*Thoughts*
"Speech"
[Spells]
'Sounds'
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything apart from some of descriptions, memories, lines, and Greh'tor with Mer'shorn and Kigami. The same goes for Yiriks, Megtern and Heth'nor Snakejaw. The rest is owned by Blizzard. Including Nazgrel and Drek'thar. And Elwyn, both the Town and the Forest. And shamed be ye that know not of Aedelas Blackmoore, even through he is of no real importance in the story... For now! I do own Erryl and the bandit twist for Blackmoore though.
Mr.Pessimisim: Thank you for the review, and Raciistr? I fail to see the meaning of that one word.
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Chapter Eleven: Village of Elwyn.
The ever-green and lush valley, and the woods nearby, lied in peace, and from the fertile mountains of Azeroth, it seemed almost entirely untouched. The forests and the grasslands seemed forever tranquil, and only on a second glance will one notice the town of Elwyn, yet the woods nearby were named after this tranquil human settlement.
Its buildings were just peaceful and ever welcoming barns and its people inhibited a cuddly and peaceful community, where everyone knew everyone. The wardens of the town and the rangers in the woods were friendly to each other and to the locals. The entire valley was really the ideal settlement, and it served the best ale in the kingdom, which even came to compete with the Dwarven ales. Its tavern was also welcoming, to locals and strangers.
No house was the same with the other, as each was richly decorated by its inhabitants. Some had self-made mosaics of kings and paladins, others had small gardens in front of them.
The locals were peaceful folk, but known ye - in case that they are roused by a threat, at the Town Hall of Elwyn there was storage of armor and weaponry, and each man of a house had known how to fight. That knowledge was acquired at the price of his freedom and his right eye by a local bandit lord, who carried the Banner of the Knife and the name of Erryl Bloodknife. And in the long run, it also cost him his sanity, and his remaining men, now led by an enigmatic young man, Aedelas Blackmoore, have escaped to the south, to live between the Gnolls and the Kobolds. And the Bandits of the Knife have faded from the memory of Elwyn, like the Defias from Westfall.
All was peaceful now, and only rarely, random strangers will prophesize the end to it all. And even now, as a strange illness has spread over the land of Azeroth, and bickering with fighting amongst the locals took place, Elwyn was left completely untouched, as if it and its people were protected by someone.
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And if they were, then special protection came to one man. His career as a Warden was absolutely divine and unbelievable; he was the one who brought down Erryl Bloodknife; he was amongst those in charge of Elwyn's defense; he was an honorary member of the council; he had a beautiful wife and a son; his fame even spread outside of Elwyn and even Azeroth. And he achieved all that by his late thirties, while his brother in Stormwind Keep was a mere cleric, albeit a servant of the light. It seemed as if he had some guardian angel watched over him and his family, and a lot of people were envious (in a good way) of him.
His name? Cedric Lightbringer.
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Sorry about the lack of plot-development in this one - this one was an introductionary chapter... You still have to review though.
And a warning to Warcraft purists: the storyline is about to change greatly, and to go on a different path from the real Warcraft storyline.
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
I WILL NOT POST THE NEXT CHAPTER UNTIL SOMEONE REVIEWS.
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything apart from some of descriptions, memories, lines, and Greh'tor with Mer'shorn and Kigami. The same goes for Yiriks, Megtern and Heth'nor Snakejaw. The rest is owned by Blizzard. Including Nazgrel and Drek'thar. And Elwyn, both the Town and the Forest. And shamed be ye that know not of Aedelas Blackmoore, even through he is of no real importance in the story... For now! I do own Erryl and the bandit twist for Blackmoore though.
Mr.Pessimisim: Thank you for the review, and Raciistr? I fail to see the meaning of that one word.
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
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Chapter Eleven: Village of Elwyn.
The ever-green and lush valley, and the woods nearby, lied in peace, and from the fertile mountains of Azeroth, it seemed almost entirely untouched. The forests and the grasslands seemed forever tranquil, and only on a second glance will one notice the town of Elwyn, yet the woods nearby were named after this tranquil human settlement.
Its buildings were just peaceful and ever welcoming barns and its people inhibited a cuddly and peaceful community, where everyone knew everyone. The wardens of the town and the rangers in the woods were friendly to each other and to the locals. The entire valley was really the ideal settlement, and it served the best ale in the kingdom, which even came to compete with the Dwarven ales. Its tavern was also welcoming, to locals and strangers.
No house was the same with the other, as each was richly decorated by its inhabitants. Some had self-made mosaics of kings and paladins, others had small gardens in front of them.
The locals were peaceful folk, but known ye - in case that they are roused by a threat, at the Town Hall of Elwyn there was storage of armor and weaponry, and each man of a house had known how to fight. That knowledge was acquired at the price of his freedom and his right eye by a local bandit lord, who carried the Banner of the Knife and the name of Erryl Bloodknife. And in the long run, it also cost him his sanity, and his remaining men, now led by an enigmatic young man, Aedelas Blackmoore, have escaped to the south, to live between the Gnolls and the Kobolds. And the Bandits of the Knife have faded from the memory of Elwyn, like the Defias from Westfall.
All was peaceful now, and only rarely, random strangers will prophesize the end to it all. And even now, as a strange illness has spread over the land of Azeroth, and bickering with fighting amongst the locals took place, Elwyn was left completely untouched, as if it and its people were protected by someone.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
And if they were, then special protection came to one man. His career as a Warden was absolutely divine and unbelievable; he was the one who brought down Erryl Bloodknife; he was amongst those in charge of Elwyn's defense; he was an honorary member of the council; he had a beautiful wife and a son; his fame even spread outside of Elwyn and even Azeroth. And he achieved all that by his late thirties, while his brother in Stormwind Keep was a mere cleric, albeit a servant of the light. It seemed as if he had some guardian angel watched over him and his family, and a lot of people were envious (in a good way) of him.
His name? Cedric Lightbringer.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sorry about the lack of plot-development in this one - this one was an introductionary chapter... You still have to review though.
And a warning to Warcraft purists: the storyline is about to change greatly, and to go on a different path from the real Warcraft storyline.
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
I WILL NOT POST THE NEXT CHAPTER UNTIL SOMEONE REVIEWS.
