My own Warcraft Movie Intro

[superklown]

Luxthorn hung suspended by the warlock's fel energies.
Valharra, who was a high elven sorceress of the Alliance milennia ago, toyed with the harrowed human, twisting his limbs backwards with her magic, before letting him drop down hard to the cold stone tiles beneath the once glorious city of Lordaeron.

'Betrayer....'
She used a demonic trick to make her voice be heard resonating within his own mind. It made his skin crawl and filled his heart with fear, but the fear was not enough to sway his staunch belief in the Light.


'You... traitorous... b!tch!'

'No one is more traitorous than the COWARDS and the HYPOCRITES of the modern Alliance.
The true Alliance is long lost.'

'The Alliance will never fall. You have embraced the enemy, Valharra. I knew you when your heart was pure. You have become a wretch, your mind is polluted and you are too dangerous to be left ali-'

At this, Valharra's glowing eyes widened in fury. She winced at mention of... the past... the purity and goodwill she had once lived for, before the... destruction... but no.
Desperation calls for dire remedies. She will not succumb to nostalgic weakness.
The comforting, pitch-black cruelty seized her heart and a wicked grin stole over her lips. Her green eyes flickered to the right, to Lt. General Despicatus, an alias assumed by the man who was once Commander Deslock whom she had known when he was alive as they fought side by side to fend off waves of mindless ghouls.
Despicatus nodded slowly, and returned her smile.

'Who's going to die now, SCUM??!!' She screamed shrilly at Luxthorn.
Her hand went into an almost impossible twist which made her barely grimace in pain once the numbness of fel energies had worn off.

Green bolts of death shot from her fingers, and wrapped around the human, before completely immolating him.
Luxthorn's dying screams echoed through the labryinthine corridors of the Apothecarium.

'He's... yours.' Valharra turned and walked away with a disgust she couldn't help as Despicatus along with his Forsaken soldiers jumped at the paladin's corpse like a pack of rabid dogs and begin to tear his limbs apart and devour his flesh. She walked down the corridor, eager to get out of this stinking city, the darkness in heart blotting out all thoughts. She would return to Quel'Thalas, and rest. Bloody battles lie ahead...

(screen flashes to a snowy hill overlooking the cliffs of Northrend and massing armies. an injured human soldier stumbles forward, and collapses. he is helped up by a dwarf. 'stay strong, lad' says the dwarf. 'we stand united'. emboldened, the human hoists the Lion banner of the Alliance. he bellows, 'The Light will prevail', and leans against the banner. a drop of blood from his wound drips down, and the camera follows it till it lands, staining the pure white snow. the camera then pans up several feet up a cliff, to a Horde war pavilion.)

Thrall stands before three figures kneeling before him: Blood Knight Commander Thaelius, Spiritual leader Gnarf Hooftotem, and Tazteedo Ringo the Huntmaster. Lady Sylavannas stands beside the warchief.

Sylvannas whispers to Thrall: 'War is the nature of life. Battles end, truces are made and then they are broken. My friend... trust is always ultimately... betrayed.'

Thrall turns towards the commanders and yells:
'Bloody battles lie ahead... and we will TRIUMPH!'

(the camera swings back facing a canyon where Horde armies wielding torches and banners gain momentum and rush towards the forces of the Alliance.)

and then the letters
WARCRAFT THE MOVIE
appear on the screen with a bang.