Authors note: I guess my dwarfish accent was a little hard to understand so
I'm just going to type normally. Just imagine they have a Scottish accent
or something. Also Shehn will have a Jamaican accent, like all trolls do.
The red morning sun rose high above the island mountains in the east. A blinding ray of light shone on Titania's face. Her eyes twitched and she opened them. She felt a slight morning chill, which went away after the sun came up. The creak bubbled beside her, sparkling like sapphires. She stood up and walked into the forest where the company lay asleep.
Borin was snoring loudly, with Bazzil right beside him, sucking his thumb and whimpering. Both Sylan and Shandris were up in a tree. Jonas, Nazdhar and Tor slept on the ground. But Shehn was sitting a ways off on a cliff which looked out into the south.
Titania approached him, and she noticed that he had a small fire going at the bottom of his feet. In his hand he held two small skulls on a string with other small charms and trinkets on it. Then with his other he threw a handful of silver dust into the fire and instantly it turned emerald green. It cracked and hissed and slowly a venomous smoke rose. The voodoo master held his charm over the smoke and the green haze wove itself in and around the skulls. He held his charm like this until there was an intricate and unique weave of smoke, then he quickly pulled it away an stomped out the flame.
"What did they say?" asked Titania.
"Da Spirits tell me . . . dat we will find nothing but death and chaos in da south." Shehn answered.
"As I expected." Said Titania.
"Dey also tell me . . . dat one of us will fall . . . but another will rise, more powerful than eva, and will conquer deir enemies."
Titania said nothing. She could not deny this for she new it as well. But she turned away and looked back towards their camp. "We had better get a move on, it's getting late. Where's Taeowyn?" Then Shehn pointed through the trees, a ways into the forest. There Taeowyn stood with the horses, saddling them and packing her bags on Bereneths back.
Titania walked back over to the camp and she slammed her staff on the ground, creating a loud crack. Lightning shot out from the ground. Everyone stood up wide awake and Sylan fell from her tree. "Aw frick, my ass!!!" she yelled, holding her cheeks and stomping her feat. Shandris climbed down from her tree and began gathering her things.
"That's it. Everyone do what Shandris is doing. You all have five minutes to get your things and be ready to go." With that, Titania went over to Tobyneth, put her own things on him and mounted.
The company set out once again. They headed south west, which led deeper into the forest. They traveled for several hours until they finally came out from the dense forest. Right where the trees ended, a barren land continued. They had finally come to the Barrens. Red sand was beneath their feet, orange trees were scarce and here and there, tall, rusty plateaus towered high and great pillar like rocks stood motionless. They continued on through the desert. Although there wasn't a path, Nazdhar, Tor and Shehn knew which way to go to get to Durotar.
For they next three days, they did nothing but riding. It turned so hot that everyone had their armor, cloaks and weapons away in their bags. The two dwarves' faces were beating red, burnt from the suns rays. Then off in the distance, they spotted a plateau with an opening. They came up to the great entrance. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Durotar." Said Nazdhar.
The came through the entrance and discovered a beautiful oasis. Orcish towers, pigfarms, burrows and other structures surrounded them. Palm trees and small lakes could also be seen. Nazdhar, Tor and Shehn led them down a road and into the great city of Ogremar. The three friends took them to the Fortress high on a plateau. A very steep, wide and tall stair case climbed high to the top. The company dismounted and began to climb the ladder like stairs. When they reached the top, they gazed upon the Fortress. The Altar of Storms stood on the top. Two grunts stood at the front entrance. "Halt!" One of them said. "Oh it's you, Nazdhar. Here, right this way." He stepped aside and the whole company walked under the great arch entrance.
The red morning sun rose high above the island mountains in the east. A blinding ray of light shone on Titania's face. Her eyes twitched and she opened them. She felt a slight morning chill, which went away after the sun came up. The creak bubbled beside her, sparkling like sapphires. She stood up and walked into the forest where the company lay asleep.
Borin was snoring loudly, with Bazzil right beside him, sucking his thumb and whimpering. Both Sylan and Shandris were up in a tree. Jonas, Nazdhar and Tor slept on the ground. But Shehn was sitting a ways off on a cliff which looked out into the south.
Titania approached him, and she noticed that he had a small fire going at the bottom of his feet. In his hand he held two small skulls on a string with other small charms and trinkets on it. Then with his other he threw a handful of silver dust into the fire and instantly it turned emerald green. It cracked and hissed and slowly a venomous smoke rose. The voodoo master held his charm over the smoke and the green haze wove itself in and around the skulls. He held his charm like this until there was an intricate and unique weave of smoke, then he quickly pulled it away an stomped out the flame.
"What did they say?" asked Titania.
"Da Spirits tell me . . . dat we will find nothing but death and chaos in da south." Shehn answered.
"As I expected." Said Titania.
"Dey also tell me . . . dat one of us will fall . . . but another will rise, more powerful than eva, and will conquer deir enemies."
Titania said nothing. She could not deny this for she new it as well. But she turned away and looked back towards their camp. "We had better get a move on, it's getting late. Where's Taeowyn?" Then Shehn pointed through the trees, a ways into the forest. There Taeowyn stood with the horses, saddling them and packing her bags on Bereneths back.
Titania walked back over to the camp and she slammed her staff on the ground, creating a loud crack. Lightning shot out from the ground. Everyone stood up wide awake and Sylan fell from her tree. "Aw frick, my ass!!!" she yelled, holding her cheeks and stomping her feat. Shandris climbed down from her tree and began gathering her things.
"That's it. Everyone do what Shandris is doing. You all have five minutes to get your things and be ready to go." With that, Titania went over to Tobyneth, put her own things on him and mounted.
The company set out once again. They headed south west, which led deeper into the forest. They traveled for several hours until they finally came out from the dense forest. Right where the trees ended, a barren land continued. They had finally come to the Barrens. Red sand was beneath their feet, orange trees were scarce and here and there, tall, rusty plateaus towered high and great pillar like rocks stood motionless. They continued on through the desert. Although there wasn't a path, Nazdhar, Tor and Shehn knew which way to go to get to Durotar.
For they next three days, they did nothing but riding. It turned so hot that everyone had their armor, cloaks and weapons away in their bags. The two dwarves' faces were beating red, burnt from the suns rays. Then off in the distance, they spotted a plateau with an opening. They came up to the great entrance. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Durotar." Said Nazdhar.
The came through the entrance and discovered a beautiful oasis. Orcish towers, pigfarms, burrows and other structures surrounded them. Palm trees and small lakes could also be seen. Nazdhar, Tor and Shehn led them down a road and into the great city of Ogremar. The three friends took them to the Fortress high on a plateau. A very steep, wide and tall stair case climbed high to the top. The company dismounted and began to climb the ladder like stairs. When they reached the top, they gazed upon the Fortress. The Altar of Storms stood on the top. Two grunts stood at the front entrance. "Halt!" One of them said. "Oh it's you, Nazdhar. Here, right this way." He stepped aside and the whole company walked under the great arch entrance.
