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So, I've written multiple stories for a project and I decided to post them here. React!
And as the mighty Icecrown fell down to the earth, the Naga and the Blood Elves fought through the masses of Undead simply to get to their masters body. After a great battle with the Blood Elves and Nage finally breaking through, they managed to get Illidan. In a hasty retreat, they had many casualties on their side. The Undead pursued them and harrassed them all the way, and the way through the mountains was deadly and dangerous. Many soldiers got sick... However, finally they managed to reach the coast. Just before the Undead had burned their fleet, they managed to escape and they left Northrend behind. The Outlandish Fleet sailed towards the Eastern Kingdoms, landing somewhere near Dalaran. They wasted no time with fighting the Scourge nor the humans. Simple and quickly they avoided any enemies and hasted themselves to the portal the Blood Elves had usd to enter Outland. Illidan was showing little to none improvement in his state, and the wound Frostmourne had made was only getting worse with an infection. The Naga and Blood Elves were spotted by a compagny of the Scourge, and this ended in a battle being fought at the portal of Dalaran, with Lady Vashj and Prince Kael'thas destroying the Death Knight of the compagny. The travel through the portal went rather slow, because the portal could only handle two persons at once passing through. After a week, the complete army arrived through the portal. However, the portal had spewed out soldiers of the Syndicate all over the regional area where it stood, and it took a week again to regroup. Remnants of loyalists to Magtheridon had spotted the return of the forces of Illidan and feared to lose their grip on Outland once more. In the absence of the main army of Illidan and Illidan himself Akama was left alone to control Outland, but the wise seer could not stand against the remnants of the legions of Magtheridon, as the Draenei were almost extinct through constant warfare with the Horde and later Magtheridon and his demons. Several groups that still weren’t found were attacked by bloodlusty demons and brutally destroyed. Without knowing about this threat, they continued to move to the stronghold of Illidan. They found many obstacles in their way, but everyone simply thought it was coincidence. Even if there were survivors of Magtheridon’s army who weren’t enslaved, Orcs nor demons would simply attack them head-on, except of slowing them down. However, these were led by an Eredar, the former right-hand of Magtheridon.
Finally, Illidan’s condition started to become better. The gaping wound he had was cleaned and he was possible to speak again to his followers. The army continued in rejoice, not knowing what was about to come.
The Eredar Commander led his forces into making an ambush, forcing them with brute force to obey his will. Whilst the Syndicate was marching, the trap sprung and Demons and Fel Orcs attacked from all side. The Naga formed a shield around the Blood Elves, as they had the spellcasters, and Kael’thas with his spellcasters rained death and fire upon the enemy. The Spell Breakers defended them from any enemy magic and destroyed the Eredars by breaking their fel magics and ripping their source of power out them. The ambush ended with the attackers fleeing, whilst the Syndicate of Outland was victorious.
Aside from this, Illidan could finally walk again and was almost permanently healed from the almost-fatal blow Arthas had made.
There were many casualties amongst the army before they reached the fortress of Illidan, the Black Temple. Ambushes kept coming and kept hitting, whilst effective Fel Guards managed to get much victims with their suicidal charges. The Eredar Commander had meanwhile fled to the siege site of the Black Temple.
Finally, the army of Illidan arrived, only to see a big army laying siege at their fortress. Kael’thas and Lady Vashj readied their men and attacked! Many demons were caught by surprise and slaughtered, but then they regrouped. They striked back with great power and were driven to the ultimate by the Eredar commander.
Just as everything seemed lost, a great figure appeared in the sky, bearing tattoos and the Twin Blades of Azzinoth! It was Illidan himself, and he charged down, killing the Eredar who lead this army almost immediately. Suddenly, the Draenei attacked from their besieged position, and the demons and Fel Orcs were trapped. A massive slaughter occurred that day, and the final remains of the influence Magtheridon had over Outland disappeared for good. Illidan once more inherited his throne, with Akama, Lady Vashj and Kael aiding him.
But now… Illidan had to face even something bigger and stronger.
The wrath of Kil’jaeden.
And probably my suckiest story for the project..
Arthas looked at the body on the ground and spit on it.
‘’Weakling..’’ he mumbled as he turned away from Illidan’s body.
He looked up and saw the massive mountain where the Lich King was imprisoned in.
Leaving Illidan behind, he entered the mountain and followed the stairs…
He knew what he had to do, freeing the Lich King. He had to become the most dreaded person on Azeroth itself.
Then, the voices appeared, of Muradin, of his father, of Uther. They haunted him, filling his head with quotes and messages from the past.
For a moment he stopped.
Could he return now? Could he simply go back? Should he give the spirits peace?
He looked up at the massive Frozen Throne that could be seen from his position.
And suddenly he was reminded again of why he was here, what he would do.
He ignored their voices and walked on, on the stairway.
The voices kept getting stronger and louder, booming and powerful.
However, even they couldn’t stop Arthas as he kept walking, never stopping.
Finally, he stood in front of the Frozen Throne. It looked massive and from an other world.
Then, the voice of Ner’zhul overpowered the other voices, and the earth shook for a moment, and even outside the Frozen Throne it could be heard and felt.
‘’Release me from my prison!’’ boomed the voice.
Arthas unsheathed Frostmourne and looked at the block of ice.
Then, with all his power, he swung Frostmourne against the Frozen Throne and it shattered into thousand and one pieces, all spread across the floor!
The armour of the Lich King rolled over the floor, but Arthas only picked up the helmet.
He held it above his head and closed his eyes as he put it on.
Once more, the great voice boomed; ‘’Now we are one!’’
The earth started to shake as he performed this action and the great mountain where the Lich King was imprisoned in started to collapse! Large blocks of stone started to fall and nobody could stop it. The Lich King opened his eyes and they were completely icy, unnatural and evil.
And as the Icecrown finally had fallen and become a spiral of pure ice, The Lich King finally sat down on his throne and watched over Northrend...
‘’Weakling..’’ he mumbled as he turned away from Illidan’s body.
He looked up and saw the massive mountain where the Lich King was imprisoned in.
Leaving Illidan behind, he entered the mountain and followed the stairs…
He knew what he had to do, freeing the Lich King. He had to become the most dreaded person on Azeroth itself.
Then, the voices appeared, of Muradin, of his father, of Uther. They haunted him, filling his head with quotes and messages from the past.
For a moment he stopped.
Could he return now? Could he simply go back? Should he give the spirits peace?
He looked up at the massive Frozen Throne that could be seen from his position.
And suddenly he was reminded again of why he was here, what he would do.
He ignored their voices and walked on, on the stairway.
The voices kept getting stronger and louder, booming and powerful.
However, even they couldn’t stop Arthas as he kept walking, never stopping.
Finally, he stood in front of the Frozen Throne. It looked massive and from an other world.
Then, the voice of Ner’zhul overpowered the other voices, and the earth shook for a moment, and even outside the Frozen Throne it could be heard and felt.
‘’Release me from my prison!’’ boomed the voice.
Arthas unsheathed Frostmourne and looked at the block of ice.
Then, with all his power, he swung Frostmourne against the Frozen Throne and it shattered into thousand and one pieces, all spread across the floor!
The armour of the Lich King rolled over the floor, but Arthas only picked up the helmet.
He held it above his head and closed his eyes as he put it on.
Once more, the great voice boomed; ‘’Now we are one!’’
The earth started to shake as he performed this action and the great mountain where the Lich King was imprisoned in started to collapse! Large blocks of stone started to fall and nobody could stop it. The Lich King opened his eyes and they were completely icy, unnatural and evil.
And as the Icecrown finally had fallen and become a spiral of pure ice, The Lich King finally sat down on his throne and watched over Northrend...
And as the mighty Icecrown fell down to the earth, the Naga and the Blood Elves fought through the masses of Undead simply to get to their masters body. After a great battle with the Blood Elves and Nage finally breaking through, they managed to get Illidan. In a hasty retreat, they had many casualties on their side. The Undead pursued them and harrassed them all the way, and the way through the mountains was deadly and dangerous. Many soldiers got sick... However, finally they managed to reach the coast. Just before the Undead had burned their fleet, they managed to escape and they left Northrend behind. The Outlandish Fleet sailed towards the Eastern Kingdoms, landing somewhere near Dalaran. They wasted no time with fighting the Scourge nor the humans. Simple and quickly they avoided any enemies and hasted themselves to the portal the Blood Elves had usd to enter Outland. Illidan was showing little to none improvement in his state, and the wound Frostmourne had made was only getting worse with an infection. The Naga and Blood Elves were spotted by a compagny of the Scourge, and this ended in a battle being fought at the portal of Dalaran, with Lady Vashj and Prince Kael'thas destroying the Death Knight of the compagny. The travel through the portal went rather slow, because the portal could only handle two persons at once passing through. After a week, the complete army arrived through the portal. However, the portal had spewed out soldiers of the Syndicate all over the regional area where it stood, and it took a week again to regroup. Remnants of loyalists to Magtheridon had spotted the return of the forces of Illidan and feared to lose their grip on Outland once more. In the absence of the main army of Illidan and Illidan himself Akama was left alone to control Outland, but the wise seer could not stand against the remnants of the legions of Magtheridon, as the Draenei were almost extinct through constant warfare with the Horde and later Magtheridon and his demons. Several groups that still weren’t found were attacked by bloodlusty demons and brutally destroyed. Without knowing about this threat, they continued to move to the stronghold of Illidan. They found many obstacles in their way, but everyone simply thought it was coincidence. Even if there were survivors of Magtheridon’s army who weren’t enslaved, Orcs nor demons would simply attack them head-on, except of slowing them down. However, these were led by an Eredar, the former right-hand of Magtheridon.
Finally, Illidan’s condition started to become better. The gaping wound he had was cleaned and he was possible to speak again to his followers. The army continued in rejoice, not knowing what was about to come.
The Eredar Commander led his forces into making an ambush, forcing them with brute force to obey his will. Whilst the Syndicate was marching, the trap sprung and Demons and Fel Orcs attacked from all side. The Naga formed a shield around the Blood Elves, as they had the spellcasters, and Kael’thas with his spellcasters rained death and fire upon the enemy. The Spell Breakers defended them from any enemy magic and destroyed the Eredars by breaking their fel magics and ripping their source of power out them. The ambush ended with the attackers fleeing, whilst the Syndicate of Outland was victorious.
Aside from this, Illidan could finally walk again and was almost permanently healed from the almost-fatal blow Arthas had made.
There were many casualties amongst the army before they reached the fortress of Illidan, the Black Temple. Ambushes kept coming and kept hitting, whilst effective Fel Guards managed to get much victims with their suicidal charges. The Eredar Commander had meanwhile fled to the siege site of the Black Temple.
Finally, the army of Illidan arrived, only to see a big army laying siege at their fortress. Kael’thas and Lady Vashj readied their men and attacked! Many demons were caught by surprise and slaughtered, but then they regrouped. They striked back with great power and were driven to the ultimate by the Eredar commander.
Just as everything seemed lost, a great figure appeared in the sky, bearing tattoos and the Twin Blades of Azzinoth! It was Illidan himself, and he charged down, killing the Eredar who lead this army almost immediately. Suddenly, the Draenei attacked from their besieged position, and the demons and Fel Orcs were trapped. A massive slaughter occurred that day, and the final remains of the influence Magtheridon had over Outland disappeared for good. Illidan once more inherited his throne, with Akama, Lady Vashj and Kael aiding him.
But now… Illidan had to face even something bigger and stronger.
The wrath of Kil’jaeden.
And probably my suckiest story for the project..
It had been eight months since the mighty Horde had stormed the fortress of the Eastern Alliance, battling through an army of Kul Tiras marines. They had left the city in ruins, filled with death corpses and bodies. The remainings men from Kul Tiras cursed the Horde and left on their ships, back to their homeland, and along with their beloved Admiral who was killed.. Jaina and her men were left alone to rebuild Theramore.
However, the one who thought that the Orcs would simply vanish from Theramore, leaving the humans to c are for themselves, was wrong. The next week, a whole fleet full of Orcs arrived, but these were not warriors, but peons. Thrall had sent them to help, because the humans proved to be tough fighters and Jaina had kept her alliance. These mighty orcish workers immediatly started rebuilding Theramore, along with the human peasants. They worked together like never seen before in history, because the lowest ones in the hierarchy had no despise for each other. Theramore was rebuilt in a matter of six months. Only because of the workers that had helped this occurred so fast. But also extra things were added. A great wall arose in the city, and lots of new houses were built.
Sadly, the workers who actually did this, the peons and peasans, never got any form of reward.
And thus, Theramore arose! Proud and mighty, ready to withstand any siege. From the ashes of the former Theramore a new bastion of humanity had risen, powerful and mighty! Thousands of colonists came to Theramore, fleeing for the Scourge. The city grew and grew, and since the fall of Stormwind, Theramore was proclaimed the capital of Humanity!
However, when fire is reborn from the ashes, then it will become ash again, in a matter of time..
A new threat was coming.
However, the one who thought that the Orcs would simply vanish from Theramore, leaving the humans to c are for themselves, was wrong. The next week, a whole fleet full of Orcs arrived, but these were not warriors, but peons. Thrall had sent them to help, because the humans proved to be tough fighters and Jaina had kept her alliance. These mighty orcish workers immediatly started rebuilding Theramore, along with the human peasants. They worked together like never seen before in history, because the lowest ones in the hierarchy had no despise for each other. Theramore was rebuilt in a matter of six months. Only because of the workers that had helped this occurred so fast. But also extra things were added. A great wall arose in the city, and lots of new houses were built.
Sadly, the workers who actually did this, the peons and peasans, never got any form of reward.
And thus, Theramore arose! Proud and mighty, ready to withstand any siege. From the ashes of the former Theramore a new bastion of humanity had risen, powerful and mighty! Thousands of colonists came to Theramore, fleeing for the Scourge. The city grew and grew, and since the fall of Stormwind, Theramore was proclaimed the capital of Humanity!
However, when fire is reborn from the ashes, then it will become ash again, in a matter of time..
A new threat was coming.
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