*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... And I own Habarouth! It's mine! All mine, I tell you! Muwhahahahahahaah! Well, it's not really that much, but I do own something at least...
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Chapter Fifteen: The Forging of Alliances.
An hour after the battle, it was both the time of triumph, and the time of sorrow. Men and women of Elwyn went to their houses for a while, as one - they wept their loved ones and their friends that were lost forever to the war. Cedric and the other wardens didn't show their sorrow at the time, as they carried away the corpses of their dead to the graveyards, accepting the help of some of the civilians. Yet the people of Elwyn knew one thing - they won, at least for now.
After much of the corpses were carried away, the blonde warden looked around the city, trying to find the damage to the buildings: a third of the town was now in ruins, due to desperate catapult fire, but it could have been worse. Arrius was yet to explain how did he manage to persuade the greenskins (who meanwhile camped near the forest, and interrogated the other, accursed members of their race that they managed to capture) to help the people of Elwyn, but at least they helped. Cedric still couldn't find out who was their leader and barely tried to speak with any of them, suspecting much of them to be unable to talk, or at least on Azerothin.
*Nevertheless, they could prove to be good allies - heck, even the Paladins of the Horse are unlikely to be able to commit such a charge at the enemy! They sent them running like rabbits, and captured a lot of them with their nets, anyway... Yes, they could be good allies...*
Cedric turned around just in time to notice Arrius go by him, and followed him.
"Say, Arrius, how could you communicate with them?" - Cedric asked, trying to hide his impatience.
"Yes, well, you will rather be surprised as to how..." - Arrius turned around. - "They can talk in a language which is similar to the Old Tongue of Northshire. Not completely the same, but very similar. They also talk on some other language, but the other language they can use as well - I know not why."
"Well that explains it... I may still have a reason to learn a dead language as well... But how did you come to know it?"
"Well, my father was a scholar..."
"Well that about explains it, apart from how did they come to know it. Well, go talk to..."
By that time, the former militiamen begun to step out and exchange the rumors. The two wardens seemed to ignore them, though.
"They are called Orcs"
"Well, go talk to them - try to form an alliance or something..."
"That won't be hard" - Arrius turned away - "they have a hatred for the leader of the blood-lusted Orcs, someone named Ghoul-dhan or something..."
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Two dark silhouettes have approached the waterfall. They have approached it slowly, and cautiously.
"Are you ssssure that there issss no trap or ambusssssh, massster?" - The one that wore black robes hissed almost like a snake.
"Yes. I could sense any trap that our little friend could set for us, and it will not be useful for him to even use one right now." - replied the deep voice of the red-cloaked person. He also worse a grey robe that concealed all of his flesh, part from his face.
"Very well, massster."
The valley seemed surprisingly... lifeless. Only a black raven flew in the sky, and was soon pursued by a brown eagle, with a white head and predatory look in his eyes.
"A natural circle of life" - commented the taller of the two, the cloaked person.
*Yet it is so easily destroyed, don't you think?* - the thoughts were not of his own, but nevertheless arrived to the mind of the person in grey robes.
*What trickery is this?!*
*Only the usual, my dear friend...*
And as the eagle was in a beak's distance from its prey, suddenly the raven stopped, and immediately, the eagle stopped, and seemed... older, and weaker, until it just fell down to the ground, lifeless.
"What isss happening, massster?!" - The wrinkled short greenskin was terrified at what happened before his eyes. His companion also didn't understand what happened, when the raven gently landed near the defeated predator. And then, in a moment, the raven was gone, and the third silhouette has appeared. It was dressed in brown robes, and it's glowed arms held a wooden stave with what seemed like a head of a raven on top of it. And then, it spoke in deep voice, not much different from the voice of the cloaked Orc next to him:
"Now, is the time we discuss our "terms" of partnership, Gul'dan."
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Kigami seemed to have nearly no problems in riding a wolf on his own, his beard and his cloak catching the wind, without using any magicks, despite his age, much to the surprise of the younger warriors, as the white wolves charged to the north. Through the fog, the threatening huge mountain was already visible.
As several wolves jumped though the thick fog, the raiders could now barely see each other.
During the last few days, the saw amazing and unbelievable people, like biped wolf-people that armed themselves with maces and strange bows that seemed to be somewhat like miniature ballistae, or the rat-people that were the main miners of the land. And the fish-people that tried to attack the Frostwolf scouts yesterday - needless to say, it was a pathetic failure. In that one battle, Kigami also shown that he still has some skills left, as he cut down over ten fish-creatures. Mer'shorn also cut down around that number.
The riders kept noticing some strange relationship between the two leaders of their expedition, and rumors went around that Kigami was Mer'shorn's father, uncle or grandfather.
And now, that they rode through the thick fog, which seemed to be endless, and as the threatening spire was easier and easier to make out, Mer'shorn and Kigami both knew, that despite any danger, they are most likely to have to search this black spire that seemed to be a perfect hideout for any fiend of evil... Such as Gul'dan...
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Sun was just beginning to set down, and the young Orc was getting rather impatient. The prisoners just wouldn't talk, and he didn't want to torture them - that would be against the Code of Honour, and the warrior in the white-wolf furs would not go against that, a d neither will any other member of his clan - or at least he hoped so.
As the warrior turned away from the fire, he saw a familiar figure dressed in brown, has approached him.
*Now who was that? Oh yes, the warriors of these "humans", who spoke the Tongue of Habarouth.*
"Greetings, Greh'tor."
"Greetings... Arrius. Why do you come to our fire now?" - The leader of the scouts had hard time speaking on the Tongue of Habarouth, which was the language usually used on ceremonies and rituals.
"To once again thank you for coming to our aide" - The warden of Elwyn, despite being born in Northshire also seemed to have problems with talking on the strange language that was amongst both the tongues of Man and of Orc.
"Aye, it was a fine battle, and we are always glad to help the ones who stand against the minions of Gul'dan! But surely this is not the... only reason to talk with me now."
"Indeed, we have decided to sign alliance with your warriors against this Gul'dan."
"I am sure my foster father will accept of this, as he sent us here to seek allies against Gul'dan!"
"You are not the leader of these warriors?"
"No, these are only the scouts of my clan. And something tells me that your men here are not the only ones in this world."
"Surely they are not! A messenger was sent to our capital as of now, to warn them of the threat and to tell them of our new ally! We have thousands of riders in our lands!"
"That is good news indeed! I also sent a messenger to Durotan, the chieftain pof the Frostwolf Clan!"
"Your father?"
"My foster father. But as for myself, I consider ourselves in alliance!"
"So do I... Greh'tor, so do I..."
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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... And I own Habarouth! It's mine! All mine, I tell you! Muwhahahahahahaah! Well, it's not really that much, but I do own something at least...
GalthroxKun: Thanks again! That was very fast, really - I usually have to wait for weeks to get any review!
Randh13th: Heh, nice guess, and it is rather obvious... But I still have a few plot twists up my sleeve...
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Chapter Fifteen: The Forging of Alliances.
An hour after the battle, it was both the time of triumph, and the time of sorrow. Men and women of Elwyn went to their houses for a while, as one - they wept their loved ones and their friends that were lost forever to the war. Cedric and the other wardens didn't show their sorrow at the time, as they carried away the corpses of their dead to the graveyards, accepting the help of some of the civilians. Yet the people of Elwyn knew one thing - they won, at least for now.
After much of the corpses were carried away, the blonde warden looked around the city, trying to find the damage to the buildings: a third of the town was now in ruins, due to desperate catapult fire, but it could have been worse. Arrius was yet to explain how did he manage to persuade the greenskins (who meanwhile camped near the forest, and interrogated the other, accursed members of their race that they managed to capture) to help the people of Elwyn, but at least they helped. Cedric still couldn't find out who was their leader and barely tried to speak with any of them, suspecting much of them to be unable to talk, or at least on Azerothin.
*Nevertheless, they could prove to be good allies - heck, even the Paladins of the Horse are unlikely to be able to commit such a charge at the enemy! They sent them running like rabbits, and captured a lot of them with their nets, anyway... Yes, they could be good allies...*
Cedric turned around just in time to notice Arrius go by him, and followed him.
"Say, Arrius, how could you communicate with them?" - Cedric asked, trying to hide his impatience.
"Yes, well, you will rather be surprised as to how..." - Arrius turned around. - "They can talk in a language which is similar to the Old Tongue of Northshire. Not completely the same, but very similar. They also talk on some other language, but the other language they can use as well - I know not why."
"Well that explains it... I may still have a reason to learn a dead language as well... But how did you come to know it?"
"Well, my father was a scholar..."
"Well that about explains it, apart from how did they come to know it. Well, go talk to..."
By that time, the former militiamen begun to step out and exchange the rumors. The two wardens seemed to ignore them, though.
"They are called Orcs"
"Well, go talk to them - try to form an alliance or something..."
"That won't be hard" - Arrius turned away - "they have a hatred for the leader of the blood-lusted Orcs, someone named Ghoul-dhan or something..."
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Two dark silhouettes have approached the waterfall. They have approached it slowly, and cautiously.
"Are you ssssure that there issss no trap or ambusssssh, massster?" - The one that wore black robes hissed almost like a snake.
"Yes. I could sense any trap that our little friend could set for us, and it will not be useful for him to even use one right now." - replied the deep voice of the red-cloaked person. He also worse a grey robe that concealed all of his flesh, part from his face.
"Very well, massster."
The valley seemed surprisingly... lifeless. Only a black raven flew in the sky, and was soon pursued by a brown eagle, with a white head and predatory look in his eyes.
"A natural circle of life" - commented the taller of the two, the cloaked person.
*Yet it is so easily destroyed, don't you think?* - the thoughts were not of his own, but nevertheless arrived to the mind of the person in grey robes.
*What trickery is this?!*
*Only the usual, my dear friend...*
And as the eagle was in a beak's distance from its prey, suddenly the raven stopped, and immediately, the eagle stopped, and seemed... older, and weaker, until it just fell down to the ground, lifeless.
"What isss happening, massster?!" - The wrinkled short greenskin was terrified at what happened before his eyes. His companion also didn't understand what happened, when the raven gently landed near the defeated predator. And then, in a moment, the raven was gone, and the third silhouette has appeared. It was dressed in brown robes, and it's glowed arms held a wooden stave with what seemed like a head of a raven on top of it. And then, it spoke in deep voice, not much different from the voice of the cloaked Orc next to him:
"Now, is the time we discuss our "terms" of partnership, Gul'dan."
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Kigami seemed to have nearly no problems in riding a wolf on his own, his beard and his cloak catching the wind, without using any magicks, despite his age, much to the surprise of the younger warriors, as the white wolves charged to the north. Through the fog, the threatening huge mountain was already visible.
As several wolves jumped though the thick fog, the raiders could now barely see each other.
During the last few days, the saw amazing and unbelievable people, like biped wolf-people that armed themselves with maces and strange bows that seemed to be somewhat like miniature ballistae, or the rat-people that were the main miners of the land. And the fish-people that tried to attack the Frostwolf scouts yesterday - needless to say, it was a pathetic failure. In that one battle, Kigami also shown that he still has some skills left, as he cut down over ten fish-creatures. Mer'shorn also cut down around that number.
The riders kept noticing some strange relationship between the two leaders of their expedition, and rumors went around that Kigami was Mer'shorn's father, uncle or grandfather.
And now, that they rode through the thick fog, which seemed to be endless, and as the threatening spire was easier and easier to make out, Mer'shorn and Kigami both knew, that despite any danger, they are most likely to have to search this black spire that seemed to be a perfect hideout for any fiend of evil... Such as Gul'dan...
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Sun was just beginning to set down, and the young Orc was getting rather impatient. The prisoners just wouldn't talk, and he didn't want to torture them - that would be against the Code of Honour, and the warrior in the white-wolf furs would not go against that, a d neither will any other member of his clan - or at least he hoped so.
As the warrior turned away from the fire, he saw a familiar figure dressed in brown, has approached him.
*Now who was that? Oh yes, the warriors of these "humans", who spoke the Tongue of Habarouth.*
"Greetings, Greh'tor."
"Greetings... Arrius. Why do you come to our fire now?" - The leader of the scouts had hard time speaking on the Tongue of Habarouth, which was the language usually used on ceremonies and rituals.
"To once again thank you for coming to our aide" - The warden of Elwyn, despite being born in Northshire also seemed to have problems with talking on the strange language that was amongst both the tongues of Man and of Orc.
"Aye, it was a fine battle, and we are always glad to help the ones who stand against the minions of Gul'dan! But surely this is not the... only reason to talk with me now."
"Indeed, we have decided to sign alliance with your warriors against this Gul'dan."
"I am sure my foster father will accept of this, as he sent us here to seek allies against Gul'dan!"
"You are not the leader of these warriors?"
"No, these are only the scouts of my clan. And something tells me that your men here are not the only ones in this world."
"Surely they are not! A messenger was sent to our capital as of now, to warn them of the threat and to tell them of our new ally! We have thousands of riders in our lands!"
"That is good news indeed! I also sent a messenger to Durotan, the chieftain pof the Frostwolf Clan!"
"Your father?"
"My foster father. But as for myself, I consider ourselves in alliance!"
"So do I... Greh'tor, so do I..."
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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.
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Whether it is to criticize me, correct me, compliment me, tell me that you like pie, or maybe cheese.
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