The Faceless

The Faceless

Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 10:58 am

w00t, I have returned to this fan fic section after a long hiatus.

It's been long since I posted my stories here for some reasons. But I've been writing lately in some other forum and I think i want to share it with my fellow DS members here. Please be informed that this might be the last ever story I will post here ...Or maybe second last, either way, I will stop writing for some time and focus on something else.

So...Here goes nothing right? Enjoy this first few chapters and I will cook up with some more chapters soon. Cheers~
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 10:58 am

=+Prologue+=

Pugna hastened, his skeletal feets strode across the broken cobblestone path, moss gathered at his feet. He hated those moss, reminds him of his previous incarnate, where his sergeant and comrades always picked on him for the fun of it, they would throw him onto the ground and stomped on his head faced-down, all because he was the weak one, the disliked one, Pugna would then choke in mouthful of dirts, moss included. Pugna's greenish orb eyes blazed when he thought of that. "Filthy humans,"he mumbled. He took a glance at his feet, but dispelled the thought of stopping and cleaning it, he'll have time for that later, meanwhile he is dealing with a matter of utmost importance. In his right arm he held a crystal orb, churning like a maelstrom inside, a whirlpool of obsidian substance, the Orb of Far Seeing it's named.

Pugna was nearing the Tower of Kel'Thuzad, it towered high in the pitch black midnight sky, dark clouds seems to gather at the pinnacle of the structure, crows whisper of the evil within. Pugna was always fascinated by the majestic and evil aura generated by the tower, by how the tower seems to dance in a slow tempo with the red crescent moon hung in the starless sky. Nevertheless, he hurried towards the tower, he tightened the Orb of Far Seeing around his arm, wrapping it up in his cloth and stepped into the wicked tower. The doors creaked slowly as it shutted behind Pugna.

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Kel'Thuzad drummed his fingers against the armrest of his chair, the other hand supporting his chin. He had been one of the best strategist of the Scourge army, too indispensible to lose. But even his brilliant tactics can't improve the situation any further. The Scourge is losing grounds, the outposts of the frontline are being raided and captured one by one, supplies for the advance camp depleted rapidly over the weeks. It seems like the Sentinel had gained a strong weapon, one that granted them that little edge in battle, that courage to drive so deep into Scourge territory to fight with full morale. What could it be? Kel'Thuzad's eyes rolled in frustration, he shot his bony hands at a scroll on his table and flung it across the room, if the situation does not get well anytime soon, his stint will end. All hopes to pave way for the Burning Legion shattered. The Lich King would not be pleased.

While he was still pondering what step to take next, Pugna barged into his room with an orb in his hands, his orb eyes flickering. Pugna gave Kel'Thuzad a worried look, which in turn worried the undead sorcerer more.

"Sorry to interfere at this time in the most impolitest of ways, Master Kel'Thuzad," Pugna bowed a little but hastily resumed his speech," There's something I think you would want to see. I present you the Orb of Far Seeing, Master Kel'Thuzad."

Without waiting for Kel'Thuzad to ask him forth, Pugna walked across the room and placed the greyish orb on an orbstand on Kel'Thuzad's table, it started to vibrate gently. He then backed off a little but near enough to see the images in the orb..

Kel'Thuzad made no comments on his abrupt arrival, instead he witnessed the ever whirling subtances in the orb intendly. The orb began to shake and slowly grew violent as images began to form within the orb, blur images of many figures. Soon the figures became animated, it began to show of an event unfolding. A battle, Kel'Thuzad presumed, for there are noises of swords clashing with swords, arrows with shields. The orb came to a standstill when the images became clear, Kel'Thuzad can see two armies battling. His unholy army, and the Sentinel scums, Kel'Thuzad recognized. The terrain was dark and mossy, grasses barely grew, gnarled trees standing in the midst of the battle, it was a Scourge outpost.


Kel'Thuzad wasn't impressed with Pugna and his apparent joke at this time, with annoyance he said," This is the capture of the western outpost a week ago..."

"Yes, Master Kel'Thuzad, it was indeed."

"And what significant importance does it brings? I see nothing but the our ghouls being thrashed!"

"Master Kel'Thuzad, look closer in the orb, you'll fine the answer to your questions." Pugna backed down a bit, clearly expecting that Kel'Thuzad would shot a spell at him any moment.

Kel'Thuzad's vision shifted from the skeleton mage back to the orb, to his surprise, the orb focused onto two men. One of them wielded a bright sword shimmering blinding lights, the other handling a mace, both ferocious fighters but seemed to dance elegantly in the battlefield and killing without effort. It was no surprise that the both of them decimated almost half of the ghouls the Scourge lost that day, Kel'Thuzad was impressed instead of worried that the Sentinel had got these two fine warriors, if only he can get them to join the cause of the Scourge.

"Who are these two?" Kel'Thuzad asked in a demanding tone.

Giving off a short wicked chuckle, Pugna replied," They are the best warriors from Theramore that the Sentinels recruited lately. The one wieding the sword, Radiance they named, is called Thescion, former Captain of Cavalry in Theramore. It was a legend that his sword was forged using a meteorite that was claimed to come from the sun. The other, the blonde warrior, is Drake, nothing fancy about him in particular, except for that he was once a mighty gladiator in Theramore, and he was never beaten in any single match while wielding his weapon of choice, which of course, is the mace."

Kel'Thuzad admired the warriors. "And your plan?" Kel'Thuzad asked, half guessing.

Pugna grinned," You know what we do best, Master Kel'Thuzad. We'll 'persuade' them to get them to fight for us. He he he..."

Kel'Thuzad too grinned, of all the mortal races, human minds are the weakest, easiest to corrupt in Scourge term. This opportunity rose in the best time, they shall not fail. "Both will make a fine addition to the army, but I doubt it'll be easy to corrupt the knight. He was, afterall, a captain of the royal cavalry in Theramore, and their first priority is always loyalty to the country. " Kel'Thuzad thought. "But then the gladiator, ah yes, gladiators are much more...greedy...ambitious...lusted..."

Staring at Pugna, Kel'Thuzad asked,"And how might you weave the corruption?"

=+The End of Prolouge+=
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:00 am

=+Chapter One: Retreat+=

It's been more than a month since Furion sent orders to push deep into Scourge territory in the Western Plains, bloods were shed, tears flowed, but it's all for survival of Azeroth, for if the Scourge claims the magic that the World Tree protects, Burning Legion will once again set foot on Azeroth and taint the lands with demonic chaos.

Thescion laid on the grassy floor, basking in the evening sun, pondering. "What's next?" he thought. It's been a month or so since Furion sent him and Drake to spearhead the push into the Scourge territory, and it's been one weary month for Thescion. His troops had been encouraging at least, they fought all the way into the Scourge realm without a single battle lost, retreating back to the borders now to resupply and wait for further orders. The Sentinel will not make a final push unless they are sure, and Furion knows his men well, they are incapable of penetrating the fortified defense in the deeper regions of the Scourge lands.

"Thinking of something?" a familiar voice spoken. For a moment Thescion thought that the wind talked to him.

A blonde man stepped between the setting sun and Thescion, sending a long shadow with golden edges on him. Drake smiled and then sat beside Thescion, who sat up from his laying position. Thescion was always delighted to have company, especially when he had lived a loner's life. Being a captain wasn't easy to mix around, he too had to keep his image as a fearless, respected leader and refrain from much interactions with his men.

"Not really...Just idling," Thescion replied, patting the grasses off his back.

Thescion had been good friends with Drake for a long time ever since they were kids, only to lose further contact when Drake, who was an orphan, was sold by his foster guardians to the colloseum for money, Thescion never saw him after that incident until now. Drake was freed as a gladiator when Furion saw his talents and recruited him to join the Sentinel army, he never looked back since, leapfrogging all other Sentinel elites and gaining a very good reputation on his way among the ranks. Thescion was also recruited by Furion at about the same time with Drake, he too, shared the top spot with Drake, both becoming good friends again through that process.

Drake looked into the sun, it was a breath-taking view, sun half setting in the horizon, clouds dangled around the orange giant, framed by forest of trees swaying in the mild wind, trees that looks as if they are an army of treants. Drake exhaled slowly and spoke," How I wish we are back home in Theramore..."

"But why? It's better out here, we are doing well in this war, we'll win it for the Sentinels together."

"Yea I know, we'll be glorious after that. But I'm tired of glories, I just want to live peacefully for the rest of my life after all those years of fighting. This war is very exhausting, the Scourge is not an easy opponent, I doubt if we can even push any further, they'll reorganized their defense for sure...Besides, Marianne has finally decided we'll get married, isn't that a great reason to go back?" Drake beamed with joy when he talked of Marianne, who was a childhood friend together with Thescion.
Thescion didn't like it when Drake talked about Marianne. True, he was happy that both of them, but Thescion never understood why Marianne chose Drake over himself. He was much better compared to Drake. Just why, he wondered.

"It's a dilemma we face, if we do not fight them, the consequences will haunt us for generations, we wouldn't want that would we?"

Thescion and Drake both remained silent, Thescion's heart burning inside. An awkward silence followed.


But soon a rider came to them, holding a scroll of parchment in his hands.It was sealed with what only can be Furion's purple seals. "Sire, we've just received a message from the High Druid Malfurion Stormrage, requesting our army to fall back to the World Tree Sentinel Base."

=+The End of Chapter One+=
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:00 am

=+Chapter Two: Visitor+=

Furion stared up the night sky scattered with stars. Tonight has been calm in the Ashenvale forest. His silvery eyes reflected the moonlight like a mirror, receiving the grace of Elune. He tucked his hand into a pouch on his belt and groped for something, some powder that glows a silvery light, a radiance as pure as Goddess Elune herself, he clenched a handful of it and raised it to face level. Furion inhaled the powder, and threw the powder into the air. A gust, commanded by Furion, blew when he did so, scattering the glittering powders, and sustaining the powder in the air.

It formed various sort of unidentified shapes, morphing from one to another. Furion closed his eyes, and chanted something in druidic tongue. The wind gusted strongly as he raised his staff with both of his hands, but the shining substance remained unaffected and hung in the air.

Furion stopped chanting, and the wind died out, but not the silvery powder, it shifted shape in a furious manner, finally slowed down and showed a sequence of blur silvery images. At first a dragon, bronze in colour, which Furion knew as Nozdormu, the Timeless One, Keeper of the pass, present and future. The dragon flew with escorts, but later froze in mid-flight. Then the silver powders unscrambled the image and formed a new image, a human. No, rather a inhuman figure with a nasty body that seemed as if he was transfigured. Nothing was distinctive about the abomination, but soon, it sped, faster than wind, faster than even a sound could travel. Appearing in a place and then another in split seconds, defying time which is the realm the great bronze Nozdormu guards. Furion studied it in awe, wondering what is it.

The silver powders faded, leaving traces of glitters in the forest floor. Furion's divination has bettered the previous results, but was proved fruitless yet again, as he was unable to find out what exactly was it. He sighed.

The Scourge has not strike back on the Sentinels, which seemed odd. Thescion and Drake pushed so far into the Scourge lands, yet there are not a strong resistance. Furion pulled back the force to the border, and later determined that even the border is not safe enough if the Scourge has planned a surprise counter-attack for them, could it be linked to the humanoid he saw in his divination? Has Kel'Thuzad found a weapon and is now waiting for the opportunity to unleash it upon them? Anyway it just seemed not right that the Scourge has not made any attacks or raids during the last month, so...un-Scourge-like. Kel'Thuzad is really a cunning foe, Furion thought.

But anyway he had sent Thescion and Drake back to Theramore for a short break off the war, no point pushing them to the limit if they die of fatigue and not injury. Besides they would be safe from any Scourge surprises, which is currently Furion's main concern.

While the night drifted on, Furion tried another divination again, trying his luck, hoping that mother nature will somehow should him some clue, with at least a scent to pick up on.

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The icy snow crumbled easily under the foot of Thescion, he has been walking for the whole morning on the edge of the forest, the snow capped trees stood still as if saluting the captain's march. Snowflakes rained on the field like floating diamonds, glittering in the mistly morning. Thescion tucked both of his gloved hands into his side pockets, shielding it from the harsh cold. This winter was one of the worst ever, the icy wind pierced through Thescion's fine leather robes like sharp needles, but it doesn't stop him from hunting every morning. Thescione scanned the vast field for any games, none was spotted. Disappointed, he walked on, the bow strapped over his shoulder and his quiver of arrows hung low at his waist.

A snowflake fell onto his nose, The captain grabbed hold of it and crushed it in his hands, not of anger, but of the feeling of helplessness.
It's been two months since Furion ordered the army back, and the two captains to await further orders in Theramore. The order never came until this day, even though the conflict at the border continues. Thescion lived through the days with a rountine that gradually became a mindless one. Waking up daily before the sun rises, prepares his weapons and rations, hunt for winter hares the whole morning, returning to his manor in the afternoon to practise his skills in the yard, spend the night in the library and reads until he fall asleep. The manor was lifeless and hollow, only him and his old housekeeper reside in it, his family died years ago. Loneliness was due to consume him if it wasn't for his pet falcon. Thescion don't get many visitors lately, even Drake, only to come to invite Thescion to his wedding with Marianne, Thescion reluctantly accepted but he knew he wouldn't attend. Thescion tried to rule out that it was jealousy, he couldn't .

The sun was nearly blocked out in the sky, the gust whipped into Thescion's body. A snowstorm is coming. Quickly, the captain took big strides on the thick snow, hoping he will get back before the the storm comes.

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Snows driven by the strong gust rained heavily on the manor, Thescion can feel the slight tremor even when his house is made of strong masonry. Thescion lit a camp fire on the living room floor and sat by the flame, where insulation is the best. The old housekeeper will was away for the night so nobody would nag on him for making a mess. He took out pieces of meat and roasted it on the flame, he will have those for dinner. The gale sounded like an eerie howl outside, it sent a chill down his spine when he thought of going through the night alone in the big old manor.

The fire was soothing in the dusty living hall, Thescion nearly fell asleep and lunging face first into the flame while barbecueing his meal. Thescion was about to consume the delicious looking meat when someone knocked on the door, shouting desperately for help. Annoyed, he reluctantly stood up, walking in slow steady steps to the door and half expecting who is the person at the door.

"Who could it be?" He thought.

As he unlocked the massive doors, the sudden gust drove the door wide open, sending Thescion stumbled and falling onto the floor. Walls of snow came raining on him and Thescion cursed himself for being foolish enough to unlock the door with the storm raging outside. The door was shut closed by the dark figure as soon as he entered the manor, the figure too, cursed under his panting breathes.

Thescion pushed himself up and squinted to take a good look at the person, a silhoutte of a short hunched person. Or rather, a troll, Thescion recognized. Brushing the snows off his whole body, the troll walked to Thescion in light steps, with a staff in his left hand that is supporting his weight.

"Ya alright, mon?" The troll asked, offering his right hand to Thescion, grinning politely with his tusks shimmering in the flickering light.

Thescion took his hands and pulled himself up, the troll was quite strong even if he looked old, he was hooded but Thescion can see clearly he had white hairs and slightly wrinkled face skins. Something about him that portrayed a sense of wisdom, immense but dark, as if his shadow looms high over anyone else.

"Forgive my late intrusion. But I was caught in the snow and walked for hours and hours before finding your house. I would had frozen to death if it wasn't for your kindness."

The troll unhooded himself, and further brushed any traces of snow on his outer cloak. Thescion noticed the Sentinel's emblem sewed onto the hood of the troll.

"You fight the Sentinel's war?" Thescion questioned, not believing the coincidence.

Puzzled, the troll replied," Aye sir, veteran field doctor. 'Tis everyone's war to be exact, without the Sentinel army the whole world would have been decimated by now. And you, mon, may I know how are you called?"

"The name's Thescion, Captain of Sentinel Vanguards."

The troll's eyes widened to get a better look at the captain, and immediately down to one knee. "I be humbled by captain's presence. Again, forgive my manners for intruding captain's manor without prior notice."

"You can save the formalities, doctor, please rise. And may I know your name?"

"Sir can call me Vol'Jin," the troll pushed himself up with the help of his staff. He eyed the captain with full respect.

"Vol'Jin...That name rings a bell. Are you the Head of Doctors during the spearhead campaign I led?"

"Aye, I be the Head of Doctors. Potions are my specialty."

"Great! Such a coincidence brought us together at this odd times. Come, let us feast, I was getting the dinner ready. I hope it's not overcooked," Thescion invited the troll doctor.

"Me be pleasured to have a meal together with captain." The troll bowed and followed Thescion to the campfire.

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=+The End of Chapter Two+=

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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:01 am

=+Chapter Three: Tichronos+=

"Are you sure of this, Master Kel'Thuzad?" Pugna asked.

Drumming his fingers on his table, Kel'Thuzad rolled his icy orb eyes. "Have patience. I know it's been long, but we'll achieve very desirable results in the end. My plan never fails to succeed."

Pugna went silent, he scurried a few steps backward, head facing the floor. The captain of Lich King, turned his vision to the Orb of Far Seeing, focusing on a rather old troll in the hospitality of the notorious Captain Thescion. Odd choice it may seem, but he prefer to keep his target unawared with peoples that seemed to pose no threat. Soon, he'll get them, one of them if not both, Furion will have neither of the warriors in the end.
Kel'Thuzad tapped on the orb, the obsidian substances inside churned and swirled before settlling to reveal an orc, handling a seemingly
weapon of death, a deadly looking poleaxe.


The lich laughed sinisterly, curling his long skeletal fingers around the orb to cup it in his hand. "You'll see...Sentinel scums...When Nozdormu no longer governs time..."


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Mogul Khan led the small troops of ghouls and skeletal mages through the winding dunes of Tanaris. Under the blazing sunlight, the unholy army didn't slow down a beat, neither will Mogul allow them to. They are on a mission, one that held the key to victory as Kel'Thuzad has claimed. So important that only the lich and Mogul knew of it. The Khan has been granted the honor to succeed it. Succeed he will, Mogul assured. And the lich has indicated that he will not tolerate failure.

Striding side by side to the orc is a massive abomination that was sewn together from different corpses, it held a nasty looking meathook in one rotten hand, a hook that is capable of impaling Mogul straight through his body, it dangled menancingly. The butcher's knife he held on the other hand is smeared with purplish blood not of any race but of undead ghouls. Pudge, they called him. A new breed created by the Shadowmage Council under the leadership of the troll shadow priest Dazzle. Mogul has seen the bulky and clumsy thing being tested by fighting other ghouls, the abomination teared all of them into shreds with his hook, he devoured all fifty ghouls that tried him. Though the axe doesn't had a keen sense of smell, the rotting smell got the best of him.

"When be there?" Pudge growled. It swung its hook around in annoyance, but was being careful not to hit anyone. Mogul was sometimes marveled at the creatures delicate control of his hook, how it was able to hook someone one hundred yards away without effort, as if it was made to kill from distance.

"Soon."

Mogul ignored him, he concentrated on their trail, now getting harder to tread as they move from sandy desert to one with many rock formations towering way above. The number of rock pillars got denser as they marched on, the road getting tighter and narrower between each pillars. They are near, Mogul noted, the rocks indicated so. He asked them to walk low and keep a constant eye at the sky, ready to duck behind the high rocks when threat surfaces. For the first time in the burning heat, the fearless Khan sweated. They are not dealing with ordinary foes, but one so mighty they are regarded as guardians of Azeroth.


They heard a roar overhead. Mogul spun around and pressed his back against a tall rock under its shadows, so did the handful of ghouls and undead mages. Pudge tried the best he can to hide, under the shadows next to Mogul Khan. The abomination tighten his grip around the hook, ready to swing it if needed so.

"Steady Pudge, it's not the one we need," Mogul said. He scanned the sky for the source of the roar, a bright bronze ray reflected into his eyes.

High up the sky the dragon flew and circled, roaring. The band of undeads stayed still, nobody moving, looking at the airborne dragon nervously. Has the dragon discovered them? Mogul can only come to that conclusion.

The dragon roared again, this time it was joined by half a dozen more in flight. Mogul was drenched in his own sweat, he raised a hand, assuring to others that they are yet to be discovered by the bronze giants. Pudge let out a soft growl.

The dragons lowered their altitude, circling in the air as they did so. They charged towards the ground at full speed, led by the biggest dragon of the pack.

The axe knew they are discovered, but he was yet to yell out an order. The others eyed the leader, half panicking.

"Wait till their at ground level, they can't fight us here under the rocks," Mogul said.

The dragons accelerated, charging towards the rocks at full speed, beating their leathery wings with intense power. Mogul can feel their overwhelming raw strength even while the bronze leviathans are still high above in the air. He squinted, mind focused. Mogul knew well the dragons can't fit into the narrow rock formations without hurting themselves and placing them in threat of the undeads. The dragons hastened nevertheless.

The leading dragon let out another roar, the undeads made ready for the impact. The Khan's hands wrapped around his poleaxe tightly and Pudge on his meathook.

A ripple formed in mid air above them, one like a stone falling into a water surface, breaking the tension. The epicenter, a spinning vortex portal, created a strong gravity. Mogul felt himself being lighter, some loose rocks and stones slowly vibrated and eventually was sucked into the portal. The sight of this abnormanlity caused uncertainty in the undeads and Mogul.


The bronze flight flew full speed towards the portal, now cracking with immense magic. They entered, all seven of them vanishing one by one into the dark hole. As the last of the dragons disappeared into the portal, it gradually shrunk. The ripple effect faded as the hole in reality was reduced to nothing. Mogul felt his weight returning to him, he sighed in relieve. The tense moment has past. They are undetected by the dragons after all.


Mogul looked at the skies again, making sure that the leviathans are all gone. It made sense to the orc, the bronze are known to guard the flow of time, and therefore they're very capable of traveling through it. They must have went somewhere in some era through that portal they've passed.

The undeads came out of hiding and rallied to Mogul's call. They quickly assembled into a formation and marched on, maneuvering between the rock pillars and arches, pressing on through tight and narrow passes. Soon, they reached a wide opening, the rock formations went scarce, only big and round rocks dotted the sandy area.

"Tread lightly," the Khan commanded, wary of his surrounding.

Far across the sandy terrain stood ruined remains of a big building. The Caverns of Time.

Mogul felt a slight disturbance as he neared the building with every step, he felt like he'd lost track of the time, as if the time itself was playing, fast forwarded into the future and at the same time rewinding into the pass. Random images flashed in Mogul's mind, but it felt so real that

Mogul is certain that he is reliving in those moments. One struck him hard, one during the Second War. How the Bloodied Axe Clan was totally massacred by a human ambush, how they fought valiantly but failed to save themselves, how the humans circled him and skewered him with spears over and over again, Mogul remembered all in that instance.

I failed to save my own clan...My men...I failed them all...

"Khan?" A voice asked. Mogul turned his vision to found the abomination Pudge speaking to him. Obviously they've waited for their leader to lead their next move. Shaking his head, Mogul tried to ignore those vivid visions in his mind, he serve the Lich King now, and he was honored with an important task, he will accomplish it and please the lord, no more will he live by the ways of the Horde.
Mogul scanned the horizon around the Caverns of Time, but had no sight of what they seek.

"Walk near the rocks, we'll approach the Caverns of Time, be wary..."

They threaded on the sand, heads low and constantly watching at the skies. A skeleton mage noticed a shining dot in the sky approaching at high speed. "A bronze, east sky," he said, pointing at the growing dot.

"Quick, his behind the rocks," Mogul ordered, no one dared to disobey. Mogul hid behind a giant rock with Pudge beside him, they popped out their head just to spy the incoming dragon.

If the previous dragons they saw are huge, the only word suitable for the giant of the sky now is colossal, it dwarfed any one of them by double. The wingspan so wide that it casted shadows enough to eclipse a town, and it beated with tremendous power, driving the dragon forth in the speed of sound.

The dragon swooped low in the sands before flying up again. It perched on top of the ruined building, massive paws gripping the stone masonries, creating cracklines. It folded its leathery wings and gracefully stretched its neck, supporting its head up high. The bronze widened its maw and inhaled a large amount of air. Then, the dragon roared, a deadly roar loud enough to split anyone's eardrum if they are close enough.

Even Mogul, who is far away, covered his ears. The intense roar almost cracking the earth.

Despite the loud roar, Mogul smiled. For a long time he fought against the Sentinels, none posed a greater challenge than this one creature. His blood pounded, Mogul was excited even though his foe is not an easy one, he's determined.
The dragon needed not an introduction, it's none other than Nozdormu's second in charge. One that overlooks the flow of time in the absence of the great bronze aspect.

"Tichronos..." Mogul whispered.

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=+The End of Chapter Three: Tichronos+=
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:10 am

actually, Kel thuzad isn't the lich king it's only lich's assistant or servant(something like that) But I liked it [=D
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:22 am

lol ... i thought the story was about Darkterror ... lol anyways ... nice story !
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 12:17 pm



i never mentioned that kel'thuzad is the lich king, i mentioned kel;thuzad is the lich, he serves the lich king.



yes it is about darkterror, more to his origins
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 1:11 pm

"Thread lightly," the Khan commanded, wary of his surrounding.

TREAD LIGHTLY

other then that

great

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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 1:37 pm

oh yea...lol..typo

feel free to comment or point out mistakes, but i will not tolerate flames like "this sucks" or "get a life"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:38 pm

THIS SUCKS, GO GET A LIFE. SERIOSULY.

XD. Kidding, nice to see u back. But i didnt bother to go through the whole thing. I dont have the time and i am too tired. So tomorrow then, eh?
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:52 pm

Helluva nice story...
keep up the good job
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 10:48 am

good story. i like it!
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