*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! 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... Oh, and I also own the plot, mostly! I own the Bandits of the Knife and Woodsmen, but not Defias. Oh, and I also own the Rogue Elves/Cult of Medivh, they are the first Blood Elves I guess... I own Cedric and Arrius, too.
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POLL: Which one of these characters do you want to appear (that doesn't mean that I will not enter some additional ones afterwards) in the story?
1) Khadgar 2) Garona 3) Korialstrasz 4) Tichondrius 5) Uther Lightbringer 6) Ogrim Doomhammer 7) Danath 8) Someone else
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Chapter Twenty Two: The Dragon Cave
Still recovering from the sudden intrusion into his mind by this... "Keeper of Secrets", Mer'shorn however also realized that this must mean the presence of sentient creatures in this land as well.
*I can only hope that they are not hostile - we may need their help against Gul'dan*
And meanwhile, as the group advanced farther into the cave, an Orc that marched at the front of the others yelled - "A cave inside a cave!"
Mer'shorn broke away from the rest of his warriors, and rushed forward to investigate.
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They came. The pinkskins charged in large amounts. They were in leather armor, and attacked with daggers and puny axes. Ordinarily, the Orcs would have fought such an enemy back easily, but in this case, the enemy attacked in overwhelming amounts. The fire was put out quickly, and a hooded silhouette approached, holding a staff with a raven's head on it. And the tranquility of the place was ruined.
"Hold them back!" - Kigami yelled, beheading one of the beasts - "regroup just outside of the camp, and then charge them!"
The other warriors slowly marched out of the camp, still facing the threat. The pinkskins were primitive and pathetic, yet they still had the common sense not to charge the Orcs immediately. If they had, the Frostwolf katanas would have impaled them in no time. Yet they lost their chance, and as the larger sun sat down, and the smaller was following it closely, Kigami yelled out a battlecry, putting fear into the hearts of these strange creatures. They walked almost like Orcs, and were as tall as an average Orc, and also seemed to communicate somehow, yet attacked travelers like all the other, even more primitive, creatures that the Orcs encountered here so far. And then...
The tall silhouette chanted loudly, and several bolts of flame flew out of the mouth of the raven's head on his staff. All of them hit a target - three Orcs, four pink-skins. Perhaps a punishment? Or a misfire? Or did this creature, obviously their master, even care? With a blood-freezing yell, an Orc burned to death, followed by two other - Kigami shed a tear, and then let out a warcry even greater then the first one, and despite failing to understand it, his warriors knew what to do. They charged across the would-be encampment, and soon, the pinkskins begun to die, one by one. A lot of them tried to run, yet with a chuckle, their master cast another spell, and they flew back to the battlefield again, over the grass, only to be cut into pieces by the Orcs, along with the other scum. Kigami noticed that some of them also had leather helmets, and some even fancied a blade of sorts, yet a strange, double-edged sword with an equally strange hilt. Kigami was surprised that they could even build something like that.
But the re was no time for thoughts! Creatures fell a many, yet the Orcs fell as well. The white furs were bloodied, as the creatures sometimes overpowered the Frostwolf warriors. Kigami swung his blade again, beheading two foolish creatures, and rushed to the rescue of a young warrior, with a scar on his cheek.
As the Orcs fought back, the creatures begun running even quicker. A muscular Orc pushed a creature to the ground, and it seemed to beg for mercy. That was easy to recognize. The Orc chuckled, and decided to let it go - he was trained by Durotan to show mercy. Yet first, he neared his blade to the neck of the creature, and it begun to cry, it's eyes wide open. Then the Orc simply went away, only to be pushed from behind by two more creatures. He fell down, but managed to take hold of the neck of one of the beasts. Yet as he desperately strangled that one, a lot of other rushed to attack him again, and no more was heard of him.
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The Elven vision was still as good in the twilight as in the ordinary light. That was a fact proven a lot of times. Now, several Elves in black cloaks sneaked in complete silence around the trees. The cloaks covering their heads (and ears) did not impair their hearing. A battle was definitely taking place there. Their leader, a pale, and, as usual amongst the Queldorin, blonde warrior, with a young face, yet many centuries behind him (also usual amongst the Elves, immortal as they were), fancied a long Elven runeblade, with a hilt of gold - he was a member of a respected and ancient family back in Quel'thalas, but was now thought dead, since he went away after feeling a surge of magical power so great, not even Sargeras could ever have processed. He had a daughter and a son there. He sighed, remembering the two elflings and his wife, whom he left behind. He could still remember Sylvos and Sylvannas, both names descending from the Queldorin (and now human as well) word "Sylvan" - Woodland, or Woodlander - the two were indeed worthy of the family name of Windrunner.
He sighed again. Sometimes he wondered, what kind of a creature Medivh was? He seemed to be a mere mortal, yet he was immortal, and had powers greater then anything the Elf could even imagine.
But the sounds of battle were getting closer. Tamalion Windrunner grabbed stronger to his sword with both hands. And ever so silently, the Rogue Elves, or Medivharin as they called themselves, rushed to help their master.
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Mer'shorn and his warriors were unaware of the battle at the foundations of the spire, and thought that their comrades were alive and well.
The torches revealed just about enough. In this weird cave, Mer'shorn could sense something wrong... Almost as if some mighty creatures took residence there. Mer'shorn now walked ahead of the others.
And then, suddenly, he stopped. Before him, there was yet another cave of sorts, and there, he could make out strange, red, lizard-like creatures with wings. They were of various sizes, and their skin was armored by Mother Nature herself, spikes down the spine, and across their wings. Most of them were flying around in the cave chaotically, while the larger ones begun to take note of the Orcs.
The Orcs, meanwhile, also noticed these creatures, and wanted to run, but lost the control over their bodies. These creatures were like nothing they saw before. The larger beasts let out a roar. Mer'shorn returned a roar, deciding to die with honor - running away was not something he would do.
The creatures, larger or small, now all moved towards them. The Orcs, having regained control over their bodies, decided to give a fight - there was just something that wouldn't let them run away. They were trained to fight to the last in such situations.
"We may perish!" - yelled out Mer'shorn, knowing that they probably WILL perish - "But we will perish in a battle!"
The Orcs approved it silently, and took out their blades. The reptilian creatures prepared near them. A small creature rushed towards Mer'shorn, despite the larger ones trying to stop it.
*They probably have a closely connected community* - realized Mer'shorn.
The little creature spat out a bolt of fire, yet Mer'shorn evaded it easily. He took out his Katana, and noticed, that it was fire-red - just like after it pierced the eyes of the stone-beasts.
"Die, foul beasts!" - he yelled out, charging the beast, and swinging his blade. He failed to kill it, but he knocked it down. The monsters were outraged, and roared, deafening Mer'shorn.
And The Orcs charged the beasts, soon killing some of them. Yet the larger ones incarnated Orcs with their breath of flame. An Orc yelled, dying in great agony. Outraged, Mer'shorn beheaded a rather large beast. He stopped for a moment.
*This sword seems... Even more powerful then before... Almost as if some magic enchanted it.*
But he had no time to think. He evaded some more fireballs, and then, a larger amount of smaller beastlings surrounded him like a mist.
Mer'shorn concentrated and then, prepared for an ancient and powerful move amongst the Orcs - a Bladestorm. The others noticed it, and also prepared. Yet before they began this desperate attack, a deep voice spoke up.
"Stop, all of you! There will be no more bloodshed in our home!"
*Could these beasts speak?* - Mer'shorn was mistrusting, but seeing as the beasts stopped and retreated into the cave a little, he also signaled for his warriors to stop, and retreat as well.
"We must find out more about these creatures!" - spoke another deep voice - "I never encountered their kind before!"
"Very well." - Spoke the first voice - "Enter our caves, green ones, yet do not attack our kind."
That Mer'shorn could understand. His warriors were confused, just as he was.
"Only if you do not attack our kind!" - He replied.
"That I promise" - spoke a deep voice. Mer'shorn was not sure which one, but decided to enter the cave. Some of the Orcs hesitated, some went after him right away.
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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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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! 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... Oh, and I also own the plot, mostly! I own the Bandits of the Knife and Woodsmen, but not Defias. Oh, and I also own the Rogue Elves/Cult of Medivh, they are the first Blood Elves I guess... I own Cedric and Arrius, too.
randh13th: Thank you for still reading this - you are one of the very few! And thank you once more!
POLL: Which one of these characters do you want to appear (that doesn't mean that I will not enter some additional ones afterwards) in the story?
1) Khadgar 2) Garona 3) Korialstrasz 4) Tichondrius 5) Uther Lightbringer 6) Ogrim Doomhammer 7) Danath 8) Someone else
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
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Chapter Twenty Two: The Dragon Cave
Still recovering from the sudden intrusion into his mind by this... "Keeper of Secrets", Mer'shorn however also realized that this must mean the presence of sentient creatures in this land as well.
*I can only hope that they are not hostile - we may need their help against Gul'dan*
And meanwhile, as the group advanced farther into the cave, an Orc that marched at the front of the others yelled - "A cave inside a cave!"
Mer'shorn broke away from the rest of his warriors, and rushed forward to investigate.
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They came. The pinkskins charged in large amounts. They were in leather armor, and attacked with daggers and puny axes. Ordinarily, the Orcs would have fought such an enemy back easily, but in this case, the enemy attacked in overwhelming amounts. The fire was put out quickly, and a hooded silhouette approached, holding a staff with a raven's head on it. And the tranquility of the place was ruined.
"Hold them back!" - Kigami yelled, beheading one of the beasts - "regroup just outside of the camp, and then charge them!"
The other warriors slowly marched out of the camp, still facing the threat. The pinkskins were primitive and pathetic, yet they still had the common sense not to charge the Orcs immediately. If they had, the Frostwolf katanas would have impaled them in no time. Yet they lost their chance, and as the larger sun sat down, and the smaller was following it closely, Kigami yelled out a battlecry, putting fear into the hearts of these strange creatures. They walked almost like Orcs, and were as tall as an average Orc, and also seemed to communicate somehow, yet attacked travelers like all the other, even more primitive, creatures that the Orcs encountered here so far. And then...
The tall silhouette chanted loudly, and several bolts of flame flew out of the mouth of the raven's head on his staff. All of them hit a target - three Orcs, four pink-skins. Perhaps a punishment? Or a misfire? Or did this creature, obviously their master, even care? With a blood-freezing yell, an Orc burned to death, followed by two other - Kigami shed a tear, and then let out a warcry even greater then the first one, and despite failing to understand it, his warriors knew what to do. They charged across the would-be encampment, and soon, the pinkskins begun to die, one by one. A lot of them tried to run, yet with a chuckle, their master cast another spell, and they flew back to the battlefield again, over the grass, only to be cut into pieces by the Orcs, along with the other scum. Kigami noticed that some of them also had leather helmets, and some even fancied a blade of sorts, yet a strange, double-edged sword with an equally strange hilt. Kigami was surprised that they could even build something like that.
But the re was no time for thoughts! Creatures fell a many, yet the Orcs fell as well. The white furs were bloodied, as the creatures sometimes overpowered the Frostwolf warriors. Kigami swung his blade again, beheading two foolish creatures, and rushed to the rescue of a young warrior, with a scar on his cheek.
As the Orcs fought back, the creatures begun running even quicker. A muscular Orc pushed a creature to the ground, and it seemed to beg for mercy. That was easy to recognize. The Orc chuckled, and decided to let it go - he was trained by Durotan to show mercy. Yet first, he neared his blade to the neck of the creature, and it begun to cry, it's eyes wide open. Then the Orc simply went away, only to be pushed from behind by two more creatures. He fell down, but managed to take hold of the neck of one of the beasts. Yet as he desperately strangled that one, a lot of other rushed to attack him again, and no more was heard of him.
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The Elven vision was still as good in the twilight as in the ordinary light. That was a fact proven a lot of times. Now, several Elves in black cloaks sneaked in complete silence around the trees. The cloaks covering their heads (and ears) did not impair their hearing. A battle was definitely taking place there. Their leader, a pale, and, as usual amongst the Queldorin, blonde warrior, with a young face, yet many centuries behind him (also usual amongst the Elves, immortal as they were), fancied a long Elven runeblade, with a hilt of gold - he was a member of a respected and ancient family back in Quel'thalas, but was now thought dead, since he went away after feeling a surge of magical power so great, not even Sargeras could ever have processed. He had a daughter and a son there. He sighed, remembering the two elflings and his wife, whom he left behind. He could still remember Sylvos and Sylvannas, both names descending from the Queldorin (and now human as well) word "Sylvan" - Woodland, or Woodlander - the two were indeed worthy of the family name of Windrunner.
He sighed again. Sometimes he wondered, what kind of a creature Medivh was? He seemed to be a mere mortal, yet he was immortal, and had powers greater then anything the Elf could even imagine.
But the sounds of battle were getting closer. Tamalion Windrunner grabbed stronger to his sword with both hands. And ever so silently, the Rogue Elves, or Medivharin as they called themselves, rushed to help their master.
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Mer'shorn and his warriors were unaware of the battle at the foundations of the spire, and thought that their comrades were alive and well.
The torches revealed just about enough. In this weird cave, Mer'shorn could sense something wrong... Almost as if some mighty creatures took residence there. Mer'shorn now walked ahead of the others.
And then, suddenly, he stopped. Before him, there was yet another cave of sorts, and there, he could make out strange, red, lizard-like creatures with wings. They were of various sizes, and their skin was armored by Mother Nature herself, spikes down the spine, and across their wings. Most of them were flying around in the cave chaotically, while the larger ones begun to take note of the Orcs.
The Orcs, meanwhile, also noticed these creatures, and wanted to run, but lost the control over their bodies. These creatures were like nothing they saw before. The larger beasts let out a roar. Mer'shorn returned a roar, deciding to die with honor - running away was not something he would do.
The creatures, larger or small, now all moved towards them. The Orcs, having regained control over their bodies, decided to give a fight - there was just something that wouldn't let them run away. They were trained to fight to the last in such situations.
"We may perish!" - yelled out Mer'shorn, knowing that they probably WILL perish - "But we will perish in a battle!"
The Orcs approved it silently, and took out their blades. The reptilian creatures prepared near them. A small creature rushed towards Mer'shorn, despite the larger ones trying to stop it.
*They probably have a closely connected community* - realized Mer'shorn.
The little creature spat out a bolt of fire, yet Mer'shorn evaded it easily. He took out his Katana, and noticed, that it was fire-red - just like after it pierced the eyes of the stone-beasts.
"Die, foul beasts!" - he yelled out, charging the beast, and swinging his blade. He failed to kill it, but he knocked it down. The monsters were outraged, and roared, deafening Mer'shorn.
And The Orcs charged the beasts, soon killing some of them. Yet the larger ones incarnated Orcs with their breath of flame. An Orc yelled, dying in great agony. Outraged, Mer'shorn beheaded a rather large beast. He stopped for a moment.
*This sword seems... Even more powerful then before... Almost as if some magic enchanted it.*
But he had no time to think. He evaded some more fireballs, and then, a larger amount of smaller beastlings surrounded him like a mist.
Mer'shorn concentrated and then, prepared for an ancient and powerful move amongst the Orcs - a Bladestorm. The others noticed it, and also prepared. Yet before they began this desperate attack, a deep voice spoke up.
"Stop, all of you! There will be no more bloodshed in our home!"
*Could these beasts speak?* - Mer'shorn was mistrusting, but seeing as the beasts stopped and retreated into the cave a little, he also signaled for his warriors to stop, and retreat as well.
"We must find out more about these creatures!" - spoke another deep voice - "I never encountered their kind before!"
"Very well." - Spoke the first voice - "Enter our caves, green ones, yet do not attack our kind."
That Mer'shorn could understand. His warriors were confused, just as he was.
"Only if you do not attack our kind!" - He replied.
"That I promise" - spoke a deep voice. Mer'shorn was not sure which one, but decided to enter the cave. Some of the Orcs hesitated, some went after him right away.
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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.
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
Whether it is to criticize me, correct me, compliment me, tell me that you like pie, or maybe cheese.
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
I WILL NOT POST THE NEXT CHAPTER UNTIL SOMEONE REVIEWS.
