*Thoughts*
"Speech"
[Spells]
'Sounds'
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything apart from some of descriptions, memories, lines, and Greh'tor with Mer'shorn. The same goes for Yiriks, Megtern and Heth'nor Snakejaw. The rest is owned by Blizzard.
To randh13th: Thanks once again, and do you have proof?
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Howl of the Frostwolves:
Chapter Seven: Arrival at the Citadel.
Hellfire Citadel was... majestic! With obsidian statues and ancient hieroglyphs, with walls of stone and the skulls... the skulls that were put on the walls (mostly to scare away the foes, and also to be shown as trophies of the victories of years past), that, in turn, were geometrically correct, which is strange for an Orcish fort, usually not more then a crude fortification.
Five wolf raiders have stopped at the entrance. Their wolves white as snow, and the raiders wore white furs of the wolves, enough to scare Snakejaw at first.
*Are these ghosts? No, no, it couldn't be.*
One of them looked up, and sayed with power in his sagged voice - "Necrolyte! Inform your Master Gul'dan that the Frostwolf clan has arrived!"
Snakejaw paused for a moment, as if thinking it over.
"Inform him NOW!!!" - yelled out the tallest of the raiders in a guttural voice.
"Yes, yes, of course!" - retorted a very angry Necrolyte.
*How dare he?! Insult such an important Necrolyte?!*
Heth'nor decided that they were simply ignorant, and went away.
"Are you sure that this is not a trap, Chieftain?" - asked Draka.
"I am sure it is not, my love." - replied Durotan slowly.
Finally, line after line, the rest of the clan has returned.
Slowly, the dark-green monstrosities appeared on the top of the wall, near yet another statue of Gul'dan. They took out two chains, and roared something to each other. Durotan wrinkled in anger.
*Another of Gul'dan's foul experiments! Damn him for corrupting our poor people!*
Yiriks, eight in number, began to pull the two chains to different size. It seemed to be rather easy for them, for they were even more of a powerhouse then even the strongest Orcs. Slowly, and with a lot of noise, as rusted iron began to move, a large gate was opened. Its opening was enough for four Frostwolf raiders including their wolves to fit through.
The Orcs of the Frostwolf Clan congratulated each other.
"We have finally reached the Hellfire Citadel!" - exclaimed a very excited Raider.
"That we have, indeed!" - smiled Greh'tor, to be followed by Durotan and Draka.
And with that, the clan rode in - the dirty pig farms were right before them, and a rather interesting black tower of obsidian, with a flashing emerald in it caught the attention of much of the Frostwolves, while their beasts were rather scared by the huge fortress-city, the later part being just put on for the sake of the show rather then actual quartering of people.
Slowly, a distinguishable figured slowly approached the clan. Durotan smirked, trying to hide his displeasure as he recognized the one in charge of this fortress, which was practically built over night since the Portal was discovered.
*Gul'dan!*
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything apart from some of descriptions, memories, lines, and Greh'tor with Mer'shorn. The same goes for Yiriks, Megtern and Heth'nor Snakejaw. The rest is owned by Blizzard.
To randh13th: Thanks once again, and do you have proof?
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Howl of the Frostwolves:
Chapter Seven: Arrival at the Citadel.
Hellfire Citadel was... majestic! With obsidian statues and ancient hieroglyphs, with walls of stone and the skulls... the skulls that were put on the walls (mostly to scare away the foes, and also to be shown as trophies of the victories of years past), that, in turn, were geometrically correct, which is strange for an Orcish fort, usually not more then a crude fortification.
Five wolf raiders have stopped at the entrance. Their wolves white as snow, and the raiders wore white furs of the wolves, enough to scare Snakejaw at first.
*Are these ghosts? No, no, it couldn't be.*
One of them looked up, and sayed with power in his sagged voice - "Necrolyte! Inform your Master Gul'dan that the Frostwolf clan has arrived!"
Snakejaw paused for a moment, as if thinking it over.
"Inform him NOW!!!" - yelled out the tallest of the raiders in a guttural voice.
"Yes, yes, of course!" - retorted a very angry Necrolyte.
*How dare he?! Insult such an important Necrolyte?!*
Heth'nor decided that they were simply ignorant, and went away.
"Are you sure that this is not a trap, Chieftain?" - asked Draka.
"I am sure it is not, my love." - replied Durotan slowly.
Finally, line after line, the rest of the clan has returned.
Slowly, the dark-green monstrosities appeared on the top of the wall, near yet another statue of Gul'dan. They took out two chains, and roared something to each other. Durotan wrinkled in anger.
*Another of Gul'dan's foul experiments! Damn him for corrupting our poor people!*
Yiriks, eight in number, began to pull the two chains to different size. It seemed to be rather easy for them, for they were even more of a powerhouse then even the strongest Orcs. Slowly, and with a lot of noise, as rusted iron began to move, a large gate was opened. Its opening was enough for four Frostwolf raiders including their wolves to fit through.
The Orcs of the Frostwolf Clan congratulated each other.
"We have finally reached the Hellfire Citadel!" - exclaimed a very excited Raider.
"That we have, indeed!" - smiled Greh'tor, to be followed by Durotan and Draka.
And with that, the clan rode in - the dirty pig farms were right before them, and a rather interesting black tower of obsidian, with a flashing emerald in it caught the attention of much of the Frostwolves, while their beasts were rather scared by the huge fortress-city, the later part being just put on for the sake of the show rather then actual quartering of people.
Slowly, a distinguishable figured slowly approached the clan. Durotan smirked, trying to hide his displeasure as he recognized the one in charge of this fortress, which was practically built over night since the Portal was discovered.
*Gul'dan!*
