Dreams (Page Two)

Post by Hellborne

((Short background page. Might clear some things up))

Fifteen years earlier...

The War against Deathwing raged on. Even with the combined efforts of the mortals of Azeroth, the dragon of death and formerly earth proved too hard to end easily. Even with victories in the Elemental Plane and in other various regions in Azeroth, the Cults and other loyalists to the foul Deathwing fought on. The Twilight Highlands would not fall, nor did Grim Batol. Nothing could be done to turn the tide of war for the Alliance and Horde.

Almost an entire year into the war, the legendary orc Thrall came to the leaders of the world with a suggestion. A conjoined full on assault upon the Twilight Highlands. All mortal races, organizations, and armies would come to one. The Azeroth Accord was formed despite hostilities between the two factions. Between the Lion and Azeroth and the Axe of Orgrimmar, the old hatred between the two continued.

Even the sister dragons Ysera and Alexstrasza lent their support. However, with all of this aid, it would still be a difficult battle. The Shamans of the Earthen Ring, the Paladins and Priests of the Argent Crusade, even the rogues of SI:7, were recruited into the Azeroth Accord. If the material harborer of Death itself was to be ridden of, all most be involved.

And this is where the fallout began. This combined force marched to the gates of Grim Batol, and the worse case scenario happened. The overload of Horde and Alliance proved too much. Skirmishes between the two factions, who at the time were at war, occurred. Varian and Garrosh tried their best to hold their forces back, yet it proved too much for the leaders. With this, the leaders of the Night Elves, Forsaken, and Blood Elves pulled their support from the attack and went into retreat. This hindered the numbers of the Accord.

The last spark to the fuse was the worst. To this day, no one is sure what happened, but everyone knows it happened. Thrall tried to bring peace between the two factions. He seemed to have calmed down the battling forces. However, a swift arrow from mesh of races punctured the wise orc’s heart. He was dead before he hit the ground. This only angered the Horde even more. Garrosh called off his Horde and retreated. This left the Accord with only the Alliance, without the aid of the elves of night, and the neutral organizations.

Varian went on, nonetheless. It was his last decision. The fool led the entire armies of Stormwind, Ironforge, Gilneas, and the draenei to their doom. Countless numbers met their end in the depths of Grim Batol at the hands of army of darkness. Deathwing personally killed off his sisters Ysera and Alexstrasza. A long battle summed up in one sentence: Deathwing was victorious.

And not only at Grim Batol. The Army of Darkness easily swept through Stormwind and Ironforge. The Forsaken and Blood Elves evacuated from the Eastern Kingdoms by sea. However even the waters are not safe. A large storm conjured by cultists of Deathwing swept through the fleeing people, leaving majority of the ships at the bottom of the ocean, and most dead.

Kalimdor was the last stand. The remnants of the races from the Eastern Kingdoms diverged into Orgrimmar. The last living mortals of Azeroth all took up arms. During the waning hours before the advancing armies of Deathwing would attack, a lone figure who wore a pitch black robe walked into the orcish capital. He demanded to speak to the last remaining figures of power. When he was finally allowed to have a council with them, he spoke...

“You fight the very army of Darkness. Before you stands the incarnation of the night, of darkness, of twilight itself. You all take dear in your world, yet you know it is doomed. You can flee to Outland, yet chose not to. Why? I will tell you why; you have hope. The faith in that light and justice shall overcome the dark. Yet deep down inside you know very well where light there will always be darkness. Tomorrow, you will know this. I prophetize the end in a form of renewal.”

And with that little speech, the dark man left the court, to never be seen again. In the dawning hours of the next day, when the last abled fighting force stood proud at the gates of the city, a lone figure came. He was in a pure white robe. Without asking for any meeting with the officials, he spoke...

“Mortal denizens of Azeroth, hear me out! You stand at the last grand battle of your lives! The Light demands victory! Cast away your petty differences and fight for your lives! The fate of Azeroth, your children, and the driving force of the world; the light! Deathwing will fall if you have faith! It has been prophetized!” And then he was gone with the wind. A lone whisper seemed to carry in the wind as the figure disappeared.

The rest is unnecessary history. By the grace of the gods and the light, the last fighting force of the Azeroth Accord fought against the Army of Darkness. When the last cultist perished, Deathwing himself showed his damned face. Blessed by the light, the last living paladins and priests brought down the searing pain of the light upon the monster. Despite the casualties of battle, Deathwing perished.

Yet this was not the end. The remaining people of Azeroth felt a new sense of life. The light was the only reason for their existence now. Was it the warning by the Dark Prophet, or the call of the Light Prophet, as the two called. Whatever it was, thousands devoted their lives for them. A new organization had to be formed to fill such mass of people. The Order of the Ever Light was then born.

Yet like the organization that were formed before, the two forms of light had to be mastered and followed. The pure Light that mothers told to their children at night, and the faint and shadowy Light few ever practiced. Yet many considered the Shadow Light to be the greater of the two, seeing as the Dark Prophet seemed to be a master of this lost art, and many considered him the true reason why they were alive.

And thus the Order allowed two sects, the Order of the Pure Light, and the Order of the Shadowed Light. Over the course of the next year however, hostilities grew between the two. Like the warring factions before, a power struggle began. The newly re-established kingdoms that were beginning to flourish once again even banned the Shadowed Light. This was too far for the darker brothers of the Order. They staged a Coup d'état for control of the Order.
It was met with no success. The remaining followers of this art were banished to the underground, where nothing could live. Peace fell upon the world once again, as many more practiced the Light. Even to the point of some other arts such as the arcane and shamanism was on the brink of extinction.

...

Yet in the caverns below, a growing power thought dead was growing.

The Order of the Dark Light was created from the ashes of the Shadowed Light. There, the six last living original masters of the faint light re-formed their order. These six called themselves the Chaos Knights. They called upon those followers of the Pure Light that had strength and power inside. Soon, many heard the call and followed. From these callings came scores of new followers of the Dark Light. One of the Chaos Knights, Askaladi was tasked with training these new recruits. Soon the best of the best became Knights, while the rest remained as initiates to further train.

They do not grow in numbers, but in strength. Each Knight has a specialty of their own, yet there is a prophetized seventeenth Knight, one that will bring hell upon the followers of the Pure Light. Also, the Dark Prophet that started this all of is rumored to be on the move again. This one man would be the answer to the Dark Light’s plight. Soon, there will be a war. A war to end all wars. A war that will be like none other, that will truly put the mortals of Azeroth to the test.

The Holy Wars.

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Post by Hellborne

Author's Notes

-This was pretty much a brief summary of the background to the story. If you have been reading, you would have known from page one that this was not the standard type of WoW fiction. And it takes place in the future so a lot of this is my interpretation.

-Ok so consider that around 70% of all denizens on the Eastern Kingdoms is dead. So Humans, Worgen, Dwarves, Gnomes, Forsaken, and Blood Elves are at a near breaking point.

-That is not to say that Kalimdor’s races took some heavy loses themselves. And Thrall himself perished. To add to the dead list is the sister dragons Ysera and Alexstrasza, who fought and died at Deathwing’s claws. This leaves Nozdormu, who is still missing obviously, and Kalecgos.

-So these two unknown men help spur on the victory for the last living mortals of Azeroth, but who are they? As mentioned, the followers of Light formed a new order, and was divided into two sects. The followers of the Pure Light, which would be like the Holy and Discipline Priests for lack of a better example, and the Dark Light, pretty much shadow priests and dark paladins.

-Then a power struggle happened, which led to the defeat of the Darker of the twin practices. Banished underground, the last remaining six users of the fainter light plotted. These six became what they called the Chaos Knights.

-Typical dark recruiting happens, and now there is dozens of new followers. The most powerful are made into “Knights” while the rest still train. So the order of importance goes

Chaos Knights
Knights
Initiates

-So we learn a little more of this Seventeenth Knight, that will be very powerful. We already know whom this is, but stay tuned!

Post by Mojoworkn

/love

Obviously a well thought out and excellent backstory, which I bet is going to come in to play in the coming stories, yes? Either way, it's a nice addition to your first page, which was a little confusing at first I must admit. I'm going to have to go reread it so I know what's happening :)

So when you say "the last living mortal races" were in Orgrimmar, does this include Alliance races?

Post by Hellborne

Yes it does, the Azeroth Accord was still united under who was left alive. Plus, with no where else to go and much of your race dead, you might as well go to the last stronghold in the world.

Post by Mojoworkn

Makes sense :)

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