*Thoughts*
"Speech"
[Spells]
'Sounds'
Disclaimer: As if you didn't figure it out, I don't own Warcraft series, Azeroth, or anything in them.
To randh13th: Finally, someone has noticed this! Thank you very much! Now, at last, I know that I am not just writing for myself!
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Howl of the Frostwolves:
Chapter Four - Field of Mushrooms.
Mushrooms. This was a field, a forest of giant mushrooms, abundant in Draenor. And these mushrooms weren't only for eating - some of them were poisonous and basically impossible to eat, and had white spotted, red "hats" on top of them. If one tried to chop through such a Mushroom with is teeth often broke his teeth in the effort - these mushrooms, however, were used for building.
Greh'tor, and another pair of raiders rode as fast as they could. Greh'tor could not help but notice that one of the other raiders looked rather strange, until he realized that he was a she!
"Excuse me, miss (OOC: I know, I know, it doesn't sound too Orcish)" - the young Orc was rather confused - "but weren't the Orc-wives supposed to be with the other group?"
The female just ignored him, and Greh'tor also remembered that they were supposed to find a way out - mushroom hats were right above them, and Greh'tor wasn't really used to mushroom forests.
Suddenly, he heard a 'Whoosh!' of a spear, and a spear barely missed the she-Orc.
"Who threw that?!" - outraged female screamed to a mushroom.
"I don't want to find out!" - Replied Greh'tor - "Hiya!" - he yelled to his trusty wolf - Doomfang.
With a howl, his wolf rushed forward barely evading the mushrooms, and he was followed by the other two raiders.
*He must have lost us by now.*
'Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoowhoowhoowhoowush!' - A rain of spears came out from two gargantuan mushrooms. One of the raiders fell, and Greh'tor and the she- Orc tried make their wolves go even faster.
Greh'tor got a chance to look around, but he saw nothing, expect for the spears, raining down the small path.
*Have they got no honor?!*
The two were close to a clearing, where Durotan and some others tried to discover the source of the spears.
"We were ambushed!" - reported Greh'tor.
"We all were ambushed today, young one." - replied Durotan.
"They hid behind these mushrooms" - the female replied.
"In that case, I have a little something to scare them up" - Durotan grinned, jumping from his wolf.
Durotan raised his staff, and then pointed it downwards to another group of mushrooms, not far from the first one.
"I sense them!" - His sagged voice spoke out slowly - [Forces of the Frost - come forth! The Sacred Wolves are needed once again! SUMMON!]
A electrical noise was heard behind the mushrooms, followed by sounds of confusion, and then, an explosion, and finally a howl.
*Why can't we all just get along? Can't the clans unite to embrace the wonders of nature?*
The old shaman sighed, and decided - that was enough for today.
"Let us settle down here until the other arrive" - Durotan sounded worried.
"But won't they attack us again?" - One of the raiders, with a warhammer, asked.
"They are scared off for now." - replied Durotan, and took out his katana.
*For now.*
Disclaimer: As if you didn't figure it out, I don't own Warcraft series, Azeroth, or anything in them.
To randh13th: Finally, someone has noticed this! Thank you very much! Now, at last, I know that I am not just writing for myself!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Howl of the Frostwolves:
Chapter Four - Field of Mushrooms.
Mushrooms. This was a field, a forest of giant mushrooms, abundant in Draenor. And these mushrooms weren't only for eating - some of them were poisonous and basically impossible to eat, and had white spotted, red "hats" on top of them. If one tried to chop through such a Mushroom with is teeth often broke his teeth in the effort - these mushrooms, however, were used for building.
Greh'tor, and another pair of raiders rode as fast as they could. Greh'tor could not help but notice that one of the other raiders looked rather strange, until he realized that he was a she!
"Excuse me, miss (OOC: I know, I know, it doesn't sound too Orcish)" - the young Orc was rather confused - "but weren't the Orc-wives supposed to be with the other group?"
The female just ignored him, and Greh'tor also remembered that they were supposed to find a way out - mushroom hats were right above them, and Greh'tor wasn't really used to mushroom forests.
Suddenly, he heard a 'Whoosh!' of a spear, and a spear barely missed the she-Orc.
"Who threw that?!" - outraged female screamed to a mushroom.
"I don't want to find out!" - Replied Greh'tor - "Hiya!" - he yelled to his trusty wolf - Doomfang.
With a howl, his wolf rushed forward barely evading the mushrooms, and he was followed by the other two raiders.
*He must have lost us by now.*
'Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoowhoowhoowhoowush!' - A rain of spears came out from two gargantuan mushrooms. One of the raiders fell, and Greh'tor and the she- Orc tried make their wolves go even faster.
Greh'tor got a chance to look around, but he saw nothing, expect for the spears, raining down the small path.
*Have they got no honor?!*
The two were close to a clearing, where Durotan and some others tried to discover the source of the spears.
"We were ambushed!" - reported Greh'tor.
"We all were ambushed today, young one." - replied Durotan.
"They hid behind these mushrooms" - the female replied.
"In that case, I have a little something to scare them up" - Durotan grinned, jumping from his wolf.
Durotan raised his staff, and then pointed it downwards to another group of mushrooms, not far from the first one.
"I sense them!" - His sagged voice spoke out slowly - [Forces of the Frost - come forth! The Sacred Wolves are needed once again! SUMMON!]
A electrical noise was heard behind the mushrooms, followed by sounds of confusion, and then, an explosion, and finally a howl.
*Why can't we all just get along? Can't the clans unite to embrace the wonders of nature?*
The old shaman sighed, and decided - that was enough for today.
"Let us settle down here until the other arrive" - Durotan sounded worried.
"But won't they attack us again?" - One of the raiders, with a warhammer, asked.
"They are scared off for now." - replied Durotan, and took out his katana.
*For now.*
