Chapter 2
Decisions I don't own warcraft frozen throne or any of the characters except mine.
"Can we please get on with this?" said Langers Longbeard the dwarven riflemen commander. "Yes we may," said Jaina. "Now first order of business is to discus the current state of our economy." "Nicholas, when ever you are ready." An old man with a long white beard baring a wizard's staff, stood up and began to read what he had on his parchment. "As you can all tell by these recent...." "Blah Blah Blah" Jack said. He never really cared that much about the economy as long as it didn't affect the military. He had has own speech that he was ready to give. "And that is the current state of our economy." He finish, "At last" Jack said to himself under his breath. "Miss Proudmoore I have something to say" Jack said. "Yes go on". "As we all know the Burning Legion was destroyed almost a year ago." "But the undead scourge is still a foe that must be dealt with as soon as possible as to not become to powerful." "Bah, it is to late for that." Said Andrew Nightrider captain of the knights. Ignoring the knight's comment he continued. "There is a blade that is said to be stronger then that of any blade crafted on this earth." "As we all know Arthas bares the rune blade Frostmourn." "I believe that with this blade we can stop Arthas and, maybe, retake Lordaeron from the scourge.
"Ha you talk of nonsense fool there is no such blade." Yelled Nicholas, "This blade is only a myth a legend not to be based on anything at all." "How many men do you think to take on this expedition?" Said the general in charge of the military forces on Theramore. "At least 1/5 of the army" Jack said weakly. "You fool I well not risk that many soldiers on one boy's crazy dream." He said back. "It's not crazy, the night elves spoke of it and know its location." "Then why don't the elves go get it themselves and use it?" "Well because they have tried it and none of them came back alive." "There you see there is no point in risking our soldiers for this suicide quest." "Fine if you well not help me I well find others that will." "And who exactly is going to help you?" "The bandits on the outskirts of the city of course." With that Jack left the entire group at the table without a word. "They will see this isn't just some stupid dream its real and I well come back and show them." He said under his breath. As he left the hall he began to think of where he would get the money for all of those mercenaries. "Damn it where am I going to get the money for all this?"
Decisions I don't own warcraft frozen throne or any of the characters except mine.
"Can we please get on with this?" said Langers Longbeard the dwarven riflemen commander. "Yes we may," said Jaina. "Now first order of business is to discus the current state of our economy." "Nicholas, when ever you are ready." An old man with a long white beard baring a wizard's staff, stood up and began to read what he had on his parchment. "As you can all tell by these recent...." "Blah Blah Blah" Jack said. He never really cared that much about the economy as long as it didn't affect the military. He had has own speech that he was ready to give. "And that is the current state of our economy." He finish, "At last" Jack said to himself under his breath. "Miss Proudmoore I have something to say" Jack said. "Yes go on". "As we all know the Burning Legion was destroyed almost a year ago." "But the undead scourge is still a foe that must be dealt with as soon as possible as to not become to powerful." "Bah, it is to late for that." Said Andrew Nightrider captain of the knights. Ignoring the knight's comment he continued. "There is a blade that is said to be stronger then that of any blade crafted on this earth." "As we all know Arthas bares the rune blade Frostmourn." "I believe that with this blade we can stop Arthas and, maybe, retake Lordaeron from the scourge.
"Ha you talk of nonsense fool there is no such blade." Yelled Nicholas, "This blade is only a myth a legend not to be based on anything at all." "How many men do you think to take on this expedition?" Said the general in charge of the military forces on Theramore. "At least 1/5 of the army" Jack said weakly. "You fool I well not risk that many soldiers on one boy's crazy dream." He said back. "It's not crazy, the night elves spoke of it and know its location." "Then why don't the elves go get it themselves and use it?" "Well because they have tried it and none of them came back alive." "There you see there is no point in risking our soldiers for this suicide quest." "Fine if you well not help me I well find others that will." "And who exactly is going to help you?" "The bandits on the outskirts of the city of course." With that Jack left the entire group at the table without a word. "They will see this isn't just some stupid dream its real and I well come back and show them." He said under his breath. As he left the hall he began to think of where he would get the money for all of those mercenaries. "Damn it where am I going to get the money for all this?"