Create Your Own Warcraft Lore!

Post by Morec0

@Neon:
Nerubians vs. Scourge, nice

This only shows the truth of things; all life is consumed by death. You living fools can deny it all you want, but, in time, you too will pass. But the Scourge will remain. Forever.

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Post by HiVolt

Tauman, do you have a title for yours?

Post by Morec0

Was you're for the contest, Taum? Because I really didn't get a sense of tragedy from it...

Post by HiVolt

It was a tragedy that was somewhat outside of the character's development. It would have been regarded as a tragedy from Stormwind's point of view.

Post by Adamsm

Not a contest thing.. merely something I've been thinking of....

The Beast

High above, the twin moons hang in the sky, full and round, sparkling like jewels in dark black. I stare skywards, fear starting to crawl up my body, feeling my insides began to writhe and twist, beginning to pant and groan. It's happening.. for the love of the Light it's happening again and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

It starts at my hands, the sounds of the bones stretching and changing, the vile cracks and snaps as the fingers grow longer and longer, the muscles thickening, the pain, the god awful pain and suffering I can feel. My skin rips and tears, the hair growing free and fast. I fall to the ground, keening in agony as the arms are next.

I watch, moaning, as my arms began to extend, doubling... then tripling in size. The new muscles are seen through the skin, standing out, standing firm, and the pain, it still hurts... I watch as the fur appears there, a wave of it heading up my arms, across my shoulders and down my back and chest.

My shoulder's swell, becoming orc like, massive muscles there. The pain is increasing, I try to fight it, try to block it out, but it's always there. My chest begins to expand, grows larger, everything within it changing and altering, the pain as your organs move and shimmer inside you, like nothing else.

I scream as the tail appears, my legs changing now, the grinding sound of the bones shifting, reversing. I fall forward, down on my hands and feet, resting on all four like it's natural... like it's normal. My face is next, the pain is too much and I feel myself starting to black out, and I try, I want to welcome the sweet relief.. but it won't come, oh no, of course not.

My mouth pushes outwards, becoming a snout, the fangs are next, growing long and thick, so sharp. My ears move up my head, and the sounds... suddenly I can hear, suddenly I can smell.. suddenly I can see. The transformation is finished, I am the wolf, and I throw back my head and howl, long and loud, then turn, hearing the sounds on the other side of the door.....

Post by HiVolt

Worgen transformation, nice.

Post by Adamsm

Heh yeah.... was thinking of taking it farther but the idea of something outside the door well... it writes itself heh.

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Post by Morec0

Heh, not bad.

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Post by HiVolt

Very nice, but I have a question:

Mephistro? did you mean Mephistroth?

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Post by HiVolt

This Week's Challenge:

Write a short in which the setting is a city. It can be any city in the Warcraft Universe, but all of the story must take place there.
Your short must include a section that describes something in minute detail. This can be anything from a gem to a person to a building.

Post by Morec0

Minute reffering to a great ammount of detail. Yes?

Sorry if that seems like a dumb question, brains not awake.

Post by HiVolt

Yeah, that's what I meant.

Post by Adamsm

Welcome to Our Home

The human ambassador shuddered a little, looking up at the massive crystal city as it sat in the shadow of the mountain. "Why me?" The young man thought, sighing as he trudged forward, looking around for his guide, the one who was suppose to show him around the city. "Ah, there you are. May the Naaru light your way." A thick, accented voice called and the human jumped a little, looking around as a figure approached from the entrance in front of him.

He was about to say something but she stepped into the open and his mouth just dropped in shock. She was beautiful, a tall statuesque female, her curves easily visible in the simple leather shirt and pants she wore. Her skin was a bright white colour where it was visible, and her lips were full and red. She had a small cute nose and her eyes glowed with a soft purple light. Her hair was long and wavy, a strange blue colour and curving off her forehead were a pair of small horns. He looked down her body, seeing a tail swishing behind her as she walked, and noticed absently that she had hooves instead of feet.

The Draenei stopped in front of him with a small smile, waiting for him to say something before she laughed and shook her head. "It's rude to stare you know. I am Alnara, and the Prophet has chosen me to escort you around our home and let you see how we live." She spoke softly, the smile still there as the human shook himself and laughed at himself.

"Sorry, it's just.. I've only ever seen the ambassador to Stormwind and well... he's a guy." The human stuttered then held out his hand. "The name is Arthur Leon, sent here by the King to investigate this new city and to learn about your people." He told her, and the Draenei shook his hand before turning and walking back towards the entrance. "Well, come on, we have a lot to see and much to do." She called over her shoulder and Arthur hurried to catch up with her.

The two walked down the corridor into the city and Arthur's eyes were torn away from the female beside him as he looked around. "What is this place?" He asked and Alnara chuckled again, which sent a shiver up the human's spine. "This is the Exodar, our home. At one time, it was part of the great vessel know as the Tempest Keep, but after the invasion of the Blood Elves, we, my people I mean, the Exiles, were forced to board it and attempt to escape. Unfortunately, some Blood Elves were in the ship at the time and sabotaged it, sending us through the Deep Black, and we landed here, on your world." She said, gently patting one of the crystals in the side of the wall. "Watch your step." She cautioned as the human almost fell on some broken part of the corridor. "Sorry, we are trying to fix it as quickly as possible." She told him, smiling at him as they stepped free of the corridor to a section overlook a massive pit.

"This is the center of our ship, and down there." She told him, pointing over the edge with a fond smile. "Is our friend and ally, O'ros of the Naaru. He willingly made the trip here with us, powering the ship to try to help us escape." Alnara said and bowed low, then motioned the human to follow her. As they started down a ramp she pointed to a building on their right. "The inn is there, if you feel tired and require sleep." She told him and he nodded, looking around in partial wonder at the city of crystals.

"We call this section of the city, the Seat of the Naaru." Alnara said, and Arthur nodded, then noticed work going on at a building in front of them. "What' going in there?" He asked, looking over at the Draenei who smiled. "That is our 'Bank', and we will have mages in soon to connect to the rest of the banks around the world." She told him and started off again, the human running a little to keep up to her strides.

The two stepped into area and Arthur narrowed his eyes, seeing something moving just at the edge of his vision. "What's with all the water?" He asked, looking over at his guide who chuckled. "This is the Crystal Hall, where our Shamans study the World and teach the next generation. It is presided over by the Broken Shaman, Farseer Nobundo, a Draenei of great wisdom and power." She said, bowing towards a raised tier. "Can I meet him?" Arthur asked and she shook her head yes. "But not at the moment." She pointed upwards where a flash of fire was seen followed by a raised voice and the sound of laughter. "He's teaching and we don't want to be there." Alnara said and moved, the human looking back once before following again.

They went back through the Seat of the Naaru, and entered into another area. "This is the Tradesmen Terrace. It is here that most of our metalworking, tailoring and other things occur. Your land has new metals gems and cloths we have never seen before and we are enjoying learning how to use them." She told him, walking through the center, nodding at the people there. Arthur carefully watched where he was stepping, as the ground was cracked and broken here. "We are working on fixing that." She said over her shoulder and he grumbled a little, not yet seeing the woman put one foot wrong.

"And finally, welcome to the Vault of Lights." Alnara said, and Arthur gasped, surprised by the light here. There were great crystals everywhere, and strange see through images floating in the air. "Here is where our Light blessed warriors train, and where our leader." She bowed as she spoke these words. "The Prophet Velen resides. Follow me please, he wishes to speak with you." She told the slightly bemused human, and started off, Arthur following, looking at the images.

"What are those?" He asked, seeing the image of a female demon that he himself had seen a few times with warlocks. "Those are informers; we keep track of the Demons of the Legion, and let our younger warriors learn about them beofre they fight." She answered, a strange look in her eye as they passed a larger creature, the smirk evident on it's face even as an image.

They moved up a flight of stairs and Alnara dropped into a deep bow, pulling Arthur down with her. "That's not necessary Alnara, you know this." A voice spoke, and Arthur raised his head, seeing the leader of the Draenei for the first time. Like the others, he was tall, but unlike them, the human could see the great age of the being in front of him. "So, this is the ambassador of the humans hm?" The Prophet spoke, his voice a little dry, but the humour was heard in it as well. The elder stepped forward, his hand held out and Arthur shook it, surprised by the power and strength still in the body.

"So, how do you find our city?" Velen asked with a smile, seeing a light in the human's eyes.

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Post by Orranis

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"...And thus, the Warchief left to battle the demonic Elemental, proudly leaving Garrosh, son of the hero Grommash Hellscream, in his wake. Some say "Like father like son". I could not agree less. The Warchief left a great hero to lead the Horde to glory so that he may band with an Elven druid so that he could save the world. These are the thoughts of a fool, blinded by his pride in an old deceased friend, who could see only greatness in his friend's son.

It started off much like the Horde of old. He took advice from his elders, and eventually formed the Councils of the Valleys. Strength, Wisdom, Honor and Spirits these councils discussed. It included many well-known Horde members, such as Nathanos Blightcaller and Varok Saurfang, as well as the leaders of the specific races. The masses were taken aback by his sudden respect, and for a few moments it even looked as though things would turn out well. He would reign his chaotic side in until Thrall returned, and then all would be good and well.

If only it had been that simple. Thrall and Malfurion went to battle Ragnaros, and it was a titanic battle that seemed to go on forever. Soon, as there always is, there was a victor. The charred bodies of Druids and Shamans littered the fire lands, there blood evaporating from the heat. Sulfuras had found it's mark, and the great Thrall is now no more than a mound of ash.

After that, things changed. It started the very day that Thrall was killed. Garrosh called all of Orgrimmar to the valley of spirits, where they mourned for the great Shaman. Afterward, he calls a meeting for the council. He hosts it in his hall. At first it was viewed as a generous act, but soon they learned why he offered. The first thing that was noticed was a new council member, Magatha Grimtotem. Then it was the Kor'kron slowly encircling the members of the council. 'What is the meaning of this?' Cried Cairne Bloodhoof, watching the malicious Orcs close in on him. 'Your end.' replies Garrosh bluntly. In a whirlwind of steel and flame, blood was spilled. Only six in the room survived. Two Kor'Kron of the chamber remained standing. It seemed Magatha was never targeted, as she remained untouched. Garrosh of course, still sat upon his throne, though he looked unsatisfied. This was because two of the council members escaped. The Dark Lady, her grace, always expected everything and was out at the first hint of an attack, her arrows shot through the air, as two guards groaned and fell, and she dashed out the door. Varok Saurfang to, whirled his axe and many warriors fell to it, then he ran. Nathanos, following instructions from her highness Windrunner, also escaped.

From there, it went downhill faster than a knife falls. Magatha took control of the Tauren, and Garrosh persuaded the Orcs to be almost completely under his command. He evicts all those who are not Orcish or Tauren from the inner circle of Orgrimmar. Garrosh Sylvanas escaped the city, and the Forsaken secede the Horde. The Blood Elves to, quickly leave. Saurfang forms a group of Trolls who are against this tyrannical rule. Tauren and Orcs who think this dishonorable also soon join. Then, Nathanos Blightcaller and the few Forsaken who remained in the city joined.

The group calls itself Heralds of Autumn, because they represent the falling off of the decayed "leaves" so that new and pure ones could grow. We are a group of assassins who target higher members of the corrupt Horde, and leave the misguided masses to be.

I am on a mission from Nathanos, to slay Gorun Fangpelt, a high ranking commander in the Kor'kron that enforces the blasphemous rules of Garrosh. I see him. I jump from rooftop to rooftop, waiting for him to enter The Drag. He does. I see the green muscles of his neck relaxed. Soon they would be very very tense. He had characteristic red eyes, and a head that seemed dwarfed by his body. He wore orange armor, and sported a long beard. He wore no chest plate, perhaps he thought himself stronger and fearless that way. The fool would realize his vain mistake helped get him killed. I would strike their. He had a large axe at his waist, with a black handle and a very well crafted blade, that shined and you felt you could feel it's edge just by looking at it. I jump down. A muffled thump is heard. He turns around confused. He sees only darkness. As he squints, he notices that one of the shadows has a humanoid shape. Then he sees it moving. He reaches for his axe, but it was too late. My blade is already in his stomach. I can feel it tear through muscle as he falls to the ground, and a small pond of blood begins to collect under him. Any bystander would see only a dark haze above him, a trick of the dim light to their eyes. I walk out of the inner district, where I resume my form of rotted flesh and bone, eager to one day have my blade at the unprotected form of Garrosh himself.

Perhaps we should take a poll on who wins, just for bragging rights?

Post by HiVolt

Perhaps we should take a poll on who wins, just for bragging rights?

Eh, that's not really the point of the challenges. They're more to practice writing skills than anything else.

Speaking of the challenges though, I should probably update the OP, heh.

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