I take no credit for the names commonly known to Warcraft (ex. Illidan) The story and plot are completely my own however. I hope you enjoy. Please R&R
Chapter 1-Tower Outpost
11:40 P.M. Third day of the month of the Hare (Elvish Standards)
It was a night like any other for Ramy. He, who was part of an elite group known as the Moon Guard, was sitting at his normal post, looking into, but not really seeing the pitch-black night all around him. The Moon Guard were the all powerful spell casters of the Night Elves. They were the ones who guarded the precious, and the valuable.
The only trouble with the Moon Guard being that since they were Night Elf, their powers were all but worthless in the day. The Night Elves rained supreme in the dark, their eyesight equivalent to that of a human at midday. Not only did they have better eye sight at night, but their powers were at least twenty times more powerful at night. Why this was, no one really knew, it just is.
As Ramy sat staring at nothing, wishing he was anywhere but on this giant tower he say something both amazed and surprised him. Off in the distance, almost farther than the eye could see, he saw a green beacon light up, appearing as if from nowhere.
This light immediately registered two facts in Ramy's mind. One being that the rumors were true. The other that they were coming.
The rumors were terrible things, even more so now that they were just proved to be true. The first rumor was that a group of Night Elves led by the infamous Illidan had joined the burning Legion (Also known as the Undead). These Night Elves were said to have been given immense power from the newly resurrected Sargeras.
The other rumor was that this new unholy alliance was coming, with the intent to crush all in their path. This is the only reason that the beacons would be lit. The purpose of the beacons being to warn the queen of the Night Elves of the danger (The Night Elves were extremely feministic to the point of the woman holding almost all of the positions of power, and, equally positions in the army). The beacons stretched for hundreds of miles to accomplish this one goal.
As Ramy was remembering all of this, suddenly, the true horror of the situation took hold of him. The Burning Legion. The thousands upon thousands of Undead Corpses. It was nearly impossible to stop their relentless charge, because they could resurrect the very corpses that had just died, to join their endless ranks once more. It happened more than once where a famed hero happened to go face to face with a friend or family member, and being unable to kill their former loved ones, they themselves has been killed.
As if this wasn't enough, there was still the fact that their mere presence could send even the bravest scurrying for protection. They had twisted, demented bodies, often missing one or more missing limbs. And this was just the main body of the enemy. The leader of these monsters was a ...something... named Sargeras. No one was quite sure what or who Sargeras was, although many believed him to be a god of sorts. Sargeras was, at one time, sealed deep beneath the ocean in a tomb, and thought to be dead. That is, until Illidan resurrected him back.
Illidan was an entirely different matter. He was once upon a time a Night Elf, and a power full one at that. Until he became power lustful, and didn't care what he had to do to achieve it... even if it meant kill his twin brother Malfurion. He was the one who brought back the Naga, fearsome reptilian creatures.
Suddenly, Ramy jerked back into action, not wanting to waste any more precious time. He got up from the stone ledge he was sitting on, and after a quick stretch to help relieve his cramped muscles, he hurried towards what he had to do.
In the very center of the roof of the tower was the giant crystal that would act as the beacon; it was to this that he hurried to. The crystal, which was about ten feet high and four feet wide, sat on a stone mini-tower about eleven feet high. Half way down this mini-tower was a glass orb, about the size of a head. As Ramy approached this orb, he saw something stir from within, almost sensing his presence. From within the orb swirled what appeared to be clouds, gray, and formless.
When Ramy had reached this crystal, he placed both of his hands palm down on top of the crystal. As he focused his magic on the object now in his hands, a blue aurora seemed to envelop him, all the way down to his fingers, but not the orb itself.
His magic stirred from within the orb magic that had laid dormant for months, possibly even years. This now active magic powered the crystal, causing it to glow bright green. This magic was so powerful, that if Ramy had looked directly into the crystal from this distance, he would have been blinded by the light.
As Ramy stepped back from the crystal, his job now completed, he thought only one thing. It has begun.
Chapter 1-Tower Outpost
11:40 P.M. Third day of the month of the Hare (Elvish Standards)
It was a night like any other for Ramy. He, who was part of an elite group known as the Moon Guard, was sitting at his normal post, looking into, but not really seeing the pitch-black night all around him. The Moon Guard were the all powerful spell casters of the Night Elves. They were the ones who guarded the precious, and the valuable.
The only trouble with the Moon Guard being that since they were Night Elf, their powers were all but worthless in the day. The Night Elves rained supreme in the dark, their eyesight equivalent to that of a human at midday. Not only did they have better eye sight at night, but their powers were at least twenty times more powerful at night. Why this was, no one really knew, it just is.
As Ramy sat staring at nothing, wishing he was anywhere but on this giant tower he say something both amazed and surprised him. Off in the distance, almost farther than the eye could see, he saw a green beacon light up, appearing as if from nowhere.
This light immediately registered two facts in Ramy's mind. One being that the rumors were true. The other that they were coming.
The rumors were terrible things, even more so now that they were just proved to be true. The first rumor was that a group of Night Elves led by the infamous Illidan had joined the burning Legion (Also known as the Undead). These Night Elves were said to have been given immense power from the newly resurrected Sargeras.
The other rumor was that this new unholy alliance was coming, with the intent to crush all in their path. This is the only reason that the beacons would be lit. The purpose of the beacons being to warn the queen of the Night Elves of the danger (The Night Elves were extremely feministic to the point of the woman holding almost all of the positions of power, and, equally positions in the army). The beacons stretched for hundreds of miles to accomplish this one goal.
As Ramy was remembering all of this, suddenly, the true horror of the situation took hold of him. The Burning Legion. The thousands upon thousands of Undead Corpses. It was nearly impossible to stop their relentless charge, because they could resurrect the very corpses that had just died, to join their endless ranks once more. It happened more than once where a famed hero happened to go face to face with a friend or family member, and being unable to kill their former loved ones, they themselves has been killed.
As if this wasn't enough, there was still the fact that their mere presence could send even the bravest scurrying for protection. They had twisted, demented bodies, often missing one or more missing limbs. And this was just the main body of the enemy. The leader of these monsters was a ...something... named Sargeras. No one was quite sure what or who Sargeras was, although many believed him to be a god of sorts. Sargeras was, at one time, sealed deep beneath the ocean in a tomb, and thought to be dead. That is, until Illidan resurrected him back.
Illidan was an entirely different matter. He was once upon a time a Night Elf, and a power full one at that. Until he became power lustful, and didn't care what he had to do to achieve it... even if it meant kill his twin brother Malfurion. He was the one who brought back the Naga, fearsome reptilian creatures.
Suddenly, Ramy jerked back into action, not wanting to waste any more precious time. He got up from the stone ledge he was sitting on, and after a quick stretch to help relieve his cramped muscles, he hurried towards what he had to do.
In the very center of the roof of the tower was the giant crystal that would act as the beacon; it was to this that he hurried to. The crystal, which was about ten feet high and four feet wide, sat on a stone mini-tower about eleven feet high. Half way down this mini-tower was a glass orb, about the size of a head. As Ramy approached this orb, he saw something stir from within, almost sensing his presence. From within the orb swirled what appeared to be clouds, gray, and formless.
When Ramy had reached this crystal, he placed both of his hands palm down on top of the crystal. As he focused his magic on the object now in his hands, a blue aurora seemed to envelop him, all the way down to his fingers, but not the orb itself.
His magic stirred from within the orb magic that had laid dormant for months, possibly even years. This now active magic powered the crystal, causing it to glow bright green. This magic was so powerful, that if Ramy had looked directly into the crystal from this distance, he would have been blinded by the light.
As Ramy stepped back from the crystal, his job now completed, he thought only one thing. It has begun.