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Post by
HiVolt
THIS WEEK'S CHALLENGE:
Write a story in which the main character is not one of the playable races, and is not a hybrid of any playable races. The story must be centered around a tragedy, whether a direct part of the character's story or outside of it.
Post by
Skreeran
I'll get on it soon. I've got in-game and RP stuff to catch up on first... :P
Post by
Adamsm
They Took Our Eyes!
I walked along the shore, my heart aching, seeing my brethren as they lay dead. So many dead... and all the same, all missing their eyes! I tightened my grip on my spear, snarling slightly as I followed the devastation, my rage growing with each new corpse. I looked to the heavens and howled, and started to run, smelling something ahead... something different, not the scent of the Sea and the fish my people eat.
I topped a dune and saw it; over sized, pale skinned in places, others the skin was dark. I opened my jaws wide and roared, screaming to the Sea that I would kill this monster, this beast who killed my people. It would die, and they would be avenged. I leaped towards it, my spear held outwards, my jaw opened wide, a scream of rage and anger being voiced..... which turned to a screech of pain as something long and sharp went into my chest. I looked down and saw something in the creature's hand, something like my spear but better.
As my life faded, I heard it say something, but it was only gobbledy-gook.
"
Jeez, these murlocs are bad today, this one jumped at me to die. Oh well, two more eyes for the stew.
"
Post by
HiVolt
Nice Adams. I honestly wasn't expecting anyone to set a murloc as the main character.
Post by
Adamsm
Heh, I aim to always go the strangest route.
Post by
Morec0
Dark Waters.
No
...
How had this happened?
Why
had this happened?
All Varaith had ever wanted to do was serve his Empress. All Varaith had ever done was serve his Empress. He... he had been a loyal warrior, hadn't he? He'd never disobeyed an order, never once went against a command...
So, then,
why
had she done this to him.
"
Varaith
," Azshara whispered to him. "
Why are you so sad? You have served me faithfully, even now. Your actions here - while they would serve as punishable by death anywhere else - prove your loyalty to me more than ever before
."
"I... I," Varaith stammered, the naga myrmidon didn't know what to say. "I..."
"You did well," Azshara whispered again, the voice was so melodic, like a sirens, luring Varaith in. "
I expected no other outcome then
your
victory, and you shall be reward accordingly. You will serve as Admiral of my army, an army that will wash over the surface-dwellers like a wave washes over the shore.
"
Varaith looked down at the corpse at his feet. His friend, his brother, lied there, dead. Azshara had ordered him to be killed, and Varaith had done so. Had it been for the right reason? The power... the control... they were his now, his to use...
But did he want them?
"
Speak
, Admiral,
what are your first words now that you have earen your status
?"
What would he say? His heart ached for two things, neither of them willing to reach a compromise with the other. One part of him wished to
kneel
before Azshara,
praise
Azshara,
serve
Azshara...
The other half, though, sought for him to take his javelin and impale the witch, to make her feel more pain then he'd been caused throughout his life, especially just
now
.
He grabbed his javelin, holding it before him. The blade was sharp, from here it would pierce the former night elf queen's thick scales and tear into her
black
,
shriveled
heart. It would take the
vengeance
he sought as its
power
, and enact it with rightous fury.
He gripped the weapon’s hilt with both hands, his muscles bulging underneath his scaly hide. Yes, it was all so simple, he knew what he
had
to do, what should have been done long ago, far before any of this had ever happened.
He dropped the weapon, lowering himself to the ground, his face almost touching it, his arms holding him up. "What would you have your
Admiral
do, my Empress?"
Post by
HiVolt
My Challenge submission:
Cries of the Earth
What son does not shed a tear for his mother when her screams of death rip through the land? There is none. I have felt her pain since the moment of her last breath. Her torment washed over me like a tidal wave out of the depths of the deepest sea. I can still feel the pain, the anguish. She was brought to her final moments by champions that I sent. How could I have been so foolish? How could I not have known that they would seek her out and destroy her as well?
Though the pain remains with me, I must take up my charge, laid down by the spirits. No longer shall my people fight each other. No longer shall we be slaughtered by our enemies, as we slaughter them. No longer shall we remain separate in clans. To them, I am an outcast, I am called "The Pariah". With this amulet, taken from the body of the one who too long kept the clans separated. No longer will I be called "Pariah", but from this day forward, I will lead my people as The Prophet.
Post by
Morec0
Nice read... but is it really fair for you to submit one? You can just declare yourself the winner.
Post by
HiVolt
Nice read... but is it really fair for you to submit one? You can just declare yourself the winner.
I never said this was a contest, it's just a challenge. Besides, there's no real way for us to choose a winner, and we can't really give a prize for a winner. I was thinking of this as something more of a writing exercise than a contest.
I really like your story too. I knew we'd get some Naga submissions, but I honestly thought you'd do something relating to the Scourge, like the Nerubians.
Post by
Morec0
Heh, actually, Nerubian's never crossed my mind. I suppose I've had enough of them for now, with what I've written in The Frozen North so far...
Striked for great justice!
Post by
Skreeran
I have no idea who HiV0LT's story is about...
I'm working on an idea for mine...
Post by
Morec0
It's based around a centaur.
This centaur
, to be exact.
Post by
Skreeran
Planning for the Future
Know you the horror of having your children stolen from your half dead arms?
The pure anguish of losing your young ones that you cared for for months, years?
I never did anything to those walruses, but their mercenaries cut me down all the same. They left me bleed in the snow as they pried my youngest from my arms. Only my sheer will to survive kept me alive. My will to see my babies again.
I will find them.
I will find them, and I will kill those who did this. I just wish that as they lay dying, their evil blood spilling out onto the ice, that I could hurt them as much as they hurt my family.
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Post by
Septimus
Spreading Taint
Once we were peaceful, once we achieved harmony with the land around us, but this is no more. Now we are no better then savage monsters. We were once proud, but now we are crest-fallen. Now our forest homes have been corrupted, we hear the trees, the animals, the forest, we hear their never-ending screams of agony.
We feel the taint, the taint of something foreign, something malicious and evil. Even though the creatures who carried it are long since gone, the damaged forest still reeks of them. This taint, the screams of nature, it corrupts us. Makes us mad with rage. Drives us against everything we once were.
Now we are broken people, a shadow of the past. Each passing moment we sink further into demise. Each day my people suffer under the torment of watching the ones they care about lose themselves to the rage. We all feel the rage, but some can push pass it, others cannot.
Now I stand here, alone, my family dead around me, their fur a sickly black, red blood gushing from their wounds, smothering the forest floor. I did what I had to.
Post by
Morec0
XD Nice work Skree.
But, Sept, is your's about anything in particular? Or is it just a generic tragedy?
Post by
Skreeran
XD Nice work Skree.
But, Sept, is your's about anything in particular? Or is it just a generic tragedy?Seems like it's about Furbolgs.
Post by
Septimus
Furbolgs. I was sort of hoping it might of come across. Evidently not.
Post by
Morec0
Ahhhh, looking back now, I can see it.
Sorry, a good read though.
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470415
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