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The Third Coming - dota fanfic
Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:57 amCrappy title, but I can't figure out what to put.
Chapter 1
“It’s time….”
The words left his horribly corrupted lips and echoed thru the vastness of fiery desolation. His eyes turned to slits, as he watched from the window of his throne room. All hell is about to break loose, and he will see to it, he thought. He knew the time is ripe, his army has grown to full strength, and his spies were everywhere. Yes, it is indeed time for revenge.
This is a kingdom of fire and brimstone, and he was the lord of it. The petty mortals call this place Outland. But to its inhabitants, this is Hell, home of the Burning Legion and all those who are corrupted. For ages, he has ruled this horrid place. Good thing Archimonde was killed during that final assault on the World Tree, he thought. Hell is now his to dominate.
He is known by many names. The Deceiver, Destroyer of worlds, Doombringer…the list goes on and on. But to a few who has witnessed his immense power, he is called Lucifer, the fallen angel. He was once a general of the Scourge, but with the Scourge leader killed centuries ago, he seized the dominion of Hell for himself. Memories, he thought, always an unnecessary thing.
Azeroth, he thought. How can he ever forget that World. From the time of defeat of the Burning Legion until now, he has been planning to return to Azeroth and bend all creation to his will. Unfortunately, the direct link to Azeroth was destroyed, leaving him to search for another way. Rumors came to him that a distant world named Aiur held secrets to Azeroth’s whereabouts. So he sent his servant, Kelthuzad and the Winterchill kingdom, to decimate the planet.
He turned away from the window and caught the sight of a demonguard hurrying before him.
“Your highness, an ice lich is here on the orders of the Lich King.”, the demonguard bowed before him. An ice lich, covered in robes of the color of Winterchill Kingdom, was on his side and bowed as well.
“Speak, lich” he said. The room raised several hundred degrees.
“The Aiur campaign has come to an end, my lord. The planet is now ours”, the lich said with pride in his voice.
“Well done. Take whatever energy source you can from the planet. Kelthuzad deserves this honor”, he said in a booming voice, like the voices of a thousand souls.
“My lord, Kelthuzad also sends this gift…” the ice lich said, grinning. “Bring forth the prisoner!”
Two ice liches came forth, between them, a spherical globe of rock solid ice. Kelthuzad knows his arcane magic well, Lucifer thought. For ice in this part of hell is always quite a spectacle to behold given the thousand degree temperature. Inside was the clear figure of someone in great agony.
“She is yours, my lord.” the ice lich said. At once, the two ice lich who were channeling the incantations stood back. The lord of hell has a fiery reputation, this they know.
“A fitting gift. Who is this mortal?” Lucifer snarled. Scores of demons began to congregate at the throne room, wanting to see the latest thing Kelthuzad brought to the Burning Hells.
“She is one of the best warriors of the Aiur defenders, apparently of royal blood.”
“Is she now?” A woman always brings excitement for Lucifer. He got down from his throne and with one quick motion sent the other demons scampering away from the ice globe. They knew better than to incur the wrath of the Doombringer, he was especially possessive with a woman.
“Trak-ma duram baru…” he said aloud, and quickly the ice thawed into water to the floor. The woman fell into the wet floor, her eyes full of hatred and defiance for the lord of the burning hells. But she was not on Aiur, where she commanded the best psychic army in the universe. Clearly, Hell is not the place for her. Her psychic powers are not at their best here, or anywhere without Protoss pylons.
“Such a beauty…” Lucifer said, licking his lips.
“Indeed my lord, we reserved her for you” the ice lich added.
Lucifer moved his face closer to savor the scent of his captive. “WHAT IS YOUR NAME, MORTAL?” the words came booming out of his mouth, the ice liches shuddered. The demons went into wild frenzy at the sight.
The woman did not answer, but slowly summoned all her strength to spit directly into Lucifer’s face. In wild exultation, the demons watched. No one ever dared disrespect the lord of Hell.
“We may not have destroyed you, but someone else will” she said in a calm voice.
“BWAHAHAHAHA!!! And who might that be? Aiur no longer exists, just as I have done with several hundred worlds already. There is no one else.” At this, Lucifer swung his right leg and kicked her like a ragdoll. She slammed straight into a post, clearly stunned.
The woman lowered her eyes, and began to weep in pain. Lucifer placed his great sword on her chin and lifted her head, slowly revealing her elegant face. Who is this woman? Lucifer asked the ice lich.
“Her name, my lord, is Lanaya. She is the princess of the Protoss kingdom of Aiur.”
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Lanaya tried to mask the pain with every teardrop. This is her only chance. She has mustered every psychic energy she can to do this mission. Her race, the Protoss, on planet Aiur is no more. If she fails, the death of all the Protoss warriors will be for naught.
Her memories took her to that last night the Protoss citadel was overrun by the lich king’s forces. At the last moment, she summoned her servant, her faithful Enigma, to the world of Azeroth. Aiur and Azeroth have always been connected with psychic energies. The night elves, with the leadership of Malfurion Stormrage, have been the Protoss’ ally and friend since time immemorial. She orchestrated this plan to strike at the heart of Hell itself. If she succeeds, hundreds of other planets will be saved.
Her Enigma was hesitant to leave her side, but all is lost. She bade farewell to her Enigma and gave her instructions to find Malfurion Stormrage. It will be a matter of time before the Burning Legion finds the psychic wormhole connecting Aiur and Azeroth.
The art of deception is working to her advantage, she thought. The lord of Hell does not see her as someone with great power. The fake tears serve to mask what she has been doing – channeling to meld with the Shadow. With the fire and brimstone all around her, it was, to say the least, very hard to concentrate.
“There is no race that can stand the might of the Burning Legion. Your soul is mine, princess!” every soul that heard this trembled.
Lucifer raised his right arm and aimed his malice and his lust in a single, red beam, directly into the Protoss princess.
It was at that moment, Lanaya disappeared.
The ancient tomes were right; there are no wards to detect invisible forces here in the throne room. Good thing, Lanaya thought. That spell surely wouldn’t have missed her.
Her disappearance caused mayhem and pandemonium in the throne room. But the lord of Hell remained calm, amused. He always liked games. The demons went in full red alert, sniffing everywhere inside the throne room hoping to find her. They wouldn’t, her invisibility was as real as the brain thinks.
Her first attack will be a sure kill for a lesser demon or a doomguard, but she needs several attempts to channel before she can kill the Doombringer in one stroke. Every meld with the Shadow makes her psychic javelin stronger, the blow from which can shake a Chaos being.
In the confusion, she stepped out of the shadow and thrust the javelin at the ice lich who presented her as a gift.
With one gigantic stride, Lucifer was on her side. His giant blade which felled thousands of warriors before swung high and mighty. But the great broadsword did not find its mark, for Lanaya was quick to meld with the Shadow again. It cleaved a doomguard in two instead, who was unfortunate enough to have been standing behind Lanaya.
Blood splashed into the throne room floor where the doomguard stood. The room is now in full alert for any sign of Lanaya. The demons went into a frenzied bloodlust at the sight of the kill. Smiling, Lucifer headed back to his throne. Six doomguards followed him.
“Pretty princess, come out and play with me.” he snickered.
“My lord, we have sent orders for a necronomicon book to be sent.” she heard.
“There is no need, demon.” Doombringer said.
Such arrogance, Lanaya thought. This will be the end of him. She has mustered enough psychic power that her javelin now can cleave a chaos being into two. Slowly, she slid near the great throne and climbed a great chandelier on top of it. The demons are so easily fooled, she thought, so was their leader. How can this imbecile being command the Burning Legion?
She was on position, when she felt something different. She almost spat in disgust when she felt hot, really hot, up to her head, down to her breasts, to her loins. She must be going crazy, after all, she lost everyone she loved and everything she possessed.
She watched the demons below her, frantically sniffing for any sign of her. Then it occurred to her that she was lusting after them, above all, Lucifer. What madness is this? She shook her head to clear it, in time to realize that her body was burning up. She is in Hell, she thought, that’s why she feels so hot. But what made her blood jump was the fact that her clothes were almost burned up. Standing semi-naked in the chandelier, she decided to do it, to step out and kill this nefarious Doombringer.
In one quick motion, she let her body fall, moved and tucked her javelin to her side, and broke her invisibility.
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He saw the light above his head and knew that the Templar Assasin has moved in to kill. In an instant, he jumped out of his throne with such agility for a being of his bulk. The doomguards all cleared out from the throne.
The throne disintegrated into a million pieces once the Assasin hit it. The frenzied demons continued their shouting, and their leader stood waiting for the dust to settle. Out of the confusion, the royal princess of Aiur stood, eyes burning with hate and disgust. And in one quick instant, her face became troubled.
“Fascinating, what display of power and courage. Maybe I can find a use for you after all.” he said aloud.
“You will die for your arrogance, Doombringer.” she said, but her voice is clearly showing signs of distress.
“What is the matter, princess?” he said, mocking her.
What is happening to me? Lanaya asked herself. Nevermind, I can do this. With all the agility of the Protoss royalty in her legs, she began to jug towards Lucifer, javelin in hand.
But she stopped.
She was naked, worse; she was burning and combusting from inside out!
“HAHAHAHA! How do you like the touch of Doom in your soul, Lanaya? Did you find it comforting first? Maybe a bit soothing? Yes?” Lucifer said.
It was horrible, the pain was excruciating. So this is it, she thought, she was going to die, naked, alone, with all Hell watching her agony. She thought of home, of her family, and everyone who stood by her side during the war. All was lost.
She fell down on all fours. Her psychic light-aura almost gone now, but her mind is fully aware of what is going on. Her eyes saw the flesh being burned away, giving sight to her burned bones. But she will not scream in pain, she will not give the lord of Hell this satisfaction.
Finally, her spirit gave up. She fell on the throne room floor face down.
“Such a waste. Our apologies, my lord. If we had known she can still wreck havoc, we wouldn’t have brought her here.” the lead ice lich said.
“I would have cast you into a burning pit, lich, if I hadn’t seen a far greater purpose for this being.” Doombringer said amidst the chaos.
All beheld wonder when Lanaya’s body stopped burning, giving way to a black, burnt being. Lucifer then moved forward and muttered an ancient incantation so dark that the demons trembled in fear.
“Arise my servant. You will be one of my greatest warriors. Do not doubt your appearance, for you are a Spectre of tremendous power.” Lucifer said.
The being slowly stood, its black body glowing with dark power. It lifted its head up, spotted a demon who just entered the throne room with the necronomicon book. In a flash, the Spectre hurled a dagger at the unsuspecting demon. The entire congregation quickly parted into two to duck the incoming projectile, save for this poor demon. It caught him by his throat, and the dagger’s trajectory left a Shadow trail.
Now the Spectre ran towards the entire crowd of demons and passed thru them just as air passes thru trees. The demon was caught off-guard at the sudden appearance of this, this terrible Spectre. Without saying a word, the Spectre cleaved him into three, full armor and all, head, torso and legs.
The throne room hushed. Everyone was suddenly afraid for their lives. As the Spectre eyed out another victim, the lord of Hell let out a laugh.
“Nicely done, my magnificent creation. But that is enough. Unless you want me to forever banish you into the Void. You shall be placed amongst my finest warriors, to be summoned at the appointed time.” at the voice of its maker, the Spectre stood stiff, devoid of any emotion. It slowly walked towards the Doombringer, and bowed its head.
And so it came to pass that the being known as Spectre, an embodiment of lust, hatred, malice and destruction, was created.
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“Any news on the whereabouts of the Escapee?” Kelthuzad asked the lich by his side.
“Yes, my lord, it seems that the being has headed into a distant planet. The name of the World is not yet known, but we can track the Escapee using the very portal he had gone into. Our acolytes are working to open the dimensional gate, which the Escapee seemed to have sealed from the inside.” replied the lich.
“Very well. I shall give news to King Lucifer about this, predicament.” he hated being the bearer of bad news, but if the planet that the Escapee has gone into is the same planet Lucifer has been looking for, then he will be in the Doombringer’s favor.
“Kill all the Protoss slaves, but make sure you turn the royalty into liches.” Kelthuzad ordered.
He went to his war room and looked pleased. The campaign was a success, and he sent the daughter of the Protoss king to Hell for Lucifer to feast on. He can only imagine what horrors his lord will inflict on the girl. No, she was no girl. She slaughtered a good number of liches by herself. And when she was about to fall, the lich soldiers caught sight of an escaping Shadow behind her. Awhile later, an ancient fountain, whose waters the liches defiled, revealed a mysterious, Protoss writing. The sight was further investigated and was found out to be full of psychic energy of a being clearly escaping from Aiur. Who is this being, and where is he heading?
He shook his head and savored the scent of victory. He was very proud of his kingdom. Winterchill Kingdom has been serving the forces of Hell for several thousand years already and as king of it; he has always taken pride of his work for his master. From the window of the war room he surveyed the land. Ice was everywhere. When they first came here, the land of the Protoss was teaming with life and green. Now it is a barren wasteland, its ley-energies being drained by the machines of the liches. He did his job well, and his master will be pleased.
Hours passed and finally, the job of unlocking the Escapee’s destination has been done. The heavy door of the war room bolted open; two doomguards entered the room with some acolytes.
“My lord Kelthuzad, our mages have opened the dimensional gate. According to them, the door on the other side is filled with magic. Elvish magic to be more precise.” the acolyte said pleased.
Elf-magic. Azeroth. Kelthuzad was very elated, but it did not show on his face. Liches are, after all, incapable of showing emotion.
“Then I will bring word to Lord Lucifer about this timely news.”
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good writing skills dude. This story got me hooked. Keep updating it!
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WHat the--....cooL
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thanks! chapter 2 is coming up
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Chapter 2
“There you are, I have been looking all over for you, priestess.” a slender Luna Moonfang called out.
Mirana Nightshade didn’t even glance up. Her high elven brows were contorted. She was holding a scroll and reading it.
“I’m sorry, Luna, I was just reading this note from a dear friend.” she said without taking her eyes off the letter.
“Hmm, another love letter for you, I see.” Luna said, giggling. “How goes his visit to Animalia?”
“He seems troubled, from what this letter says. He says he has been seeing things. Here take a look.”
Luna pursed her lips and studied the face of her priestess. She has been serving the temples of Elune with Mirana since they were kids, and she knows all too well if her friend is on to something serious.
“Let me see what is troubling you, my priestess.” Luna said. She saw the familiar handwriting of the satyr prince, Rikimaru, and it was quite a long letter.
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My dear Priestess of the Moon Mirana Nightshade,
Greetings from Animalia!
It’s the 3rd month of my visit here. The festival is sooo awesome! I met a lot of nice people, err, animals here. They served a lot of food, although they only eat vegetables, it was quite a treat. And they serve the best ale in the entire world. You should have come with me and leave the daily temple chores to Luna, I know she wouldn’t mind.
Now, on a more serious note. Can I ask you to please refresh me on what the Scourge is? And do you know of someone named Lucifer? My study on ancient Azeroth history has gone downhill, the subject doesn’t interest me at all, and you know that. All I know is they somehow tried to invade us many centuries ago, and our ancestors drove them back to whatever place they came from.
The reason I’m asking you this is because just yesterday, I bore witness to a rather disturbing encounter.
I traveled alone to the countryside of Animalia for a breath of fresh air, away from the festivities. I left about a week ago, and I assume two weeks have now passed as you are reading this letter. I left my bodyguard, Bradwarden, to relax and have a good time with the other Hooved Ones at Animalia.
I came across this nice waterfall, a nice forest with pretty little squirrels. I was a bit tired from travelling (I was walking for almost 7days!), so I rested on this spot. I was enjoying myself in the cool shade when I heard a gluttural moan, almost unearthly. Immediately, I made myself invisible and searched for the offending party. Ha! Disturbing me on my siesta time! This is most unforgivable. So I stood up and began searching for the source.
What I saw with my satyr eyes were unbelievable.
A bluish being stood in the clearing of the forest. It appeared to be running, so I ran along with it. This blue…thing, it looked like water, translucent. It doesn’t have legs, but appeared to be connected with the ground. It didn’t notice me at all, so I guess I was safe with my invisibility on.
When this thing reached a certain spot, it stopped and I studied it more closely. I have never seen anything, or anyone like this. The being looks more like it’s from another dimension. It then let out a long gluttoral moan again, and I covered my ears.
Suddenly, several replicas of the being appeared just out of nowhere!
I was taken aback, although I know I’m invisible, I ran and hid behind a rock, a great distance from the group. The main one was somehow talking to the rest of the group in a funny, weird language. And immediately, they scatted throughout the woods. Some of them passed my way, and I saw that they were a bit smaller from the original one. Illusions maybe? I don’t know, but my attention was once again on the original being. It began to speed off again, and I prepared to follow it.
Lo and behold, a dark being stood blocking its path. I can sense its malice and hatred radiating in pulses. It did not speak, and proceeded to charge the blue being.
In such a skill I have never seen before, the blue being shot white sparks at the black shadow, which stunned it several times. It did not know what hit it.
Now, some of the smaller replicas of the blue being returned and proceeded to hit the black being with white sparks of light too.
At this point, I did not know which one to help. Both of these creatures are alien to me, so I decided to keep my short sword at my side and watch.
A third being then arrived and began shooting small, javelin like weapons into the blue being’s smaller replicas. One by one they fell, dissolving into water. As I studied closely, this new creature is in the form of a human female, with wings like that of a large bat. As soon as the smaller replicas fell, several more replicas replaced it.
I couldn’t remember what happened next, for the woman-creature screamed at the top of her lungs. I felt my soul trying to separate from my body from that unholy scream; it was a long wail of death.
When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a black, burnt body dissolving away at the place of the blue being.
It was also at that moment that the woman spoke.
“You weak, pathetic fool, how could my lord Lucifer entrust you with such a task? You almost completely failed. It was such luck that we destroyed all the Eidolons before they accomplished their task. You are a shame to the elite warriors of the Scourge!”
The black being just stood there, almost glowing in such hatred aura I have never felt before.
“We have to go back now. You go first, I will gather the scouting party and see to it that the task is done.” the woman said.
The black being then threw a small thing which created a black path, and it glided into that path, disappearing into the trees.
It was then that I felt someone watching me. In my nervousness, I have broken my invisibility. A smaller replica of the blue being was at my back, carefully watching me.
I did not know whether it wanted to harm me, but I drew my sword and proceeded to engage it. Before I got to blink behind it and stab its back, the creature filled my mind with visions!
I saw a world, a planet, teaming with life; next I saw a barren, ice-filled planet. And I believe I saw glimpses of Hell, fiery and desolate, of hundreds of planets, stars and galaxies. I saw an army of demons and liches preparing to march at the signal of its leader.
And then I saw Azeroth.
Just then, the visions stopped and I saw a javelin pierced at the back of the replica. It fell, but before it fell, it handed me an object. I blinked next to it and created a smoke. I snatched the object from the replica’s hand and jumped back. For another javelin struck it, this time, a poisonous one. I ran away from the scene, and my last vision of it was the woman-creature leaning over the replica’s body, examining it.
I ran from the forest so fast that I stumbled upon a rock and hit my head.
The next time I opened my eyes, Bradwarden was there. The royal centaur bodyguard was there with me. I told him nothing of what I witnessed, because I myself did not know if the things I saw were real. I could have been dreaming.
But I still have the object with me.
We returned to Animalia with the centaurs.
So, do you know of this? This Scourge? And who is Lucifer? And I want to show you this object, whatever this is, I figure you can identify what this is for.
It’s getting late, and my eyes are a bit swollen, so this is bye for now. Say hello to Luna for me.
Rikimaru
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Mirana looked at Luna the entire time she read the letter.
“What do you think? Does it make sense?” Mirana asked.
“From a satyr trickster? I’m guessing The Prince is just amusing himself. Or maybe he isn’t right in the head already.” Luna laughed.
And behind that laugh, Luna somehow knew that they must prepare for the worst.
“I will go to Everglades at first light tomorrow, Luna. We cannot let something like this pass unnoticed. Once I inform the High King, he will know what to do.” Mirana said.
“Yes, sister. I will see to it that everything is ready for your departure tomorrow” Luna said.
“I hope this is nothing. This is a time of peace, the longest one we have enjoyed.” Mirana said.
Luna studied her more closely. She was really worried, Luna thought. As the Chief Priestess of the Moon, she held a very important position in the Elven kingdom. Probably stress, Luna thought. She never really understood Mirana’s relationship with the Satyr prince, if it was friendship or romance. They just seem to enjoy each other’s company.
Luna looked at the altar and began to mumble a little prayer. Elune, she said, I hope that Rikimaru is really crazy and is not telling the truth.
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“This is the kingdom of Animalia, my lord Lucifer.” Azgalor said in a proud voice.
Lucifer’s head bobbed in approval. “Continue.”
“This is a peninsula, south of the Human Kingdom of Tarsarus. It is the best spot that our scouts have found.” the pit lord reported.
Lucifer studied the map. He looked at the beings in attendance one by one. He smiled a devilish grin.
“Account for all our forces, Azgalor.” he said.
“Yes my lord. The demons of the fifth plane of Hell are under my, err, your command. Kelthuzad here controls all the liches of the Winterchill kingdom. Akasha is the one commanding your elite troops. And Demnok Lannik commands all the Infernals.” Azgalor said.
“And of the orcs? Do you have them under your control?”
“The orc second in command, Morgul Khan the Axe, can be easily deceived, my lord. He will bow down to his bloodlust and doom his race once more.”
“Make sure this will come to pass, Azgalor. I do not want to lose you like Mannaroth. And has the night creatures answered our call?”
“Yes, I have contacted their leaders, Banehallow of the Lycans and Strygwyr of the Vampires. As we speak, their race is locked in an ancient war of the species, but I believe once we arrive in Animalia, you can convince them to stop their petty quarrels amongst themselves and joined us.” Akasha, the succubus-queen, answered.
Lucifer nodded. “Demnok Lannik, see if you can create beings out of the dead creatures of Azeroth. These will bolster our armies and further spread terror into Azeroth.”
“Yes my lord, my acolytes are already studying the arcane magic of necromancy so that the undead will rise and do our bidding. I have upgraded the portal discovered by Kelthuzad to accommodate the large number of our forces without any problems.”
“What of the gods protecting Azeroth?” Lucifer suddenly asked.
Azgalor said. “My lord, there is no need to worry. The thunder god Zeus does not interfere with the affairs of these mortals.”
“As far as I know, we are up against the human, elf, and satyr races living in Azeroth. Is there anything else?” Lucifer asked.
“My lord, the Animalians, the Hooved Ones are very powerful beings. These creatures are capable of speech and talk like humans, and they possess great power too. So it is my recommendation that we annihilate them first, before we proceed to crush the humans and elves.” Azgalor said.
“My lord, allow me to say this, I have already cursed a certain Animalia chieftain into corruption. It will not be long before he turns on his brethren and joins us.” Akasha said.
“Well done. I will reward you with a thousand slaps later.” at this, the queen of pain purred.
“Azgalor, you have forgotten the Naga. They will fight with us.” Kelthuzad said in a cold voice.
“How dare you disrespect me in front of my king!” Azgalor’s eyes became fiery.
“Enough! Kelthuzad, take care of this matter.” Lucifer said in a booming voice.
All became silent at the sudden temper of the lord of Hell.
“Akasha, see if you can bring the human king Purist Thunderwrath to our fold. Deceive and seduce him with that lustful body of yours.” Lucifer said.
Akasha nodded.
“I guess the Escapee has been destroyed as well, is it not?” Lucifer added.
“Yes my lord. The Spectre you created almost let it escape, but I killed it.”
It was then that Lucifer stood up, and all in attendance stood up as well.
“We will go into Auir with the entire Burning Legion, from there we will pass into the portal to Azeroth, for victory and revenge.”
“Hail Lucifer, the Doombringer!” everyone shouted.
And so it begins.
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OMGdfdfwafwafwaZOR. This looks like one of the best fan-fic here on DS.
this is the ishhht!! keep updating this!
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Chapter 3
Everglades. It has been years since she last visited her hometown, Mirana thought. When she was a young adept, Everglades was still a small town, and now it is a buzzling city. This is the capital of the Night-Elf Kingdom, the last bastion of the Once Immortals.
She arrived here after 5 days of hard riding. Her ever faithful friend, Luna, was left behind to tend the daily temple chores at Quenya. I’m sure Luna will do just fine, Mirana thought.
Normally, she would not leave Quenya to ride for Everglades, or Tarsarus for that matter, if the letter Rikimaru sent her had not been so disturbing. She was almost sure Luna was laughing at her sudden overreaction at the words “Scourge” and “Lucifer”. But she knows her friend is only concerned for her, she might embarrass herself, she thought, at the presence of the High King Stormrage.
Or she might just give them the most important news of this day and age.
She knows the folklore and the history. Schooled at the Night-Elven academy where elven scholars teach, she knows of the bloodshed and carnage the Scourge inflicted many, many centuries ago.
Mirana paused to look around the streets. There were many people here, of all races. Humans, dwarves, elves and satyrs, everyone was free here. It was a pretty picture of utopia, of hospitality and warmth.
Continuing along the streets, she saw in the horizon, the tall spires of the castle Stormrage. At last, her journey has come to an end.
She reached the steps of the castle gates, where some elven guards welcomed her.
“Priestess, Elune be with you!”
“It is nice to see you friends. I bring word for the King.” Mirana answered.
“Make way for the Priestess of the Moon!! Make way! Make way!” a herald shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Priestess, I shall escort you to your chamber room. Guards, tend to the Priestess’ white tiger.” the herald commanded.
She was escorted by several elven servants to her room, where she refreshed with food and wine.
Thirty minutes later, a knock on the door interrupted her musings.
“Enter.” she said.
“Priestess, the King asks for you.” the servant said.
She was then escorted to the throne room where her King and once teacher, Malfurion Stormrage stood, arms open wide to hug and greet her.
“My child, it is good to see you!” Furion said happily.
“It is good to see you too, my King.” Mirana answered. She felt the warmth of Furion’s breath. She felt very very safe with the High King around, but she got down to business at once.
“My King, I will not delay further. I bring some rather, odd news.” Mirana started, her regal face very stern.
He probably is studying me or thinking what it is I have to say so suddenly, Mirana thought.
“Let us sit down.”
They sat down and Mirana wasted no time.
“High King, the satyr prince Rikimaru sent me this letter. I wish of you to read it.” Mirana handed the scroll to him.
Furion let out a deep breath and read the scroll, Mirana watching him intently. For once, the High King’s face was without any emotion.
“Leave us.” Furion suddenly stood up. Mirana was shocked to see the transformation. The King’s face was very stern, angry and blank, all at the same time.
“Everyone leave!” the herald shouted. He closed the door behind him.
“Mirana, I am not sure what kind of joke Rikimaru tried to pull off, but the very mention of that word is an insult to the entire Elven race.” Furion said, clearly furious.
“My King, I answer for Rikimaru’s letter. He is a trickster, but deep in my heart, I know he does not mean to insult the Elves.” Mirana explained bowing.
Furion said nothing, eyes fixed on the far wall.
“My King, I’m sure it will be to our benefit if Rikimaru made this up. If not, then we might have a problem in our hands.”
Stormrage then stood up. He slowly turned his eyes toward the Priestess. Mirana now saw the eyes of their leader have gone soft.
“If Rikimaru is actually curious about this, tell him the entire history. I am sorry about my initial reaction, because the mention of the Scourge brings so many memories, several thousands of years of memories…”
Mirana nodded. She was aware of the history, the full history, lost in time.
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Ten thousand years ago they came, the Burning Legion, they call it. It was all because of the Elves greed for magic. It was magic that attracted this abomination, this entire army of Hell.
Furion, along with the might of the Immortal Elves, drove them back to the abyss where they came. But the world of Azeroth shook and the great sundering happened.
The High King and the Elves worked to repair the world ravaged by war. And in the thousand years of peace, he and his loyal warriors decided to sleep in the Emerald Dream, to be awakened when the threat from Hell returned.
Time went on, and Azeroth gave birth to Men. Weak, greedy and always jealous of Elven power, they sought all things to be theirs. Satyrs and Animalians also inhabited the world, barbarians and hooligans who sought to acquire what is not theirs by nature. It was a time of sporadic fighting for supremacy, survival and power.
Around five thousand years after, a terrible race of humanoids appeared out of nowhere, calling themselves the Orcs. They waged war on a world already tired of fighting.
But this was the tip of the iceberg, for the Burning Legion returned a thousand years after. This time, much stronger.
The High King Furion was awakened on time, with the help of the Druids of the Bear and Talon, they were able to defeat the first waves of the Legion. But this new Legion had a powerful new weapon.
The Undead. Cursed beings without hope of the light, they went on to massacre the armies of the Elves. At this time, Furion sought to unite the lands of Azeroth to quell the Undead infestation.
The whole of Azeroth united. Humans, satyrs, orcs, animalians and elves, all dropped their differences and united under one banner. The Great Alliance of the land has been formed.
But even with this new alliance, the Undead and Burning Legion pushed through and ravaged the lands of Azeroth with utter desolation. They pushed the Alliance to a last standoff at the World Tree, the source of all power and life on Azeroth.
When all hope was lost, Furion trapped the then leader of the Scourge,Archimonde, while he proceeded to drain the World Tree and used it to destroy him and the Burning Legion. With this act of sacrifice, the Immortality of the Elves ended, and the races began to rebuild their lands.
Centuries passed, and the world enjoyed its peace. The races were tired of fighting with one another, and sought to improve their own lives. This was the beginning of the Golden Age, with Furion working tirelessly with the leaders of the races.
Mirana was interrupted with the coughing of Furion. “I am an old, withered elf my Priestess. My days are over, just like with Illidan and Tyrande. They passed away several years ago into the lands of our ancestors. The torch must be passed on, and I will gather everyone here to discuss this matter of defending our world. Send word to Rikimaru to come here at the soonest possible time.”
“Yes, my King.” was all Mirana can mutter.
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“What are we doing here?!! I miss all the fire and warmth!”
Azgalor picked up the demon soldier who uttered the sentence. “No one will question the Doombringer’s command! We are here to wage war!” At this, the pit lord held the demon by his head, his body dangling in air, and proceeded to cut his head off. He threw the body into the entire battalion, where the demons carried and toyed with it.
“Azgalor, have you not taught your soldiers discipline?” the Lord of Hell said, shouting.
“Pardon, my lord, I have already taken of it.”
Lucifer studied the entire landscape from his position on a hill. The climate here is not fit for a human mortal, let alone a demon, which enjoyed the hot flames of Hell. Kelthuzad made Auir into a floating block of ice to further strengthen the portal that they will soon, in a few weeks time, pass into the world of Azeroth.
Azeroth. A shining jewel in the cosmos. He licked his lips in the anticipation of the carnage and massacre about to happen.
To his right lay the camp of the Winterchill Kingdom, and to his left, the demons of hell, in various shapes and sizes. At the center of the army, the Infernals stood, hugging one another. A funny sight, Lucifer thought. Demnok Lannik was there to command the demon priests the proper magic to give the Infernals their inner fire, lest it be reduced to a soft flame, in this barren, icy wasteland.
“My lord Lucifer, I bring report from Azeroth.” he was interrupted by Akasha, the succubi queen. Behind her the Elite Warriors gathered, bored to death by inactivity and coldness.
The Elite Guards, the finest warriors of Hell. The Spectre he created is there, an avatar of hatred. Mortdred, a traitorous being whose swing of the sword no one can match. Darkterror, a terror indeed, master of time and flight. Balanar, a night-lover, a perfect command tool for the creatures of the night. With these weapons of war around him, he is unstoppable.
“Speak.” He said.
“The Human King’s soul is already corrupted; I believe it will take only a couple of days for him to reveal his true side.”
“Very well. How about the orc they call Morgul Khan? Will he doom his race once more, just like Grom Hellscream thousands of years ago?”
“Yes, my lord. Once we are on Azeroth, your presence will drive him insane and revive the barbarian bloodlust in his veins. The orc clan will surely follow him to whatever end.” Akasha said bowing.
Lucifer studied the map in front of him. They will reach Animalia thru the portal in about one month. A scout report has it that the Animalian festival has already ended. The population will surely be drunk and lax, he thought. This is going to be an easy kill.
The Animalian peninsula is connected to the mainland by a small isthmus, called the Finger of Mammals. This is, surprisingly, home to the Naga race, sea-dwellers and cursed elves. Their numbers are superior, and he knew he must convince them to war.
North of the Finger lies the formidable cliffs and forests of the Treants and Stone Giants. He knew he can get no support from these Elf loving creatures of old.
The Kingdoms of Tarsarus and Everglades stood side by side north of the forests. In case an attack comes from the North, the Burning Legion is compact on its Animalian position.
He placed a small X on the map of Animalia, and proceeded to study the rest of the Kingdoms. The Dominion of Halfington, with its Satyr heritage, will surely ally itself with the Elves. The Kazmodan Empire, buried deep in the Stone Giants country, might join the humans.
And right smack in the center is the city of Ogrimmar, home of the Orcish warriors.
“My lord, I know what you are thinking. Elves and Satyrs on the East, Humans and Dwarves on the West. We can divide them up evenly. Our only problem is passing thru the North of the Finger.” Akasha said.
“My concern is, if Furion Stormrage is still able to unite the land of Azeroth under one banner, like he did several centuries ago.” Lucifer said, thinking.
“Even if he can, my lord, there is no one who can stand the might of the Doombringer.”
Yes, there is none, Lucifer thought.
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i guess only a few people like long, novel-like dota fan-fics, but here goes chapter 4
Chapter 4
The red-skinned warrior steeled himself for the inevitable. There were five orc brutes ready to pounce on him. He was surrounded, and to an ordinary orc, this would seem like a disadvantage. For him, this is more than a welcome sight.
He carefully studied the five orcs surrounding him. They were all breathing heavily, closing in for the kill.
As if on queue, the orc on his left sprang towards him. Instinctively, he raised his wooden shield to parry the attack with his left arm. The one on his back charged up to him as well, raising his weapon up high.
The back stab missed its mark. The two warriors were caught by surprise at the sudden speed of the red-skinned warrior. He caught them flat-footed, rammed his shield at the chest of the first attacker, and smashed the head of the second one.
The remaining three joined the fray. Reflexively, the red warrior ducked in to a defensive position. Simultaneously they hit him, but his reflexes were more than a match for them, or for any other living warrior. He spun around and hammered the three warriors in one swing, sending them crashing into the nearby weapon stash.
“A good day for practice, my brothers.” Yurnero said, watching the fight from a distance.
“Come join us, brother, so that you may feel the rush of combat in your veins.” Mogul Khan said, helping the other warriors on their feet.
“Ahh, but I have other things to attend to. Besides, I have something important to talk to you about.” the Juggernaut said.
“Then come with me on my hut, Blade Dancer.” the Axe then ordered his warriors to go about their business.
The two orcish warriors made way for a tent. Two guards guarded the entrance, and they were lead inside.
Yurnero stood inside while the Axe made some refreshments for them. “I see you have been practicing the deadly art of Counter Helix. Have you already perfected it?” he asked.
“Yes, brother, soon I will also teach you this art. It involves great reflexes and alertness on your part.”
“That is great news.” Yurnero said.
“Come sit.” Axe offered.
“I have been called by the Elven King Stormrage to his council. He does not say why, but I have a feeling it’s very important.” Yurnero said.
“Is that so?” the chief of the Battle Hunger clan said, his face painted with uninterested emotion. “Have the proud Elves ran into any trouble they can’t solve themselves?”
“No, I do not think that is so. I leave in two days time.”
“I do not know why you meddle with these Elves and Men, brother. They are greedy and corrupt.” Axe said.
“It is for the benefit of our race that I do this. The Elves and Men have given us so much the past few years, centuries even, since the last Great War. Now is my turn to ask why you loathe them so much.” Yurnero explained.
“They are not our masters, Blade Dancer. Have you lost sense of orcish pride?” Axe faced Yurnero, his eyes almost fiery in hatred.
“Yes, and they have not acted as such. This is a time of peace, my brother. Let us not forget what our ancestors gave up for us, their descendants.” Yurnero said, sipping a cup of tea.
“I have not forgotten the sacrifices Grom Hellscream and Thrall went through.”
“Then I ask of you to stand down. As the chief of the ruling clan, I have the authority to decide what is best for our race.” Yurnero stood, his face very stern.
Mogul Khan also stood up. He went to the far corner of the room and stopped, his back towards Yurnero. As he faced his chieftain, his eyes turned fiery red. “Can you not feel it, brother? Can you not feel something about to happen? Something bigger than all this, Elvish nonsense?”
In his heart, he had a slight idea of why Furion summoned him to Everglades. He just can’t point it out, but the blood in him was boiling this past few months. In Everglades, Yurnero thought, he might find out the answer to his questions.
He studied his childhood friend and wondered where all that aggression was coming from. “When I leave, I want you to look after the affairs of the clan. The orcs on the south side probably need your attention; they have been restless and unreasonable for the past few days.”
“I will see what I can do, chieftain.” a smug Axe said.
Yurnero picked up his razor sharp sword from where he placed it, and stepped out of the tent. He noticed the strange look on the faces of the Battle Hunger orcs. They were tense, restless, almost waiting for something to appear out of nowhere. What a strange time this is, Yurnero thought.
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A piercing scream broke the silence of the night. The sound of several footsteps was heard on the corridors of the castle. Several seconds later, a loud banging was heard on the door.
“Your Highness!! Open the door! What is the matter?!” the royal Tarsarus Guard Commander shouted.
No one answered from the other side, so the guards decided to bring down the door.
“Call for a battering ram to be brought up here, quick!” he shouted.
“No need, soldier. It was just a nightmare.” King Purist Thunderwrath stood at the open, double-swivel door.
“My lord, we heard screaming, are you sure you are alright?”
“Yes I am fine. Just a nasty dream. Go back to your posts.” the King ordered.
The King went back to his bed. He could not sleep, his eyes wide open.
He had been seeing and hearing things the past few weeks, but he has not told anyone of it. He is a member of the Order of Omniknight, sworn to the Light to vanquish all Darkness. Things like this should not scare, or control him.
In his dreams, the woman usually came. She always seduced him, and he ended up making love to her always. After the love-making, the woman always transformed into a demoness, with wings like that of a bat, only magnificently larger and more terrifying.
What is strange is that, they would start making love again, this time; he can feel his body turn into something else. A demon, no doubt, a lord of the abyss.
What is even stranger is the fact that he liked it. He wanted it. He craved to be a demon.
That happened for several days. Tonight, the dream began again. The usual rituals began with the woman, they made love in several different positions, then she turned into a demoness. They made love some more, and he turned into a demon.
Then he dreamed of his wife, Queen Lina Inverse. He dreamt that the demoness told her to destroy her, which he did. The demoness laughed at the spectacle, bringing the curse into a full circle. The demoness told him that no matter what happens, he is under her control.
That was when the screaming began.
He woke up, sweat in beads on his forehead. It was only a dream, he told himself.
The following day, on the Tarsarus throne room, a herald informed him of news from the High Elven King Stormrage. He is being summoned to a meeting, the herald said.
He shook his head at this timely news. What is Furion up to now? This is a time of peace, but something is definitely stirring the balance of Light and Darkness. What that is, he has no idea. Does Furion have the foresight to see all of this? He wondered at his dreams and what they meant.
He loves his wife, the Queen, more anything else in this world. He remembers the times he used to chase after her, to win her heart and love.
When they got married, he was just crowned King of Tarsarus and the entire Human race. Everything was perfect; he had a beautiful wife, the throne of Tarsarus, and no enemies to fend off, except a few bandits here and there. The people loved him and the country grew to be an economic power in the West.
With his healing hands and Furion’s steady guidance, the lands of Azeroth reached its Golden Age. The people of Tarsarus enjoyed almost zero disease, for he taught everyone he can of the ways of the Light.
And now these dreams. Something was haunting him. An unspeakable evil.
“Make ready for my entourage, I leave tomorrow for Everglades.” the King ordered. He shall consult Furion about this madness enveloping him, he decided.
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awesome story, keep updating it and make it novel-like long ^^
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hmm such a timid reaction from fan-fic readers here. anyway here goes chapter 6.
Chapter 6
As much as he hates intra-dimensional traveling, Kelthuzad knows that this is the only way to reach Azeroth. The entire Burning Legion entered the portal weeks ago, and still they have to wait one more week for them to reach their destination.
He watched as the portal dissolve the bodies of the soldiers and turned them into smoky waves, leaving only their consciousness intact. He hated the fact that his body, for several weeks, will be nothing but atoms in the wormhole. His soul will travel along, as well as several thousand others, but this does not comfort him the least.
He went over to Demnok Lannik before they stepped into the portal to discuss if the calculations were perfect. Demnok Lannik just gave him a smug face, insisting that Kelthuzad leave the matters of astral traveling to him.
He tried to sigh, but remembered briefly that he had no body to begin with. They are still in the portal wormhole tunnel. Having nothing to do but wait, he went over the plans in his head.
The Winterchill army will land in the northern sector of the Animalian Kingdom. According to scout reports, the Tauren specie lives there, along with some Bristlebacks. The main army will land at the center of the Kingdom, with luck; they will encounter minimal resistance and few losses on their part. Lannik is to bring down the Infernals in a torrent of fiery rain, and once the Infernals rise, the demons of Hell will follow suit.
The Winterchill army is separated from the main army to block the retreat of the Animalians into the North. They must not pass the Finger of Mammals into the thick forests and cliffs where they will surely alert the sentries of the Elven Kingdom. It is imperative that none survive to tell the North of what will happen here, Kelthuzad thought.
He looked around him; all he could see with his mind are wisps of smoky haze, nothing more. He sure misses his body, he thought.
He also remembered Lucifer’s orders to let a Black Knight pass from the North if they encountered one. Orcs too, are not to be engaged, but rather welcomed as comrades.
Vile Orcs, he thought. Savage beasts of low intellect. Time and time again, they never learn that the Burning Legion is here to use them as puppets. What a sad, pitiful race, he thought. As long as a Pit Lord such as Mannaroth or Azgalor lives, they will be forever slaves to the Legion’s will.
As they approached a brilliant light at the end of the tunnel, he wondered if he, the Lich King, is also a slave to the Legion, just as the Orcs are.
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Luna studied the tone of Mirana’s letter to her. She’s terribly worried, Luna thought. How could that be? How can anyone be afraid in Everglades, the Eternal city of the Once Immortals, with the High King Furion at her presence? How can she be afraid? And what is she afraid of?
She remembered Rikimaru’s letter and her sudden departure to Everglades. The Scourge, ancient enemies of Azeroth. The very word send chills down her spine.
She read the letter one more time to be sure of the news.
Luna,
I’m writing to you from Castle Stormrage. There is a growing tension in the lands, Luna. The High King Furion has ordered the Satyr prince Rikimaru be summoned here. And he also sent word to the Human King Purist Thunderwrath almost a week ago.
We have just received word that the royal Tarsarus entourage was ambushed on the way here, no one was left alive. What is even more shocking is that the King’s body was nowhere to be found. As the investigation goes on, the Commander in chief of the Tarsarus army discussed with Furion what to do next. He ordered the Commander to go to Animalia and personally tell the Queen Lina Inverse what has happened.
Because the ambush was clearly in Orcish territory, humans are now claiming that the orcs are responsible. The Blade Dancer Yurnero arrived here yesterday and claimed innocence of such an attack. He told the High King that he never issued such orders, and since no evidence has linked Orcs to the attack, it will be best to not to prejudge the Orcish Horde.
The situation is very tense here, my sister. The Commander, a handsome man named Davion, also informed the High King that he will bring back Rikimaru. I hope for Rikimaru’s sake that he is found at once, to better clear things up here. Also, the Elvish army is on high alert, but there is a strict news blackout about this, so as not to cause public panic.
The High King left today to converse with the Treants and the Stone Giants. It was such a spectacle watching him teleport, considering his age and weakness, after almost three hours of concentrating, he was finally able to teleport. I hope one day we can learn that craft, but I think that only Furion can do this. He plans to gather all leaders in Everglades before the month ends, he hopes.
With this tragedy, I can only hope that the Queen Lina is alright. She is at Animalia at the moment, sent there as an ambassador of goodwill between Humans and Animalians.
I end this letter with prayers, my sister. Elune’s moonlight be with you.
Mirana
King Purist is missing. What strange hand of fate this is. A Shadow is rapidly rising somewhere, and now the Elves strongest allied race is without a leader.
She prayed to Elune for some good news to be on its way to Everglades.
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Cold darkness crept in the lands of the orcs this night. But the bloodlust in him had boiled to huge proportions. He needs to kill, he thought. He let loose a roar of such intensity that it shook the nearby trees. He violently thrashed around his tent, knocking off objects and furnitures. In his mind, he continued to fight this bloodlust, but it consumed him to his very core.
He stepped out of the tent, held out his hands up high, and screamed at the heavens. He knew the source of all this, it hit him. A Pit Lord has returned to Azeroth, bringing his master with him. Doom had come into this world, and the Pit Lord calls out to him. He cannot fight this, he knew.
When the screaming ended, he turned and looked straight in front of him. The entire Battle Hunger clan was there, eyes burning with bloodlust and hunger for combat.
“Come, my brothers. Let us step into glory once again. Tonight, we will sate the bloodlust in our veins and destroy everything. We will leave no one alive. Glory will be ours!” Axe roared.
“Awooo, Awoo!” the Battle Hunger clan responded, spears and axes clanking in wild frenzy.
“We head South. Our masters are waiting.” Axe ordered.
“Chieftain, the Troll city of Morgrin lies on our path. Shall we convince them to join us?” an orc asked.
“They are weak and petty beings. We will test our new blades on their hides. Kill them all!!”
In wild exultation, the Battle Hunger clan marched South.
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They came in the first light of dawn. Hundreds of Battle Hunger Orcs came to Morgrin and attacked the half-awake trolls. It was a massacre; the Trolls were no match for these oversized brutes.
How can they have grown so powerful, what evil drives them? Jahrakal thought. This is a time of peace, how dare these savages break it. They will answer to the Elves and Men after this slaughter.
He had been fighting for almost an hour now, since the initial wave of Orcs came sweeping in the town. All around him were the dead and the dying, most of them his brethren. He threw his small berserker axe at an orc in front of him. It reached its mark; the axe jammed itself in the forehead of the orc and knocked him off his feet, his brain split open. Next, he turned around and swung the handle of another axe to the side of an attacking orc. The orc doubled up in pain as his ribs were broken at the blow. Jahrakal then proceeded to cut off his throat.
The orcs renewed their onslaught, and Jahrakal continued to fight on. He knew in his mind that the end is near, but he will not go out without a fight. The town is almost overrun by the orcs now.
He ran across the town, throwing axes here and there, some missing its mark. He finally reached the town square, where the fighting was heaviest. The clashes of spears and axes were deafening. In the confusion, the orcs proceeded to burn the houses.
To his left, he saw two orc brutes chop the head of a troll warrior, its leg clearly broken from a fight. In front of him, he saw his close friend Huskar, a Sacred Troll Warrior. He was fighting a large, red brute. He cannot see if Huskar or the brute was winning, everything was smoky from the fires.
All the fighting around him continued. He ran up to Huskar and the red-skinned warrior, preparing to join the fight. Behind him, Rhasta the old Shaman, appeared holding his net.
“You will die, Orc! You shall never set foot in these lands again!” Huskar spat.
“You Trolls are weak, you deserve to die!” the red-skinned warrior said.
Jahrakal prepared himself; this was clearly the leader of the attack. He threw his axes at some orcs, killing two. He then reached for the much larger axes; this is going to be a close-quarter combat. He saw Huskar charge the orc, holding his spear up high. Behind him, Rhasta followed suit.
All three of them charged at the red leader. Funny, he didn’t even flinched, Jahrakal thought. In one instant, Rhasta threw a net at him and caught him off-guard. He saw the net tightened into a knot; he knew instantly that the leader is secured.
Huskar thrust his spear at the orc. The spear bounced off the heavy metal shield the orc was holding. Frustrated, Huskar, held out his spear upright and let out a cry. It took all his strength to wound the orc, Jahrakal thought. He joined the fray by striking the orc with his fast hands.
Their attacks seemed futile as the orc just hid behind the turtle shell of a clearly enchanted shield, Jahrakal thought. The orc was wounded but was still struggling inside the net. He could see the veins in Rhasta’s head almost popping out from the exertion of holding the beast inside the net.
He continued to hammer the shield of the orc, and on his last strike, the orc parried the blow and hit him instead. A deep gash appeared on his chest, making him step back. He watched as Huskar continued hammering the orc.
It was at that moment that he saw it. With blinding speed, the orc parried every single attack of Huskar and sliced his friend in the abdomen. Not to be outdone, Huskar casted a healing spell on himself. Huskar’s attacks went faster and faster; his strikes imbued with such savage ferocity. But the orc just parried them all the time with its lighting fast reflexes.
The net broke loose and Huskar’s advantage turned around. Jahrakal willed himself to get up and help Huskar. He saw his stomach cut open. His insides beginning to flow out of the gaping wound. He steeled himself from the pain and proceeded to attack. But when they attacked him at the same time, the orc landed a blow on them at the same time as well, sending him crashing backwards into the pile of bodies.
He saw his friend Rhasta threw a small bean at the side of the orc. The bean quickly grew into ten serpentine wards, each breathing poison into the orc. The orc rushed to Huskar’s side with suprising speed, his axe held high and mighty. Huskar’s body was glowing with the healing spell he casted earlier, but it did not save him. The orc sliced his neck; his body fell bloodied into the ground.
“NO…” was all Jahrakal could say. He stood up and ran to the orc, who then attacked the serpentine wards with relative ease. The orc then uttered a loud roar, next thing Jahrakal knew; he was uncontrollably attacking the orc. He saw Rhasta throwing small javelins at the orc, who seemed to duck and parry every blow. In one quick swipe, he sent Rhasta flying head first into the dust.
They have to flee, this he knew. He dropped his axes and ran to Rhasta, whose eyes were almost white because of a bruised skull. The orc ran after them, shouting and cursing them to high heaven. He tripped, sending Rhasta crashing into a pile of bodies. He looked at Rhasta and the look on the Shaman’s face was like a mad dog, hungry for more blood. A rabid infection, or just battle hunger, he thought. Finally, the affliction claimed him; his mouth spat blood and was dead.
He summoned all his strength to crawl. His wounds were very deep; he was losing blood in a high rate. Behind him, the orc leader stood.
“The weak do not deserve to live, troll. Your race will be wiped out from the face of this world.”
He felt the cold axe on his back, on his lungs, and through his ribs. His last vision of the world before Death claimed him was Rhasta’s tongue hanging from his mouth.
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AWESOME battle descriptions. I don't know why the fan-fic readers don't post feedback because this is the best fan-fic at the moment IMO! There I said it! keep it up and update it. This is EPIC!
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whoa, thanks for the comment, but there are alot of other good fan-fics here as well.
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