*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: Actually, Medivh did not seek Kigami. He wanted to use Mer'shorn in his ranks.
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Chapter Twenty Four: Kilrogg's Mind.
Not a minute past the sun shining on Elwyn once more, Cedric, after sending his wife and his son away to the small village nearby, along with roughly one hundred and fifty other children, women, and old men, all guarded by a small amount of volunteers - the Elders were sure that the bloodlusted Orcs won't attack anything else before destroying Elwyn once and for all - has walked out of his barn, in order to try and check the battle-readiness of those who remained to fight.
And likely, to die as well.
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If Cho'gall's two heads ever agreed on anything, then that's the fact that Cho'gall, the Twilight Hammer Clan, the Horde, the Orcs, the Ogres, everything existed to destroy... Everything else.
As a matter of fact, the force that drove the Twilight Hammer to where it was today - on the outskirts of Elwyn - was the belief that they were the Harbingers of Oblivion, the destruction of everything that ever existed ,and thus purifying.
All those in between Oblivion and Cho'gall were to die.
That was the belief that the Ogre received from Gul'dan, his master and mentor in dark magicks of chaos.
The lumbering ogres, from an easily expendable warrior in loincloth to a mighty Ogre "Lord" in mithril armor, to Cho'gall himself, have formed roughly half of an Orcish Clan led by an Ogre, albeit a mage and a student of Gul'dan.
The other half were the Orcish outlaws and everyone else who got thrown out of other clans for one reason or another.
This massive army marched close up, each barely holding himself back from killing the one before himself, after himself, and on his sides.
Yet they contained it, knowing that Elwyn - and a lot of creatures in whose blood they will today bathe - was close. Closer and closer...
The clans only recently separated, in order to give a nasty surprise to the Frostwolves - the pinkskins are no threat. The ogre mages of the Burning Blade contained the destructive force they were to unleash until they reach a place from where the Blademasters would cause the most damage - the Frostwolf encampment between Elwyn and the field of these strange gigantic brown mushrooms with green "hats", or whatever these plants were.
Gul'dan and Kilrogg would thrust in between Frostwolves and the pinkskin village, coming from behind another such field.
Cho'gall would lead an attack at the safest and quickest way in and out, in order to prevent anyone from escaping, or any other Frostwolves from entering. It was fine by him - Gul'dan surely knew what was the best for the Holy Oblivion and the Twilight Hammer Clan.
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Kilrogg was clearly divided. Gul'dan was riding his wolf in the back of the Bleeding Hollow army. Kilrogg marched in front of his warriors.
*Why can't I just rebel against him? Why is it that I know the truth but I cannot speak it out?*
He also wondered whether the rest of his warriors were also experiencing these same thoughts.
Kilrogg seemingly made all the decisions for himself, and did as he wanted, but now, he could clearly see something phony about that.
Indeed, the mithril-clad chieftain could sense almost as if his thoughts were his, but his actions were someone else's. He easily new that Gul'dan as the one controlling him, forcing him to believe that his actions were of his own.
But something else spoke in him.
*You are doing what you want to do. You see behind Gul'dan's pathetic attempts to control you and your clan! You want him to believe that he succeeded, while he didn't! Why risk him knowing that?*
Perhaps it - whatever it was - was right. But perhaps, it is just another trick of Gul'dan's?
And then, in his mind, Kilrogg heard a voice, this one belonging to someone else. Not himself, but these words were righteous. They came from someone he easily knew.
*You and your people are slaves to Gul'dan. But you can resist! All of us can! You can overcome Gul'dan's control, and so can your people! I will lend you my help!*
But the battle for his mind continued, as the first voice spoke again.
*Do not listen to the fool! He just wants to manipulate you into giving up to his will! Destroy him and his armies! And then, you could attack Gul'dan! No doubt that he conspires with that old fool!*
*I just hope that you free yourself. Me and my people will forever support you in your battle for freedom.*
Kilrogg still marched forth, his arm holding the Katana.
*Soon, you will be at Elwyn* - spoke the second voice - *There, you are to decide whether your blade will be pointed on us, or on Gul'dan. I beg you, overcome the bloodlust! When you are free, your clan will be free as well!*
*Perhaps.* - spoke a third voice. These thoughts belonged to Kilrogg himself. *Perhaps*
When he was sure that the two mighty magic-users left his mind alone for now, he allowed himself to think freely. The thought that came first did not surprise him.
*Good luck, Durotan.*
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Durotan opened his eyes. For the entire day, he, Nazgrel, and three hundred best of the best amongst all the Frostwolf warriors.
He did not even think of sleeping. They just ahd a small break, and he sued the opportunity to try and free Kilrogg.
He felt that there indeed sitl laws hope for Kilrogg Deadeye. Gul'dan controlled his body, but not his thoughts. In fact, Gul'dan's grip was... Weakening.
Durotan felt him there, in Kilrogg's thoughts. The warlock tried to persuade Kilrogg that he was free, and that he just needs to pretend to be controlled by Gul'dan until the right time.
*Gul'dan must've sensed his control over Kilrogg and the Bleeding Hollow was weakening, so until he could kill Kilrogg, he needs ot confuse him...*
And then Durotan realized his mistake.
*He is trying to get ultimate control over Kilrogg, over everyone! He needs to delay Kilrogg just incase, while he himself finds a way to control his thoughts as well!*
Durotan heard footsteps approaching him in his primitive tent. At first he grabbed the hilt of his Katana, but ten relaxed as he heard the voice of this visitor.
"Chieftain Durotan." - Said Naz'grel's voice, calm as always - or as always outside of a battle - "We are ready to depart."
"Very well." - Replied Durotan, attempting a grin - "we must depart quickly then. This might be the key battle against Gul'dan."
*Indeed it could. But who will win?*
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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: Actually, Medivh did not seek Kigami. He wanted to use Mer'shorn in his ranks.
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Chapter Twenty Four: Kilrogg's Mind.
Not a minute past the sun shining on Elwyn once more, Cedric, after sending his wife and his son away to the small village nearby, along with roughly one hundred and fifty other children, women, and old men, all guarded by a small amount of volunteers - the Elders were sure that the bloodlusted Orcs won't attack anything else before destroying Elwyn once and for all - has walked out of his barn, in order to try and check the battle-readiness of those who remained to fight.
And likely, to die as well.
-------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------
If Cho'gall's two heads ever agreed on anything, then that's the fact that Cho'gall, the Twilight Hammer Clan, the Horde, the Orcs, the Ogres, everything existed to destroy... Everything else.
As a matter of fact, the force that drove the Twilight Hammer to where it was today - on the outskirts of Elwyn - was the belief that they were the Harbingers of Oblivion, the destruction of everything that ever existed ,and thus purifying.
All those in between Oblivion and Cho'gall were to die.
That was the belief that the Ogre received from Gul'dan, his master and mentor in dark magicks of chaos.
The lumbering ogres, from an easily expendable warrior in loincloth to a mighty Ogre "Lord" in mithril armor, to Cho'gall himself, have formed roughly half of an Orcish Clan led by an Ogre, albeit a mage and a student of Gul'dan.
The other half were the Orcish outlaws and everyone else who got thrown out of other clans for one reason or another.
This massive army marched close up, each barely holding himself back from killing the one before himself, after himself, and on his sides.
Yet they contained it, knowing that Elwyn - and a lot of creatures in whose blood they will today bathe - was close. Closer and closer...
The clans only recently separated, in order to give a nasty surprise to the Frostwolves - the pinkskins are no threat. The ogre mages of the Burning Blade contained the destructive force they were to unleash until they reach a place from where the Blademasters would cause the most damage - the Frostwolf encampment between Elwyn and the field of these strange gigantic brown mushrooms with green "hats", or whatever these plants were.
Gul'dan and Kilrogg would thrust in between Frostwolves and the pinkskin village, coming from behind another such field.
Cho'gall would lead an attack at the safest and quickest way in and out, in order to prevent anyone from escaping, or any other Frostwolves from entering. It was fine by him - Gul'dan surely knew what was the best for the Holy Oblivion and the Twilight Hammer Clan.
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Kilrogg was clearly divided. Gul'dan was riding his wolf in the back of the Bleeding Hollow army. Kilrogg marched in front of his warriors.
*Why can't I just rebel against him? Why is it that I know the truth but I cannot speak it out?*
He also wondered whether the rest of his warriors were also experiencing these same thoughts.
Kilrogg seemingly made all the decisions for himself, and did as he wanted, but now, he could clearly see something phony about that.
Indeed, the mithril-clad chieftain could sense almost as if his thoughts were his, but his actions were someone else's. He easily new that Gul'dan as the one controlling him, forcing him to believe that his actions were of his own.
But something else spoke in him.
*You are doing what you want to do. You see behind Gul'dan's pathetic attempts to control you and your clan! You want him to believe that he succeeded, while he didn't! Why risk him knowing that?*
Perhaps it - whatever it was - was right. But perhaps, it is just another trick of Gul'dan's?
And then, in his mind, Kilrogg heard a voice, this one belonging to someone else. Not himself, but these words were righteous. They came from someone he easily knew.
*You and your people are slaves to Gul'dan. But you can resist! All of us can! You can overcome Gul'dan's control, and so can your people! I will lend you my help!*
But the battle for his mind continued, as the first voice spoke again.
*Do not listen to the fool! He just wants to manipulate you into giving up to his will! Destroy him and his armies! And then, you could attack Gul'dan! No doubt that he conspires with that old fool!*
*I just hope that you free yourself. Me and my people will forever support you in your battle for freedom.*
Kilrogg still marched forth, his arm holding the Katana.
*Soon, you will be at Elwyn* - spoke the second voice - *There, you are to decide whether your blade will be pointed on us, or on Gul'dan. I beg you, overcome the bloodlust! When you are free, your clan will be free as well!*
*Perhaps.* - spoke a third voice. These thoughts belonged to Kilrogg himself. *Perhaps*
When he was sure that the two mighty magic-users left his mind alone for now, he allowed himself to think freely. The thought that came first did not surprise him.
*Good luck, Durotan.*
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Durotan opened his eyes. For the entire day, he, Nazgrel, and three hundred best of the best amongst all the Frostwolf warriors.
He did not even think of sleeping. They just ahd a small break, and he sued the opportunity to try and free Kilrogg.
He felt that there indeed sitl laws hope for Kilrogg Deadeye. Gul'dan controlled his body, but not his thoughts. In fact, Gul'dan's grip was... Weakening.
Durotan felt him there, in Kilrogg's thoughts. The warlock tried to persuade Kilrogg that he was free, and that he just needs to pretend to be controlled by Gul'dan until the right time.
*Gul'dan must've sensed his control over Kilrogg and the Bleeding Hollow was weakening, so until he could kill Kilrogg, he needs ot confuse him...*
And then Durotan realized his mistake.
*He is trying to get ultimate control over Kilrogg, over everyone! He needs to delay Kilrogg just incase, while he himself finds a way to control his thoughts as well!*
Durotan heard footsteps approaching him in his primitive tent. At first he grabbed the hilt of his Katana, but ten relaxed as he heard the voice of this visitor.
"Chieftain Durotan." - Said Naz'grel's voice, calm as always - or as always outside of a battle - "We are ready to depart."
"Very well." - Replied Durotan, attempting a grin - "we must depart quickly then. This might be the key battle against Gul'dan."
*Indeed it could. But who will win?*
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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.
