Rise of the Netherguard~
The Discovery of the Heart of Azeroth ***************************************
Disclaimer: I do not own Warcraft or Blizzard. I do however exert the rights used by the W3 map editor, as the story contained here is the script used in the making of a clan map made using that construction tool. Some characters are property of the individual members of Netherguard, a WOW based Warcraft guild.
This story is a translation of an RPG being created for the Netherguard, and I figured all of you might enjoy a non-Arthas/Sylvana/Jaina/Thrall thing. The story is set in Azeroth between the FT campaign and the WOW setting, as the Forgotten are still setting up the Underground city beneath Lordaeron. A guild of warriors is gathered by a mage, and calls them the Netherguard, citing their cause to be the protection of Lordaeron against the combined Orc/Undead menace, as well as protection against the Nether (Demons).
I may continue with this, I may not; it depends on whether *you* the reviewer care to respond. Flame in anger or praise in joy, either way please respond.
Now, to lighten the mood, a tap dance and moonlight dinner ***************************************
The cave was empty save for a broken table left behind by Rogues who long ago abandoned the hideout for a better place. There wasn't much left, simply the dust on the floor and the arch carved into the wall. It was a simple carving meant to look like a doorway, meant not to draw too much attention. It was also meant to be a portal, a function it once again performed. Slowly the nether energies gathered at the focal point, and even more slowly did they spread outwards, creating a swirling vortex of violet and black energies. They crackled, releasing violet sparks of energy into the air, disrupting the dust that covered every inch of the floor. Then something stepped through.
Maduin Tritoch breathed heavily as he stepped through the portal, his stave sinking into the soft sand of the cavern floor. The dust was horrible, but it didn't bother him in the least. He raised his arms, and blue energy left his hands, filling the entire room. The dust stopped, and seemed to fall straight down onto the ground, coating Maduin's boots with a fine layer of dust. He kicked the dust off, and once again raised his hands. Bookshelves grew from the walls, filled to the brim with tomes of power and divination. The table began to shine as if it was new, and cushions covered the newly re-carved chairs. Then the others stepped through the portal.
Maduin had gathered every member of the Netherguard he could find. Although spread thinly throughout the world, they knew when they were needed, and all but a few of the newer recruits came when Maduin called. They all gathered now, and took their various places among the cave; most were already willing to depart on the quest to be set before them. Maduin raised his arms again, but this time in greeting.
"Netherguard! I welcome you to the lands of the Alsace Valley in Azeroth. It is here we shall find our true destiny."
Maduin cast a glance at his audience. He knew better then to try and impress them, but he still wanted to get his point across. He tapped his stave against the ground three times, and on the third a vision appeared in the air, a trick he learned from a Far Seer long ago. Visible was a small village that contained a town hall and a small store; but something was wrong. Boulders flew in from outside of the Vision, crashing into the town from all sides.
"In Alsace is a relic that I have heard of, it is called The Heart of Azeroth. With this gem and its mythic powers I can create a stave that will fend off any and all enemies within this land, even sealing demon portals." Maduin made a wide gesture with his stave, the vision widened out so that the others could see the small catapults that flung the rocks. The catapults were mounted into the ground and goblin size, which explained why the small boulders didn't do much damage.
"Unfortunately, someone has gotten here first and has set the local goblins into a frenzy. These goblins are normally fairly militant but bearable. Now, they attack any and all who stand between them and global domination."
"Oh, I'm so scared, little knee-high greenskin's are easier targets then the full grown Orc warriors I'm used to fighting." A voice cried out from the crowd. Several heads nodded in agreement. Maduin continued forward.
"I am sure the head of the village, who is the guardian of the gem, will not come out until the Goblin General who ordered this attack has been destroyed. What I want you to do is destroy the catapults bombarding the town and then make sure the General doesn't harm anyone else again."
"I'll volunteer." The voice came from Alexander Orcslayer, one of the Praetors of the guild. He was aggressive, and didn't like anything that had a green hide. This made him perfect for the job. Next to him stood a rather lanky Night Elf, who simply nodded his head.
"So Kamari Fleetfoot the Night Elf hunter, and Alexander Orcslayer shall try to crush the Goblins. I want everyone else to scatter across this area, we don't know where we might be needed out here in this wilderness."
Slowly the cave emptied of warriors, leaving behind Maduin Tritoch and another human; a well armored warrior.
"So Morek, what do you think of this situation?"
Morek Highblade had been in more battles then all of the other members combined, but he just shook his head.
"I don't get a good feeling about this. Where did you find the information about the Heart of Azeroth?"
"A tome left behind by a strong Warlock, Medivh was his name. He mentioned the Heart in several spells, all of them for protecting homelands or loved ones. He was very cryptic as to what it actually is, but I felt it would be a worthy objective."
"Beware Maduin, nothing great comes easily."
"I know Morek, I know."
The Discovery of the Heart of Azeroth ***************************************
Disclaimer: I do not own Warcraft or Blizzard. I do however exert the rights used by the W3 map editor, as the story contained here is the script used in the making of a clan map made using that construction tool. Some characters are property of the individual members of Netherguard, a WOW based Warcraft guild.
This story is a translation of an RPG being created for the Netherguard, and I figured all of you might enjoy a non-Arthas/Sylvana/Jaina/Thrall thing. The story is set in Azeroth between the FT campaign and the WOW setting, as the Forgotten are still setting up the Underground city beneath Lordaeron. A guild of warriors is gathered by a mage, and calls them the Netherguard, citing their cause to be the protection of Lordaeron against the combined Orc/Undead menace, as well as protection against the Nether (Demons).
I may continue with this, I may not; it depends on whether *you* the reviewer care to respond. Flame in anger or praise in joy, either way please respond.
Now, to lighten the mood, a tap dance and moonlight dinner ***************************************
The cave was empty save for a broken table left behind by Rogues who long ago abandoned the hideout for a better place. There wasn't much left, simply the dust on the floor and the arch carved into the wall. It was a simple carving meant to look like a doorway, meant not to draw too much attention. It was also meant to be a portal, a function it once again performed. Slowly the nether energies gathered at the focal point, and even more slowly did they spread outwards, creating a swirling vortex of violet and black energies. They crackled, releasing violet sparks of energy into the air, disrupting the dust that covered every inch of the floor. Then something stepped through.
Maduin Tritoch breathed heavily as he stepped through the portal, his stave sinking into the soft sand of the cavern floor. The dust was horrible, but it didn't bother him in the least. He raised his arms, and blue energy left his hands, filling the entire room. The dust stopped, and seemed to fall straight down onto the ground, coating Maduin's boots with a fine layer of dust. He kicked the dust off, and once again raised his hands. Bookshelves grew from the walls, filled to the brim with tomes of power and divination. The table began to shine as if it was new, and cushions covered the newly re-carved chairs. Then the others stepped through the portal.
Maduin had gathered every member of the Netherguard he could find. Although spread thinly throughout the world, they knew when they were needed, and all but a few of the newer recruits came when Maduin called. They all gathered now, and took their various places among the cave; most were already willing to depart on the quest to be set before them. Maduin raised his arms again, but this time in greeting.
"Netherguard! I welcome you to the lands of the Alsace Valley in Azeroth. It is here we shall find our true destiny."
Maduin cast a glance at his audience. He knew better then to try and impress them, but he still wanted to get his point across. He tapped his stave against the ground three times, and on the third a vision appeared in the air, a trick he learned from a Far Seer long ago. Visible was a small village that contained a town hall and a small store; but something was wrong. Boulders flew in from outside of the Vision, crashing into the town from all sides.
"In Alsace is a relic that I have heard of, it is called The Heart of Azeroth. With this gem and its mythic powers I can create a stave that will fend off any and all enemies within this land, even sealing demon portals." Maduin made a wide gesture with his stave, the vision widened out so that the others could see the small catapults that flung the rocks. The catapults were mounted into the ground and goblin size, which explained why the small boulders didn't do much damage.
"Unfortunately, someone has gotten here first and has set the local goblins into a frenzy. These goblins are normally fairly militant but bearable. Now, they attack any and all who stand between them and global domination."
"Oh, I'm so scared, little knee-high greenskin's are easier targets then the full grown Orc warriors I'm used to fighting." A voice cried out from the crowd. Several heads nodded in agreement. Maduin continued forward.
"I am sure the head of the village, who is the guardian of the gem, will not come out until the Goblin General who ordered this attack has been destroyed. What I want you to do is destroy the catapults bombarding the town and then make sure the General doesn't harm anyone else again."
"I'll volunteer." The voice came from Alexander Orcslayer, one of the Praetors of the guild. He was aggressive, and didn't like anything that had a green hide. This made him perfect for the job. Next to him stood a rather lanky Night Elf, who simply nodded his head.
"So Kamari Fleetfoot the Night Elf hunter, and Alexander Orcslayer shall try to crush the Goblins. I want everyone else to scatter across this area, we don't know where we might be needed out here in this wilderness."
Slowly the cave emptied of warriors, leaving behind Maduin Tritoch and another human; a well armored warrior.
"So Morek, what do you think of this situation?"
Morek Highblade had been in more battles then all of the other members combined, but he just shook his head.
"I don't get a good feeling about this. Where did you find the information about the Heart of Azeroth?"
"A tome left behind by a strong Warlock, Medivh was his name. He mentioned the Heart in several spells, all of them for protecting homelands or loved ones. He was very cryptic as to what it actually is, but I felt it would be a worthy objective."
"Beware Maduin, nothing great comes easily."
"I know Morek, I know."