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Fremskritt	May 10 2008, 06:45 AM
The poster formerly known as TP Posts: 11,047 Group: Members Member #22 Joined: October 30, 2005 Gender Male	Three Thrallmar lay in the middle of a war zone, so much was for sure. Everywhere grunts were training, honing their skill for use just outside the wooden walls. Overseers were shouting at them to train harder, whipping them into a frenzy. Varulva was glad she didn't have to join the fray, she wanted to go out there and slay demons as quickly as she could. Thrallmar was situated just north of Path of Glory, where decades ago the Orcish Horde had marched towards their destiny on the other side of the Dark Portal. She wanted to see the place, including Hellfire Citadel, which it was said still was the base of the fel orcs on Hellfire Peninsula. She watched the wolf rider patrol depart. Brave warriors scouting the dirt road down to the path, keeping it clear. Soon the Horde would launch an offensive against the Stair of Destiny, on top of which the Dark Portal lay. The circle was closed, again the Horde would lead an offensive up those stairs, only this time to rejoin the forces on the Stair, crushing the soldiers of the Burning Legion between them. But first the portals through which the demon army were coming through had to be shut down. Of course she had volunteered. She hated demons, the evil beings who reveled in destroying everything she held dear. The Path itself was infested with fel orcs. She could recognize their red skin and huge fangs from far, far away. Traitors, she thought. But then she felt a pang of guilt. The same tainted blood they had drunk still flowed in her veins. She could almost feel it burning. Damn her parents to have cursed her with this demonic presence even in her own body! But at least her skin was a healthy green, not an unnatural red like these... she had no words for how much she despised her red cousins. The felblood was burning in her. She decided to release it, entering a blood rage and charged in, shooting arrows as fast as she could aim, and swinging her swords at any red orc who came too close. It was over in minutes, the dead ground was drenched in the tainted blood of the pit lord who had given his blood to these monsters. She let out a battle cry. Then she collapsed on the ground, like she always did after succumbing to the blood fury. How ironic she thought, that the same taint she was bearing would be used against the former masters of the Horde. She got up fast though, if she stayed for too long someone was bound to find her. So she mounted Winterstorm. Feeling his white fur between her legs calmed her, at least her trusty riding wolf was uncorrupted. Knowing instinctively where she wanted to be, Winterstorm ran off towards the forward base where she had been assigned. While travelling along the Path of Glory she looked at the shattered land. There was no life to be seen anywhere. Was this really the home world of her people? Conflicting feelings raced through her mind. On one hand she mourned the loss of life in the very ground itself, on the other hand she felt proud that she was now walking the path of her ancestors. What had it been like to march towards the honour and glory that awaited them on the other side of the portal? Well, it didn't matter. Again orcs where travelling the Path, this time not for conquest, but for redemption. At the forward base she ate heartily. And of course some dim-wit male had to comment on it. "Watch your figure now, huh?" someone joked. She ignored him. It was halfway funny the first time she heard it, now it was just annoying. With so few female officers you would think that the males had more respect for her if they wanted to make out with her, but no. So she finished her meal, packed with energy for her mission. It had been standard field rations, full of nutrition, but not really tasty, not to mention the bad taste it left in her mouth afterwards. It made her want to kill something in a really gory fashion. But that was the point of Horde field rations she knew, to nourish, and to encourage charging into battle with bloodlust in their eyes and hearts. Her first mission was an airborne one. This came as a surprise to her, as she had never used wind riders directly for war. Still she found herself on the back of a heavily armoured one, clutching a pack of bombs to blow up the Legion gateways. Again the Horde had enlisted the aid of the goblins in their war efforts it seemed. Well, it made sense, war meant huge profit for the goblins, and profit was what they lived (and not too seldomly died) for. She wasn't used to throwing stuff, so her aim wasn't as perfect as it was with her bow, but she managed to destroy her targets anyway. 2 of 4 down. She was filled with pride at her accomplishment. The last two portals were only reachable by foot for some reason. It didn't matter to her though, she would fight Sargeras himself if that was needed to put an end to the Burning Legion. Actually, to be honest with herself, she probably had to do that sooner or later anyway, but for now stemming the tide of demons would suffice. And she got to kill demons too. Lots of them. So she called her black tiger companion to aid her. She had named him Lakris, but what his real name was she had no idea, if he even had one. With a wave of her hand she commanded him to attack a felguard, with his felhound pet. With a low snarl she raised her bow and aimed at the foul creature. The blood rage was pumping in her veins, wanting to be released. But she wanted to save it for when it was needed. She couldn't let the red haze that appeared in front of her eyes when she let it take control of her affect her aim. The arrow flew through the air, seeking its target. It hit the demon straight in the chest, but it didn't go down yet. Carefully she aimed another shot. Lakris was keeping the two vile destroyers occupied, but she knew that the felguard would soon take notice of the little green girl shooting at him. She'd better kill him before then. Again she hit him right in the chest, and just as she had predicted, he came running for her. Quickly she imbued an arrow with arcane magic and let it go. That was too much for the demon. Now for the hound. That one went down with one shot. She could feel the adrenaline rushing through her body. Ah, the thrill of the hunt, it was so much sweeter when she was hunting down and killing the very beings that seeked to destroy the very nature she was so immersed in... Well, when she wasn't in such totally dead places like Hellfire Peninsula of course. Her next target was a dreadlord. He didn't have an annoying pet which she had to deal with, so she ordered Lakris to strike while putting an arrow to her bow and aiming. Critical hit! The dreadlord instantly turned his attention to her. Damn! Again she imbued an arrow with arcane magic and let it go. The dreadlord didn't flinch. She pulled out her swords and got ready to engage him in in close combat. Once the demon was close enough she flung herself around in a pirouette to perform a "Wing clip" strike to slow down her adversary. She dodged the blow of the demon and flung herself around again, performing a "Mongoose bite" before she ran away. Slowed, the demon couldn't keep up with her, so she had time to imbue another arrow. The dreadlord wouldn't go down yet though, even with three arrows poking out of various parts of his body. Damn again! She got ready to do a "Raptor strike" on him once he came close enough. She hit the creature hard, but this time she couldn't dodge his retaliation in time. The demon made a huge gash down her forearm, which made her almost cry out in pain. She had to wing clip him again to get away, but the pain in her right arm wouldn't let her. Her attacks hardly made a dent in the demon's thick armour, and only being able to use her left hand didn't help either. In the meantime blood was streaming out of the deep wound on her right arm. It was over, she was sure. But she would fight on until the end, she would die standing in glorious battle, so that tales would be told about her, giving her life for a greater cause. With a wicked smile the dreadlord got ready for the killing blow. He struck, but she managed to parry. Annoyed, the demon got ready to strike again, but stopped. She heard a battle shout from behind him and attuned her senses. Yes, help had arrived! Quickly she feigned her death so that her opponent would concentrate on her saviour while she tried to bandage the gushing wound the demon had inflicted on her. It went deeper than she had thought, she doubted she could stop the bleeding entirely, but she might at least be able to hold some of it back until she got back to the forward base. She tried to raise her bow. She could do it, but her arm was shaking too much from the damage to hold it still. In the meantime the demon had fallen and she could see a male dressed in the garb of a shaman muttering something and gesticulating. Only seconds later her right arm was engulfed in green light and she could feel the wound closing. She stormed forward and hugged the shaman hard. "You saved my life!" she said to him. "My pleasure, Lieutenant General," he answered. "We need all the hands we can get if we are to win this war. The spirits have left this land, there is only a faint presence left, but it's enough to keep me going." "So you can feel it too," she said. "Of course I can," he bit back. "Why do you think I am here? I'm lost without their guidance! We have to make up for past wrongs and return the spirits on Outland, and our quest starts here in this broken land." "My sincere apologies," she muttered. "It seems we are on the same quest then." "For sure we are. We shouldn't go our separate ways, going alone is a fool's errand here, just look at yourself." Ashamed of herself, she blushed. Getting even more ashamed of this, she turned around, she didn't want anybody to see it. His name was Multane, and together they cleared the way through a horde of demon invaders to the gateways to destroy them. Multane, not being content with just standing back and calling on the aid of the spirits to keep her wounds closed actually joined the fray, unleashing his rage against the vile corruptors. Together they let the blood fury take over in a righteous rage against their formers oppressors and returned victorious to the forward base. There they reciebed their honours before wolfing down their supper, which was just as bad as the field rations, then they went to bed and made love. They both felt they deserved it after a hard day of demonslaying. Tomorrow the offensive against the Stair of Destiny would commence, and now that the Legion was cut off from reinforcements it would surely succeed. Then it would be time to root out the fel orcs. Panting, Varulva fell asleep, knowing that Multane would probably be gone in the morning. But she didn't care for emotional commitments. Once the spirits were back in Hellfire Peninsula to return life she would be immersed in the spirits of the wild once again, and that was a better feeling than any lover could give her. Edited by Fremskritt, Jun 9 2008, 02:21 PM.


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