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Post by
Patty
“All aboard!” Yelled a crier, standing on a wooden crate at the Stormwind harbour. A young man with a slight build and dark, straggly hair walked slowly, in awe of the ship in front of him. “Isn’t she beautiful?” He whispered, staring at the beauty of the
Lion’s Valour
. He had packed minimally, taking only some changes of clothing and a few gold. He was wearing an ill-fitting, ragged grey shirt and some black trousers.
The boy walked along the docks, where he saw many people already gathered. He tried to move through the crowd, but he was pushed back. Standing on a bench, he saw why.
At the bridge linking the ship to the docks, a heavily armoured Knight was kneeling. At his side was a man with long, dark hair in a foxtail wearing a crown. The human blushed, honoured to be in these valiant heroes’ presence.
“Rise, Bolvar.” Smiled King Varian, bowing to the former regent.
“My lord, I promise to do my utmost to make safe this city, and all of her allies!” Exclaimed the man, causing thunderous applause and loud cheering.
“I know you will, brother.” Said the King of Stormwind, gripping Bolvar’s shoulder. “The Valiance expedition will rid this land of the taint of the Scourge. Arthas will pay dearly for his crimes!” Cheered Varian, turning and kissing Bolvar on the forehead.
“Stay safe.” He whispered. Bolvar nodded, walking onto the ship. Varian walked reluctantly stormed through the crowd, who immediately cleared a path for their monarch. Unfortunately, a dwarf was knocked into the sea, dazed. “Ouch!” Thought the young human, shaking his head as guards pulled the dwarf out of the water.
A crier unrolled a large piece of parchment, and began yelling names. As the adventurers were called onto the large vessel, the commoners cheered for them. Slowly, the crowd dwindled. “Darrick Trueheart” Called the woman in a shrill voice. The human scrambled on board, and was pointed to his quarters by an unpleasant gnome.
The room was small, the wooden walls rickety and he sat on his bed, which was rock-hard. He thought as he unpacked his few belongings into a small drawer underneath his bed. King Varian’s words rung truly in the boy’s ears.
“Arthas will pay dearly for his crimes!” Muttered Darrick, taking off his leather boots.
---
The wind swept uncontrollably on the unstable zeppelin. On the deck, a female Forsaken sat on the wood, weeping.
“Meriella, you weakling.” Hissed a male undead, walking past her. The undead known as Meriella ignored the man, clenching a letter tightly in her hands.
The Dark Lady’s plans were about to be unveiled. But, did the fragile woman want to see what her Queen had planned? Her hands shook.
“Listen, lady, get outta the deck, right? Yer in the way.” Said a goblin engineer. The undead sighed, walking slowly downstairs. Meriella smelled something. It was time to feed.
“Get your tissues here!” Called a forsaken, the undead queuing with trays in their rotten hands. “Fluid for sale!” Yelled a banshee.
Meriella bought a thigh, and dipped it in tissue fluid for extra flavour. She ripped at it with her molars like a piece of meat, and smirked as the juices of the muscles trickled on her tongue.
“This tastes better than last night’s!”
Thought the undead, tearing at her meal intensively.
A loud fog horn bellowed, and the zeppelin reverberated.
“Vengeance landing, right ahead!” Shouted a goblin. Mariella sprinted up the stairs, seeing the glorious base of her people.
“Arthas, now it’s the time for
our
revenge.”
She thought, cackling madly.
Post by
Patty
Nice Like to see this continued :)
Love how you described the Forsaken Food, as we don't know what they eat :)
Most likely continued, but also it's likely to be a fairly short series.
Post by
Adamsm
Nice Like to see this continued :)
Love how you described the Forsaken Food, as we don't know what they eat :)
Most likely continued, but also it's likely to be a fairly short series.
Ends at Wrathgate?
Post by
Morec0
Forsaken... those vile betrayers. It almost sad, really, they chose weakness over all, had they simply given their wills to the Lich King, they wouldn't have to worry about being "mindless."
Pathetic fools.
Post by
Patty
Forsaken... those vile betrayers. It almost sad, really, they chose weakness over all, had they simply given their wills to the Lich King, they wouldn't have to worry about being "mindless."
Pathetic fools.
xD
Meriella is seen as "weak" by other forsaken, because she is full of sorrow.
Ends at Wrathgate?Maybe. Maybe not. ;)
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Patty
Hyper likes.
Thanks!
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Post by
Patty
Cheered Varian, turning and kissing Bolvar on the
forehead
.
Did this story get it's title for what Varian is going to do to you when he reads it?
Hardly. A kiss on the forehead is a sign of affection generally, not sexual attraction. Remember that Varian is very close to Bolvar.
Seriously, no need to read it with a dirty mind or jump down my throat. I'm trying to show Varian as a caring man, something you always claim. >_>
Edit: Thanks though, and as I said, the kiss was meant as nothing insulting.
Post by
Morec0
Forsaken... those vile betrayers. It almost sad, really, they chose weakness over all, had they simply given their wills to the Lich King, they wouldn't have to worry about being "mindless."
Pathetic fools.
If it's not obvious, I don't have a high opinion of undead not of the Scourge.
Post by
Arathian
Nice Like to see this continued :)
Love how you described the Forsaken Food, as we don't know what they eat
:)
braaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnssssssssss
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