Post by Queggy
((See the Second Night here
The autumnal Durotar evening was warm enough that Kul'gosh did not require a fire, and therefore his old eyes didn't see the children until they were almost right on top of him. But a Shaman did not need eyes to see with. "Come closer,"
he croaked. "Closer. Have you returned to hear the rest of this old ones poor story?"
The children all nodded and one of them asked quietly, "What happened when you went through the portal? Was that Azeroth you were heading to?"
Kul'gosh nodded and said, "Yes indeed it was Azeroth I was heading to, yet I didn't know at the time that Azeroth would turn out to be such a good place. Yet one can not have good without bad."
Kul'gosh leaned back and looked at the clear night sky. The Blue Child was not visible tonight, and the White Lady was but a thin crescent hanging in the branches above."Did you know,"
he asked. "That Azeroth is visible from Draenor?"
Kul'gosh stepped out of the portal dazed and confused. The first thing that he noticed about the new world was that the sky was clearer and did not have the same dusky, reddish tint as Draenor. He never knew that there was so many stars. He stumbled forward off the platform of the portal, he didn't want to be impaled by the scouts coming through behind him. Suddenly, something swooshed through air and the scout next to Kul'gosh gurgled noisily. Glancing over, Kul'gosh noticed a white fletched arrow sticking out of his throat as he collapsed to the ground. It was too late, there was nothing Kul'gosh could do for him. He stood up quickly and bellowed, just as more arrows came hissing out of the night, "Lok-Narash brothers! We are under attack! Lok'tar O'gar!"
They all dived for cover, hoping to evade the storm of arrows. Somone shouted out, "Fire! Watch out!"
as a giant fireball came hurtling out of the sky, hitting a tree and creating a giant torch to light up the area. Blademaster Hur'gun stood up and rushed towards the enemy, picking up speed and fading into the night
((See spells and abilities section)). Kul'gosh decided to do something, anything. But before he could do anything though, something happened. A small pink being clad in metal armor ran forward, shouting some garbled nonsense. Kul'gosh stood up from behind the rock where he was hiding and prayed to the Frost spirit to aid him. The being was already fifteen yards away when Kul'gosh stood up and thrust out his hands, channeling the spirit of Frost
. The being stumbled and slowed down almost to a walking pace. Kul'gosh turned away to look for a new target, leaving the slowed enemy to his brothers. All of the remaining survivors seemed to have grouped together nearby. Kul'gosh was just attempting to patch up
a brother that had a long gash down his left forearm when Blademaster Hur'gun materialized out of the shadows. "Filthy beasts,"
he spat. "We weren't ready for thus. We'll have to retreat for now."
Hur'gun motioned to everyone, and they slunk off quietly into the the night."Shaman! Wake up!"
the kids said quietly. They tried shaking Kul'gosh, but it was to no avail, he had fallen asleep in the middle of his story. The kids just sighed and tramped back the dusty, beaten path to their own tents again. Waiting for the tomorrow night when the story could continue.
((Authors Note - For a translation of some Orcish words used, go here
Post by Queggy
The most horrible story ever written. It is in fact so horrible that I must say that it gets a 5/5.
Heh, thanks. But please direct all further comments here
, as according to ArgentSun's suggestion.