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Post by Dominicus on Feb 14, 2006 10:38:12 GMT -5
((I know i have written my story before but i felt i would like to retell it in a much longer and more detailed way so you will see my old thread 'Bismarks story' has been deleted)) Part 1: The golden years It seems impossible now, looking back to those few golden years, to imagine the peace that reigned over the Eastern Kingdoms of Azeroth. Those few who survived the scourge of Lordaeron will remmber the green rolling hills and prosperous towns dotten over the Trisfal Glades and how unimaginable what was to come was. Outside the doors of the great northern monastery stood an young boy, no more than 14 but no one was realy sure how old the boy was. His clothes were scruffy, not that of one of the well dressed training priests in their expensive robes. As he stood gazeing over the glades to great doors behind him creaked open and two men walked out. One wore the robes and headress of a bishop of the light, the other was a simply dressed man, heavily laden with bags and some well worn and dented armour hanging unused over his back. They stoped before the boy and the bishop looked down at him taking in every detail before speaking; "This is the boy then, Elias?" The other man nodded in reply; "I caught him stealing from the smithys in Brill, fast little bugger he is, chased him halfway to Lordaeron before he triped over himself. I tried to find out his name but he hasnt said a word the whole way here" The priest looked at Elias in shock; "You have brought a petty thief to this place of light? You told me you found a poor orphan who needed a home! I will not have a sinner in my halls, take him back where you found him." Elias started at the priest with poorly concelled contempt; "The light teachs forgiveness, will you not give a chance to a poor boy who must steal to live? What servant of the light can refuse to help one so clearly in need?" The priest shock his head at Elias and turned his back, speaking as he walked back to his well decorated halls; "Take him from here Elias, his kind do not belong in the halls of the righteous". The doors slammed closed and Elias and the boy were left standing in the cold doorway. The boy was distraught at what he had heard, he knew the rejection ment a return to the dark streets of lordaeron and his life of cripleing poverty and petty thivery. He was lost in his own thoughts and fears untill Elias kneeled down to his level and spoke; "Do not listen to that fool, he is corrupted by his own welth and soft life he cannot understand the world outside his halls. The bishops and priests are blinded by zeal and greed. He may not want you pracing around his chambers but im not going to leave you to the pray of the streets. I will keep you with me as my squire, you will get a good meal and warm bed if you are loyal. But if you try to run away you better be fast because if i catch you, youll never walk again. Understand?" The boy stared at him, he didnt seem to have much of a choice in the matter. Even if he did its not a chance he would turn down, nothing could be worse than the streets. He nodded nervously at the intense stare Elias was giving him. "Whats your name boy?" Elias asked. "Was never given one sir, people always called me Bunny five fingers though" The boy said nervously. "At last he speaks! I thought you were a mute boy. You need a real name if your ever to be taken seriously, but youve got to earn it boy. For now your 'squire' and thats all youll get untill you prove yourself. Now lets get moving before dark" Elias said in a stern tone. Elias took a heavy sack off his back and slung it over the boys shoulder. The boy stumbled back almost falling over at the weight, but before he could complain Elias was walking back down the mountain pass towards Brill at a brisk pace. For three years Elias and his squire wandered the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms. Elias was a wise paladin, not a great warrior or a powerful priest but a better man than so most who were. He did not seek battle with monsters or condem those who left the trail of the light, rather he preached the true virtues of the paladin; Justice, Charity and Forgiveness. All over Azeroth he settled disputed, aided those in need and brought sinners back to the ways of the light. Always with the boy he had found in Brill training behind him. He had grown to enjoy the boys company and hoped that he had set an example which would be followed. After afew months Elias began training the boy in the ways of the Paladin, teaching by experiance how to survive in the harsh world and showing him right from wrong. He also taught him some basic combat skills, although that was never Elias' strength and he hoped the skills he taught would never be used. Elias had seen the first arrival of the Orcs twenty years before and fought contless battles in the two great wars which followed. He had seen enough of war and death and prayed that his student would never see the same. Elias' worst fears were soon to be realised, but now as they sat by the peaceful fire at the Strathholme inn the evils of war seemed so distant...
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Post by Dominicus on Feb 21, 2006 20:45:15 GMT -5
Part 2: The Fadeing Light and the Scourge of Lordaeron The first frost of winter had come early that year in Strathholme. The snap of the freezing wind caught Elias as he wandered down the backally towards the inn. He had been visiting the citadel to speak with the messangers who brough news from all over the northern kingdoms, what they had to tell him was grim indeed. Many of the runners heading to the North East hadnt returned, those who did spoke of some threat which had invoked the attention of Arthas' legion which was now heading to Stratholme. Whatever was happening was something Elias did not want to be caught up in, especialy with the boy. He planned to return to the inn, gather his things and head due south to the safety of Lordaeron. When he reached the inn he found the squire boy polishing his boots by the fire. The look on Elias' face sent a stern message. "Were leaving, gather our things and be ready to leave quickly" said Elias Before the boy could reply Elias yelled "NOW!" The boy ran quickly into the next room and began packing their possesions neatly into the large leather sacks. He knew by the sound of Elias' voice that whatever was happening was bad and as such he moved as quickly as possible. Elias was busy looking out the window, scanning the streets for any sign of danger or panic. It seemed the news had not been broken as people were going about their buisness as normal and the streets were calm, for now. The boy packed quickly and was soon prepaired to leave, he was surprised when Elias' took his armour from the bag which held it and began straping it on. He had never seen Elias' wear his armour outside the direst of situations, it was not something that inspired confidence to see. Which the old paladin was pulling on one a boot sounds of screaming came from the street. The boy rushed to look out the window and saw a man lieing still in the street, a small crowd had gathered around him and were stareing in shock. The man lay still for awhile as Elias' strugled furiously to pull on his armour at a speed that was more from fear than practicality. The boy continued to stare out the window at the deadman in the street. As he started he saw the slightest twitch in the mans finger, he instantly perked up in surprise sure that he was seeing things. Then the man moved again, very slightly his arm raised then fell. Slowly the man began to move more and more, his flesh a shade of green as he pulled himself up from the street in the centre of the quickly wideing circle of people. He looked around with lifeless eyes untill he saw a man standing right infront of him, a doctor, who had been called when he first fell. He stared at the man for afew minutes with a blank look, then lurched forward and began clawing at the man as he tried to back away. Screams and yells instantly came as the crowd began to flee in a mass of panic. In the fleeing mod the boy looking out the window saw several more men and women fall in the street and lie still. Elias stood up quickly and grabed the boy by the arm and began to make for the door. The boy could barely move himself, his muscles frozen by what he had just seen. Elias bolted into the alley and began moving towards the cities south gates, the boy in tow. All along the streets lay bodies with no apparant wounds, slowly turning green. As he turned a corner to head south he saw several knights on hordeback charing along the street cutting down all they saw, undead or living. Elias' quickly jumped back into the alley "Those damn fools" he said "What are they doing!?" As Elias looked back down the alley he saw several of the corpses he had passed turning green and pulling themselves back onto their feet. He knew he had to be fast or they would be overrun and traped in Strathholmes dieing streets. He looked back out into the street and saw it was clear and bolted to the next alley. He moved on from alley to alley untill he reached the cities southern walls. Realising that there was no way he could move along the walls to the next gatehouse with all the undead roming he decided to climb up onto the wall, the gatehouse would likely be guarded by more of the crazed riders he had seen before anyway. When he reached the wall he found a lenth of rope in one of the abandoned towers and began tieing it onto the battlements. When he was sure it was tight enough he threw the clack over the side and leaned over the wal. He backoned the boy over and showed him how to climb down the wall useing the rope. The boy was understandably nervous about making such a climb, but looking back into the city he knew he had no choice in the matter. He slowly worked his way down the wall holding onto the robe with a deathly strong grip. Elias' followed carfly decending down the wall. Now that they were out of the city their situation wasnt much better. From their vanatge point at the foot of the wall they could see the camp set up by Arthas' legion was close and if they were spotted they would likely be killed. Elias and his squire slowly and painfuly crept away from the walled city in the opposite direction of the camp. It took several hours for them to reach the full distance where they were out of sight of the camp and far enough from the city not to fear the misguided soliders of the Arthas. When they were clear Elias quickly increased the pact to a near sprint for aslong as his ageing legs could keep it up. He was no longer sure that Lordaeron was the best choice of destination after seeing the carnage at Strathholme, no centre of population could be safe to him after what he had witnessed. After a day and nights travel the pair reached brill, the town was deserted, its inhabitants fled to Lordaeron to add to its already swelling population of refugees. When the time came their concentrated numbers would only make their final demise all the more horrific. Elias and his follower walked slowly through the abandoned streets. Their inhabitants would only return in undeath and the town had an air of desolance around it. Elias knew better than to carry on to Lordaeron, he canged cource and headed rapidly south west towards the coast and salvation at the docks of Pyrewood...
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Post by Ladeos on Feb 22, 2006 1:12:51 GMT -5
damn thats a nice story /cheer
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Post by idori on Feb 22, 2006 2:11:24 GMT -5
Good story indeet
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Post by Dominicus on Feb 22, 2006 10:56:43 GMT -5
Gonna go on for awhile, gonna keep adding new bits when i have time/am bored.
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Post by Dominicus on Feb 24, 2006 18:20:41 GMT -5
Part 3: Exodus to Kalimdor The undead scourge had spread deep into Lordaeron, nowhere was realy safe anymore. One of the last holdouts of humanity was Pyrewood, where Elias had arrived weeks before and was now trapped. He had arrived expecting to find a ferry which would take him south to Stormwind, however the small coastal town had swolen with refugees and women and children continued to fill the few small boats which arrived. Elias and his squire hadnt dared leave the perimiter around pyrewood since they arrived and now with little prospect of escape by the sea appeared to be trapped in a small island of an increasing hostile sea. New of Arthas' corruption and the fall of Lordaeron had recently reached the camp and morale had plummeted to a new low. The wizards of Dalaran had continuted to fight valiantly against the scourge but they too were now being slowly worn down. All that kept many of the defenders going was the knowledge that what would happen to them and all those inside the camp was infinately worse than what they were now enduring. However brave the defenders were valour alone is not enough to sustain a man and food and clean water was running low. Archmage Arugal was particualrly zealous in his defence of Pyrewood, he was vengeful at the recent destruction of Dalaran and was taking increasingly drastic measures to fight the scourge with arcane magics. High in the tower of shadowfang keep he was deep in concentration as he made his latest attempt to summon powerful entites to fight against the scourge. He raised his hands and a great portal was summoned against the wall of the keep. From the dimensional tunnel there came a great swarm of feral wolf-men, the Worgens. Arugal began to laugh in joy at his success, these would be the great creatures who would banish the Scourge from Azeroth. The portal remains open and more and more worgen streamed out into the keep, Arugal pointed out to the east and said "kill". Elias watched as the young boy he had found what seemed like a lifetime ago tended to the wounds of latest influx of refugees. Since they arrived in Pyrewood his healing powers had proved invaluable and had shown a strong arm in defending the outskirts of the village. He was no longer a boy squire, he had proved himself as capable as any man. Elias had bestowed onto him the name of Dominicus, the servant of the lord, as a testament to his service for the last years and particularly his performace at Pyrewood. The last weeks had been testing for everyone at pyrewood, many men had lost their minds from what they saw outside the walls but Dominicus had stood firm and maintained a clam that inspired confidence in others. Elias shock himself out of memories and looked round back over the primitive barricade they had constructed. He scaned the horizen and saw nothing different to what he had seen the last time he looked. However just as he was turning back to lean on the barricade he thought he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye. He turned back and looked at the wood and sure enough something was moving, from what he saw it was some kind of wolf, although like none he had ever seen before. The creature emerged from the woods and Elias watched in shock at what he was seeing, it was some kind of mix between man and wolf standing just out of the woods. It looked around curiously for afew moments before leaning back and unleashing a deafening roar which caught the attention of all the men in pyrewood who came rushing to the barricade to find the source. The wolf ran forward and as it moved Elias noticed dozens more emerging from hiding in the woods and following the first. Instant panic struck the men on the wall as the dark creatures rushed towards them, some grabed arms while others ran in screaming in panic. Dominicus reached over to the great sword he had found on the route to Pyrewood and ran forward to the barricade just as the first Worgen hit the wall and began clawing their way over. The defenders stabed at the invaders as they pulled their way over the hastely constructed defences, but the wolves proved to be resiliant creatures as many fought on after sustaining wounds that would easily stop a man. Dominicus swang away, worgen or not no creature could fight on after being hit with a sword the size and weight of the one he swung. The battle seemed to last hours but in reality it was less than 20 minutes, when the last worgen was cut down in a flurry of blades the defenders took stock of the battle. Many men had run at first sight of the worgen and many cut down by the powerful wolf-men. Their numbers had been devistated, they would not survive such an attack again and from the sounds coming from the woods they knew another assualt was coming. The Dalaran wizards who had proved a vital force in defending the village before had been missing for days, the defenders at this time did not know they had been killed by the worgen they attempted to weid when they lost control. Elias surveyed the damage and knew there was only one option and he didnt like it, they had to leave the village. Moving such a swolen population was a challenge in itself but considering the woods all around the east of the village were hostile and to the west was the sea it became infinately more difficult. The only hope of survival against the worgen was to stay out of their path. After much consideration Elias decided that the best option would be to move south along the rocky dangeous coast, fatalities would be high amoung the exhaused and battered people but it was the only option open to him. He gathered the people of the village around the hall and announced to them his intention, his idea was meet with outright hostility by those who had not seen the onslaught by the worgen. They refused to move and returned to whatever accomodation of sheltar they had found in the village. As Elias looked down on the small bunch who had agreed to his proposal, most of them were defenders who had seen what had happened and he knew he could not leave the vulnerable population without their protection. Just as Elias was pondering his next move he heard screaming coming from one of the large tents set up for the wounded. He rushed over and opened the flap of the tent, the sight was enough to drive a man insane. Those who had been bitten by the worgen in the attack were shaking violently and began to grow hair and claws as the moon rose in the sky. They were turning to worgens and some had already risen to attack the priests tending their wounds. The cries of the newly risen worgen drew the others from the woods in and soon Pyrewood was infested by packs of worgen ripping through the population. What few defenders remains put up a valiant fight but were unorganised and helpless to protect the vulerable refugees. What few could escape ran south along the coast while the defenders who had found each other fought a desperte fighting retreat to give the fleeing survivors as much time as they could. By the time the defenders had fought all they could and turned heel and ran as fast as they could to the fleeing groups the village was devisated. Hundreds lay dead as the swollen population had been massacred by the murderous worgen. The survivors made south along the coast and walked for days, food had run out and fresh water was scarse. Hope was all but gone as the weary dispora sat down and looked out at the sea. Many thought they were going insane from hunger when the fight ship appeared on the horizon, then more and more appeared rising up from the western sea. Tears of joy came as defenders saw as salvation appeared against the rising sun. The ships were from Jaina Proundmores fleet following the prophet to kalimdor. The captains sent small boats to bring what few survivors remained onto the great alliance battleships before the made off into the great blue yonder and the land they knew to be their salvation.
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Post by Elanór on Mar 6, 2006 4:53:29 GMT -5
From tragedy to salvation.. I simply want more! Please continue writing on this story..
What will become of the newly trained Dominicus?
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Post by Dominicus on Mar 7, 2006 9:42:47 GMT -5
Part 4: The New World and the Race to Hyjal It had been several long months since the Dominicus arrived in Kalimdor. The few survivors of the masssacre at Pyrewood had gone their seperate ways when they landed in Durotar, most of the survivng young men had joined with jaina proudmores forces who had become entangled in fighting with the sentinels of ashenvale and the newly arrived Burning Legion. The situation appeared futile, the mortal races in kalimdor remained divided with the Legion on their doorstep. Elias and Dominicus had followed their own path after their arrival. There was nowhere truely safe for two humans on their own in kalimdor, everywhere and anywhere was a battleground in the ever shifting fighting and so they were constantly moving from one hideout to the next. Elias had refused to side with the forces of the alliance, in his years he had seen enough to know that division now would lead to the defeat of the mortal races and as such he remained independant untill such unity was founded. He himself did what he could to convince the orcs and elves of the need for an alliance but his efforts had sofar proved futile in the face of old hatereds. Over the months the night elves put up a valiant fight in ashenvale, after many months of fighting and the awakening of the druids the Burning legion was pushed back by the might of nature itself. However the legion never ceased in its push for Mount Hyjal and the world trees magics, victory there would give them the power they needed to finaly destroy Azeroth itself. All the night elves could do was delay the legion, they alone did not have the power to gain any lasting victory and were slowly loseing the war of attrition. Even they knew that they would need to ally with the newly arrived races to defeat the legion. The orcs to the south of ashenvale had thier own problems. The demonic bloodlust that had plauged them for years began to return and their base instincts once again started to take over. Hellscream and his Warsong clan betrayed Thrall and moved to ashenvale, the night elves there already in battle with the legion drove back the orcs with the aid of the demigod Cenarius who was killed in the battle. The orcs salvation was the death of Mannoroth, the warlcok who first cursed the orcs with bloodlust. His death freed the orcs and left the possibility of alliance with the Elves and the Alliance of Lordaeron. With the finaly realisation that only co-operation could save them the three powers of Kalimdor banded together in an nervous alliance to fight the legion. Apon hearing of the newly forged alliance of mortal races Elias emerged from his hiding and joined with the warbands marching towards Mount Hyjal. All knew it was the target of the Legions efforts and that it was where the definitive battle would be fought. Elias and Dominicus speed to the mountain through the Barrens and the forests of Ashenvale. The Legion was ahead of them and they knew the Elves could only hold for so long, if the Legion reached the summit before they arrived all their efforts would be for nothing. On the summit of Hyjal Tyrande Whisperwind looked down over the forces assembled there. Only small bands of humans and orcs had sofar reached the mountain, the rest were coming through in bulk as marching in smaller numbers would leave them open to ambush. Such large warbands were safe but slow and speed was quickly becoming paramount as the legion pushed ceaselessly in its desire for the world tree. The sentinels and druids had fought valiantly but their numbers were becoming decimated by the sheer might of the legion. If the relief did not come soon there would be a stand to defend the tree, it would simply be over run and the world destroyed. Gone with a whisper rather then a bang. After days of double timed marching Domincus' warband reached the edge of ashenvale and the foothills of the mountain. Exhasted as they were the humans fought valiantly through the demons rearguard and up the mountain. They had to reach the summit or all would be lost, there would be no second chance to defeat the legion. After several hours of hacking their way through the rear ranks of the scourge they reached the outnumbered elves despertly holding back the waves of the demonic legion. The moved into position on the battle line with the other assembled forces and prepaired for what was to come. The legion moved back to reorganise as the last of the alliance forces arrived on the hill. What was to come would be the battle to decide the fate of the world. All the mortal races; dwarves, humans, gnomes, night elves, orcs, taurens, trolls and high elves stood united in their cause. Past hatereds pushed to the side for the common goal of defending their world. Elias and Dominicus stood on the high ground looking down at the hundreds of thousands assembled below them, both of them knew they would never again see such a sight, see such unity and determination, see such valour in the face of certain death. Elias had fought many wars but never had he been so proud. As Elias stood lost in thought of years gone by Dominicus surveyed the battlefield and watched as the legion formed ranks to begin their advance, the battle for Azeroth was about to begin...
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Post by Liubertas on Mar 7, 2006 11:59:29 GMT -5
Hehe thats a great background Something that I was expecting from you, Bismark... ups Dominicus
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Post by Dominicus on Mar 7, 2006 19:14:02 GMT -5
Both acctualy -_-
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Post by Ladeos on Mar 13, 2006 6:04:31 GMT -5
Post it on blizzard realm forum : great promotion for you and a guild
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Post by Dominicus on Mar 14, 2006 9:27:33 GMT -5
I shall when im done. Speaking of which i realy ought to add a new part.
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Post by Dominicus on Mar 14, 2006 10:52:26 GMT -5
Part 5: The Battle of Mount Hyjal The forests around the foothills were unaturaly dark that night. Where the legion moved death followed, corrupting all it touched. The legions demonic ranked stretched all the way to the base of the mountain, with more emmerging in a constant stream to swell the already bulgeing ranks. To look at the allied forces on any other day would make one belive that it was a greatest army that could ever be assembled. But standing there gathered near the peak it looked like a small rabble compared to the dark masses swarming over the hills below. Those with faith prayed, those without looked on in dispair. Dominicus and Elias sat in the branchs of a large tree in the middle of the alliance ranks watching the opening stages unfold. The legions vanguard clashed with the alliance forces without order nor tactic. The term battle implies more strategy than was being shown, the front ranks were simply ripping apart anything they saw. Thousands fell in minutes as the legion pushed ceaselessly at the front ranks, piles of bodies grew and the stench of death was already floating in the light mountain air. Within minutes the battle became invisible, massive clouds of dust kicked up by the masses of warriors blocked any view. At the summit the elite rear guard looked down at the battle with frustration. They could not see the situation and as such could not react. The battle could not be won by mortal power alone they knew, it was simply to buy time to find some way to unleach the power of Nordrassil onto the legion. Whether the legion knew of their plans they did not know, but either way they would not stop pushing untill they reached it and they had the means to fight on for days with their numbers. As the battle continued to rage in the centre of the front line more and more undead and demons arrived to widen the battlefront. The sheer numbers put huge pressure on the alliance defenders as they were being crushed under the weight on the enemy. Behind the fighting units volleys of arrows were being constantly fired into the dust clouds which continued to grow, where the landed no one was sure but everyone knew how important it was to slow down the legion with whatever means they could. Dominicus watched as one mage called down endless showers of fire apon the undead ranks, she looked particularly powerful and her robes shone out against the tattered armour of those around her. The legion saw her too and they pushed everything they had at the already exhasusted defenders infront of her, cutting a path through before hacking her down in a fury of blades. It was just one more life in the hundreds of thousands cut down, but the image stuck with him and in later years would become a symbol of the fragility of life.
As they watched the battle rage closer and closer to them Dominicus and Elias prepaired to enter the battle and quite likely join the ranks of those already cut down. They would lay down their bodies to give afew seconds more, to give a flicker of hope for the world. As they stood prepaired to fight and die the ranks crashed back and they were suddenly pressed so tight that breating became difficuly, some great beast of the scourge had bushed back the front crushing those in its path and squashing those behind in a mass of men. The dead stood held up by the alive and for a time they became one body of tightly packed flesh. As the pressure lifted with the rear alliance ranks pulling back to relive the crush Dominicus could once again move. He looked around and saw that Elias had vanished from his sight, even when surrounded by thousands he suddenly felt alone. Never in his life had fear ever griped him so tightly. He did not have time to think of his fear as the legion surged forward again and he found himself in the front, swinging like mad, fighting for his very life. The legion was ceaseless, time and again more and more demons and undead surged forward and very quickly Dominic's strength was sapped by the constant struggle. Just as it seemed it was over, that this was his end and he could fight on no more a hand griped his shoulder and pulled him back from the murderous blades slashing at all infront of them. He looked up to see Elias stride over him towards the enemy, stabing and slashing like a man crazed. He fought without guile of tactic, simply with all the brute force he could still weild at his age cutting a path through the dark masses with disregard for the world around him. As he pushed further and further forward he soon became forward of the alliance lines and completely surrounded but tightly packed demons all sliceing at stabing at his armoured figure. Dominic stood up and watched in horror as Elias was hacked down little by little still swining away till the end, then he fell never again to rise. Dominic looked on in and the world around him suddenly seemed so far away. Elias had been the only force of stability, the only rock of consistency and his death shook Dominic to his core. As the battle raged all around him Dominic simpled stared into space, his mind numbed by fear and distress. All around him great demons cut arcs through helpless defenders and it appeared that it was the end, there could be no hope for Azeroth now as the demons hacked through the collapseing of the alliance lines. In any other battle this was the point where the defenders would break and flee the field, but no man there was stupid enough to run when there was nowhere to run too. The legion had the summit surrounded and pushed with even greater zeal at the cusp of victory. This was the end and they all knew it. Dominic was carried back by the currents sweeping through the lines as the alliance became more and more crushed back to final stand at the summit. It was then when all hope was lost that Dominic looked up to see the sun cresting over the horizon, as it had on the coast of Lordaeron all those months ago. It was a sigh, a message of hope for the world. Just as Dominic one again pulled himself forward the earth shook, shook as it hadnt shaken since the great sundering. The lines collapsed as the warriors were knocked of their feet by the great tremour of the earth and then the world seemed to erupt into a green fury. Dominicus looked to the great tree and watched in awe as all the might of nature was unleashed onto the demonic legion. The might of the tree focused on the legions dark leader Archimonde and Dominic watched as he was ripped apart by the primal fury of nature. The demons saw it too and looked on as their ranks were ripped apart by the great trees unleashed energy. Those last few defenders on the hill saw the fear in the demons as their powers were lost when Archimonde, their link to the well of eternity, was destroyed. This was their chance and they knew it, the defenders surged forward in an unstopable wave of righteous fury. Dominicus charged forward too, cutting down the crumbleing ranks of fleeing demons as the sun rose high and pround in the sky and the light spread over the darkened land. The battle had been won in the eleventh hour, but at a cost so terrible that no one who fought at Hyjal would ever live unscared again.
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Post by Elanór on Mar 20, 2006 3:54:05 GMT -5
Fantastic. Got chills down my spine.
Please post the link to the blizzard realm, i would like to read their reaction on this.
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Post by Dominicus on Apr 6, 2006 17:02:27 GMT -5
Im getting lazy, havnt added to this in awhile. Shall have to do so soon.
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