| Posted By WhatUrMuva on 9/28/03 @ 10:08:08 AM |
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The horde of troops go charging into battle lead by the warrior, Windcry the Blademaster. What a horrible site! The wall of Dwarven riflemen guarding the Stronghold of Dun Algaz are annihilating the charging army. Falling by the dozens the horde finds it impossible to climb the wall alive. They all retreat. Windcry dodges the mad crowd that seem to be trying to destroy him. "I’ll be back, you white freaks" Windcry shouts at the towering castle. Then a lone crack snaps. Windcry turned around ready to attack anything near him. An angelic creature is flying toward him. Behind the angel Windcry can see a Paladin walking toward him with a warhammer with lightning coming from it. The angel grabs Windcry by the flag and carries him off into the distance. Windcry struggles to get free but for some reason the sword doesn’t affect the awesome creature. Hanging up in the air so high Windcry finally reasons that maybe it isn’t such a good idea to get free at the moment. He breaks into a deep meditation to reason to his gods that his is in dire trouble. The reach ground in the middle of a forest. "Where are we?", asks Windcry. The angel answers,"Ask your gods." What a racist! The angel blows up in a bright burst of light and disappears. What an amazing site! "Well since I don’t have anything else to do, I might as well take a nap", says Windcry to himself. "Wait a second, I’m talking to myself. Now I’m really scared." He wanders for a couple minutes looking for a good tree to lean against. He sees a good one by a swamp. He walk up to it and sits down. Then he hears a twig snap. He immediately jumps up ready to slash at whoever is there. Then he feels the ground start to rumble. five bodies come from the ground in front of him. He jumps out of the way and over to an open area. The bodies come up and start walking towards him. The look like rotten skin on bones. He grabs his throwing stars from his pouch. He throws his first star at the head of the closest one. The impact of the throw knock the head of the ghoul but it didn’t stop the thing. He throws the rest at it and destroys its limbs. "Well that’s one down!" he says to himself. He pulls out his sword and gets into attack position. Then from behind the small militia flies up an ugly floating woman’s spirit. Windcry recognizes it instantly. He grabs his earplugs from his pouch and stabs his ears with them. The horrible banshee lets out a terrible scream that knocks Windcry to the ground. The four ghouls jump on him and tie him up. Fearing for his life he goes back into his severe meditation When he opens his eyes he finds himself in a dungeon of some sort. He reaches behind his back for his sword to find nothing, not even his flag. Then he looks out a barred window. A dark swampy fog surrounds the immediate area. Then he sees more of them. Those ugly ghouls are all huddled in a circle. One of them looks up at Windcry and laughs at him. "What the hell?", Windcry asks himself. "Boo!" "AHHHH!" Windcry turns and shouts again. "Whoa, calm down!" It’s a shaman! Windcry was so caught up in the event he didn’t notice he wasn’t alone. "How the hell did you get in here?", asks Windcry. "I was here before you!" "Damn you scared the shit out of me! Why did you do that?" "It gets boring in here and I wanted a little excitement. You have to admit that that was hilarious! he he he he" Windcry sat there in silence and frustration thinking about his embarrassment. Then he got the nerve to ask, "What’s your name?" "My name is Zuluhed." "Are you serious??" "Have you heard of me?" "Hell yeah! You used to be the chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan! I thought you died when the humans had their initial attack! How’d you get away and how’d you get caught by these... these.... things?" "When they got us caught in a corner, we tried to get away on some dragons. That didn’t work well when their shooters* pierced the wings of the dragons. So then we looked for a week point in the attack. We found one. I gathered seventeen berserkers, and had them start whipping through a small force of shooters. Surprisingly we never seemed to kill any of them. The odd thing was that there were odd sprinkles floating around them all the time. That’s when I realized that we didn’t have a chance. So I told them to retreat so I could come up with another plan. I figured that since brute force wasn’t working that maybe our magiks could work. So I created a crack in the earth with an earthquake. This crack was very hard to make. I had to make it go around the humans without out it being noticed. It took days of planning and spelling for me to complete it. When the day came for me escape, I had my what was left of Gul’dans deathknights, and had them give me and my army of three grunts and five ogres unholy armor. Then we entered the crack and escaped. Luckily or base was taken over moments after so that while we were escaping they were concentrating attacking our base. After that we left southward toward the portal hoping that the humans wouldn’t catch us. When we arrived at Blackrock Spire we found that it had been decimated. We figured that the humans were trying to kill us off. So we turned to the southwest to hide in the forests of Stormwind. When we arrived at Stormwind, we found that it had been converted back to a human colony. So we headed further southward toward the inhabited areas. We lived there for a couple years eating wild animals and practicing our fighting skills. Then one day, these things as you call them attacked our camp. We fled from the large horde of creatures. The ogres decided to stay behind to try to fend off the horrid creatures. The grunts and I went to one of our secondary bases. There we picked up stored food and weapons. We then went to the woods north of Stormwind. Days later the humans from Stormwind fled to the sea but only four transports made it out. The rest didn’t make it out in time. When we saw this, we decided that these creatures were a power to be reckoned with. We traveled north hoping the dreaded humans wouldn’t come marching through Kaz Modan and find us. We set camp in the mountains of Ironforge. Two years later, in the middle of the night, we were abducted by these creatures. The grunts fought back and lost their lives. The to my surprise they were risen from the grave, but they had different minds and resembled the beings that they were killed by. Of course I knew when I was beaten so I let them take me. They brought me here and that happened about three days ago. I was left here and I’m assuming the want our bodies, but I don’t know why they just don’t kill us." * The shooters are archers and not riflemen. I figured that they have their own names for the opposite race’s units. Five days later, riding on an undead horse through the woods is the infamous shaman: Ner’zhul. He is surrounded by his army of corpses, the Scourge. He is traveling to his base protecting the Spider Temple. When he gets there, he hops off of his ride and walks to the nearest ghoul. "Where are the prisoners?", asks Ner’zhul. "What?", asks the ghoul. "Where are the prisoners?", repeats Ner’zhul. "Huh?", asks the ghoul. "WHERE ARE THE PRISONERS?", angrily shouts Ner’zhul. "Uh, I don’t know", says the ghoul. "You incompetent son of a harpy! What do you mean you don’t know?", shouts Ner’zhul. "I don’t know," says the ghoul. Ner’zhul strikes the ghoul with a black lightning bolt and says to himself, "Corpses just aren’t what the used to be." He looks around and finds the banshee. "Where did you put the prisoners?", he asks. "They are in the cell in the Spider Temple, sir," returns the banshee. "Thank you!" Then he says to himself, "It’s about time!" "You ghouls guard base while I question the prisoners," he says to his army. He walks in a majestic gate to the Spider Temple and trips on a rock. He looks to the ground and then all around to check if anyone saw him. All the ghouls turn their heads around. As Ner’zhul starts to walk again, the ghouls start to giggle. Ner’zhul turns around with lightning coming from his eyes. The ghouls stop giggling and pretend that they were having a conversation. Ner’zhul turns around and walks to the guard. "What’s your name and business?", asks the guard. "Ner’zhul. I have come to question the prisoners." "How do I know that you are really Ner’zhul?" "Do you dare question me?" The lightning builds up again. "Uhh, no sir!" Ner’zhul walks into the temple and over to the cell. He grabs a chair and sits in front of the cell door. He slams his shield against the cell to wake the prisoners. Zuluhed wakes up with a scare. Ner’zhul slams the cell again. "He’s meditating," says Zuluhed. "Well, get him to stop it!" Zuluhed shakes Windcry. Windcry breaks his trance and asks, "What do you want?" "Someone’s here." "Oh." "Shut up!", shouts Ner’zhul(that dumbass ghoul really pissed him off). "Now you have both been brought here because you are great commanders. You have proven that you can handle tactical battles very well. Our forces are short on leaders at the moment. I would like you to join forces with me. "Why me?", asks Windcry. "Like I said, you are great at tactics. My forces are too stupid to let them go and attack wherever I want them to. I want to convert you to my side. I’ll give you the night to sleep on it. And I guess in your case, to meditate on it." "One more question. What do guys call yourselves?" "We are the Scourge. We are the underworld come to stake our claims on the souls of Azeroth." "Well that was odd now wasn’t it. Who was that anyway?", asks Windcry. "I don’t know. He looked like a shaman though." "Hey! I just thought of something. Why don’t you use a spell to get out of here?" "I fell to weak to perform any spells. I tried once before you were brought here and I almost got knocked out. I think that there is something here draining my mana." "Did you see where they put my stuff?", asks Windcry. "They put them on the rack over there by that ugly tree that the banshee is by." "Wait a second. I was wearing earplugs. They probably got them. Dang!" "What? What’s so important about the earplugs?" "I can’t escape without them. The banshee would get them." "So now we’re planning an escape instead of figuring out what we do when that guy comes back?" "We escape at night so we don’t have to worry about him." "How do you think we’ll get through the bars?" "You’ll find out. Now I’m going to pray to the gods so that there are absolutely no worries." "Umm, I think I’ll think of an idea for our decision. "I’ve got someone to meet. I’ll leave a couple ghouls here for guard duty," Ner’zhul tell the banshee. "Yes, sir." Ner’zhul hops on his undead horse and trots off away from the swamps. Two hours later a surprise attack is launched on the Scourge base. Within the ranks are: two shamans, three grunts, two wolfraiders, and a spiritwalker. A group of six ghouls all attack at the wolfraiders. The two shamans both perform lightning spells and destroy all of the ghouls before they even reach the raiders. Then three skeletons and two death knights come to attack. The grunts take on the skeletons and slaughter them. While the wolfraiders are fighting the deathknights, the spiritwalker summons his spirit wolf. The wolf spirit swoops in and wipes out the death knight. Meanwhile watching her forces get crushed, the banshee gives a howl. The spirit wolf takes the blow and dissipates in the air. The orc army then runs towards the banshee. She flew up as high as she could get and flew away. Low on mana, the group could do nothing. The group split up to check out the buildings. One of the grunts shouted out, "There’s two orcs in here!" The grunt takes his ax and chops at the lock on the door. After four blows, the lock gives and he opens the door. "Thank you," says Zuluhed. Windcry walks straight to the weapons rack. He grabs his flag and puts it in the back of his belt. He then grabs his sword and straps it to his side. He then looks for his earplugs. "What are you looking for?", the spiritwalker asks Windcry. "I had earplugs. They weren’t cheap and I want them back," Windcry replies. "Okay...." After searching for fifteen minutes, Windcry gives up and walks up to the spiritwalker to thank him. Before Windcry can get a word out, the spiritwalker asks him, "Are you Windcry the Blademaster?" "Yes." "Thrall, the chieftain of the Northern order of Orcs, has been looking for you. You must see him immediately." "How do I get to him?" "I’ll take you. We need to leave to report this victory any ways. We’ll all be going up to Ironforge in the morning. From there I’ll have you escorted to Dun Modr. There you’ll meet Thrall." "What about Zuluhed?" "He’ll come with you." "So where are we sleeping for the night?", asks Windcry. "We have an encampment two miles north of here. It’s starting to get dark so we better get a move on," says the spiritwalker. "All out!" Meanwhile, out near the edge of the woods, the banshee catches up with Ner’zhul. "What are YOU doing here?", shouts Ner’zhul. "The base was attacked and our forces were destroyed. And they used a spell against my scream so I couldn’t stop them. Forgive me, master." "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!", howls Ner’zhul. |
| Posted By lincolnluxor on 10/03/03 @ 9:49:24 AM |
| nice little story... but it couldn't hold my attention like the funny one could. I was forcing myself to read it |
| Posted By WhatUrMuva on 10/03/03 @ 1:10:07 PM |
| well each story has a different context..some are humor and some are serious |
| Posted By adhesive on 10/04/03 @ 8:01:46 AM |
| i liked it tho a few parts were boring it was still pretty good |
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