*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.
Cheezy Pierre: Thanks for err... commenting as well! I have more and more readers, it seems...
randh13th: Thank you, and the battle begins. The first part is a bit blurry but the next one will feature a large scale battle!
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Chapter Twenty Five: The Stage is Set.
The sun was up in the sky, and the training spares were over. Already the main exits/entrances, including the woods in strategically important locations were guarded by the survivors of the first attack. It was planned out for this militia to divide into groups of five militiamen and one warden as its commander, though the numbers were somewhat irregular.
Already Greh'tor and Laturna prepared their warriors for three possible main courses of action: defending the Orcish camp, attacking the enemy if he is indecisive, or rushing to aid the humans - though these that lived here in Elwyn didn't have much, Greh'tor was confident that Arrius did not lie and there indeed are much, much more.
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Behind the woods, a lumbering war machine of Orcs and Ogres approached ever-so-slowly. They knew their objectives, and were willing to fulfill them - perhaps because they were unable to resist the magicks of Gul'dan and the Daemon of Twisted Nether.
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From another side, an "army" of bandits, led by Aedelas Blackmoore ran as fast as these outlaws could to Elwyn - if not to get the loot, then at least to prove themselves worthy allies. A wise move for some, a mad scheme to others. But no one willed to face Blackmoore with such protests.
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Reinforcements from both Azeroth and the Frostwolf camp rushed as well, fearing for their men... and about the plague that could soon be unleashed.
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The chess-board was already here, and the pieces in their places. And the first move was made...
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The Ogres and the Orcs suddenly ran out from the woods, overwhelming the few militiamen at the wooden gates.
A club smashed scull of one. Two others managed to actually cut down an Ogre, while a Warden impaled an Orc and two more militia groups rushed assist their friends, yet Cho'gall brought a mighty horde. Lumbering Ogres advanced, smashing all the resistance away quite literally. The Orcs charged forth, as many as the ants, and soon, with numbers and brute force, the wooden gates were secured. A warcry was let out, and the last warden, who just beheaded two more axe-wielding Orcs, collapsed, with a yell of agony. Some more Militia groups, led by the one called Arrius ran to help their comrades, as Cedric noticed the slaughter. Their places were quickly taken by Frostwolf Orcs.
"Die, accursed fools!" - yelled out Arrius, approaching a powerful Yirik. Just then, he saw two Ogres as well, and stepped back, remembering Greh'tor's tales.
*Two-headed monsters! They must be in league with Gul'dan!*
But Arrius made a mistake by letting himself be distracted, and he went down, knocked out by a hammer. The battle begun around him, as Arrius drifted away from reality for now...
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*I must wake up. I must fight on.*
*Why do you think so?*
That thought was strangely foreign, yet seemed peculiarly familiar as well. Almost as if it belonged to an old friend... or an old foe.
*I must save the people of Elwyn!*
*Do you think you could make a difference in this battle?*
*Yes, I do.*
*How?*
*What is this trickery?!*
*How will you make a difference?*
*By holding back the Orcs!*
*How will you hold back the Orcs?*
Arrius had enough.
*I will fight them! I will kill them!*
*Why?*
*So they will be a threat no more!*
*Yet they think the same. Yet they are driven by the same thought.*
*They attacked us!*
*But wouldn't you have attacked them if you found them first?*
*No.*
*Why?*
*I have to go back and... save the people from them. I have to help Cedric.*
*How?*
*I will make my stand with them! With the people of Elwyn and the Orcs of the Frostwolf Clan!*
*How will you help?*
*With my blade. I fear killing will have to be the solution*
*But are you going to save them by killing the others?*
*Yes! Yes. Yes...*
*Are you sure?*
*No.*
*The battle must go on, but you must...*
*What are you?!*
*This is of no importance. You must go and tell and Greh'tor to try and find a way to save some of the Orcs from their curse without killing them.*
*How will Greh'tor help?*
*He can save them!*
*What?*
*Tell him that he can still save them. That he has to reach out to them.*
*Very well, but why should I trust you.*
*It is best for you to do so. Will you do it?*
*Yes...*
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Suddenly, Arrius found himself awake in the grass. The battle was still going on, as the militia barely fought back, in a blind fury of attacks. Not much changed, apparently, apart from the militia regaining some inches of ground and pushing the enemy out of the wooden fortifications.
Then he remembered the strange conversation in his mind, and barely stood up. There was searing ache in his back, and his leg hurt as well.
Nevertheless, he hurried up, to see Cedric or better yet Greh'tor. He turned around, wishing he could help the militia, but he was too injured to fight anyway, and his sword wasn't with him - apparently the Orcs looted him anyway. In much pain, he walked away, trying not to look back at the new battlefield. The enemy came too early.
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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.
Cheezy Pierre: Thanks for err... commenting as well! I have more and more readers, it seems...
randh13th: Thank you, and the battle begins. The first part is a bit blurry but the next one will feature a large scale battle!
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
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Chapter Twenty Five: The Stage is Set.
The sun was up in the sky, and the training spares were over. Already the main exits/entrances, including the woods in strategically important locations were guarded by the survivors of the first attack. It was planned out for this militia to divide into groups of five militiamen and one warden as its commander, though the numbers were somewhat irregular.
Already Greh'tor and Laturna prepared their warriors for three possible main courses of action: defending the Orcish camp, attacking the enemy if he is indecisive, or rushing to aid the humans - though these that lived here in Elwyn didn't have much, Greh'tor was confident that Arrius did not lie and there indeed are much, much more.
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Behind the woods, a lumbering war machine of Orcs and Ogres approached ever-so-slowly. They knew their objectives, and were willing to fulfill them - perhaps because they were unable to resist the magicks of Gul'dan and the Daemon of Twisted Nether.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
From another side, an "army" of bandits, led by Aedelas Blackmoore ran as fast as these outlaws could to Elwyn - if not to get the loot, then at least to prove themselves worthy allies. A wise move for some, a mad scheme to others. But no one willed to face Blackmoore with such protests.
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Reinforcements from both Azeroth and the Frostwolf camp rushed as well, fearing for their men... and about the plague that could soon be unleashed.
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The chess-board was already here, and the pieces in their places. And the first move was made...
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The Ogres and the Orcs suddenly ran out from the woods, overwhelming the few militiamen at the wooden gates.
A club smashed scull of one. Two others managed to actually cut down an Ogre, while a Warden impaled an Orc and two more militia groups rushed assist their friends, yet Cho'gall brought a mighty horde. Lumbering Ogres advanced, smashing all the resistance away quite literally. The Orcs charged forth, as many as the ants, and soon, with numbers and brute force, the wooden gates were secured. A warcry was let out, and the last warden, who just beheaded two more axe-wielding Orcs, collapsed, with a yell of agony. Some more Militia groups, led by the one called Arrius ran to help their comrades, as Cedric noticed the slaughter. Their places were quickly taken by Frostwolf Orcs.
"Die, accursed fools!" - yelled out Arrius, approaching a powerful Yirik. Just then, he saw two Ogres as well, and stepped back, remembering Greh'tor's tales.
*Two-headed monsters! They must be in league with Gul'dan!*
But Arrius made a mistake by letting himself be distracted, and he went down, knocked out by a hammer. The battle begun around him, as Arrius drifted away from reality for now...
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*I must wake up. I must fight on.*
*Why do you think so?*
That thought was strangely foreign, yet seemed peculiarly familiar as well. Almost as if it belonged to an old friend... or an old foe.
*I must save the people of Elwyn!*
*Do you think you could make a difference in this battle?*
*Yes, I do.*
*How?*
*What is this trickery?!*
*How will you make a difference?*
*By holding back the Orcs!*
*How will you hold back the Orcs?*
Arrius had enough.
*I will fight them! I will kill them!*
*Why?*
*So they will be a threat no more!*
*Yet they think the same. Yet they are driven by the same thought.*
*They attacked us!*
*But wouldn't you have attacked them if you found them first?*
*No.*
*Why?*
*I have to go back and... save the people from them. I have to help Cedric.*
*How?*
*I will make my stand with them! With the people of Elwyn and the Orcs of the Frostwolf Clan!*
*How will you help?*
*With my blade. I fear killing will have to be the solution*
*But are you going to save them by killing the others?*
*Yes! Yes. Yes...*
*Are you sure?*
*No.*
*The battle must go on, but you must...*
*What are you?!*
*This is of no importance. You must go and tell and Greh'tor to try and find a way to save some of the Orcs from their curse without killing them.*
*How will Greh'tor help?*
*He can save them!*
*What?*
*Tell him that he can still save them. That he has to reach out to them.*
*Very well, but why should I trust you.*
*It is best for you to do so. Will you do it?*
*Yes...*
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Suddenly, Arrius found himself awake in the grass. The battle was still going on, as the militia barely fought back, in a blind fury of attacks. Not much changed, apparently, apart from the militia regaining some inches of ground and pushing the enemy out of the wooden fortifications.
Then he remembered the strange conversation in his mind, and barely stood up. There was searing ache in his back, and his leg hurt as well.
Nevertheless, he hurried up, to see Cedric or better yet Greh'tor. He turned around, wishing he could help the militia, but he was too injured to fight anyway, and his sword wasn't with him - apparently the Orcs looted him anyway. In much pain, he walked away, trying not to look back at the new battlefield. The enemy came too early.
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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.
