MoneyTalks
08-08-2009, 10:09 AM
This is a tale that takes place during the early days of the Burning Crusade. The Dark Portal has just opened, and all sorts of commotion have been taking place on Azeroth's surface. Leaders of both the Alliance and The Horde now turn their eyes outwards, to meet their destinies in epic battle upon Outlands surface.
But this is not a story of those leaders. Nor is this a tale about the fel demonic enemies they will face. No friends, this is a different tale, one from far humbler beginnings, than those who are often spoken of.........
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"Oh by the gods, help me, someone help me!!!!! Please.....by the light they're going to kill me!!!!"
The scream tore through the silence of Duskwood as a lone figure could be seen running through the trees, her hasty footfalls and occasional crash through the odd shrub or two marking her every move. The full moon shone down upon her form when it was not obscured by the various gnarled and deathly ill looking vegetation around the area.
Duskwood was regarded as a fel place, one rife with dark dangers, wild beasts, bandits, and things far worse. Often it was enforced that one should only walk the woods of this place if accompanied by the night watchmen, or if one was properly escorted by other parties. To go alone was considered highly unwise. However it seemed that this woman running through the underbrush, red dress torn, hands and feet covered in cuts and bruises, had not grasped the idea of getting a suitable escort.
A nearby branch latched onto the woman hair, causing her to nearly fall back as she ran by, stopping to hastily pull at her brown tresses with dirty, raw fingers, worn from the constant act of pushing apart obstacles as she ran.
"No....no...." she nearly whimpered out, finally simply breaking the branch off, continuing to run through the forest. "Cant stop....cant stop. Please, someone, anyone help me!!!! Can anybody hear me!?!? Wha.....what.....what was that....?"
The frightened maiden turned, looking to the dark and foreboding forest behind her, hearing a sound that sent shivers down her small frame. Her body shook, tears going down her face, as she turned and began to run even faster, the distinct blood chilling howls sounding behind her, accompanied by the sounds of something breaking through the underbrush from where she had just been.
And the sounds as well as the howls, were getting steadily closer.
Elsewhere......
"Oh by the gods, help me, someone help me!!!!! Please.....by the light they're going to kill me!!!!"
"Hey....did...did you hear something Brew.....?" a voice asked in the dark, slurred as if half asleep.
"I din't hear a damn thing by the gods man shut yer gob and go to sleep..." another voice answered gruffly, tinged with that tone of being barely awake.
"Brew.....I could have sworn I heard a voice....someone...Im not kidding...." the first voice continued.
"Oh did ye now!?!?! Well maybe, the little wee voices in yer head, could shut up for the night, and start up in the mornin' when we have some blasted energy to deal with their nonsense!!!!!" the second answered again, grumpier than before.
"Oh so now I'm hearing voices?????? You calling me crazy is that it!?!?!?"
"Well if the boot fits laddie, if the boot.....FITS."
"Your the only one who wears boots here ya drunk bastard!!!!! And they could fit a damn kodo!!!!"
"Watch yer mouth ya pointy-eared son of a-......!!!!!"
"Please, someone, anyone help me!!!! Can anybody hear me!?!? Wha.....what.....what was that....?"
All was silent a moment as the scream came again, much closer.
"..........so am I still crazy now? Or did you not hear that scream and its in my imagination?"
"Don' be a smartass now......"
"No because Doctor Brewdawn, I just have this tendency to hear voices right!?? Wasnt that your damn diagnosis genuis????"
"Ah shaddup.....go check it out...."
"Oh sure, want me to get you coffee while I'm at it?"
"If only ye could be so useful lad....if only...."
Meanwhile.....
The maiden ran still, wincing as her feet bled, raw from the travel, and the various rock and branches that she had trod upon. The sound behind her grew louder, and more than once she felt tempted to look behind her, but refrained from doing so out of pure fear, desperate instead to gain as much distance as possible between her and those who had chose her as prey this night.
After continuing on a bit more, the woman saw in the distance something that made her heart beat faster. A run down home, and in one window, was a single lit candle. Someone was home. Speeding up she ran, slamming into the door, slamming a fist against it repeatedly and urgently.
"Refuge...." the maiden breathed. "Help!!! Please open up!!! Help please!!! Open up!!!! Anyone inside please!!! My name is Clara from Darkshire! Worgen, outside and.....oh gods!!!"
The woman threw herself to the side, narrowly ducking the large claws that raked across where her head used to be, splintering the wood of the door, sending chips flying as pieces of it flew off. Clara fell to the ground, looking up eyes wide in horror at the monstrosity before her.
Though humanoid in appearance, the slobbering monstrosity was by no means a creature of the civilized world. Fur covered every inch of it, red eyes glowing from a long wolf head, complete with a muzzle and mouth full of razor sharp teeth. The hands were large, gigantic claws capable of tearing apart the solid wooden door it had struck, and able to do so much more to soft flesh and brittle bone. The Worgen, every bit like the werewolves of childrens stories, only far more cunning and savage, and worse.....real.
The beast let out a chilling howl, the sound causing Clara to cover her ears as the creature took a few steps forward, eyes burning that red that spoke only of a love for violence and bloodlust. The howl was echoed horrifyingly enough, as several more of the beasts approached, some on all fours, others walking patiently on their two hind legs, claws clenching and unclenching in anticipation of the kill to come.
Clara crawled away, then jumped up, and in a move of pure desperation attempted to run once more. The worgen closest to her only snarled, leaping high, claws reaching to rake her in midair, with enough force perhaps to split her body in twain.
BA-KOW!!!!!
The top of the beasts head blew apart then, bits of skull and blood flying everywhere as its limp body only landed upon the woman, making her fall, eyes wide as she looked to the ruined doorway, and the figure standing in it, holding a smoking musket.
He was a night elf, skin a light shade of blue, glowing yellow eyes narrowed at the body of the creature he had shot, blue hair pulled up into a ponytail that hung behind him. He wore a pair of leather pants, no shirt upon his lean muscled physique. He did not seem happy though, judging by the creases of a frown on his otherwise smooth face. Clara had met very few Night Elves in her time, but was told that they were a serene race, a peaceful people, seeming to possess an inner calm and peace that no other kind could attain.
"WHO THE HELL IS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS DOOR YOU BASTARDS!?!?!?!"
So much for that stereotype.
(This is by no means the end of this tale, but the limit was reached I believe. Input is welcome and appreciated.)
But this is not a story of those leaders. Nor is this a tale about the fel demonic enemies they will face. No friends, this is a different tale, one from far humbler beginnings, than those who are often spoken of.........
_________________________________
"Oh by the gods, help me, someone help me!!!!! Please.....by the light they're going to kill me!!!!"
The scream tore through the silence of Duskwood as a lone figure could be seen running through the trees, her hasty footfalls and occasional crash through the odd shrub or two marking her every move. The full moon shone down upon her form when it was not obscured by the various gnarled and deathly ill looking vegetation around the area.
Duskwood was regarded as a fel place, one rife with dark dangers, wild beasts, bandits, and things far worse. Often it was enforced that one should only walk the woods of this place if accompanied by the night watchmen, or if one was properly escorted by other parties. To go alone was considered highly unwise. However it seemed that this woman running through the underbrush, red dress torn, hands and feet covered in cuts and bruises, had not grasped the idea of getting a suitable escort.
A nearby branch latched onto the woman hair, causing her to nearly fall back as she ran by, stopping to hastily pull at her brown tresses with dirty, raw fingers, worn from the constant act of pushing apart obstacles as she ran.
"No....no...." she nearly whimpered out, finally simply breaking the branch off, continuing to run through the forest. "Cant stop....cant stop. Please, someone, anyone help me!!!! Can anybody hear me!?!? Wha.....what.....what was that....?"
The frightened maiden turned, looking to the dark and foreboding forest behind her, hearing a sound that sent shivers down her small frame. Her body shook, tears going down her face, as she turned and began to run even faster, the distinct blood chilling howls sounding behind her, accompanied by the sounds of something breaking through the underbrush from where she had just been.
And the sounds as well as the howls, were getting steadily closer.
Elsewhere......
"Oh by the gods, help me, someone help me!!!!! Please.....by the light they're going to kill me!!!!"
"Hey....did...did you hear something Brew.....?" a voice asked in the dark, slurred as if half asleep.
"I din't hear a damn thing by the gods man shut yer gob and go to sleep..." another voice answered gruffly, tinged with that tone of being barely awake.
"Brew.....I could have sworn I heard a voice....someone...Im not kidding...." the first voice continued.
"Oh did ye now!?!?! Well maybe, the little wee voices in yer head, could shut up for the night, and start up in the mornin' when we have some blasted energy to deal with their nonsense!!!!!" the second answered again, grumpier than before.
"Oh so now I'm hearing voices?????? You calling me crazy is that it!?!?!?"
"Well if the boot fits laddie, if the boot.....FITS."
"Your the only one who wears boots here ya drunk bastard!!!!! And they could fit a damn kodo!!!!"
"Watch yer mouth ya pointy-eared son of a-......!!!!!"
"Please, someone, anyone help me!!!! Can anybody hear me!?!? Wha.....what.....what was that....?"
All was silent a moment as the scream came again, much closer.
"..........so am I still crazy now? Or did you not hear that scream and its in my imagination?"
"Don' be a smartass now......"
"No because Doctor Brewdawn, I just have this tendency to hear voices right!?? Wasnt that your damn diagnosis genuis????"
"Ah shaddup.....go check it out...."
"Oh sure, want me to get you coffee while I'm at it?"
"If only ye could be so useful lad....if only...."
Meanwhile.....
The maiden ran still, wincing as her feet bled, raw from the travel, and the various rock and branches that she had trod upon. The sound behind her grew louder, and more than once she felt tempted to look behind her, but refrained from doing so out of pure fear, desperate instead to gain as much distance as possible between her and those who had chose her as prey this night.
After continuing on a bit more, the woman saw in the distance something that made her heart beat faster. A run down home, and in one window, was a single lit candle. Someone was home. Speeding up she ran, slamming into the door, slamming a fist against it repeatedly and urgently.
"Refuge...." the maiden breathed. "Help!!! Please open up!!! Help please!!! Open up!!!! Anyone inside please!!! My name is Clara from Darkshire! Worgen, outside and.....oh gods!!!"
The woman threw herself to the side, narrowly ducking the large claws that raked across where her head used to be, splintering the wood of the door, sending chips flying as pieces of it flew off. Clara fell to the ground, looking up eyes wide in horror at the monstrosity before her.
Though humanoid in appearance, the slobbering monstrosity was by no means a creature of the civilized world. Fur covered every inch of it, red eyes glowing from a long wolf head, complete with a muzzle and mouth full of razor sharp teeth. The hands were large, gigantic claws capable of tearing apart the solid wooden door it had struck, and able to do so much more to soft flesh and brittle bone. The Worgen, every bit like the werewolves of childrens stories, only far more cunning and savage, and worse.....real.
The beast let out a chilling howl, the sound causing Clara to cover her ears as the creature took a few steps forward, eyes burning that red that spoke only of a love for violence and bloodlust. The howl was echoed horrifyingly enough, as several more of the beasts approached, some on all fours, others walking patiently on their two hind legs, claws clenching and unclenching in anticipation of the kill to come.
Clara crawled away, then jumped up, and in a move of pure desperation attempted to run once more. The worgen closest to her only snarled, leaping high, claws reaching to rake her in midair, with enough force perhaps to split her body in twain.
BA-KOW!!!!!
The top of the beasts head blew apart then, bits of skull and blood flying everywhere as its limp body only landed upon the woman, making her fall, eyes wide as she looked to the ruined doorway, and the figure standing in it, holding a smoking musket.
He was a night elf, skin a light shade of blue, glowing yellow eyes narrowed at the body of the creature he had shot, blue hair pulled up into a ponytail that hung behind him. He wore a pair of leather pants, no shirt upon his lean muscled physique. He did not seem happy though, judging by the creases of a frown on his otherwise smooth face. Clara had met very few Night Elves in her time, but was told that they were a serene race, a peaceful people, seeming to possess an inner calm and peace that no other kind could attain.
"WHO THE HELL IS GOING TO PAY FOR THIS DOOR YOU BASTARDS!?!?!?!"
So much for that stereotype.
(This is by no means the end of this tale, but the limit was reached I believe. Input is welcome and appreciated.)