Post by Mazaniam
Ok this is continuation from the prologue. Please comment. As only one person actually linked suitable characters, I could only work Jeremy in. Sorry. Please link a few :) Thanks
Prologue-----------------------------------------------------------
As ever, the air was heavy and the atmosphere gloomy. The squabble of chickens in a farmer’s yard was the only sound that night. Far away, a worgen roared over a kill. Quickly I knelt and said a little prayer for the poor thing. Personally, I hated the things, as part of a joke my ‘friends’ had thought it was funny to set a savage Lycan on me. Drinks in the
Tissue’s End? Nope. Not anymore. I haven’t spoken to those guys since…
My mother had always been a sympathiser. The woman would hold a crusade for animal enslavement. She would probably make a tabard and hire a few goblin mercenaries. Guess its her to blame for me praying whenever I see suffering. I guess I should tell you more about myself. Aye? Alrighty.
I was born in Stormwind, but moved to Southshore as soon as I was one year old. My mother was a thread-weaver, my father a footsolider. My cousin was a rich Stormwind Noble, who bought us a house and gave us some assets. Also known as, a big armoury, guards, and a guard dog. When I started school, I soon became known for my dyslexia. I was a moron, a stupid bug, a tall idiot. I was bullied at school, by a single high elf called ‘Sar Redheart’ What a stupid name. Well I spoke to my friend and personal bodyguard, Jeeves, and well, lets say he didn’t bother me again…
Anyway, a friend of Redheart, a gnome known by Sparksaw, tried it on me when Jeeves was on a vacation to Dalaran. My father’s blade, Lungpuncture, was enchanted and well, beat him. Since, he has held a grudge.
A healer visited the village soon after, and, for a hefty sum of gold, healed my dyslexia, and made me a powerful warrior.
My father died in a raid on the Undercity, soon after the coronation of King Anduin. I should have started to hate the Stormwind marshals there, but no, what did I do? I enrolled. Yep. Went to fight for the enemy.
So, here I am… taking a ride with a maniac gnome and fighting for the things that killed my father…
Sparksaw was standing waiting for me near the gryphon shelter.
“You Could have hurried a little…” He complained, “I’ve been waitin’ for half a bloody hour! I run a tight schedule, bucko. I’m goin’ to miss me lunch break now..! I have to go, look.. I’ll show ya what to do, cos’ your gona’ need to fly this yerself’ bucko. Green goes forward, yellow back, red fires cannon, and blue is eject. Silver is land, and black for up. Got it?”
“Uhh…can you repeat that…?” I said, scratching my head, god, Gnomes talk fast.
“Nope,” He said, pressing a button, which brought down a glass container round me. He shouted through the glass, “good luck, Its an old model!, the engine is likely to fail, and there are no bullets in the cannon!” He cackled manically, running off.
“Alright.” I breathed in, letting the instructions flow in. “Green is for go, right?’ I pressed it, almost killing a sleeping gryphon. I managed to press the black button quickly though, so it was fine, but having an angry Gryphon on my tail for an hour was
deeply, deeply, petrifying. Those things can peck the hell out of you!
After much hassling and near-crashing, I made it to Stormwind Keep. As ever, King Anduin was in place, with Grand Marshal John Nobleheart. Anduin was
not what people said he was like when he was a child. He had a deep, penetrating gaze, with thundery eyes and a stern voice that will snap at you in an instant. Even being in his presence made me shiver uncontrollably. Nobleheart was a guard to the king more than a grand marshal, and I really don't see why he got a job in the army, as he is a Ebon Knight... and, as usual, glared down at me with a look of pure hatred, as he did to everyone. He had a smart goatee, and a large, two-handed runeblade which was unsheathed. His armour was heavily laden with skulls.
“Your majesty… it is an honor.” I said, my throat dry.
“Stand, captain. Your file shows good things…” His voice was calm, but his eyes showed a storm brewing. Time to watch my step.
“Really sir?”
“Yes, yes, and I think you should be part of the attack on the Undercity. We have a good number of elite warriors ready. If you are up for it” Now, I had never been the brightest, but this was just plain stupid…
“Of course! When do we leave?” I was about to fall on my blade...
“Now. Get your horse and get to the Scarlet Monastery! Get to the armour and pick up a sword” He glanced at Nobleheart, who nodded, although slowly and reluctantly.
“Yes sir!” I
ran from the keep, tripped, and had to be caught by a older mage dressed in frostfire battlegear.
"Whoah little one. Another recruit for Undercity?" He asked, his kind face beaming at me.
"Uhh...yes, why do you ask?" I was unnerved anyway, and having a complete stranger ask me that scared me a little.
"I'm Jeremy Heraldson, battlemage. I'm going to Undercity aswell, but the king asked me to get you geared up. Whats your name, warrior?"
"Its...um...Fred, Fred Honourblade. Call me Freddy." I smiled. I liked this mage.......