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Post by
Morec0
The worgen had become to much. At first the Hordes advantage had been in strength, making up for lesser technology and numbers. However, with the Worgens Curse as well as the Draenei, they were being overwhelmed. Garrosh was slowly returning to the dark Horde, and many of his troops were becoming fel orcs to combat this new threat. However, it was still not enough, because the Worgen curse spread, and soon almost all creatures that spent much time on it and were native to Azeroth in biology were consumed by it. The Alliance was most affected, because if the Horde was next to a worgen, it was only long enough to get a fatal wound in. So Garrosh called upon the reformed Shadow Council, along with the Forsaken, to come up with a plan. They investigated many necromantic and demonic species, experimenting on which empowered you the most with the minimal loss of control. Eventually they focused on the Darkfallen. Necromantic Blood and High Elves that thrived on the livings blood in order to exist and grow in power. It past all their tests. The warlocks made rituals and the apothecaries took blood tests, and slowly, with a mix of science and magic, the outcome was found. They started testing it on the first person, a Blood Elf Ranger, who seemed to sparkle as he runs through the wilderness in the bright sun of Eversong, by the name of Eullen Cedward. He was the most powerful. Since then it's been adapted to be able to affect most of the Horde. They called this race the Vamp'yre. The battle took place in Deepholme, the underworld of the Elemental plane, and soon both sides were attacked by the Old God worshiping Twilight's Hammer Clan.
And thus, the war by the name of Twilight, began.
Don't hate me.
How dare you taint these forums with that filth...
Post by
Patty
How dare you taint these forums with that filth...
You did in one of Neon's RPs.
*shrug*
--
Anywho, I think it's time for a new challenge! :P
Rewrite a piece of WarCraft history, and don't forget to mention what you are changing the outcome of!
Not happy with the outcome of the Wrathgate, or maybe Black Temple or somewhere/thing else? Feel free to give what you think is better, and use appropriate descriptive language. Just wondering what you have been unhappy with, and how you would rectify it.
Post by
Adamsm
Yeah, yeah, shut up about necros heh.
Alone.
There in the dark I float, pain through my body... hurts! Hurts! They try to help, but cannot.
My friends... my family..... our children, where are they... why do I hurt like this!
Pain.... PAIN! So much pain...... HELP ME! I shriek, my voice... no sound, no words.
Around me, they come, trying to help... Go back! Do not! Stay Away! I try to scream, but fail.
I feel them go... hear the screams, the cries for life.... to come back!
The Darkness, all around, closing in... Why? Why me... why out of us all does this happen to me?
PAIN! IT HURTS! PAIN! They won't stop.... won't stop! HELP ME PROPHET! SAVE ME!
Why.... why won't it end... please.... please.... stop.....
If you can figure out who it is, cookie for you heh.
Post by
Skreeran
Ummm... Not sure?
K'ure?
But he didn't have children...
Post by
Adamsm
Heh, I'm sure to some of the Naaru the Draenei were like children. And yeah, it's K'ure.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Morec0
(( It's baaaaaack. ))
Illidan's Mind
:
Illidan kneeled on the terrace of the Black Temple, looking at the skull in his hands. Adventurers were making their way through his fortress, slaughtering his loyaly minions. They would reach him any minute at the rate which they were going. Despite the level of sanity which he at least though he had, he found himself talking to the skull.
"You know," he started, "everyone's always told me that I'm paranoid and I need to calm down, but guess what; I'm
alive
and everyone that said that... well, they
should
be dead. That's almost the ultimate proof that someone dosn't know what the Nether they're talking about." He then attempted to do a bad impersination of said people; "follow my advice and you'll die just like me. HAHA!"
He scowled. "I have Adventurers running around my lands, killing my minions and finally invading my fortress directly and people have the gall to call me paranoid. Fel them, fel everybody! Anybody who dosn't listen to me deserves the fate they get, I should kill everyone just on principle!"
The Adventurers that he had been speaking of earlier broke through the final barrier that seperated them from him. He looked over and then stood up, dropping the skull. He only recognized two faces; Akama and Maiev, who were at the head of the group. "See," he continued to say, despite having dropped Gul'dan's cranium, "this is what I'm talking about!"
The Addenturers charged, and Illidan met them head on for the battle. "The Burning Legion isn't invading Illidan, you're just being paranoid," the demon hunter mocked, smashing a warrior's skull in. "Kil'jaeden isn't spying on your Illidan, you're just being paranoid," he melted the face off of a paladin. "What else... There's no society to anthrapomorphic snake-people living in the ocean Illidan, you're just being paranoid." He flew up into the air and shot eye-beams down on the rest of the group. "Trees can't read your thoughts Illidan, you're just being paranoid."
He dropped back to the ground. They were all dead. "Bet you wouldn't call me paranoid now, if you were still alive! How about expecting one of my own lieutenants to betray me; is that paranoid?"
Fall of the Naga Queen
:
As Azshara lay dying her eyes wandered upward. A spirit hovered over her, a face that she had almost forgotten looking down at her with pity. "Vashj," she said, managing the strength to put a hand on the ghostly figures shoulder, "is it... over?"
Vashj nodded. "At long last," she said. "No Queen rules forever, milady."
Azshara nodded. "I see... only the darkness of the depths... for me..." That said, Azshara's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body went limp with death.
Vashj's ghost closed her former Queen's eyes. "Without their mistress to command them, the armies of the naga will become an even greater threat to this world." She looked up at the sole figure standing in the room; Tyrande Whisperwind. "The rule must be maintained. There must always be," a bolt of lightning flashed in the background, "a Naga Queen." With that, Vashj's ghost dissapered forever.
Tyrande walked towards Azshara, stopping only a few feet away. She picked up the discarded
from off of the ground. "The weight of such a burden," she said solemnly, "it must be mine. For there is no other..."
"Tyrande!" a voice cried out, causing she night elf priestess to look up at Azshara's throne. A thin figure sat there. "You hold a grim destiny in your hands, sister - but it is not your own."
"Lor'themar!" Tyrande exclaimed, then gasped as she saw he was wearing nothing by ladies undergarments. "By Elune..."
"The blood elves effeminate nature sealed my fate," Lor'themar said, looking at the ground. "The world of the males can no longer comfort me." Tyrande approached the throne, still holding the dress. Lor'themar looked up at her. "Place the gown upon my head, Tyrande. Forever more I will be the Mistress of the Depths."
"No, I cannot-."
"Do it Tyrande! You and there brave heroes - who probably only came for the loot, anyway - have your own destinies to fufill. This last act of service is
mine
."
Tyrande paused for several seconds, then sighed. "You will not be forgotten, sister," she said.
"I must be forgotten!" Lor'themar exclaimed. "For people to finally be able to overcome their fear of swimming, they must never know what happened here."
Tyrande nodded, and helped Lor'themar fit into the dress. "Tell them only that Azshara is dead," Lor'themar said, settling into the throne and begining to polish her nails, "and that Lor'themar... died with her.
"Now go! Leave this place before it is time for my pedicure!"
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470415
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Post by
Behelich
Morec...
Considering the first part, if Morec, house Rivendare was a raid boss, I think he would rant something on these lines.
The second part, though... Why does it have to be Lor'themar? Why not Rommath? Why not Aethas? Why not, for crying out loud,
Liadrin
?
Post by
Morec0
Morec...
Considering the first part, if Morec, house Rivendare was a raid boss, I think he would rant something on these lines.
The second part, though... Why does it have to be Lor'themar? Why not Rommath? Why not Aethas? Why not, for crying out loud,
Liadrin
?
Because of this quote:
Do. NOT. Touch. The HAIR!
Source:
Wowpedia
In all honesty, though, I just picked the first blood elf leader that came to mind.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Skreeran
"Follow my advice and you'll die just like me hyuck hyuck..."
Do I detect a Freeman's Mind reference? :P
Edit: Okay, read some more. The whole bloody thing is a Freeman's Mind reference xD.
Post by
Morec0
"Follow my advice and you'll die just like me hyuck hyuck..."
Do I detect a Freeman's Mind reference? :P
Edit: Okay, read some more. The whole bloody thing is a Freeman's Mind reference xD.
*throw cookie*
For those who don't know what Freeman's Mind is
.
Post by
575377
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Post by
Skreeran
Lmao... I would have liked that ending better. Nobody--not nobody--calls Sylvanas a b*tch... :P
Post by
Morec0
As the Lich King struck the final blow against Shao Kahn he invoved the power of his cursed blade Frostmourne to draine the emperor's soul from his body. Shao Kahn, having anticipated this move from the death knight, attempted to possess the man who had defeated him as he had done with others. To Shao Kahn's dismay, however, the Lich King's power of necromancy proved too great for even he to overcome, and his soul was blasted into oblivion leaving his power for the Lich King to do with as he wished. With it he raised a new army of champions from the corpses of the fallen heroes of the various realms, now seeking not only domination of Azeroth but
all
dimensions.
Inspired by watching too many
Mortal Kombat
videos.
Post by
SirQuake
So, I have read most of this thread and loved a lot of it, hated some of it, and disgusted by a very small portion of it. So I am going to try and see if I can measure up to the great writing here...
The Abomination
The Abomination walked leisurely through Elwynn Forest as he headed toward Stormwind. He had no clue as to how he ended up here or what he should be doing. He only had one thing on his mind.
The Defias attacked him without even considering what would happen to them. Vendors, children, and guards from Goldshire whispered amongst themselves as he casually stepped on a Murloc.
"Did he decide to leave Duskwood? Why did noone warn us?" They asked each other.
As the Abomination got closer to Stormwind the Army could be heard readying themselves at the gates, waiting for the creature to get closer before charging him.
As the first soldiers ran towards the Abomination a chain snaked out and grabbed one of them, pulling him towards his fate.
The last thing the soldier heard before being annihilated by a Hateful Strike was:
"
Patchwerk want to play."
Post by
Morec0
This just seems like something that should be brought back every so often, so why not do it for a challenge?
This Weeks Challenge:
With the Mists of Pandaria expansion rappidly approaching, I thought it would be interesting to see exactly what kind of events everyone else is imagining. Therefore, your challenge is to write up a story of a possible quest chain (or at least the end of one) from the eyes of an adventurer (be it a character of your own or just your generic quester). Enjoy.
Btw, Skree, your
Cruel and Unusual Punishment
stroy still makes me lol.
Post by
Atik
Clearing the Mists
The war was over, the evils were defeated, the land of Pandarian was a ruined wasteland; all its resources having been drained and brought to the mainland.
The pandaren glanced around at his former homeland. It was depressing for a second. But he was no longer a member of the Pandaria people. He was a member of the horde; simple enough. Others had chosen the alliance, and that made them his enemy...
The army marched; Garrosh Hellsream leading them over a large hill. There were many other races, all of the horde stood side by side as they marched over the hill.
On the bottom was an Alliance force; lead by King Varian. All the alliance forces stood behind him; most prominent was the Pandarens.
Glancing around, the adventurer realized Pandarens to be the most prominent race among the horde ranks as well. He looked back as Varian and Garrosh stepped towards each other.
"Well now, Garrosh. This certainly was a crazy plan of yours." Varian laughed.
"But you can't deny it worked." Garrosh replied. "Look around, the native people have given us everything without us lifting a finger."
The adventurer stared, he did not understand at all. They should have been at each other's throats, weapons drawn as the armies clashed.
"True, true." Varian nodded. "Just one last thing to do..." He smiled, turning to face his army. Garrosh did the same. "Soldiers, purge your ranks!" The human shouted.
"Lok'Tar, Ogar!" Garrosh shouted. "For the horde!"
And like that, all other races turned; working together and cutting down the filthy pandarens. The adventurer looked at a throwing knife in his chest; his fur staining with blood.
And then the axe came for his throat...
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