Author's Note:
Today is a sad day. According to the exceedingly well informed Ghoul King, I am not allowed to maintain this story on both the Zelda and Warcraft pages. I am very sorry to inform those who follow this story on the Zelda page that I will have to close it down in the very near future. However, do not despair; you can still read this story on the Warcraft page, where it will continue to be updated regularly.
To finish my business with Ghoul King, the only Warcraft CD in my family was recently taken off to college with my dear brother. I was left with the crappy demo. In the demo, the colors are all messed up, and so the trolls appear to be gray. That's where that discrepancy comes from. As for Ghouls not resembling Stalchildren, I think that it is a matter of opinion. I stand by my belief that Stalchildren are the closest Zelda enemy to Ghouls. As for the green dream/Emerald Dream business, I have not studied Warcraft so thoroughly that I can remember the capitalization and difference between green and Emerald. I also wrote that at 11:00pm, and was incredibly tired, so cut me some slack. As I have said, I am always pressed for time and I do not intend to bother fixing that minor spelling mistake or the gray/blue issue. I firmly believe that these minor inaccuracies do not take away from my work as a whole, and if anyone besides Ghoul King disagrees with me please post a review about it.
To the rest of you, I apologize for taking up your time. Without further ado, here is chapter 4. Oh, and please review some more! I just love reviews.
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Illidan stepped out onto the hard, rough coast of Kalimdor. Surveying his surroundings, Illidan smirked as he noticed that the raw, natural landscape had become twisted and foul, as did every landscape caressed by the scourge. All along the shore were the horrifying undead ships, laden with fresh troops and acolytes. Already these foul passengers were disembarking by the hundreds, bolstering the existing undead base. Overhead, a number of frost wyrms were circling around. These massive undead dragons were visible only as shadows darker than the night sky.
Further inland, Illidan could see what could only be a Necropolis towering over the rest of the other undead buildings, whose shapes were too indistinct to make out. Even down by the coast, the land was scarred with blight by the undead presence. It had once had a noble, rugged look. It was now raw and burned, just the way the undead liked it. Illidan himself had no taste for sightseeing, but he couldn't help but admire the Lich King's art.
As soon as he was finished observing the base, he sent his presence throughout it. He was pleased to see that the psychic powers granted to him by the Lich King allowed him to command the undead instantly and easily. Immediately all the undead turned to him and either bowed low or remained silent in respect. Illidan grinned. Command, at least, was something familiar to him.
"Return to work! Our plans must not be delayed." He shouted. With a little psychic encouragement, the undead returned to whatever they were doing before with renewed enthusiasm. Illidan now looked around for someone to brief him on the situation. "Who is in charge here?"
At this a Necromancer with a lavishly decorated staff displaying high rank hastily approached him. "I am my lord."
"What steps have you taken against the orcs?" Illidan inquired.
"We have sent out regular scouting parties, master. We now know of the all the orc's border positions and defenses. We have not yet taken any offensive action against the enemy without your bidding."
"Fool." Snarled Illidan, "The orcs have most certainly been scouting us as much as we have been scouting them. Your little search parties may have already alerted them to our presence, perhaps even led them to our base."
At this the necromancer was silent, brooding on his error. Illidan smiled grimly at the undead lieutenant.
"Tell me at least what you have managed to find out, at the expense of the element of surprise."
"The orcs appear to have withdrawn their patrols master. They have instead set up a defensive border around their territory. Lots of towers and walls; there is no way we can approach them without their knowing."
"And you've learned nothing about their actions beyond this border?"
"No master."
Illidan hissed in vexation. "I see why the Lich King is always in need of champions; without them I can hardly see how you idiots would ever win a battle. Please tell me you at least have scouts here."
The necromancer hesitated before answering. "No master, but we could easily produce some."
"Do it. Now." Illidan commanded. "I want them to slip beyond this little border of yours and find out just what the orcs are up to."
The necromancer bowed his head. "It shall be done."
"And fix this up while you're at it. The Lich King believes it might be useful." Illidan kicked the motionless body of Scourge that lay at his feet.
At this command, five necromancers sprang forward as a meat wagon lumbered forwards containing replacement limbs for the abomination. As the necromancers got to work on reviving the rotting warrior, Illidan walked up to higher ground so that he could watch his commands being carried out, as well as to brood on the Lich King's orders.
"An enemy of yours eh? A warrior clothed in green?" He muttered. "There's something you've not told me my king; he's got you scared. But why?"
Left to ponder his question, Illidan stayed there in meditation far into the night. None of his servants dared to disturb him; not even when the newly revived and enraged Scourge awoke and devoured the necromancers that had been tending him.
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Link was having trouble sleeping. He had been restless ever since he had arrived in Ogrimmar; he was still pondering Thrall's warning. Clearly the warchief thought he was in danger, but Link did not find that particularly alarming. He had found that Hyrule seemed to be a much more dangerous place for Link. Still, there was something disturbing about the way the warchief had seen right through him. Of course, his inability to sleep could also be due to the troll in the next room who was currently beating on a loud drum and screaming voodoo chants at the top of his lungs. Sighing, Link got out of bed and decided to take a walk to shake off his weariness.
As he left the plainly decorated guest house, he noted that the Ogrimmar streets were virtually empty at night. Pleased at the silence, Link began to walk towards the market to see what it would be like with no people. It was strangely calm tonight; the customary razor winds that wrecked havoc upon anything not secured to the ground had not come.
Suddenly, as he walked along, Link got a strange feeling that he was being watched. He stopped and looked around. There was nothing. Still feeling uneasy, Link continued walking until his instinct was screaming for him to stop. This time Link examined the street he was walking down carefully. There was plenty of moonlight over Ogrimmar tonight, and nearly everything was illuminated. Still Link did not see anything, but he wasn't satisfied. Link stayed still, carefully looking around him. Suddenly, he saw it; a little dust from the ground a few feet away stirred. It was hardly anything, and would have been easy to attribute to wind had the night not been so calm. Immediately Link understood and whipped out the lens of truth. Peering through the lens at the spot he had seen the dust stir, he was shocked at what he saw.
A horrible skeletal figure, all shadowed and grey, was hovering above the ground, staring right at him. An invisible, gray mist hung about it, and its abdomen trailed off into a wispy tail that seemed to be made of smoke. Hearing Link gasp, the creature must have realized that it had been discovered. It quickly spun around and began to flee faster than Link ever thought something that looked like it was made of smoke could.
Link did not know what the thing was, but he was certain that it was not friendly. Determined not to let the creature get away, he chased after it as fast as he could, holding the lens of truth in front of his eyes all the way. The creature, whatever it was, sped away even faster. A fatal mistake. Link could now tell where the creature was from the dust it stirred as it passed. No longer having to hold the lens of truth, he took out his bow and arrow. Still running, he notched an arrow to the bow, carefully watching the creature's movements. As they turned down a narrow, long alley, Link realized to his dismay that the creature was slowly outrunning him. Knowing that he would have just one shot before the creature could escape, Link stopped and bent the bow backwards. Taking careful aim at the air above the moving dust, Link released the bow with a twang.
The arrow sped through the air, and piercing the unseen target, fell to the ground along with its victim. As Link walked towards the creature for further examination, he heard a great sigh coming from seemingly nowhere and looked on amazed as the invisible corpse evaporated into what seemed to be a smoky skull. It lingered there for a moment, then dissipated into the night air.
Link shivered. The encounter with this unseen foe still had him tense. Blood throbbed in his pointed ears as he determinedly calmed himself down. Whatever the creature was, Thrall would have to know about it. Noticing that the last vestiges of sleep had fallen from his shoulders, Link turned back and headed towards the warchief's den. He just hoped that Thrall wasn't a heavy sleeper.
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"Are you sure you did the right thing by bringing him into this world?"
"I am positive. He will make a difference, of that there is no doubt."
"But what kind of a difference? Your actions may have consequences none of us can foresee. It is dangerous to involve otherworldly elements in our affairs, and you know what he brought with him into this world."
"He himself is a force for good, and I believe will use what came with him against the Lich King. If however, it harms this world, then the burden of guilt is upon my head."
"Very well, though I did voice my concerns."
"Indeed, Malygos. But that is not the real reason you've called this meeting."
"Perceptive as always Ysera. It is the Lich King concerns me."
"Doesn't he concern us all?"
"Yes, but it is his great audacity that I am most concerned with right now. You are aware, of course, what he has done to the Great Dragonblight?"
Ysera was silent. The two aspects had met in the Emerald Dream, the only place they could be sure the agents of the Lich King were not listening in. They were both in human form, Ysera in her customary appearance and Malygos as a blue-cloaked mage. Ysera did, as a matter of fact, know what the Lich King was doing to the Great Dragonblight, though it took her a while to answer. When she did, it was in the form of two words.
"Frost wyrms."
"Yes! Our kindred who have flown to the frozen north, expecting to finally have peace after their long and tiresome lives, are now instead being raised as slaves to serve the Lich King. It is an outrage that we have this go on for so long! We have been idol for too long. The burning legion has come and gone. The scourge has materialized and swept over the world. And all this time we have done nothing."
"I understand your concern Malygos, but is the task left only to us?"
At this Malygos snorted. "Nozdormu is busy 'collecting' time as always. He'll not budge from his task. It took a lot of convincing to even get him to move against Deathwing. And Alexstrasza is taking a well-deserved rest; I would not disturb her. Besides, two dragonflights should be enough to earn our race's peace."
Ysera was silent. Finally she sighed and her eyes slowly opened, revealing two deep wells of wisdom. Light shone through her green eyes, yet they had a depth more impressive and dark than the deepest ocean. The dreamer looked at Malygos for a while before replying.
"Very well Malygos. But let us not forget that Deathwing is out there somewhere. He is waiting for us to be caught unawares, and so that is exactly what we must avoid. Let us have patience and strike at northrend only when it would serve us best."
"My patience wanes Ysera, but I will wait still longer. And let us hope that your bringing that elf and.the thing into this world will not prove to be your greatest folly."
"I shall Malygos. I shall."
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As it turned out, Thrall wasn't a heavy sleeper, though the guard was reluctant to let Link in to see him. In fact, this guard, who was every bit as suspicious as the last, would have tried to arrest Link had the warchief not come out to see what the fuss was about. Link wasted no time in describing what he had encountered in the marketplace. As soon as Link finished his description of how the creature had died, Thrall snarled.
"What a fool I have been! I should have predicted this. For all we know it could be too late now." Thrall turned to Link, who did not quite comprehend the warchief's words. "That was a shade, Link. A spy of the undead. They cannot be seen with unaided eyes, and for all we know there might be hundreds within our borders by now. They've undoubtedly discovered the changes we have made in the past year, and have probably already reported back to their masters by now."
Struck by the implications of this, Link was silent as Thrall called to one of the guards to fetch the witch doctors. It wasn't long until he got a response; five white-bearded trolls strode into the den, most of them carrying long wooden staffs and wearing plain, ragged robes. Link was surprised to see a glint in their eyes that bordered on malicious, and noted that these "witch doctors" were very different than the rest of their race, and judging from the bizarre wards slung over their back, practiced a different brand of voodoo than the rest of their race as well. Thrall wasted no time in giving orders.
"The undead have sent shades to spy on us. We have no way of knowing how much they've discovered already, but we must control the damage quickly. I want your people to set sentry wards all around the border, as well as in the city to root out any shades that still remain."
"Thats be no probleem. Undead comin soon eh?"
"So we beleave Sol'Jin."
The witch doctors looked at each other, grinning nefariously. As they left, Link wondered why the horde aligned themselves with such creatures. Seeming to know what he was thinking, Thrall spoke to Link.
"They may seem vicious, but they are loyal to the horde and have aided us greatly in the past. Their wards especially are uniquely valuable. You should get some sleep; I have a feeling you are going to need it in the coming days. I will be busy tonight it seems, so you may rest here."
Then without further conversation, Thrall picked up his war hammer and strode out the door. Noting that there were no crazed voodoo chanters next door to the warchief's den, Link climbed onto the cot and was soon asleep.
Today is a sad day. According to the exceedingly well informed Ghoul King, I am not allowed to maintain this story on both the Zelda and Warcraft pages. I am very sorry to inform those who follow this story on the Zelda page that I will have to close it down in the very near future. However, do not despair; you can still read this story on the Warcraft page, where it will continue to be updated regularly.
To finish my business with Ghoul King, the only Warcraft CD in my family was recently taken off to college with my dear brother. I was left with the crappy demo. In the demo, the colors are all messed up, and so the trolls appear to be gray. That's where that discrepancy comes from. As for Ghouls not resembling Stalchildren, I think that it is a matter of opinion. I stand by my belief that Stalchildren are the closest Zelda enemy to Ghouls. As for the green dream/Emerald Dream business, I have not studied Warcraft so thoroughly that I can remember the capitalization and difference between green and Emerald. I also wrote that at 11:00pm, and was incredibly tired, so cut me some slack. As I have said, I am always pressed for time and I do not intend to bother fixing that minor spelling mistake or the gray/blue issue. I firmly believe that these minor inaccuracies do not take away from my work as a whole, and if anyone besides Ghoul King disagrees with me please post a review about it.
To the rest of you, I apologize for taking up your time. Without further ado, here is chapter 4. Oh, and please review some more! I just love reviews.
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Illidan stepped out onto the hard, rough coast of Kalimdor. Surveying his surroundings, Illidan smirked as he noticed that the raw, natural landscape had become twisted and foul, as did every landscape caressed by the scourge. All along the shore were the horrifying undead ships, laden with fresh troops and acolytes. Already these foul passengers were disembarking by the hundreds, bolstering the existing undead base. Overhead, a number of frost wyrms were circling around. These massive undead dragons were visible only as shadows darker than the night sky.
Further inland, Illidan could see what could only be a Necropolis towering over the rest of the other undead buildings, whose shapes were too indistinct to make out. Even down by the coast, the land was scarred with blight by the undead presence. It had once had a noble, rugged look. It was now raw and burned, just the way the undead liked it. Illidan himself had no taste for sightseeing, but he couldn't help but admire the Lich King's art.
As soon as he was finished observing the base, he sent his presence throughout it. He was pleased to see that the psychic powers granted to him by the Lich King allowed him to command the undead instantly and easily. Immediately all the undead turned to him and either bowed low or remained silent in respect. Illidan grinned. Command, at least, was something familiar to him.
"Return to work! Our plans must not be delayed." He shouted. With a little psychic encouragement, the undead returned to whatever they were doing before with renewed enthusiasm. Illidan now looked around for someone to brief him on the situation. "Who is in charge here?"
At this a Necromancer with a lavishly decorated staff displaying high rank hastily approached him. "I am my lord."
"What steps have you taken against the orcs?" Illidan inquired.
"We have sent out regular scouting parties, master. We now know of the all the orc's border positions and defenses. We have not yet taken any offensive action against the enemy without your bidding."
"Fool." Snarled Illidan, "The orcs have most certainly been scouting us as much as we have been scouting them. Your little search parties may have already alerted them to our presence, perhaps even led them to our base."
At this the necromancer was silent, brooding on his error. Illidan smiled grimly at the undead lieutenant.
"Tell me at least what you have managed to find out, at the expense of the element of surprise."
"The orcs appear to have withdrawn their patrols master. They have instead set up a defensive border around their territory. Lots of towers and walls; there is no way we can approach them without their knowing."
"And you've learned nothing about their actions beyond this border?"
"No master."
Illidan hissed in vexation. "I see why the Lich King is always in need of champions; without them I can hardly see how you idiots would ever win a battle. Please tell me you at least have scouts here."
The necromancer hesitated before answering. "No master, but we could easily produce some."
"Do it. Now." Illidan commanded. "I want them to slip beyond this little border of yours and find out just what the orcs are up to."
The necromancer bowed his head. "It shall be done."
"And fix this up while you're at it. The Lich King believes it might be useful." Illidan kicked the motionless body of Scourge that lay at his feet.
At this command, five necromancers sprang forward as a meat wagon lumbered forwards containing replacement limbs for the abomination. As the necromancers got to work on reviving the rotting warrior, Illidan walked up to higher ground so that he could watch his commands being carried out, as well as to brood on the Lich King's orders.
"An enemy of yours eh? A warrior clothed in green?" He muttered. "There's something you've not told me my king; he's got you scared. But why?"
Left to ponder his question, Illidan stayed there in meditation far into the night. None of his servants dared to disturb him; not even when the newly revived and enraged Scourge awoke and devoured the necromancers that had been tending him.
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Link was having trouble sleeping. He had been restless ever since he had arrived in Ogrimmar; he was still pondering Thrall's warning. Clearly the warchief thought he was in danger, but Link did not find that particularly alarming. He had found that Hyrule seemed to be a much more dangerous place for Link. Still, there was something disturbing about the way the warchief had seen right through him. Of course, his inability to sleep could also be due to the troll in the next room who was currently beating on a loud drum and screaming voodoo chants at the top of his lungs. Sighing, Link got out of bed and decided to take a walk to shake off his weariness.
As he left the plainly decorated guest house, he noted that the Ogrimmar streets were virtually empty at night. Pleased at the silence, Link began to walk towards the market to see what it would be like with no people. It was strangely calm tonight; the customary razor winds that wrecked havoc upon anything not secured to the ground had not come.
Suddenly, as he walked along, Link got a strange feeling that he was being watched. He stopped and looked around. There was nothing. Still feeling uneasy, Link continued walking until his instinct was screaming for him to stop. This time Link examined the street he was walking down carefully. There was plenty of moonlight over Ogrimmar tonight, and nearly everything was illuminated. Still Link did not see anything, but he wasn't satisfied. Link stayed still, carefully looking around him. Suddenly, he saw it; a little dust from the ground a few feet away stirred. It was hardly anything, and would have been easy to attribute to wind had the night not been so calm. Immediately Link understood and whipped out the lens of truth. Peering through the lens at the spot he had seen the dust stir, he was shocked at what he saw.
A horrible skeletal figure, all shadowed and grey, was hovering above the ground, staring right at him. An invisible, gray mist hung about it, and its abdomen trailed off into a wispy tail that seemed to be made of smoke. Hearing Link gasp, the creature must have realized that it had been discovered. It quickly spun around and began to flee faster than Link ever thought something that looked like it was made of smoke could.
Link did not know what the thing was, but he was certain that it was not friendly. Determined not to let the creature get away, he chased after it as fast as he could, holding the lens of truth in front of his eyes all the way. The creature, whatever it was, sped away even faster. A fatal mistake. Link could now tell where the creature was from the dust it stirred as it passed. No longer having to hold the lens of truth, he took out his bow and arrow. Still running, he notched an arrow to the bow, carefully watching the creature's movements. As they turned down a narrow, long alley, Link realized to his dismay that the creature was slowly outrunning him. Knowing that he would have just one shot before the creature could escape, Link stopped and bent the bow backwards. Taking careful aim at the air above the moving dust, Link released the bow with a twang.
The arrow sped through the air, and piercing the unseen target, fell to the ground along with its victim. As Link walked towards the creature for further examination, he heard a great sigh coming from seemingly nowhere and looked on amazed as the invisible corpse evaporated into what seemed to be a smoky skull. It lingered there for a moment, then dissipated into the night air.
Link shivered. The encounter with this unseen foe still had him tense. Blood throbbed in his pointed ears as he determinedly calmed himself down. Whatever the creature was, Thrall would have to know about it. Noticing that the last vestiges of sleep had fallen from his shoulders, Link turned back and headed towards the warchief's den. He just hoped that Thrall wasn't a heavy sleeper.
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"Are you sure you did the right thing by bringing him into this world?"
"I am positive. He will make a difference, of that there is no doubt."
"But what kind of a difference? Your actions may have consequences none of us can foresee. It is dangerous to involve otherworldly elements in our affairs, and you know what he brought with him into this world."
"He himself is a force for good, and I believe will use what came with him against the Lich King. If however, it harms this world, then the burden of guilt is upon my head."
"Very well, though I did voice my concerns."
"Indeed, Malygos. But that is not the real reason you've called this meeting."
"Perceptive as always Ysera. It is the Lich King concerns me."
"Doesn't he concern us all?"
"Yes, but it is his great audacity that I am most concerned with right now. You are aware, of course, what he has done to the Great Dragonblight?"
Ysera was silent. The two aspects had met in the Emerald Dream, the only place they could be sure the agents of the Lich King were not listening in. They were both in human form, Ysera in her customary appearance and Malygos as a blue-cloaked mage. Ysera did, as a matter of fact, know what the Lich King was doing to the Great Dragonblight, though it took her a while to answer. When she did, it was in the form of two words.
"Frost wyrms."
"Yes! Our kindred who have flown to the frozen north, expecting to finally have peace after their long and tiresome lives, are now instead being raised as slaves to serve the Lich King. It is an outrage that we have this go on for so long! We have been idol for too long. The burning legion has come and gone. The scourge has materialized and swept over the world. And all this time we have done nothing."
"I understand your concern Malygos, but is the task left only to us?"
At this Malygos snorted. "Nozdormu is busy 'collecting' time as always. He'll not budge from his task. It took a lot of convincing to even get him to move against Deathwing. And Alexstrasza is taking a well-deserved rest; I would not disturb her. Besides, two dragonflights should be enough to earn our race's peace."
Ysera was silent. Finally she sighed and her eyes slowly opened, revealing two deep wells of wisdom. Light shone through her green eyes, yet they had a depth more impressive and dark than the deepest ocean. The dreamer looked at Malygos for a while before replying.
"Very well Malygos. But let us not forget that Deathwing is out there somewhere. He is waiting for us to be caught unawares, and so that is exactly what we must avoid. Let us have patience and strike at northrend only when it would serve us best."
"My patience wanes Ysera, but I will wait still longer. And let us hope that your bringing that elf and.the thing into this world will not prove to be your greatest folly."
"I shall Malygos. I shall."
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As it turned out, Thrall wasn't a heavy sleeper, though the guard was reluctant to let Link in to see him. In fact, this guard, who was every bit as suspicious as the last, would have tried to arrest Link had the warchief not come out to see what the fuss was about. Link wasted no time in describing what he had encountered in the marketplace. As soon as Link finished his description of how the creature had died, Thrall snarled.
"What a fool I have been! I should have predicted this. For all we know it could be too late now." Thrall turned to Link, who did not quite comprehend the warchief's words. "That was a shade, Link. A spy of the undead. They cannot be seen with unaided eyes, and for all we know there might be hundreds within our borders by now. They've undoubtedly discovered the changes we have made in the past year, and have probably already reported back to their masters by now."
Struck by the implications of this, Link was silent as Thrall called to one of the guards to fetch the witch doctors. It wasn't long until he got a response; five white-bearded trolls strode into the den, most of them carrying long wooden staffs and wearing plain, ragged robes. Link was surprised to see a glint in their eyes that bordered on malicious, and noted that these "witch doctors" were very different than the rest of their race, and judging from the bizarre wards slung over their back, practiced a different brand of voodoo than the rest of their race as well. Thrall wasted no time in giving orders.
"The undead have sent shades to spy on us. We have no way of knowing how much they've discovered already, but we must control the damage quickly. I want your people to set sentry wards all around the border, as well as in the city to root out any shades that still remain."
"Thats be no probleem. Undead comin soon eh?"
"So we beleave Sol'Jin."
The witch doctors looked at each other, grinning nefariously. As they left, Link wondered why the horde aligned themselves with such creatures. Seeming to know what he was thinking, Thrall spoke to Link.
"They may seem vicious, but they are loyal to the horde and have aided us greatly in the past. Their wards especially are uniquely valuable. You should get some sleep; I have a feeling you are going to need it in the coming days. I will be busy tonight it seems, so you may rest here."
Then without further conversation, Thrall picked up his war hammer and strode out the door. Noting that there were no crazed voodoo chanters next door to the warchief's den, Link climbed onto the cot and was soon asleep.