This chapter is going to be short. End of semester exams.
Krylos awoke, groaning. It took a few moments for a clear thought to enter his head. Suddenly he remembered what the orc had said about a spellblade at the World Tree's roots. The opposite of a runeblade, a spellblade was an incredibly powerful magic weapon, usually a great sword. The wood elf took a quick inventory of his weapons. He had his long knives, his longbow, and four intact arrows. His sword was broken. He set off running as fast as he could to Mt. Hyjal.
The Shadow Council was clearly expecting him. Several orcs and humans, all with the glowing red eyes of the two he had seen earlier waited along the path. He defeated them with only a few wounds, none major. By the time he the base of Hyjal he had one arrow and one long knife. Not much to fight an orc of super strength, he thought, but it will work. It has to.
The orc was preparing to pull the blade from the flame encircled pedestal when Krylos ran into the root-cave with his last arrow nocked. The shadow councilor had a pair of guards with him, barring the elf's way. The orc read the inscription of the pedestal aloud. "This blade burns darkness, as a warrior fells death. Who ever would draw this blade shall inherit that power and burden." "In a moment it will burn light, not darkness. It has the power to summon the legion once again to consume this world."
"Over my dead body!"
"We can arrange that."
Krylos bent his bow back so far that the wood started snapping. His final arrow pierce the dark orc's chest and came out the other side. On an impulse he charged forth, shoving his knife into one guard's throat and pushing aside the other. Lunging past the wounded councilor he seized the spellblade from the stone pedestal. The orc leader pulled the arrow from his stomach, and laughed.
"Have you the will, the skill, the power to wield such a weapon? There are few who do" he said.
Krylos swung the great sword in wide arc slicing off the orc's head. Only a charred neck stump remained. The last guard fled.
The elf was pulling his knife the guard's corpse when a voice sounded inside his head. Well done, young Krylos. You are truly skilled.
"Who are you?!"
I am a titan. The sword you carry is a conduit to Azeroth. My name is Maest'hir, and the sword is Liy'tek (A/n Pronunced lee tek). It was forged to counter the powers of blades such as Frostmourne. It is the only weapon in Azeroth that can slay Ner'zhul's mortal shell, aside from his own blade. By drawing Liy'tek you have sworn to fight an eventually slay the Lich King. You have a long time to do so. The wielder of this sword will not die of age. Illidan lay at the foot of Icecrown, in a death-like coma. His dying spirit heard a voice.
Arise Illidan Stormrage. Stand to do battle with the Burning Legion once again. Your world, your home still needs you. Cast off the cursed shell that houses your spirit. Be the doom of the one who enslaved you.
Illidan awoke surrounded by trees, feeling shorter.
Ner'zhul watched Krylos from afar. "We must watch. We must wait. Impetuousness will only be our doom." He turned to a nearby death knight. "Gather my armies. We march to war!"
Yeah short, I know. Reviews:Jackal2332: Thanks. Knowing someone likes this is reassuring. Darth: I updated this partially for you. Admiral Proudmoore was the leader of the humans that were attacking the orcs in Frozen Throne. Peter Kim: Yeah. That's what the peple say. Im still pretty sure he croaked. But we may have a Illidan vs Kil'jaeden scene. Or I may kill him off right away.
Krylos awoke, groaning. It took a few moments for a clear thought to enter his head. Suddenly he remembered what the orc had said about a spellblade at the World Tree's roots. The opposite of a runeblade, a spellblade was an incredibly powerful magic weapon, usually a great sword. The wood elf took a quick inventory of his weapons. He had his long knives, his longbow, and four intact arrows. His sword was broken. He set off running as fast as he could to Mt. Hyjal.
The Shadow Council was clearly expecting him. Several orcs and humans, all with the glowing red eyes of the two he had seen earlier waited along the path. He defeated them with only a few wounds, none major. By the time he the base of Hyjal he had one arrow and one long knife. Not much to fight an orc of super strength, he thought, but it will work. It has to.
The orc was preparing to pull the blade from the flame encircled pedestal when Krylos ran into the root-cave with his last arrow nocked. The shadow councilor had a pair of guards with him, barring the elf's way. The orc read the inscription of the pedestal aloud. "This blade burns darkness, as a warrior fells death. Who ever would draw this blade shall inherit that power and burden." "In a moment it will burn light, not darkness. It has the power to summon the legion once again to consume this world."
"Over my dead body!"
"We can arrange that."
Krylos bent his bow back so far that the wood started snapping. His final arrow pierce the dark orc's chest and came out the other side. On an impulse he charged forth, shoving his knife into one guard's throat and pushing aside the other. Lunging past the wounded councilor he seized the spellblade from the stone pedestal. The orc leader pulled the arrow from his stomach, and laughed.
"Have you the will, the skill, the power to wield such a weapon? There are few who do" he said.
Krylos swung the great sword in wide arc slicing off the orc's head. Only a charred neck stump remained. The last guard fled.
The elf was pulling his knife the guard's corpse when a voice sounded inside his head. Well done, young Krylos. You are truly skilled.
"Who are you?!"
I am a titan. The sword you carry is a conduit to Azeroth. My name is Maest'hir, and the sword is Liy'tek (A/n Pronunced lee tek). It was forged to counter the powers of blades such as Frostmourne. It is the only weapon in Azeroth that can slay Ner'zhul's mortal shell, aside from his own blade. By drawing Liy'tek you have sworn to fight an eventually slay the Lich King. You have a long time to do so. The wielder of this sword will not die of age. Illidan lay at the foot of Icecrown, in a death-like coma. His dying spirit heard a voice.
Arise Illidan Stormrage. Stand to do battle with the Burning Legion once again. Your world, your home still needs you. Cast off the cursed shell that houses your spirit. Be the doom of the one who enslaved you.
Illidan awoke surrounded by trees, feeling shorter.
Ner'zhul watched Krylos from afar. "We must watch. We must wait. Impetuousness will only be our doom." He turned to a nearby death knight. "Gather my armies. We march to war!"
Yeah short, I know. Reviews:Jackal2332: Thanks. Knowing someone likes this is reassuring. Darth: I updated this partially for you. Admiral Proudmoore was the leader of the humans that were attacking the orcs in Frozen Throne. Peter Kim: Yeah. That's what the peple say. Im still pretty sure he croaked. But we may have a Illidan vs Kil'jaeden scene. Or I may kill him off right away.