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Short Story Contest #3 - Heirloom

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but a limit is still a limit right?... just asking...

Yes, but on stories there's always a range in word limit. For example, if 5,000 is the limit, they accept stories between 4,800 - 5,200 words. Not only here, but for essays generally.
 
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Traxamillion:
Your story seems pretty good. The lore matches up, you give a pretty good description of what's going on and it certainly has some emotional weight, which is good. You just need to touch up on your grammar a bit, but other than that it's a good entry.

On the more recent topic, coming up with the idea is really the most difficult part. I was lucky, because I was half-planning to start a text roleplaying game set in Azeroth, and had a couple basic outlines of stories I wanted to use. When this popped up, I just took one of those outlines and started fleshing it out. The only reason I'm not done yet is because I haven't put more than an hour in at a time. With nearly a month to do this, I figure that going over what will happen and making adjustments is much more important than rushing to get my entry done as soon as possible.
 
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wish the runner would answer some of the questions that's been asked here... or at least assign the judges who could answer some of the questions >.< I could cut it down to 5,351 but I dont want to take out anything else, lose all the detail and all I'd have is a stale straight forward story >.<
 
A good writer takes more time thinking about the idea, and once thats done, your fingers do the thinking.

I'm going to base mine around the time Arthas invaded either Dalaran or Lordalon, I don't know, considering each has more then enough reason to have a token of some sort laying around.

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My will be of .... you will see :p
 

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I will participate in this.

It was in the morning, the sky had just began to sprout its wings. As Manadar and his troops have already started there journey towards enemy bases. Each of Manadar's soliders are very well trained and ready for anything that comes there way. As they advance through the wilderness towards there destination they encounter a band of creeps awaiting a fight. Running towards the enemy creeps, a archer unleashes his arrow and fires it towards a solider. The solider got his shield and protected himself from the firing arrow. Shortly after that, Mandar's army too over the band of creeps as they destroy them with every swing. Cleaning the blood off there swords, Mandar thinks were to hit next on his journey. As he thinks, a traveler in the mist arrives with a note. He gives the not too Manadar. It reads “Dear Manadar, this is your father speaking. I need you to come back home to take care of your mother, she is very il and I cant be there for her. Sincerely, Garoth.” At this time Manadar doesn't know what to do, go on his journey or help his mother. As he decides, his soldiers say “My lord, go to see your mother, well take care of the enemy bases” Manadar is shocked of what he is hearing, he says “My soldiers you are quite strong and ready for anything, but im not sure if your ready for what beholds in front of you.” As the soldiers say “As that may be true my lord, we are yours to serve and yours to control.” We shall move on with our journey as I will contact my mother when I hit a town hall near by. The soliders say “Right away my lord” Manadar's troops and himself restart there journey towards enemy bases. Each solider thinking about whats going to happen ahead, they see a undead ghoul in the distance. After awhile it disappears in the forest, As Manadar says “Stand high troops, dont let them scare you.” As the soldiers say “We will obey my lord.” The army moves on with there journey. Using there strength to get up the hill, each solider helps one another gain up the steep hill. Soon later, they have gotten on top of the hill. Continuing there journey towards the enemy bases, Manadar begins finding the location of the Town Hall to contact his mother.
 
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It's the crack of dawn; the bright sun is just barely creeping over the fortified walls, guarding the vast city of Stratholme. The golden rays of the sun crash down upon the faces of 12 young men; all standing in a line, in front of them stood 3 men, clad in armor. The sun reflecting on their armor seemed to make the 3 men glow, radiate with the power of the sun itself. Smiles grew on the 12 young men's faces, for today, these 12 boys were to be made fully fledged Knights of the Silver Hand. A Dream of one of these young lad's since he was old enough to have a dream, Magnus Faoren, though his desire to be a Knight of the Silver Hand was more than just a desire to protect those around him, he also joined for a chance to get closer to his father, Who was a famous Knight indeed.

Magnus Faoren, or more correctly, Magnus Lightbringer, as he is the illegitimate son of Uther Lightbringer, First Knight of the Silver Hand. His mother, Sara Faoren, was a close and trusted friend of Uther's for many years and as such she kept Magnus a secret from Uther and everybody else, out of fear that letting it be known that Uther had a bastard son, would tarnish Uther's good name. Magnus was very excited, for he knew later that day he would get to meet his father, for the first time, as it was customary for the Knight Commander to meet the newest Knights. This also caused a great deal of apprehension to grow within Magnus, for not only was be about to meet his father, he had the added nervousness from being dubbed a Knight, A Knight sworn to protect the land with his sword in one hand and the Light in the other.

After the morning briefing Magnus and the other 11 Knight Apparents continued with their normal routine, which consisted of sparring with each other and the Knight instructors, studying the Light, and assisting the City guard with patrols. However this day patrols was cut short as they had to ready themselves for the ceremony, and Lord Uther's arrival. Dawning his best clothes, Magnus put on his armor with a large sense of pride, as this was going to be one of the best days he had ever had. The bell rang loud and Magnus knew he had to make his way down to the courtyard, taking one final breath he turned and exited the room. Much to his surprise, and delight, his teachers, mentors, and trainers were all bowing to him and congratulating him on his accomplishments as he made his way down the hallway and out into the courtyard, this was a feeling that Magnus quickly grew to enjoy.
After a few speakers and a blessing from the Silver Hand Chaplin the ceremony was almost complete, Magnus shook with anticipation for what was coming next. With the blow of a horn, there he was, the Grand Master of the Silver Hand, Lord Uther the Lightbringer. With a proud smile on his face Uther one by one shook the new Knight’s hands till he finally reached the end of the row, which Magnus happened to be in. Uther shook Magnus’s hand and spoke in a loud, invigorating tone “Lads, today you 12 enter a proud elite group of warriors, warriors whom are charged with protecting not only this kingdom, but humanity itself!” Uther walked back to the center of the group before speaking again “When darkness falls upon the world, you all will be a piece of the army that brings the Light back to it! With the combined strength and faith of all the members of the Silver Hand nothing shall ever darken this world!” The men cheered, lifting their weapons high above their heads.

The words of Uther ran deep within Magnus’s head, the pride he felt right now, not only for himself and his colleges, but for his father as well was so strong he thought he might explode, needless to say this truly was becoming the best day he had ever had. The final piece of the ceremony now began; Lord Uther stood before the new Knights one by one and placed a Silver Hand shroud over each one of them. Magnus knelt before his father, his lord, and bowed his head as the shroud was placed on him. With a large smile Uther spoke again “Now rise men, Knights of the Silver Hand!” there was another cheer from the people watching as the 12 Knights stood. Magnus was unable to control himself, raising his arm into the air he let out a great cheer, a cheer so loud it caused the rest of the people to stop and stare in awe at him.

Realizing what he had done Magnus lowered his arm embarrassed, however Uther’s smile grew. Uther walked up to Magnus and patted him on the back, rather forcefully “With a warcry like that the enemies of the Silver Hand will flee before our weapons are even drawn” Uther laughed, as did the crowd. The day went on; merriment and fun were had by all, late into the twilight hours. Unfortunately Magnus’s night ended on less than a happy note as Uther was called away early. The Knights were called back to the courtyard as they showed Uther off, with a heavy heart Magnus saluted the Grand Master, and then watched silently as Lord Uther and his band rode out of the city
Many months passed and Magnus was called away from the city, Magnus was considered one of the lucky ones as he got assigned to the Crown Prince Lord Arthas’s regiment. Magnus however secretly had a deeply burrowed jealousy and mild hatred for Arthas, as Arthas was Uther’s adopted nephew. Though Magnus was excited to hear that his first mission was to accompany Lord Arthas to Strahnbrad where they would join up with the Silver Knights led by Lord Uther himself. Upon arriving Magnus bowed low to Uther, lower than he did even to Arthas. It was in Strahnbrad were Magnus met his first Orc, the battle was long, but before the day was over the Orc base lay in ruins.

A couple days past and Magnus followed Arthas to the city of Andorhals, where they were attacked by creatures Magnus thought he would never see, the Undead. These walking insults to the Light were horrors; some so decayed one couldn’t even tell what they were to begin with, some missing their entire bottom jaws, others missing eyes, limbs, noses… Magnus even saw one that was missing part of its skull. The very sight of these creatures were enough to turn your stomach, but it was his job to slay these walking abominations, so Magnus did just that, and he did it well. After speaking with the local, least the ones that were still alive, our company discovered that there was some sort of infection, a plague if you will, that was killing off the people. Once that information was learned it became Lord Arthas’s goal to stop the spread of this cursed grain.

Following the infected grain trail we eventually found ourselves in the city of Hearthglen, it was there that we made a terrifying discovery. The plague didn’t just kill people; it caused them to turn into the creatures we fought before. Before long the city was besieged by legions of those Undead bastards, it was easy to tell we wouldn’t last the night with the forces we had, and as such Arthas sent his loyal friend Lady Jaina Proudmore to go find and alert Lord Uther and get him to send reinforcements, though we had to hold out until then. The bloodshed was immense, my comrades, my friends… fell around me one by one, the civilians fled as we were pushed back more and more, all hope seemed lost, that was until we heard the sound of a war horn.

Lord Uther had arrived with a legion of Knights at his back, with the order from Arthas we began pushing the Undead back, clearing the city of the cursed creatures. Even though Magnus never liked Arthas too much, he noticed a distinct change in the way Arthas though and acted after the battle, he was rasher and his mind seemed to focus on revenge rather than helping those who were still alive. Shortly after the battle Arthas ordered us to move again, I however spoke up to Lord Uther and requested to remain in Hearthglen for a short time to secure the city and assist those who were still alive. Lord Uther agreed and left a small squad of Silver Hand Knights under my command.

Everything was going good in Hearthglen, a week had passed and we hadn’t had so much as a pickpocket happen, however the good news was then destroyed. A messenger escorted by 2 guards made his way into the city, scowling at us he spoke in a clear and commanding voice “By the order of the Crown Prince Lord Arthas, the Silver Hand Knight’s have been ordered to disband, effective immediately” Magnus was outraged and threw off his helmet “What!? Where is Lord Uther, what has happened to make Arthas declare such an order!?” The Messenger grew quiet and looked down at the ground for a moment before speaking up in a softer tone “Upon arriving at the city of Stratholme, Lord Arthas and Lord Uther discovered they were too late… the grain had already been distributed to the entire populace… as such Lord Arthas ordered the city be purged of its inhabitants”

The color ran from Magnus’s face, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees; a look of pure shock covered his face, the messenger continued “… Lord Uther refused to obey the command; as such Arthas disbanded the Silver Hand… I’m sorry… but everybody in Stratholme is… dead” The messenger turned his head and left the city, along with his guards. The Silver Hand Knights stood in silence for a time, none knowing what to do or what to say, the thought of the Silver Hand being disbanded had never crossed any of their minds before, so most, if not all of them were simply lost. Magnus remained on his knees looking down at the ground for some time, his home destroyed, his mother murdered, his father relieved of his command… and his future torn asunder, all with 1 order, an order from Arthas of all people.
The anger grew in Magnus’s chest, his eyes flashed open seemingly burning with a fiery passion, Magnus punched the ground hard as he stood up, through gritted teeth he spoke “I’m going to Stratholme… I have to see it for myself…” A few of the other Knights nodded and agreed to accompany Magnus on his way to the ruined city of death. 2 days past before they reached the city, or more appropriately what was left of the once great city. The Silver Hand Knights dispersed as they entered the city, all heading toward their homes to see if any of their loved ones remained. Magnus was no different, he charged down the street, passing the charred ashes that once were tall, proud buildings, till he reached his destination. His mother’s house, not much to his surprise, was just like most of the houses, it was nothing but a pile of burnt ash and rubble. Standing before it for nearly an hour, Magnus finally moved, wiping away the single tear that ran down his cheeks he turned away from his home, and slowly wandered out of the city in a haze, not knowing where he was headed.

Month’s past, the Silver Hand had officially been disbanded however Lord Uther still held a vast reputation and was still able to speak to the King about his son’s actions. Magnus heard from some soldiers that Arthas had lost his mind after the purging of Stratholme, and that he had taken a large contingent of soldiers north to the icy continent of Northrend to find and slay some demon, supposedly the demon that caused the plague to spread so quickly. Magnus couldn’t help but blurt out to the two soldiers that he hoped Arthas would find himself an ice tomb up there from which he’ll never come back, but before the two soldiers could react to Magnus, he had already slipped into the crowd and disappeared.

Another month passed and news spread across all of Lordaeron that Arthas had returned, and he had succeeded in slaying the Demon behind the plague. Upon the Crown Prince’s return a citywide celebration was held, everybody in the entire city was happy to have their beloved Prince back, all except for Magnus, who wanted nothing more than at that time to slit Arthas’s throat. However what happened next took the entire country by surprise, Arthas upon entering the throne room, proceeded to impale the King with his sword. The city was soon besieged by Undead, confusion and panic reigned supreme, obviously Arthas had fallen to the corruption up in Northrend.
Magnus hurried his way back to Stratholme with intentions on rallying up the Silver Hand Knights and reorganizing them under Lord Uther, who Magnus had overheard was already doing the same. A glimmer of hope began to flicker within him; perhaps he could have his revenge upon Arthas and get the admiration from Uther that he so desperately desired. Upon reaching the city he hurried around the town, finding those he knew and informing of the reorganization under Lord Uther, before long Magnus had a small battalion under his banner. With a proud sense of accomplishment he readied his men to march out and meet up with Lord Uther’s men. However once again a messenger approached him “I…” The messenger stumbled over his words, visibly shaken “Lord Uther… reports have come in that Lord Uther… has fallen in battle… at the hand of Arthas”

For the second time Magnus’s hopes had been crushed by Arthas, his hatred for Arthas grew even more deeply, and once again Magnus fell to his knees, letting out a great scream that made even the other Knights take a step back. The messenger stuttered before speaking again “Arthas… took Uther’s body, so we know not where it is…” Breathing heavily Magnus clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, that’s when he noticed a pile of ash In front of him. He released his fist and buried his hand in the gray ash; he scooped up some and looked at it in his hand for a moment… before pressing his hand against his chest. Upon removing his hand one could see a dark gray ash hand print over the symbol of the Silver Hand. Standing up Magnus turned to his fellow Knights and he spoke loud and clear “Men… the Knights of the Silver Hand are no more…” He looked down at his chest “From this point forward, I will now be known as a Knight of the Gray Hand, to pay homage toward Grand Master Lord Uther… the First Knight of the Silver Hand, and… my father” a few of the men gasped at Magnus’s claim “Who will follow me in my quest to cleanse the land of the blight?”

Only a few men stepped forward, and like Magnus before them they pressed the ashes into their chests leaving gray hand prints over their mark of the Silver Hand, with a silent nod Magnus mounted horse and motioned for the others to do the same. In total they numbered only seventeen, twelve of which were the men that became knights the same day that Magnus had. The group of Knights flew out of the city and over the next couple weeks they gathered more and more support, however Magnus knew Arthas would be doing the same, and unfortunately Arthas would be able to gather support far quicker then he could… after all, all Arthas had to do was slay an enemy to gain an ally. When news of Arthas’s campaign against the elves reached Magnus his company stood at just little under eighty knights, all working under a singular goal… the capture, and execution of the traitor Prince Arthas.

Magnus stood by the fire in his war tent, surrounded by his most trusted advisers as they discussed what they would do. They all knew a frontal assault on Arthas would be suicide, while a Knight of the Gray Hand was worth a dozen of those creatures, they were outnumbered nearly 100 to 1. Their only chance would be to sneak in and attack Arthas directly under the hope that taking out the head would kill the body as well; little did they know that Arthas wasn’t the head of the Undead army. Just then a messenger burst into the tent “M-My Lord!” the messenger bowed, Magnus turned to him “What news do you bring?” the messenger caught his breath then spoke again “You asked us to inform you if we had news about Lord Uther, remnants of the Silver Hand have found Lord Uther’s body, they brought it back to a Paladin stronghold just south of here, along with all of his belongings”

Magnus grew silent and looked over at his advisers, and then over to the fire, he was deep in thought as he stared at the dancing flame, broken only when one of his men asked him what he was thinking. Magnus turned and spoke in a respectful tone “I will be going and paying respects to my father… there is also something I must acquire while I’m there” the advisers were puzzled but none objected. “While I’m gone continue recruitment wherever you can… perhaps I’ll be able to sway some of the men south to join us as well… after all they are former Knights, no doubt that they’ll want revenge for what Arthas has done to the kingdom… and humanity itself” Magnus slipped out of the tent, readied his steed, and made his way south, toward the Silver Hand stronghold… and toward Uther the Lightbringer, his mentor, his leader, his father.

The trip would take at least a day, unfortunately the area was sparsely populated, a common sight these days, but before the plague this area was legendary for its beauty, however now it was desolate which made for a long and uneventful trip. When the plague first hit, this area was hit hard and fast, however since then it had been largely untouched as the Undead moved further inland, toward the more populated cities… outlaying lands like these were destroyed, then usually virtually abandoned, till now that is. The inner lands were abandoned by humanity, and they now settled wherever they could along the outer regions under the unwritten rules that they would never settle permanently and that they would never gather too many people in 1 area… as long as humanity stayed fractured the Undead largely ignored us, though by no means was anything with a pulse safe anymore.
Eventually Magnus passed by a young boy, probably no more than sixteen, he asked the boy if he knew how much longer it was till he reached the Silver Hand stronghold, the boy nodded and explained to him that the stronghold was about 10 minutes away. Magnus nodded at the boy and flicked him a couple gold coins for the information, the boy’s eyes lit up, they said their goodbyes and they each continued along their way. No more than ten minutes later Magnus came upon the stronghold, if you could call it one. It was no more than an Abbey that seems to have been reinforced and armed guards posted out front, though the guards and the fortifications would do little good against the Undead… probably wouldn’t even hold out if a large band of Murlocs attacked.

With a polite bow Magnus spoke “My name is Magnus, leader of the Gray Hand Knights, former Knight of the Silver Hand. I wish to speak with whoever is in command here” The soldier looked at Magnus for a moment then turned and went inside the Abbey, the other guard kept a keen eye on Magnus, seems they were un-trusting, probably because of what currently resided inside the Abbey. A short time passed and the guard returned, along with a large bearded fellow “My name is Mimblis Evermorne, Acting commander of the Silver Hand Knights within this area. What brings you to these sacred walls?” Magnus dismounted his horse and bowed to Mimblis, Lord Evermorne was well known throughout the Silver Hand Knights, he held a high rank within the order, so it made sense he would take up command if anything should happen to Uther. “Lord Evermorne, I have come to pay respects to Lord Uther, my scouts informed me his body is here” Evermorne let out a grunt of displeasure, he then sighed “I apologize, Lord Uther’s remains were supposed to be kept secret till we could find a suitable resting place for him. If you know he’s here, no doubt other’s will know soon enough. Please come inside and pay your respects, since you are here there is no need to turn you away”

Magnus and Evermorne entered the Abbey and made their way to a room in the back, which also was guarded by a fat dwarf wielding an ax that looked to be larger than the dwarf. Upon entering the room Magnus took notice of the attire Uther’s body was in, obviously he had been cleaned and redressed. Evernmorne stood by the door along with the dwarven guard as Magnus approached and knelt by Uther’s side “Lord Uther, may your spirit find rest… and do not worry, your death will not be in vain, Arthas will die by my hand before this war is finished” Magnus bowed his head and gave a silent prayer before standing up and looking down at Uther “I shall get revenge for my murdered mother… and father”

Magnus turned to Mimblis and the guard “Where is Lord Uther’s Hammer?” Evermorne’s eyebrow rose “Why do you ask?” Magnus’s voice grew slightly sterner “Isn’t it obvious? I intend on using it to crush Arthas’s skull” The 2 men gasped and Evermorne’s gentle tone vanished “… I think it’s time you leave boy; Lord Uther’s Hammer can only be carried by a champion of the Silver Hand. Make no mistake, I know who you are Magnus Faoren, and I know you turned your back on the Light and the Silver Hand. You are not worthy to wield his Hammer” Magnus’s face grew angry “If you won’t give it to me, then I’ll have to take it. Please don’t make me hurt either of you” The dwarf laughed “Ey? Lad you’re the one that’s about to be hurt” the dwarf swung his ax at Magnus, who was more than quick enough to dodge the swing, spin around to the side of the dwarf, and connect with a well placed elbow to the back of the dwarf’s neck. The dwarf hit the ground out cold.
“Are you mad!? Your actions here will curse your meager band of Knights!” With a shrug Magnus lunged forward planting his knee deep into the stomach of Evermorne, causing the large paladin to fall onto the ground just as the dwarf before him. With both his opposition out cold Magnus was free to explore the Abbey, he went room to room searching for Lord Uther’s Hammer. Eventually he stumbled upon a wall that just didn’t look right, he pushed on it and realized the wall moved, only a fraction of an inch, but it moved none the less, with a smirk he realized what they had done, they had disguised a door to match the wall. Magnus rammed the wall with his shoulder breaking it open, the room was empty save for 1 pedestal; upon it rest a Hammer, engraved with the Silver Hand. With a smile Magnus lifted the Hammer, surprisingly it was light and he could swing it with ease, yes, he thought to himself, this surely will be the weapon of Arthas’s demise.
Magnus charged out the front doors swinging them open with enough force to knock over the guards, quickly he made his way over to his horse and mounted it, the guards yelled for him to stop, but of course he ignored them and sprinted off, heading north to his encampment as fast as possible, surely the Silver Hand wouldn’t take to kindly to his action and he didn’t want to be anywhere near here to find out what the Silver Hand would do. After hard riding for nearly an hour Magnus slowed his pace and stopped before getting off, he had to give his horse a rest so it wouldn’t drop dead, with no horse he could easily be caught up to, which was something he wanted to avoid at all costs at this moment, he knew not how many Silver Hand soldiers were back at that Abbey, but he highly doubted they’d only send 1 Paladin and 3 soldiers to defend Lord Uther’s body.

Magnus walked along side his horse as he let it a rest, he really wanted to stop entirely so his horse could completely get its strength back, but he couldn’t risk waiting that long. Magnus whispered he was sorry into the horse’s ear and then he remounted it, holding the reigns tight he once again urged the horse on forward at full speed. Going at this fast pace he knew he’d reach his encampment within a couple minutes; it was then that the hard part would begin; they’d have to disassemble the camp and flee before the Silver Hand could reach them, a task Magnus was unsure they could accomplish, so in the back of his mind Magnus was already working on a secondary plan, one that would either give his men a chance to escape, or give him a chance to defeat the attackers.

Upon reaching his encampment he leaped off his horse and keeping with the pace ran into his war tent, his advisers all jumped up startled by the intrusion “My Lord? Why are you in such a hurry?” Magnus unstrapped the wrapped up hammer on his back and sat it on the table “We have no time for pleasantries gentleman, we must leave, immediately” An advisor stood up with a puzzled look on his face “Y-Yes M’Lord… but can we at least know why?” Magnus sighed slightly, he wanted to get this over with after they were away, but it appeared he’d have to show them now “The Knight’s of the Silver Hand will be here soon” before any of them could reply Magnus unwrapped the Hammer, gasps came from the advisors “I believe they’ll want this back… I took it because I felt it should be the weapon that brings down Arthas and the Undead” All in attendance understood was Magnus meant, and for that reason, none among them spoke out about it
The encampment was dismantled as quickly as possible, however much to Magnus’s spite his scouts reported a company of Silver Hand Knights were on their way, though on a happy note they numbered just over a hundred, meaning the sides were more even then Magnus expected. Magnus ordered the men to pack up what they could, and then ready for battle, the order was carried out; all around the camp men dawned their armor and readied themselves for combat, including Magnus. It wasn’t long before the Silver Hand Knights approached the camp, Magnus ordered his men out and the two sides drew up their battle lines… much to Magnus’s dismay he recognized the 3 men in charge of the battalion of Knights. The first was Mimblis Evermorne, the Knight from the Abbey, the second was the dwarf from the Abbey, the third and final man was Grayson Shadowbreaker, the man all thought would take command of the Silver Hand.

“The big fish…” Magnus said to himself silently. Lord Shadowbreaker road forward with the 2 other men by his side, Magnus followed suit and rode out to meet them. Magnus bowed to the 3 Knights from his horse “Lord Shadowbreaker, Lord Evermorne, and Lord… Dwarf” The dwarf glared at Magnus and rubbed the back of his neck where Magnus had struck him earlier. Shadowbreaker spoke in a cold tone “Magnus Faoren, you have stolen a very sacred relic from the Silver Hand, you and your men are hereby ordered to lay down your arms and are under arrest” Magnus grunted and grabbed the hammer from around his back pulled it out, holding it with one hand “I’m sorry gentlemen, but I have a goal I have yet to accomplish, so I cannot submit to your request, however I do not wish to see more bloodshed” Magnus looked over the Silver Hand Knights and then back to his own.

“We both have similar goals… eliminate Arthas and the Undead and rebuild Lordaeron, why not just let us continue on our path” Shadowbreaker glared once again “The Hammer of Lord Uther must be returned, you will not be allowed to leave with it” Magnus sighed and rubbed his head “Well then I propose a duel, not to the death… I will fight you three for rightful control of this Hammer… agreed?” The dwarf smirked and instantly grabbed his ax “Aye I agree to yer duel!” However Shadowbreaker drew his sword and blocked the dwarf “One on one combat, I will be more than enough for you boy” Shadowbreaker said as he dismounted his steed. Magnus shrugged and followed suit.

Magnus gripped the Hammer tightly and watched carefully as Shadowbreaker slowly began circling him. Within the blink of an eye Shadowbreaker’s sword was inches from Magnus’s face, however the hilt of the Hammer had blocked it with ease. Magnus pushed Shadowbreaker back and then swung the Hammer down, crashing it against the ground causing a small crater, quickly once again Shadowbreaker thrust his sword, Magnus barely dodged it and hit the side of his sword once again pushing it away as he lifted the Hammer with his other hand swinging it to the side. Shadowbreaker blocked the direct impact from the blow however the forcefulness of the swing sent him stumbling to his side, taking advantage of the momentary stumble. Lifting the Hammer up into the air Magnus funneled his power into the Hammer, causing it to glow a bright light blue, then with a loud cry he brought the Hammer down onto the ground causing the ground around the area to explode, cracks flew along the ground like bolts of lightning, proceeding so far the ground beneath the Silver Hand Knights began to crack and crumble.
Shadowbreaker leaped to the side avoiding the blow, but was stunned in awe of the attack; slowly he got to his feet and sheathed his blade. Upon seeing him put away his weapon Magnus relaxed, the attack had taken a lot out of him, and he was unsure if he could even continue the fight. “Magnus, I see you haven’t given up the light. Lord Uther’s Hammer only responds to the Light, if you had truly fallen it wouldn’t have channeled your power like that” with a slight bow Shadowbreaker called for his steed “Men, we shall retreat for now” he then turned back to Magnus “For now we will withdraw, but if you ever do fall, I will be back for that Hammer, and it won’t end like it did today” with that he pulled himself back up onto his horse, lifting his hand he yelled for his men to move out and with that the Silver Knights turned and headed back up the road.

Magnus fell back onto the ground, he was very worn out, his muscles ached and he felt like he hadn’t slept in a month, truly he wasn’t ready for this level of combat, but he knew In his heart he would have to get used to exerting himself like this, as he knew it would take far more then this to defeat Arthas and his Undead minions. Eventually his advisers approached him and helped him to his feet, with a smile on his face he stood on his own two feet and raised the Hammer into the air “Men of the Gray Hand, as you can see, with the power of this Hammer, we shall reign victorious against the Scourge, and bring the Light down upon Arthas!” the men cheered, seeing their leader defeat Lord Shadowbreaker, and wield the Light with such power filled them with confidence, and gave the men a new found courage “From here our next step is taking the fight to the Scourge itself… remember men, we do this not only for Lordaeon, but for the Alliance, and for all Humanity!” Again cheers filled the air as the men knew that they had taken the first step to achieving their goal.


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@ Traxamillion, words in my story or are you asking what the limits are?

My story has 5,501 words in it, but the max limit is 5,000 so I dunno if my story qualifies >.<; the min word limit is 2,000 also.
 
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hmmm... now I'm thinking of making Illidan defeat Arthas in their battle at icecrown... what do you guys think?

I'm not saying anything about your idea man,it could lead to some interesting things !

But I have a thought,few people know what heirloom means !


Heirloom:
- An object of great value passed on to another generation. The meaning in this contest !

Another meaning in the dictionary:
- A cultivar of a vegetable or fruit that is open-pollinated and is not grown widely for commercial purposes. An heirloom often exhibits a distinctive characteristic such as superior flavor or unusual coloration. WTF?


There are a lot of ''heirlooms'' already given in the game:
Skull of Gul'dan,Demonic Soul... to name a few!
 
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Despite being a good idea, this contest is about lore accuracy. It would therefore be unadvisable to purposely go against lore, and I don't think you should do it.

I get more of the feeling this contest is about creativity, about what you can do with the "basics" of WC Lore. Anyways, I've got my idea and should start typing it out soon.
 
Clan Wars:The Story Of Iksha
The story of the orcs is one that they only have been trough and they only could handle it.
Even though they are the same race, they came from the same place, they still are separated in
clans witch fight one another . In the far woods of Ashenvale the Zabijan Woods tow clans are fighting
for glory and power. The Clans Raa'KtnoK and Se'ghor allied the and conquered all other clans in that region.
The Zabijan Woods were the final boarder between the territories of those tow powerful clans.
Clan Raa'Ktnok is leaded by the same named warlock Raa'Ktnok . The Raa'KtnoK clan is based
and know for its brutality and strength. The Se'ghor clan is made from a ranking
system and it is an well prepared clan with a battle tactic for almost every situation. The
Tow clans have fight ever since for the power over the Orcs in Ashenvale. Clan Se'ghor
was in possession of the Blood Axe of Chaos an powerful axe that has been passed through
generations to the male members of the Se'ghor family. But this time there were no male
heir to pass the axe. The only heir was a female orc named Iksha . Iksha has been training her hole
life to die in battle as a female she couldn't take the axe and rule the clan she should fight.
She was determined to finish the war as there were to many blood losses on both sides.One night
as she got back from training her father was on his horse and ready to go in to battle.
"Father were are you going? You are not allowed to go in to battle!Who will lead the Clan
if you die?" asked Iksha. "The axe is in the chest if i wont come back hahaha, you will lead
the clan. I don't care what an oracle once told our shamans, you have proven yourself as a
good warrior and i believe in you Lok'tar ogar(Victory or Death)!" was the answer of the
great leader of the clan. As he was leaving Iksha was standing shocked and thinking "What?I?
No he will return i know my father he will win the battle and finally end the war uniting all the
clans and stopping this madness. But....what if he doesn't return?What if i need to be the Clan Leader?
I..." she was interrupted by Mothrun her friend and helper who was there from her birth "Child what
are you doing still outside its getting cold" Iksha responded "I am worried... what if.." Mothrun interrupts
her again "Get some rest and stop worrying it will all be alright, I am sure your father wouldn't go if
he knew he will lose the battle. Now common in and get some sleep" After a sleepless night, in the morning
the sound of the se'ghor horn has woken up the whole camp. Iksha looking through the window saw something
weird. Her father wasn't leading the army of the hundred warriors and she couldn't recognize any of the
orcs that entered the camp. She take's the Blood Axe of Chaos from the box. As she takes the axe
the big heavy axe became smaller and smaller so small that she could easy put it in her pocket without anyone noticing.
Mothrun rushes in "Don't get out, pleas stay here i think you are in danger."
Iksha shocked "What...who are thous grunts? I cant seem to find a familiar face!And where is my father?"
A silence of some minutes started in the small hut. Mothrun was filing the same as Iksha the filing that
something is wrong. Out of no where another horn has been heard it was a horn of the Wolf Rider Thurg
"Kagh!Kagh!(Run,Run) That is the army of the Clan Raa'KtnoK" Riding the wolf directly to the hut of
Iksha and Mothrun. "We need to get out of here!Or we all gonna die" Thurg grabed Iksha and Mothrun and
helped them get up on the wolf. They then ride out of the camp in the forest. "Where is my Father?"
Ikasha asked. "Your father is badly wounded and was transported to Zoram'gar" Thurg barely breathing answered
"Will he survive ? Answer me NOW!" Iksha replied furious about what happened "I don't know my mission was to escort you"
Thurg responded "What how could you not know...." Mothrun " Iksha! He saved our lives you should thank him not yell at him"
"But...but ah... we need to go to Zoram'gar to see if my father is safe" Iksha started to calm down "Shhhhh... i think someone followed us.
Don't move" As they hid in the bushes Thurg sent his wolf to run forward, as hi done that tow orcs rushed towards the wolf. Iksha got angry again
"Now its the time to use the Blood Axe of Chaos" she thought. She quickly got the axe out and as quickly the axe got back to its normal size
She jumped on to one of the orcs cut him in half the other orc was killed by Thurg "Blacksteal Blade" . "How did you do that ?" at the same time
Mothrun and Thurg asked Iksha "I didn't do anything the axe does all itself" " You got better since we last have our practice duel" Thurg added.
"Well its no time for compliments on my fighting skills , we have to reach Zoram'gar to see if my father is safe" Iksha got red in her face even thought
by orcs you almost cant see it this time was intense. They got ready and started riding to the nearest camp of the clan to the camp Mor'shan .
As they approached Iksha's old friend of her and her father couldn't believe that she finally came to visit him.
"Iksha long was it here since i saw you the last time eh, look at you you became Om'riggor(Adult in orchish)."
"I am glad to see you Burwh'at..." Iksha responded in a sad way "I know why your sad, I heard the news, the clan is weakening we need to start striking harder back"
Iksha "I don't understand them why they want war...that warlock thinks he cant be beaten but as soon as my father recovers we will crush him!But for now we need a favor
we need a place to sleep, eat and to buy food for our jurney" "Everything for you Iksha" . After invited to sleep and eat at Burwh'at house and eat meals prepared by his
wife, they stayed over the night. In the morning Iksha has wake up Mothrun and Thurg, they packed and leaved leaving a note and some gold coins on the table.
After riding now with their own mount, Iksha with an Kobo, Mothrun a raptor, and Thurg his wolf they got to Zoram'gar after only some hours. They bearly made a pause.
Arriving at the Camp of shamans and witch doctors they found Racen Se'ghor Iksha's father theated by 2 Witch Doctors and one shaman.
"Iksha...you made it ghuughughu...now i can rest...ahah..." The shaman cast a spell and the witch doctors gave him a potion that
kept him alive "You now have to ghuuuuu...lead the clan....i am to weak... Assemble the army and march to our boarders, if you have the axe that will protect you...ahh..
i wish i could spend more time with you..." Ikasha interrupts with tears in her eyes "You will father you will survive and help me win"
"I will always be with you my child same as the rest of our ancestors that have use the axe, their soul is after their death transformed into energy for the axe witch
makes it so powerful. Ahh...my child...i will always be near you aghghhh..." that were the last words of Racen Se'ghor
"Father now..." Iksha started crying, Mothrun " Iksha you need now to be strong, you are now the clan leader....You have to be strong to unite us so there wont be any
blood baths." Ikasha" Snif...I will and i will revenge my fathers death Raa'Ktnok I doom you four all times i will hunt you until i will kill you.
Lok'tar ogar(Vitory or Death)" . They stayed in the camp a couple of days. Iksha has sent an mail to every army leader she know and from the list
that she got from the witch doctors who threated her father. In 7 Days the biggest army possible to assemble for the clan has been assembled.
As the army got assembled Iksha stode on a big rock and started to give a speech..
"Fellow orcs , Honorred warriors of the clan, Our great leader
Racen Se'ghor has died and has chosen me as the new leader!"
"But that's unpossible a male was always a clan leader" Har'Gham the leader of the tar orcs from the north.
"How can you be the clan leader where is the Blood Axe of Chaos" Narand the leader of the south orc army Lok'waz
"I do not care if you are a women or men I just want you to lead us to victory" Hag'Losh te leader of the west Amon'nathal army.
"I am holding with Hag'losh we need a leader who will bring us victory no matter what" Drog Tearshorn the leader of the East Tearshorn army.
"SILENCE !Your new leader is speaking" Thurg interrupted the discussions.
"I will lead you to victory to prove it here is the Blood Axe of Chaos" She pulled out the axe"By the name of my ancestors , my father I will bring you victory Lok'tar(Victory)!Lok'tar Lok'tar Lok'tar"
"Lok'tar" Everyone screamed ...After that the leaders came up with a plan on how to end this War.
After the 2 days the plan was finished to perfection and should be carried out.
The first thing to do was to distract the enemy. Hag'losh has voluntired to attack a base camp of the Raa'KtnoK clan near the
Zabijan Woods. By doing that the enemy will send reinforcements from the nearest camp witch is the main camp Bazv'ok . Hag'losh was known for his ability to command small groups of wolf rider precise on the most
vulnerabletargets of a camp or city. The attack should destroy the main watch towers and destroy the gates but only to damage half of the camp warriors so someone can go for reinforcements.
While doing that the other forces will assemble in front of the Zabijan Woods where they will wait for a messenger.
Some scouts would be posted in the woods in case of discovering the Clan Se'aghor forces in front of it.
After a day resting and preparing for the battle, Iksha gave the command to start the battles.
As the wolf riders destroyed the camp in front of the Zabijan Woods was the sense of unpacients in the air.
"Was it the right decision?" Iksha was thinking "Or will we all lose because of me? No i cant let that happen, and i never will. Is..yes the messenger "
"They have fallen for our trap attack now" messenger.
Iksha spoke the command "Attack !" on her right side were Thurg,Narand and on her left Drog Tearshorn, Har'Gham
The orcs in the main camp Alvanar were surprised even Raa'KtnoK was surprised to see such a big army.
"Its impossible i killed their leader....How can this happen?? Call the reinforcements back now" Raa'KtnoK was talking to his right hand hs son Greenwall. As Greenwall rushed to get reinforcements
Clan Se'aghor was getting the upper hand over the battle. Iksha was slashing through the enemy, determined to revenge her father she entered a Blood frenzy in witch she couldn't stop to kill. suddenly she screamed
"Raa'KtnoK I have come to get you. You will pay for my fathers death and the death of thousands of orcs"
"You will never win this battle stupid girl....my powers are bigger then anyone elses"Raa'KtnoK responded
"Iksha the wolf riders are coming to us" Thurg yelled. "What? What are they doing?" thought she.
"What are you doing you should attack the other camp!" Iksha told Hag'losh
"We did but suddenly they all left so we joined you"Hag'losh responded.
After some a hour of battle there were many corps and many loses on both sides....
The only way for Iksha was to kill Raa'KtnoK. "But to kill such a powerfull warlock? How can i do it?" she was thinking
"Use the axe my child it is a powerful weapon that can kill everything if you have a good cause and believe in us"
She looked up to her axe covered with blood of the orcs and there was the face of her father. "Thank you father. Har'Gham,Narand,Hag'losh,Thurg ,make me a way to Raa'KnotK now!"
They started making a way through the massive army to the fearsome warlock. As they moved Forward Iksha jumped over them and started cut through the orc masses like a knife through butter
As she got to the warlock...."You are strong but not strong enough" said the warlock .
"I need only to be so strong to defeat you and stop this massacker" As they started fighting they didn't noticed anyone except their enemy.
The warlock started casting shadowbolts on her injuring her bad. She fall's....The Warlock comes near her and as he gets ready for the finale blow...
"You will now perish like your father before you Iksha Se'aghor muahahah" She manages with her left strength to pull up the axe and hit the warlock...
"You cant kill me with a normal weapon I have a power shield hahahaha!" on witch Iksha smiles "This isn't a normal weapon it contains the souls of my
ancestors!" as she said that the from the Blood Axe of Chaos started to grow Spikes and the axe it self started to grow cuing trough the Power Shield of the
Warlock. "How that's unpossible" Raa'Ktnok changed the look on his face from convinced to scared. He never thought that this would happen...
"Little girl your still to weak to break my power shield...what the...." as he turned around Thurg and Har'Gham started attacking him.
The shield started to lose his power. "Maybe a little girl cant destroy your shield alone but with some help I WILL UNITE THE ORCS!!!" the Axe cut through the shield and the warlock's head rolled.
As the head of the warlock rolled the fight stopped... Thurg gets to Iksha "We did it, I knew you can defeat him"
Iksha "I couldn't done it without some help" Iksha losses her conscious....
"Mothrun huh? I had the strangest dream...I had to fight a war..." Mothrun " Child that wasn't a dream you were unconscious for 2 days, but your wounds are healed all and you can now return to your throne"
"What happened to the rest of them" Iksha asked "Everyone returned home and awaits your order, except Thurg he is still here"
Iksha jumped out of the bad and ran directly in to the arms of Thurg....
"Iksha you are saved...I am so glad" Iksha interrupt him "Shhh.. now its all over..."
"So a mighty hero like you Iksha sure has someone chosen to rule with her...."
Iksha "Hihihi....well that is my least worry...."


Pleas if you find anything bad let me know
 
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Right off the bat I can see spelling errors and grammar errors. You might wish to look into that. When I get more time I will read it through though.
 
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Solecompanysole:
You have quite a few bad spelling errors, such as 'tow' instead of two. You also have some pretty glaring bad grammar, from using 'an' in far too many cases, and sometimes just use the wrong word. You should go over that immediately, or if you don't have a good grasp of English get someone to do that for you (if it's allowed).

CaoSong:
Sorry I missed your post. Your entry looks pretty good, but there is just one little thing that you should change. Instead of typing out numbers, you just use the shortcut (12 instead of twelve), and it makes your story look less professional. Change all those, and you have a pretty good entry there. Besides that, you have no errors I could see, and it looks almost done.

Army-of-Pandas:
Your story needs quite a bit of detail it misses. You really need to give more description; here are just a few things you need to expand on:

Who is Manadar? I am assuming that he is a human, but forcing your reader to assume anything is a bad idea.
Your encounter with the 'creeps' has no details at all. It feels and reads like it is there to take up space, instead of mean anything. Your short battle description has no specifics-whose soldier and archer are acting?
'Enemy bases?' What enemy? Is it a mighty fortress of Orc power, a rotting crypt filled with undead, or a fountain filled with biting goldfish? So far, the only enemy encountered was some creeps, and we aren't given any info on who they are, either.
There is one odd part where you describe your soldiers helping each other up the hill. Why does this insignificant part receive more detail than anything else? It makes no sense.
One last little detail: you use 'there' when you mean 'their'. That happens enough to become annoying, so you should fix this.
There is also the obvious fact that your story isn't done. It hasn't reached the 2,000 word limit or any real conclusion to the story, so I'm assuming you will finish it.


It seems I'm coming up on some pretty strong opposition, however, and all these stories have some potential. Great job, everyone, and I look forward to more stories from people.
 

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Solecompanysole:
You have quite a few bad spelling errors, such as 'tow' instead of two. You also have some pretty glaring bad grammar, from using 'an' in far too many cases, and sometimes just use the wrong word. You should go over that immediately, or if you don't have a good grasp of English get someone to do that for you (if it's allowed).

CaoSong:
Sorry I missed your post. Your entry looks pretty good, but there is just one little thing that you should change. Instead of typing out numbers, you just use the shortcut (12 instead of twelve), and it makes your story look less professional. Change all those, and you have a pretty good entry there. Besides that, you have no errors I could see, and it looks almost done.

Army-of-Pandas:
Your story needs quite a bit of detail it misses. You really need to give more description; here are just a few things you need to expand on:

Who is Manadar? I am assuming that he is a human, but forcing your reader to assume anything is a bad idea.
Your encounter with the 'creeps' has no details at all. It feels and reads like it is there to take up space, instead of mean anything. Your short battle description has no specifics-whose soldier and archer are acting?
'Enemy bases?' What enemy? Is it a mighty fortress of Orc power, a rotting crypt filled with undead, or a fountain filled with biting goldfish? So far, the only enemy encountered was some creeps, and we aren't given any info on who they are, either.
There is one odd part where you describe your soldiers helping each other up the hill. Why does this insignificant part receive more detail than anything else? It makes no sense.
One last little detail: you use 'there' when you mean 'their'. That happens enough to become annoying, so you should fix this.
There is also the obvious fact that your story isn't done. It hasn't reached the 2,000 word limit or any real conclusion to the story, so I'm assuming you will finish it.


It seems I'm coming up on some pretty strong opposition, however, and all these stories have some potential. Great job, everyone, and I look forward to more stories from people.



So, you gonna judge this contest?
 

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No, I'm running in the contest, not judging. However, I think it would just be rude to ignore your submissions, so I'm pointing out what's wrong with it. Besides, judges don't get first place.

Very true, as i already know the mistakes you said and im making my own names and story up by heart so you and everyone know.
 
Clan Wars:The Story Of Iksha

The story of the orcs is one that they only have been trough and they only could handle it.
Even though they are the same race, they came from the same place, they still are separated in
clans witch fight over power. In the far woods of Ashenvale the Zabijan Woods two clans are fighting
for glory and power. The Clans Raa'KtnoK and Se'ghor allied or conquered all other clans in that region.
The Zabijan Woods were the final boarder between the territories of those two powerful clans.
Clan Raa'Ktnok is leaded by the same named warlock Raa'Ktnok . The Raa'KtnoK clan is based
on brutality and strength. The Se'ghor clan is more delicate a clan that has goal to unite all other clans without fighting.
Clan Se'ghor is a well prepared clan with a battle tactic for almost every situation. The
two clans have fight ever since for the power over the Orcs in Ashenvale. Clan Se'ghor
was in possession and still is of the Blood Axe of Chaos , powerful axe that has been passed through
generations to the male members of the Se'ghor family. But this time there were no male
heir to pass the axe. The only heir was a female orc named Iksha . Iksha has been training her hole
life to fight for the clan not to rule it. As a female she couldn't take the axe and rule the clan she should fight.
She was determined to finish the war as there were to many blood losses on both sides.One night
as she got back from training her father was on his War Wolf and ready to go in to battle.
"Father were are you going? You are not allowed to go in to battle!Who will lead the Clan
if you die?" asked Iksha. "The axe is in the chest if i wont come back hahaha, you will lead
the clan. I don't care what a oracle once told our shamans, you have proven yourself as a
good warrior and i believe in you. And do not worry i will be back. Lok'tar ogar(Victory or Death)!" was the answer of the
great leader of the clan. As he was leaving Iksha was standing shocked and thinking "What?I?
No he will return i know my father he will win the battle and finally end the war uniting all the
clans and stopping this madness. But....what if he doesn't return?What if i need to be the Clan Leader?
I..." she was interrupted by Mothrun her friend and helper who was there from her birth "Child what
are you doing still outside its getting cold" Iksha responded "I am worried... what if.." Mothrun interrupts
her again "Get some rest and stop worrying it will all be alright, I am sure your father wouldn't go if
he knew he will lose the battle. Now common in and get some sleep" After a sleepless night, in the morning
the sound of the se'ghor horn has woken up the whole camp. Iksha looking through the window saw something
weird. Her father wasn't leading the army of the hundred warriors and she couldn't recognize any of the
orcs that entered the camp. She take's the Blood Axe of Chaos from the box. As she takes the axe
the big heavy axe became smaller and smaller so small that she could easy put it in her pocket without anyone noticing.
Mothrun rushes in "Don't get out, pleas stay here i think you are in danger."
Iksha shocked "What...who are thous grunts? I cant seem to find a familiar face!And where is my father?"
A silence of some minutes started in the small hut. Mothrun was filing the same as Iksha the filing that
something is wrong. Out of no where another horn has been heard it was a horn of the Wolf Rider Thurg
"Kagh!Kagh!(Run,Run) That is the army of the Clan Raa'KtnoK" Riding the wolf directly to the hut of
Iksha and Mothrun. "We need to get out of here!Or we all gonna die" Thurg grabed Iksha and Mothrun and
helped them get up on the wolf. They then ride out of the camp in the forest. "Where is my Father?"
Ikasha asked. "Your father is badly wounded and was transported to Zoram'gar" Thurg barely breathing answered
"Will he survive ? Answer me NOW!" Iksha replied furious about what happened "I don't know my mission was to escort you"
Thurg responded "What how could you not know...." Mothrun " Iksha! He saved our lives you should thank him not yell at him"
"But...but ah... we need to go to Zoram'gar to see if my father is safe" Iksha started to calm down "Shhhhh... i think someone followed us.
Don't move" As they hid in the bushes Thurg sent his wolf to run forward, as hi done that two orcs rushed towards the wolf. Iksha got angry again
"Now its the time to use the Blood Axe of Chaos" she thought. She quickly got the axe out and as quickly the axe got back to its normal size
She jumped on to one of the orcs cut him in half the other orc was killed by Thurg "Blacksteal Blade" . "How did you do that ?" at the same time
Mothrun and Thurg asked Iksha "I didn't do anything the axe does all itself" " You got better since we last have our practice duel" Thurg added.
"Well its no time for compliments on my fighting skills , we have to reach Zoram'gar to see if my father is safe" Iksha got red in her face even thought
by orcs you almost cant see it this time was intense. They got ready and started riding to the nearest camp of the clan to the camp Mor'shan .
As they approached Iksha's old friend of her and her father couldn't believe that she finally came to visit him.
"Iksha long was it here since i saw you the last time eh, look at you you became Om'riggor(Adult in orchish)."
"I am glad to see you Burwh'at..." Iksha responded in a sad way "I know why your sad, I heard the news, the clan is weakening we need to start striking harder back"
Iksha "I don't understand them why they want war...that warlock thinks he cant be beaten but as soon as my father recovers we will crush him!But for now we need a favor
we need a place to sleep, eat and to buy food for our jurney" "Everything for you Iksha" . After invited to sleep and eat at Burwh'at house and eat meals prepared by his
wife, they stayed over the night. In the morning Iksha has wake up Mothrun and Thurg, they packed and leaved leaving a note and some gold coins on the table.
After riding now with their own mount, Iksha with an Kobo, Mothrun a raptor, and Thurg his wolf they got to Zoram'gar after only some hours. They bearly made a pause.
Arriving at the Camp of shamans and witch doctors they found Racen Se'ghor Iksha's father theated by 2 Witch Doctors and one shaman.
"Iksha...you made it ghuughughu...now i can rest...ahah..." The shaman cast a spell and the witch doctors gave him a potion that
kept him alive "You now have to ghuuuuu...lead the clan....i am to weak... Assemble the army and march to our boarders, if you have the axe that will protect you...ahh..
i wish i could spend more time with you..." Ikasha interrupts with tears in her eyes "You will father you will survive and help me win"
"I will always be with you my child same as the rest of our ancestors that have use the axe, their soul is after their death transformed into energy for the axe witch
makes it so powerful. Ahh...my child...i will always be near you aghghhh..." that were the last words of Racen Se'ghor
"Father now..." Iksha started crying, Mothrun " Iksha you need now to be strong, you are now the clan leader....You have to be strong to unite us so there wont be any
blood baths." Ikasha" Snif...I will and i will revenge my fathers death Raa'Ktnok I doom you four all times i will hunt you until i will kill you.
Lok'tar ogar(Vitory or Death)" . They stayed in the camp a couple of days. Iksha has sent an mail to every army leader she know and from the list
that she got from the witch doctors who threated her father. In 7 Days the biggest army possible to assemble for the clan has been assembled.
As the army got assembled Iksha stode on a big rock and started to give a speech..
"Fellow orcs , Honorred warriors of the clan, Our great leader
Racen Se'ghor has died and has chosen me as the new leader!"
"But that's unpossible a male was always a clan leader" Har'Gham the leader of the tar orcs from the north.
"How can you be the clan leader where is the Blood Axe of Chaos" Narand the leader of the south orc army Lok'waz
"I do not care if you are a women or men I just want you to lead us to victory" Hag'Losh te leader of the west Amon'nathal army.
"I am holding with Hag'losh we need a leader who will bring us victory no matter what" Drog Tearshorn the leader of the East Tearshorn army.
"SILENCE !Your new leader is speaking" Thurg interrupted the discussions.
"I will lead you to victory to prove it here is the Blood Axe of Chaos" She pulled out the axe"By the name of my ancestors , my father I will bring you victory Lok'tar(Victory)!Lok'tar Lok'tar Lok'tar"
"Lok'tar" Everyone screamed ...After that the leaders came up with a plan on how to end this War.
After the 2 days the plan was finished to perfection and should be carried out.
The first thing to do was to distract the enemy. Hag'losh has voluntired to attack a base camp of the Raa'KtnoK clan near the
Zabijan Woods. By doing that the enemy will send reinforcements from the nearest camp witch is the main camp Bazv'ok . Hag'losh was known for his ability to command small groups of wolf rider precise on the most
vulnerabletargets of a camp or city. The attack should destroy the main watch towers and destroy the gates but only to damage half of the camp warriors so someone can go for reinforcements.
While doing that the other forces will assemble in front of the Zabijan Woods where they will wait for a messenger.
Some scouts would be posted in the woods in case of discovering the Clan Se'aghor forces in front of it.
After a day resting and preparing for the battle, Iksha gave the command to start the battles.
As the wolf riders destroyed the camp in front of the Zabijan Woods was the sense of unpacients in the air.
"Was it the right decision?" Iksha was thinking "Or will we all lose because of me? No i cant let that happen, and i never will. Is..yes the messenger "
"They have fallen for our trap attack now" messenger.
Iksha spoke the command "Attack !" on her right side were Thurg,Narand and on her left Drog Tearshorn, Har'Gham
The orcs in the main camp Alvanar were surprised even Raa'KtnoK was surprised to see such a big army.
"Its impossible i killed their leader....How can this happen?? Call the reinforcements back now" Raa'KtnoK was talking to his right hand hs son Greenwall. As Greenwall rushed to get reinforcements
Clan Se'aghor was getting the upper hand over the battle. Iksha was slashing through the enemy, determined to revenge her father she entered a Blood frenzy in witch she couldn't stop to kill. suddenly she screamed
"Raa'KtnoK I have come to get you. You will pay for my fathers death and the death of thousands of orcs"
"You will never win this battle stupid girl....my powers are bigger then anyone elses"Raa'KtnoK responded
"Iksha the wolf riders are coming to us" Thurg yelled. "What? What are they doing?" thought she.
"What are you doing you should attack the other camp!" Iksha told Hag'losh
"We did but suddenly they all left so we joined you"Hag'losh responded.
After some a hour of battle there were many corps and many loses on both sides....
The only way for Iksha was to kill Raa'KtnoK. "But to kill such a powerfull warlock? How can i do it?" she was thinking
"Use the axe my child it is a powerful weapon that can kill everything if you have a good cause and believe in us"
She looked up to her axe covered with blood of the orcs and there was the face of her father. "Thank you father. Har'Gham,Narand,Hag'losh,Thurg ,make me a way to Raa'KnotK now!"
They started making a way through the massive army to the fearsome warlock. As they moved Forward Iksha jumped over them and started cut through the orc masses like a knife through butter
As she got to the warlock...."You are strong but not strong enough" said the warlock .
"I need only to be so strong to defeat you and stop this massacker" As they started fighting they didn't noticed anyone except their enemy.
The warlock started casting shadowbolts on her injuring her bad. She fall's....The Warlock comes near her and as he gets ready for the finale blow...
"You will now perish like your father before you Iksha Se'aghor muahahah" She manages with her left strength to pull up the axe and hit the warlock...
"You cant kill me with a normal weapon I have a power shield hahahaha!" on witch Iksha smiles "This isn't a normal weapon it contains the souls of my
ancestors!" as she said that the from the Blood Axe of Chaos started to grow Spikes and the axe it self started to grow cuing trough the Power Shield of the
Warlock. "How that's unpossible" Raa'Ktnok changed the look on his face from convinced to scared. He never thought that this would happen...
"Little girl your still to weak to break my power shield...what the...." as he turned around Thurg and Har'Gham started attacking him.
The shield started to lose his power. "Maybe a little girl cant destroy your shield alone but with some help I WILL UNITE THE ORCS!!!" the Axe cut through the shield and the warlock's head rolled.
As the head of the warlock rolled the fight stopped... Thurg gets to Iksha "We did it, I knew you can defeat him"
Iksha "I couldn't done it without some help" Iksha losses her conscious....
"Mothrun huh? I had the strangest dream...I had to fight a war..." Mothrun " Child that wasn't a dream you were unconscious for 2 days, but your wounds are healed all and you can now return to your throne"
"What happened to the rest of them" Iksha asked "Everyone returned home and awaits your order, except Thurg he is still here"
Iksha jumped out of the bad and ran directly in to the arms of Thurg....
"Iksha you are saved...I am so glad" Iksha interrupt him "Shhh.. now its all over..."
"So a mighty hero like you Iksha sure has someone chosen to rule with her...."
Iksha "Hihihi....well that is my least worry...."

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The Green River, The Little Tree, and Quirdly (pronounced: KWURDLEE) 

Over the green river, which came from the mountains in the east, was to be found a small tree. In the winter of this land, snow was not too prominent, and this tree would stand like a statue, watching the river. Then would come spring and the tree would bloom a thousand pedals of pink. The river would be full of salmon, and the little smooth pebbles at its base would be clearly visible. Bears would often come by, and what gave the little tree a great disgust was when they scratched their rumpuses on his trunk. The tree would reach down with a spindly twig and poke them behind the ears when such happened.
Summer would come, and the bears would move farther north following the salmon and searching for berries. Near the end of summer the clouds would be out heavily, and their would be storms that bathed the tree, or winds that would bend the tree… but the tree would be okay with all of that, for he wanted to prove to himself that he had the strength to withstand it. One day would come, so often thought the tree, when something really nasty would challenge his strength and courage.
Fall would be the next season to come, the next time for the little tree. He would sit there by the green river, watching colorful leaves float by; and would fall asleep many a time in the cool breeze blown from the mountains to the east. He loved the fall, the little tree did. He loved to drink from the cold, he loved to bask in the dying heat, the sweet relief of winters approach. This season he preferred to call ‘the unclenching of my leaves’. And it was that action that was the most joyous to him. For then he would rid himself of the rest of the years tarnish, and would stand alone, clean, unburdened, by the green stream.
Now, the green stream and the little tree were good friends. They would talk long through the days, and in the nights when the moon would send its silver rays of light down and the green river would feel like a river of priceless stone.
The green stream poured from the mountains in the east, but he zigzagged so far and wide that he seemed to be around every part of the land. As such, he knew a good deal of information. He and the little tree would talk endlessly about the affairs of the big folk, as they called Men. For it was Men that largely decided their fate. Men would chop trees or damn rivers, and other things would too of course, but for some reason Men were the most bothersome. The little tree did indeed fear Men, but he knew from the green river’s stories that Men where also kind. They planted trees, they tended to them, and they helped rivers… and even sailed upon them. To this end the green river and the little tree were very excited. They wanted to meet some big folk and talk to him, to learn of how they performed such great works.
One day, with a late-summer’s wind sighing in a clump of reeds at a bend in the green river, where a duck family where resting after a long swim, something quite unusual and exciting happened.
“I think someone is coming,” said the green stream in his sleek, gentle voice. And the two friends waited and listened to the trembles of the earth, which were too gentle to be a big person’s footfalls.
“A badger, by the feel of him,” said the little tree to the green stream.
“Aye,” responded the green stream.
Indeed, a badger was afoot. He was a little bloke, but with a fairly matured coat. Sleek, fluffy, and rightly stripped it was. “Rightly strippt’ed oi am!” sung the badger as he walked through the undergrowth of the forest.
“Rightly strippt’ed oi am, but don’t start tinkin’ I bisn’t cuddly!” This he said as he came upon the clearing where the little tree and green river awaited.
“Howdy, blokes!” Called the mischievous badger.
“Quirdly, is that you?” asked the green river.
“Bet your pebbles oi am, green river ol’ friend! But hush now, don’t get all excitorial, or whatever the word.”
“Who are you, and what’s going on?” asked the little tree in a not impolite manner.
“Quirdly’s the name, as I’ve just heard said. But we can do the formalities later, right? Okay, anyway, be quiet.”
“Why?” asked the green river.
“Just do this,” and the badger put his furry paw to his mouth.
The little tree bent a tiny twig around to touch his trunk… not that this did much good, for the little tree could speak from any part of his body, for he possessed neither mouth nor vocal cords. What he possessed was something he called ‘the cuddly’.
There came presently a gasp, like a stone being flung off a mountain into thin air. Whether one of the creatures present gave the sound, or not, may never be known. The reason for its exclamation is about to be described, mark you, dear reader.

“Hurrawwl!” The cry came from the woods, and with it charged a figure tall and spindly, who shook the earth as a matador against a bull. The man, for it was a man, came brandished with a heavy club. This he carried in his right hand, which was stretched away from his body. The man was clothed in furs, and wore vast leather boots. He seemed to run, kicking up dirt and stones, but it was a strange run, even in the little tree’s eyes. The man was falling, and he fell with his head right at the base of the little tree. There were sticks in the man’s back, three of them, and from their points of injection bubbled forth a dark red substance.
The little badger sat curled up, shaking, very near where the man’s club had smashed into the earth. Before the little badger could pull himself together, another sound interrupted the air. Bushes were being thrust aside, trees scrapped against, dirt flung places… and there could be heard the sound of metal clinking, which the little tree had never known before.
Again from the forest came a man… he towered high like a bear on its rear legs. The little tree looked at him in absolute fear and in awe. Such a stranger… so fast… So thought the little tree. The newcomer looked first at the fallen man in the fur-coat, then to the little badger curled by the club, then to the green river, and finally to the little tree.
The man whispered “This place is magical…”
He rolled his right shoulder, which was covered in various plates of metal. He blinked his eyes, shadowed by a raised helmet-visor. He shifted his feet in the dirt, the metal of his boots scraping with the rocks. Then he lowered his left arm, to which was fixed a magnificent piece. A cross-bow, as it is known.
“Damn fine bastard,” he said, and spit at the fallen man. “You should not have run.”
Meanwhile the little badger had uncurled from his fit of fear, and scurried over to the little tree, climbed up his trunk, and sat cross-legged on one of the higher branches. The poor little tree was bent under the weight of even such a small creature.
A rush… a flash, a clang of metal…. Some other man had sprung from the woods, and there he lay near the fur-clothed man, blood sprouting from his severed neck as though flowers were growing there. The man in the armor wiped the blood from his blade on the little tree’s trunk, then sheathed it in the back of the fur-clothed man.
“Fools!” he roared, “Fools the lot of you to pursue me, you here?! Another one of you lays dead, fallen where I slew him with my neat blade. And know that it will not be so neat the next time it goes hunting. Thus I give my command… stay back!” His voice echoed around the mountains in the east, carried through the earth like a plague, vibrated it, and the little tree with the blood wiped on him felt sick.
Suddenly the armored man fell to his knees on the corpses, and then he slumped his back against the little tree. His head looked up toward the sky, and his eyes closed peacefully. “I am so sorry, little one,” the man muttered. He wrapped his arms backwards, around the tree, and hugged it with great strength. Suddenly he jerked, the man did, and that was when the blood started coming from his lips. It flew quickly out like a spray from a waterfall, at first… then, as time went by, it became a small trickle. Yet all the while it came out, the man muttered things to the tree, like ‘I am sorry, little one.’ A few times he even yelled out, to that invisible foe that he had called to before. Ah, but when he did this, he seemed to go white and more blood would poor out for a moment. But he kept it up… he kept his insane activity until his time passed, until he lay as a near skeleton in the armor.
No one came. No sound in the forest could be heard. The green river trickled gently, bathing the fear.
 
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The World Is Flat, I read your story, and I have some remarks.
I like your story, it has a unique point of view which needs to be appreciated.
However, I think you missed some spots.
Firstly, you tend to change the quality of language you use in your story, for examply you use very rich language and all of a sudden you say "but the tree was okay with it".
Secondly, you use some rich describing sayings but you use them incorrectly, for example "His voice echoed around the mountains in the east, carried through the earth like a plague, vibrated it," would be "His voice echoed around the mountains in the east, carried through the earth like a plague and vibrated it,".
These are rather small comments because your overall story is excellent. Good job!
 
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Right, so as far as I can see, the only person who's even attempted to split up the stories to de-wallify it is CaoSong. The rest of you should do so too; it looks pretty messed up when it's just a huge block.
 
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then you haven't read The World is Flat's story... and if you call that a block well :/ then your stupid. (no offense)
 
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My Draft! not quite 2000 words yet but here it is

Lordaeron was once a great Human continent, but today it is home to the Forsaken. Below the once great capital of Lordaeron lies the Forsaken capital named Undercity, here homes the Dark Lady, Queen of the Forsaken, Sylvanas Windrunner. As you know she was once an elf, not just any elf but a Ranger General for the city of Quel‘thalas. During the Scourge invasion she was killed by Arthas, the Lich King. He then turned her into a Banshee!

However, not all high elves we quite this unfortunate. Some got the peace of the grave. One such high elf was Rivena Swiftwright. She was a rather slender, dark haired Elf. Her eyes shone bright blue. She was a Dalarani Sorceress. She was native to Dalaran and ironically that’s where she died at the hands of Arthas Menethil. Rivena had one close friend, Charlie Grape. He was a tall, blonde, blue eyed, well built human. He was very fond of Rivena, which made this even harder for him.

Rivena was in her place of study. It was a rounded room with two exits, the walls were patterned with purple and orange in a High Elven style. Glistening blue shards moved gracefully around the room from the overly high ceiling to just above her head. Bookcases, which we carved with great care and to the standards of Antonidas, full of mystical books covered the base of every section of wall. In the centre of the room was a wooden table, a giant book was open on an enchanting page. There at the table was Rivena; holding a necklace, which appeared to be rather old, in her right hand. She was casting some sort of enchanting spell on it, at that moment Charlie ran in

“ Rivena! We have to get out of here! Undead creatures have entered Dalaran!”
Rivena did not seem affected by this at all and began another spell.
“Rivena? We must go now!”
Rivena finishes casting and says, “Perfect, Charlie I know you will object to this, but you have to take my necklace.” Charlie attempts to interrupt but Rivena doesn’t let him, “Take it to my daughter when this massacre has finished. I know my daughter will survive, she is a half-elf, she will strive to do her best! Go and hide, you cannot fail me. My time has come, the Prince of Lordaeron shall take my life but it will eventually be his undoing!”
Charlie runs out the room, leaving Rivena behind. A horde of undead screeched, “Anar'alah belore! Vendel'o eranu!”, with that she began to conjour a fireball.

“Here they come! Ready yourselves men!” a general shouted.
Hordes of ghouls rushed round the corner, “Attack!” With that the archers at the back fired their bows, the spell casters began to cast their spells and the warriors charged. These ghouls didn’t stand a chance, the defenders survived with the minimal casualties. Luckily there were several priests which resurrected the fallen. One Warrior removed her helmet, swishing her beautifully ginger hair from side to side. However, this slim lady was not quite Human! Her eyes, they were a brilliant glowing violet. She was a Half-elf. Violet eyes are rare for normal High elves, it is even rarer for a Half-elf.

“Adelle, that was some brilliant fighting just then!”, the General exclaimed, “When we have rid Dalaran of these foul creatures, I shall put you name down to become a General just like me!”
“Oh my, I never really thought I was that good at fighting! Thank you, General Peterson!”, Adelle was so shocked she couldn’t even see how some of the other defenders where doing.

Suddenly there was a massive cracking sound! The towers began to fall, it was then that the defenders knew they had lost. Chunks of rock fell above the defenders, they began to move but the General wasn’t quick enough. The rocks fell on his leg, crippling him. Adelle rushed to him with many of the other defenders. “Peterson, are you okay? We will move these rocks!”, Adelle said to him with distress.
“Adelle, don’t worry about me!” Peterson coughs and then continues, “By the time you have moved these rocks, that tower will fall on us.”
“Work faster we don’t have long!” Adelle called out to the others.
“Adelle, take my sword…” he coughs again, “take it to my sister’s son Michael. He lives just North of here. The sword has been in my family for generations, I just want to continue the tradition!”
“But, Peterson …”
“Do as I say, this is my last order! As they say in Thalassian Anu belore dela'na! Take care.” The Tower began to fall, the defenders ran out of the area, Adelle took the Sword of Life. When she was out the area, she turned to see Peterson, He repeated those words again, “Anu belore dela'na!” With that the tower fell flat on Peterson. There was no noise, no sign of pain, no cry for help, not even a splat, just a big crash on the ground.

Adelle turns to the other defenders, “Dalaran has been lost! We need reinforcements to regain and put this city back to its former self!”, she looks round at them all. “ General Peterson gave me one last order before he died, we are to take his sword to his nephew. I wish to respect his dying wishes and take this sword. However, I cannot do it alone, Undead roam our City and our land. Thus, to go out there alone will only bring death, but together we can purge this land of the dead and respect a general’s last wishes! To this I ask for your help, shall you join me, to send the dead back to their graves! Can you take arms with me?”
Most of the spell casters gave Adelle a scornful look, High elf and Human alike. The warriors still had their helmets on so no reaction could be seen, the archers look very similar to the spell casters. Then one challenged Adelle, “ Why should we, the defenders of Dalaran, follow some half cast, a hybrid of both Human and High elf! She is not one of us! She doesn’t have a great race like ours to protect. She would rather fulfil a dead man’s last wish than help salvage what we have left here!”
“If you do not wish to follow me, then leave. If you are here to protect, then go out and protect!” Adelle replies. All but three archers, four spell casters and two warriors left.
“ We will follow you!”, a spell caster said.

Three days later, just outside the ruins of Dalaran. It had been a hard fight out of the city. They were down five soldiers, from the initial ten. They found themselves in probably the least corrupted patch of land. The grass was a lush green, the surrounding trees were thriving in colour. Although, it seemed that way because Adelle and the others had been fighting through a corrupted city for days. “ Miss Swiftwright, how far north in Lordearon do we have to go?” one spell caster asked.
“I am not sure Zorias, although I do not think it is much further.” Adelle replied. She looked back at her home in ruins. “ I do hope my mother made it out alive.” she said to herself.

The five of them entered the trees. This was probably a bad move, since many creatures would have hid in these very trees when they smelt the stench of death walking their way. This would mean both hostile and passive creatures would be present. It was not long before they heard some Thalassian, the five of them rushed over as he sounded distressed.
“ Okay stay calm, it was not your fault, you couldn’t get there in time to warn them.” he muttered.
“Excuse me! Mr…?”, spoke Adelle.
“Oh, um… oh, I’m Mendell, Mendell Sunbow.”, Mendell replied.
“So Mendell, who were you talking to?”, Adelle confusedly asked.
“Oh, no one, just myself. Now what do you want miss?”, said Mendell.
Adelle instantly replied, “ We need to find the home on Michael Fairgreen. Do you know where it is?”
“Do I know? Do I know where Mike Fairgreen lives? Of course I know, he is my best pal! Here hold this while I stand up.” Mendell hands Adelle a book, it had a series of elven letters embrowned on it, none of which Adelle had ever seen before. As he rose Adelle handed the book back to him. “ Thank you miss! You are a half-elf aren’t you!”, he said out of the blue.
“ Yes I am, Adelle Swiftwright is my name.” Adelle answered.
“ Thought so, you looked Human, but then I saw those violet eyes, quite extraordinary. I’m a half-elf too.” Mendell was quite unorthodox even for a half-elf.
“I see, but back to Michael Fairgreen!”, Adelle said changing the subject.
“Oh yes, right this way Miss Swiftwright! We will be there by dawn tomorrow.”, Mendell said marching on. The others were speechless, they didn’t quite know what to make of him. “Adelle? Are you sure we should follow him?” Zorias quietly inquired.
“He seems a little odd, but then what do you expect from a Sunbow?” The five of them laughed and followed Mendell.

Being a solider is one of the worst jobs ever. Where ever you go you will find death, what ever you do will result in death. These six where no different. It wasn’t long before they found a village that had been destroyed by the Scourge. It was a small village, only about thirty residents. A well in the centre. Blight covering the village with dead trees, grass and other plants everywhere. Yes, that means the residents are zombies. “I think we should stop off at this village for refreshments.” Mendell stated.
“Good idea!” Zorias replied.
“Yuck! What’s that smell?” John (the Archer) asked.
Eleanor(a spell caster) vomited. “ That smell, that is the stench of death!”, exclaim Thaddeus (the Warrior).
“Prepare yourselves soldiers, I think we will be killing some zombies!” Adelle warned as she drew her sword.


Please tell me if i got any big mistakes!
 
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then you haven't read The World is Flat's story... and if you call that a block well :/ then your stupid. (no offense)

You know, if you fail to discern between "your" and "you're" and decide to go with the former for the sentence "You're stupid," you don't seem too bright yourself.

Yes, it is a block, because people weren't splitting it up at all.
 
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Crazy Cow sighs
Don't turn this into an insult fight, please.
Now, reviews on stories:


It is better, but there are still things wrong with it. Things like
"The story of the orcs is one that they only have been trough and they only could handle it"
are abound. The above would make more sense as
"The story of the Orcs is one that they alone could have lived through"
and other things like that where the wording is just... awkward. There are parts where the wrong words are capitalized (War Wolf, for example), and you don't capitalize the right ones (Orcs, for example [Yes, I am guilty of that error too]). You still have fixing up to do, but it is much better than your previous draft.


I like the fact that your story is from the viewpoint of a tree. That is certainly unique, although the story is hard to follow (the badger, for example, seems a bit random). I also don't see any kind of heirloom in it. It's pretty good, though, and is certainly creative.


It seems like a good story. No noticeable errors and such, but that first part about the Forsaken seems unnescesary.

 

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Added some new verses.

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It was in the morning, the sky had just began to sprout its wings. As Manadar and his troops have already started there journey towards enemy bases. Each of Manadar's soliders are very well trained and ready for anything that comes there way. As they advance through the wilderness towards there destination they encounter a band of creeps awaiting a fight. Running towards the enemy creeps, a archer unleashes his arrow and fires it towards a solider. The solider got his shield and protected himself from the firing arrow. Shortly after that, Mandar's army too over the band of creeps as they destroy them with every swing. Cleaning the blood off there swords, Mandar thinks were to hit next on his journey. As he thinks, a traveler in the mist arrives with a note. He gives the not too Manadar. It reads “Dear Manadar, this is your father speaking. I need you to come back home to take care of your mother, she is very il and I cant be there for her. Sincerely, Garoth.” At this time Manadar doesn't know what to do, go on his journey or help his mother. As he decides, his soldiers say “My lord, go to see your mother, well take care of the enemy bases” Manadar is shocked of what he is hearing, he says “My soldiers you are quite strong and ready for anything, but im not sure if your ready for what beholds in front of you.” As the soldiers say “As that may be true my lord, we are yours to serve and yours to control.” We shall move on with our journey as I will contact my mother when I hit a town hall near by. The soliders say “Right away my lord” Manadar's troops and himself restart there journey towards enemy bases. Each solider thinking about whats going to happen ahead, they see a undead ghoul in the distance. After awhile it disappears in the forest, As Manadar says “Stand high troops, dont let them scare you.” As the soldiers say “We will obey my lord.” The army moves on with there journey. Using there strength to get up the hill, each solider helps one another gain up the steep hill. Soon later, they have gotten on top of the hill. Continuing there journey towards the enemy bases, Manadar begins finding the location of the Town Hall to contact his mother. They see the Town Hall behind some trees ahead. Manadar says “My soldiers, wait here. I will return shortly.” The soldiers say “Right my lord.” As the soliders wait patiently, The king makes his way towards the headquarters in the Town Hall. He finds his buddy “La'krea” they both introduce themselves, as they sit and talk Manadar says “Sir id love to chat but I have to call my mother as she is very il.” La'krea says “Right my friend I understand I will see you some time.” After that, Manadar had called his mother. He found out shes doing fine and shes resting at home. He was very happy to hear such words. Shortly after he rushed outside to find his soliders awaiting him. As Manadar says “Soldiers stand high! I found out my mother is doing fine and she is resting, also I got word from my friend “La'krea” that the enemy bases we were going too where already overrun by the orc forces. So now we shall head towards the runic highlands an hour away too ambush the orcs.” The soldiers say “Right away my lord.” Manadar and his army advances towards the runic highlands for the ambush. Each solider is ready and armored for battle. 15 minutes away from where they are headed, in the distance they see an orc warrior chanting “Victory!” “Victory!” A soldier throws a throwing knife at the orc, missing him by an inch. That one knife had just started the War of Nazareth. Manadar's army charges upward toward the orc warrior. The orc warrior rushes away towards his army behind the forest. Both forces look at each other, willing to do anything to survive. Everyone is still, no one is moving. Awaiting the right time for that one attack. Each side staring deeply at each other, after that short dilemma the orc leader “Cha'cai” stared walking towards the human forces. Cha'cai says “So you humans think you can walk on our grounds? No no I dont think so.” Manadar says “You little orcs have no land of yours, this land is ours and will not be overrun by you dumb orcs.” Cha'cai says “Haha, your funny human. We orcs have much more power than you, we will take over anything we please.” Manadar says “Lets watch and see, shall we?” Manadar returns to his troops, as Cha'cai returns to his. After a split second each of the forces rush towards each other in raging hate. “Charge!” says Manadar and Cha'cai. As the skys fill with blood the ground trembles with agony. Swords flying, bodys falling. This day is coming to an end as each team is tiring down. As the battle still goes on, a creature of the name “Furion” appears in the distance. Furion says “Stop this mindless violence, this isn't anyones land but mother nature itself you will accomplish nothing by killing people.” The battle stops tremendously. Manadar says “Now how do you know that? This land is anyones for the taking.” Furion says “As you may not know I am the dweller of the land you stand on now, and as this battle goes on this land is being hurt by your little swords and blood spilled bodys.” Mandar says “This may be true my friend, as this is your land now but it is ours in battle.” Furion says “As you wish my human friend.” Shortly after the speech, the battle starts again.
 
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I just noticed that the contest runner hasnt been online in 12 days... dont even have any judges picked out... wonder what the policy for contest runners disappearing at the start of said contest is, if there is any such policy :p
 
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there is none since he will come back... people can have a life besides The hive you know Oo (no offense again) but be sure he will return.
 
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hmmm...


After Arthas defeated Illidan at Icecrown, a young warrior that was wandering around the continent saw Illidan's body and obtained the glaives (does it have a specific name?)...

The Twin Warglaives of Azinoth? That's their WoW name, at least.
 
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