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Thanks for the links Nailix.. why have I chosen the wrong nation?
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The Madness of the Vengeful: His First Death (part 2)
Screams plagued his dreams, tormented souls crying out for help. So close. If only they would reach for his hand he could help them! The clamored toward him, begging for help. The cold was coming! The gust of wind that would blow their souls into the desolate tundra of nothingness. It crept closer and closer, grinding all the fires of life to nil.
Drake awoke suddenly as a cry echoed in the distance, beads of sweat tricking down his forehead, matting his hair to his face. For weeks he had been having the same nightmare. The cold, the screams, the outstretched hands. All he could distinguish from the multitude of faces before was his beloved. All that he could see in her eyes was fear, pure terror, as if death itself was grasping her shoulder and yanking her back from life. He looked over to his left to make sure she was there and indeed she was. Sleeping soundly as ever, like every night, when he awoke from the dream. An involuntary sigh of relief escaped his lips as they turned upward into a slow smile. Just a dream.
“Father” came a small voice from the door as a shadow slowly grew in the hallway “Father I’m scared” it came again. Drake sighed and carefully got out of bed, the wooden floors creaking as he crept towards his daughter.
“Hush now, you’ll make you’re mother” he stepped out into the hall way and was immediately tackled by a small whimpering form “come now, what is the matter? Bad dream?”
“I heard a scream Father and then it got really cold” his daughter clutched his leg tightly. Drake frowned slightly, odd. He bent down and picked him the child, holding her in his arms “It was probably just a bad dream little one, come on, I’ll take you back to bed”
Before he could take a step towards her room a great pounding came from the door. Drake’s frown deepened, odd indeed. He put his daughter down and looked her straight in the eyes
“Go to your mother right now ok? Wake her up and tell her to stay inside, but be very quiet ok?” he whispered to his daughter. She looked up at him, scared, with those same eyes, filled with fear before she nodded and scampered off to his room. Drake’s eyes were now fixed on the door, from which the pounding grew. With quick quiet steps he went to the fire-place, where he kept his armor and sword. No time to put on the armor, so instead he carefully picked up his sword, drawing it from the scabbard with his shirt wrapped around it so it wouldn’t ring. Slowly now he approached the door, stance low, sword ready before he suddenly opened it and held his sword out “Who are you! Speak quickly”
“Drake! Wow put the sword down, it’s me, Horst, we have a situation” there it was again, those same eyes, filled with fear. Drake took a peak out his door down the street. All the fires were out, and a rolling fog seemed to have taken its place.
“What’s happening” Drake lowered the point of his sword but didn’t yet sheath it.
“I… I don’t know how to say this but the… the dead Drake! The dead have risen, it’s madness, they just came out of no where, all the sentries are gone, they are already in the town” Indeed they were for more cries could be heard now. The town was beginning to stir, but to slow. Crashes here and there began to echo through the crowd. “Drake! What do we do!”
“The dead? What…” frantic thoughts flashed through his head “how many? How far are they and how many armed men do we have”
“I don’t know… countless, I saw a see of them of which I could not see an end. Most of them men of the militia are in the forward part of the town Drake you know that… that’s where the attack began” Horst suddenly flinched and turned as a building suddenly exploded in flames. People now began to come out of their house, some flew passed Drake in terror, crying out incoherently. He could see them now. Walking slowly, half lit by the fires, assorted weapons in their hands. They were truly the dead risen. Their bodies rotted, some without arms, some dragging useless legs, all with mouths hanging open as if to devour the very air before them. The stench of them now drifted towards Drake, making him cover his nose. “there… that’s them Drake what do we do!”
“Raise the alarm” Drake snapped, his eyes already trying to count their numbers “how fast can they move”
“The town hall is already over run, they went straight for that” Horst looked at the advancing horde in fear “they may move slow now Drake, but I’ve seen them pounce on a man in second, chase him down and rip him apart, we have to move quickly!”
“Alright, run, quickly, to every house that you can get to without getting in range of those things, yell, that will be your alarm” Drake said as he began to move back into his house “Get the women and children out now tell them to meet in the fields to the south, any able bodied man is now in service of the army, pitchforks, shovels anything, clubs I don’t care” yelled Drake back to Horst, who was already running through the streets screaming at the top of his lungs. Drake ran back into his room to find his wife and daughter crouching by the door
“Drake! What’s going on” cried his wife as she got to her feet
“Father I’m scared!” the convergence of their voices made him slightly dizzy as he clutched his sword, using it to keep him grounded
“Take her to the fields to the south quickly, take nothing, we have no time” Drake said gruffly, avoiding his wife’s eyes. He knew what he would see. The all consuming fear. He could not let that grip him now, not yet. Without another word she grabbed her daughter up, clutching her ever so tightly to her child. Instinct. She ran out to the door and headed south. Away from the madness that was to come, to late. The undead had already advanced, quicker than he had anticipated. They where a mere stone’s throw from his house, which left his wife and child open to attack. Drake ran to the door, but it was as if he was running in slow motion. The undead had already dashed off towards them, moving quickly now. His eyes now wide with fear, as he reached out, crying out as he tried to save his family. To late indeed, for a host of undead were already upon them, ripping them limb from limb. Such cruelty, such pain as he felt his heart nearly stop, a vice like grip upon it, squeezing it ever so tightly, his knuckles white from holding his sword ever so tightly. Rage, pain, it all swept through him like a storm. Darkness
Suddenly he awake, back from his enraged stupor with a great pain in his stomach. He stood in the middle of the street, bodies of decapitated undead around him. He tried to breath but no air would come to him. It had forsaken him. His eyes frantically searched for an answer. He was still surrounded by undead but why had they all stopped. Why had he stopped. Involuntarily his body jerked as he coughed, blood spewing forth from his mouth, dripping down his chin. This wasn’t right, how could this have happened. He was in the house, not in the street. He looked down at his hands, covered in blood, his sword stuck in a near by corpse but what he could not understand was why there were arrows in his belly. He blinked and reached out to touch them. What was happening! Now he couldn’t feel. The pain in his stomach gone, in fact everything was gone. It was as if he wasn’t in his body, but he was. His vision blurred, twisting and warping upon itself. He could only watch as the undead advanced towards him.
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Uh, I think that's just taunting.
The Spitlelash Naga are probably the best Naga nation to play as, since they are the ones doing the most raiding and whatnot.
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The History of the Night Elves-Part 1: The Horn of Cenarius
"Elune birthed Cenarius, but gave him up to Malorne because Cenarius was more a creature of the mortal world and could not be with her. Malorne, who had relations with both Elune and Ysera, knew that he could not properly care for his son, but Ysera's love was so great for Malorne that she took Cenarius as her own. Hence being his mother (or adoptive mother)."- A background on Cenarius, the Night Elf demigod.
As legend goes this great horn had the ability to call upon the spirits of all night elves. Although it not only calls upon night elves, but according to legend any being that controls this horn long enough will eventually turn into a night elf themselves, however seeing as only night elves have had the horn this mith has yet to be proven.
Unfortunatly when Cenarius died the horn was lost to all of Azeroth, and no matter who searched for it nobody could find it. Some believed that nature itself took the horn, and would only let it return when the need for it was great enough and this time came during the third war... During the third war the great leader Tyrande Whisperwind recouvered this item of power and eventually it was used by Malfurion Stormrage at mount Hyjal to defeat Archimonde...
(this is all I know about this horn, yes I got most of my information from Wowwiki and if anyone else knows any more about this then your welcome to post about it. While posting this I just hope that you all can get a little insight on the night elves.)
"Elune birthed Cenarius, but gave him up to Malorne because Cenarius was more a creature of the mortal world and could not be with her. Malorne, who had relations with both Elune and Ysera, knew that he could not properly care for his son, but Ysera's love was so great for Malorne that she took Cenarius as her own. Hence being his mother (or adoptive mother)."- A background on Cenarius, the Night Elf demigod.
As legend goes this great horn had the ability to call upon the spirits of all night elves. Although it not only calls upon night elves, but according to legend any being that controls this horn long enough will eventually turn into a night elf themselves, however seeing as only night elves have had the horn this mith has yet to be proven.
Unfortunatly when Cenarius died the horn was lost to all of Azeroth, and no matter who searched for it nobody could find it. Some believed that nature itself took the horn, and would only let it return when the need for it was great enough and this time came during the third war... During the third war the great leader Tyrande Whisperwind recouvered this item of power and eventually it was used by Malfurion Stormrage at mount Hyjal to defeat Archimonde...
(this is all I know about this horn, yes I got most of my information from Wowwiki and if anyone else knows any more about this then your welcome to post about it. While posting this I just hope that you all can get a little insight on the night elves.)
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