The Chronicles of Azeroth
In a world...where the magic, warriors, demons, wars, and adventures exist. Two forces: good and evil, fights on the planet Azeroth, were many events that defined the face of their existence: the War of the Ancients, first war, Battle of blackrock spire, Lich King, Archimonde, Kil 'jaeden and finally...Deathwing. Then, human beings of planet earth, know a fantastic adventure of a group of warriors who lived some of the events that have been mentioned
Kingdom of Alterac
Year six After the First War
Was the time of second war, where two factions fought for the control of Azeroth. First, the Alliance of Lordaeron: formed by humans, dwarves, gnomes. And high elves and orcish Horde, formed by orcs, ogres, trolls and goblins.
The air was thick in the green fields of the Alterac Mountains. The supreme commander of the alliance Anduin Lothar, received a disturbing information from Alterac kingdom. Their leader, Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance, giving information to the Warchief of the Horde...Ogrim Doomhammer for forgiveness of the kingdom of Alterac, causing casualties in the high elven forces guarding a mine near Tyr`s Hand. The horde conquered the gold mine and captured the innocents, that among them were peasants and wizards from the magical kingdom of Dalaran. Taking advantage of this confusion among alliance members, numerous peasant of Alterac rebels, blaming the current state of his kingdom to the alliance.
Lothar responds with its army that came growing and advancing from Hillsbrad, a town from the south of Dalaran under the command of Lord Terenas, King of Lordaeron and leader of the alliance. I give you the mission to free the prisoners, and if necessary, release the madness and destroy Alterac from his treachery, as long as you avoid innocent casualties of the conflict.
Just outside Alterac, stands an Alliance camp. Blue tents, yellow and white banners with the flag of the Alliance...their icon is a yellow lion and blue. Everyone walks to do their work, among a group of paladins stood out: the human Victorius Eagleheart and the dwarf Thorvald Verigan. Both lieutenants are directed along with his group for a captain and experienced in battle, Garland Mullins...waiting for the moment to move.
"Well, Victor -says Thorvald, finishing polish his mace- do you think it was necessary to get here?"
"Of course Thor -Victorius replied, already equipped with a greatsword- while the Horde still stay in Azeroth, no matter what or where, we must expel them from our land!"
"True -closes his eyes- what they did in the first war, must be answered"
"Logically following our path of light -replied while his hand rests on the shoulder of Thorvald- remember...revenge is not part of our teaching"
Get ready to move!
"I know -open his eyes- let`s get going"
They heard the shout of a soldier in various parts of the camp. Soldiers, elves archers, elven ballista, knights of the silver hand, wizards, dwarves and gnomes flying machines squads moves in the direction to the battlefield
Meanwhile, in the castle of Alterac. A grim castle with a mixed population of humans and orcs, glows a orange color of their banners and white eagle on it
"Damn it! -The Lord Aiden shouts with hitting the table- I said them to kill!, Now we have the alliance after us!"
"But it was because we need that gold -doubting says a veteran grunt- and...-makes a confused look- we serve to have some reward for their rescue"
Two soldiers come quickly and draw their swords in the neck of the grunt
"When about time to say that -Aiden euphoric shouts-grunt!, Be careful how you look at me...you just could've warned me before it happened, and gives you the gold!"
Suddenly a silhouette approaches in the corridor, a shadowy figure that part of the site was covered with shadows, the two soldiers walked away from the grunt to see such...skeleton covered with a red blanket
"Do not worry, lord Aiden -says the strange- his beloved alliance will be...repelled"
"What is this?! -Aiden exclaims- an undead!"
"Well -grunts responds with security- one of the Death Knights Warlock Guldan, a ally"
"Seron -says the undead- at your serve"
"So...Seron -Aiden asks with nervous- how you will achieve release me from the alliance?"
"With the shadow powers" -responds with a dark voice-
The sorcerer sound their fingers and behind him, two grunts falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Slam his staff to the ground, and the bodies are revived as ghouls, a badge and a reddish colored. The soldiers are stunned with such dark magic
Milord -asks a captain- are you sure about this?
Of course, you fool! -Aiden replied furiously- we canīt go back. Accepting the help they given us, we can live in peace regardless of the alliance...even the hateful Stromgarde will fear us!
Nearing a Alterac prison, small one compared with the other major kingdoms of the alliance. Just been watched a small guard of milicia
"But...-the dwarf asks insulted- we are taking by the beards?!"
"Apparently Aiden was not worried about the prisoners" -Victorius responds with affirmation-
"Hum...-says Captain Garland- we will advance together with the priests to relieve some wounded"
"Understood -responds a knight- captain Garland!"
"Come on brothers!" -Garland yells to his squad-
The group of paladins and priests move into the prison, the guards just noticed the attack. They are overwhelmed by the horses of the knights. Victorius and Thorvald ran on foot, attacking with their weapons to the guards who remained, rendering them unconscious under the sparks of light coming out of their weapons.
"Wow -Throvald relieved- that was easy"
"Do not be confident" -Victorius clasp his eyebrows-
"Priests! -Shouts Garland- heal the unconscious guards!, Despite being traitors...may be sorry for our holy light"
The priests come close to healing the wounded people with the holy light they were taught. Among them, highlights a couple of women, the sergeants Angela Altaria and Isabelle Knightley
"I will cure that soldier -says Angela pointing a wounded- and you, the knight"
"Understood, Angi" -says Isabelle running towards the knight-
Both using the power of light, do not take long to heal the wounded and checking they were ready to be mobilized
"Wow -The dwarf says with a impish look- that priests is cute, right?"
"Focus Thor -the human responds seriously- we canīt fail in this mission"
Using a elf ballista, soldiers carry a big arrow made of a wooden tree and metal tip. It fires and is embedded in the wall, this collapses and breaks many of the bars, freeing the prisoners
"Thank you!" -Says an excited farmer-
"Thanks for your light" -says a mage, running from the place-
"And...this is the last one -says Angela while finishing the cure- Lesser heal!"
An elf archer manages to rise with healing and see that the paladin group sucess the first objective
"They made it -says Isabella, also ending- it's time to go to the castle -looks to the two paladins, especially Victorius- Hey, Angi -with a flirt tone- you did see that paladin?"
"What is that question Isa? -Angela replies with litter anger- not get distracted!"
Everyone dont realizes, the west wall collapses and from the smoke of the ruins, a group of horde appears with bloodrage running towards them
"By the light!"
"Is a trap!?"
"Damn! -Garland shouts drawing his sword- protect our priests!"
Swords with axes shocks, spears and arrows flies in the place. Stone balls and elven ballistas breaks the ground, the battle is intense and the unfortunate fall heavily under the attacker's weapon
"Kill their healers!" -Shouts exuberantly a troll-
A handful of horde focuses on the priests, paladins manage to stop their attack, but some hordes manage their spears through them and easily get to the priests who are scattered across the site
The light beam in form of lance shaped achieved through a grunt, but canīt launch another quickly. Luckily for Angela, another holy lance kills a troll from Isabelle
"Angi! -yells pointing- over here!"
They run towards the entrance of the prison, but it is demolished by a ball catapult stone, preventing their escape. About to die under the handful of orcs, Angela group arrives just in time. But, another even smaller group fighting against them deviating from their shields and goes after the two helpless priests
"It can not be! -Angela regrets- if we knew to fade!"
Another collapse occurs, and the clerics are separated
"Angela! -shouts with concern- oh no..."
Already inches from their axes, and the hope are lost. Until a sword and a maze stops the small group, Victorius light ejects his hands that leaves some blind and cut with his sword. Thorvald, something stronger, concentrated the power in his mace and impacts to the ground causing an explosion of light, making expel the orcs of the sector. Isabelle falls by a push of a dead troll, Victorius extends his hand
"You're welcome" -the paladin respondes with no doubt-
"Where is the other priest?" -asks, while pulls out his mace of a broken skull...looks them with concern-
"A landslide occurred...and -the priest responds with sadness-...we separate"
Seeing the outcome of the assault...Victorius moves foward
"Thorvald -says with order- take the priest to the camp...i will search her"
But Thorvald shakes his head with a negative
"Not be underestimated them -the dwarf replies-...I go with you"
"I...I also go -says with shy- I will not lose my friend"
"very well -says with a smile- letīs go"
As the battle continues...Angela gets out of the place, but an ogre grabs her in the left side, takes it on his shoulder and walk to another entrance of the castle
"Ahhh!...ugly ogre, get..of..me!"
pretty human not to worry -says the ogre- the ruffians needs a woman on the inn, hahaha
In that sentence, does not notice the presence of a warrior on his right side. Bringing a large sword on his back and using a large axe, cuts the skin of the leg of the ogre
"OUCH!, I crush little human!"
"Try it!" -challenges the warrior-
The ogre using his other hand with its large mace hits the warrior, but he parry with his axe. The ogre strength was noted with a slight breeze in the air, the warrior responds with a short swing and cut back on the same wound, the ogre staggers and he try answer with a kick
"Watch out!...-Angela screams- what...?"
The ogre change his mind, the warrior is distracted for paying attention to Angela and the ogre hits with the hand that has gripped the priest, making a dazed warrior throw down
"heh heh heh, is the better than you can, human?"
"Ha, good hit -says the warrior, while cleaning the blood from his mouth- but, in addition to speak well, I have this!"
The warrior runs at high speed making a cleave to the stomach and overcomes the Ogre. Angela falls releasing and forgetting she existed, is hit by an elbow in his head. The warrior ends up lying back and Angela sitting on his back
"Thank you very much, but...why you did not see i was holding on his hand?"
The dazed warrior rises quickly and shakes the dust
"cof...ah -responds the warrior with a reaction- yes yes sorry, is that I had to concentrate to beat...what -coughs- My name is Lieutenant warrior Farax Lionheart..."
"Thanks for saving me -says with nerves- Farax, and...and...I mean, Farax Lieutenant, Sergeant Priest Angela Altaria repor ..."
"Needless to say formalities -interrups with a open palm hand- we arenīt here to teach a lesson to Alterac, isnīt?"
"Yes...of course -she asks something uneasily- you should not be just a soldier with that armor?"
"yes...but -shakes his shoulders- those who do not follow nearly all the rules and stand out in Stromgarde...do not give us good clothes"
"Too bad -says with some regret- because I come from the already destroyed...Stormwind"
Grab part of his robe with his hands, holding a great sadness
"I'm sorry -says with mood- but we will do better if we get together with others"
"Others?? -asks, wincing- who?"
Farax launches a whistle and near some trees, appears a battalion of soldiers and knights with their red uniforms Stromgarde
"Warriors!...the steel awaits!"
While in the Alterac castle...
"I told them to not do that trap from themselves! -Aiden shouts- ...and were defeated lost part of the internal defense of the castle!...DAMN!"
launch a glass of wine and falls to the ground spilling in place, the soldiers are shocked with the fury
"Do not worry -says confidently the grunt- Seron will take them"
"did you not have doubts? -asks with a challenging look- if the alliance somehow would sweep us?"
"I do not worry again -responds by changing the hand of his axe with insurance- Seron will cover them with darkness"
"This force from the alliance -says as he looks at a maid bringing him wine- has the best paladins in their ranks -approach to the grunt more closer, which caused great sorrow on him- If I was you...i would go to see my family"
At a time to think, the grunt runs quickly from the throne room
"Well...soldiers -says Aiden with authority- prepare for battle...take every citizen regardless of their condition to fight..."
"Yes, my lord!" -Shout the soldiers and run into the hall-
The strength of the alliance came to the entrance of the castle. The defense of Alterac, between humans and the horde are prepared to defend his kingdom ...
"Lord Aiden! -Garland shouts behind their men- if you want your kingdom still standing, you should give up and make a formal apology to our Majesty, King Terenas of Lordaeron and delivery to your soldiers of the Horde!...But...if donīt, you will be subjected to light and justice, and your kingdom will be taken until the entire horde there..."
"As you know very well that I will never give up -responds Aiden from a balcony- Captain Garland!...the Alliance has ignored us, we are the weakest kingdom, and I've been forced to take drastic measures!...You're losing your time, Captain!"
"Then...so be it -responds drewing his sword and pointing to the castle- forward, brothers!"
And the battle begins. Metal and wooden arrows of elven ballistas flys and impacts, managed to break the great door of the castle. From inside, the catapults hordes respond with crushing stone balls to the strength of the alliance ...
Meanwhile, Farax and Angela with a large group of soldiers are meters to reach the castle
"Well mens, is time has come...-says Farax- Lord Aiden must paid for their mistakes...our Lord Trollbane will never forgive him!"
The soldiers raise their arms and shout...Angela is impressed by the enthusiasm
"Well -draws his axe- we will convey this hatred!"
Stromgarde soldiers advance, and the two follow them...from the field, Victorius, Isabelle and Thorvald arrives
"Angi! -Isabelle yells happily-
"But if it is..Isa! -turns around- Isa!"
"nice...friendlys -Farax looks with focus- wait a minute...that paladin?"
The friends are given a warm embrace and formally greets, but Victorius and Farax not noticed their presence...
"YOU!?!?" -both screams-
Everyone is confused...the ambient are little dark
"Victor?? -the dwarf asks with doubt- how long you have known him?"
"Long story" -says Victorius with reluctanly-
"is not necessary to repeat" -says the warrior while scratches his head
"Thank you very much for taking care of Angela" -says Isabelle with gently-
"No problem" -Farax cross his arms-
"We see that you are a warrior -salutes- Lieutenant paladin Thorvald Verigan"
"A dwarf friend...Lieutenant Warrior Farax Lionheart"
"It looks you have courage" -Isabelle says impressed-
"Of course -responds modestly- my dear?..."
"Sergent Priest Isabelle Knightley" -responds with reverently-
"I would say it has enough audacity -Victorius says with angrily- to rely"
"I just Listen a challenge -says with laughter- Victor?"
"need to guest?" -answers challenging-
Their eyes fought electric ray ready to begin the challenge, but a very intense light lit between the two
"Stop wasting time! -Angela shouts with authority- we have a battle to win!"
"Angi" -Isabelle impressed with a open mouth-
"Wow -says remembering- it is true, my battalion!"
Farax runs quickly to catch up with their group, leaving behind the rest
"But it -Victroius says very annoyed- someone like him...a lieutenant?!...and he have its own battalion!?"
"calm down -says the dwarf going ahead- to not leave manifest that bad feeling"
"is true...-the paladin blink his eyes- letīs go!"
The battle levels up, ogres and knights stand in the exchange of metal and wood. Farax with his battalion arrived and facilitates the work to the rest of the alliance...while overhead on s Alterac Tower
"The Stromgarde! -Aiden yells euphoric- Where the hell is Seron?!"
The alliance gains ground, the union human-horde backs. Until...on a sector of the stables, a dark shadow appears. Sounds a horse steps, the horses fears from a skeletal horse...the alliance are paralized looking of such obscurity...is Seron with a few undead and creatures beside purple wristbands
"Go for them"
The force of darkness runs without mercy and finish with a few soldiers and archers, horses of the knights were frightened to see such evil and throw away the raiders of his back. Slowly, the knights are defeated by the claws of the skeletons
"But what sacrilege is this?!" -Garland is impacted-
Seron mysteriously appears next to him, part of the alliance still struck
"Your worst nightmare -says with his hand on his head- Touch of Darkness!"
A spectre green plasma with a form of hand with sharped claws strikes Garland, and the Paladin burns with a little green flame...leaving him a nasty scar
"Now -says with satisfacion- your army will fall under the Death and..."
Hammer of justice!
Stopping the evil spell, Seron is dizzy under the impact of the hammer which came from the sky. The group arrives defeating a few hordes
"Well, well -says with a dark laugh- more victims to cover my dead body`s"
"No one who wants to know who you are -says preparing his greatsword- but, you must be extinguished!"
Part of the dark force disappears under the glare of the dwarf, Seron feels losing some strength
The bodies of the fallen on both sides backs to life, with a red glow in his eyes walking awkwardly toward them
"It's as every time someone kill from the two armies..."-says Isabelle-
"joins to the death" -says Angela with fear-
"Well -says Farax with a cleave to a pair of orcs- we must keep them back!"
"Come on brothers!" -Garland shouts-
Among several sets of light, dark, claws and sword the battle intensifies even more. The group meets, Farax breaks through several drafts of his axe
"Well...-Thorvald asks- someone have a plan?"
"Just ask to the lieutenant -says Victorius with anger- with his own battalion"
"did you just say it with...-Farax laughs- ŋjealousy?"
"stop guys and think a plan!" -Angela yells-
"look out!" -Isabelle alerts-
An ogre under the influence of Seron`s Haste run fast, but a ballista impact on his stomach and falls to a pillar of the wall. It cause a landslide, and all fall away seperatly...
"not worry! -says the dwarf while stand up- Continue without me!, I'll be fine!"
"Are you sure?" -Angela asks-
"Never underestimate a dwarf -answer with bravery- for KHAZ MODAN!"
The valiant dwarf charge to the entrance of a blacksmith
"he know what it does -says Victorius while stand up Isabelle- come on!"
"Reinforce my minions -says Seron while are casting a dark spell- Unholy Armor!
Part of the Horde gets a orange glow armor on contact with the arms of the alliance. They are repelled, and with confident, defeats without dificult part of the alliance
"A bloody armor"-say Isabelle-
"I will try to cut it" -says Farax while charging with his axe-
"Wait...-Angela screams- No!"
Farax run and does a cleave, but is suddenly repelled by the armor. The troll laugh at him, but something strange happens, the troll reddish barrier begins to break. Everyone was in doubt of such that attack, Victorious sees the sword of Farax backs shines with a light yellow
That sword...it canīt be....-the paladin says with impression-
Impossible! -says Seron with wrath-
The troll armor breaks and Farax finishes him off with a big slash and cut it him in two pieces
"we just only need -says with a confident victory- a stronger arm"
A Touch of Darkness is shot and make Farax barely dodge it, the weather becomes cloudy and more lightning is seeing in the battlefield
"I think my men was right -says Aiden- I better go!"
Aiden runs in terror from his throne in the direction to the mountains with a pair of guards
Not let him escape, Lord Aiden must be down!
Shouts were heard in some soldiers of the alliance and part of them follow to the mountains. While, the dark forces increases with more and more undead at a time, Isabelle heals a soldier who was helping her, but a zombie behind her back attacks, She turns herself while using a lesser heal and brightness of light is projected to disintegrated the zombie
"That's...-looks to Victorius and Angela- hear!"
"What happens?" -Angela asks-
"Did you remember a lesson of light?"
"Well -says Victorius while putting his greatsword to the ground-...the light purifies the dark, if it is fighting"
"But they said that is all light" -says Isabelle with a spark on her eyes-
"So...you mean -Angela think a second- our healing works backwards to the dead?"
"But of course -her friend answer- Use your healing light!"
The two are confused about that idea
"Just do it!"
Victorious launch some Holy Lights and some ghouls are disintegrated with the powerful beam of light hitting to the ground, and Angela uses heal. A blue version of the holy Light and get the same result
"Keep it up!" -says Isabelle with energy-
The three manage to break the darkness without risking too much mana and the alliance gains advance
"Damn...-says Seron sounds his fingers- is time to use my last resort"
Raises his stave to the sky and from the gem of the staff starts a tornado. The wind force on a few seconds begin to cause chaos to the place
"By the light..." -says Angela impactaded-
"This kingdom will disappear -says with evil laugh- with all living by the fury of Tornado!"
The tornado becomes even larger and more skulls are circulating in the gray. Woods, wheats, swords, humans, orcs...there is nothing in this place could save from the strength of the cyclone
"It has to be a lie" -says Farax-"
"Do not give up!" -says Victorius with vigor-
All four advance to confront Seron, but sees them and waves his staff in their direction, the tornado changes his course and impact front of them
"watch out!" -Isabelle screams-
The force is strong, the priests are affirmed in a castle wall, but Farax and Victorious are not so lucky and they are carried by the tornado
Inside the Tornado, the two men are hit by some debris, in several failed attempts, they manage to cling to a rock. The big winds of the tornado are too strong
"Damn -says Farax while try to clean from the dust- where did they would have got that warlock?"
"I do not know -say Victorius with worry- but is not a warlock...is a deathknight, and something must be done now"
Victorious remembers the sword of Farax and see the sword once again...is still shines with the same color as seen before
"Where you get that sword?....Was after the graduation?"
"Well...yes, how many years passed since we saw?...i dont remember...-escape a long sigh- Was from my father"
"I see...why you not have use it?"
"because is a paladin sword -answered with sad- I am not worthy to carry it"
"But why? -question with impression- If you're not using it...maybe I can..."
"No, no, no -replied if the sword are like a treasure- you would not understand!"
"Are you still are the opinionated warrior huh?"
Seeing the face of a traumatic Farax, before this question of the sword, Victorius launch a punch to his face...not so hard but well effective to react the warrior
"It's the only way out of this!...you not see another way out?!"
Farax looks around the battlefield, the tornado, seeing the natural phenomenon armies rotating, the priests, and the death knight threaten with the destruction of the entire site
"...You're right -says recovering his will- although there is a small chance that you can use it"
"For -answer slowly- who is worthy to use, should be a humble warrior of light. A pure and noble heart like a lion, and result...I am the last of my family...but my path was different -down his head-...as you can see, i am be a warrior...no a paladin"
"Maybe i'm not a lion -says confident- but, I have not failed my way as a Paladin..."
(I hope -thinks- this can be done...father, forgive me)
At that, Farax access, Victorious grabs the sword and before removing it from its sheath, a mighty roar of a lion hears from the air...it comes from the sword. The two priests and some soldiers from both sides are scared of such a roar
"What was that?" -Angela asks-
A light is projected through the clouds and impact to the sword. The sword glows with an intense white light and between the body of Victorious, his other hand fires a powerful light that manages to dispel the tornado and impacts on Seron
"No way! -yells being to death- I have failed you, Lord Gul...DAN...Arghhh"
The light decays in Seron and all the force of darkness is dispelled...the silence reigns and clear the skies, the horde retreats leaving the kingdom of Alterac to his own. Victorious and Farax falls from a great height, the impact is absorbed by the shields of the priests, and finally Alterac seeing such power, decide to drop weapons and surrender, the slaughter has been stop...
"they did it!" -both clerics yells-
The alliance won the battle, part of the army continues to search Aiden, the four praised as heroes. In between the festivities on the now Ruins of Alterac, several Paladins run down to the pillar that had collapsed by the ogre, shouting
Get that traitor, the murderer Thorvald had killed Captain Garland!
"But -Farax answer like absurb-...that dwarf?!"
"it looked like to be a good paladin -Isabelle says with doubt-...right?"
"Thorvald -Angela looks down-...Why?"
"No, something happened -say his best friend, running to them-...Thor, he never do something like that!"
Victorious runs to those paladin, Isabella tries to follow him, but Angela stops her
"Maybe he can find out what happened" -says the warrior with pity-
The outcome of the battle was: the alliance advance to the south and reach Caer Darrow to continue the road to Blackrock spire. Part of the force continued to pursue Aiden with reinforcements from Stromgarde with their leader, Daren Trollbane.
Several days later, in the ruins of Alterac. A sad snow falls in the fragments of stone walls, a shadow are kneel in front of two tombs. One with a slash of a axe, and other with a helm of a grunt. For the second grave, a flower is placed, and a inconsolably cries sounds
-"I...I can not believe I may have made this -says a dwarf with sadness-...but the best i can honor you...is take this huge weight off...-drop his armor- goodbye, my little friend"
The armor is droped, once he served in the battles during the second War and now, left the place from the small gravestone adorned with the armor...after the alliance won the second war...the vision of this time, dissipates.