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The Rise of Hellscream [Part 2]
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Post by
Queggy
Just a quick update as requested. Sorry if this one isn't as good as the first! Like I've said, I'm really busy right now!
Thrall woke from his sleep. For a moment, he lay on his back trying to remember why he was here in this strange room. Then, when it hit him, his hand shot forward to his side. He gently probed the wounded area, but there was nothing there but bandages. He didn't think Garrosh would have had a change of heart and saved him, he had gone too far to be saved now. No, someone else had found him and given him medical care. He pushed back the dark, woven blankets that covered him and sat up, getting a good look at his room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all constructed from immense logs, that combined with the centaur rug on the floor told Thrall that he was in Thunderbluff, the home of the Tauren. Indeed, at that moment, the sound of large hooves striking against the rough wooden floor heralded the approach of one of these immense allies. A few moments later the sound of the hooves faded away, and a large, familiar face filled the doorway.
"Cairne!"
Thrall exclaimed,
"How?"
Cairne smiled.
"It is good to see you in such health again, my friend. I had feared for a while that you would not make it!"
He shook his head sadly, his huge horns were in danger of scarring the lintel of the door.
"But the Earthmother has heard our prayers and seen fit to restore you to life! But how did you come to be injured and abandoned outside of your own city? I feared something was the matter in Orgrimmar and did not approach."
Thrall grimaced.
"You were right not to approach them, Cairne. They would probably have attempted to strike you down.
"But how and why?"
Cairne asked,
"I don't understand!"
"It was Garrosh, Cairne."
Thrall replied,
"You remember how he is. Hot-headed, impetuous, always thinking that violence is the answer. i tried to bring him up as I would my own son, in memory of his father Grom. But I fear that tales of his father's heroics have led him to think that he must match his father. Then he learned of the Old Horde. I fear that the idea of a bloodthirsty and nigh-but-impossible-to-stop-fighting-force, coupled with stories of his father have gone to his head. He thought that I was weak and was dragging our people to their deaths. As usual, the answer for hims was violence. I tried to reason with him, but the bloodrage took him."
Cairne shook his head sadly at this.
"This is terrible, my friend! We must stop him before . . ."
At that moment, a thunderous roar filled the air and the earth shook violently. Thrall looked around wildly, searching for the source of this strange new occurrence. Cairne moaned softly and whispered,
"It has started."
"It has started? What has started?"
Thrall asked wildly.
"What is that?"
"This was the reason why I was near Orgrimmar, my friend. I had heard strange reports that the Black Dragonflight has stirring."
Cairne replied grimly,
"It appears that they were right. I fear that Deathwing has returned."
Thrall felt stunned. Deathwing had returned? Now? The Horde and Alliance were both severely crippled after their bouts with the Scourge. Neither forces were prepared to face something of this magnitude!
At that moment, a young Tauren hunter ran up. He raised his hand in greeting and said breathlessly,
"High Chieftan . . . you must come quickly . . . The ground has split open . . . and it has . . . devoured . . . Bloodhoof Village!"
Cairne looked as if he had been stunned.
"And the children? Are there any survivors?"
He asked.
"We . . . are not sure . . ."
The young hunter panted.
Cairne turned back around to face Thrall.
"Thrall, I must go and try to save them! You need to stay here and . . ."
Thrall cut him off.
"No Cairne, I owe you a debt. I am not in a postition to look after my people right now, so I will help you look after yours. In time, we may both have to look after all the peoples of Azeroth. I am coming with you."
Garrosh Orcslayer sat on his throne, the fabled Doomhammer laying across his lap. He stared at it. Now that he had achieved his goal, actually having the Doomhammer was a bit lackluster. should he keep his dual axes? They were his weapons of choice, but on the other hand, seeing him wile dthe Doomhammer would make himself into a quite striking figure in peoples minds. Garrosh was pondering the question when a young orc grunt walked in.
"War . . . wa . . . Warchief?"
He stammered.
Garrosh grimaced. For some reason, his peons seemed unable to speak calmly around him.
"Spit it out!"
Garrosh growled.
"We . . . ummm . . . errrr . . . we seem to have misplaced . . . errr . . . the warchief . . . uhhhh . . . I mean Thrall!"
the grunt said, looking fearful.
Garrosh stood up slowly, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"Misplaced?"
He asked softly.
"And what exactly do you mean by misplaced?"
The grunt replied,
"His body . . . we placed it by the road leading into the city . . . but . . . someone's taken it . . ."
"And who,"
Garrosh whispered dangerously,
"Might have done this?
"We can't be certain warchief . . . but . . . they were riding kodos."
Garrosh roared.
"You fools! You were supposed to make sure the corpse was left there as a warning to other people! You demon-blooded human-lovers!"
The grunt cowered beneath this onslaught, but when Garrosh had finished speaking he said tentatively,
"Actually warchief . . . it's not exactly a corpse . . ."
Garrosh was stunned at this news. And then, as the news sunk in, his wrath consumed him.
"Those tauren will have saved him! Now he's running around! Do you know what kind of havoc he will cause?"
Garrosh stormed around the room, slamming his fists into the walls and anything that he came close to. Then, he rounded on the grunt, pointing a finger accusingly, and intending to demote him. But when he pointed his finger at him, his hand glowed suddenly with a dark purple fire. The grunt screamed suddenly and arched his back. But the grunt didn't stop. It kept arching it's back farther and farther, until suddenly, there was a horrendous crack and the grunt fell limply to the ground. Garrosh stood there, stunned a what had happened. He glanced down at his hand, and gasped in fear. The tips of his fingers on his right hand were now green. This couldn't be happening to him! It was impossible! He had never meant to kill the grunt! He couldn't be a warlock! He was an honorable warrior!
But then, he heard the tramping of boots approaching his room. Garrosh ran to the throne and quickly placed a glove on his hand. No one could find out. A few moments later one of his personal guard entered the room.
"We heard screaming."
They said, looking at the grunt's corpse.
"His news displeased me."
Garrosh replied and told them to take the corpse and leave him in peace. After they had left, he sat on the throne, cradling his right hand. What was he to do?
To Be Continued . . .
Post by
Morec0
.... wow.....
Post by
236602
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Morec0
I agree with flying. Difficult to read. Very.
Post by
Skreeran
Very interesting. It's a bit odd to have Garrosh get Warlock powers out of nowhere, but interesting nonetheless.
And personally I wouldn't have gone with italics for speech, but that's just me.
Post by
Adamsm
Heh, yeah, the italics are a little hard to read (
hides his own use of italics
) but nicely done!
Post by
Patty
I can't follow it very well. D:
Post by
Queggy
Sorry, breaking up now.
It's a bit odd to have Garrosh get Warlock powers out of nowhere, but interesting nonetheless.
The point of that was that he has forsaken his morals and betrayed his people. In essence, he is becoming that which he proclaims to hate and abhor.
Post by
Skreeran
Well, yeah, but even Gul'dan had to talk to demons first... :P
Post by
Queggy
Well, yeah, but even Gul'dan had to talk to demons first... :P
Meh, perhaps something was passed down from father to son.
;)
Post by
HiVolt
/target Queggy
/cheer
:D
Post by
Septimus
Wewt for
updates
part two!
Fix'd
Post by
taurenmoo812
You know I'll like anything that dehumanizes Garrosh and shows him as the bastard he is, so this gets a but tauren thumbs up.
Post by
Queggy
My only regret on this (part 2) was that I should have taken more time on it and not rushed it. I guess that's the price you pay when you have no time for anything . . .
:(
But thanks anyways guys!
Post by
Septimus
Aaaaand on an unrelated note:
Queggy, for some reason, I can just see you actually growing a beard like the one in your icon.
Post by
Queggy
Aaaaand on an unrelated note:
Queggy, for some reason, I can just see you actually growing a beard like the one in your icon.
Lol. I totally wish I could. As soon as my hormones kick in a bit more so I don't just have a 5 O'clock shadow, I'm going to try to grow a huge beard.
Post by
HiVolt
Get up and Have a Scottish Egg for Breakfast whilst Drinking a Glass of Scotch then you can read The Scotsman before going to London on The Flying Scotsman to tell all the English Bastards to #$%^ off! Then you can rob The Royal Bank of Scotland and then there will be an investigation at Scotland Yard but you'll get away with it all Scot Free. . . . . . .
Great Scot!
Post by
Queggy
And your Part Scottish right?
Yeah,
clan Colquhoun
.
But I don't have an accent.
:(
Get up and Have a Scottish Egg for Breakfast whilst Drinking a Glass of Scotch then you can read The Scotsman before going to London on The Flying Scotsman to tell all the English Bastards to #$%^ off! Then you can rob The Royal Bank of Scotland and then there will be an investigation at Scotland Yard but you'll get away with it all Scot Free. . . . . . .
Great Scot!
Lol.
Post by
Skreeran
I'm mostly of English ancestry, but a tiny bit Irish as well on my father's side.
Post by
Skreeran
Huh... I never pictured you as an Iraqi, Tau... :P Mainly because you live in England...
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