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He's nothing like the red-haired, he's skeptical of everything, so cool the hatred patty heh. Plus, dwarf priest, so that's better then your standard human mage heh.
Hey! You've read the Ashbringer comic Skreeran....Yeah, doesn't mean Blizzard still didn't pull him out of their ass. Last we had heard was that Alexandros' other son was the only one who could
the Ashbringer (it was past cleansing too... *glances at Tirion*), and that he was away on Outland. Then the Ashbringer comic comes out and *boink* here's Darion! LOVE HIM! HE IS EPIC!
No thank you, big scary Blizzard voice... >.>
Grommash Hold. Garrosh is sat at the throne, being worshipped by the Orcs loyal to him.
Garrosh: Ah, I'm glad you could come, Varok.
I need some help rooting the Night Elves
from a hold in the forest.
Is it wrong I laughed at
Well, I meant as a small hold within the Forest. Not a town. Similar to how even though the Orcs defeated Proudmoore, Tirigarde keep is still active.
I really don't get what's so ridiculous about a small, underground resistance force in Ashenvale.
...No it's not that. I knew what you meant and there is nothing wrong with it, but read the bolded part again, with an alternate spelling for a ...certain word.
Oh. I think Septimus means "rooting" someone is regional slang for, uh... well, yeah.
Oh. I think Septimus means "rooting" someone is regional slang for, uh... well, yeah.Ah... That explaains why I didn't get it. I've never heard that euphemism before.
Here's an idea on the origin of the Naaru
The Forging of the Naaru:
Soon after Sargeras fell from grace, he founded the Burning Legion. Drawing upon the terrible energies of Darkness, he infused the races he conquered with the powers of darkness. With them as his soldiers, he conquered world after world. It seemed all would fall to the Legion.
Aggramar, Sargeras' replacement on the Pantheon, and the new Champion of the Titans, knew of these occurrences. He had vowed to bring Sargeras to destruction, but for it he would need a weapon. With Sargeras' power and sway over near-infinite forces, Aggramar knew that a single confrontation would not abate the Dark Titan's power. He would need to create not a weapon, but an army.
So, he set about forging a race of beings of pure light. He created the most pure, perfect crystals, and infused within them the powers of light, light to combat the evil shadow of the Burning Legion. With this power, he sent the beings out into the cosmos, not to subjugate or destroy, but to bring soldiers under their wings, soldiers in an Army of the Light.
Thus, the Naaru were born.
I'm in ur thredz! Linkin' mai idears!
Ner'zhul Returns in The Nightmare
More details are found in their respective threads.
Edited the OP to be more descriptive about the purpose of the thread.
Third Generation Guardians
Miranda looked over to the youth of mixed blood that floated just out of her reach. He looked hardly older than she was. She couldn't believe he was her father.
“I am sorry, but... who are you?” Med'an asked irritatedly, idly loosening his grip on his staff.
“You don't remember?” Miranda asked, hate burning in her eyes. “I'm your daughter.”
“Ah yes,” Med'an laughed. “How's your mother doing?”
“She still hates you just as much as ever,” Miranda answered, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears. “For what you did to her...”
Med'an shrugged. “Eh... Sorry to hear that, but she owed it to me. The ones in power get what they want. It's nature's way. And I have all the power,” He smiled slyly.
“Do you?” Miranda asked bitterly, her orcish tusks showing as she scowled at him hatefully.
Med'an wondered for a moment what she was playing at, before looking back down at her. That human wench hadn't deserved his divine stock. Now her offspring glared at him, her skin pink like a human's, but with a sickly green hue and eyes like a demon.
Suddenly his expression changed from one of mockery to one of surprise as he saw a dozen more figures appear behind her, all of varying pedigree, some seemingly of draenei decent, some elven, even a trollish looking lad.
“Father,” Miranda sneered hatefully, “Meet a few of your other children.”
What, no comment? :P
What, no comment? :P
I would have commented when I updated the list, but I got sidetracked and just forgot about it, lol.
It's a very interesting. I'd really like to know more about it... who this girl is, who her mother was... all that.
Well, Med'an went crazy with power, of course, and so, being a hormone-filled teenager, proceeded to impregnate any woman he happened to find appealing. Now his various children want to take revenge on him.
Gotta love serial rapist Med'an. :P
Gotta love serial rapist Med'an. :PAnd that's why I didn't comment.
serial rapist Med'an
I lol'd hard.
Beneath Grim Batol
Thrall lead Eitrigg and Varok through the tight tunnels far below Grim Batol.
"Hurry, we are almost at there!" Thrall yelled back towards the others. "We will rendezvous with the others soon!"
After the next corner sure enough 2 directions were possible. "Good you could make it Thrall." Jaina, Malfurion and Krasus were waiting for them. "Further down this tunnel Deathwing's own lair should be. It is the greatest source of power within this dread mount." Krasus said.
"Then let us continue. I am eager to defeat the reason why I had to leave The Horde in Garrosh's grip."
The group ran through the last tunnel and gasped at what their eyes saw. Varok was the first to speak. "How... How is this even possible?" Before them they saw the greatest cavern any mortal eyes had ever seen. The tunnels of Grim Batol ended in what looked like a giant spike penetrating the giant cavern. A path ran around the rock and seemingly continued until it had reached the point itself. "It is the easiest task to impress you mortalsssss." The group looked up and witnessed the armoured form of Deathwing. Molten magma was dripping from his chest. "Neltharion this ends here! With your death the curse of Grim Batol shall be lifted!" Krasus was shaping into his true form of Korialstrasz as he spoke. The smaller dragon threw himself at the gigantic wyrm.
"Ha! Is that all you can muster "great" Korialstrasz, the guardian of the mortal races? I will break you yet again!" Deathwing embraced Korialstrasz and began breathing lava on the smaller dragon.
The mortals watched in awe at the hopeless seeming battle Krasus was fighting against Deathwing.
"We must be able to do something! We cannot let him sacrifice himself for our sake!" Jaina exclaimed. "I have seen Deathwing before, and then he wielded the Demon Soul. Now it is as if he is even more powerful than then..." A loud
was heard. The mortals looked up and saw Deathwing discarding Korialstrasz, the red's spine had been broken as if it was a branch by the wyrm.
"I will enjoy devouring you all..." Deathwing said, his eyes ablaze.
"NO!" Thrall yelled, his voice carried by the spirit of Air. "I will not let you have our world!" Thrall muttered a small prayer to the spirits. He then threw the Doomhammer at Deathwing. The great hammer clattered against the armour of the black leviathan. "So, that is your great power Thrall of The Horde? It is nothing compared to that of Koria-" A bolt fell through the air. Soon the breastplate of Deathwing fell off revealing the molten surface beneath. Deathwing roared in pain. "Run! I will stay behind and keep him away!" Malfurion yelled and began his druidic spells summoning roots from the world above to bind the molten monstrosity. The others fled and Thrall sealed the entrance with boulders leaving Malfurion and Korialstrasz at the relentless onslaught of the angered Deathwing. "Good try Thrall, but you cannot escape and until then I will have fun with these morsels..." Deathwing was struggling against the roots who were already burning.
Yes I am a Deathwing fanboy. The reason I picked those char is because they are not completely tied to the Horde or Alliance.
She stood in front of her Uncle, the Draenei Vindicator holding his massive hammer as he looked down at her. "Are you prepared?" Maarad rumbled, the head of the massive weapon glowing with Light as he pointed it at her head.
"Go ahead Uncle, the sooner we get this curse out of me, the better for all." Garona said, standing straight and preparing herself for what was coming. The male Draenei nodded, and raised the hammer then brought it down, the weapon tapping her lightly, and the energy of the Holy energy bursting forth.
Garona screamed in pain as the power of Light coursed through her body, her head thrown back and her mouth open wide. "STOP! Your hurting her!" The anguished cry came from behind Garona as her son tried to interfere, but Maarad held out his hand, stopping the boy. "Do what you must Nephew, unless you want to keep her as an enemy." Maarad said, and the boy sighed, before reaching out and placing his own hands on his mother's shoulders.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly, then forced the power of the Spirits into her body, the energies mixing with the Light and slowly working away at the blocks on his mother's mind. "More lad, there almost broken!" Maarad yelled, his entire body on fire with the Light as the boy's own outline became more defined from the power within his slim form.
Garona's scream's began to die away, and with a final push from both, the strange shadow around the woman's head exploded, a strange scream heard as the shadow's vanished. Garona and her son collapsed, and even the mighty Vindacator staggered, using his weapon to hold him up.
"Well my niece? How do you feel?" He asked her, crouching down in front of her and looking into her eyes. She slowly looked up and her eyes opened, and no longer was it red orbs of death, but brilliant green eyes staring back at him.Heh, had to figure something I'd write would have to do with Garona eventually.
I like the fact Krasus was pwned. Darn Sue that he is!
Hehe, I have always liked the idea of Garona being redeemed.
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