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{Rise of the Draegen - Part 1} The Dark Night
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denjerre
((So, this story resolves about...erm... well, just read it.
Part 2
))
The city of Darnassus was silent, in harmony with peace. The flowing of the river could be heard throughout the city. The sound calmed the High Priestess of Elune. It seemed like all of her troubles – the battle for Ashenvale, the corruption of Teldrassil, the arguments with Staghelm – were gone.
But the serenity did not last for long. They attacked from the sky, without warning, descending upon the citizens out of nowhere. They set houses ablaze, knocked out the sentinels and took everyone – even the hunter patrols – captive. Soon enough, Tyrande Whisperwind sat on her knees, chained.
She looked at the man that stood before her, the victor of an unfair battle. She had never before seen such a creature. It resembled a Half-Orc, Half-Human in stature. It had black skin, but the skin colors of his allies were very diverse, ranging from red to green. He had huge, rugged, black wings, which he folded on his back, with just their sides wider then his body.
He stood taller than the males of her race, but was still slightly shorter than the average Tauren. He was clad in heavy armor and a sword hung from his hips, with a massive axe tied to his back, under his wings. Small horns erupted from his forehead. He had large hands, which ended in sharp claws. He grinned – showing his even sharper fangs to the woman.
He spoke with a confident voice; ‘Miss Whisperwind, I assure you that we mean you and your people no harm. The siege on your city must not go on for long, as we will leave once we get what we came for.’ The Night Elf looked up to him with furious eyes. ‘Who are you and what do you want?’
‘Ah, the most basic question of them all’, he replied. ‘I shall refrain from telling you our entire history to speed things up. However, I have no problem with revealing that we are the Draegen. We hail from the
Dragon Isles
, and I am King Marmal Ashwing. And we have come here to retrieve an item that we are certain you have in your possession, or at least know the location of.’
‘I do not know what you are talking about’, Tyrande responded. ‘I suggest you leave this place before you incur the wrath of Elune.’ Marmal gave her a cold look. ‘This is no time to play games, miss Whisperwind. For the behest of your people, I suggest the uttermost cooperation. And you say an interesting thing there, Elune. We seek a relic of your Goddess, a certain scythe.’
Tyrande held her ground; ‘If you are talking about the Scythe of Elune, it was last known to be in possession of Velinde Starsong, a Sentinel who has since long disappeared from our lands. It is her you must have, not me.’ Ashwing’s answer came quick; ‘The lives of your people are at stake, yet you continue to remain bothersome. Sentinel Starsong has been found by our scouts in the Twilight Grove, Duskwood. She informed us that she left the Scythe with you when she left for the Eastern Kingdoms. Talk, Priestess, and respond honestly, or we will have to take measures.’
She gave in. ‘The Scythe of Elune is located in northern Ashenvale. A secret, unprotected location, minus the… special wildlife.’ Marmal smiled. ‘I must say, Priestess Whisperwind, it is a relief to hear you speak the truth. And I believe I can guess what the ‘special’ wildlife is. Now then, we will bring you along as a guide and release your people.
Marmal spoke some unfamiliar words to the Draegen next to him. The other man – who’s skin was blue and wings were far more refined – responded with a nod and cast a quick spell. A small, yellow orb appeared and circled around his neck before fading into the back of his head. When he spoke, his voice boomed throughout Darnassus, if not the whole of Teldrassil. The language he used was brutish, yet it had some magical tones to it.
The Draegen army responded immediately. They absorbed the flames they had breathed onto the city themselves and released the civilians. They healed those who were injured and restored peace. With a snap of Marmal’s fingers, Tyrande’s chains disappeared. The King grabbed the Night Elf above her waist, spread his wings and flew away with his primary bodyguards, the rest of his people following soon after.
They soared high above sea level, and anyone who would see their shadows would think they were a flock of birds. It wasn’t long until they reached then ancient forest. The Battle-Mage carrying the Elf asked; ‘Specify the location, please.’ Tyrande, still amazed by the sight, whispered her answer; ‘The Howling Vale, just west of the passage to Felwood.’
The dragon-men and –women began to descend quickly. In a matter of seconds, they reached the small valley, which was infested with Worgen. Marmal said something to his second, who distributed the orders among the troops. The army attacked the Worgen in surprise, just as they had done with Darnassus. The wolf-men’s fury was nothing against the efficiency of their enemies. Marmal, too, joined the fight. While holding the High Priestess with one arm, he fired balls of flame at the local savages. As always, things were done very quickly. The Howling Vale was littered with Worgen bodies, which were being burned by their murderers.
The Battle-Mage put Tyrande down and said; ‘ Retrieve the artifact for us please’. The Night Elf slowly walked towards the base of the nearby shrine. She kneeled down and dug in the ground with her bare hands. After a few minutes, she pulled something from the earth. The Scythe of Elune was large and curved. It was no longer the beacon of the Moon Goddess’ grace it once used to be. Instead, foul Shadow Magic covered the weapon and the handle was carved due to the many battles it had survived.
Tyrande reluctantly handed over the Scythe to King Marmal. ‘This object has brought forth nothing but evil’, she warned him. ‘I would suggest the uttermost carefulness in handling it, and I would strongly advise using it against us, as we will take revenge with unmatched power.’ The Draegen leader smiled. ‘Worry not, we seek only to use it against a soon-to-be common enemy.’
‘Now, I shall return you to your home along with my bodyguards, and we shall not bother you or your kin any further.’ He shouted some words to his army and then took off, carrying Tyrande in the same way as before. Four other Draegen followed him while the rest headed southwards. Marmal set her off in the middle of the Night Elven capital and then retreated.
The shocked citizens of Darnassus looked at their leader with questioning eyes. She ordered her people; ‘Send our fastest messengers around Azeroth, Horde and Alliance capitals alike. Tell them a new threat has come. Tell them about the dragon-men. Tell them about the rise of the Draegen!’
But by the time the first messengers had reached the docks of Auberdine, those Dragon-men were already in control of Orgrimmar.
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Post by
Morec0
Hmm... interesting. Dosn't fit in with the lore I'm used to, but I'm interested to see more.
Post by
denjerre
@DD Thanks for pointing that out. Fix'd now.
@Morec; Yeah, I know I'm kinda going out of the way with lore here. It's a daring thing, but a fun concept to work with.
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283869
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denjerre
I know, I'm a writing-addict. But I like it, it's finally a hobby I can enjoy!
Post by
Morec0
Writing is the way of the future! It surpasses all other hobbies! BOW BEFORE THE WORDS! DEATH TO NUMBERS!
/endrant.
Post by
denjerre
Yeah, until they invent the automatic-writing-machine-bot
/cringe
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