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Post by
Adamsm
Perhaps we should take a poll on who wins, just for bragging rights?Problem with that... everyone will just vote for their stories lol.
Post by
HiVolt
I'll need to take a few minutes to think of a new challenge for this week.
Post by
HiVolt
This Week's Challenge:
Rewrite the outcome of a quest. It must be an important quest chain to the development of a faction or main character in Warcraft.
You must include at least one allusion to something that happened in the past of the Warcraft Universe.
Note:
Please indicate at the top of the post if you are entering a challenge submission.
Post by
HiVolt
My challenge submission:
The Battle for the Undercity
A terrible laugh began to flow through the demon-filled halls of the broken city.
"You are mine, Sylvanas. Your people are mine!"
Sylvanas felt the chains of slavery warping her once again. Why had she done it? Why had she allowed this treacherous monster to live all those years ago? As her mind began to fade, she forgot the plans she had set in motion.
"What is the Blight? Who is Arthas?"
Her body was wracked with pain, and her passion began to burn uncontrollably into a mindless rage.
"Master, I heed your call."
She drew back her head and let forth a screech, the likes of which had not been heard since the time of Hellscream.
-------
Thrall was sent back, screaming to the troops behind him.
"Go! Take yourselves and flee this place! The Undercity is lost! The Forsaken are lost! Go! I will hold them as long as I can!"
-------
Varian shuddered and fell to his knees upon hearing the dreadful wail; it rang so loudly in the rusted pipeline of the sewers. He looked back to see Jaina sprawled on the ground, grasping her head and shaking with pain. He saw his men do the same. He stood as well as he could, began to see the vast horde of monstrosities shambling toward them. Motioning to his men to follow suit, he helped Jaina up, and began to make his way to the exit.
They all stood and made their way to the entrance as fast as their legs could carry them. Jaina was still reeling from the horrible shriek. As they exited the accursed cavern, Varian could faintly hear another cry echoing through the tunnels. He stopped and looked at his men, and spoke,
"Lordaeron is lost. Prepare the horses and return to Stormwind at once. We leave now."
He looked back at Jaina and helped her onto her horse.
-------
Thrall fought with all he could. He called wind and lightning, fire and rain. But it seemed to be for nothing. The demonic entities swelled as one after another fell under his strikes. He could see the last of his soldiers exiting the Apothecarium, making their way back to the entrance. He would be able to rest easily knowing that they were once again safe from harm, safe from evil.
-------
Vol'jin stood outside the ruined walls of the once great Capital City, and hung his head in despair.
"What can we do now?"
He saw the soldiers flooding out of the underground fortress, and smiled, hoping to see the Warchief with them. When he did not appear, Vol'jin looked to his men. They awaited their orders with low spirits and sad faces. The Shadow Hunter could only shed a tear, and tell the soldiers to move out.
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Varimathras smiled as he felt the power of undeath at his fingertips.
"There is nothing sweeter than revenge, Sylvanas. Your part was well played, girl, but this one,"
he looked
down at Thrall's near-lifeless body,
"...this one will be a much stronger pawn."
Thrall could not hear the words being spoken. He was only able to see the faces of those who he had loved, and who had loved him. His blood pooled around his broken body.
Varimathras spat at the emotions he could sense from this lesser, disgusting beast. He began to channel a dark energy into the fallen Warchief.
"You shall not know love or happiness or peace, whelp. Let revenge be your only thought, your only purpose, and rise!"
As the faces of his loved ones left him, Thrall began to see the faces of those for whom he had harbored so much anger. It tore through his mind, and hatred began to swell in its place.
"Rise, mortal! Rise as my weapon, my tool against all who would not bow to the Legion!"
The orc stood and gripped his hammer.
"I hear your call, master..."
Post by
Orranis
For Contest:
Thwarted by the Dark Conclave
Parshah, the Arrakoa, gave me my quest. His feathers seemed to ripple, though the color had dulled, as he pulled out his stave. He handed it over to me.
"The spirits of the dark conclave seek to summon an ancient and powerful evil through a ritual conducted at the lava pits to the south of the Sketh'lon Base Camp. Gul'dan's magic mingled with their own, empowering them to aid this creature in manifesting in our world! We must not allow this to happen, <name>. The death and destruction it would bring are unimaginable! Carry the staff with you to the site of the summoning and use its magics to stop the dark conclave once and for all!" I accepted it, and rode toward the point he specified. I looked out across the barren landscape of Shadowmoon, it's onyx color floor gave off an aura of suffering and oppression. The very place itself seemed barren. I felt a shiver go up my spine, like the quivering of a bowstring after an arrow had been fire. "Let's get this done, the faster I get out of here, the sooner I can return..." I thought to myself. Heh... How hasty I was, unknowing of what was to come.
We were nearly there. Ghosts of Arrokoa jumped from behind a hill the color of slate, and charged me.
Shango, he who is of storms, come to my aid, grant me your blessing!
I raised my arm, and made a motion as if I was throwing a javelin. As my arm neared the end of it's swing, it tingled, as if it was vibrating. I released the feeling, and a bolt of white lightning shot towards the bird men. As it hit one, it hit another, and in a blink of an eye the ghosts were destroyed. Where there should have been scorched feathers and a beaks still wide with a war cry that died in the creatures throats, there was nothing. They had vanished. Satisfied, I continued.
Suddenly Rok'tov, my raptor, reared his orange body up and let out a low growl. Something was wrong. I dismounted, and proceeded quietly and carefully. The pool Parshah had spoke of was just around the next hill. Then I heard a voice. "
Death... Is... Close...
" It seemed not to come from any direction, but to ring from the very deep dark depths of my own mind. It was a strangely familiar voice... I rounded the corner. Immediately, seeing an Arrokoa, I strung and fired and arrow. A dull thud was heard, and he fell, but he disappeared before he hit the ground. His partners, too absorbed in what they were doing, did not notice. "
You're heart... will
explode
...
" I knew that voice. I couldn't think from where though... I came out from behind my stone cover, so that I could clearly see what was going on.
I froze on the spot. As soon as I saw what I did, I know where I had heard that voice. In the depths of Ahn'Quiraj, where we killed C'thun, the Old God. Or so we had thought... I shot the second Arrokoa, as it seemed that they were responsible for C'thun's materializing in the Outlands. But it was too late. The third finished his task. A huge tentacle rose from the ground, and I simply stared in awe as it's shadow cast over me, making it a colossal shadow against the dark sky. It thrust down upon me, and I could only watch. "
You are already dead...
"
...And so started the destruction of Outlands.
I still think we should vote, but no voting for yourself is allowed.
Post by
Morec0
This Week's Challenge:
Rewrite the outcome of a quest. It must be an important quest chain to the development of a faction or main character in Warcraft.
You must include at least one allusion to something that happened in the past of the Warcraft Universe.
Note:
Please indicate at the top of the post if you are entering a challenge submission.
I hope it's not too late, but I thought this was the perfect chance to share a very, very old bit of my fan fiction. You might want to reaquint yourself with the
Bloodhowl Worgen
and
this quest.
The Scythe's Fate
- The forests of the Grizzly Hills were silent, only the calls of birds or the rush of the water in the rivers and streams breaking the silence. Deer, rabbits, andother creatures happily scurried among the grasses and branches in the glades. All was well in the forest, except for in one part.
- Deep within a hidden cave on the face of the souther mountains, three human trappers sat huddled around a woden chest, an aura of power filled the cave, an aura that radiated off of the chest. Or, more specifically, off of the chest's contents.
- "We finally have it," one of the three humans said. "After month after month of searching, it's finally ours!"
- "How much longer are we going to wait, Ivan?" one of the others said, one that was far larger then the first.
- "Shut up, Stalin!" Ivan snapped at the larger man. "I'm going to savor this moment!"
- "We can all savor the moment after we rule this land," a tird man, the smallest of them all, said. "So hurry up!"
- "Sergei's right," Stalin said, nodding, "let's get the ball rolling."
- Ivan scowled, his plan had worked perfectly, the Alliance had been duped into stealing it from the Horde - who had found it days before - adnd viving it to them. But his comrades
still
didn't respect his genius. "Fine," he said, then smashed the lock adn opened the chest. Lying inside was an ornate scythe, the blade shown brightly even in the dim light. A godl pattern came up around the shaft and ended in a pattern that resembled a wolf's head at the base of the blade.
- "It's beautiful," Sergei said, gazing at the weapon.
- "And even more powerful," Ivan relplied as he lifted the scythe from the chest. "With the Scythe of Elune in our possesion, we will rule this world." As he held the bladed weapon an evil smile spread across his face. I can spun around, an dused the Sythe of Elune to cut Sergie's stomach open, letting the blood spill out onto the blade.
- Stalin's eyes grew wide with horror and then narrowed in rage. "
Traitor
!" he yelled. Ivan thrust the Scythe at Stalin, but the larger man dodged to one side. Ivan just grinned then twisted the blade and pulled it back, cutting Stalin's throat open.
- "I'm sorry, friends," Ivan said to the two corpses, "but I need fresh blood from the Scythe to work at its full potential." Ivan lifted the Scythe over his head and brought it downward. The bloody blade cut through the air, leaving an oval-shaped portal behind. The portal sat idle for a few minutes, but then a massive, male creature fell through.
- The creature looked vaugely human, but it was leanly muscled and covered in grey-brown hair. it was armored from head to foot in black plate mail that covered everything but its claws, padded feet and head. The creatures face resembled a wolf's with it's elongated snout and dog-like nose and triangular ears. It was easily the size of an elf, but it loked confused.
-
By the gods
, Ivan thought,
this one's huge. What is it, some kind of pack leader
? Whatever the reason, this worgen would serve him well. "You," Ivan said, pointing at the large worgen. "You will serve me, as will all of the worgen that I summon with this!" He held the Scythe of Elune out in front of him for emphasis.
- The worgen's gaze ran over the Scythe, several time, and then it looked up at Ivan. An evil grin spread across it's wolven features. Then it lunged foreward, grippeing the handle of the scyhte in its two, massive paws. Ivan was terrified, but stubbornly held his grip on the weapon. "Stop this!" he ordered. "I command you!"
- The massive worgen look into Iva's fear striken face. "I don't think so," it growled in near-perfect common. The worgen opened it's fanged mouth wide and bit out Ivan's throat.
Post by
Qmccumber
The Legend of Stalvan
"The bastard's just inside that cottage. . ." Althea whispered ever so slightly, watching the old, rickety cottage just north of the town of Darkshire. I nodded, gritting my teeth in anticipation.
It had all started a few days ago, with Madame Eva's premonition. The old lady had felt her granddaughter in danger. The cards the old crone used to tell fortunes, all showed the face of Death. It was then that Eva learned of the name, Stalvan.
Since then, I'd traveled all over the lands controlled by Stormwind. Learning the history of this sick mad-man. This murderer.
He had been a school-teacher in old Silverpine, my own home before the Scourge came rampaging through. He had been hired by the Flintridge family, to teach their younger children while at their summer home, near the Elwynn lumber camp. Judging from the few surviving diary pages I could find, he had fallen in love with their younger daughter. He started his fall into insanity, after the woman he thought loved him as well, scorned him in front of the Flintridge family, and publicly mocked him in front of her new suitor.
He had murdered the entire family. All from the actions of one. I may have sympathized with his anger at being scorned. . . But even that is depraved.
So lost in my thoughts, I did not even hear the maniacal cackling that echoed from within the cottage.
"Come on! He knows we're here!'' Commander Ebonlocke hollered, dashing across the small, weed-ridden field between our hiding spot and Stalvan's hut. Cursing under my breath, I drew two swords of my own, leaping out of the underbrush to join her. . .
Only to stand in horror as Althea suddenly collapsed in front of the entrance to the rickety cottage, blood flooding out of the two large holes in her chest and throat. T'was not her death that stopped me, however. . .
A tall, pale, rotting, hunched form stood over the corpse of Darkshire's military commander, two bloody scimitars hanging from clawed hands. Two pin-points of light shined with malevolence through the undead's eye-sockets, hung over a broken jaw, lined with jagged, predatory teeth.
"The world will feel my pain. . . My suffering. . . Just as Tilloa suffered, in the end. . ." A hideous rasping echoed from Stalvan's shambling corpse, scimitars gleaming in the moonlight as the monster started limping it's way toward me.
I stood, frozen in fear, unable to even move even as the rotting remnants of Mistmantle's anger leapt into action, slicing deep into my gut and wind-pipe. I fell, gasping, even as my blood pooled to feed the hungry weeds of Stalvan's bone-ridden garden. Darkness slowly clouded my vision, even as I attempting to vainly stop the gushing of my blood.
The last thing I heard before that icy chill of death over-came me, was the maniacal cackling of this monster. This demon in a rotting man's flesh.
The last thing I felt before darkness overcame me. . . Was despair.
Post by
Adamsm
A Question:
"So to see if I understand you gentle Priestess; the Light exists in this world for the purpose of showing the devout and the true they are following the right way?" The small figure asked, and the priestess sighed. "No, the Light is about the three Virtues." She answered, keeping her cool. "But why?" The figure asked again, writing something in a notebook. "What do you mean 'Why?', what is there to ask 'Why?' about?" She said, and the gnome shrugged.
"We are taught to always ask why, no matter what." He answered, and looked up at her. "But what of the Night Elves, they do not use the 'Light' as the Church does, their powers come from their Goddess, she of the Moon." He said and the priestess rubbed her hand across her eyes. "The Night Elves merely follow a different path to the Light, but it is still part of a whole." She told the gnome who nodded, then looked up again. "But what of the Draenei? They live side by side with the avatars of the Light, the Naaru! But they don't preach the Virtues as you do?" He asked, tilting his head.
"The Draenei are an ancient race, they merely see the Light as something else, but it is still the same as our own." She said and the gnome shrugged again, scribbling furiously. "Hm, then what of the Trolls?" He asked, looking up at her. The human woman sighed and shook her head. "I have heard of the Priest Zabra Hexx; he studied the Virtues." She told the gnome who nodded.
"But what of the others? Those trolls who didn't study under Priest Hexx, where did they acquire their Light from?" He asked and she growled low in her throat. "From their own rituals and the Loa gods more then likely." She said and his eyes lit up. "Ah, of course." He beamed at her, writing that down.
"And the Tauren, they gain power from the Sun god correct?" He asked, and she nodded. "Fascinating." He muttered, and looked at her again, his eyes squinting a little. "But what of the Forsaken? They burn at the touch of the Light, how do they commune with the Power above?" He asked and she shrugged, growing more irritated. "Why do you care?" She said and the gnome smiled at her. "Why? Because I am planning to set up a Church for the Gnomes, and I wished to study the others before hand." He said proudly and she covered her face with her palm.
"Do I want to know what you've chosen?" She asked, dreading the answer, but needing to ask the question anyways. "Yes: We will form the Church of Grand Ideas! Your ideals of the Virtues are far too bloodless for us, we have no connection to hte Naaru, Elune, the Loa or the new Sun god, and we don't want to walk the path of the Forsaken." He told her, smiling as he moved off.
She looked after him in shock and said a quick prayer, asking the Light to save the world from the insanity of the Gnomes.
Post by
Adamsm
So, Hivolt, when we do we get new updates on the first page?
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470415
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Post by
Adamsm
I just read that passage, right now. I'm greatly offended.
Heh, good.
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470415
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234467
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Post by
Skreeran
Very nice... :)
I do so love the orcs... You just need to add a title so we can catalogue it! :D
Post by
HiVolt
So, Hivolt, when we do we get new updates on the first page?I'll get on it later today... Also need to think up another challenge.
Post by
HiVolt
Last week/s challenge is now closed. A new challenge will be posted tomorrow. :D
Post by
Adamsm
Last week/s challenge is now closed. A new challenge will be posted tomorrow. :D
Lol, hoorah.
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234467
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Post by
Anmity
Last week/s challenge is now closed. A new challenge will be posted tomorrow. :D
,,,
Could you please tell me when tomorrow is? :)
Post by
Skreeran
Last week/s challenge is now closed. A new challenge will be posted tomorrow. :D
,,,
Could you please tell me when tomorrow is? :)It's always a day away.
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