Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIVIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VI3 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
The gargoyles flew past the mountains of Icecrown, past endless icy expanses and barren lands until the clouds above Sholazar Basin enveloped them whole.
A crunching sound and a gargoyle was gone. One by one they vanished and soon Bolvar lost contact with them. His fingers twitched.
Once again he stood on the dam overlooking the Crystalsong Forest, brooding. There was no sound there except for the wind. No drums of war, no grinding or clicking of teeth, no roars or voices, not even the spirit in the helm bothered him and while his silence was unusual Bolvar dared not ask. The peacefulness was welcome.
“You’ve been awfully silent, orc,” Bolvar said hours later yet the spirit did not answer.
It was then that he felt the eyes of someone else, though he already knew who it was. The Knights of the Ebon Blade had been studyin
Warlord's Of Draenor: Game ReviewWarlords of Draenor, World of Warcraft’s most recent, and arguable worst expansion to date. But is it really? I decided to throw in my own two cents on the matter, and at the end, offer idea’s that Blizzard should take from the expansion. This is mostly my opinion, and if you think most of the youtuber’s are right about this expansion, you have been warned, for my thoughts are much different from theirs.Warlord's Of Draenor: Game Review2 days ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
No Flying: One of the few things about WoD that went right was there was to be no flying in game. Blizzard build a beautiful world for this expansion, and sometime’s I would simply wander around a zone on mount back, taking in the scenery. However, I’m the minority on this one, and one of the few people who started in MoP to hold this idea. Pandaria was big, designed with flying in mind for late game, which made going through on mount a real pain. WoD zones where much smaller, but thanks to being ground bound, they felt much more expansive.
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 14, Into the Storm (P6)Llorrin went all the way down to the lowest part of the ship, ignoring everyone in his way. Wyll and Jake were guarding the door to the hold, where the mana stone resided. The risk someone would try to tamper with the stone, or that they even could, was small, but it was better to not take any chances. It didn’t sit right with him that he had none of his own men posted here, but at least they didn’t make a fuss about letting him through. They might have if they knew what he was up to.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 14, Into the Storm (P6)6 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He approached the mana stone. It pulsated slowly with the magic held inside. It was difficult to imagine all that energy had come from him. He had the power to move a ship this big… which was amazing, but what he really wanted was the power to move entire fleets. He recalled how Irewyth had sunk Gronbag’s juggernaught. He imagined how thrilling it would be to have power like that at his fingertips… Or was that the demon talking?
If I can control my magic without the demon
Sailor Azeroth: Beginning: Elder's TaleLast time on Sailor AzerothSailor Azeroth: Beginning: Elder's Tale4 days ago in Fantasy More Like This
“That is something I can tell you a lot about,” She said with a grin. “But it will be quite a long tale indeed.”
“The Orc’s where one of Draenor’s native races. However, before even the formation of the clan’s as we know them today, many of Draenor’s other natives waged war against each other, and against us. No matter how many prisoners we took, none told us the answer. The slaughter nearly wiped out the orcish people, many other races were wiped out entirely, never to be seen again. One day, an orc from the frozen north of Daenor, decided enough was enough.” The elder was interrupted by a child to my left.
“Isn’t this the same tale about the founding of the Frostwolf clan?” He asked confused. The elder shot him an angry glance, silencing the child, but she decided to answer in question anyway.
“Both tale’s have their convergence, but you must let me finish first,
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The shouts of the Brawler's arena resounded off of the dingy metal walls around it. Poor lighting kept everything mostly in shadow. Elisya Darkwing cast her lazy silver gaze over the brawl enthusiasts. Nearby a Worgen donned in plate armor leaned over the railing, egging on his comrade fighting below. Giggling farther down the bar caught her attention. Glancing over she saw a female Draenei flirting with a masked Kal'Dorei male. She smirked and took a swig of her drink. The malt ale was smooth going down and filled her chest with a burn she was all too familiar with.
It had been years since Elisya had set foot in Stormwind. In honesty, she had avoided it like the Plague. In some respects, it was. Her high standing in the Silverwing Sentinels had prompted her to become as trusted as she could be with Varian Wrynn. That trust had been her undoing. First it was the war against the Lich King which caused
Death Knight George Hunter magic journal #31Death Knight17 hours ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
What happen when we died? Who take our souls to the afterlife? In ancient times, people said it the Grim Reaper. Now a near-death experience reveal to us that Death himself have some helpers with the journey to the afterlife. The helpers are call Death Knights. Like the name, they are mysterious knights in dark armor and can be only seen by people who are close to death and/or deceased. They seem to be task with making sure that the soul of the deceased make it way to the afterlife. In some legends about the Death Knights, they was once angels who didn't choose a side during the Devil's fail rebellion in Heaven. As punishment for their neutral, God have ban them for Heaven. The once-neutral angels seek a new home. They soon join Death and become the Death Knights. Ever thought the Death Knights are not seen by non-deceased humans, there is a sighting of a Death Knight in a city call Nightcity.
Sailor Azeroth: Beginning: NagrandWorks in bold are spells.Sailor Azeroth: Beginning: Nagrand6 days ago in Fantasy More Like This
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“An orc by the name of Garrosh Hellscream,” He started, and as it didn’t need confirmation, “Son of Grommash Hellscream.”
The next day
Rega’s Point of View
The festival was massive. All the people of the Horde had arrived in Ogrimmar for the event. I had never meet a blood elf before, so I was surprised when they were not like their night elf cousins. With glowing green eyes, tall stature, and their lack of fur, tusks, or fangs, they looked very much more tame by comparison. They brought with them some of the most advanced secrets of arcane magic and also holy magic as well. Several blood knights had came along as well. Armored warriors capable of healing and offensive magic, they were something that the horde had never seen before. At least, ones that were on our side. I had already heard talk from a few citizens that some of these blood knights where going to try out the arena, and there
Death, Fire, and the comes the dawn: Chapter 3Death, Fire, and then comes the Dawn.Death, Fire, and the comes the dawn: Chapter 33 days ago in Profiles More Like This
Though the Nightingale family could have used more time mourning their losses, family and friends. The columns of smoke rising from the burial pyres had begun to blacken the sky once more, and it seemed as such that the sky itself was weeping for the lost.
The wind was howling, the soil was soaked, and muddy from the pouring rain, The worgens that had their humanity restored, were getting together with their families, for some they were accepted back, while others where shut out completely, Gabriel couldn't help to feel a bit of pity for the beasts.
That didn't last long however, Gabriel had finally returned to the town after days of staring, praying and resting out in the cold by the burial pyres. He was waiting for something, he was worried for Isabelle Morrowfield, she had not been in the burial pile, and still she hadn't shown up in Duskhaven or send word to anyone.
Gabriel sighed as he entered the main hall of the small house,
Arinvald building his armyArinvald wasted no time. He walked steadily up the hill, rain hitting his face. It was night, the moon shining brightly above him; clouds fading beneath the lunar glow. Keeping his pace, snow riding up his black leather boots and pants, he found his place atop the small cliff; looking down over an army, his army.Arinvald building his army4 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Brothers, sisters!” He said after a long pause, his sea-green eyes looking between them all. He exhaled slowly, the magic that hid his form faded; turning him back into the Quel’dorei that he knew himself to be, his eyes returning to his snowy-blue. “We’ve spent many years in hiding, we’ve spent so long trying to fit in to their society!”
He looked between them all, his features shaping down from his rugged Human, down to his angular Elvish; long silver hair falling over his shoulders, replacing his ebony-black. “For so long have we hid who we are! There are those within this city that parade as us, that show to be one of us! We
First Hello, Last GoodbyeThe two Blood Elves stood overlooking a lake in the Howling Fjord.First Hello, Last Goodbye1 week ago in General Fiction More Like This
The shorter one was wearing warm furs to keep the cold nip of the fjord at bay. She had short, curly, pale-blonde hair with a few freckles scattered across her slightly sun-touched skin, baby-pink lips and a nervous tremor in her hands. Her eyes wore the same fel-green tinge as all her kind, but were noticeably lighter, warmer and more welcoming.
Beside her was a taller, lighter elf, one with shoulder-length dark red hair and blazing, green eyes, red lips and flawless skin, donned in fiery robes with a staff of a similar hue. She had an heir of confidence about her that didn't quite mask the distressed frown above her brow or the way she dropped her gaze from whatever she was focusing on to stare off into the distance, re-visiting a world in her head that she wished was real.
The cousins couldn't be less like family, but the two girls stood out greatly from the family name, the Velanes, known for their wealth, their stu
Lord, Refugee, Blacksmith, Duty: Chapter 5Lord, Refugee, Blacksmith, Duty.Lord, Refugee, Blacksmith, Duty: Chapter 53 days ago in Profiles More Like This
It had all gone by so fast, from being a son, to lord, to refugee, and now a Blacksmith. The forge had been Gabriel’s sanctuary, each armor and weapon he had made was forged, with the fury, and hatred against the Undead, and sorrow of that, he and his people had lost. Was this the price for the ignorance of the Gilneans hiding behind a wall for all these years?
Gabriel was at a loss, he needed to find a way to move on. The forge had begun to seem like his life, each strike reminding him of his dearest Isabelle. Often he would wonder if she was alive and well, but he did not dare to keep his hopes up. The master of the forge had come to Gabriel, he knew the story now, he had tried to help, and this time there might were a chance. A caravan was about to head towards Stormwind, it would be a short journey on three days if nothing were to happen, and the Forge master wanted Gabriel to go with the Caravan as represent for the smith.
Char sheet - Anjula (by Featherhowl)Name: Anjula of the ShadowtoothChar sheet - Anjula (by Featherhowl)5 days ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
Race: dark troll
Affiliations: Shadowtooth tribe, Cenarion Circle
Alignment: neutral good
Face Claim: Vidya Balan ::drools::
Voice: the voices in my head don't sound right at tbis time; I need to ponder that part of her a little more
Class: druidews of the claw (bear druid); formerly a hunter
Occupation: none; she and her family live off the land
Apparent Age: 20
Date of Birth: 6
Marital Status: mated/paired with Melas Bowleaf; they don't care about written documents
Residence: semi nomadic, mostly througout Nightsong Forest
Body Type: very curvy (probably normal curvy for her kind)
Height: 7'6" (kind of short for a female dark troll if non-RPG game lore is followed)
Hair: charcoal grey
Eyes: originally red; began to glow amber when she respecced as a druidess
Skin: dark, royal purple
Piercings: gold earrings up and down
Dawn and a new beginning: Chapter 4Dawn and a new beginningDawn and a new beginning: Chapter 43 days ago in Profiles More Like This
The woods were dense and the parts of roads where the siblings crossed were of broken cobblestones and toppled stone fences. The stench of rot, and smoke filled the air, as the wind was howling over hill and mountains, but no rain would be accompanying it. The sun was rising slowly over the ocean that lied in the distance, the mud beneath their feet was thick and sticky, and every so often, they would almost slip in it.
Gabriel led his sibling through land and woods, over road and lake. As they made their way towards the goat-path, they reached a longer stretch laying in clearing, the sound of cannons and war from Gilneas had grown distant while the siblings had been moving around the field of battle. At the side of the long road their stood one single house, it appeared to be one of the few road-shops of Gilneas.
The house was burned down recently, the smoke still rising from the dying cinders not being able to find more material that was flam
In duty we serve - Cataclysmic Events : Chapter 6In duty we serve; Cataclysmic eventsIn duty we serve - Cataclysmic Events : Chapter 63 days ago in Profiles More Like This
Under the cover-name, Max Wolfborne, Gabriel choose to become a soldier in the Alliance Military, he served the High King faithfully, but never forgot his roots. He was an exceptional warrior, and well read on trade, politics, and tactics. Moreover, more than once in the start of his new career he was close to blow his cover. His Officers knew who he really was, and often he were taken aside to talk about his mental state, they knew what had happened in Gilneas, and so they were still thoughtful if he would at some point turn into a worgen at some point. On the battlefield, he was an inspirational warrior, his blade singing, as it would carry through every blow against the Horde. He did not hate the Horde. However, neither did he like them, if the Forsaken was involved in a Horde regiment, Gabriel would forget everything, and he would abandon his current target, as he would change to charge at the Undead, with cleaving strikes cutti
Gabriel Nightingale Background: Chapter1From Dawn to DuskGabriel Nightingale Background: Chapter13 days ago in Profiles More Like This
Gabriel was born a late summer afternoon, within his parents bedroom, in the Nightingale Mansion in the Northern parts of Gilneas. The first born son of the Nightingale family, a noble family, of a warrior heritage. His cries, as loud of ten men in battle.
His mother, a young red-haired Lady named Marilyn Heriald Nightingale, swept him Dusk-grey silks, after the house-maidens had dried Gabriel young fragile body from the blood, and his father, Lord Thanro Nightingale had cut the belly-cord connecting mother and child.
Celebrations were kept, and blessings and gifts was given to the young newborn. First born son, First of his name, Gabriel Nightingale.
Time passed as the young boy got raised with his loving family, not many years before his own birth, getting a brother and sister as well, Aeden and Elaisa Nightingale.
Gabriel found them curious, yet felt the need to protect them along with his big sister, Celesté.
Gabriel enjoyed his childhood, fo
The gathering of a Future: Chapter 7The gathering of a future.The gathering of a Future: Chapter 73 days ago in Profiles More Like This
Tolling bells and cheering crowds met the Alliance army on the Stormwind docks. The army was cheered upon as heroes. However many of the men, did not relish in the citizens praise, it was not that they were not happy. However, more because of the aftermath. Some of them had seen more death than single commander would see in a lifetime. Some had lost close friends, loved ones, and even family. Those that relished in the praise walked on the outer rim of the army as the marched through, making it seem as if we all were alive and happy. Talren had passed away from his wounds while being tended to. His last words “Don’t run away from the past”, resonating in Max Wolfborns head as he walked through amongst his other comrades, his facial expression haven grown emotionless through the travel home as the words kept resonating.
Medals of service and honor was extended to many in the army, for many days the city of Stormwind would m
And So Dusk has Fallen: chapter 2And so Dusk has FallenAnd So Dusk has Fallen: chapter 23 days ago in Profiles More Like This
Life had been good for Gabriel, and for a time it appeared as if it would continue like such, his secret meetings with Isabelle was hardly a secret to anyone anymore but his mother. His training was going steady, and the studies was far behind him. Already able to attend to his fathers meetings, though he found it awfully boring.
One day however, early in the evening, the dark had just begun to set, and the sky was black with clouds, it was about to rain, and the trees outside the Nightingale Estates windows where lightly bending in their old crowns.
There had been rumors of people vanishing and dark howls coming from beyond the walls, and through the hills. True, some of the Nightingale Guardsmen had gone missing, but some had returned with only a small cold and a rash after a "dog bite". Suddenly a scream was heard, down the estates corridors, and the sound of the maids tea-stray falling onto the ground.
Gabriel sighted and went outside his roo
The Life, Death and Rebirth of Clyde Bowan: Ch1Chapter 1: LifeThe Life, Death and Rebirth of Clyde Bowan: Ch15 days ago in Fantasy More Like This
A few years had passed since the encounter down the alley. Clyde had awoken from his slumber; he sat up slowly, in his own room now. Fairly sized it was covered in shades of blue including lush silk coverings for his four poster bed.
Clyde had sprouted up in recent years, the lovely age of sixteen he was starting to become a man. His looks had not changed much aside from he was starting to grow some hair on his chin, smartly dressed as ever as he moved over to the dressing table, combing his hair and tying it back in the same blue ribbon he had those years ago.
As he peered out the window, the weather appeared a little sunny for once, rare for the Gilnean lands. He put on his leggings and boots before stepping out of the door, moving to the dining room where his parents would be sat either ends of the table, making Clyde take a middle seat as the servants would bring food in,
“Clyde, you will be late for the introductions, ge
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Gilneas, Known as the gloomy city. Streets all tightly squeezed like a tin of sardines with but a small cobblestone lane to separate the streets, it was very un-even as the horse driven stagecoaches would be driven around the place carrying the noble-folk and the commoners alike. The air was cold, muggy and some of the tall dimly candle-lit lamps had their flames flickered out, by accidental or purposeful reasons was up to one to guess as one chose their paths carefully through the darkened streets. Even in daylight it would be dull as the towers and the clouds blocked most of the sunrays. It was up to the person which dark alley they chose to pass through for their safer journey home.
A small boy ran through the cathedral district, laughing merrily. He looked no more than seven years old, a tanned skin about him and dressed in fine silks, the shirt being a blue and the grey trousers followed by some black shined shoes which would be ech