Foshizzle
TMF Poster
- Joined
- Dec 13, 2005
- Messages
- 92
- Points
- 0
The Birth of the "Dreadscar".
This was a Warcraft story I wrote about three years ago for one of my toons.
_________________________________________________________________________________
'Move out!' Yelled Thrall, The last resistance against the Burning Legion move to their places at the base of Mount Hyjal. The Night elves at the top, Thrall's forces to the middle and the Survivors of Lordaeron at the base. This was a day that would be remembered through out all of Azerothian History. Each army waited, terrified but not backing down, waiting for the battle of all battles, the war to end all wars to begin.
Thor'gog Blackfang watch the humans from the orc encampment with his spy glass, 'They won't last long, look at their forces, scattered about, no real defensive nature to their lines,' Thor'gog stood at 7'1', taller then most orcs, his body pure muscle as the orcs were know for. His jet black hair hung back behind him in a ponytail, his beard, which was untamed, hung loosely off his chin. His skin was a dark green almost brown. Eyes, which once glowed bright red like most of the Horde were now blood red with out the glow and full of rage, ready for the battle to come. Scars marking his body all over from wars long past, battles both won and lost. A strange feature upon him, some believe was caused by the drinking of the blood in Ashenvale, was the fact his teeth and fangs were jet black, though little did they know this was actually a family trait.
'Let us hope they last long enough, Thor'gog. We can not hope to hold them long enough with out the Alliances' help,' Thrall came to the orc from his tent. Thrall stood at 6'5' His long black hair hanging at shoulder length, few scars on the bright green orc's skin, his eyes a rare sky blue. The armor he wore was jet black, the famous armor of Doomhammer, along with Doomhammer's large black stone hammer which singed from the spirits when Thrall used it in battle and was reforged with the symbol of the Frostwolves upon it, the orc Clan that Thrall was Chieftain of.
'They better, I would hate to have to clean up their slack, which is already to be expected from the pink skins,' to this Thrall simply sighed, shaking his head in dissappointment but he understand his races' hatred from the Alliance. Then it was heard, the demonic voice of Archimond.
'Foolish mortals you will not stand long against the might of the Burning Legion! You will all meet your death for your foolish resistance and defiance! You think your pathetic forces can stop the might of the Legion? HAH! Death has come to claim all your lives and with them, this world will burn to ash!' the voice rang the entire mount then all became silent, almost like the silence before the storm, before the sound of what seemed like a thousand drums starting playing, the ground shaking with the stampede of the Legion's charge, like an earthquake threatening to consume the mountain side, which the Legion forces planned to do.
Thor'gog again pulled out his spy glass watching the battle from where he stood. Demons of all sorts rushing towards Jaina Proudmoore and her Alliance forces. The felhounds which were nothing but large red demon hounds with tentacles on their backs, were known for draining the magical energies from spell casters, they and the Felgaurds were at the front. The Felgaurds were usually blue demons standing tall at 8 feet tall. usually wearing jet black armor with large two handed swords and axes. They rushed in, mixed with the undead of the Scourge. The battle commenced.
For forty minutes Thor'gog watched as slowly the Legion and Scourge tore apart the Alliance, Jaina escaping by teleporting away 'Coward, just like a human to run instead of die in battle.' Another ten mins past before the Legion started rushing to the Horde encampment.
'Lok'tar Ogar! Show them the might of the Horde, my brothers! We will not back down! For the Horde!' Thrall's warcry rang through the mountain as the Horde, Orcs and Tauren and Trolls, charged forward, throwing axes and spears, shamans throwing what the spirits granted them, which was usually balls of lightning. In response to Thrall's battle cry, Thor'gog, being one of the higher ranked warriors of the Warsong Clan gave his own warcry 'For Hellscream! For the Warsong Clan! Lok'narash! Until death!'
Thor'gog seeing a Doomgaurd, one of the higher ranked and more intellegent demons, Unlike the felgaurd, they were taller, standing nearly 10 feet tall, large leathery wings on their back, their skin usually a dark red or brown. Their armor was usually black and wielded what many call, Felblades, large one handed swords that erupted with the green felfire. Hooved and horned like a tauren, these demons were no easy advesary.
Thor'gog charged forward 'Raaaawwwwrrrr! You will not beat us this day demon! We are no longer your slaves! And now you will feel our bite!' The Doomgaurd was stunned for a second but only a second before whipping around his Felblade, all round them battle clashes were heard. Clangs of weapons againist shields, armor and other weapons. Cries of pain and rage, cutting of flesh and breaking of bones. Their weapons meeting with a large clang before Thor'gog kicked at the demon's knee cap, breaking the leg in two before bring his axe down on the demons chest, felgreen blood squirting every where, covering Thor'gog's armor and face, he spit out a bit of the blood, snarling, adrenaline and rage filling him now with his first kill.
Thor'gog, seeing one of the undead, quickly he pulled out his bow and cocked an arrow, taking careful aim before letting it fly, the arrow hitting the undead in the head, flying through, the undead falling to the ground, dead the arrow through what was left of it's brain. Thor'gog then replaces bow over his shoulder. but then a second undead charged him, the orc dodging the mindless attack, grabbed what little hair the corpse had before bashing his other fist into the corpse's jaw a numerous times which soon broke the jaw from the rest of the skull. The orc then bashed his head into the undead's with full force, the corpse stumbled backward, a few teeth and pieces of dried, rotting flesh dropping from where the lower jaw used to be. The undead then charged again but Thor'gog grabbed his arm smashing it over his knee and breaking it in two while shoving the undead in the direction it had charged. Following this, Thor'gog would throw the arm which still held the sword, at the undead's back who was still stumbling forward, the sword shot through that rotting flesh and bone, piercing what was left of it's heart, the corpse then fell to the ground, finally returning to death's eternal slumber.
Thor'gog then started to charge a felhound when a sudden pain was felt all over his body, 'UGGGGGHHHH!' Thor'gog screamed in pain as fire ignited him, unable to move, seeing the cause did not help him at all, The Eredar. Once draenei, these warlocks were skilled in the most demonic and terrifying magics most would ever seen, tentacles hanging from his chin, his skin, bright red and his size around 12' tall, slim as he was the eredar did not worry about melee combat, their skill in demonic and shadow magic helped them hold their own against the strongest of warriors.
'Ja no' beh diein' dis day mon, but da demon beh meetin' eets death!' a troll yelled, tthrowing his spear in the process which flew through the Eredar's mouth who was in mid chant, coming out the other side, spraying the green blood as it exited and killing the demon. The flames then disappeared and Thor'gog entered a rage, pissed that some demon brought him to his knees. Getting back, he soon charged an Inferno with two other trolls. Infernos were the brute strength of the Legion, raining down as large felgreen fire ignited boulders killing any they landed on before rising to a large 12-15 feet tall, their rock bodies burning brightly with that unholy flame. The three trolls and Thor'gog fought and cut into the Infernal, which wasn't easy, their rock bodies where rather hard, and as it went on the heat of the fire started to get to the trolls and Thor'gog, one which died from a swipe from the Inferno and flying a good distance away, most likely dead. Soon it too fell, crumbling like a land slide upon the ground as the demonic magics that gave it life were drained, the attacks of the orc and trolls being too much for the felfire giant. This victory was short lived as one of the trolls simply melted instantly, another attack from the Eredars.
Thor'gog then charged another Doomgaurd but as he did the Doomgaurd brought down his sword cutting from his right eye, crossing under his nose and nicking the left corner of his mouth and ending at the left side of his chin, basically cutting his face in two if it had been any deeper, the fire instantly seared the wound shut but the pain drove Thor'gog into a rage like he never felt before. The demon swung again hard with the felblade in hand but Thor'gog managed a quick parry, then a kick to the demon's mid section, causing it to stumble back. Just then Thor'gog felt a sharp pain in his right arm a felguard had cut deep into it and with out the strength to lift his axe Thor'gog stood ready to die 'Finish me demon! I will gladly take my death in battle!' But just as the Doomguard raised its fiery sword a flash almost like a lightning bolt, struck the demon, going right through his chest, pieces of lungs and guts and bones and blood flying all over Thor'gog's face. The felguard who attacked his arm, soon died to a charging tauren, the large, tree like totem he wielded easily smashing it's skull in.
'I'm sorry I was not sooner my love, but I had an inferno to deal with,' His wife Garna who was one of the shaman, stood smirking at him, the battle raging around them, all Thor'gog could do was smile but that smile soon turned to a look of horror as she was run through by a Doomgaurd's Felblade, the smell of burning flesh and blood filling Thor'gog's nostrils, fueling his rage as his wife stared at him with shock before the demon tossed her to the side, flinging her off it's sword effortlessly.
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' Thor'gog got up, shaking with rage, blood crazed now as his face twisted into anger, his adrenaline giving him the strength to lift his axe, he charged like a mad man, cutting off the demon's head and left arm in one single motion, the demon fell to his knees and in one last stroke was cut in half at the waist, lower body falling over as the top fell to the side. Blood squirting and spraying like a gyser. The demon's guts, as well as other body parts and blood leaking onto the ground were he once stood, but before he couldn't mourn his wife's, death two felgaurds charged Thor'gog, refusing to allow him that comfort. Parrying the first's attack and then kicking him in the chest, the demon stumbled backward hitting a tree giving Thor'gog enough time to quickly pull an arrow from his quiver and stab it through the second's eye before cutting into it's leg with a small sword from his belt in a twisting motion followed up by a fury of stabs with that same that sword through the demon's chest, repeatedly until the demon fell backward, hitting the ground hard with a loud thud, blood leaking from the multiple wounds which it quickly died from.
Then a sharp pain was felt in his leg, cut in deep by the second Felgaurd's sword, who he had nearly forgotten. He fell to the ground near one of the orc tents, the demons over running them, the Horde was being pushed back. When he thought all was lost he felt his leg return to normal, or at least well enough to stand on, as he looked down, the leg slowly healed. A shaman standing near him had healed it before bursting into flames, the shaman's screams of pain filled the night air, Thor'gog though, stood up and fired a flurry of arrows at the felguard, all hitting with aim and deadly skill, the felguard soon tumbling back as death took him, the arrows sticking out like some demonic pin cusion.
'We must retreat! Fall back! Fall back!' Thrall cried out. Thor'gog, not wanting to leave the battle alive charged forward killing another Felgaurd with a strong throw of that sword which landed in the demon's neck, but then he heard,
'I said fall back! Now is not the time die foolishly for blind rage or false honor! We must live to fight another day my brothers! Fall back!' Thrall yell out. Thor'gog then fell back but not before hitting a felhound in the head shot from afar with an arrow. He knew Thrall to be right, a suicidal death was not honorable and such would disgrace his mate. As the Horde forces retreated, using a portal from Jaina, Archimond appeared before Thrall who stood calmly before the demon, Thor'gog stopped to watch from infront of the Portal.
'Hahahahahahaha did you orcs really think you could defeat the Legion? You orcs are more pathetic then when we found you on Draenor. You were stronger under the blood taint, now you're nothing but insects to our might.' Archimond laughed.
'We may have lost many and lost this battle, demon, but at least now... WE ARE FREE!' With that Thrall threw his hammer at Archimedes face which light up with the lightning, a blessing from the spirits then made an arch back to his hand like a boomerang after catching the demon in the jaw. Thrall then ran to the portal, Thor'gog had already left.
By the end of that night the Night Elves had tricked Archimond. Although their forces were defeated and Archimond made it to the World Tree, his cockiness was his down fall. The wisps encircled him and in once massive spell, exploded killing Archimonde, Thor'gog stood on a far away mountain to where the Horde was teleported, watching it, snarling. His new scar, this Felscar as he would eventually call it, awoken something in him, as did the death of his wife, something that was dead at her touch, like fire put out with her water, with nothing to control this burning rage, a new blood thirst, a new blood rage would take this orc, The Dreadscar as many would come to know him as was now a beast unleased with no collar or touch or water to put out his burning wrath.
This was a Warcraft story I wrote about three years ago for one of my toons.
_________________________________________________________________________________
'Move out!' Yelled Thrall, The last resistance against the Burning Legion move to their places at the base of Mount Hyjal. The Night elves at the top, Thrall's forces to the middle and the Survivors of Lordaeron at the base. This was a day that would be remembered through out all of Azerothian History. Each army waited, terrified but not backing down, waiting for the battle of all battles, the war to end all wars to begin.
Thor'gog Blackfang watch the humans from the orc encampment with his spy glass, 'They won't last long, look at their forces, scattered about, no real defensive nature to their lines,' Thor'gog stood at 7'1', taller then most orcs, his body pure muscle as the orcs were know for. His jet black hair hung back behind him in a ponytail, his beard, which was untamed, hung loosely off his chin. His skin was a dark green almost brown. Eyes, which once glowed bright red like most of the Horde were now blood red with out the glow and full of rage, ready for the battle to come. Scars marking his body all over from wars long past, battles both won and lost. A strange feature upon him, some believe was caused by the drinking of the blood in Ashenvale, was the fact his teeth and fangs were jet black, though little did they know this was actually a family trait.
'Let us hope they last long enough, Thor'gog. We can not hope to hold them long enough with out the Alliances' help,' Thrall came to the orc from his tent. Thrall stood at 6'5' His long black hair hanging at shoulder length, few scars on the bright green orc's skin, his eyes a rare sky blue. The armor he wore was jet black, the famous armor of Doomhammer, along with Doomhammer's large black stone hammer which singed from the spirits when Thrall used it in battle and was reforged with the symbol of the Frostwolves upon it, the orc Clan that Thrall was Chieftain of.
'They better, I would hate to have to clean up their slack, which is already to be expected from the pink skins,' to this Thrall simply sighed, shaking his head in dissappointment but he understand his races' hatred from the Alliance. Then it was heard, the demonic voice of Archimond.
'Foolish mortals you will not stand long against the might of the Burning Legion! You will all meet your death for your foolish resistance and defiance! You think your pathetic forces can stop the might of the Legion? HAH! Death has come to claim all your lives and with them, this world will burn to ash!' the voice rang the entire mount then all became silent, almost like the silence before the storm, before the sound of what seemed like a thousand drums starting playing, the ground shaking with the stampede of the Legion's charge, like an earthquake threatening to consume the mountain side, which the Legion forces planned to do.
Thor'gog again pulled out his spy glass watching the battle from where he stood. Demons of all sorts rushing towards Jaina Proudmoore and her Alliance forces. The felhounds which were nothing but large red demon hounds with tentacles on their backs, were known for draining the magical energies from spell casters, they and the Felgaurds were at the front. The Felgaurds were usually blue demons standing tall at 8 feet tall. usually wearing jet black armor with large two handed swords and axes. They rushed in, mixed with the undead of the Scourge. The battle commenced.
For forty minutes Thor'gog watched as slowly the Legion and Scourge tore apart the Alliance, Jaina escaping by teleporting away 'Coward, just like a human to run instead of die in battle.' Another ten mins past before the Legion started rushing to the Horde encampment.
'Lok'tar Ogar! Show them the might of the Horde, my brothers! We will not back down! For the Horde!' Thrall's warcry rang through the mountain as the Horde, Orcs and Tauren and Trolls, charged forward, throwing axes and spears, shamans throwing what the spirits granted them, which was usually balls of lightning. In response to Thrall's battle cry, Thor'gog, being one of the higher ranked warriors of the Warsong Clan gave his own warcry 'For Hellscream! For the Warsong Clan! Lok'narash! Until death!'
Thor'gog seeing a Doomgaurd, one of the higher ranked and more intellegent demons, Unlike the felgaurd, they were taller, standing nearly 10 feet tall, large leathery wings on their back, their skin usually a dark red or brown. Their armor was usually black and wielded what many call, Felblades, large one handed swords that erupted with the green felfire. Hooved and horned like a tauren, these demons were no easy advesary.
Thor'gog charged forward 'Raaaawwwwrrrr! You will not beat us this day demon! We are no longer your slaves! And now you will feel our bite!' The Doomgaurd was stunned for a second but only a second before whipping around his Felblade, all round them battle clashes were heard. Clangs of weapons againist shields, armor and other weapons. Cries of pain and rage, cutting of flesh and breaking of bones. Their weapons meeting with a large clang before Thor'gog kicked at the demon's knee cap, breaking the leg in two before bring his axe down on the demons chest, felgreen blood squirting every where, covering Thor'gog's armor and face, he spit out a bit of the blood, snarling, adrenaline and rage filling him now with his first kill.
Thor'gog, seeing one of the undead, quickly he pulled out his bow and cocked an arrow, taking careful aim before letting it fly, the arrow hitting the undead in the head, flying through, the undead falling to the ground, dead the arrow through what was left of it's brain. Thor'gog then replaces bow over his shoulder. but then a second undead charged him, the orc dodging the mindless attack, grabbed what little hair the corpse had before bashing his other fist into the corpse's jaw a numerous times which soon broke the jaw from the rest of the skull. The orc then bashed his head into the undead's with full force, the corpse stumbled backward, a few teeth and pieces of dried, rotting flesh dropping from where the lower jaw used to be. The undead then charged again but Thor'gog grabbed his arm smashing it over his knee and breaking it in two while shoving the undead in the direction it had charged. Following this, Thor'gog would throw the arm which still held the sword, at the undead's back who was still stumbling forward, the sword shot through that rotting flesh and bone, piercing what was left of it's heart, the corpse then fell to the ground, finally returning to death's eternal slumber.
Thor'gog then started to charge a felhound when a sudden pain was felt all over his body, 'UGGGGGHHHH!' Thor'gog screamed in pain as fire ignited him, unable to move, seeing the cause did not help him at all, The Eredar. Once draenei, these warlocks were skilled in the most demonic and terrifying magics most would ever seen, tentacles hanging from his chin, his skin, bright red and his size around 12' tall, slim as he was the eredar did not worry about melee combat, their skill in demonic and shadow magic helped them hold their own against the strongest of warriors.
'Ja no' beh diein' dis day mon, but da demon beh meetin' eets death!' a troll yelled, tthrowing his spear in the process which flew through the Eredar's mouth who was in mid chant, coming out the other side, spraying the green blood as it exited and killing the demon. The flames then disappeared and Thor'gog entered a rage, pissed that some demon brought him to his knees. Getting back, he soon charged an Inferno with two other trolls. Infernos were the brute strength of the Legion, raining down as large felgreen fire ignited boulders killing any they landed on before rising to a large 12-15 feet tall, their rock bodies burning brightly with that unholy flame. The three trolls and Thor'gog fought and cut into the Infernal, which wasn't easy, their rock bodies where rather hard, and as it went on the heat of the fire started to get to the trolls and Thor'gog, one which died from a swipe from the Inferno and flying a good distance away, most likely dead. Soon it too fell, crumbling like a land slide upon the ground as the demonic magics that gave it life were drained, the attacks of the orc and trolls being too much for the felfire giant. This victory was short lived as one of the trolls simply melted instantly, another attack from the Eredars.
Thor'gog then charged another Doomgaurd but as he did the Doomgaurd brought down his sword cutting from his right eye, crossing under his nose and nicking the left corner of his mouth and ending at the left side of his chin, basically cutting his face in two if it had been any deeper, the fire instantly seared the wound shut but the pain drove Thor'gog into a rage like he never felt before. The demon swung again hard with the felblade in hand but Thor'gog managed a quick parry, then a kick to the demon's mid section, causing it to stumble back. Just then Thor'gog felt a sharp pain in his right arm a felguard had cut deep into it and with out the strength to lift his axe Thor'gog stood ready to die 'Finish me demon! I will gladly take my death in battle!' But just as the Doomguard raised its fiery sword a flash almost like a lightning bolt, struck the demon, going right through his chest, pieces of lungs and guts and bones and blood flying all over Thor'gog's face. The felguard who attacked his arm, soon died to a charging tauren, the large, tree like totem he wielded easily smashing it's skull in.
'I'm sorry I was not sooner my love, but I had an inferno to deal with,' His wife Garna who was one of the shaman, stood smirking at him, the battle raging around them, all Thor'gog could do was smile but that smile soon turned to a look of horror as she was run through by a Doomgaurd's Felblade, the smell of burning flesh and blood filling Thor'gog's nostrils, fueling his rage as his wife stared at him with shock before the demon tossed her to the side, flinging her off it's sword effortlessly.
'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' Thor'gog got up, shaking with rage, blood crazed now as his face twisted into anger, his adrenaline giving him the strength to lift his axe, he charged like a mad man, cutting off the demon's head and left arm in one single motion, the demon fell to his knees and in one last stroke was cut in half at the waist, lower body falling over as the top fell to the side. Blood squirting and spraying like a gyser. The demon's guts, as well as other body parts and blood leaking onto the ground were he once stood, but before he couldn't mourn his wife's, death two felgaurds charged Thor'gog, refusing to allow him that comfort. Parrying the first's attack and then kicking him in the chest, the demon stumbled backward hitting a tree giving Thor'gog enough time to quickly pull an arrow from his quiver and stab it through the second's eye before cutting into it's leg with a small sword from his belt in a twisting motion followed up by a fury of stabs with that same that sword through the demon's chest, repeatedly until the demon fell backward, hitting the ground hard with a loud thud, blood leaking from the multiple wounds which it quickly died from.
Then a sharp pain was felt in his leg, cut in deep by the second Felgaurd's sword, who he had nearly forgotten. He fell to the ground near one of the orc tents, the demons over running them, the Horde was being pushed back. When he thought all was lost he felt his leg return to normal, or at least well enough to stand on, as he looked down, the leg slowly healed. A shaman standing near him had healed it before bursting into flames, the shaman's screams of pain filled the night air, Thor'gog though, stood up and fired a flurry of arrows at the felguard, all hitting with aim and deadly skill, the felguard soon tumbling back as death took him, the arrows sticking out like some demonic pin cusion.
'We must retreat! Fall back! Fall back!' Thrall cried out. Thor'gog, not wanting to leave the battle alive charged forward killing another Felgaurd with a strong throw of that sword which landed in the demon's neck, but then he heard,
'I said fall back! Now is not the time die foolishly for blind rage or false honor! We must live to fight another day my brothers! Fall back!' Thrall yell out. Thor'gog then fell back but not before hitting a felhound in the head shot from afar with an arrow. He knew Thrall to be right, a suicidal death was not honorable and such would disgrace his mate. As the Horde forces retreated, using a portal from Jaina, Archimond appeared before Thrall who stood calmly before the demon, Thor'gog stopped to watch from infront of the Portal.
'Hahahahahahaha did you orcs really think you could defeat the Legion? You orcs are more pathetic then when we found you on Draenor. You were stronger under the blood taint, now you're nothing but insects to our might.' Archimond laughed.
'We may have lost many and lost this battle, demon, but at least now... WE ARE FREE!' With that Thrall threw his hammer at Archimedes face which light up with the lightning, a blessing from the spirits then made an arch back to his hand like a boomerang after catching the demon in the jaw. Thrall then ran to the portal, Thor'gog had already left.
By the end of that night the Night Elves had tricked Archimond. Although their forces were defeated and Archimond made it to the World Tree, his cockiness was his down fall. The wisps encircled him and in once massive spell, exploded killing Archimonde, Thor'gog stood on a far away mountain to where the Horde was teleported, watching it, snarling. His new scar, this Felscar as he would eventually call it, awoken something in him, as did the death of his wife, something that was dead at her touch, like fire put out with her water, with nothing to control this burning rage, a new blood thirst, a new blood rage would take this orc, The Dreadscar as many would come to know him as was now a beast unleased with no collar or touch or water to put out his burning wrath.
