Defense of the Ancients Part I- The Call of Battle
29th April, unable to connect to beloved game server. In boredom and frustration wrote this for all players of DotA, to shu1 fa1 xin1 zhong1 bei1 fen4.
And so it came once more. Malfurion knew it by the sick colour of the sky, the unsettling wind and the trees that whispered uneasiness among themselves. He could sense it, a coppery taste even from where he stood deep in the heart of the forest. The river carries the message once more through its dreary flow.
[Data:
Malfurion (Prophet):- A beyond representative of the Night Elves. Malfurion is a legend for the night elves, able to call upon the forces of Nature and see future happenings through the Emerald Dream. Malfurion is the most known figure among the Night Elves.]
The World Tree still stood tall, towering above the forest canopy like a brown tower. The Tree is the source of life for his people, the Night Elves. Although they had given up their immortality to the Tree to resist the siege of Archimonde almost 200 years ago, the Night Elves continue to rely on the Tree as their spiritual belief. In fact, the roots of the Tree had grown so deep over the countless years it lived, clutching the earth while standing tall against the First War 10,000 years ago, the Orc War 4,000 years ago, and the terrible might of Archimonde.
Malfurion stared at the Tree in awe as he did almost every time. Just like his Shan’do Cenarius taught him so long ago, “The strongest power in this world is the strength of the World Tree’s roots, it binds every life, animals, elves, humans, even the orcs and their kins.”
So Cenarius was right. Now, humans, elves and orcs had formed an unbreakable pact ever since the coming of the Scourge. The Scourge had rested their unholy advanced ever since the Death Knight Arthas smote the Lich King with Frostmourne and both of them became the new Lich King. For all these years, life had been peaceful, with the Scourge locked away in the freezing Northrend.
Yet, recently strange sightings were reported. The Lunar Plains right beneath Mount Hyjal, where The World Tree stands, experienced a sharp drop in climatic temperature. Snow had began to fall on the Lunar Plains, rotting the ground into dark, icy blight. The trees shifted their leaves from green to black, as if corrupted by some unknown evil.
Malfurion closed his eyes and focused. Cenarius had taught him to do so long ago. Slowly, he entered the Emerald Dream, the place where one could know everything should he know how to navigate through the dream.
“Mother Earth, guide me through the dream and show me the cause of the snowfall.” Malfurion muttered inwardly.
Slowly he drifted through the dream. Below him he saw Northrend in full view. The icy mountains and frozen ground breathed an air of freezing decay. And then he came closer, and he saw the Scourge, horrible, twisted bodies laboring about, as if preparing for a battle. From the ground emerged many of the corrupted Nerubian Spiders, and countless bat-like Gargoyles swarmed about in the sky.
Malfurion’s mind was frozen for a moment when he saw what they were doing. Heavy chains were attached to the Frozen Throne, and a great platform with wheels was made. It was obvious that the Scourge was about to pluck their beloved block of massive ice off the ground and send it somewhere.
Malfurion risked himself closer. He could hear the orders given by the Lich King vaguely.
“… Lunar… time for us… victory… Death to the Sentinels!”
And the frozen head of the Lich King turned towards Malfurion suddenly. Two red beams of light shot straight at him and caught him by the chest. Malfurion felt great pain, as if two burning rods were being pushed into his body.
“Malfurion Stormrage! Coming to join your brother Illidan? You will not be so lucky this time, night elf, I shall rip your soul right now!”
Malfurion screamed. The pain only intensified.
Suddenly, he broke away from the Emerald Dream and he was sitting in the forest once more. He felt drained. Illidan, if only you could be here, he thought nostalgically. Illidan was his twin brother, slain by Arthas during the War of the Throne.
He lay down as was soon fast asleep.
Before him came huge shadow. It lumbered slowly towards Malfurion, slowly raised its gnarled hands, poised to smite the night elf. Then gently lowered them over Malfurion, covering him with a healing blanket of leaves.
Rooftrellen raised his wisdom and age-lined wooden face. He could understand the elf. The call of battle is not far from then.
[Data:
Rooftrellen (Treant Protector):- Wisest of the treants, Rooftrellen keeps watch over his kin. Having lived through the major battles, Rooftrellen will swear to see the Frozen Throne crushed beneath his strong wooden hands.]
In a strange, wooden voice he spoke a strange language to the surrounding trees. They whispered louder to themselves, then finally stood silent. Rooftrellen sighed long. The message had been delivered to the humans and orcs, but would they come to their aid once again?
Far away in Northrend, the Scourge had begun their unholy march under the silvery moonlight.
The Lich King, eyes burning with vengeance, waited in eagerness to spread his blight once more upon the green Lunar Plains.
End of Part I
Copyright of Ardy Quek
And so it came once more. Malfurion knew it by the sick colour of the sky, the unsettling wind and the trees that whispered uneasiness among themselves. He could sense it, a coppery taste even from where he stood deep in the heart of the forest. The river carries the message once more through its dreary flow.
[Data:
Malfurion (Prophet):- A beyond representative of the Night Elves. Malfurion is a legend for the night elves, able to call upon the forces of Nature and see future happenings through the Emerald Dream. Malfurion is the most known figure among the Night Elves.]
The World Tree still stood tall, towering above the forest canopy like a brown tower. The Tree is the source of life for his people, the Night Elves. Although they had given up their immortality to the Tree to resist the siege of Archimonde almost 200 years ago, the Night Elves continue to rely on the Tree as their spiritual belief. In fact, the roots of the Tree had grown so deep over the countless years it lived, clutching the earth while standing tall against the First War 10,000 years ago, the Orc War 4,000 years ago, and the terrible might of Archimonde.
Malfurion stared at the Tree in awe as he did almost every time. Just like his Shan’do Cenarius taught him so long ago, “The strongest power in this world is the strength of the World Tree’s roots, it binds every life, animals, elves, humans, even the orcs and their kins.”
So Cenarius was right. Now, humans, elves and orcs had formed an unbreakable pact ever since the coming of the Scourge. The Scourge had rested their unholy advanced ever since the Death Knight Arthas smote the Lich King with Frostmourne and both of them became the new Lich King. For all these years, life had been peaceful, with the Scourge locked away in the freezing Northrend.
Yet, recently strange sightings were reported. The Lunar Plains right beneath Mount Hyjal, where The World Tree stands, experienced a sharp drop in climatic temperature. Snow had began to fall on the Lunar Plains, rotting the ground into dark, icy blight. The trees shifted their leaves from green to black, as if corrupted by some unknown evil.
Malfurion closed his eyes and focused. Cenarius had taught him to do so long ago. Slowly, he entered the Emerald Dream, the place where one could know everything should he know how to navigate through the dream.
“Mother Earth, guide me through the dream and show me the cause of the snowfall.” Malfurion muttered inwardly.
Slowly he drifted through the dream. Below him he saw Northrend in full view. The icy mountains and frozen ground breathed an air of freezing decay. And then he came closer, and he saw the Scourge, horrible, twisted bodies laboring about, as if preparing for a battle. From the ground emerged many of the corrupted Nerubian Spiders, and countless bat-like Gargoyles swarmed about in the sky.
Malfurion’s mind was frozen for a moment when he saw what they were doing. Heavy chains were attached to the Frozen Throne, and a great platform with wheels was made. It was obvious that the Scourge was about to pluck their beloved block of massive ice off the ground and send it somewhere.
Malfurion risked himself closer. He could hear the orders given by the Lich King vaguely.
“… Lunar… time for us… victory… Death to the Sentinels!”
And the frozen head of the Lich King turned towards Malfurion suddenly. Two red beams of light shot straight at him and caught him by the chest. Malfurion felt great pain, as if two burning rods were being pushed into his body.
“Malfurion Stormrage! Coming to join your brother Illidan? You will not be so lucky this time, night elf, I shall rip your soul right now!”
Malfurion screamed. The pain only intensified.
Suddenly, he broke away from the Emerald Dream and he was sitting in the forest once more. He felt drained. Illidan, if only you could be here, he thought nostalgically. Illidan was his twin brother, slain by Arthas during the War of the Throne.
He lay down as was soon fast asleep.
Before him came huge shadow. It lumbered slowly towards Malfurion, slowly raised its gnarled hands, poised to smite the night elf. Then gently lowered them over Malfurion, covering him with a healing blanket of leaves.
Rooftrellen raised his wisdom and age-lined wooden face. He could understand the elf. The call of battle is not far from then.
[Data:
Rooftrellen (Treant Protector):- Wisest of the treants, Rooftrellen keeps watch over his kin. Having lived through the major battles, Rooftrellen will swear to see the Frozen Throne crushed beneath his strong wooden hands.]
In a strange, wooden voice he spoke a strange language to the surrounding trees. They whispered louder to themselves, then finally stood silent. Rooftrellen sighed long. The message had been delivered to the humans and orcs, but would they come to their aid once again?
Far away in Northrend, the Scourge had begun their unholy march under the silvery moonlight.
The Lich King, eyes burning with vengeance, waited in eagerness to spread his blight once more upon the green Lunar Plains.
End of Part I
Copyright of Ardy Quek
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