Hah! Chapter 2 is up! Nothing I can really say about it besides the fact
that all the characters belong to Blizzard.sOOOOO R&R please!
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Firebrand awoke and opened her eyes. She found herself lying on a soft bed in a shack, somebody was dabbing at her wound with a wet cloth. She felt a sudden stinging from her arm and quickly sat up. The person who was tending to her was a young female human. She had blond-coloured, shoulder-length hair. She wore a hooded, purple cloak with a rune on the back. Firebrand presumed that the staff leaning on the nearby wall was the girl's.
"Are you feeling okay?" the girl asked. Her voice had a gentle tone to it.
"Agh.I think so." the elf replied weakly.
"That's good." She introduced herself, "My name is Jaina Proudmoore, leader of the survivors of Lordaeron. Tyrande, Sylvos and I managed to get you out of that battle before you would have been killed."
"My name is Firebrand, and I thank you." Firebrand answered. "But may I ask, what were those things that attacked me?" she asked.
"They are undead, unfortunately, they have been attacking us mainly in Kalimdor. The large beetle that you killed is a Crypt Lord, the spiders are Crypt Fiends, and the small ones that crawled are Ghouls. Those are just some of the creatures that have sided with the undead."
"' Tyrande' and ' Sylvos' are elven names, so you have allied with elves?"
"Yes, and we have also sided with the orcs and trolls. Maybe you will meet them after you rest. You are still too weak to do much since the poison had traveled through your body pretty quickly. Go to sleep and recover your strength, I can already tell by your voice, that you are tired." Jaina then left the room.
Firebrand lay back down on the bed. Her elven ears picked up a conversation.
"What makes you think that?" a male voice asked somebody.
A female voice replied, "She has to be, Furion! Her tattoos, the white streak in her hair!"
Firebrand fingered the top of her head, remembering that she had white streaks in her hair that became one when she tied up her hair.
"What about Flameseeker?"
"He doesn't have the streak and his resemblance is more of the warden's than your brother!"
Firebrand could now hear Jaina's voice, "She has awakened, but she is still in a weak state. She's very young, though."
She could hear paced footsteps towards her room. Two night elves approached her, one was a male and the other a female. The male night elf wore a robe made of the fur of an animal and carried a gnarled staff with a green jewel on the top. The female night elf wore armour that resembled Lady Vashj's description of ceremonial plates. They protected her shoulders and legs but nothing else. She also had earrings that looked like small stars. Firebrand concluded that she was a Priestess of the Moon.
"Elune adorei" Firebrand barely managed to say.
They smiled at her, mainly the priestess. She said to her, "Surely, Elune has blessed you with endurance, strength, and grace, child. My name is Tyrande Whisperwind, a High Priestess of the Moon, and this is Malfurion Stormrage, a very powerful Arch-Druid."
"I presume that you are a demon hunter, young Firebrand. You were quite courageous to face an undead army by yourself." he commented. "And you seem to have suffered a strong poison wound. Don't worry, the poison is gone now, for now, just drink this potion and then you'll have enough energy to get up and walk around. You can ask any of us to show you around." He then handed her a small vial filled with a glowing green liquid. He then exited the room as well as Tyrande.
Firebrand eagerly took the cork out of the potion and poured the contents down her throat. Immediately she felt her strength coming back to her, it was not all of her strength but it was good enough for her. She got up from the bed and left the shack. She re-adjusted her blindfold as she observed the large base filled with buildings of different races. She suddenly bumped into another elf who walked by.
"Watch it!" he snarled as he looked at her angrily. He was a blood mage, dressed like Prince Kael'Thas, except that he had golden hair that had just reached his waistline.
"You know that I didn't do that on purpose!" she snapped back with just as much rage.
"A demon hunter are you? You look to weak and young to be one." he sneered as he looked at the dark tattoos that made patterns around her body. Some of her muscles were visible, but they were not over-built, giving her a perfect stature.
"Only the strong-willed and dedicated can be a demon hunter, by the likes of you, I doubt that you are even good enough to be considered a blood mage!" she mocked.
"Silence, you two!" shouted a female night elf with a black helmet and armour on, covered with a black cape with knives at the end. She raised her spiked battle ring. "Sylvos, you know better than that! Just because you are eighteen doesn't mean that you can start a fight with a stranger!" Her voice seemed very commanding.
The blood mage angrily walked away.
"It's alright," she assured Firebrand, "Sylvos has always been like that after he lost his sister at the fall of Quel' Thalas. I am Maiev Shadowsong, I am the leading Warden of the Watchers."
"My name is Firebrand." she replied. "Are you saying that Sylvanas Windrunner was his sister, and that he is Sylvos Windrunner?"
Maiev nodded. "You seem new around here, would you like a tour around here?" she offered.
"Why not?" Firebrand answered.
"These buildings that are mainly made of stone bricks, are human- built buildings." Maiev pointed out. "The ones that are made mainly of wooden planks, belong to the orcs and trolls. And I'm sure that you can recognize one these trees?" she asked as the directed her gaze to an enormous trees with a face resembling that of a tiger with branches that sprouted out like claws that had a split trunk, resembling legs.
"I'm afraid that I actually don't. What are they, Maiev?" she replied.
"This one is an Ancient of War, they give the elves the wisdom of war. There are other Ancients as well and they all have wisdom in something. You are a night elf, they are always around our culture, but you don't seem to know about them. Where have you come from then?" she asked her.
"I was raised in Outland. I have only heard of you and your army, the only night elf army, in the legends of the Dranei elders, but I never believed that you, Maiev Shadowsong, actually existed." she replied, her first answer being honest and the last part being a lie.
The warden looked around, "I must get going now, Firebrand. If you ever need me just ask for me, and I may teach you a few skills if I have any spare time." She disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke.
Tyrande ran towards Firebrand with her Frostsabre tiger as she waved. "There you are, child. I presume that you will be staying here for a while now, won't you?" she asked her.
"How did you know?" she responded.
"I am a Priestess, Firebrand, you must never misjudge us," she replied. "I'm going hunting for food and I was wondering if you would like to join me. We found these among your possessions," she told her, holding out a bow and a quiver of arrows. "it is an interesting kind of bow, perhaps you would like to tell me about it while we hunt?"
"Of course." she replied with a smile.
Tyrande mounted her tiger and set off a slow pace into the forest so that Firebrand could follow. The priestess inspected the bow thoroughly. "It seems strange that you have a naga bow among your belongings. Perhaps you could tell me where you found this."
"I know that I cannot lie to you so I will tell you everything about it. I was raised in Outland by Lady Vashj and Prince Kael'Thas." she began, she paused when she saw the look on Tyrande's face.
"I recall escorting Kael's forces across the remnants of a village. If you ask Maiev to tell you about it, then it will take much persuasion for her to answer. I will tell you maybe when you are a bit older and become more adjusted to Kalimdor."
Firebrand nodded and continued. "Vashj and Kael told me that they had a pair of demon blades with them and suggested that I consider about becoming a demon hunter. They stood by to help me when I had trouble learning a move or a spell. Once they thought that I had learned enough to improve without their help, Lady Vashj presented me with this bow. She taught me how to use it properly and cast a few spells."
"It seems so strange though.a naga would want to shelter a night elf. So you must be' the next one'."
"The next --" Firebrand got interrupted by a loud roar. As she looked up, she saw a red dragon. She took an arrow out of her quiver and pulled back her bow. Normally, she would not be able to shoot from a distance that far, but something about the presence of Tyrande made it possible. She let loose the arrow and it headed straight towards the dragon.
As it flew through the air, ice formed at the tip of the arrow. It pierced the dragon's heart and it screeched in pain. Another arrow flew at the dragon, this time, lit with a flame, landing beside Firebrand's arrow. The dragon fell down and landed with a loud rattling.
"This dragon will provide enough food to last our base for weeks, Firebrand! Well done! Elune really must have blessed you with such traits."
Firebrand awoke and opened her eyes. She found herself lying on a soft bed in a shack, somebody was dabbing at her wound with a wet cloth. She felt a sudden stinging from her arm and quickly sat up. The person who was tending to her was a young female human. She had blond-coloured, shoulder-length hair. She wore a hooded, purple cloak with a rune on the back. Firebrand presumed that the staff leaning on the nearby wall was the girl's.
"Are you feeling okay?" the girl asked. Her voice had a gentle tone to it.
"Agh.I think so." the elf replied weakly.
"That's good." She introduced herself, "My name is Jaina Proudmoore, leader of the survivors of Lordaeron. Tyrande, Sylvos and I managed to get you out of that battle before you would have been killed."
"My name is Firebrand, and I thank you." Firebrand answered. "But may I ask, what were those things that attacked me?" she asked.
"They are undead, unfortunately, they have been attacking us mainly in Kalimdor. The large beetle that you killed is a Crypt Lord, the spiders are Crypt Fiends, and the small ones that crawled are Ghouls. Those are just some of the creatures that have sided with the undead."
"' Tyrande' and ' Sylvos' are elven names, so you have allied with elves?"
"Yes, and we have also sided with the orcs and trolls. Maybe you will meet them after you rest. You are still too weak to do much since the poison had traveled through your body pretty quickly. Go to sleep and recover your strength, I can already tell by your voice, that you are tired." Jaina then left the room.
Firebrand lay back down on the bed. Her elven ears picked up a conversation.
"What makes you think that?" a male voice asked somebody.
A female voice replied, "She has to be, Furion! Her tattoos, the white streak in her hair!"
Firebrand fingered the top of her head, remembering that she had white streaks in her hair that became one when she tied up her hair.
"What about Flameseeker?"
"He doesn't have the streak and his resemblance is more of the warden's than your brother!"
Firebrand could now hear Jaina's voice, "She has awakened, but she is still in a weak state. She's very young, though."
She could hear paced footsteps towards her room. Two night elves approached her, one was a male and the other a female. The male night elf wore a robe made of the fur of an animal and carried a gnarled staff with a green jewel on the top. The female night elf wore armour that resembled Lady Vashj's description of ceremonial plates. They protected her shoulders and legs but nothing else. She also had earrings that looked like small stars. Firebrand concluded that she was a Priestess of the Moon.
"Elune adorei" Firebrand barely managed to say.
They smiled at her, mainly the priestess. She said to her, "Surely, Elune has blessed you with endurance, strength, and grace, child. My name is Tyrande Whisperwind, a High Priestess of the Moon, and this is Malfurion Stormrage, a very powerful Arch-Druid."
"I presume that you are a demon hunter, young Firebrand. You were quite courageous to face an undead army by yourself." he commented. "And you seem to have suffered a strong poison wound. Don't worry, the poison is gone now, for now, just drink this potion and then you'll have enough energy to get up and walk around. You can ask any of us to show you around." He then handed her a small vial filled with a glowing green liquid. He then exited the room as well as Tyrande.
Firebrand eagerly took the cork out of the potion and poured the contents down her throat. Immediately she felt her strength coming back to her, it was not all of her strength but it was good enough for her. She got up from the bed and left the shack. She re-adjusted her blindfold as she observed the large base filled with buildings of different races. She suddenly bumped into another elf who walked by.
"Watch it!" he snarled as he looked at her angrily. He was a blood mage, dressed like Prince Kael'Thas, except that he had golden hair that had just reached his waistline.
"You know that I didn't do that on purpose!" she snapped back with just as much rage.
"A demon hunter are you? You look to weak and young to be one." he sneered as he looked at the dark tattoos that made patterns around her body. Some of her muscles were visible, but they were not over-built, giving her a perfect stature.
"Only the strong-willed and dedicated can be a demon hunter, by the likes of you, I doubt that you are even good enough to be considered a blood mage!" she mocked.
"Silence, you two!" shouted a female night elf with a black helmet and armour on, covered with a black cape with knives at the end. She raised her spiked battle ring. "Sylvos, you know better than that! Just because you are eighteen doesn't mean that you can start a fight with a stranger!" Her voice seemed very commanding.
The blood mage angrily walked away.
"It's alright," she assured Firebrand, "Sylvos has always been like that after he lost his sister at the fall of Quel' Thalas. I am Maiev Shadowsong, I am the leading Warden of the Watchers."
"My name is Firebrand." she replied. "Are you saying that Sylvanas Windrunner was his sister, and that he is Sylvos Windrunner?"
Maiev nodded. "You seem new around here, would you like a tour around here?" she offered.
"Why not?" Firebrand answered.
"These buildings that are mainly made of stone bricks, are human- built buildings." Maiev pointed out. "The ones that are made mainly of wooden planks, belong to the orcs and trolls. And I'm sure that you can recognize one these trees?" she asked as the directed her gaze to an enormous trees with a face resembling that of a tiger with branches that sprouted out like claws that had a split trunk, resembling legs.
"I'm afraid that I actually don't. What are they, Maiev?" she replied.
"This one is an Ancient of War, they give the elves the wisdom of war. There are other Ancients as well and they all have wisdom in something. You are a night elf, they are always around our culture, but you don't seem to know about them. Where have you come from then?" she asked her.
"I was raised in Outland. I have only heard of you and your army, the only night elf army, in the legends of the Dranei elders, but I never believed that you, Maiev Shadowsong, actually existed." she replied, her first answer being honest and the last part being a lie.
The warden looked around, "I must get going now, Firebrand. If you ever need me just ask for me, and I may teach you a few skills if I have any spare time." She disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke.
Tyrande ran towards Firebrand with her Frostsabre tiger as she waved. "There you are, child. I presume that you will be staying here for a while now, won't you?" she asked her.
"How did you know?" she responded.
"I am a Priestess, Firebrand, you must never misjudge us," she replied. "I'm going hunting for food and I was wondering if you would like to join me. We found these among your possessions," she told her, holding out a bow and a quiver of arrows. "it is an interesting kind of bow, perhaps you would like to tell me about it while we hunt?"
"Of course." she replied with a smile.
Tyrande mounted her tiger and set off a slow pace into the forest so that Firebrand could follow. The priestess inspected the bow thoroughly. "It seems strange that you have a naga bow among your belongings. Perhaps you could tell me where you found this."
"I know that I cannot lie to you so I will tell you everything about it. I was raised in Outland by Lady Vashj and Prince Kael'Thas." she began, she paused when she saw the look on Tyrande's face.
"I recall escorting Kael's forces across the remnants of a village. If you ask Maiev to tell you about it, then it will take much persuasion for her to answer. I will tell you maybe when you are a bit older and become more adjusted to Kalimdor."
Firebrand nodded and continued. "Vashj and Kael told me that they had a pair of demon blades with them and suggested that I consider about becoming a demon hunter. They stood by to help me when I had trouble learning a move or a spell. Once they thought that I had learned enough to improve without their help, Lady Vashj presented me with this bow. She taught me how to use it properly and cast a few spells."
"It seems so strange though.a naga would want to shelter a night elf. So you must be' the next one'."
"The next --" Firebrand got interrupted by a loud roar. As she looked up, she saw a red dragon. She took an arrow out of her quiver and pulled back her bow. Normally, she would not be able to shoot from a distance that far, but something about the presence of Tyrande made it possible. She let loose the arrow and it headed straight towards the dragon.
As it flew through the air, ice formed at the tip of the arrow. It pierced the dragon's heart and it screeched in pain. Another arrow flew at the dragon, this time, lit with a flame, landing beside Firebrand's arrow. The dragon fell down and landed with a loud rattling.
"This dragon will provide enough food to last our base for weeks, Firebrand! Well done! Elune really must have blessed you with such traits."