Post by IJ on Jul 5, 2009 22:44:53 GMT -5
(IJ likes to remain safe SO....) Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, races, events, classes, etc. This story's location and the afore mentioned items are property of Blizzard Entertainment.
The Last of the Sunwings
Chapter 2; The Last of the Sunwings[/i][/size]
Chapter 2; Last of the Sunwings.
The Dead Scar… it was the only part of Quel’Thalas that Alin hated, it was the path Arthas took towards the Sunwell. Everything there was dead, hence its name. Even the ground itself seemed to be dying; its black color and the constant presence of undead were a huge eyesore in their forests. To make things worse several studies had been done to see if they could reverse the effects of this black soil which the elves gave the name “blight”, unfortunately nothing seemed to work.
“Farstriders ready your arrows… Aim at their heads… now…FIRE!”
Burning arrows flew from the bows of eight farstriders, and their captain who was yelling out orders. She was extremely audible, he heard her from the entrance to Silvermoon which was a decent 500 meters from the dead scar.
“Who is that Alin?”
“I’m not sure, more than likely its one of the higher ranking members of the Farstriders.”
From the assertion he heard in her commands he could tell that she would probably be one of the most serious people that he would ever meet. Joking around wouldn’t be the smartest idea… it wasn’t his own being that he feared for, but his brothers… he never seemed to understand that you need to act more mature around certain people and that acting like a 10 year old was never a good idea. As they approached the scar the captain spotted them instantly.
“You two! Are you the blood knights that Liadrin promised me?”
“Yes, I am Al-“
“I care not about your names, if you survive long enough I may bother remembering them.”
“Hey Lady you can’t talk to Alin that way!”
At that moment, Alin felt a growing anger inside of him.
“Danirdaloran Sunwing, what do you think you’re doing? You haven’t even met this woman let alone learned her name, now we’re getting to our mission and if you EVER act like that again, I’ll never welcome you as my brother after that.”
Alin took his newly forged claymore off his back and walked down the scar as Danir walked along the edge of it. There were animated skeletons, ghouls as well as tormented spirits everywhere and he had been charged with cleansing the corrupted land of these beings. He swung his claymore and one after another they fell. Its cut was better than when he had used it to practice; the blade was now extremely sharp, it reflected the sun perfectly as only the best Sin’dorei blades did. He looked to his left to see Danir struggling with several undead, though he was struggling he mearly needed to hit harder. Without even going to the aid of his brother Alin returned to felling undead, when a few moments later the ground began to rumble.
A large corpse pulled itself from the ground, it was slightly rotted, but most of its flesh and muscle were intact, it had a sinister look in its eyes. Alin looked at Danir only to see the giant pick up Danir and toss him back at the ground. It turned to look at him, as its large mouth opened he heard it say he’s mine now, grabbed Danir’s corpse and vanished below ground. Then everything vanished and he appeared by his brothers Arcaloran and Holarian. He asked them where Shadothorian was, Holarian sighed and then his figure changed into that of a troll.
The Last of the Sunwings
Chapter 2; The Last of the Sunwings[/i][/size]
Chapter 2; Last of the Sunwings.
The Dead Scar… it was the only part of Quel’Thalas that Alin hated, it was the path Arthas took towards the Sunwell. Everything there was dead, hence its name. Even the ground itself seemed to be dying; its black color and the constant presence of undead were a huge eyesore in their forests. To make things worse several studies had been done to see if they could reverse the effects of this black soil which the elves gave the name “blight”, unfortunately nothing seemed to work.
“Farstriders ready your arrows… Aim at their heads… now…FIRE!”
Burning arrows flew from the bows of eight farstriders, and their captain who was yelling out orders. She was extremely audible, he heard her from the entrance to Silvermoon which was a decent 500 meters from the dead scar.
“Who is that Alin?”
“I’m not sure, more than likely its one of the higher ranking members of the Farstriders.”
From the assertion he heard in her commands he could tell that she would probably be one of the most serious people that he would ever meet. Joking around wouldn’t be the smartest idea… it wasn’t his own being that he feared for, but his brothers… he never seemed to understand that you need to act more mature around certain people and that acting like a 10 year old was never a good idea. As they approached the scar the captain spotted them instantly.
“You two! Are you the blood knights that Liadrin promised me?”
“Yes, I am Al-“
“I care not about your names, if you survive long enough I may bother remembering them.”
“Hey Lady you can’t talk to Alin that way!”
At that moment, Alin felt a growing anger inside of him.
“Danirdaloran Sunwing, what do you think you’re doing? You haven’t even met this woman let alone learned her name, now we’re getting to our mission and if you EVER act like that again, I’ll never welcome you as my brother after that.”
Alin took his newly forged claymore off his back and walked down the scar as Danir walked along the edge of it. There were animated skeletons, ghouls as well as tormented spirits everywhere and he had been charged with cleansing the corrupted land of these beings. He swung his claymore and one after another they fell. Its cut was better than when he had used it to practice; the blade was now extremely sharp, it reflected the sun perfectly as only the best Sin’dorei blades did. He looked to his left to see Danir struggling with several undead, though he was struggling he mearly needed to hit harder. Without even going to the aid of his brother Alin returned to felling undead, when a few moments later the ground began to rumble.
A large corpse pulled itself from the ground, it was slightly rotted, but most of its flesh and muscle were intact, it had a sinister look in its eyes. Alin looked at Danir only to see the giant pick up Danir and toss him back at the ground. It turned to look at him, as its large mouth opened he heard it say he’s mine now, grabbed Danir’s corpse and vanished below ground. Then everything vanished and he appeared by his brothers Arcaloran and Holarian. He asked them where Shadothorian was, Holarian sighed and then his figure changed into that of a troll.