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#27 Jun 17 2009 at 11:04 PM Rating: Good
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Very interesting story, isyris. I'd love to hear more about Hellen's adventures with the Scarlet Crusade.
#28 Jun 17 2009 at 11:36 PM Rating: Excellent
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The One and Only Poldaran wrote:
Very interesting story, isyris. I'd love to hear more about Hellen's adventures with the Scarlet Crusade.


Yeah, she's...special. xD

Sorry, I kinda enjoy subjecting everyone I talk to to an explanation of exactly how nuts she is.

Anyway.

Story numbar two, this quest!

Brushing green-blue bangs out of her eyes, the night elf sat back on her heels and admired her work. The large knapsack she usually carried was now lumpy and full to bursting, stuffed with everything soft she could find. She'd even used her spare clothes as cushioning for the five precious gryphon eggs: nothing was going to stop her from getting them back to Aerie Peak safe and sound.

With a grunt, she hefted the awkward load onto her back, checking her weapons as she did so and making sure that her pack didn't get in the way. There were still a few trolls left nearby, and she didn't want to be caught unarmed. Silently signaling the ghostlike cat beside her to move ahead and scout the way, she began the descent back down the temple.

The journey back to Aerie Peak was relatively uneventful, thanks to her saber's keen senses alerting her whenever danger passed nearby, and Izsera was soon climbing the ramp up the the gryphon roosts, eager to deliver the eggs to safety.

"Izsera! Wait!"

Recognizing the voice, she stifled a groan. There was no use trying to avoid him, though. Turning, she settled the pack carefully on the ground, and waited as the stout Draenei ambassador puffed up the ramp. He had to stop to catch his breath, and stood panting for a few moments before he could speak.

"So, did you find him? Where is he?"

She took a little more pleasure than she should have in describing the Wildhammer dwarf's demise in great and gruesome detail, and in watching the annoying man's naturally pale skin go even lighter. She wasn't happy about Featherbeard's death, far from it, but anything she could do to cause discomfort to this pompous ***...

Rualeth's face tentacles waved nervously, looking as if they wanted to latch on to something (maybe, she thought, they would eventually strangle him) and he let out a low moan. "But...but my audience will be delayed indefinitely!"

Of course, she thought, grimacing. He doesn't even care that the dwarf's dead, except that it makes his job a little harder.

Now the Draenei's eyes caught on her pack and he reached eagerly for it. "What's in there? Are those the--"

She scooped up the lump bundle before he could get to it. "Yes, these are the eggs that Featherbeard found, that I rescued, which," She glared at him, silver eyes narrow "I am now taking to deliver to the proper authorities."

"But--"

Before he could say any more, she had taken off up the ramp.
#29 Jun 18 2009 at 7:27 AM Rating: Excellent
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Lady isyris wrote:
Story numbar two, this quest!

Sigh. I was pretty tired last night, so I kind of doze-read your first story. You know, where your eyes pass over every word, but only some of them sink in and the rest just drive by like cars on the freeway? I'll have to go back now and re-read it.

However, before I do, I just wanted to say that "story numbar two" is Most Excellent!! You have the knack.



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#30 Jun 18 2009 at 8:42 AM Rating: Excellent
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The sun was setting in Westfall, glorious shades of orange and crimson painting the western half of the sky. 11-year-old Velox had just finished his drills for the day when his father came out of the house, smiling his approval of the young man's swordmanship. He was strong and smart, and he would one day become a better duelist than even Magnus himself had been. They began the evening's final tasks of rounding up the herd, storing grain, and getting the farm locked down for the evening.

A soft rustle whispered on the wind, and both Velox and Magnus turned towards it. Far and wide, only farmland could be seen. Magnus drew the blade that was always by his side. He raised an eyebrow, and suddenly spun to strike the air.

The blade parried with another, and from the ether a man appeared before him. Clad in blackened leather and wearing a red bandana, the man backed away and a look of amusement appeared in his eyes.

Magnus frowned. "Edwin," he breathed.

The man offered a slight bow. "Magnus. Good to see you after so many years. Your farm is looking a little worse for the wear. No doubt thanks to the heavy hands of Stormwind stealing all that you have."

Velox looked from his father to the stranger. His father seemed to know this man, but Velox had never seen him before.

"Come to the point, Edwin," Magnus demanded. "Or leave me in peace."

"Very well," the stranger said. "I'm working on a little something for Stormwind. Payback. For all that they have taken from us. From you, and every man who lost his wife when Stormwind turned their backs on us and our families."

Magnus frowned.

The man continued. "We could use you. You're still the best I've seen with a blade. I know you have a nice little cache of weapons here. Join us, and we can show Stormwind not to turn its back on its people."

"I don't know what you're up to, Edwin," said Magnus. "But I'm no traitor. My loyalties are still to Stormwind. You can do whatever you want, but I'll have no part of it."

The man frowned. "You're making a mistake, Magnus," he said. His eyes were a mix of sadness and anger.

"There can be no mistake when I hold fast to my beliefs," Magnus said defiantly. "Please, leave in peace. I will not turn my back on Stormwind."

"No," said the man sadly. "I didn't think you would."

Velox found himself thrown to the ground, and suddenly the world was full of blazing metal. When his vision cleared, he saw his father battling no less than 10 men, all armed with daggers and wearing the same black armor as the intruder. Thorium struck mithril, and his father fought with grim determination. Already half the intruders lay bleeding on the ground, but his father was starting to show his 60 years. Three of the men slashed at his midsection, and his father parried, whirled, and struck two with a single swing - leaving his chest exposed just a fraction of a second.

Velox shouted a warning to his father, but it was too late. Suddenly his father froze, a startled cry escaping his lips as his sword dropped. Only then did Velox notice the large pearl-handled dagger buried in his father's chest. The leader of the men walked over to him and pulled the dagger he had thrown from Magnus's chest. Magnus dropped to his knees, looked at his son once more, and fell to the ground.

Velox leapt in a fury towards his father's assassin, but he was not match for him. The stranger struck him with the blunt end of his dagger, and Velox fell. Even as darkness began to claim him, he heard the murderer's voice clearly.

"I'm sorry kid, but this is business. Maybe someday you will understand."

Velox struggled to remember the man's voice. It burned into his mind, merging with the cry of his dying father into the sound of rage. Of death. Of vengeance. And then the world went black.

(20 years later)

Gryan Stoutmantle eyed the curious man with unease. He was strong, lean, and had scars on his arms and face, built like the seasoned fighters who returned to Stormwind from battles in Icecrown. Yet he was dressed in common leather gear and carried a crude sword and a dull mace. Despite his modest gear and quiet demeanor, the man had successfully traced the Defias hideout to a barn in Moonbrook. Stoutmantle was wary of assigning such a lowly adventurer his final task, but there was no one else to perform it.

"There is but one task left for you to complete," Stoutmantle told the stranger. "Edwin VanCleef must be assassinated. While it saddens me to condemn any man to a death sentence, it is for the greater good of the people of Westfall that VanCleef is laid to rest once and for all. Bring me the villain's head once the deed is done."

The stranger bowed slightly and ran off to complete the task. Stoutmantle wasn't sure if he'd ever see him again.

At the entrance to the Defias hideout, Velox discarded the lowly vestments he had procured throughout Westfall and donned the armor he had crafted from Northrend's titanium and saronite mines. His Titanium Destroyer glistened in the afternoon sun. After 20 years of training, fighting, and learning how to kill with honor, he was ready to avenge the death of his father. It would not be enough to gather a group and hunt the man. This he would do alone, with brutal malice, terrorizing Van Cleef's men before butchering the assassin himself.

...

"Lapdogs, all of you," barked Edwin VanCleef, fear eating into his soul.

The rogues appeared from thin air, and had a brief look at the imposing interloper before a whirlwind of steel slashed through all of them at once.

VanCleef stood in terror before the man in the dark armor. "Our cause is righteous! Can't you see that? Stormwind MUST pay for its treachery!"

The strange man said nothing, but removed his helm revealing a face from VanCleef's past. At that moment, VanCleef understood. And he knew that regardless of the cause, of the fortune he was prepared to offer the man, that his death was imminent.

"I knew this day would come," VanCleef said with a strange smile. "I should have killed you when I killed your father."

"You did," Velox said. "I ceased to be that boy that day. Now I am a machination of death. Of vengeance."

VanCleef's face twisted into an odd look of approval. He started to say something until a blade ran clean through his liver. Half a second later there was a jolt, and he was now looking sideways at his body. The last thing he saw was a blood-tinged blur of shining titanium, and then the world went dark.

...

Stoutmantle did not recognize the man who rode up to him. The man's undead mount made Stoutmantle reach for his weapon until he noticed the Alliance colors on the man's well-made armor. The man tossed him a blood-soaked bag.

"Here's your head," the man growled. "The Defias here are finished."

Suddenly it made sense to Stoutmantle. He reached for the shining mail armor and some coins to hand the man for his reward, but when he turned back to the stranger he was already halfway to the gryphon master.

Velox had all the reward he needed. At last his father could rest in peace.


Edited, Jun 18th 2009 6:04pm by FuriousJorge
#31 Jun 18 2009 at 8:53 AM Rating: Excellent
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FuriousJorge wrote:
The Story of Velox and Van Cleef


Lowbie ganker!

(Kidding, very cool story!)
#32 Jun 18 2009 at 9:51 AM Rating: Excellent
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Lowbie ganker!


LOL. Admit it, you've gone back and wiped the walls with him at some point too ;)

In all fairness, the dude built a cannon-loaded ironclad, amassed an army of goblins, pirates, and one very angry Tauren, and did it all right under the nose of Stormwind. I always felt he deserved better than master of a lowbie instance.

Thanks for the compliment, too :)
#33 Jun 18 2009 at 10:59 AM Rating: Excellent
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FuriousJorge wrote:
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Edwin VanCleef has six fingers! Smiley: nod

Awesome story!
#34 Jun 18 2009 at 11:42 AM Rating: Excellent
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To look at him one might think that he was ancient and wicked, a forsaken thing akin to the evil Liches that had terrorized the world from the dark places of old. None of these things however told the real story of Unsho. He had been good once, a hero by most men’s standards. He had done much to stop the Scourges advances on Lordaeron before he too fell to the sway of undeath.

Now he was something…different. His magic had grown stronger, colder. He was one with absolute zero. Ice flowed not just in his withered veins but through the very fabric of his being. He was ice. He was death, by reduction, by shattering piercing frost, and unstoppable cold.

He was not sure why his thoughts fleeted past such things this day as he stood before the Demon General Makrazdon in Shadowmoon Valley. It was a great beast of a thing. A reptilian bodied mountain of corrupt twisted flesh inhabited by a cruel taskmaster from the nether. It wielded a great halberd made of fel metal and enchanted with demonic energy. A halberd Unsho desired to wrest from its dead hands…

Unsho did not have friends in the traditional sense. Others of the Horde found him unapproachable, and a bit unnerving, but those few who he could call associates had told him he was insane to try to defeat such a formidable demon on his own. He had heard such things before. A dry rasping sound escaped his parched lips, he was laughing again.

Uttering in a secret language he began to pull frost from the air around him and it coalesced into an elemental of pure water. Sending the elemental forward he channeled cold from the essence of existence and shot it from his hands in a devastating bolt hitting the demon right in the center of its broad chest.

The demon was hardly phased despite being chilled to a level that would stop a normal being in its tracks it roared defiance and began charging Unsho.
Unsho had to move fast, the demon was closing the distance on him and if it got close it could cut Unsho in two with a single stroke of its massive halberd. While running Unsho made a gesture in the air before him and the fabric of reality was torn asunder like a curtain. Stepping through the hole in space Unsho appeared to blink forward many yards.

He turned and shot lances of ice from his fingers. His elemental was dead, demonic fire was raining down around him and burning his flesh through his shield of icy air. Makrazdon was upon him. With a shocking wrench a snap of cold shot through his body and he used it to summon another elemental. The halberd was descending towards him on an arc towards his head.
In desperation he unleashed every ounce of frost he contained at once and a massive block of ice encased him. Inside he found the ice soothing. He had a moment to collect himself. He was one.

Outside the demons halberd crashed into the Ice Block unable to break through. Howling with rage the demon turned back to the newly spawned elemental who was pelting him with frost bolts of its own.
Taking advantage of the distraction Unsho dispelled the ice block and once again blinked away to gain distance.

The demon was hurting badly now. It’s body was riddled with broken chunks of ice that melted away to be followed by streams of gushing green blood. The demon had destroyed the second elemental and was making one last attempt to reach Unsho but he had other plans for it. With a final bolt of frost Unsho stuck the beast directly in the face, a critical hit that caused an icy shard to enter the eye of the monster and pierce its brain. It fell with a great unceremonious thud before him.

Smoke rolled in foul smelling wisps from Unsho’s burned clothing. Chunks of his undead flesh were missing but it was always hard to tell how much of that was new or old. He reached down and picked up the halberd with both hands holding it above his head. He was laughing again.


Nice idea Pold. :) Enjoying the stories so far. While this was not my all time favorite quest of which there are to many mention. Soloing elites has always ranked high on my list of favorite things. :)







Edited, Jun 18th 2009 6:50pm by Shojindo
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#35 Jun 18 2009 at 1:17 PM Rating: Excellent
Ok, at some point this weekend, I am gonna create a special category in our wiki for you folks and add all your stories to it and link to this thread. This is awesome.


edit - ok, I actually created the category now. I really dig this idea from you Poldy. You can see it here and stories will be added with you all's permission this weekish. http://wow.allakhazam.com/wiki/Category:Player_Written_Lore_(WoW)

Edited, Jun 18th 2009 2:23pm by Wordaen
#36 Jun 18 2009 at 1:26 PM Rating: Excellent
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Wordaen, Keeper of the Banstick wrote:
Ok, at some point this weekend, I am gonna create a special category in our wiki for you folks and add all your stories to it and link to this thread. This is awesome.


edit - ok, I actually created the category now. I really dig this idea from you Poldy. You can see it here and stories will be added with you all's permission this weekish. http://wow.allakhazam.com/wiki/Category:Player_Written_Lore_(WoW)

Edited, Jun 18th 2009 2:23pm by Wordaen


Smiley: yippee

My permissionz: you can haz dem.
#37 Jun 18 2009 at 1:29 PM Rating: Excellent
Poldy, like this? http://wow.allakhazam.com/wiki/Call_to_Arms_by_Poldaran_(WoW)
#38 Jun 18 2009 at 1:31 PM Rating: Excellent
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When Maka came to he was in Ironforge. He had no idea how he got here. 'No matter," he thought, 'I'll figure out that black out later.' Looking around Maka saw one of his guild mates. A fearsome DK who wanted help in hunting down and killing Kel'Thezud. As Maka mulled it over he had the haunting thought that he did this last week and that the beast hadn't died or maybe it was another dream.

Confused and still shaking off the stupor in which he awoke Maka agreed. After a short time Maka and Gon had assembled a worthy party to slay the foul necromancer. Luckily several of the party where near the lair of the beast and a had a warlock slave they used to summon the party from the far reaches of the world.

Heading into the depths of Naxxaramus the adventures fought many patchwork creations. In a small circular room after slaying a giant dog monster and his zombie chew toys an undead shade a rose amidst the chaos of battling some giant men and made for a priest standing in the back. Maka quickly thinking taunted it with a fearsome roar. After killing all the assorted beasts Maka noticed a shine on the shade's remains. 'At last I have found you,' he shouted to the others. Curious they asked what it was hoping to a man it was something for them. It wasn't. It was a simple curio one of the scourge had dropped. Maka had an arraignment with a man back in Dalaran and could combine the curio with a few cheap gems for great profit.

It was a good day for Maka.
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#39 Jun 18 2009 at 1:41 PM Rating: Excellent
ShadorVIII wrote:
Desolace inspired me.

Desolace Part 1

Desolace Part 2

(Note that part 2 has not been fully spellchecked, etc. yet. Also, I did take some, let's say, poetic license with some stuff.)]


Shador, you're is added too, the first one with a link to your site for correct citing. :)
#40 Jun 18 2009 at 2:02 PM Rating: Good
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I agree with Word, Pold. This really is an excellent idea.

Owait. I'm supposed to be writing my story.

I'll just get back to that now.
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#41 Jun 18 2009 at 2:41 PM Rating: Good
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FuriousJorge wrote:
Velox kills VC

Some good stuff in this thread. FJ, I read yours earlier and came back to see if there were any additions to the thread. And I found myself reading yours again. So good.

Wordaen, Keeper of the Banstick wrote:
I am gonna create a special category in our wiki for you folks and add all your stories to it and link to this thread. . . .

edit - ok, I actually created the category now.

This is a really nice idea Word. And kudos to Poldaran. And to everyone who wrote a story, thank you!


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#42 Jun 18 2009 at 2:59 PM Rating: Excellent
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Great idea, Wordaen. I'd be honored if you included mine in the Alla vault.

Thanks for the positive comments, and to Poldaran for suggesting a truly fun topic.

Also, finally got free from work to read the other tales. They're all great - lots of talented people here.

Isyris, your part 2 had me chuckling - I've also always wondered at the good Ambassador's lack of sympathy for poor Featherbeard's demise.

Cheers,
Jorge

Edited, Jun 18th 2009 6:24pm by FuriousJorge
#43 Jun 18 2009 at 3:24 PM Rating: Good
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Urk - duplicate post.

Edited, Jun 18th 2009 6:25pm by FuriousJorge
#44 Jun 18 2009 at 3:43 PM Rating: Good
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Totally have my permission if you want to post it. It's fun to read everyone else's stories; mine kinda suck, haha!
#45 Jun 18 2009 at 4:36 PM Rating: Good
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Wordaen, Keeper of the Banstick wrote:
Poldy, like this? http://wow.allakhazam.com/wiki/Call_to_Arms_by_Poldaran_(WoW)


Nice. I like the idea of adding these to the Wiki for easy posting/viewing.
#46 Jun 18 2009 at 4:43 PM Rating: Excellent
ShadorVIII wrote:
Desolace inspired me.

Desolace Part 1

Desolace Part 2


Both added as part 4 and part 5 :)

edit - I should have EVERYONE'S in there now. Feel free to take a look. The category is right on the main page of our wiki.

Edited, Jun 18th 2009 6:17pm by Wordaen
#47 Jun 18 2009 at 5:11 PM Rating: Good
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Thanks Word! I have a really long FFXI one as well if anyone is really bored at work tommorow and used to play that game. (It's posted under my old FFXI handle that got nuked of 5k posts by the wrathful Kao but that is a tale for another time.) ;)

http://www.allakhazam.com/forum.html?forum=41;mid=1138326131179011274;num=51;page=1

I just might be inspired to write a more epic WoW story now at some point.

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#48 Jun 18 2009 at 5:26 PM Rating: Excellent
Oh btw, I have also linked the wiki of all you folks' hard work to StumbleUpon, Twitter, FaceBook and our MySpace pages.
#49 Jun 18 2009 at 6:06 PM Rating: Good
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Wordaen, Keeper of the Banstick wrote:
Oh btw, I have also linked the wiki of all you folks' hard work to StumbleUpon, Twitter, FaceBook and our MySpace pages.


By feeding SkynetTwitter, you're only helping it enslave the human race.


#50 Jun 18 2009 at 6:22 PM Rating: Good
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Wordaen, Keeper of the Banstick wrote:
ShadorVIII wrote:
Desolace inspired me.

Desolace Part 1

Desolace Part 2


Both added as part 4 and part 5 :)

edit - I should have EVERYONE'S in there now. Feel free to take a look. The category is right on the main page of our wiki.

Edited, Jun 18th 2009 6:17pm by Wordaen


*Sniffle*

I'm not part of everyone, apparently! :-(
#51 Jun 18 2009 at 6:29 PM Rating: Excellent
That's only cause I scrolled past it.

edit - Ah hah, there it is! http://wow.allakhazam.com/wiki/Outland_-_It_Sucks!_-_by_LockeColeMA_(WoW)

Edited, Jun 18th 2009 7:33pm by Wordaen
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