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#331 » Post by benzviliran » 27 Sep 2015 05:54

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Re: A story of TW

#332 » Post by Bluebell » 03 Oct 2015 02:48

Been re-reading the early parts. Think I need to add another Lestata PoV chapter or two in the early bits to build the character. One in Stormwind and one during the descent into madness, especially to explain her power. Also would probably remove the guilds aspect of the story, it's not really needed. Anyway...After Blackluster runs away scared what happens to the Paladins at Darrowshire?

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Justicelight
Dymond
Demol
Lestata
Merkava
Bluefang
Meko
Blackluster


Chapter 18 - Darkness Falls
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**Lestata**



Perched overlooking the city, the once noble mage of Stormwind watched as her minions flocked into battle. Her left eye twitched continuously, her face hidden behind a black hood. Hissing at the sight of the Paladin reinforcements she waved her hands to orcehstrate her troops around. Cold air whistled and it swirled around, as her hands clapsed together black clouds shrouded the sky bringing darkness to the town. She narrowed her emerald green eyes to watch her army collide with the forces of light. The night's sky only illuminated by the torches of Paladins and two golden figures dashing from side to side below.

"My laaaady!" spoke a soft voice, "The Angels are too stroooong! We must retreeeeat!" it slithered.

Snapping back round, Lestata's eyes began to glow an eerie red, "No!" her hands trembled uncontrollably, "We must go on! I have seen it...the beauty of victory...Send forward everything we have Bluefang!"

Taking a step back the tall Bluefang, dressed in white robes now black and brown from mud and dirt nodded. She bowed to her leader and ushered to two cloaked soldiers behind.

"At ooonce, my laaady." she replied before turning to go back down the cliff top.

Turning back to the fight, the demented Lestata grinned with glee as the town became overrun, every angle became infested with her troops as her enemies tried desperatly to keep them at bay. Her head nodded slowly and she returned to waving her hands as if directing the course of the shadow attacks.


**Dymond**


Flashing across Darrowshire the two Angels blazed through the battle, unrelenting in their defence of the town. Dymond flew into fight carrying her golden staff, tipped with a silver ball slamming into waves of oncoming demonic characters. Seeing a Paladin outnumbered, she swooped in front of him, as he knelt down from a near fatal blow he looked up to see her gleaming glory standing upright.

Upon landing Dymond instantly knocked one of the enemies to the ground with her staff, swiping his legs before slamming down on top of another, within moments she swung round into two more. Before the first had even hit the ground she pushed a fifth with shear power she used energy to push another flying through the air into a nearby building.

Finally the first figure cracked onto the ground, the Angel finished by knocking the last enemy up by the face and leaping back to the fray. The helpless Paladin raised himself only to see a golden trail around as his foes dropped to the ground defeated.

“Dymond!” shouted the second Angel Demol, his voice booming above the commotion of war.

She stopped on her path and joined her kin atop a slated roof top. His white wings glowed golden and folded onto his back, his long white robes ripped while a black harness wrapped around them. Demol let down his hood, his hair was short and blonde, dropped his golden blades onto his back and watched the two armies clash into each other.

Dymond paused for a moment, she looked into the distance to see Meko taking Blackluster to safety, “The Bloodline is safe.” she mentioned.

“I know” replied Demol, eyes locked on the town square.

Dymond looked back up to him, “Perhaps we should leave? Our duty is done, he is safe.” he seemed unphased by her words, and after a short period she asked “Demol?”

“We must end this. Now.” he then looked back towards the cliff on the south, “I will go finish them, you get the Paladins out of here.”

“We aren’t even meant to interfere, we have done enough!” complained Dymond responded to him.

Taking a step forward, Demol looked back round to her, “You know why we do this, Dymond. We do it because we must, get them out of here.”

She watched as Demol jumped from the roof and unfolded his wings, he soared into the skies towards Lestata’s cliff. Sighing to herself, she unfolded her own wings and made her way back down to the battle.


**Lestata**



As Bluefang descended back down the twitching leader looked into the air. High above she saw a shooting star fly over her head, covering her eyes from the sight she lost vision of it as it seemed to disappear into darkness. She hissed as her hand lowered from her face.

“My laaaady!” cried Bluefang from her rear, quickly Lestata spun round to see her subordinate staring straight forward, “Forgive meeee”.

She noticed a golden blade through the stomach of Bluefang, it left her messengers body causing it to flop to the ground. A golden figure stood triumphantly behind the corpse, giant white wings rose above its head. At the sight of this new enemy she hissed viscously at him as her eyes began to glow red once more.

“Guards!!! Guards protect me at once!” she announced, before smiling wickedly at Demol.

Smirking back the Angel eyed up his competition. Reaching round to his harness he raised his second blade and brought it up above his head, Lestata covered her face from the golden glow that iminated from the shining sword. Confidently he strolled forward with both weapons in hand as his wings swayed in the cold wind.

Attempting to stop him, two of Lestata’s guards flung themselves towards him raising their weapons, he blocked the first attack with one sword while cleanly cutting into the left soldier, spinning round he then sliced through back of the right. His wings now facing towards Lestata he threw his weapons into two onrushing shadow figures. They pierced the air like arrows into hies foes before retracting back into his hands. Within moments he grabed them and knelt down stabbing a figure to his left and one to his right. Before the blood even trickled onto his steel his wings gave flight as he soared into the air, plummeting down to Lestata. The Stormwind mage stood motionless as the two guards next to her fell lifeless to the floor.

“This ends now Lestata! Call your forces back, this is a fight you won’t win!” commanded the enraged Demol.

Laughing manically in the Angels face, she regained her composure, “This world will be burnt to the ground!” her laughter continued “And you can’t stop it!”

Roaring with anger, Demol pushed her off the cliff “Watch me.” he then removed his swords from her guards and crossed them over her falling body, cleanly removing the head, he looked down to see her eyes slightly dim from their vivid red, but the cackling laughter fall down with her.


**Merkava**



Cutting through the ranks of their possessed foe, Merkava stood side by side with Justicelight leading the charge. Despite their initial success, the chapel forces had been pushed back. The onslaught of shadows never ceased in its attack seeping into the village from every possible path and street.

It was then that she came. Dropping between the pair came a white robbed Angel, her glorious wings elegantly falling from her back. As she landed, Dymond slammed her staff onto the floor before spinning it around above her head, Merkava watched in awe as a great light erupted from her holy weapon. Blinding him he covered his eyes as shockwaves pulsed through the ground. He looked back to see the shadows vaporise into the air, returning his gaze to the Angel he saw her panting for breath. With a moments respite from the relentless horrors of the night, the paladin gave himself a rest.

“It is good to see your kind fighting alongside us!” announced Justicelight, “But only two? The others are dealing with other matters?”

Dymond turned to the Paladin leader, ignoring his question, “You must leave at once. You cannot fight this battle.”

Confused, Justicelight walked over to the Angel, “We shall stand and fight by your side against the darkness. Whatever reason you have for being here means we should be here too.” he protested, firmly gripping his sword.

“Tell your men to fall back, Justicelight of Light’s Hope Chapel. Your fight here is over. On the way to your home is someone of great importance. The Stormwind knight Blackluster was taken by one of your Paladins and is on his way their now.” she replied.

Hearing a familiar voice, Merkava then stopped forward, “Blackluster? He escaped Stormwind and made it here?” he asked.

Perking up with interest Justicelight stepped next to Merkava, “You know this knight? Who is he? Why is he important?”

Sighing at their ignorance, Dymond replied, “He is the last bloodline of Stray. The last hope you have, perhaps any of us have. Now go!” she screamed, “There isn’t much time.”

Justicelight dropped his sword in shock, “The bloodlines live? I thought they were but a rumour, hope at last, a salvation!” he then got on his knees as if to pray.

Dymond looked at him with contempt and rolled her eyes, suddenly a blue apparition drew out from her body and raised above the two Paladins, “Enough!” she screeched like a banshee, “Go! Leave this place!”

Upon hearing her terrifying voice Justicelight bowed his head, grabbed his sword and the two Paladins retreated. They marched to the centre of the village and the lead Paladin stood high on top of the fountain.

“By brave brothers and sisters! Well you have fought, and fight again you shall!” he yelled across the battlefield, “But this place is not that of our graves, fall back to the chapel for our duty this day is done!”

Slowly the Paladins backed out, many of the horses now bolted or slain they had to retreat on foot. As they made their way back up the hill out of the village the swam of shadows engulfed the city, Merkava looked back to see only darkness and a feint glow high above.


**Dymond**



Floating above the small town, Dymond looked down at the darkness surrounding Darrowshire. Streams of silver poured out as the Paladin army fell back leaving the paths to the mercy of the demonic hordes. She clung to her staff as Demol flew up beside her, joining her side above the town.

“It is done” he told her, “No more will come, only the ones below remain, the Paladins?” he asked.

“Gone, they know who he is. They will take care of him, what do we do now?” she inquired.

Demol smiled, “We take care of these, then we will see.”

Tiring of the fighting, Dymond quipped back “And how do you propose we do that? There’s far too many of them to continue fighting down there.”

“You disappoint me Dymond! Where is your sense of thrill and action!” jeered the charismatic Angel, “Follow me!”

She sighed as he plummeted through the air, his wings buckled in, allowing him to streamline his fall as he made for the centre of the town. Readying her staff, she flew down after him into the mass of shadows below. Slamming down into the dark army Demol’s two swords hit the ground vibrating heavily as his eyes began to turn white. A heavy golden glow grew around the Angel as his power focused into the swords.

Equally Dymond began to pulse a golden colour as her staff reached the ground, crossing over and pressing down against Demol’s blade. As the two focused their energies into their weapons and the shadows grew closer around them a great flash let out from the ground. An explosion of gold and silver blew across the town and a wave of energy blew through the enemy troops. After a few moments the glow dissipated and the two Angels dropped to the ground.

“See, that wasn’t too hard!” mocked Demol, breathing heavily.

Dymond looked at him narrowing her eyes, “That was beyond dangerous. Another stunt like that could get us both killed.”

Demol joked once more, “Relax, they were but minors, not even fully fledged demons. Heck they were weaker than even a human!” his tone then deepened as he turned to more serious matters, “But this is no time for rest. Come, I want to keep tabs on those Paladins.”

After a deep breath Dymond got up and the two glided up above the city. Below them lay only the shining armours of the Paladins who had fallen in their aid. The soldiers of darkness simply evaporated into the air and the town of Darrowshire fell silent once more.
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Re: A story of TW

#333 » Post by Wilcox » 03 Oct 2015 08:32

you need to add another wilcox pov chapter

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Re: A story of TW

#334 » Post by Dymond » 03 Oct 2015 12:43

OOO finally I get some action! Awesome job again Bluebell.
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Re: A story of TW

#335 » Post by Lestata of Kraljevo » 03 Oct 2015 17:21

No i will not join Willy in afterlife!!!! make me kill more ppl pls <3
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Re: A story of TW

#336 » Post by Bluebell » 13 Oct 2015 20:35

This is becoming longer than I anticipated...Also, see Gnurg, you're in more story! Lots of speech in this one

People in this chatper:

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Belendor
Kapernakiss
Roel
Crescendo
Kindzadza
Gorecleave
Rohan
Wilcox
Chasity
Blackluster
Teraan
Bluebell
Stray
Marick
Nyeriah

Gnurg
Eisen
Ragnorak
Demol
Dymond
Justicelight
Merkava
HappyPanda


Chapter 19 – Pieces in motion

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**Belendor**
Opening his eyes slowly, the dark Prince of the Horde looked around to see an unfamiliar setting. He rubbed his face attempting to wake himself up only to widen his gaze. Looking around he found himself inside a chapel, slowly it came to him that he was inside Light's Hope Chapel, the shrine of the Holy Order of Paladins. As his hand came fully into vision, Belendor realised it was no longer tainted black or his Horde red, but a gleaming silver infused with small gems. Shocked he inspected his glove, following the armour all the way over his body, his whole battle suit was seemingly changed. The only constant that remained was the jewel that hung from his neck behind his armour. Just then, some soldiers seemed to enter. Belendor quickly hid behind the wooden altar at the end of the room, just in front of a large picture of Dalaran.

“The war will soon be lost” said one of the entrants, Belendor peered round to try see who.

A second void then emerged and pointed at the long wooden table in the centre, “It cannot be over. How many soldiers can they truly send? We can hold.”

Belendor watched closely, and realised one of the Paladins to be Justicelight, “I sense a darkness is coming, more than just the forces of Silvermoon. A foe like we have never met leads them.”

Pointing on the map, Belendor heard a third voice but could not make out the sounds. However he then realised he could chop off the head of the Horde's newest enemy. Reaching for his sword he quickly ran towards them.

“For the Horde!” he yelled running at the table with his sword held aloft.

The group seemed unphased. He swung violently into Justicelight, yet his blade passed straight through the High Paladin. Watching in shock Belendor gasped as they ignore him, pointing at the map on the table and discussing the future. They seemed worried, but not of him. Suddenly, he felt a warmth to his rear and turned to see the picture on the warm engulfed in flames. He covered his face as the flames spread throughout the chapel. Strangely, the fire seemed to come from inside the painting itself. To his astonishment a dark figure walked towards him from inside the city in the painting. He couldn't help but stare closer as it drew nearer, as he stepped towards it the figure seemed to come out of the painting.

“Belendor” said an eerie voice, causing him to stumble back, “Belendor!” it repeated.

The dark Paladin quickly scuttled back, he ran past the still ignorant hosts and into the main room. His breath quickened as he panted in fear, turning around to see if it followed him. After a few moments, the dark figure appeared again in the hallway, following him, flames reaching around the chapel as the hooded foe approached.

“Belendor!” echoed throughout the chapel, from every angle his name was called.

Panicking, Belendor sprinted for the exit, the sun gleaming through the stein glass windows he reached the arcing wooden door, sunlight illuminating the path. Upon reaching salvation the door bolted shut, slamming in his face. A great howl could be heard as the light outside dimmed, the stein glass windows darkened and candles one by one went out. He looked up to see only one light, the violent flames of the oncoming storm. A howl swooped round the chapel only to be replaced by the creeping fire as the black cloaked stranger walked towards him.

“What do you want!” he screamed, “Who are you? Tell me!” he drew his sword once more and faced the oncoming figure.

“Belendor!” it murmured back, “What have you done?”

The Horde leader dropped his sword in shock, “Ka...Kapernakiss?!”

Within a second of her name being called, the priest jumped in front of Belendor, her eyes glowing inside the hood, her face whitened. Despite the surrounding flames he felt a strong chill come over him as she stated straight through him. Raising her hand she then placed it directly on his chest, on top of the gem of his necklace. She then looked up into his eyes and Belendor began to tremble with fear. Shrieking in a high pitch voice she pushed him back, the door flew open and he landed outside.

“Is this the world you want?” she asked unseen.

Belendor looked around, flames sprung up throughout the countryside. Looking up he saw the sky dark, clouds covering the heavens as lightning streaked down. Jumping back he avoided a Paladin plummet to the floor and die in front of him.

“Why do you torment me? What is this hell that you show?” he plead to the priest.

Kapernakiss then shot in front of him once more, “This world will burn!” she yelled before disappearing.

Belendor then noticed his armour was now black, replacing the silver of before. His chest felt heavy as he watched the fires rage around him. Looking round he saw no one, yet could hear fighting in the distance, cries for help and pain bellowed within the fires.

“What do you want?” he asked, looking around, “What is this all?”

He then seemed to hear nothing as if deafened. The cries for help stopped. The thunder of the skies stopped. The burning sound of destruction stopped. Everything stopped until a weeping sound filled the air. Confused he looked around to see crouched down a priest crying back within the chapel, surrounded by fire.

Covering his face, the horde Paladin braved the flames to go back in, blistering heat covering him and the sound of tears growing louder as he came closer, almost unbearable as he reached the kneeling priest. Tapping her on the shoulder the sound stopped. She paused for a moment, her hands covering her face before turning to him.

“Belendor...” said Kapernakiss, “What have you done?” she asked, her gaze staring into Belendor's eyes, the knight suddenly became frozen from cold as the two looked at each other, suddenly she yelled louder “What have you done?!”.

With this question she disappeared once more, the outside erupted in noise again and Belendor jumped as the world around him came alive with sound. He dropped to his knees covering his ears as the strain of it all became too much.

“Sir! Sir!” yelled an excited voice, “Sir wake up! News from Stormwind!” it yelled, breaking Belendor's slumber.

“What? What?! What!” snapped Belendor, looking up from his bed, “Where am I? Who are you? Where is she?”

Pausing for a moment, MadPanda replied, “Sir, you slept in. We have word from Stormwind, Gorecleave informs us of reinforcements to lead a campaign against...”

“Against Light Hope's Chapel?” interrupted Belendor, rubbing his eyes and clambering from his bed.

“Quite”, continued his guard, “He sends us an army of his own kin to command. As well as orders to request more troops from Arockalypse in Orgrimmar.”

Belendor now began to locate his armour, “Right, ready the troops and we”

“They are ready” replied his guard.

“Ok, well we will leave for noon and” instructed Belendor.

“It is past noon sir” he received his answer.

Now agitated, “Whatever! Just, get out! I'll be ready soon” commanded Belendor pointing out of his tent.

His guard then bowed “At once, sir.” and left, leaving a scroll on a nearby table with instructions from Gorecleave.

The dark Paladin then sat back down on his bed, some of his armour hanging from his body. He put his head in his hand and rubbed his forehead, his mind pulsating in pain.
**Gnurg**
Sitting inside the grand hall of Stormwind's keep, the former Admiral of Stormwind's fleet sat on a newly carved chair beside the main throne. Bored, her face was held up by her arm, elbow on her knee propping herself up. She wore a long, elegant dress with white tassels down, and a bow in her blonde hair. Her second in command, Eisen, stood next to her. He suddenly stood upright as the doors creaked open down the hallway.

Ragnorak then emerged in the distance, he strolled up the path triumphantly with his axe in hand, smiling as he saw Gnurg on the chair. He raised his eyebrow as she slumped on it. In response, she sighed, rolled her eyes and sat up to attention, bringing a bigger smile to the Horde war chief.

Taking to his seat, he asked her “What do you think to your city?”

“You made me wear a dress.” she muttered back. => sounds like something I'd say

“And it looks great on you.” he grinned at her, “But tell me, what do you think of your city now?” his hand hovered over his axe.

Looking at his hand, she sighed once more, “A great improvement. A job well done Lord Ragnorak. Thank you for freeing us from the oppressive Rohan.”

“Haha!” he bellowed in delight, “Your sarcasm really does amuse me. Perhaps one day I shall grow tired of it. Fear that day does not come.”

“Whatever.” she replied, slouching back in her chair, Eisen looked worried stood next to her.

“You should be lucky I spared you. I could have cut you down where you stood. Then again perhaps I should thank you, your people thank you, for sparing their lives. Your surrender was the right move, we need not kill all of your Alliance scum.” he mocked at her.

The frustrated Alliance leader simply gritted her teeth, sighed and nodded back in acknowledgement. Eisen placed his hand on her shoulder, she looked up at him and gave a half smile.

“Enough of the banter!” commanded Ragnorak, “Where is Gorecleave? The council meeting is due to start!”

Economist then stepped in, “He has left the city my Lord. He said he had other matters to attend to.”

“Left?!” asked Ragnorak, “Well good riddance! He was annoying me anyway.” the room then went quiet, they looked at each other in case the Demon Lord heard them.

“Shall we continue my Lord?” asked Economist.

“Yes yes.. carry on with your wittering and boredom” replied the war chief.

Economist then bowed, “Very well. The crops seem to be slowly being reaped, the villagers becoming more complicit now the siege has lifted.”

Ragnorak began to yawn in his chair as the meeting progressed. Waving his hand to speed the discussion up as his councillors discussed boring matters.

“We have also had reports of a rebel group forming” mentioned Economist, causing Ragnorak to take an interest.

“Rebels you say?” he asked, “Tell me of these rebels.” he now sat fully up from his seat.

Stuttering a moment, Economist continued, “A group of what we think are a division of Ironforge soldiers, with a few locals of Stormwind. Nothing to worry about I can assure you sir. They have simply left a few posters up and disrupted some patrols. Everything else is running as pla...”

“Find them!” demanded the Horde leader, “Double the patrols, no, triple them! I want as many Horde warriors marching the streets of Stormwind as we can muster. Put the fear into any citizen and tear down those posters. Let them know what happens to those who side with the rebels!”

Pausing for a moment, the advisor replied, “It may not be wise to antagonise sire, they are but a very small minority. Perhaps we should..”

“Do not tell me what to do you worm!” bellowed Ragnorak in response, “Who was it who conquered the mighty Stormwind hm? The pitiful Economist whose name no one will remember? No! It was Ragnorak the great who stormed the walls and broke the Alliance's back! Triple the patrols by tonight. I want guards on every street.”

Gnurg began to laugh at his outrage and tried to cover her face as Economist replied, “Yes sir. At once.”

Turning to Gnurg, the angered Stormwind King jeered “What do you laugh for little one? A thought that an Alliance scum has more bravery than you? It seems there are others out there with more spirit who do not give in. But no matter, I shall soon dispense of them. Perhaps we can find a nice dress for this foe from Ironforge as well?”
**Merkava**
Approaching Light Hope's Chapel the Paladins put the darkness of Darrowshire behind them. Many of their brothers and sisters had fallen to the terrors of the night, and yet all they could speak of was the magnificent light show they had seen. Devout for their entire lives, many never believed they would see an Angel so closely, not least ones exhuming such power.

Reaching the camp the battalion began to dismount or simply walk back to their tents. Those who had remained to keep watch rushed to greet them and help them back in, biting their tongues yet desperately wanting to know what had unfolded at the small town. Merkava assisted those around him, but then noticed an absence of their leader. After a few moments of searching, he saw the golden gleam from his armour in the distance overlooking a cliff face. Walking over to him, his old friend seemed to be looking to the skies.

“Justice?” he asked, “Are you not to help us with the unpacking?”

“The others can handle it” he replied solemnly.

Getting closer, Merkava spoke once more, “Then join us for celebrations? A victory at last over the darkness? Is this not the day you have been waiting for?”

Ignoring him Justicelight answered back “They're out there still. Up there, watching us. When will they come show us the path? Lead us into battle once more. It was almost as if they did not want us there to help them.” he then turned round to see Merkava next to him, “Right, celebrations. A night to remember my friend! Come let us join the others.”

Merkava's eyebrow raised at the sudden change of tone, it was as if he was hiding his worries under a façade of joy. Nodding back, the two then began walking towards the camp away from the cliff, until a scream pierced their ears causing the two to look back to the cliff.

Where they had just been now stood a white figure dressed in glorious robes. She removed her hood to reveal long golden hair, a great light blinded their eyes for a moment, and a second figure seemed to be sat behind her upon a rock. Giant wings reached out from her back spanning across the landscape, before she folded them back out of sight. Moments later Justicelight ran up to her and knelt down to pray at her feet.

“I knew you would come back!” he said joyfully, “What is our bidding?”

“Get up” commanded Dymond, ushering the Paladin to his feet, “You act the fool yet you know your role.” she told him.

Merkava stood watching perplexed by both the two strangers and his friend's constant mood switching. Checking out the Angel he looked her up and down, before his eyes darted to the figure in the background. The second Angel seemed to ignore the Paladins, and simply be sharpening a golden blade, its wings still fluttering in the wind.

Rising to his feet, Justicelight asked, “What now? More of you will come?”

Dymond sighed and turned around to the night sky, “I am afraid not brave ones. The Arch Angel has decreed that no Angels are to leave Dalaran, and we must not get involved with the politics of TrueWoW.”

“He is not an Arch Angel!” snapped Demol from the background, pointing his sword at Dymond, the two looked at each other and he returned to sharpening his blade.

“With Nyeriah's disappearance, as I'm sure you are aware Justicelight, the council takes order of the city. After the Guardians of Stormwind and Orgrimmar fell, Kindzadza took control of the city. Upon his wish you are to be left alone.” she continued.

Justicelight nodded, “Of bits I knew, the whispers from the painting grew silent day on day. But yet you came?”

Turning back to face the two Paladins, “And yet we came.” her hands clasped behind her back, “We now cannot remain. Perhaps we have done too much. Demol was the first to leave”.

She signalled back to the Angel behind her, “You have my thanks” bowed Justicelight, leaving only a grunt from Demol in response.

“I left soon after to find him. We knew the people of TrueWoW would need our help. We watched the last chance of humanity struggle, and when we realised the power of man itself would not save him we acted.” she told them.

“The bloodline?” asked Justicelight.

“Correct.” Dymond replied, “He is your hope. A forgotten relic from an ancient time, he can set things in motion to bring about your salvation. The salvation for us all. You know this yet you shy from the truth, Justicelight. Do you not?”

Justicelight looked at his feet ashamed in response. He often hid himself from the truths that no one else knew, the burden of destiny was too much for him to handle (missing verb?). Behind his zealous nature he knew what the future held.

“Ok that's great” announced Merkava stepping forward during the pause of speech, “But what in Roel's name happened back there? That was no Horde army, Demons maybe? And yet you disposed of them with such ease!” he asked about the battle of Darrowshire.

Dymond swapped her gaze to the confused Paladin, “Ah, Merkava of Stormwind. Chasity spoke highly of you, let us hope you can live up to her praise. Those things you saw at Darrowshire were not Horde nor Demons. They were once people like you, the villagers of all the towns from Stormwind until here. It is a miracle the bloodline did not meet any until now. They are far weaker than any Demon, twisted people corrupted by the darkness. Some can barely walk while others have superior strength. The darkness grips people differently to others. Nevertheless, unless we act, it is the fate that will dawn upon all humans. A lifetime of servitude to the Demon King.”

Still confused, Merakva paused for a moment, “So, wait. Just wait. We knew Darrowshire had become corrupted, their people relinquishing their souls to darkness. But for..””

“And yet you did nothing!” snapped Demol once more, Dymond signalled with her hand for him to calm down causing him to turn away.

“We did not know how to act. We thought they were just people, worshipping the darkness. Never in our nightmares did we believe them to be contorted from their humanity. And the bloodline you speak of? Blackluster? The one we saved?” asked Merkava.

“You saved? Quite.” replied Dymond, “That is how it all starts. The power of the Angels is linked to the belief in it. We feed off your worship, your religion keeps us going, makes us stronger. The demons feed off the same energy, and to enhance it they corrupt the mind and spirit of their victims. Where those fall, the body soon follows.”

Justicelight then returned to the conversation, “So what now wise ones? We protect the bloodline here, and you help us again for the incoming battle?”

Demol stopped sharpening his swords, his ears perked up yet he did not turn. Dymond then began to look at the floor with sorrow.

“We cannot help you again. You shall stand alone.” she told them, “This I can tell you. A great army musters in the north.”

Merkava interrupted “Yes, we know. Marick of Silvermoon gathers his troops to march against us, his attacks have grown stronger as the days have gone by.”

Dymond shook her head, “You do not understand. They will launch everything they have at you. The Demon King himself has learnt of the bloodline's location and commanded the Silvermoon army to wage a full scale assault upon your sanctuary.”

Proudly Justicelight spoke up, his fist clenching in the air, “Then we shall hold! They have not broken us. Let us show them the full might that the light can show!”

Once again Dymond shook her head at the Paladin's ignorance, “From the South fully fledged demons, far stronger than those of Darrowshire are to meet up with the dark prince Belendor. Legions of Gorecleave's own men join him in this fight. To the West, soon will set sail the remaining forces of Orgrimmar and Thunderbluff. Three armies converge on you.”

Shocked, the two Paladins fell silent, before Justicelight restored his pride, “The children of light shall not fail! Will you not stand with us?” he asked.

“We have done too much” told Dymond, as Demol scoffed in disagreement and returned to his swords.

Upset the lead Paladin asked, “Then tell us what we must do?”

“Very well. That I can tell you. But you already know. When the armies of darkness come you must hold. Only then can the bloodline escape, in the heigh of danger they will be focused on your own destruction rather than their mission. There is a third of us who left Dalaran. Find Doctor among the ruined city of Ahrin Qiraj” she instructed the pair.

Speaking once more, Merkava blinked and asked “Are you crazy? In the middle of a battle you want us to smuggle the fool Blackluster between not one, but three armies?! And then travel across two continents into the deserts of Slithirus? Into an ancient Angel city? I thought that place was but a myth! No one has been there in centuries!”

Dymond then put her hand up to silence the protesting Paladin, “Before that, you must find another bloodline. The line of Discarnate runs within the Horde council. Go to Ashenvale and you shall find the Paladin Teraan leading the Horde rebellion, still loyal to your cause.”

In disbelief Mekrava laughed “And then you want us to go into Horde territory and deal with those traitors to the light?!”

Dymond smiled, the journey will be difficult, she turned to Justicelight, “You know where the final bloodline lies.”

Justicelight remained quiet, Merkava turned to him, “What does she mean? Who is it? I thought hope was lost, Bluebell's line fell with Wilcox at Theramore? He lived?”

Breaking his silence, Justicelight looked up at her, his eyes narrowed “We cannot. I will not. She is forsaken, lost to us.”

Merkava remained confused, Dymond then grew in stature and a blue outline arose around the angel's body. Her voice became a loud screech as the wind blew violently into the two Paladins causing them to cover their faces.

“You will do your duty Justice of Light's Hope Chapel. Within the ruins of Undercity the final bloodline of hope takes home. Take Blackluster to her. Find Crescendo for it the only way.” she then resumed to her normal pose.

Frightened, Merkava looked up to see Demol now stood up facing the cliff, he jumped off it, only to then be seen again flying up. Dymond looked at Justicelight with conviction, giant wings sprung from her back and she turned to join Demol in the skies.

Justicelight still refused to speak as the two went back to the camp, Merkava finally asked him, “What is in Undercity? Who do we seek?”

He sighed back at him, “The warlocks. Those who abandoned the light. The bloodline of Bluebell falls to the warlock leader Crescendo. That is another story. For now, we must call Paladins from across the land. The army of light must prepare for its final stand.”
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Re: A story of TW

#337 » Post by Justicelight » 13 Oct 2015 23:43

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#338 » Post by Blacklustersoldier » 13 Oct 2015 23:54

Interesting chapter :o

PS I didn't run away scared anywhere, I was just retreating to rethink my strategy and keel stuff!
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#339 » Post by Wilcox » 14 Oct 2015 00:14

spoiler: wilcox gets revived by the light

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#340 » Post by Justicelight » 14 Oct 2015 00:56

I'll run out of battery when I reach you Wilcox ( /train, chuuchuu) :(.


Great chapter Blu :*
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#341 » Post by Chasity » 14 Oct 2015 01:25

Nice chapter - good job :)
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#342 » Post by Bluebell » 21 Oct 2015 16:30

New chapter! Lots of talking, taking it a bit slow...

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Meko
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Testera
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Chapter 20: A test of faith

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**Blackluster**


After calming down from the terrors of Darrowshire, Blackluster now found himself inside Light's Hope Chapel, sat at the head of a long table. Around him stood multiple heavily armoured Paladins dressed in silver and gold, amongst a rainbow of supporting colours such as purple and blue. They seemed to not pay attention to him and be busy arguing amongst themselves, causing him to drift his eyes around the room. He noticed great long windows with stein glass patterns, the moon glistened into the building through their narrow slits. Beneath them a long tapestry covered the wall crafted from fine silk, he tried to look closer but could not make out the story it told. Above sat a chandelier but it seemed old and unused. Behind him was the ancient picture of Dalaran, city of the Angels, but before he could turn to look one of the Paladins noticed he was awake.

“Brothers!” said Meko, “Do you forget that we have a guest? Forget your squabbling and let us talk with him!”

Blackluster then flinched as the horde of Paladins surrounded him, each one staring at him up and down. Gripping his chair he nervously smiled back at them.

“I don't like him.” said a tall Paladin at the back named Geolex, “As soon as he showed up, so did those shadows knights, and more than ever!” other Paladins nodded in agreement.

Pushing past them, Justicelight spoke up, “Do you even know who this is? Any of you?”

They all looked at each other and shrugged. Blackluster bit his tongue in anticipation.

“A fool from Stormwind!” shouted Merkava causing laughter in the group.

“The same could be said for you my friend” smiled Justicelight, “A fool? Perhaps. From Stormwind? That much is certain. But this man that you see before you is no agent of darkness. He is the last of the bloodlines, son of Stray the great builder. He has come to us as the prophecy foretold” he then pointed at the tapestry on the wall.

Everyone then faced the wall, Blackluster looked with them and Meko took a torch to inspect closer. He could still not make out the images, other than a few golden explosions and what seemed to be black and red patches. However he did notice a bit at the end had been torn off.

After looking at the cloth for a while, Geolex was the first to face Justicelight and Blackluster once more, “But how do we know that he is the one?” he asked, “Demons are known for their tricks and deceptions!”

Nodding back, Justicelight replied, “The Angels would not lie, it was upon their word.”

Eagerly Meko joined the conversation, “The attack on Darrowshire was against him, the Angels went to save him!”

Geolex then stared at Meko, “Or perhaps the Angels went to stop him? Perhaps we should stop him? “ he drew his sword and placed it against Blackluster's neck.

The Stormwind knight closed his eyes and felt the blade rub the hairs on his neck. Raising his head the tip sliced gently onto him and the cold steel sent shivers throughout his body. After a few seconds the sword was lowered and he heard the Paladin seethe it back before walking away. Blackluster's breath hastened and he dare not open his eyes.

He then heard another voice amongst the crowd, a softer one than the gritty paladins, “I thought the bloodlines were but a myth? Or gone from history at the very least?” asked the priest Testera.

“Most, yes” replied Justicelight, “But a few remain, the legends are true. Although most are lost to us, three true bloods still remain. And one sits right there, the key to our salvation.”

Opening one of his eyes Blackluster saw Justicelight pointing towards him, everyone then began to look at him as well. Suddenly, his eyes shot open as Geolex dashed in front of his chairs, he gripped the arms of it tightly and peered down. His eyes stared right into Blackluster's, he could feel the cold on his breath.

“Prove it! I say we make him prove it!” he told both the Stormwind knight and the group together, cheers behind him erupted at his suggestion.

Meko then pulled the enraged Geolex away, “I'm sure he can prove it. Can't you? Go on” he smiled at Blackluster.

Worried, he tried to think. Desperately his mind attempted to come up with an idea. Anything that would help. He was not even sure himself of all of this. Maybe they were right, the legends were simply that.

“Well?” snapped the Geolex impatiently.

“I..I cannot” he finally answered.

Meko then looked at the floor, his face gave in to disappointment. Blackluster sank further into his chair. He bit his tongue once more and the room turned back into arguments. Before closing his eyes he saw them pointing angrily at each other, or to him.

Upon closing his eyes, he returned to darkness. He began to shake as the nightmare of Darrowshire came into his mind. Tossing and turning he gripped onto his chair as horrors plagued his mind. He remembered the shadows, the journey into the town and the one that grabbed his arm. His mind drifted then to the figure that crashed through the ceiling of the inn, the wink it gave him and the streaks of gold that flashed around the village. Then it came to him.

“Wait!” he shouted, opening his eyes, “I can! I think. I have something” he checked his backpack and unveiled the horn that Fjord had given him back in Stormwind.

As it was placed upon the table in front of him he heard the group gasp. A beaming smile strung itself across his face as they inspected it. Justicelight picked it up and took a closer look. Waiting in anticipation, the surrounding Paladins eagerly looked to their leader's judgement.

After a few moments checking it out, he lowered the horn and looked back at them, “It's what you think it is” he nodded, “The horn of the Arch Angel from Stormwind itself.”

Meko smiled as Blackluster sighed and relaxed in his chair. Slouching slightly he looked back up to see the chandelier swinging gently, it seemed to comfort him. His attention was soon returned as Geolex slammed down onto the table.

“Anyone could have taken that! Stolen it from the cathedral of Stormwind! It's now swarming with demon scum, why should we believe him?” he angrily argued.

Stepping into the conversation Testera asked, “And you think our Stormwind brothers and sisters would give it up so easily Paladin? I am sure Merkava left it in capable hands.” he looked at the Alliance Paladin.

“Well..I mean Fjord isn't the best. But he would not let such a thing fall into enemy hands easily.” he assured them.

“See?” confidently spoke Testera, “He is the one.”

Shaking his head and grabbing the horn, Geolex then thrust it into Blackluster's chest. The frightened warrior grabbed it with both hands as he felt the Paladin push him backwards. Geolex then stepped aside and motioned with his hand for Blackluster to try the horn.

“If he truly is, he can blow the horn.” he said.

“Don't be foolish Geolex!” mocked Meko, “Only one with the Light can use it!”

“Fool? You call me a fool young one?” he scoffed, pushing Meko to the side, “And you think a true child of the bloodline would not be able to use it? One born of light itself? Blow the horn to let us see your true nature, Blackluster of Stormwind.”

Hesitating, he looked at the horn. It was long and white, with golden letters inscribed into it from a language he did not understand. Attached to it was a golden string, while silver rings wrapped around it at various stages. Geolex then drew closer, his fearsome glare reminding Blackluster of his instruction.

Taking a deep breath, the Stormwind knight placed the horn against his lips. He closed his eyes a final time and blew into the horn with all his might. No sound came out and panic took over his body once more. He dropped the artefact onto the table and sat back. Frightened, he looked straight forward and began to think about his life, he had left Stormwind when it was under siege. He could have run away and made himself safe somewhere else. Or perhaps stayed with his friends, he should have fought and died defending those he loved. Becoming lost in thought, he then zoned back in to realise he was not dead yet, Geolex was no longer snarling, the group were in fact staring in his direction with astonishment stricken across their faces.

Thinking to himself again, he figured out they were not looking at him past his chair behind him. Turning around he saw the giant picture of Dalaran, its golden frame glistening in the moonlit room. Around it, blue gems sparkled on and off together, it seemed to be this that the Paladins and Priests were staring at.

“I apologise, sir.” said Geolex, Blackluster then turned to see him kneeling by the chair, “Forgive me.”

“I guess...sure?” said Blackluster slightly confused by the turn of events.

“There you have it. I hope your worries are qualmed.” said Justicelight, picking the horn up from the desk.

As the others rushed to talk with Blackluster or outside to spread the word, Merkava asked, “And now that they know, what next?”

Justicelight took the horn in both hands and looked at it, “Now we tell the others”.

**Arockalypse**


Once the news from Stormwind had reached the capital, the leader of Orgrimmar had authorised parties in the streets. All around the city carnivals in the honour of the conquering Horde army danced as little by little the soldiers of the war were permitted to come home. With one of the many nights of festivities drawing to a close, a downpour commenced silencing the bonfires causing Arockalypse to retire. As thunder crashed throughout the skies and lightning began to streak down, he headed for his hovel accompanied by royal council guards. Approaching, he noticed a light was gleaming from his window, he could just about make it out behind the veil of rain that began hammering onto the big city.

Entering the house, he motioned his guards to ready their swords. Opening the door a dark figure was hiding in the shadows, facing against the wall. His guards looked at each other and nodded, they gently pushed Arockalypse to the other side of the room and began walking around to the intruder.

“Is that any way to greet an old friend?” asked a voice from the shadows.

Arockalypse pushed past his cautious guards, “Belendor? By Roel is that you?”

Belendor entered the light causing the two guards to lower their weapons. The two Horde leaders embraced each other and patted themselves on the back. After a few moments the pair let go and separated, Arockalypse then pointed towards the door.

“You may leave. The night is young, enjoy yourselves and do not worry for me. I am safe” he told his guards, they bowed and left the two alone, “So good friend, what brings you home? The war is over I hear?”

“I'm afraid not” replied the Paladin, a slight smile creeping across his face as Arocklypse poured two drinks.

Turning to him as he poured, Arockalypse asked “No? Who is left to fight? A complete victory for Ragnorak and our new compatriot Gorecleave I thought? Please, sit” he then motioned towards two chairs near a fire.

Sitting down, Belendor told him, “That is why I'm here. For our next.” he paused for a moment, and then grabbed the drink, “Mission, shall I say.”

“Mission?” asked Arockalypse, as he reached down to set the fire.

Before he could ask any further Belendor jumped forward “Stop! Don't.” Arockalypse looked back in shock, “Sorry, forgive me. I do not like fire. Please, let us sit in the dim light.”

Rising back up and sitting opposite him, Arockalypse mocked him, “The great Paladin of the Horde afraid of fire! Who would have thought!”

“Yes, quite” gritted Belendor, “Now, we must march North, muster as many men as you can.”

With the glass still at his mouth, the Orgrimmar leader carefully asked his friend, “North? What lies there but wasteland. That is Marick's domain, we nominated he has control of Silvermoon. He reports of no activity. Unless, the Paladins? You mean to attack the chapel itself?”

Nodding back Belendor then answered “Correct. They are loyal to the Angels and the Alliance. By extension that makes them our enemies.”

“Have you gone mad?!” spewed Arockalypse, “That is a holy place! You and Kapernakiss trained there together!”

Belendor twitched at the mention of her name, noticing this Arockalypse hid behind his glass slightly. Outside the rain continued to pour down as lightning occasionally lit up the small house, illuminating the two leaders. Silence commanded the room for a while as they sat sipping their drinks, only to be interrupted by the raging thunder outside. Upon finishing his drink, Belendor finally spoke up.

“It is as commanded. The next objective is the thorn in our side known as Light's Hope Chapel.” he told Arockalypse.

“As commanded?” scoffed Arockalypse, “By whom?”

Pausing again, Belendor looked across the room, a flash of lightning revealed his eerie eyes as they began to glow a ruby red, “Gorecleave.”

Laughing back, Arockalypse inquired “Oh? He calls the shots does he? Is that what you mean by our side? You mean his side? Since when did Horde warriors. Our brothers. Die for the deeds of an outsider? To further another man's agenda?”

The Paladin's voice deepened and the thunder began to crackle louder, “It would be wise to follow his lead. His plan will soon come to a conclusion. Ragnorak has lent his aid, as has Marick. I suggest you follow through with our agreement.”

“Oh you think so do you? I do not like your tone Belendor.” he then turned to the window, looking over his city now drenched in rain, “Perhaps you should leave.”

Belendor then got up from his chair, the candle light blew out giving way to complete darkness. It creaked as he rose to his feet, Arockalypse continued looking out the window. As the Paladin walked towards it, the blackness masking him, yet the reflection showed his red gleaming eyes. The Orgrimmar leader could not help but look into them as they approached, slightly horrified by the sight yet still intrigued. He then shivered as he felt a hand placed upon his shoulder and press heavily down.

“Perhaps” whispered Belendor, as Arockalypse could feel the chill of his voice whistle into his ears, “But not without your army.”

Snapping back Arockalypse knocked Belendor's hand down. “I feel I have no choice in the matter. Do I?”

Smiling back, Belendor simply said, “Do any of us, really?”

Sighing, Arockalypse replied, “I think we do Belendor. Let us end this, all of it. It has gone too far, Ragnorak's campaign against Rohan of Stormwind was one thing, but now this? Ragnorak would not condone such a thing, and nor would you. What would Virdo say? Or Kapernakiss? Let us end this!”

Once again the sound of her name caused him to tremble, he grabbed Arockalypse by both arms and stared into his eyes. Arockalypse could feel him shake, it was not anger, nor fear, but something else. His eyes darkened and his gaze narrowed, his grip seemed to tighten as his hands squeezed even more.

“Do not mention her!” he shouted.

“I know you miss her. We all do. But think of her! Think of what we have lost, and for what? We are losing who we are, and to become what? Where will it go?” said Arockylspe trying to soothe him.

Belendor's grip lessened and he looked to the ground, his head began to shake, his eyes seemed to return to their natural green “Miss her? No. No. I see her every night. In my dreams. She is there. Always. Constantly coming.” his voice was scattered and changing in tone.

“I know old friend” said Arockalypse, gently placing his hand on Belendor's shoulder, “Her death was something we could not see coming.”

“Perhaps she did not see it” he smiled menacingly, “She certainly did not see my sword pierce her”.

Arockalypse suddenly gasped, “What? You? You killed her? Belendor?!”

Realising what he had said, his hands jolted back to their positions and pressed onto Arockalypse's arms. He looked back up quickly and widened his eyes, there was a stammer in his voice and shivering took hold of his body.

“Enough talking! She was against us! Now enough! Have me that army ready!” he demanded.

“Belendor what are you saying? Against us? Who is us? Who are you?” asked the shocked leader.

Letting go and gently pushing him back, Belendor walked towards the door. He opened it, allowing rain to filter inside, he then turned to Arockalypse, the red gleam in his eyes glowed brightly once more.

“I am Belendor, strongest of all Paladins. And soon I shall prove it. Bring us that army, for soon we march upon Light's Hope chapel.” he commanded.

Slamming the door behind him he left Arockalypse alone in the darkness. Still shaking with fear he leaned down to the fire and set it ablaze. Thinking deeply he was concerned with the path the Horde were taking, yet was powerless to do anything but push them along it. Looking out the window the night was dark and cloudy with no stars to light the way. Thunder and lightning continued as he looked into the fire.

**Merkava**


Following Justicelight up the stone stairs the backdrop of noise faded. Around the spirals they went until they reached the bell tower once more. The wind was fierce and blew into them, Merkava covered his face.

“The night is good!” shouted Justicelight, barely audible above the loud weather, “This wind will carry the noise well.” he joked.

“What do you mean?” asked Merkava looking over the now busy camp.

Holding the horn up, Justicelight showed Merkava the relic, “Was a joke, my friend. The sound is not physical. It is a mental one to us all.”

Merkava nodded back, “I think I understand, but you will blow it? Who will hear but us?”

Smiling back at him, Justicelight replied “My friend. All around the world there are Paladins that hide in fear. Paladins that fight alone or those that fight amongst enemies. Tonight they will hear the sound and come. From all over the world they will come to defend the chapel against what ever horrors come against us.”

The wind threw itself into the two as they stood high up above the ground, “What will they hear? What could possibly make them come all this way to die?”

“Hope” said Justicelight, “They will hear hope.” he then blew the horn, causing all the Paladins to cease their actions, only Blackluster heard nothing, looking around confused as those around him looked up.

**Belendor**


Walking through the city Belendor pushed aside those walking into him. Covering their faces the villagers fled the horrendous weather that had brought their parties to an end. Lightning crackled down, even setting a small house on fire. Unphased by the downpour, the Paladin strode forward to his company. Reaching a small portion of cover he came to his men.

“What did he say?” asked MadPanda from under the cover.

“It matters not what he said. He will help.” told Belendor as he got on top of his mount.

“Very well.” replied MadPanda, “Do we take shelter here or ride for the crossroads Inn?”

Looking up to the night sky, Belendor instructed, “We ride for the port of Ratchet. Gorecleave's followers will meet us there by sail. The weather...it does not bother me.”

Nodding in response, MadPanda motioned to the rest of the group that they were heading back. Horses then left the locks and splashed through puddles past Belendor.

“Did you hear that?” asked Belendor.

MadPanda looked at him, “Sir?”

“The noise!” he yelled, “It was so...I swear I heard it, did you not?”

Shaking his head, MadPanda told him “No sir, perhaps just the night. Maybe we should take a rest? It has been a long journey.”

Belendor then snapped back at him “No! We continue, go.” MadPanda nodded and walked on with the rest, “Did any of you hear it? He asked the Belendorian guard.

They all shook their heads back at him as his hands gripped the reins of his horse. Out of Orgrimmar's gate the company went as Belendor sat under the cover still. Rain slammed into the fabric above as he looked back up into the night sky. It was loud yet seemed faint, must be nothing he thought. As the last horse began to leave his view, he thrust the reins forward and his mount followed the others to meet with the army of demons.
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Re: A story of TW

#343 » Post by Wilcox » 21 Oct 2015 18:10

wtf geoalex speaks english in this story

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Re: A story of TW

#344 » Post by Blacklustersoldier » 21 Oct 2015 19:07

why am I being portrayed as a scared warrior D:
I am a might protection warrior, I should've shield slammed geoalex out of LHC

but nice chapter, I'm curious to see what comes next
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#345 » Post by testeromir » 23 Oct 2015 00:12

I should have made into the story as warlock Proghaan! Not lame priest Testera.
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