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Whispers of the Woods. Part 1.
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Patty
((This is my first attempt at a story, so critisise as you wish - Just within reason hehe. I would say this takes place Pre-Cataclysm, but during WotLK. I don't have plans to make it regular, but I had a bit of spare time tonight. Hope you enjoy. ))
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There was a loud knock on the door. “Shala?” Asked a Male, smooth voice.
The Night Elf inside sighed. “Come in, Kyrael. You know all you have to do is walk in.” She had just awoken, and the candles had gone out. She was lying on a bed in a dark room, with only the moonlight shining through a narrow window above her.
“Seems pretty dark in here. We could use some light in here…” Remarked a tall, slender Night Elf. He had a chain mail vest on, underneath a shining, silver breastplate. His breeches were leather, and over his back was a long spear, and at his sides were two short swords.
“What can I do for you, this time?” Asked the female Night Elf. She had silver hair, and silver eyes. Her face had a thin, white tattoo on it. She always felt relaxed around Kyrael, as if she was safe. After all, he had saved her once before, and they quickly became close friends.
“Well, the Silverwings are reporting Warsong activity near here. They asked me and Naia to scout, and I was wondering if you would join us? We may need… back up.” He replied, smiling softly.
Shala’s blood boiled when she heard the word ‘Warsong’. Her response was almost instantaneous “Of course, old friend.”
“Very well, I will need some time to prepare though. Meet us outside the village in around thirty minutes.” Nodded Kyrael.
“Okay. I will see you then” Said the Kal’dorei, as the door was softly shut.
Shala grabbed her belongings. She put on her leather jerkin, before wearing some loosely fitting cloth trousers. After equipping her feathered shoulder pads, she picked up her staff. It was made from ash, and had a small crystal within the centre. It was a gift, from the Cenarion circle after she joined the organisation as one of the first women after the Third War.
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In Orgrimmar, an Old Orc with a raised hood walked slowly and his back was arched, leaning on his gnarled staff. He was followed by a much younger, slender Orc with dark hair. The elder Orc almost lost his balance, but had been supported by his Son.
“Father, are you alright?” Asked the more youthful Orc.
“Yes, Tal’ruk. I am alright, it is just that I have seen far too many winters, and I am no spring chicken!” Exclaimed the Orc, his hands shaking.
“Father, you don’t look a day past 35!” Exclaimed Tal’ruk, trying to raise his father’s spirits.
“Haha, Son. Age is creeping up on me.” He sighed, remembering his youth.
They continued walking through the hustle and bustle of the Valley of Strength, and continued through the drag until reaching a small building which was built into the canyon. The two Orcs were greeted by a Troll in a strange mask and a robe.
“Tajil, How have you been?” Asked the Elder Orc, hugging the Troll in a friendly manner and patting him on the back, moaning as he stretched his back.
“Hey, ‘dere, ‘mon! I’ve not been bad ma’self, what abot you, Drakthog?” Asked Tajil, chuckling lightly.
“Well, age has not been kind to me.” Remarked Drakthog.
“So…what are we here for?” Asked Tal’ruk.
“Patience, Son!” Exclaimed the Elder. Tal’ruk nodded. “Sorry, I should have waited.” He muttered.
“No problem. Al’dough, it is sum’ting pretty big, ‘mon. ‘Da Warsong be pushing further into da’ forest for Lumber by Garrosh‘s Orders! Soon enough, ‘da Night Elves are goin’ to respond. It won‘t be pretty.” Said the troll, almost whispering. He removed his mask. His hair was bright red. His tusks curled up towards his long nose, and he sat with a hunched back.
“We can’t risk war! What do we do?” Asked Tal’ruk.
“The elements are crying for healing, son. The Warsong chop down the trees for lumber, leaving barren wastelands where there was once thriving wildlife. We are going to Ashenvale.” Said the elder Shaman. “As Shamans, it is our duty to heal the Spirits.”
“Well…you are. I be havin’ work to get on wit, ‘mon, and I‘m no Shaman. But good luck, da Warsong don’t take kindly to peacemakers. Hopefully, I‘ll see ya‘ around.” Warned the Troll, walking out.
“Are all Trolls like that? All ‘dat and ‘mon?” Asked the younger Orc naïvely.
“Yes… Come on, we have a wyvern to catch, my boy!” Exclaimed Drakthog, patting his son‘s back.
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Shala strolled to the village gate Shaile’dras. She saw the silhouette of Kyrael, in full mail armour.
“You look a little overdressed for a simple scouting mission.” Chuckled Shala.
“We don’t know what’s out there. If you had half the brains your mother was blessed by Elune with you would understand that.” Hissed a thin female Night elf, in Sentinel garb, who had just jumped from a nearby tree. She had short, dark hair and narrow eyes.
“Ah, Naia, a pleasure as always.” Remarked Shala, sarcastically.
“Oh, it’s like that - Is it? Well, you’re nothing but a -”
“Enough!” Yelled Kyrael. “If you two can’t stop your bickering we may as well cancel the mission.” He warned.
“I’ll be good, I promise.” Smirked Naia. Shala scowled, and an air of silence surrounded the three Elves.
“Let’s get a move on then!” Exclaimed Kyrael.
The three walked south, through the forests, before stopping for rest. They started a basic campfire, and stayed close. Shala thought she saw something moving through the bushes.
“D - D - D - Did you see that?” She asked, frightened.
“See what?” Asked Naia smugly. At that moment, a large panther leaped straight onto Naia from behind, dragging her to the floor. Half of the forest must have heard her muffled screams.
Post by
Adamsm
Interesting, good start.
(heh code was die1w)
Post by
Patty
First, great shouldnt your character have golden eyes? and lol at the ending
Not all druids have Golden Eyes. I didn't really want her to have them hehe.
As for the ending...let's just say it's not as bad as it seems. ;)
And cheers Adam.
Post by
Adamsm
Yes, but amber eyes are only suppose to be for the "speical" ones, aka Aszhara, Illidan and the like, Malfurion had silver eyes, Fandrel has silver eyes, Broll(i know you dislike him patty) has non-amber eyes.
Post by
Patty
all druids that are playable do
Actually, in game, all male elves have golden eyes and all females have silver eyes. :)
Post by
Patty
Mal developed Amber Eyes AND Antlers but like the Druids you play have Amber Eyes but w.e your storNot female druids. ;)
edit: to quote wowwiki:Though amber eyes are a sign that the individual has a natural ability for druidic magic, it does not mean that all amber-eyed night elves become druids, or that silver-eyed night elves are unable
Post by
HiVolt
Nice intro to the story. Gotta love those cliffhanger endings too. :D
Post by
Patty
Well, I didn't want the ending to be too climactic - You know what I mean. :S
Post by
166613
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Patty
I'll fix the random caps issue - just noticed it. ;)
Don't worry - it was constructive. Thanks.
Edit: Should be mainly fix'd now.
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