The Last Oracle

[TheNewHorde]

Title: The Last Oracle Prologue

“Save me… Free me….. Release me…… Come to me, child… Return to me….”

A shadow shifted past my gaze faster than the speed of sound. A dark blur charges toward me…… ten glowing orbs shines through the darkness followed by a fast yell. The glowing red orbs grew tenfold into a giant fireball with features of a abomination. Horns grew on the creatures head, teeth and tusk of burning fire red as blood, ripped wings of fire dance wildly on the invisible attacker. The orbs of red turns into claws, claw sharp as ice shards burns in fire. The burning figure was tossed towards the other side of shadows as darkness swallowed the fire……

The unseen creature charge towards me once more. Despair and fear filled me as my doom approach me swiftly…… the sound of the monster is about 20 feet away…. 15….10…5…4…3…2…1……


Zanvole shouted out as he awakes from his nightmare. Staring at the roof, the same nightmare haunted him. After moments of calming down, Zanvole shut his eyes close and returns to the dream that will continue haunting him……..

[TheNewHorde]

I notice my lack of adjectives in my writing. I write fairly bad even for a 14 year old, but I am willing to learn if you are willing to teach. Suggestions is very welcomed for my uses of language and vocabulary. :y-sunny:

[Flak]

One quick note, proofread a bit. There are lots of spelling mistakes, among other mistakes, some seem to be recurring (Ner'Zhul, not Ne'Zhul) while others seem to occur only once or twice (Lordaeron, not Loardaran). Some of your grammar as off, such as your plural/singular conjugation for verbs- see your last sentence. It would be 'had' begun, not 'have' begun.

It's pretty short, and yeah, kinda bland. Keep at it, you might get better- no, you WILL get better. Just remember- always proofread.

The plot idea sounds interesting, though-- do keep us updated!

[TheNewHorde]

"Shadow is something that would not exist in this place. Whereever darkness prevales, there would always be no room for light. Shadows and darkness, they are twins, always related, yet they're different. Shadows are the followers of light, for it cannot survive without light, but their loyalty lies to darkness. Darkness, however, is the counter of light, for it does not allow light in its path. Remember that, my child, remember......"
Zanvole heard the familiar voice in his head again. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
"It's the fourth time this week, but what could it possibly mean?" Zanvole spoke to the shifting shadow aside him.
"The same dream again?" a deep and slow vioce came out behind the shadows.
"Wikilatus, what can this possibly mean?"
"Nothing much, only 3 possible reasons for such an event." Wikilatus came out from the shadows, showing a skeletal body with wings that could no longer fly due to the fact it's been torn apart by time itself. A pale face with dying muscles and a pair of dark orbs so deep with wisdom that it's hard to tell if he has pupils or not. His features were clear, but his 5 feet long horns comes out of his head sharp and curling stands out more than all else. Wikilatus is an undead dreadlord,to be exact, he's a DEAD undead dreadlord.
"And what kind of reasons are those?" Zanvole asked in a bored tone because he knew the dreadlord's lame sense of humor.
"Someone is attracted to a half decayed corpe like you want want to haunt your dreams." Wikilatus laughed as he thought of it. " Maybe she's one of the mistress;s own banshee."
"Passed," Zanvole answered while he is getting out of bed.
"Well," getting abit more serious, "perhaps someone or something in your past haunts you. And you're seeing signs of warning of the events that might soon happen."
"Interesting, so you are suggesting that I'm a seer who hear spirits talking to me?" A sense of sarcasm now filled the room, "just like how mistress Sylvanas sees you bluffing your head off about yourself having more powers than Lord Tichondrius himself? You're lucky his dead, or it'll be your skull for him to crush."
"Hey," green energy sparkles on the dreadlord's finger right after the statment., "I was being serious, and that wasn't a bluff!"
"Riiiiiiight, so what's the third possibility?"
"That you are just imaginning things with your brainless head when you are suppose to get your bones down in the Undercity. We have arrends to do for the Mistress today." The bats covered Wikilatus' body fully and dissappeared back to the shadows with the dreadlord.
Zanvole picked up his dagger and still wonders what could the dream be. "Nay, that can't be possible." He said to himself, and with that, he left the house.

[TheNewHorde]

Thanx for telling me about my grammers. I'll try harder. But there is one little request I hope to add..... ummm..... since I'm just a kid, this picture you have of the ninja dude with blood and sword on his head for icon.... ummm... isn't really apporpriate for my age. (I think I can probably deal with it. DId you know that this web site is filtered for my school's PC? Is there any bad stuff on this site? Like porn or other stuff? Why is it filtered by the school district? Just wonders, not trying to be rude.)

[Flak]

I'm fourteen and my school blocks the site as well.

No porn or any such thing, as that's banned here, but this site IS dedicated to the fans of a rather bloody game. If my avatar, containing rather poorly drawn blood, upsets you, I apologize, but I have the right to keep it.

[TheNewHorde]

Zanvole leaped past the stairs 3 steps at a time knowing he was late for mistress Sylvanas's meeting. The stairs got steeper as it moves closer towards the Undercity, home of the Forsaken. Zanvole tumbled over the stairs and start falling head first until he heard the sound of his neck crack once again.
“Ah, it’s the second time this week, you got to be a lot more careful when you walk. You wouldn’t want to ruin your young fleshy body simply by tripping over the stairs over and over again.” Wikilatus gave a Zanvole a tiny grim.
“Wikilatus, why aren’t you with Lord Varimathas? Don’t you have your own work to do?” Zanvole shifted his skull back into position and mumbled a short spell to make his own head fits.
“There’s no need for you to be in the meeting anymore,” Wikilatus glows with green aura over his armor now, “I was send here to bring you to Kalimdor.”
“Kalimdor!?! What do you mean?” Zanvole’s reaction seems to amuse Wikilatus.
“Isn’t this obvious? The orcs are our newest allies, we are required to learn about their culture and shamanistic magic.” Wikilatus’ answer does not comfort Zanvole because he knows such a job isn’t for an assassin like himself to do. It was suppose to be the warlock’s job. Noticing his suspicion, Wikilatus added, “or they’re just simply trying to get rid of a pair of outcasts like ourselves and hope for us to die in our trip.”
And before Zanvole was ready, the land shifted around them as he felt the demonic fire burning in his veins. His views were all greenish and he felt his pupils turning green… Was he back into his dreams? The dream that have haunted him for the past 2 years. Even for an undead, he was an outcast, so is Wikilatus. Zanvole used to live in the outer coast of Loardaran, a small village, yet peaceful indeed, at least before the Scourge came. The dead slaughtered his village and turned him into such monstrosity. In order to survive, his father joined the Cult of the Damned, but it didn’t stop the dead to murder the rest of the family. Zanvole followed the Scourge to demolish Qual’thalas and terminate the Blackrock Clan. Though he had retained his memories of the past, his feelings were long gone, just as his life was long gone. Even now, his flesh is decaying as he fights against the enemy of the Forsaken. Lord Archimonde have “given” him and the others like him to the dreadlords to command, since then, he have never see his unundead father again. His feelings merely caught up with him during the past few months, he sees himself killing the innocent mortals in his dreams, he sees his rotten hands tearing the people he once loved before him. The feeling was unbearable, for a sense of guilt and sorrow fills his heart, until he found the Forsaken who can aid him in his revenge against Ner’zhul and his minions. As for Wikilatus, he is another story. Not much is known for this already dead dreadlord, except he is older than the rest of the demons, even Lord Tichondrius himself, if that was even possible. His name is well known among the Forsaken, even if his intensions aren’t. He was a mystery, an outcast, a incarnate of darkness, but evil? No, he is not evil, he wasn’t even consider as a Nathrizim, or at least nobody ever called him that as far as Zanvole can recall.
“We’re here.” Wikilatus’s voice brought Zanvole back to his senses, “This is Kalimdor, my transportation spell was enhanced tenfold by the shamans’ circle of power.” He pointed downward to the circle below their feet.
The dizziness fad away as he felt the hard rocks of the Kalimdor, yet the burning feeling of his blood (,though there is no longer any blood left, it is how it feels like,) have not yet faded. He made a glance up at Wikilatus, but it seems Wikilatus didn’t notice him because Wilkilatus was looking to his left. They are on top of a sharp cliff, and if his guess was right, they’re at Stonetalon Peak, their left shows a cave with a shadowy figure within it.
“Welcome,” the figure standing at the cave spoke, “the Horde have prepared for your arrival, join us if you still have strength to move your leg.” The figure took a step towards them, revealing giant yellow tusks and his dark green skin. His eyes were blue, ocean blue, a sign of pureness for the orcs. He did not carry any weapons, and he wears no armor other than a pair of thick dark brown leather gloves. He wears robes of white, with orcish simples red as blood on top of it. It was hard to see his hair color for the hood on his cloak covers his hair, but it was easy to tell it is probably black because the orc’s face was intelligent fact full of youth was looking straight at them. He turned back at walked toward the cave that leads to the bottom of Stonetalon Peak.
“Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for our host. Wear this gem and you will be able to feel your strength again.” Wikilatus handed Zanvole the gem of health. Zanvole’s felt his own muscles grown twice the size as the gem’s blue aura filled his body. “Time to go, we can’t delay any longer.” Wikilatus turned to follow the orc. Though Zanvole have no idea what is going on, he drops the stone on his hand that was glowing with blue auras merely seconds ago and follows Wikilatus towards the cave.

[TheNewHorde]

OK...... I am a very bad writer..... Why? Cause I wrote these stuff without a plot. This is how I write, first I think of a name for my title that would attract people, and then I just try to write random stuff down. But don't worry, as I was writing even more random stuff down today, I sorta got the plot figured out inside my head. So the title will fit with the story. I know this is a very bad way to write, but I just dunno how to think of a plot in order, maybe someone can teach me... please? :g grin:

[TheNewHorde]

thanx for spending ur time reading my crap, inquisitor7. means alot to me ^_^

[Flak]

Paragraph. These forums don't allow tabbing (indents) so to differentiate between paragraphs it helps to put an extra line between chunks of writing. It makes it easier on the reader for one, and makes revisions a snap if you can isolate errors.

Also, don't get so down on yourself. You won't get anywhere if you tell yourself you suck.

[Inquisistor7]

I don't mind reading, NewHorde, and don't be so hard on yourself. Just keep trying out new things. I mean, you have plenty of time to learn how to become a better writer.

As for advice....

Hmmm. Well, aside from what Flak has said, I can offer a few pieces of advice. First of all, take time when writing something. Proofreading is good, but what you shold do is read over a story a few times and see how you like it. I mean, if something sounds awkward then change it a little. That is, if you find repetitive phrases or inadequate descriptions, put some time into working things out. Now, as for plot, at the very least I suggest having a good sense of where things are going before writing. I think you'll find that as you write things won't go exactly according to plan, but that sometimes mean they turn out better.

So, take your time, and work on a subject that interests you (that way the concept keeps your interest).

[TheNewHorde]

How do you edit your grammar that have already been posted? I see the little box say I may edit my stuff. But how?

[Inquisistor7]

Well after a while you cannot edit something, but you can then just ask Flak to edit specific things if need be. In general, just click the edit button under a new post and then you can fix it.

[TheNewHorde]

“So where exactly are we going right now? To Doratar and meet with the orcs? ” Zanvole asked.

“To Doratar and meet the orcs? Are you out of your mind? You are a servant, property of the orc warchief, your job is to do the biddings and work for the Horde.” The cloaked orc laughed, “Why would you even think of having to go to Doratar? I thought the Scourge such as you are simply mindless beings to do labors for your masters.”

“I am not part of the Undead Scourge!” Zanvole roared, “how dare you call me an undead, I am free of the evil taint of Ner’zhul. And what do you mean laborers? We’re supposed to be studying to Horde’s shamanistic cultures and report back to the mistress herself.”

“Free from the taint? You’re no better than any of your other brethans, the rottening and decaying. They call we orcs ignorant and lack of true knowledge? It seems you’re the one lacking common sense. Who told you that you’re suppose to be studying our culture? I doubt that an evil creature like yourself can understand the pureness of our shamanistic ways even if you’re living in our city for 2 months. You probably don’t even know the magic even if it hits you.”

“Wikilatus, what does he mean----“ Zanvole looked around, but Wikilatus was nowhere in sight.

“The demon’s orders were to bring the laborer here, he is probably with the rest of the commanders now. The assault against the outpost have been quiet strong, but I wonders what two undead can do to keep us alive.” The orc smirked, “perhaps turning us all into one of you creatures, that’ll be a nice way to stay ALIVE.”

“Assaults? Commanders? What in the hell are you talking about?” Zanvole shown more ignorance than he intended and soon regretted it.

“Do you know nothing? You undead lacks of working brain are known to all, but even as an undead, where are your common sense? Why would send a warrior to learn our cultures and not a warlock? I have no time for this. We’re here now, see for yourself.” The orc turned aside to reveal the lights at the end of the cave. Normally the pupils would not adjust to such a fast source of light instantly, but the undead’s pupil was already magnified to the size of an olive when he was killed.

What Zanvole saw was horror he sees during his battle against the Blackrock Clan. Orc corpses lies all over the place, a battle was recently fought here. The ground was a bloody mess, not a square inch was left untouched by blood. It was even worst than fighting against the Blackrock Clan. What kind of creature can create such a mess? The answer was clear to Zanvole that it must be the work of the humans since it have been a common enemy for both the Forsaken and the Horde. He walked a few steps closer and observed the corpses… No… such a thing cannot possibly be done by human hands. Humans dislike orcs, yes, but slaughter them like animals and tear the heads off and put them on sticks as victory signs? It seems too brutal to be human work. Zanvole observed even closer, not a single cut or scar was straight and direct, the wounds were not made by swords, it was made by axes.

“Zanvole, over here!” Wikilatus called, apparently he got here with another transportation spell and have finish chatting with the nearby commanders, “so lad, what do you think of this battle?”

“Wikilatus, you have brought me here as a laborer, a slave, a worker, what do you have to say for yourself!” It was not a question, it was an accusation.

“That’s something we shall talk off in the later future. For now, what do you think of this battle?” Changing the subject as if there was nothing to talk about upset Zanvole even more, but of course, he cannot disobey the elder dreadlord.

Though not quiet satisfied with the reply, Zanvole told his opinions to the dreadlord, “this battle was a hit and run attack. No attackers were slain due to the fact only orcs lies on the field. However, the attackers weren’t very well trained for they have not focused on any of the main vulnerable spots such as neck. The attackers were on horses or other tall beasts because the orcs weren’t able to catch the attacker. The orcs have an astonishing regroup and charging ability, yet the attackers have the outrun the orcs; a few could do so, at least without magic. But it is not the work of the humans or night elves because the weapons were mainly based on arrows and axes, instead of the common human swords and dwarven gunpowder. Night Elves would not travel so far into unknown areas to them just to launch an attack. I believe it would be the work of the centaurs.”

“Hahaha, wonderful explanation. Though abit long and with errors, it was one of the best I have heard from a youngster such as your age. Good observing skill, lad. Well done, well done.” The dreadlord gave Zanvole an almost human grim and tapped his head. “Your brain is better than I ever imagined, you are absolutely correct. Now, here is the part where you could be wrong. Dwarf on rams with axes and archers on hippogryph or nightsaber would outrun the orcs easily. And the Night Elves would definitely travel far away from home during the times of war; you are just too young to know. But other than that, I shall comment again, your observing was fantastic!”

“Enough with the complimenting, you demon. Demons are suppose to be brutal and heartless, you are surely a strange one.” A muscular solider spoke out, he was far taller than the rest, tower over Zanvole with a 6 feet and a half. Too tall for an orc, surely he must be the commander, “tell the kid of our plan already, demon.”

“A little respect would be greatly appreciated, orc. Okay, I think you probably figured out by now that our job is to assassinate the new Centaur Khen.” Wikilatus spoke as calm as usual, it seems that normal taunts never affects him.

“Assassinate a centaur khen?” Zanvole shouted to Wikilatus right in the face.

“Ha, it seems you haven’t figure out the plan yet. Well, this is how it goes.
Centaurs are creatures of wildness, they challenge and kill one another for leadership. But the new centaur khen, Koateil was the most intelligent and powerful centaur known for centuries. No other centaur can defeat him and no other centaur can cast magic like he does. He was able to abandon the centaurs’ fighting tradition to create an actual organized army to be more than just a threat to the Horde.” Wikilatus amuses himself once more with scaring the young undead to death. (That is if he can die again, of course.) “Here is the part where you comes in. The orcs have always charge into their camps and slay the centaurs like warriors. But the warchief recognize the danger of his warriors, and he cares about them far more than the centaurs, or us, of course, since he decides to send us in. Killing the Koateil will distain the order Koateil have set and chaos will once again take over the centaurs, they will kill each other for leadership once again without the orcs marching in.”

“Sounds simple, but it’ll be a lot harder than it sounds.” Zanvole added.

“Of course, but with my guidance, there would be no problem. Now the hard part begins.”

[TheNewHorde]

I'm not the type of guy that sits there and start writing down stuff for hours... but with you guys giving me replies, there is just this really nice and energetic feeling within you that pushes you on and a sense of happiness. I always thought how could a guy sit dully and type all the stuff down, but now I know why. I wonder if that is how you guys all feel, maybe that's the reason you guys can be doing this for years?

(how do you put a avator next to ur picture? I clicked user Cp, but stuff just get comfusing from there. And I clicked member list, and it just tell me there is a thenewhorde.... how do u put a avator? it looks so cool."

[Flak]

Hehe...I don't write for that reason, but I guess it's an ok reason. I write because it fills me with joy- when I write something I like. I don't like writing things in given formats, such as school essays, btu I really love spinning my tales.

As for avatars, go User CP>Customiza Avatar>and then you can either browse for a file on your computer or type in a URL for an image. Then you can click the submit button, and if it fits the specifications (filesize less than 19.5 kb, 75x75) it will set it for ya!

[TheNewHorde]

Thanx, I think I'm gonna set it tommorow. I'm tired and it's 10:16, school tommorow, c ya guys! :y-thumbsu

[Flak]

G'night and g'luck. :y-mm:

See ya tomorrow dude.

[TheNewHorde]

After seeing 6 hours of endless desert, Zanvole and Wikilatus arrived at the back of the centaur camp. They were on top of a rather large hill overseeing the valley below, the valley of the centaurs.

“A good assassin would wait for the victim to be alone before striking. It is necessary for us to do so.” Wikilatus’ lessens always bores Zanvole, for he already know what was coming, it have always been the same old say.

“We should review the plan one last time before nightfall. It’s been a rather boring day today, I don’t wish to have a mark of failure to end my day.” Zanvole looked back at Wikilatus.

Wikilatus and Zanvole have been good friends, perhaps the best. It wasn’t usual for a dreadlord to make friends with others of his own kind, dreadlord are shifty demons, and loyalty has never existed in their dictionaries. (If they even have one, that is.) As much as they wish to rule and conquer, they fear powers beyond them, and prefer to serve for ones that would benefit them. Wikilatus, however, does not seem to follow such a rule. He never commanded any force against the mortals of Anzeroth and Kalimdor before, believe it or not, he seems to respect their ways of life. As if he was a guardian of mortals… guardian… a strange word to use for a demon, yet fits Wikilatus better than any other else. Zanvole even once believed Wikilatus was the one who pulled him from the Lich King’s mental control, but whenever Zanvole asks, he never answers and just simply tells Zanvole to mind his own business. Zanvole always treated Wikilatus more than just a friend; he treated him like a father…

“…….And so you see, after I put his guards to sleep, you’ll be taking Koateil out solo, then we make a run for it.” Wikilatus shows the confidence of his own work with another near-human grin and returned his head back to continue stalking Koateil.

“Zanvole…” An intense pressure filled Zanvole’s mind, pushing his skull so tight that his brain was going to be crushed into bits, “…Zanvole…at last, I found you…. It have felt like an eternity since I last seen you…. Zanvole…. SAVE ME!!!” His heart starts to pound so fast that it feels it’s going to burst out of his body, and the pressure tighten so much that Zanvole collapsed and fall to the ground like a stone.

Wikilatus noticed Zanvole falling to the ground and instantly reach out a hand for him. “Are you ok, lad? What’s going on?” Wikilatus felt slight warmth he touched Zanvole’s skin, but the warmth was so slight that Wikilatus did not notice it at all.

The voice is fading away now; the pain and pressure have decreased. Zanvole pushed himself back up against the hard and splitting rock. Wait…….Hard and splitting? He can feel now, he can feel the earth, he can feel the heat, he can feel the pain, the sun, the air, everything! He can feel again! It was beyond his imagination, after two years of being an undead, losing his feelings and abilities to sense texture of physical objects, it was more joy than he can imagine. But he can’t possibly tell Wikilatus, not before he figure things out.

“Nothing, I just tripped on a damn rock.” Zanvole gave a kick at the ground.

“Better be careful lad, another trip like that could ruin our plan.” Wikilatus turned his back at Koateil’s hut.

Zanvole shifted his gaze toward his feet now, and move toward the legs and looked up at his pale and ghostly white hands. Yet, a string of light violet passed his wrist and towards the middle of his hand. A string that was “inside” his hand. Zanvole moved his head closer, taking a closer look at it…….

“Zanvole!” Wikilatus called out and given Zanvole a quick fright, “Koateil is out, now’s our chance!” Zanvole sees five centaurs moving out of the hut. Two was carrying axes while the other two have bows and arrows, but the one in the middle wears nothing but a shiny necklace of red crystal.

Wikilatus mumbled a short and effective spell, two of the centaurs with axe fall asleep instantly. Zanvole felt the burning feeling of his body again, except this time there was REAL blood to burn in his veins. Zanvole appeared behind the two archers and stared uselessly with his blade still in his belt. Two arrows fly in front of Zanvole only a mere second before he appeared. A swarm of insects cut in between Zanvole and the flying arrows as Zanvole got back to his senses. The insects charged at the two archers while Zanvole pulled the blade with his left hand behind his back and slides under the charging swarm and past the archers. Without looking back at the archers, Zanvole jumped toward the stunned Centaur Khen with the sound of two screaming centaurs behind his back. The red crystal on Koateil’s neck flashed and a blue shield of mana countered Zanvole’s attack. Zanvole tumbled backwards after Koateil gave him a hard kick on the chest. Now mumbling, Koateil’s necklace flashes madly at Zanvole. Whatever Koateil’s spell was, it had no effect because Wikilatus sended a bolt of fire to interrupt the casting. Seizing the chance, Zanvole leaped one last time and aimed at Koateil’s heart……

“Zanvole… Come to me…” The same voice invaded Zanvole’s mind again and images flashing pass his mind, Zanvole blacked out.

[TheNewHorde]

It's nice to have you guys telling me about my errors and all... really appreciate it... but no one ever told me how they felt of my tale. Is it really that bad?

[TheNewHorde]

I checked out Avatars... And I know i'm TheNewHorde, but your Arthas icon looks really cool. (I love the death Knight stuff, looks cool) You're a really thoughtful person to find such nice avatars for us to use, thank you.

[Flak]

I said it in my first post, the plot is interesting. Also, don't thank me for the avatars- thank Rushster, the admin. I'm only a meager moderator :lol:

[TheNewHorde]

I used ur link to see the dark library. It seems rather scary because it's dark and well, umm... scary. So I leave immediately. And I wonders what RPG forum is? isn't this something like the rpg forum where you write stuff about role playing things? like me and my zanvole? Just wonders the difference, that's all. (and I'm not *** when I said me and my Zanvole.) :y-square:

[Flak]

The RPG Forum is where you go to roleplay in a text based setting, kinda like D&D without the tabletop. What each RPG is like depends on its creator. And we don't take such phrases to mean you're homosexual unless it's obvious, and even if you were, I for one would not mind. :y-square:

[TheNewHorde]

I keep clicking the back and forth arrow in this forum... and I realized... when u click back arrow, it shows only the stuff u always saw in the last page, nothing new added. But when I close and reopen, it sometimes show new stuff, but after a while, it just shows the stuff I seen over and over again, and it auto run into the pages seen inside the computer's memory. How do I turn it back to normal?

[Flak]

Try not messing with the back and forward arrows, as they screw up the order in which things are done in a constantly changing site.

[TheNewHorde]

Good news, I took you and inqusisetor7's advice. I proofread abit and thought for a while. I finally got the whole story straight...... I believe I have the whole story truly plot out now. So is the order. Except two things, first, Wikilatus is a great mystery and it's hard even for me to explain the mystery correctly. But I think I'm getting it. Second, I realize that the Lich King will only be in three or fewer of the chapters and wouldn't be a very important role.... so is it possible to change the prologue?

[Flak]

As mentioned in the Announcement, PM any text you wish me to replace with a post and the post you want changed, and I'll do it.

[TheNewHorde]

“The failure of this assassination has given the Horde new doubts of the Forsaken’s abilities. Sending such an inexperienced warrior to defeat the creature who have killed an entire orc army is more than an insult to the Horde.”

“I truly have no idea what happened. It was going on just as according to plan, if you want my opinion, I would think the Horde itself is the reason of this failure!”

Zanvole turned his head towards the source of the voices. His eyes closed, still tired after the night’s event, Zanvole does not wish to know what his punishment might be. True, Forsaken are free, but their way of punishment is just as cruel as the Scourge itself. That, was something Zanvole cannot deny. The shouting and screaming can still be heard in the other room, but Zanvole did not pay any attention to what they are saying more than he pay attention to his punishment of failure. Something is troubling Zanvole’s mind. Zanvole set up on the bed, facing the wooden wall of the hut. Lifting his arm, he glance at the purple string again, except instead of one string, there were three strings now. And even tinier ones around them spreading like a web, and they decaying skin have started to recover with a very pale and hardly noticeable pink as color. Even as he watches, the larger of the purple strings are turning green… Impossible…………Zanvole is being resurrected up to life! He has heard tales of paladins able to resurrect recently slain warriors and taurens reviving other taurens, but how is this possible? He was not only dead, he was dead over two years ago and was turned into monstrosity and corrupted into one of the horror of the Legion. Even as he finally found a home to live in the Forsaken, the failure of an assassination is nowhere near the fate of a living mortal stuck with the Horde and undead.

Zanvole instantly placed his hands inside the mattress as footsteps got near the room. It was Wikilatus. Wikilatus was more furious than Zanvole have ever known, what would happen to him if Wikilatus knows he is a mortal of flesh now? Would he still be his mentor and lead Zanvole back to his kind? Or would Wikilatus kill Zanvole?

“You’re awake,” Wikilatus said in a flat tone, “so you heard.”

Zanvole nodded.

“Don’t go too hard on yourself lad.” Wikilatus face grew soft, even softer than he usually is; “the orcs never told us the centaur had an enchanted artifact with him. No one is to blame but the orcs.”

Wikilatus remained calm, yet his voice showed some suspicion. He hopes for Zanvole to tell him what have actually happened. Wikilatus was unlike any dreadlord, he is not able to hide his feelings inside him and set up plans against others. All the emotions he feels are currently put in display for ones in front of him to look at. Zanvole remained silent, so Wikilatus continued on, “you seem distracted, what was it that have distracted you?”

“It’s nothing.” Zanvole lied, “Just stunned by the red crystal’s power, that’s all. I’ll find artifacts to stop it, maybe even find one of mistress’s own to cast anti magic shield on me.”

The lie was quick and instant. Zanvole’s reflects was good, for he can think of lies and tales to cover up, reflect and intelligent was valued by Wikilatus. It seems that this lie, however, was took quick, because Wikilatus sees through Zanvole and can tell his will to haste through the subject.

“Young one, you would know better to lie from me.” Wikilatus’s peering glance tightened Zanvole even more now. “Perhaps it’s time.” Wikilatus simply ended.

“Time? What do you mean?”

Zanvole turned his body toward Wikilatus and revealed his arm by accident. Wikilatus looked at the arm first with surprise, and then ended up with sorrow.

“It’s time. For you to travel the Emerald Dream.” Wikilatus ended his sentence and set next to Zanvole.

Wikilatus closed his eyes. Zanvole knows better than to talk, the place was silent other than the sound of orcs shouting and wolves howling. The Emerald Dream is a place known for earthly creatures and guarded by Ysera, the green dragon, the aspect of dreams. The fact that a demon such as Wikilatus can walk, no, just to know the Emerald Dream surprised Zanvole as much as his resurrection.

Slowly open his eyes, Wikilatus whispered, “I believe your mind was assaulted during our earlier event. And if my guess is correct, the creature is the same one that has haunted your dream ever since you regain consciences and was freed from Ner’zhul. I assume you already know who this person is that have assaulted your mind. Which is why you act as if it was nothing because you didn’t want to attract unwanted attention.”

Shocked that Wikilatus knew along, Zanvole could do nothing but stare foolishly at Wikilatus. “Wikilatus, I…”

“There is no need for explanation towards your secrets. Past is not what matters, it is the futures. As I have always said, look into the future, your future is bright, it is never too late to start a new. But it seems that I was wrong, your past haunts you, and you cannot move on without leaving your past behind. I shall teach you the Emerald Dream; it will be able to locate the exact position of the one in your dreams. From there on, I can help you no more, the future is in your hands.”

Zanvole is now filled with emotions; more emotions than he have felt since his first recovering of senses. Tears coming out of his eyes, and he hugged the dreadlord. That is when he realizes he is now more mortal than he seems. He can produce tears now, an old ability that he has forgotten for years. This is the first time he have ever felt the dreadlord’s coldness, just how mortally fleshed have he become?

Calling back his memories, Zanvole thought of the images flashing pass before he passed out. “There is no need, Wikilatus. I know where to go. The Icecrown Glacier, Ner’zhul is freed, Arthas have send all his forces toward Kalimdor.”

Both surprised and worried of the news, Wikilatus’s humanlike emotions shows more fear than even a human been a project. “The one who assaulted your mind delivered you these images?”

“Yes, and the last assault have fully shown his fears, he is still in the Glacier. He wishes me to save him, he is someone I hated more than the Lich King himself.”

“Then should we save him?” Wikilatus seems to be still frightened by the news of the Scourge arriving at Kalimdor.

“Yes, we should and we shall.” Zanvole left all his fear behind him now. “Because he is my father.”

[TheNewHorde]

Dan... I'm really getting into these stories... Chapter 5 will have to start tommorow. Tired, 9:26 isn't too late, but I wanna get some sleep before school. Missed my bus this morning and ending up picked up by a ride from a friend. It's abit early for sleep so I'm gonna take a shower and hope to see a reply because going to sleep. Good Night to all. :y-candle:

[TheNewHorde]

Weird.... Somehow the details for the last chapter have all pop out clear in my head. the sentences and nouns and adjectives (well, the adjectives are unsure.) have all fit to place now... but the middle isn't even clear and the ending have turned so clear to me. I know the fact he said the guy is his father isn't a really huge twist, and you might not wanna keep reading after this comment.
That is just about the only weird twist of story that is going to have in this story... after that, it's just gonna be a flowing storyline. Sorry folks, but i'll try to twist it even more, there is one twist i am thinking of right now, but it's still a few chapters away.
P.S. I wonders if I should put abit romance into Zanvole to show people his human side... Cause it may sounds like a bad idea since I am not good at romance... (can't even get to talk to the girl I had a crush on 5 years ago without embarrasing myself over and over again... sigh* never understands about girls.)

[TheNewHorde]

Somehow the page with 13 replies was save in my computer and I can't view it no matter if I go clicking all the links one by one or not. So I'll just have to type a reply with blank space from now on just to see the stuff....

[TheNewHorde]

Wikilatus and Zanvole conversed for the rest of the night. It seems Wikilatus was constantly trying to have Zanvole recall his emotions during his past mortal life. Was this a way for despair to fill his heart and make him hate Ner’zhul even more for making him an undead? It all fits now, Zanvole figured everything out now. Wikilatus set him free and fills him with despair to make him the ultimate weapon against Ner’zhul. Zanvole is using his own vengeances against Ner’zhul; it was the only purpose for him standing here. But a small voice with the sound of an angle reminded him, Wikilatus wouldn’t do that, it’s against his teachings. He was simply curious, that’s all. Zanvole gave Wikilatus one last look, and what he saw surprised him greatly. It was still the same horror and twisted face with horns coming out of the head, but for a moment there, Zanvole sees through Wikilatus and right into his heart. He saw an aged man with long sleek hair of white, though the untidy hair cover the face, but his features were clear. He’s a shadow, but a shadow made of light. A glowing shadow with pale white lights coming thought it. A pair of mystical green orbs was looking out from Wikilatus’s eyes. Zanvole felt his sorrow, his pain, his hatred, and most of all, his endless anger for relief.

Before he know it, Wikilatus noticed his staring, so did the ghostly figure. “Is there anything wrong?” The shadow vanished as Wikilatus asked. “Dawn is coming, we have to move out when the sentries switch places, and my teleportation spell does not go as far as over the sentries view.”

Zanvole nodded knowing Wikilatus is more than meets the eye. He trusts the dreadlord, and that was more than enough. If he can’t trust Wikilatus, he can trust no one.

“Now young one, we shall make the future for the future is in your hands.” Wikilatus gave Zanvole a pat on the back and the burning sensation filled Zanvole once more.

Zanvole is now next to the Orcish watchtower at the entrance. He watched the orc climb down the tower and is currently talking a guard. Zanvole made a dash for it as he watches a giant bat flying past, it was Wikilatus’s transformation, and he knows it. After a mile of running, the bat landed on him with the annoying burning returns. Zanvole is back at the shamans’ circle.

“Two ways to reach Icecrown.” Wikilatus spoke, back facing the raising sun. “First, we can travel to Thearamoore Isle with this circle giving me extra powers. You will have to buy a gryphon and go by yourself because a dreadlord like me will be killed at sight. The second way is for me to use the circle and teleport us to Icecrown Glacier, but my powers will be drained and instead of helping you, I’ll only delay your journey.”

“Then the third one, I suppose.”

“Uh?”

“When given an option, always picks the third.” Zanvole said, “It was from your teachings.”

“Haha, indeed, indeed.” Wikilatus gave a hearty laugh, “but I currently have no more ideas for our departure.”

“Can’t we simply take the Gargoyles and Frost wyrms?”

“It would be extremely suspicious for a dreadlord carrying two bats or other flying creatures out of the Undercity without being noticed.” Wikilatus smirks as he makes another statement, “Plus you are a human. Humans are to be killed on sight.”

Zanvole glanced at his hands. It was then he realize how much human he have become, there is no signs of undead with him now, except the rotting smell clothes.

“However, there would be a way for me to get rides,” Wikilatus finally added. “but I would be banished from the Forsaken. Not that it matters much to me.”

“And just exactly what is that?”

“You’ll see. Wait for me at the Lordamere Lake Coast. I’ll be there by noon.”

[TheNewHorde]

I know the Chapter is very short.... I was thinking of putting Chapter 6 and 5 as one Chapter... but then I realized that I have no idea on how to change the story from Zanvole's view to someone else's view. So I just gotta end the Chapter here and start somewhere else. Maybe you can teach me next time, Flak? The second reason is because it seems like a nice installment for you to guess what Wikilatus is up to.

[Flak]

I just want to point out that your writing has improved greatly. Keep up the good work and remember to proofread a bunch, watching out for spelling errors and tense.

[TheNewHorde]

a few things to say.

1. This new icon you have looks cool, looks like a claw but also look like a guy's hair with white eyes coming out. What is it?

2. I read the Arak story. I am at the part where he meets the queen. His life is so sad and I felt like crying. (I didn't really cry cause I hold my pi for an hour to read the story, cause when I read one sentence, a voice in my head told me to read one more sentence then you can pi in the bathroom, but then it keep going on for an hour...... and it was really unconfortable...)

3. Thank everyone for writing so many good stories to share. I always have the pleasure of making campaigns or play warcraft. I despaired after I was sended to a new home and the new home didn't have warcraft... But you guys on this site writing so many good stuff made me stop thinking about the warcraft I used to play and having to put so much concentration on this forum, I even almost forgot the sorrowness of not having a family for a while. It was a feeling of relief, though may not seem much to others. I am more grateful than words can tell. (It sounds wrong from someone hoping to be writer when he grows up. :g puzzled )

4. I realized that the Nerub story also have this "come to me" story when I read it today. Is that consider invilating authorities because I have same stuff in mine? Should I edit it into something else?

5. I am extremely curious of the World of Warcraft Cerematic. I never seen it, and I have 28k connection which means it's impossible for me to DL at blizzard. Can you describe what happens in there since your a very good writer. (you don't have to be detailed if you don't want to, but I really wanna know what happened, the poster of the chain orc make me curious. I thought the orcs were freed, who chained them? Alliance? Forsaken? Burning Legion? Or maybe some new unknown creatures?

[Flak]

It's a head of a man.

As for similar themes, meh. No reason to change.

[TheNewHorde]

The feeling was cool and energetic. As for other creatures other than their own kind, it would be pain more than anyone can take. Zanvole’s endurance toward his teleportation spells surprised even him.

“The boy is special,” the phantom of white hair spoke within Wikilatus’s mind, “perhaps this Zanvole lad deserve to know the truth?”

“What kind of question is that?” Another phantom invaded, it was an old warrior. Similar to the white hair phantom, but without the sign of knowledge in magic. “The Oracle showed us, he knows, so does we. The question is when.”

“Whenever it is,” a bright green cloak covered this particular phantom, the owner of the cloak was known to many, at least people thought they known the person once. The new phantom is Sylvanas Windrunner, the ranger general. “It’s coming soon. He will know, Medivh have destroyed the greater cycle. There is no longer a guardian. Freedom, as he like to call it. I call it mess, the Titans set the orders and a puny guardian dares to destroy the glorious work of the creators of this world? Who does he think he is? No matter, we shall still keep the order, despite his unnatural behavior.”

“He will soon know the truth,” White haired phantom agreed, “but isn’t it similar to my formal self and Medivh? Would it not destroy the cycle as well?”

“The Oracle has his reasons, he sees and knows all. The future can’t be changed; it is all part of the greater cycle. Even Sargeras respect that, which is why he didn’t dare to mess with Karazhen.” The phantom Sylvanas answered.

“True, but he did try to destroy the cycle through Medivh. I was forced to kill Medivh because of that. Medivh was my friend, yet his death was inevitable.” The armored phantom revealed his apparent tears as it drops to his cheeks.

“Forget the past, my old friend Lother. Medivh was taking advantage of you.” Arthas patted Lother on the back. This Arthas, however, is wearing armor of steel and blue robs within. A large belt of the lion that once resembles Loardaran shines more than the other phantoms. He carried a huge hammer of the paladins on his right solider and now looking towards Wikilatus.

“What I don’t understand is,” Sylvanas peered right into Wikilatus’s deep and intelligent eyes, “the future have already been set, there is no such thing as choices whom Medivh believes in. Our job is to explain why the mortals have pick the certain choice, but why did you show confidence and told the boy the future is in his hands? We know how his new mortal life will end, it’s as we already said, it’s evitable.”

“Enough!” Wikilatus finally shouted, “I am very well aware of my actions. Now be gone, leave my sight.”

The phantoms disappeared one by one. Until there were only two beings left, Wikilatus and the ghostly figure of white hair.

“Did I not tell you to leave!” Wikilatus shouted to the phantom.

The phantom walked beside Wikilatus. Wikilatus half stumbled for a mere second but quickly recovered. The phantom now whisper to Wikilatus’s ears, “I know what you’re doing, for I believe in the boy as well. My former self sacrificed his life for the same goal you and Medivh believe in. Sargeras started the work, Medivh continued, now it’s up to you to end it.”

Wikilatus was shocked, but then give the last phantom a look of understanding. They stared into each other’s eyes for a while, until Wikilatus said, “Thank you. But I believe it is for the lad, Zanvole to end the job.” The phantom nodded, showing recognitions to the dreadlord, waiting for the dreadlord to let him leave. “Thank you, Khadgar.”

******

It’s noon now. Zanvole waited boringly for the past 7 hours. Simply by staying here disgusts him, the corrupted forest of Loardaran seems just too tainted for him to stand here. He felt the anger of the forest; he feels the forests’ moans, for he was once corrupted. It doesn’t take a druid or shaman to realize the pain of the woods, the land, the lake, the entire Loardaran. Just as Zanvole set there admiring at his new reformed body at the reflection of the lake, the corner of his eyes sees a destroyer coming directed at him from behind. His instincts made him draw the dagger and run the opposite direction, but a welcoming voice stopped him at his tracks.

“Where are you running to, young lad?” Wikilatus was riding the destroyer. “I thought a ride was what you needed.”


Half an hour later, on the destroyer’s back toward Icecrown.

“Wikilatus, how did you get a hold of a destroyer?” Zanvole’s natural curiosity just couldn’t stop him from wondering.

“Simple enough,” Wikilatus gave Zanvole another of his usual grins, “I volunteered to raid some nearby villages with a pact of ghouls. I made some excuses so I can obtain an obsidian statue within the raiding party. I force the obsidian statue to break the curse and send me to air as a destroyer. The ghouls seem pretty confused, and were heading back to the Undercity to report. I believe my petty inferno took care of the party easily. Here, some new cloths for you to wear got off at one of the village I passed.”

Wikilatus showed Zanvole a white shirt and a navy blue pants with white stripes on it. Zanvole looked at his own rotting cloths and gladly changed his cloths.

“Take some rest now, there’s still a long road ahead of us. You need your strength to craft the future” Wikilatus’s voice is starting to trail off by the wind because of the high speed they’re traveling at.

“Who are you really, Wikilatus? Were you the one who freed me? Are you even a dreadlord? If it was you, then why did you free me? Why are you aiding me to Icecrown, it’s more than a friend or a normal dreadlord would do?” hundreds of endless questions are now filling Zanvole’s mind.

“I am more than what you know. And yes, I was the one who freed you. Why? Because I saw much potentials within you, but you still have to have more training before you can craft your own future. Now go to sleep, young one.” Zanvole was no longer surprised by Wikilatus’s ability to read his mind. Wikilatus’s answer does not really help Zanvole much, but he is just so cold and tired that he lies in Wikilatus’s arms and doesn’t wish to think anymore on the problems. Either way, Wikilatus is his friend and that is all he needed to know.

“There is still much before you, young one. And I fear the future as much as I fear for you. And for you, I shall destroy the cycle, I shall free you from your fate, if it is the last thing I do.” Wikilatus’s tears flies by his cheeks as the wind swept it away. Zanvole sleeps quietly in his arms and missed what Wikilatus have said.

[TheNewHorde]

This chapter reveals alot of stuff... and even alot more for you to think about. May not make whatsoever sense, but it will at the end because a secret event that I don't want to spoil for you will happen. And everything will be cleared. Only 3 or 4 more chapters left, and I thought of the last chapter already... but then... I have no idea how to continue on now... because I am not good at writing giant battles. I looked at your orc fight demons sentences that you sended to me, Flak. But I just don't know much vocabularies, there are words I think about in my head but doesn't know what it's called in English..... I don't know much vocabulary, and I am in need of adjectives.... help.... :g vsad:

P.S. If it sounds good to you, I am always thinking from a reader's point of view. So not even myself know what is really gonna happen. ^_^ But that's the cool part of it, cause it's like me reading a novel, wondering what's gonna happen next. But instead of reading, I'm writing! It's 10:04 now, good night again and see you tommorow, Flak. And Inqusistor7 if you care about my good nights, LOL.


I changed into another person's view, tell me if I did it correctly. Ok?
And tell me of the World of Warcraft cerematics, I am just too curious, cause you didn't answer my 5th note from last time.

[TheNewHorde]

The cold air chilled him to the bones. As hard as it might seems, Zanvole actually slept on top of the beast as it was flying past the sea. Zanvole lifted his head to find two deep orbs looking down at him.

“Had a nice sleep, young lad?” The face was tired, but the same kindness can still be seen. “We’re flying west now; you’ll soon see the home of the blue flight. It’s also where the frost wyrms are created. The current of this mountain denies out passage, which is why we shall past the Great Dragon Flight.”

A blue dragon is flying, no, shifting towards the Dragon Flight. It seems to fly like the destroyer does, but with every blink of an eye, it’s at least twenty yards away from where he was.

“The blue flight belongs to Malygos the spellbinder; they use magic as much as their physical strength. There’s a sad story to the blue flight, as for me, the sadness will never fad away until a new future is crafted.”

Not pretending to understand, Zanvole simply nodded and return to the blanket and warm hug Wikilatus provided. Warm hug? Zanvole glanced at Wikilatus’s fingers and realized Wikilatus was burning in magic in order to provide Zanvole warmth. This ability was known as immolation, commonly used by demons to burn their enemies. Wikilatus controlled the magic so well and skillful that Zanvole didn’t felt himself being burnt by the flame.


After another hour of rest, Zanvole set back up and looked around himself. Bones, corpses, skeletons, and other monstrous sight. There were no signs of life, impossible to believe this is the home of the blue dragon that passed them just a while ago. How can these creatures live when the body of their lifeless brethrens surrounds them completely?

“This is where Ner’zhul revived the drakes into the twisted frost wyrms. The dragons travel here before their last moments. And yes, the dragons do live here to protect the body of their kind from Ner’zhul and his minions. I believe you understand the fate of those who failed to protect the bodies more than I do. A peaceful death is all they ask for.”

Zanvole thought of his own death and how he begged his father to spare the life of Zanvole and his family, but he turned his back on Zanvole and walked away from the door. Decaying creatures with needle-like teeth and claws sharp as daggers cut their way through the house and butchered Zanvole’s family like animals, the screams still rings in his mind. Even as an undead, Zanvole hopes for relief and death, which was never granted to him.

“Look in to the future child,” This is the first time Zanvole felt true rage toward Wikilatus, for Wikilatus invaded his privacy and knows his darkest secret as to his will for revenge. Dreadlords valued hatred, and such hatred would please a dreadlord, but Zanvole fears he would drive Wikilatus away. “Forgiveness, your father’s sins are to be forgiven, do not dwell in the past, the future is what matters.”

Zanvole took Wikilatus’s words at heart, as he always did, but he doubt if he’ll ever forgive his father. Zanvole gave another glance at the frozen wasteland. If it weren’t so corrupted, there would have been a sense of beauty to the endless mountains of ice and snow.

[TheNewHorde]

Yeh... I know, the chapters are short and lame... but I can't help it.... Look how much time we have when we're in study hall... not much. And the fact that I have to write my stuff with pencils is killing me... I hate pencils, I can type three chapters of my work in half an hour while I can only write 1 chapter an hour.... sigh* So, seems abit clear now why he hates his dad, doesn't it? It already stated in the first few chapters that his father left his family for the cult, and this is the truth about it. (At least it's the truth for now.) And I decided to end the story at Chapter 11 and a epilogue. Woo.. what a short story and a dumb/lazy writer.... Well... I'm a newbie, and the longest paper I ever wrote was an 300 words thingy about Egyptians... so this is more than anything I ever done.

[Flak]

Stop putting yourself down, man. While I don't necessarily have the time to read everything in depth as you post it, I give it a brief glance and it looks solid. You're improving and I don't want to see the self deprecation :y-thumbsu

[TheNewHorde]

The sky is losing its colors, as the clouds got thicker and mists flows towards the ground. The moisture level is at an unnatural high range and the visions grew terrible. It’s barely possible for you to see your own hands with the mists covering them up. Though unable to see his face, Zanvole felt Wikilatus kicked the destroyer on the side to lower it down. The losing of altitude made Zanvole’s ears echoes madly as if a centaur was stomping its hoof upon his eardrums. The endless calling of his father was finally fading away as the echoes grew tenfold by the increasing speed of their landing.


"Shadow is something that would not exist in this place. Wherever darkness prevails, there would always be no room for light. Shadows and darkness, they are twins, always related; yet they're different. Shadows are the followers of light, for it cannot survive without light, but their loyalty lies to darkness. Darkness, however, is the counter of light, for it does not allow light in its path. Remember that, my child, remember......"


The same thing that has haunted his nightmares returned. The calling of the poem returns within his mind as they finally landed. Wikilatus seems to hear the same thing as well because of his constant mind reading on Zanvole.

“Umm…” Wikilatus slides off the destroyer with Zanvole in his arms, “This is what he met.”

Wikilatus pointed at a cave in front of them. A sinister laugh and several endless moaning came from the dark cave. Wikilatus summoned a mystical fire bolt towards the cave, not knowing what is going on, Zanvole simply watched. The fire bolt dispersed and spreads like fireworks as if an invisible wall is in the entrance of the cave. Carefully approaching, Zanvole put his hand in front of the entrance, trying to feel the barrier, but there was no barrier.

“This is exactly like the poem,” Wikilatus’s orbs peers directly through the cave, “Not even my visions can see within the cave. It is full of undead shades; the trapped undead shades’ moaning for freedom can still be heard. Once you enter the cave, you can never leave.”

“And that is why I am here.” A large snowman covered in blood slides toward the two travelers, “the spirits will keep us linked while we’re inside. Even if we can’t see each other, we will be able to feel each other’s presence through the spirits.”

“What are you?” Zanvole yelled at the bloody snowman, “how do I know you aren’t a Scourge who hopes to set a trap for us.”

“It seems you have forgotten me,” The snowman took a couple steps closer and it’s head shifted to green as he puts his hands on it. The creature is no snowman; it is the young shaman from Stonetalon peak. The snowman body was his cloak, while the blood was his Orcish incantations, “the camp was alerted by your odd disappearance. The holy spirit told me that I should come here and aid you.” The orc lifted his hands and shows a pair of white gems necklaces on his leathery gloves.

“And now that you have come to serve us, would you like to call me Master Wikilatus?” Wikilatus’s lame sense of humor doesn’t seem to entertain the orc.

“Not if I’m dead.” The orc took Wikilatus’s humor as an insult and turns toward the cave.

“That can be arranged.” Wikilatus whispers to Zanvole as they each grab a necklace and walks within the cave.

The necklace empowered Zanvole’s visions, not the clearness, but it changed his sight into temperature controlled. The dark cave is now currently in deep ocean blue, while the orc have turned to a burning red color. The dreadlord, however, could not be seen. Zanvole turned his head towards his right and sees ten red orbs flashing madly around his waistlines; it was the dreadlord using immolation on his fingers to show others where he is.

“Ahhhhhh!” The orc flied twenty feet up in the air and dropped down like a giant boulder.

“Defend yourself, Zanvole!” Wikilatus shouted. Zanvole watched the ten flashing orbs holding some kind of invisible attacker back.

Zanvole dashed toward the orbs and pulled out his dagger. The orbs now suddenly form into a large fireball, and finally the shape of a lifeless dreadlord. The burning red dreadlord flashed his whole body but only lasted a second because the cave’s magic repelled and dispersed the light of his fire. Turning back into the color of the wall, the dreadlord is no longer visible anymore, but a fiery scream shook the cave.

“Wikilatus!” Zanvole cried out, but no reply came from Wikilatus. Instead, Zanvole felt the shaking and cracking ice as the invisible creature charges, “Wikilaaa….” Zanvole shouted again but was cut off by pain and the cracking sound of his bones.

The white gem, (though unable to see the colors,) shattered. And it feels as if some decaying antlers ripped through his skin and over the bones, he was tossed towards other side of the cave and splits the icy wall of the cave into pieces as he hit it right on with his back. Without the gem, he couldn’t see a single thing now, not even the heat of his comrades. Just as he has given in to this unseen enemy, a flash of light lightens the cave. The orc was summoning lightning, but the cursed cave dispersed the lightning before it hits the monstrous being. The brief second of lightning was more than enough to make Zanvole realize whom is he fighting against; it was an undead crypt lord. Without the warmth of blood, the creature is as cold as the frozen wall itself, that’s why they can’t see where he is. But how did the orc know where to aim at? Sound? Guess? Impossible, even with sounds coming out from it, it’s impossible to be so exact. What was it that the orcs have that he don’t?

The giant carapace creature charging sound shakes the cave to madness. Zanvole felt something wet on his hands that reminds him the Scourge…. Blood. That’s it! The orc can see the creature now because Zanvole spilled his blood on the creature when it attacked him.

“Toss the gem to me!” Zanvole shouted to the orc.

Zanvole felt something hit his chest and quickly put it on his neck. The next second, he returned to the enhanced vision. Zanvole both hear and see the nerubian monster on top of the orc. The shouting was endless, he has to defeat this creature fast, the blood on top the crypt lord is freezing fast. He have more chance against this incarnate of death than the orc does, an assassin like him have always been trained in soloing combat. The orc, however, is muscular in nature, but a pure spellcaster heritage. Zanvole murmured the same bone and flesh regrowing spell he use back at the Forsaken.

“Ahhhhhhaaaaahhhhhaaaaaahhhhhh!” Zanvole’s bone regrew in his body while the flesh is regenerating fast on top of his skeleton.

During his time at the Forsaken, he never has to know the pain of the bones growing instant feels like. It was pain beyond imagination; he regrets his actions because the pain is thousand times tougher than having his bones cracked. Trying to breath again, though still panting, he looked at the creature once more. The crypt lord is now at a light blue color. Knowing he has not much time left, Zanvole did the unthinkable. He jumped on the crypt lord’s back; the crypt lord’s spikes went through his body like needle going through paper. Blood spilling, Zanvole murmured the transportation spell Wikilatus often used on him. Instead of the burning sensation within his blood, the blood exploded within his veins and his skin was on fire. It was suicide, but it was to save the life of others, perhaps he wouldn’t be able to have his vengeance upon his father after all. At least, this is the peaceful death he wanted. The spiking creature screeched and burnt to black like a helpless insect. Beside it, Zanvole lay peacefully with a grin as he covers in blood……

[TheNewHorde]

HEY! That isn't right!!! You said it ends in 3 or 4 chapters, why did the story end now???

The-New-Horde: The End? I think not. Wait for what happens next, you'll be surprised.

P.S. You're right, I shouldn't be so down. I should believe in myself. And I will, thank you, Flak.

Shall the story of Zanvole continue? (If I didn't post tommorow or the day after, then it probably means this is the end.)

[TheNewHorde]

Chapter 9 will start immediately!
(because it's only 6:27 Pm, still 4 more hours before sleep.)

[TheNewHorde]

Before start to write next chapter.. this is a school work I did, I thought it's sorta funny because I have to make a story with the vocabularies. I made it sounds like a war battle using the vocabularies. ^_^


Unit 4 vocabularies. Jeff Wang

Zanvole the Cat
Zanvole the cat jumped across the fence, looking for his next victim. He glazed past the frivolous humans and wishes to spend another blasé day. The pussy cat court annulled him to a useless cat. Suddenly, the porous wall caught his attention. It is residues of the once glorious mouse kingdom, which have been utterly, destroy by the cats. A rat came out from one of the wholes carrying a heavily sustained armor with a young mouse in it. Zanvole’s obsession of hunting made him dashes toward the rat. The rat saw Zanvole and gave a small hiss; he seems to be mustering his forces for a battle. Hundreds of ornate mice came out from the holes, past the promontory, and surrounds the rat and damaged mouse in forms of overlapping circles. Zanvole decided that the rat is the leader and he to slashes past the nonentity army of mice to reach in and oust the rat from leadership. The rat bolsters his forces by giving even more annoying hisses. Zanvole jumped across the army and landed on the rat. He injured the rat so bad that the rat shouted a few mourns and became silent. Zanvole’s qualm soon caught up with him, he realized that attacking the mouse doesn’t prove him to be useful; it proves him to be a bully. Zanvole deplored his feelings by sitting there with tears in his eyes. The mice soon realize what have been wrong with this cat, and they signed a peace treaty with Zanvole. From now on, Zanvole is the guardian of the mice, protecting the mice from other invading cats, and since then, he have never felt being useless ever again.

[Flak]

Whoa, that last post cracked me up.

[TheNewHorde]

“Spirits, grant this lowly one another of your miracles.” the young shaman mumbles over and over again for the past two hours. “Save him. Save this human from his death, for he was merely saving the lives of others.”

“True,” an echoing voice answered the orc, though not typically what the orc have expected. “Your prayers are as good as trash. What you ask for may sound reasonable from a mortal’s view, it offended the holy spirit of light.” It was the phantom of Khadgar, the ghost of white hair, former apprentice of Medivh.

Completely shocked by the phantom itself, the orc could only gasp. Though dark as the cursed cave, the phantom’s glowing light doesn’t seem to be effected by the cave. Now lighten up the cave, the phantom bend down beside the blood soaked Zanvole as more and more phantoms comes toward the position of the orc and the human. Even more surprised, the orc recognize most of the phantom within the cave. They were heroes of the war, ghosts of the past. No, but the closer the orc looked, he got more confused by the ghostly creatures. Some of the phantoms aren’t even dead, Sylvanas Windrunner, the banshee queen wore her old green traveling cloak and seem like a high elf more than a undead. Arthas Terenas, king of Loardaran, champion of Ner’zhul, wore the cloths and armors once known as the prince of Loardaran. Instead of the darkness incarnate as he is now, the phantom is simply prince Arthas, protector of the light, paladin of the SilverHand.

“As we have already spoken,” Sylvanas the ranger general bends next to Zanvole as the others follows her action now, “cease your endless mumbling, nothing will come.”

“Inevitable. The Oracle shown us the lad’s fate from the beginning, but I never truly wishes to believe it.” Lother, champion of Anzeroth, childhood friend of King Llane and Medivh, cries soundlessly while tears bursts from the old warrior’s eyes.

“He fought a battle even an orc warrior couldn’t fight better,” Grom Hellscream puts his hands on top of the boy’s chest. “A similar death as my former self’s, burnt dry by flames.”

“I tried.” Completed forgotten of the dreadlord, the orc could not believe the demon was still alive. “His horrible death replays itself countless times over the centuries. I thought by saving him could destroy the cycle just as Medivh have freed himself, it seems I failed.”

“Destroy the cycle?” Sylvanas now filled with rage after Wikilatus’s statement, “You can’t possibly be serious. The future was set to all, you have seen it since the beginning of time, and you intends to destroy the order?”

“Yes, I did.” Wikilatus confessed, “it’s time for me to reveal the truth that I have hidden from the rest of you for over the past three years.”

“The truth is always painful, but it is required to know. If you have told the boy sooner, he might not needed to die.” The white haired warrior-mage looked at Wikilatus, hoping to hear the truth as well.

“Not needed to die?” Sylvanas burst out again, now standing back to full height, “You can’t possibly be thinking of the same madness of destroying the cycle! Have you not learned from the past?”

“With the cycle still continues, sacrifices will still have to be made. I was a sacrifice, and I had hoped to be the last one.” The white haired warrior-mage stared right at Sylvanas with his mystical green eyes. “What do you see? You see a man of old age dying in a battlefield. If the cycle never existed, then you would’ve be seeing a young man at the age of nineteen in front of you.”

“These are inevitable, the future was set long before time even existed. This is all part of this world.” Sylvanas replied calmly.

“As long as the cycle still stands, more sacrifices have to be made. Both the magus and Sargeras realize that as well, I believe most of us standing here all agrees.” Lother, Grom, and many other phantoms all nodded their heads. Overpowered, Sylvanas have no more reasons to defend for herself or the order. Khadgar finished what he has said; he turned back toward the dreadlord as if never to be disturbed by such a subject again.

“Medivh and I had a long chat,” Wikilatus broke the silence that fills the cave, “we spoken of breaking the cycle when he came to Stonetalon peak and asks me for the spot of the Oracle. He intends to use it as a bridge to connect the mortals with each other, without the interruption of us.” Looking around the place, all the audiences, includes the Orcish shaman, listened carefully to what Wikilatus have said. “Medivh offered me a corpse of a recently slain dreadlord when he first arrived at Stonetalon Peak. I accepted his offer as I too, hope to destroy the cycle. He shares my pain, for he contains the power of Karazhen within him, he sees the past and future as well as I do. Convinced by his determination to end the cycle created by the Titans, I placed my faith into this child.” Wikilatus’s head turns toward Zanvole for the first after the phantoms approach. “By preventing the child’s death, I would be able to go against the order and free myself from my duties. It seems, after all that’s been done, my plan was a complete failure.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not.” Khadgar shifted his gaze to the young Orcish shaman now. “I believe there is still a chance, and we will need the help of this one.”

“Mmmmmeeee?” The young orc totally stunned by the phantom’s clear statement.

“Yes you,” Khadgar answered, not losing his patience, “you see, the Oracle is not a being, it is a spirit. You shamans worship the five spirits of earth, fire, water, thunder, and light, but you missed one important spirit, the Oracle himself. Unlike the other spirits, he was driven to insanity by the eternal isolation at Stonetalon Peak until Medivh’s arrival. During his insanity, afraid he would loss his characteristics, he divided his characteristics into many being and forms. The phantoms you see here are merely different characteristics of the Oracle but shown in forms of heroes from eternity. I am forgiveness, and as you can already tell, Sylvanas is aggression; we are all of the same being. Your job is place us back into where we once belong using your shamanistic learnings. Does everyone agree with me?”

Silence was the exact answer the white haired phantom was looking for. Not even Sylvanas have anything to say against it.

“Let the ritual begin. The future is in your hands now, young orc.”


*****


Four hours have passed. During the hours, a phantom entered the dreadlord’s body one by one as the endless chanting of the orc force the ritual to become stable. The spirits formed into a line as they were moving toward the dreadlord. Passing the heavy plated armor, the spirits slips within the dreadlord like water being consumed by paper. Finally it was down to the last phantom. Khadgar glanced at the orc with a thankful expression and bend down towards Zanvole and touched his bloody forehead. With the nodding of the orc, Khadgar walked to the dreadlord. The phantom was consumed and the darkness filled the cave again after losing all the light sources.

Light broken into the cave and shined through the whole entire cave as the dreadlord collapsed to the ground and decayed to mere skeletons with flames burning the rest of it to ashes. Wind swept it away and light shined on top of Zanvole as the dried blood becomes wet and slowly fills back into the body. The burnt skin returned to the pale pink color of a human and his burnt out cloths reformed and covered Zanvole’s body as the light whirl around Zanvole.

“Darkness will never be seen in this cave ever again for the curse is broken. Only shadows of the past and future will remain here, this is now the new tower of Karazhen. Now awake, my young student, there is still much future in front of you, the future is in your hands.” A deep voice with the similar tone of Wikilatus fills the cave.

Zanvole opened his eyes and sees a tired orc sitting beside him. “I had a long sleep, many things were shown to me. Thank you Oracle, my dearest friend Wikilatus.”

[TheNewHorde]

You liked the last post, uh? HAHA, I thought that was funny, which is why I shared it. It's for your own laughter. HAHAHA. But then, I forgot to change my name into The-New-Horde, because I simply used copy and past from my 15 vocabularies paragraph. Can you guess which 15 words was the vocabularies?

P.S. One last Chapter left for the Last Oracle.... Ummm... does it really have to end? This Chapter did shown alot of stuff, basicly the whole entire story and all the secrets, the Medivh part was added because I have to make it fits the storyline where he took the Oracle's place and told Thrall and Jaina that Horde and Alliance must unite. One more chapter left, now Zanvole gotta deal with his old man... You guys probably already guessed the ending, it's like all disney movies, love and thanx and all that.

[TheNewHorde]

ok... I'm been reading the other forums and it's 12:05. Time to sleep for real now. c ya folks. (Though Flak is already asleep, cause he just use AOL instant messaged me, I wonder how he know what my account was...ummm)
Good night, Inqusistor7, if ur awake, that is.

[TheNewHorde]

The knowledge, the earthly forms, the Emerald Dream, the kindness and hopes for future… It all makes sense now, Wikilatus is no dreadlord, Wikilatus is a spirit, an element of the world, trapped in eternal isolation. He was suppose to die, he know it now. This was what Wikilatus always talk about, his fate. By saving his life, Wikilatus, no, the Oracle is freed from the cycle made by the Titans. By breaking the rules, the Oracle lost all its power of seeing the unseenable. Hard to believe merely hours ago he would be so interested in the truth. It all seems pointless now, his father, his life, nothing matters without Wikilatus, he lost his one and only friend.

Seeing the human’s tears bursting endlessly, the shaman told Zanvole. “You still have me with you, human. You are a friend and ally of the Horde now, even if open war is declared, you will always be welcomed to the Horde. Your name will be forever known in history for finding the sixth spirit and freeing it.”

Zanvole does not care about his name known in history, he does not with to be a hero, he only wish for his friend back. Seeing the orc’s concern, Zanvole wiped his tears away as they walks toward the very end of the cave.

“It seems I have never told you my name.” The orc muttered, “The name is Earl. Earl Lightholder of the Frostwolf Clan.”

Now the shiny cave is filled with dimensions. From left to right, hundreds of places could be seen at once. Visions of Stormwind, the Undercity, Khaz Moden, IronForge, Westfall, Orgrimmar, the world tree, and hundreds of unknown places in unknown time all repeats itself in this oversized cave. The shades stops it’s moaning as they free themselves from this once cursed cave. The last chamber in the cave is large enough to stuff fifteen fully-grown dragons within and still have place to stretch its wings.

A necromancer is sitting in the middle of the immense cave. Though his back facing them, Zanvole and Earl still cautiously approach the necromancer.

“You have come at last.” The necromancer turned towards the two companions. “I have waited for you for so long. Now, let us leave this place at once.”

“Who are you?” The orc shouted toward the necromancer.

“It’s ok,” Zanvole answered for the necromancer, “he is my father, Richard.”

“Do you seek vengeance upon me? Do you wish to tear me in pieces with your dagger?”

Zanvole shakes his head and the necromancer seems surprised. “I only ask for you to answer me this, why have you called me here?”

“The Lich King is currently away from Icecrown, I need a way to escape. His mental powers have decreased greatly and are unable to detect the mind of his own spellcaster. However, leaving here could caught his attention and I believe you already knows the fate of the one who betrays him.”

“And so you seek me to save you.”

“Correct.”

“What made you so sure I would come here?”

“Your will for vengeance.”

“Do you not fear I would kill you?”

The necromancer looks at the orc, and back at Zanvole. “No, I did not have such a fear because it is time for me to repay my sins. Someone informed me you are with the Forsaken, which is how I located you.”

“And who is that?”

“Your friend dreadlord, also known as the Oracle.”

“Then I guess you never intends to leave here alive.”

“I had my hopes.”

Zanvole pulled the dagger from his belt and walks toward the necromancer. Richard closed his eyes and lowers his head slowly as he waits for his death. Moments have passed, Richard felt Zanvole’s hesitations, but still didn’t move. An inhuman growl made Richard open his eyes. A ghoul fall beside Richard’s knees as Zanvole’s dagger stuck on its skull.

“You’re not going to kill me?”

“A friend of mine once told me. ‘Look into the future, do not dwell in the past, the future is what matters.’ It stayed with me. Now get up, we got company.” Zanvole give Richard a hand up as the orc joined them.

Back to back, the three of them force into a circle. Ghouls and nerubian fiends swarm the place like ants coming out of an ant hole. Unbelievable, the undead were able to fill the whole entire chamber where fifteen dragons cannot. A twisted figure of frost and darkness floated from behind the enemy lines.
“You really think Ner’zhul have no idea what went on your puny minds?” The lich’s inhuman laughter can put fear even into the fiercest warrior. “He waited for you to call your son so he can have the pleasure to torture you and question the dreadlord of the mortal world. But it seems,” the lich pulled out a skull behind his back, “the dreadlord is already dead. Curious for a dreadlord to be with mortals like yourself, he was burnt to ashes. The crypt lord appears to be a lot more powerful than I imagined. No matter, I shall take you alive for questioning then.” The Lich gave a small whirl of his hand and icy blue auras shot right at the shaman.

The dead charged after the shaman’s spellshield bounce off the lich’s attack. Zanvole pulled the dagger out, but instead of coming out, the ghoul’s neck cracked and the skull was stuck on the dagger. Zanvole used his dagger as a hammer and smashed the crypt fiend beside him while Richard bashed the nearby ghoul with his staff. The orc finally shown his true powers as he called lightning to strike the dead in a line. As much as they try, Zanvole and Richard simply couldn’t do as much damage as the shaman can. The never-ending undead force Zanvole to swing his “skull hammer” madly and finally cracked into pieces. Richard casts a dark coil against the creatures attacking him, but instead of making them weaker, it buffs them up even more.

“We can’t beat them, but perhaps there is a way for you to escape.” Richard shouted as he bashed another ghoul with his staff.

“Whatever you’re thinking, you better do it fast.” The orc gave another spin with his finger.

“Cover me. Shatter the cave in if you have to.” Richard starts chanting while Zanvole got between his father and the undead.

The orc mumbled another spell. The icy floor shakes wildly while boulders and shards of ice start to fall from the roof. The ground swallows the undead as well as the three mortals like quicksand.

“Good bye, my son.” Richard made a large circle with his staff, “I doubt we’ll ever meet again, your forgiveness is all I needed.”

Before Zanvole could have the words get through his mind, Richard pointed towards the orc and himself. The same burning feeling boiled Zanvole’s veins, but this time, there is no longer pain to feel. Zanvole and Earl disappeared as their whole body was buried in sand. Soon, Richard and the nearby dead were all swallowed by the quicksand. The cave collapsed upon itself…….


******

Earl and Zanvole are back at the Orcish encampment. Though no tears came out of Zanvole’s eyes. The orc felt his sorrow.

“It’s all over now.” Earl gave Zanvole a strong hug.

“No, it’s just the beginning.” Zanvole hugged the orc back, “This is the beginning of a new future.”

[TheNewHorde]

The End :g grin: :g grin: :g grin: :g grin: :g grin:

The Epilogue will start soon.

[TheNewHorde]

Two years has passed since the event at the cave of darkness. The Alliance and Horde have declared open war, the world is filled with fear and confusion. As for Zanvole, he now lives at Theramoore Isle with the rest of the human denizens. Zanvole have never seen the orc Earl ever since their pass through the cave.

“Ah, Zanvole.” The butcher of the marketplace called, “What do you want today? You should really try some of our goat meat. Fresh, just got them off this morning.”

“No thanks,” Zanvole replied politely, “seven slices of ham, and the turkey at the end of that stand.”

“Certainly, it seems you have some guests today, uh?” The butcher asks while he slices the large piece of ham.

“It’s for one, always for one.”

“You sure have a nice appetite.”

*****

Zanvole walks back toward his house after holding bags of grocery on each hand. As usual, salad dressing with sliced ham and a bottle of wine for dinner. Carefully dropping his groceries, Zanvole looks for the key to his house.

“Care if I join for dinner? With my help, you can travel to the bathroom less times.” A familiar tone of voice spoke below the short stairs of Zanvole’s front door. The voice is light and cheerful, yet the tone of lame sense of humor did not change.

“Wikilatus? Is that you?” Zanvole turned his body towards the person behind him.

It was the white haired warrior-mage phantom. Except this time the phantom did not glow and looks as solid as Zanvole himself. The mystical green eyes was still the same, yet the face is full of youth but the sorrow and endless anger was replaced by happiness and kindness.

“I decided to live my life as a mortal. My name is now Will Kiltus.” The grin on the dreadlord is now on this man’s face.

“So much as a name change.” Zanvole laughs and hugs Will tight, “I misses you so much.”

“I know child, I know.” Will hugs Zanvole and puts his face on Zanvole.

For the first time, Zanvole felt the warmth of his best friend. Not the warmth of magic, but the warmth of blood.

“So what are you now?” Zanvole asks while he wipes the tears of happiness off his eyes.

“Medivh is the last guardian, and I shall be known as the last Oracle.” Will whispered to Zanvole’s ears. “Care to know how your future will be like?”

“There’s no need.” Zanvole still refuse to let go of Will, lifting his head up and looks into Will. “I’ll make my own future for the future is in my hands.”

“Exactly.” Will agreed.


*~*~*~*~*

Zanvole and Will have live on Theramoore Isle together ever since. They visits Earl once every month, and even as the world is at war. The three friends have never forgotten their friendship. They will make a new future, a future of peace.

[TheNewHorde]

Well, since the story is over. 2 things I gotta ask.

1. How do you think of the story? Like a short review of how you think so I know what to change for my next story. (though havn't given it a thought yet.)

2. Which should I write?

A. The same story but from Zanvole's dad's point of view with the story of his life with the Scourge.

B. Think of a second piece for The Last Oracle.

C. Write something new after you guys tell me what you think I should change in my story.