The Warchief Saga's
Author's notes: This is my first fanfic, and I'm not quite sure of how this will turn out. Idea's and constructive criticism are always welcome. However, please be kind and flame me as little as possible.
Disclaimer: This story has Spoilers of everything up to and including the Frozen Throne. Also, I own nothing in the Warcraft universe, It's all owned by Blizzard entertainment.
Summary: Set 50 year's after the event's of the Frozen Throne this tale chronicles the adventure's of Thrall's son, as he embarks on an epic quest to find his destiny.
Prologue- It was shadowy and smoky in the Great Spirit lodge, a smell of incense and sweet herb's in the air, when the Orcish shaman known as Greldak entered. Prior to Greldak's entrance, the Great Lodge had felt like a place of quiet, a place of meditation and spiritual balance. However, at the sight of Greldak, the atmosphere of the Great lodge became one of intense concentration, where all were attending on one single thing of great importance.
Greldak bowed and knelt before the imposing figure seated on a great, ornately carved throne, placed upon a dais.
"It has happened, Warchief Thrall." Intoned Greldak in a deep sonorous, yet respectful tone.
Those of the attending spiritual leaders of the Horde who had been pretending to still meditate and pray gave up even the pretense at this proclamation, for it was a proclamation that assured the continual spiritual and military guidance of the horde.
"Are you certain?" Queried the aged but still strong leader of the horde.
"I am positive Warchief," stated Greldak "Your son definitely has the power's of the Farseer's, though he knows it not. In a pitched battle with the Centaur's, not a week ago, he called lightning on several of the beasts, and though I'm not totally certain, I believe that he may have summoned several spirit wolves which aided us."
"Is this why you returned so swiftly Greldak?" asked the Warchief with a look of intense concentration wrinkling his already wrinkled brow
"Yes Warchief. I felt that it was paramount that you received the message about your son's power. " said Greldak in a convinced tone.
"Very well Greldak. You've done well." The aged Warchief paused for a moment. "I assume that if you are here, that my son must be returning shortly?" Inquired Thrall.
"Yes Warchief." Said Greldak in a submissive tone.
"Excellent! Now, all of you leave me. I must confer with the spirits." All of the watching Shaman's, Witch Doctor's and Spirit Walkers began to rise and file out of the Great Lodge, leaving the Master Shaman, to quietly contemplate these new development's and what effect they would have on the welfare of the horde, but more importantly, what effect they would have on his son.
Well what do you all think?
Author's notes: This is my first fanfic, and I'm not quite sure of how this will turn out. Idea's and constructive criticism are always welcome. However, please be kind and flame me as little as possible.
Disclaimer: This story has Spoilers of everything up to and including the Frozen Throne. Also, I own nothing in the Warcraft universe, It's all owned by Blizzard entertainment.
Summary: Set 50 year's after the event's of the Frozen Throne this tale chronicles the adventure's of Thrall's son, as he embarks on an epic quest to find his destiny.
Prologue- It was shadowy and smoky in the Great Spirit lodge, a smell of incense and sweet herb's in the air, when the Orcish shaman known as Greldak entered. Prior to Greldak's entrance, the Great Lodge had felt like a place of quiet, a place of meditation and spiritual balance. However, at the sight of Greldak, the atmosphere of the Great lodge became one of intense concentration, where all were attending on one single thing of great importance.
Greldak bowed and knelt before the imposing figure seated on a great, ornately carved throne, placed upon a dais.
"It has happened, Warchief Thrall." Intoned Greldak in a deep sonorous, yet respectful tone.
Those of the attending spiritual leaders of the Horde who had been pretending to still meditate and pray gave up even the pretense at this proclamation, for it was a proclamation that assured the continual spiritual and military guidance of the horde.
"Are you certain?" Queried the aged but still strong leader of the horde.
"I am positive Warchief," stated Greldak "Your son definitely has the power's of the Farseer's, though he knows it not. In a pitched battle with the Centaur's, not a week ago, he called lightning on several of the beasts, and though I'm not totally certain, I believe that he may have summoned several spirit wolves which aided us."
"Is this why you returned so swiftly Greldak?" asked the Warchief with a look of intense concentration wrinkling his already wrinkled brow
"Yes Warchief. I felt that it was paramount that you received the message about your son's power. " said Greldak in a convinced tone.
"Very well Greldak. You've done well." The aged Warchief paused for a moment. "I assume that if you are here, that my son must be returning shortly?" Inquired Thrall.
"Yes Warchief." Said Greldak in a submissive tone.
"Excellent! Now, all of you leave me. I must confer with the spirits." All of the watching Shaman's, Witch Doctor's and Spirit Walkers began to rise and file out of the Great Lodge, leaving the Master Shaman, to quietly contemplate these new development's and what effect they would have on the welfare of the horde, but more importantly, what effect they would have on his son.
Well what do you all think?