Disclaimer: same as last. Some info gotten from warcraft d20 book.
Sorry last chapter was so short Warp da warp liger, Ner'zhul shows up in this chapter to ease your suffering.
Coke, chocolate, and popcorn heed my call. ____-----_____-----_____-_-_______-__--____---___- ___________________________
Kael stood on the deck of his flagship, The Windrunner, named for the fallen ranger general of Quel'thalas. A geyser of water shot up just left of the ship. "Pirates!" yelled an elven mariner. He was right. Less than 600 yards off was a trio of ships, unmistakably goblin in design.
"Damn it! How the hell did they get so close without being noticed? Men to your stations! Prepare to return fire!" Kael yelled.
"My lord" the ship's captain said, "that was just a range finding shot. They won't miss this time."
Kael shouted an arcane phrase, and a pillar of fire tore apart the trailing pirate ship. "I am out of spells. I used all of them speeding the fleet." A pair of ballistae bolts expertly disabled the leading ship's bow chaser and impaled several goblins. Another elven ship, The Memory, came up and exchanged broadsides with the second pirate. A volley of cannon balls slammed into the Windrunner's mast and almost toppled it. A full broadside answered, punching several large holes below the waterline. The goblin ship began to sink rapidly. Archers from the two elven ships picked off goblin crewmen on the remaining ship with ease. The pirates returned fire with various firearms until 19 enchanted ballistae shots slammed into the ship. Splinters rained down on the elves, injuring a fair number.
"Captain, report."
"11 dead, forty-nine wounded twenty-one of those severely."
"How long to treat the wounded?"
"Four days, if we continue sailing without encountering any hostile ships."
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The fleet continued for several days without encountering anything. After a week of sailing, they found a chain of islands scattered with abandon troll villages. Maps which they had stolen from the goblins showed these were the echo islands, and that sea was patrolled by orcish ships. They ran the gauntlet without any encounters, but just barely. A
large island loomed on the horizon. Theramore. ___---_______------___________________________________---------------------- ---------
"Take ten with you. The rest stay on the ship" Said a human shore guard "leave your weapons here."
The fortress of Theramore more was an attempt to recapture the former glory of Lordaeron. Graceful spires leapt into the sky, palatial housing lined the avenues, and it had a bustling market place filled with all sorts of races. The council house was beautifully constructed building, large enough to house the senate chamber, and rooms where leaders could meet in private. "Lady Proudmoore will see you now" an attendant told Kael.
Kael stepped into the audience lounge, and spotted the beautiful human sorceress sitting in a large chair across the room. She was dressed in the garb of a wandering wizard. Jaina had never liked the fancy dresses most women of her station preferred. "Kael? I heard you we killed when Quel'thalas was destroyed."
"I heard your expedition was destroyed crossing the Maelstrom. It's good to see you again Jaina."
"What happened in Lordaeron?"
"Arthas began a campaign of genocide of the remaining inhabitants. Grand Marshal Garithos leads the war to stop. Alliance forces retook Dalaran and waged a hopeless war against the scourge. Garithos has an extreme prejudice bent towards non-humans, and had sentenced me and my brethren to death when we allied with the naga to fight the scourge. Lady Vashj, the naga leader aided us in escaping to outland, the burnt ruins of the orc home world, Draenor. We joined forces with Illidan Stormrage , a night elf turned demon, to take control of Outland. Just as we conquered the Black Citadel the demon lord, Kil'jaeden arrived and ordered Illidan to kill Ner'zhul. Illidan's army sailed to Northrend to do this, only to be stopped by the undead scourge and Arthas. The death knight succeded in killing Illidan and merged with the Lich King and took control of the Frozen Throne. The Naga detained the undead and demanded that we leave to survive. My only idea to keep us alive was to sail to Kalimdor. A wood elf named Krylos Woodstrider pointed us toward Theramoore because he would not tolerate wizards in Ashenvale."
"So you came here seeking the remnats of the Alliance?"
"The Alliance and you." ---------------- ___________--------- =============++
Kar Stoneax cursed in dwarvish as he spotted the large fast moving blot in the sky. "Harpies!" he shouted to the dwarves of Bael Modan.
There was a scramble of diggers from the titan excavation site towards the weapon rack. Rifles and ammunition was distributed among the dwarves. A row of warriors with long rifles lined up on the outer wall of the fortress. A harpy spear impaled one dwarf before the winged hag was shot from the sky. Hundreds of harpies swooped down on the dwarven stronghold. A particularly large one dived towards Kar. He whipped out a pistol and blew its head off. Seizing a fallen dwarf's rifle he began taking shots.
In the end, the harpies were easily repelled. Seventeen dwarves were dead, and eight wounded. Less than an hour later a caravan of dwarven traders came through the gates. "You boys got big problem. Undead are constructing a base and mustering forces. In less than a day you'll be attacked" their leader told Thorgas Bronzebeard, who was the King of Ironforge's nephew.
"Where are you headed?"
"Stayin' here."
A dwarf lookout came running in. "A column of ghouls, maybe four thousand strong, with eight hundred crypt fiend and fifty-five gargoyles are less than two hours away."
"No frost wyrms, abominations, or necromancers?"
"They got none of any of those."
"This is just a force to test our defenses." Thorgas said. "Put fifty riflemen to cover the wall atop the gate with some mortar crews. Get the gyrocopters and gryphon riders airborne. Put some snipers along the inner wall."
A huge storm brewed up, an incredibly rare phenomenon in the dry wastelands of the barrens. The undead took their time forming up to attack, so it was nearly pitch black when the assault began. Gargoyles carried ghouls over the wall and dropped them behind the garrison. Kar and 100 odd soldiers spent the early half of the battle dashing back and forth hacking up undead soldiers.
As the undead forces dwindled, more began to pull back. The dwarves had lost only fifty soldiers, compared to the two thousand undead, and all of the gargoyles. Thorgas sent a scout to see how many troops the undead had left. He came up with 12 thousand ghouls, 500 abominations, and 800 crypt fiends.
"We'll need more troops to hold, but not much more. The question is how are we gonna get em up the mountain?"
"Goblins maybe. We could hire a few of their zepplins."
Over the next week frantic preparations were made for the coming siege. One thousand more dwarves arrived, swelling the garrison to slightly over 5,000 men.
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Krylos Woodstrider silently cursed as a dozen furbolgs ran towards the he and the fifty blood elves. They were all warriors and took the initiative to launch a swarm of arrows. Five furbolgs dropped but the rest kept right on rolling. Krylos and several others pulled swords and met the bear men head on while archers kept pounding. Krylos slashed open a furred throat to be sprayed with black blood. "Corruption" the wood elf muttered. The furbolgs were easily defeated and only one elf was killed, but Krylos was deeply disturbed. All the feral furbolgs from felwood were killed during the legion's invasion. What caused this?
Krylos left the blood elves with a dusk elf sentinel they encountered a few minutes later. The dusk elf gave him a fresh quiver of arrows before Krylos set out for the area of corruption know as Felwood.
What he encountered there was not good. Hiding in the upper boughs of a dead tree he listened to a human and an orc talking. Both had glowing red eyes. "The rest of the Shadow Council will want to know how we are coming along. It won't be long before we get the Titan spellblade at Nordrassil's roots" the orc said. Shadow Council? Orgim Doomhammer disbanded that.
The wood elf dropped from the tree while shooting his longbow at the orc. What should have sunk in deeply barely broke the skin of the orc's torso. "Go" the orc said, "I can handle this annoyance." The human ran off, leaving the elf and the orc facing off with draw weapons. Krylos charged. A sizzling bolt of energy shot from the tip of the orc's battleaxe and struck the elf and knocked him back into a tree. The last thing he saw before the world faded into blackness was the orc laugh, and then leave. ________________________________________________________________________
Far off, on Icecrown ,one dark soul plotted, and waited for the time, when the world was weakest. If he grew too powerful, a dragonflight would muster against him. That must not happen. There was also the matter of the Forsaken, and what was left of the scourge in Lodaeron. He would wait, and he would watch. For the Lich King's reign of death, was soon to come. ________________________________________________________________________
hiya people. Will the dwarves survive another attack? Is Krylos still alive? Will I ever shut up? I can answer the last one: no. Reviewers Jackal: that you for your support. You are the third person ever to review one fics *sniffle* Warp da Warp Liger: copy paste above
Sorry last chapter was so short Warp da warp liger, Ner'zhul shows up in this chapter to ease your suffering.
Coke, chocolate, and popcorn heed my call. ____-----_____-----_____-_-_______-__--____---___- ___________________________
Kael stood on the deck of his flagship, The Windrunner, named for the fallen ranger general of Quel'thalas. A geyser of water shot up just left of the ship. "Pirates!" yelled an elven mariner. He was right. Less than 600 yards off was a trio of ships, unmistakably goblin in design.
"Damn it! How the hell did they get so close without being noticed? Men to your stations! Prepare to return fire!" Kael yelled.
"My lord" the ship's captain said, "that was just a range finding shot. They won't miss this time."
Kael shouted an arcane phrase, and a pillar of fire tore apart the trailing pirate ship. "I am out of spells. I used all of them speeding the fleet." A pair of ballistae bolts expertly disabled the leading ship's bow chaser and impaled several goblins. Another elven ship, The Memory, came up and exchanged broadsides with the second pirate. A volley of cannon balls slammed into the Windrunner's mast and almost toppled it. A full broadside answered, punching several large holes below the waterline. The goblin ship began to sink rapidly. Archers from the two elven ships picked off goblin crewmen on the remaining ship with ease. The pirates returned fire with various firearms until 19 enchanted ballistae shots slammed into the ship. Splinters rained down on the elves, injuring a fair number.
"Captain, report."
"11 dead, forty-nine wounded twenty-one of those severely."
"How long to treat the wounded?"
"Four days, if we continue sailing without encountering any hostile ships."
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The fleet continued for several days without encountering anything. After a week of sailing, they found a chain of islands scattered with abandon troll villages. Maps which they had stolen from the goblins showed these were the echo islands, and that sea was patrolled by orcish ships. They ran the gauntlet without any encounters, but just barely. A
large island loomed on the horizon. Theramore. ___---_______------___________________________________---------------------- ---------
"Take ten with you. The rest stay on the ship" Said a human shore guard "leave your weapons here."
The fortress of Theramore more was an attempt to recapture the former glory of Lordaeron. Graceful spires leapt into the sky, palatial housing lined the avenues, and it had a bustling market place filled with all sorts of races. The council house was beautifully constructed building, large enough to house the senate chamber, and rooms where leaders could meet in private. "Lady Proudmoore will see you now" an attendant told Kael.
Kael stepped into the audience lounge, and spotted the beautiful human sorceress sitting in a large chair across the room. She was dressed in the garb of a wandering wizard. Jaina had never liked the fancy dresses most women of her station preferred. "Kael? I heard you we killed when Quel'thalas was destroyed."
"I heard your expedition was destroyed crossing the Maelstrom. It's good to see you again Jaina."
"What happened in Lordaeron?"
"Arthas began a campaign of genocide of the remaining inhabitants. Grand Marshal Garithos leads the war to stop. Alliance forces retook Dalaran and waged a hopeless war against the scourge. Garithos has an extreme prejudice bent towards non-humans, and had sentenced me and my brethren to death when we allied with the naga to fight the scourge. Lady Vashj, the naga leader aided us in escaping to outland, the burnt ruins of the orc home world, Draenor. We joined forces with Illidan Stormrage , a night elf turned demon, to take control of Outland. Just as we conquered the Black Citadel the demon lord, Kil'jaeden arrived and ordered Illidan to kill Ner'zhul. Illidan's army sailed to Northrend to do this, only to be stopped by the undead scourge and Arthas. The death knight succeded in killing Illidan and merged with the Lich King and took control of the Frozen Throne. The Naga detained the undead and demanded that we leave to survive. My only idea to keep us alive was to sail to Kalimdor. A wood elf named Krylos Woodstrider pointed us toward Theramoore because he would not tolerate wizards in Ashenvale."
"So you came here seeking the remnats of the Alliance?"
"The Alliance and you." ---------------- ___________--------- =============++
Kar Stoneax cursed in dwarvish as he spotted the large fast moving blot in the sky. "Harpies!" he shouted to the dwarves of Bael Modan.
There was a scramble of diggers from the titan excavation site towards the weapon rack. Rifles and ammunition was distributed among the dwarves. A row of warriors with long rifles lined up on the outer wall of the fortress. A harpy spear impaled one dwarf before the winged hag was shot from the sky. Hundreds of harpies swooped down on the dwarven stronghold. A particularly large one dived towards Kar. He whipped out a pistol and blew its head off. Seizing a fallen dwarf's rifle he began taking shots.
In the end, the harpies were easily repelled. Seventeen dwarves were dead, and eight wounded. Less than an hour later a caravan of dwarven traders came through the gates. "You boys got big problem. Undead are constructing a base and mustering forces. In less than a day you'll be attacked" their leader told Thorgas Bronzebeard, who was the King of Ironforge's nephew.
"Where are you headed?"
"Stayin' here."
A dwarf lookout came running in. "A column of ghouls, maybe four thousand strong, with eight hundred crypt fiend and fifty-five gargoyles are less than two hours away."
"No frost wyrms, abominations, or necromancers?"
"They got none of any of those."
"This is just a force to test our defenses." Thorgas said. "Put fifty riflemen to cover the wall atop the gate with some mortar crews. Get the gyrocopters and gryphon riders airborne. Put some snipers along the inner wall."
A huge storm brewed up, an incredibly rare phenomenon in the dry wastelands of the barrens. The undead took their time forming up to attack, so it was nearly pitch black when the assault began. Gargoyles carried ghouls over the wall and dropped them behind the garrison. Kar and 100 odd soldiers spent the early half of the battle dashing back and forth hacking up undead soldiers.
As the undead forces dwindled, more began to pull back. The dwarves had lost only fifty soldiers, compared to the two thousand undead, and all of the gargoyles. Thorgas sent a scout to see how many troops the undead had left. He came up with 12 thousand ghouls, 500 abominations, and 800 crypt fiends.
"We'll need more troops to hold, but not much more. The question is how are we gonna get em up the mountain?"
"Goblins maybe. We could hire a few of their zepplins."
Over the next week frantic preparations were made for the coming siege. One thousand more dwarves arrived, swelling the garrison to slightly over 5,000 men.
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Krylos Woodstrider silently cursed as a dozen furbolgs ran towards the he and the fifty blood elves. They were all warriors and took the initiative to launch a swarm of arrows. Five furbolgs dropped but the rest kept right on rolling. Krylos and several others pulled swords and met the bear men head on while archers kept pounding. Krylos slashed open a furred throat to be sprayed with black blood. "Corruption" the wood elf muttered. The furbolgs were easily defeated and only one elf was killed, but Krylos was deeply disturbed. All the feral furbolgs from felwood were killed during the legion's invasion. What caused this?
Krylos left the blood elves with a dusk elf sentinel they encountered a few minutes later. The dusk elf gave him a fresh quiver of arrows before Krylos set out for the area of corruption know as Felwood.
What he encountered there was not good. Hiding in the upper boughs of a dead tree he listened to a human and an orc talking. Both had glowing red eyes. "The rest of the Shadow Council will want to know how we are coming along. It won't be long before we get the Titan spellblade at Nordrassil's roots" the orc said. Shadow Council? Orgim Doomhammer disbanded that.
The wood elf dropped from the tree while shooting his longbow at the orc. What should have sunk in deeply barely broke the skin of the orc's torso. "Go" the orc said, "I can handle this annoyance." The human ran off, leaving the elf and the orc facing off with draw weapons. Krylos charged. A sizzling bolt of energy shot from the tip of the orc's battleaxe and struck the elf and knocked him back into a tree. The last thing he saw before the world faded into blackness was the orc laugh, and then leave. ________________________________________________________________________
Far off, on Icecrown ,one dark soul plotted, and waited for the time, when the world was weakest. If he grew too powerful, a dragonflight would muster against him. That must not happen. There was also the matter of the Forsaken, and what was left of the scourge in Lodaeron. He would wait, and he would watch. For the Lich King's reign of death, was soon to come. ________________________________________________________________________
hiya people. Will the dwarves survive another attack? Is Krylos still alive? Will I ever shut up? I can answer the last one: no. Reviewers Jackal: that you for your support. You are the third person ever to review one fics *sniffle* Warp da Warp Liger: copy paste above