*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.
randh13th: Well, Medivh is an Elven name, so I intended for Medivharin to mean People of the Keeper of Secrets...
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Chapter Twenty Three: The Crimson Queen.
The winged lizard-like creature of leviathanic proportion sat down in her roost, filled with equally large clean eggs. She sighed with relief - these green creatures have finally stopped.
The other red creatures were also in this cave. They flew here and there, while some sat. Their size - along with occasional body paint and battle wounds - was the only difference amongst them, and their Queen was the largest.
The small group of these green things that looked like humans have seemed to be no threat at first, but later, both the Red Aspect Alexstrasza and her mate Korialstrasz realized their amazing fighting skills, making them worthy foes. Also in difference from the Dwarves and Humans who hunted Dragons down mercilessly and never tried to negotiate, these creatures have listened to the voice of reason.
Or maybe they were deceitful? They had small numbers, and would've eventually died against the Dragon onslaught, yet now, they could just kill them one by one...
*Only time will tell* - concluded Alexstrasza, and called a Dragon half her size, with several scars from battles with dragon hunters.
"Yezhetorszer!" - She called out - "Call the leader of these creatures!"
"But who will that be?" - asked the seasoned veteran, shaking his head.
"The one who answered us with words instead of sword." - Declared the Crimson Queen of the Aspects - "Mer'shorn is his name, for I read his thoughts before letting them in."
"It shall be done" - Yezhetorszer slowly flew through the cave, secretly hopping for his queen's safety.
*After all, who knows what are they doing in our spire and our cave?!*
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A rather tall pinkskin with two daggers rushed towards Kigami. Yet he faced a predatory grin, and a swing of the blade that cut the thief's life short.
More and more of the fools died, and the cloaked creature that commanded the others just overlooked the battlefield, as if expecting a quick victory.
And then, in black cloaks, tall and pale creatures jumped out gracefully out of the bushes, and took out strange swords. These swords were strange for two reasons - they had two edges, and in each blade, Kigami could make out strange alphabet. And then, their swords glowed. With flame of hatred they blazed, and their wielders have charged.
Kigami and the other Orcs have quickly formed a defensive circle around nothing in particular, covering each other's backs. They need no words for this. At the times like these, they easily knew what must be done.
The sweaty pink-skins stepped back. Unusual for them - and for orcs during a battle - they kept quiet. The pale-skins charged, without a battle cry or a word, and neither did an Orc spoke.
Knowing the difficult odds of their victory, Kigami simply yelled out a warcry, and then - "Hognar rether'torn! Meth'nar uzhrok!", an order to break the circle and charge the foe.
Yet the swords of the two sides have sung their song of war, as the Orcs moved as fast as they could to avoid the flame from the swords.
Here, a young Orc charged his foe, yet was impaled on a runeblade and burned to death.
There two older Orcs have cut an enemy to shreds, and advanced slowly, defending each others' backs.
A leather-armored Orc with an axe has forced his Elven foe to retreat by swinging his axe here and there. Yet he was overconfident, and his punishment was another Elf beheading him in an agile and silent charge.
The battle was however drawing to a bloody end. The Orcs fought, and slaughtered many enemies. Yet more and more fell.
The last one to stand was Kigami. When surrounded by pinkskins and paleskins, all seeking to kill him, he grinned for the last time, and unleashed a deadly hurricane of swings, as his sword moved at an unnatural speed. It was harder at his age, but he managed.
He could barely see what was happening, along with all of his foes, but he, in difference from them, knew what was happening anyway.
The Elves have prepared to withdraw from the berserk old blademaster, but only a few got away. The others were cut into pieces, as Kigami swung his blade, losing control of himself quickly.
It all happened too fast. Much of the pink-skins died before they even thought of running. Yet Kigami begun to weaken, and as he insanely yet heroically charged the Elves who tried to run away, a lightning bolt from the raven staff hit and electrocuted him. As Kigami collapsed, he felt a sudden relief.
"I fell in battle." - He thought loudly, while - "and now, I depart".
Never again shall the warrior who has seen five wars and fought in fifty battles, the warrior whose blade brought death to thousands, the warrior with the name of Kigami charge to fight the enemies of his clan and his code. He was the last Orc standing on that bloodied battlefield that became his last, and died happily, as he always wanted. The one who always put honour before his life has departed Draenor not long before he departed the very existence. The song of the unsung hero of the Draenei Wars will be sung forever, and as long as a Frostwolf lives, he will not forget the one who died that day, with a bloodied blade in his hands, powerful from the young age to his death. Kigami, who now lived for eighty three years, was dead. Yet while he may be dead, the memory of this warrior was immortalized, and storytellers will spread his tale, and the younger generations will yet tell their own children of this mighty blademaster of the Frostwolf Clan, along with all the other heroes of the Orcs...
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The cultural exchange between the two humans and the two orcs near Elwyn has lasted for long time, yet both sides were still curious as when they first met.
Greh'tor for one was quite amazed by the local beasts such as horses and goats, and weaponry. But what intrigued him even more was the magic used here, especially The Light. It did not remind him of anything on Draenor, yet when he concentrated now, using his shamanistic training, he did feel a strange, and powerful yet invisible and silent magical vibrations, and was quite interested at the Human ability of controlling it. He was also astonished, although a bit skeptical of the large cities that were here and there. What perhaps interested him even more was, ofcourse, how did Arrius knew Habarothin, and after hearing the explanation, declared his wish to once visit this Northshire after this war is over.
If there was anything that shocked the Arrius and Cedric the most, then that was another world out there, Draenor, from which these Orcs came. Arrius however, being a son to a scholar, immediately suggested the possibility of the demons living in yet another such world, and was unpleasantly surprised when Laturna mentioned that they also know of demons, and that some of these demons helped Gul'dan, a demon-worshipping chaos mage, to corrupt much of the Orcs in order to make an unstoppable army for him.
The two Orcs have explained that they needed to find out how to save the other Orcs. The only thing Cedric could suggest was consulting with the Elves, Dalaran or Northshire, and then proceeded to explain the other two important races of beings in this world.
When told of the sheer numbers of the enemy army, Arrius' faith in victory begun to drop. Cedric didn't improve the situation when he mentioned that even few of these creatures are powerful, and that this time they won due to luck and luck alone.
The only hope was that Lady Luck would smile at Elwyn once more during the battle which was sure to come eventually - if Cedric was confident in that before, he was sure of this when hearing that "Gul'dan would never just let a defeat go. He would do his best to wipe out those who brought him defeat - he always done just that".
That one attack was only a warning. The real attack was yet to come...
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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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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: Well, Medivh is an Elven name, so I intended for Medivharin to mean People of the Keeper of Secrets...
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Chapter Twenty Three: The Crimson Queen.
The winged lizard-like creature of leviathanic proportion sat down in her roost, filled with equally large clean eggs. She sighed with relief - these green creatures have finally stopped.
The other red creatures were also in this cave. They flew here and there, while some sat. Their size - along with occasional body paint and battle wounds - was the only difference amongst them, and their Queen was the largest.
The small group of these green things that looked like humans have seemed to be no threat at first, but later, both the Red Aspect Alexstrasza and her mate Korialstrasz realized their amazing fighting skills, making them worthy foes. Also in difference from the Dwarves and Humans who hunted Dragons down mercilessly and never tried to negotiate, these creatures have listened to the voice of reason.
Or maybe they were deceitful? They had small numbers, and would've eventually died against the Dragon onslaught, yet now, they could just kill them one by one...
*Only time will tell* - concluded Alexstrasza, and called a Dragon half her size, with several scars from battles with dragon hunters.
"Yezhetorszer!" - She called out - "Call the leader of these creatures!"
"But who will that be?" - asked the seasoned veteran, shaking his head.
"The one who answered us with words instead of sword." - Declared the Crimson Queen of the Aspects - "Mer'shorn is his name, for I read his thoughts before letting them in."
"It shall be done" - Yezhetorszer slowly flew through the cave, secretly hopping for his queen's safety.
*After all, who knows what are they doing in our spire and our cave?!*
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A rather tall pinkskin with two daggers rushed towards Kigami. Yet he faced a predatory grin, and a swing of the blade that cut the thief's life short.
More and more of the fools died, and the cloaked creature that commanded the others just overlooked the battlefield, as if expecting a quick victory.
And then, in black cloaks, tall and pale creatures jumped out gracefully out of the bushes, and took out strange swords. These swords were strange for two reasons - they had two edges, and in each blade, Kigami could make out strange alphabet. And then, their swords glowed. With flame of hatred they blazed, and their wielders have charged.
Kigami and the other Orcs have quickly formed a defensive circle around nothing in particular, covering each other's backs. They need no words for this. At the times like these, they easily knew what must be done.
The sweaty pink-skins stepped back. Unusual for them - and for orcs during a battle - they kept quiet. The pale-skins charged, without a battle cry or a word, and neither did an Orc spoke.
Knowing the difficult odds of their victory, Kigami simply yelled out a warcry, and then - "Hognar rether'torn! Meth'nar uzhrok!", an order to break the circle and charge the foe.
Yet the swords of the two sides have sung their song of war, as the Orcs moved as fast as they could to avoid the flame from the swords.
Here, a young Orc charged his foe, yet was impaled on a runeblade and burned to death.
There two older Orcs have cut an enemy to shreds, and advanced slowly, defending each others' backs.
A leather-armored Orc with an axe has forced his Elven foe to retreat by swinging his axe here and there. Yet he was overconfident, and his punishment was another Elf beheading him in an agile and silent charge.
The battle was however drawing to a bloody end. The Orcs fought, and slaughtered many enemies. Yet more and more fell.
The last one to stand was Kigami. When surrounded by pinkskins and paleskins, all seeking to kill him, he grinned for the last time, and unleashed a deadly hurricane of swings, as his sword moved at an unnatural speed. It was harder at his age, but he managed.
He could barely see what was happening, along with all of his foes, but he, in difference from them, knew what was happening anyway.
The Elves have prepared to withdraw from the berserk old blademaster, but only a few got away. The others were cut into pieces, as Kigami swung his blade, losing control of himself quickly.
It all happened too fast. Much of the pink-skins died before they even thought of running. Yet Kigami begun to weaken, and as he insanely yet heroically charged the Elves who tried to run away, a lightning bolt from the raven staff hit and electrocuted him. As Kigami collapsed, he felt a sudden relief.
"I fell in battle." - He thought loudly, while - "and now, I depart".
Never again shall the warrior who has seen five wars and fought in fifty battles, the warrior whose blade brought death to thousands, the warrior with the name of Kigami charge to fight the enemies of his clan and his code. He was the last Orc standing on that bloodied battlefield that became his last, and died happily, as he always wanted. The one who always put honour before his life has departed Draenor not long before he departed the very existence. The song of the unsung hero of the Draenei Wars will be sung forever, and as long as a Frostwolf lives, he will not forget the one who died that day, with a bloodied blade in his hands, powerful from the young age to his death. Kigami, who now lived for eighty three years, was dead. Yet while he may be dead, the memory of this warrior was immortalized, and storytellers will spread his tale, and the younger generations will yet tell their own children of this mighty blademaster of the Frostwolf Clan, along with all the other heroes of the Orcs...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The cultural exchange between the two humans and the two orcs near Elwyn has lasted for long time, yet both sides were still curious as when they first met.
Greh'tor for one was quite amazed by the local beasts such as horses and goats, and weaponry. But what intrigued him even more was the magic used here, especially The Light. It did not remind him of anything on Draenor, yet when he concentrated now, using his shamanistic training, he did feel a strange, and powerful yet invisible and silent magical vibrations, and was quite interested at the Human ability of controlling it. He was also astonished, although a bit skeptical of the large cities that were here and there. What perhaps interested him even more was, ofcourse, how did Arrius knew Habarothin, and after hearing the explanation, declared his wish to once visit this Northshire after this war is over.
If there was anything that shocked the Arrius and Cedric the most, then that was another world out there, Draenor, from which these Orcs came. Arrius however, being a son to a scholar, immediately suggested the possibility of the demons living in yet another such world, and was unpleasantly surprised when Laturna mentioned that they also know of demons, and that some of these demons helped Gul'dan, a demon-worshipping chaos mage, to corrupt much of the Orcs in order to make an unstoppable army for him.
The two Orcs have explained that they needed to find out how to save the other Orcs. The only thing Cedric could suggest was consulting with the Elves, Dalaran or Northshire, and then proceeded to explain the other two important races of beings in this world.
When told of the sheer numbers of the enemy army, Arrius' faith in victory begun to drop. Cedric didn't improve the situation when he mentioned that even few of these creatures are powerful, and that this time they won due to luck and luck alone.
The only hope was that Lady Luck would smile at Elwyn once more during the battle which was sure to come eventually - if Cedric was confident in that before, he was sure of this when hearing that "Gul'dan would never just let a defeat go. He would do his best to wipe out those who brought him defeat - he always done just that".
That one attack was only a warning. The real attack was yet to come...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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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I WILL NOT POST THE NEXT CHAPTER UNTIL SOMEONE REVIEWS.
