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Marstein
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(Seeing others writing stories here i figured id post one of my own, it is about one of my alts and is one of my better. ...i hope.
The title is "...im waiting...")

After following her brother home Eriniah soon desided to head ou as he dosed off agein. walking a familiar trail she walked back to Zoram strand and for once in deep thought.
Her brothers loss of sight had ben a shock, and he seemed so frail now. weak and defenseless...

Sitting down on the warm sand her train of toughts was interupted as a glimmer a bit further away caught her eye and before she would think it over she hurried to the old stoneslab and grabs the shiny pearl.
"wow, its pre..."
At the same moment a loud hiss was heard as five Naga suddely rose from the sand around her.
Looking for a opening Erin grabbed the wooden sword her aunt have given her for her ten years birthday and swinging it wildly she got a lucky hit at the side of the head of the closest one, making a opening that she bolted through calling out for her parents.

Alerted by the shouting other naga followed the young girl that suddenly found herself at the hole that was the entrance to the Blackfathom deeps.
As one large and very angry male lounged at her Eriniah steped back and fell down the hole where she was grabbed by strong, scaly arms and dragged under the cold water and up inside the old temple itself.

Struggeling desperately as the big Naga slitherd down the tunnel Eriniah could only stare wideeyed at the satyrs that was grinning and seemed to know what she would be for.
Seeing the remaints of other people she felt cold, paralyzing dread as silent tears trickled down her face and wishing she was safely home.

The naga stopped for a moment as they came to a slight rise in the water where big turtles was wandering around, one bigger then he others and with a red color.

Not liking the intrusion the red turtle suddenly charged at the naga with a unexpected burst of speed and clamped its powerful jaws at the nagas abdomen, reacting witout thinking Eriniah bit down on her captors arm as hard as she could and was thrown in the water as the naga struggled wth its attacker.

Swiming blindly and driven by the fear Eriniah surfaced in a cave, the glowing moss on the walls revealing a persons shape lying on the ground.
"uhm...hello? i...i need help, the snakemen..."
As she came closer the stench of death hit her hard, even in the dim light it was no mistake the dead body of a elven male.
Falling on the ground with a startled ghasp she crawled away as tears flowed down her face as the cave suddenly seemed so small and dark.
Hiding behind some old boxes and driftwood she curled up as the chill made her shiver, scared and alone she wished more then anything that she was home safe, tears running down her face as she struggled not to cry loudly knowing other monsters was living in the caves.

A loud roar deeper down soon statrled her more as she curled up tighter and sobbed quietly.
In the end the cold and fear had her exhausted as she fell asleep into a nightmare, where a big cave in the deep housed a big white and scaly monster with three heads was movig closer, intent on eating her.

The dream suddenly changed as a voice filled her head, a cold yet comforting voice.
"Little girl, alone we are nothing to Aku'Mai but free me and i shall once agein bite him deeply and drive him away."
Looking around confused for the voice Erin saw the handle of a weapon that was partly burried and ran to it as the monster dragged itself closer to its pray, the three heads trying to beat eachother to be the one to taste this treat first.
Not knowing why she pulled at the handle as the monster lumberd closer, pulling the huge axe free, holding it in her hands should be impossible for a little girl but she found it light as the axehead flared with a cold white glow.

Suddenly awake Eriniah paniced for a second then clung to her father as the dream faded from her mind.
The voice unheard by all but her as she cried in relief that her mom and dad had found her down here.
"...im waiting...for you to free me...in...time........."
The last words of her dream almost forgotten as soon as she heard them, she only wanted to go home agein.



(( another one, This one about Devaberiel. bit confusing maybe but its mostly to giv a glimpse of her mind.

i call it "Trapped".))

Alive!
Impossible! It would not be possible!
Deva shot a flaming glare at a nearby abomination.
"Its not right! Nothing can live through that, he must be dead!...i see him everywhere. He is a ghost. Not a living man!"
The abomination simply stared back at her mindlessly as it waited for a order, oblivius to the fury of its creator.
Furius about her creations lack of consern Deva swiftly blew it apart with a empowerd deathcoil spell.
"There! you happy now? you dont care do you? Your no diffrent from anyone!
"
Seeing the heap of flesh colapse Deva suddenly felt s overwhelming sadness a she grabbed a stuffed bear and curled up in the darkest corner of the crypt while sobbing quietly.
Wishing not for the first time since she died that her mother would come home and make the bad dreams go away, it had lasted to long now and she just could not wake up on her own.
The crypt itself changeing to become her room, the armor that was stinking of blood and gore became the soft pyjamas and the cold stone floor her bed.
But mother was nowhere to be seen, she was not home.
Her father sha had never known yet she rememberd him.
The stuffed druidbear also made her feel guilty, she pulled it closer but could not shake the feeling that it was mad at her, hated her even.
And the voice... that horrible voice that would sometimes yell at her, trying to ruin her safety.
"It is not to late, you do not know what your doing! You are not thinking the way you should and people are dying cos of your mistakes! You have to go and find help!"
Tears ran down her face and fell on the cold stone floor with low hisses, the corrosive drops making tiny dents as they ate away at the stone.
The skeletal guards, warriors from a time past keeping silent and mindless vigil of their creator and mistress as she cried herself to a nightmareish sleep.

As a new dawn came Deva once agein did not remember the night before and her mind once agein a furnace of hate and blind rage, oblivius to the sound far back in her mind.
The sound of a small girl lost in a dark and scary place...

Ezeri:Aww... poor Deva... this makes me want to find an excuse for Ez to give her a big hug IG




Telranir: It makes me appreciate how truly insane she is. Damn, my own insanity pales in comparison.



Syrri: Aww poor Deva, she does indeed seem to be the most insane of all of us, and in need of a big hug. Hmm finding an excuse for that is going to take some creative thinking.




((yet another, this one about my demonspawn warlock Melinia.
the story is called "Fear".))

The imp climbed off a displayed set of armor and looked around. not seeing any of its masters it grinned widely and hopped along the great hallway.
It knew some blind night elf had been brough to the mansion and to the Imp that spelled great fun.
Seeing the elf further ahead it grinned and stoped. a fireball? no. to simple.
It would have to do this the right way and play the game out properly.
Thinking a bit it looked at one of the armors and hurries to it.
Perfect. it would confuse the elf and he would not know how this attack had happend. Maybe even think it was a accident...
Pushing with a strenght that seem unlikely for the tiny demon the heavy armor tips over and the elf have barely time to register the sound as it drops down, not on him but around him in pieces as if deflected by some unseen force.
The Imp stare at the elf in disbelief at this.
Impossible! It was almost like...
With a sudden realisation it start to flee but yelps as one of the masters step through a dark rift and grabs the little demon with a hand that closed around its form like steel.
Her red eyes now flaming with fury as she glare at the squirming creature and ignores the elf's confused questions.
The Imp stare at the young woman and trembled in fear as it knew what would happen for its disrespectful tricks.
As the screaming imp burst into chaotic green flames and was redused to little more then dust, the girl cant help feeling relief that her lover was blind.
"...its just me Ahri... im sorry. just a minor problem... some refuse to respect that your a guest and protected..."
The young woman walk to the shaken elf and hugs him while smiling.
"just me...no one to be feared..."
She smile but still in the back of her mind she knew what lie this was.
There was mutch to fear in the House of Blackbloom, and even shielded by her mark and his blindness she could not help wonder...did he ever fear even her for only a moment?



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(To shed some light on future questions, should they rise i present the story of how Mars learned the Scourge to know from the inside.)

It had been days since Marstein had left his home in Ironforge to take on the travel north.
When the Scourge had been attacking everywhere his sword and shield had
served him well and his rage fueled him while thinking how his children would be at risk
if he ever let his guard down.

Watching Menethil harbour as the icebraker rumbled forward mars felt a stab of guilt about leaving his wife and children with only a note to explain that he had left to make sure they would always be safe.
As days went Mars would watch the sea uneasily, his mind back at a time when he was lost
at sea, unaware about the shores of Westfall that he had drifted to.
The ship finaly reached the so called howling fjord, and the name sure did it justice as the cold winds cut through the clothes and stung the skin underneat.
The fort itself was a impressive sight but no sooner was it within view before the cannons thunder and sounds of battle echoed across the fjord.
Valgarde had clearly ran into trouble as soon it had been settled and now it was time for action.
As the ship docked, nervus men and women went on to land while the ones that had come to
fight was rushed off to the commander by a gruff dwarf.
It was clear that there was little rest here, fires burned while people struggled to put it out and douse the other buildings to prevent the fire from spreading.
Injured soliders lying around in agony as the one nurse there tended to their wound as best she could.
Guns and cannon shots, the snarling of wild beasts and at the gates they were sent to defend...
Giant-men.
Not true giants but easier three to four times even the hight of a elf.
Assulting the defenders in numbers bolsterd by wolves even bigger then Darnassian riding cats it was clearly one of many threats in this land,
but this one was the closest and charging into the fray Mars was relived to find them falling as easily as any creature of living flesh and bone.

***

Cold... it had been cold forever now... or was it only days?
Wading through snow that went to his waist in Dragonblight Mars had not known rest and
while exhaustion and hunger was weakening him he dared not stop.
There was no way back, and to stop now...was death and then undeath.

It was so long ago now...or was it just hours?
A daring covert strike on the Vrykul village to liberate the people who were imprisoned and slaugtherd for the rituals in honor of the vrykul people's new master.
Then came the mist.
A unnatural mist...and the sound of great wings in the sky before something attacked them.
There was panic, people had fled... and Mars had looked up and seen a winged woman, a parody of the beings called the spirit healers.
It followed him as he ran... before he had been pulled by a unseen force and felt a massive cold hand around his throath like a vice.
Arthas.
Dangeling helplessly Mars had seen the enemy he had come to fight and found that he was powerless to do even the slightest resistance.
The countless battles, the scores of enemies and monsters he had slain meant nothing to this enemy who seemed to study him like he was a unusual critter or somethng even less.
Words like blades of ice had enterd his mind and he knew they were His.
"Stand back for this one is not for your amusement.
I can sense something in this ones mind,something that will serve a new purpose.
You will be spared this day and for as long as you serve your king.
Come to my seat of power, for your place shall be in my service in Fleshwerks where flesh and metal will forge my weapons. Fail me... and your fate
will be sealed in eternal mindless servitude among the rest..."

Mars moved his hand to his chest and groaned in pain. He knew what was there even if he had not dared to look yet.
Before he had been left to get to his new goal... his new master had branded him by running him through with frostmourne.
After that...he had felt cold...so very cold...and his head only had one voice.
The voice of his king.

***

Walking through the assembly area where the abominations vere fitted with flesh and implants
Mars felt a dark pride.
His modifications had increased the strenght with 6.8% and the inhibitors grafted into their skulls
ment the abominations had a better sensory input then their rotting minds had been able to provide.
The flesh beasts had been a marvel to study and with knowledge came new ideas, new parts to outfit the constructs with, new mixtures to empower the new creations.
Oh yes... Mars felt pride that his work would be part of ... of...
But no.
Now that his man was all a aching maelstrom of ideas and designs and improvements he still felt that uneasy feeling that he could not shake off.
Names that came back to him... Semir, Teala and Sarreck...
When he was alowed to rest those names would fill his mind and fill him with a sudden aching sadness and a cold fear, not for himself...

***

Over the weeks Mars had found his pride fade as more and more of him seemed to awaken and seeing the creations he had helped building he now felt sick.
While working Mars had started a project of his own.
Escape.
He had created a body that would keep him safe and enable him to battle his way out of the
Fleswerks if needed but he had hoped it would not come to that, hoped ageinst all odds he could sneak away or even be saved.
But the dark shadows always seemed to look back at him, like something or someone was making sure he did not act ageinst his King.
While instructing the skeletons in building this flesh vessel a sudden sound of battle was heard outside.
The sound of warhorns and swords had drawn Mars to a observations post where he saw what he had never belived possible.
Paladins and warriors of the Argent crusade batteling alongside deathknights ageinst the monsterus abberations he had helped create.
And by the looks of it they were hard pressed as the scourge held their ground.
With no time to waste Mars rushed back to his creation and climbed up into the folds of flesh that was its upperbody and settled inside its hollowed chest.
Ignoring the cold flesh and the stench as the flesh construct closed around him and jolted into movement Mars were determined to grab this chance, even if his creation was still unfinished, there was no way he could waste sutch a chance.
Seeing this creature stagger into view the attackers gave pause and backed up.
Outnumberd they had no desire of taking this one head on as they already had enough to battle as it was.
The flesh creature lumberd unsteadily to the operating tables and pulled one free with
both hands... and to the disbelief of crusaders and deathknights alike brought it down hard over the head of the closest abomination before it turned and swung its improvised weapon in a long sideways arc and knocked another to the ground.

Unknown to Mars this display was observed with great intrest high up as a shriecking gargoyle circled back in responce to its mental orders to observe this creature gone rogue.
With the fleshcreature on a rampage the crusaders and deathknights had given it a wide berth, and desided that it was better if scourge killed scourge while they secured the area and dealt with the many other horrors of the Fleshwerks.

Working his way through the oposing forces Mars could feel how his unfinished creation was starting to wear down.
The neaby abominations had used their hooks and chains well as the bigger flashgiants had been taking advantage of the traitors shortcomings.
The irony that his own modifications now was about to cost him his life lost on Mars as another boneratteling hit struck his creation.
As a fleshgiant landed a final punch the creature toppled over and went chrashing to the ground.
Unseen by all exept a pair of watchful eyes in the sky Mars struggled to claw his way out of the creatures chest and while ghasping for air he was seen by someone deep inside the Shadow vault.

Not being one who was easily suprised Duke Lankral never the less found himself looking at something he would not have readily belived if he did not see it.
With a silent nod he made the gargoyle dive down and grab the scourge engineer before anyone from either sides would kill him without a second thought.

Finding himself lifed into the air Mars was to weak and confused to fight it and anyway, it did not seem smart to learn to fly like this.
Mars hardly did register the landing or the voices that seemed so far away.
While the battle of the fleshwerks would rage on Mars was tended back to life as the Ebon Knights would await his recovery before questioning him about who he was and how he had broken free.
And most importantly, what did he know from his service of the Lich King.
Edited by Marstein, Feb 16 2010, 01:49 AM.
Mars:"*sound of motorsaw starting with a roar*"
Deva:"The demon is here! And queer! And not going anywhere!




((Since Syrri give us a OOC glimpse into her mind i offer you one into Mars...and also the answer to a question. "Where is it now?"))

Brushing the snow away from the block of ice, Mars looked at its grizzly content while shaking his head.
"I cant belive he did not even think of asking what happend to this..."
As a wormhole tore itself open Mars looked at the events and places flashing by before entering, only to exit in Caer Darrow less then a second later.
It was a gamble for sure, but as those who knew him was still trying to get used to that the slowminded simpleton suddenly had a fiendish mind they would not think of looking in the one place they knew to look.

As the doors swung open and armored skeletons marched out and lined up before him Mars could not help feeling a little suprised himself how quickly his power had grown.
Glancing to his left he noticed the restless spirits now had taken notice of him. frightend looks, angry glares...even faint whispering.
Watching the skeletons carry the iceblock inside Mars could not help a slight shudder as two ghostly children moved closer to see him only to be stoped a armored ghost that stepped infront of them, his arms crossed and a glare that any man would give one who threaten a child, a clear challenge issued to this...person who disturbed their oblivius existence in Caer Darrow.

Steping inside the massive door slammed shut and the deadbolt slammed into place.
No one could get to him here without him knowing...
It was a strange feeling... Knowing where every corpse was walking, seeing with their eyes or lack of eyes.
The restless shades that kept watch silently gliding around, the bone constructs once agein trying to escape the midden down below only to be furiusly repelled by the wards.

Walking to the lab Mars glared at some overly abitius students who were inspecting the strong and preserved arm.
"Get away from that! Or any one of you will be given same status as spare parts!"
Seeing the cultists hastily leave Mars frowned at the lich that was looking back at him before it spoke.
"Aah, Bloodblade... thriving and growing as always... however..."
The lich glided closer and looked to the severd arm.
"...some are speaking about your lack of progress here, that you are ...holding back things... we do not feel regret do we? The plan seem...stalled."

Mars paused as he looked to his desk, the plan was the same as it had been under scourge control. Conquest and erredication.
It was obvius the lich was probing him for any weakness to use ageinst him.
Therefore it did not come as a suprise as the lich lashed out at Mars with a spell of deadly frost, a spell that struck...and was reflected to its own caster.

Slowly reaching for one of his weapons, a massive warhammer Mars looked at the lich.
"...as you pull yourself together i urge you to remember who it was that came here, it was i that came to take what i wanted and i do not let someone like you take it back."

With a strong overhead swing the hammer impacted on the iceblock and shatterd the ice and the old bones of the lich.
It would not matter. all it needed was time to rebuild itself but as it did it would be reminded that the new master did not tolerate disobedience.

Placing Ahroth's preserved arm inside a machine inteded to keep it preserved in its ice Mars paused for a moment. It was of no use to him other then being raw material... why keep it?
Shaking his head Mars turned back to his desk.

It was not mutch time left and soon he would be done...

((A glimse in what Mars is doing when away from the rest of the tasty Enders... XP))

Watcher Elaira's report to the Cen expedition.

Day 1
Two days ago a stranger came to the twilight ridge.
He was aware of me as soon as i was aware of him and he soon made his way to teh tunnel that lead to the demon cults camp and one of the cursed portals.
It was puzzeling to see how teh usaly agressive birds of pray would shun this stranger and even surrender a fresh kill.
He seem to want privacy so no contact was made yet.
However at nightfall he became ...agressive. moving on all four almost like the apes of Un'Goro and savagely attacking a large serpsnt before tearing into it.
He soon came closer, sounding more like a rabid beast then a sentient being.
As i readied for a fight it was clear that the wards i set up around my shelter to keep the wild beasts at bay also repelled this stranger who soon left.
He was still roaming around and seem to have claimed this as his own turf.

At dawn he once agein walked erect and seemed more calm.
As he made his way down to teh plains i checked the caves and discowerd that he have indeed made a lair in them.
Requesting advise on similar incidents

Day 3
The creature made its way to the forgecamps.
Observing from the air during daytime it seem he is no ally of the Legion. But i am troubled by his intrest in the Legions machinery and during the day he seem to understand the machines alomost to well.
Today he used those machines to forge weapons, metal claws that he then tested on a nearby forgefiend. It was a display of savagery and violence and once agein he reverted to move on all four and fight standing on two legs.
Surther observations will be made but i have my doubt that this is just a man gone insane.
Suggest that a request for information is made to Umber in Moonglade, something about this bestial mans behavior seem almost familiar.

Edited by Marstein, Apr 25 2010, 01:08 PM.
Mars:"*sound of motorsaw starting with a roar*"
Deva:"The demon is here! And queer! And not going anywhere!



((Aaaaaand a glimpse of my Felsworn shadowpriest who i think most of you have been lucky enough not to meet. For now.))

"...To remain hidden and away from the prying eyes of those who belive our bloodline to be a abomination onto creation as they have chosen to label us. To rule in secret and offer what they belive they need, what they desire is our trade. We are the bloodline of a thousand names, we stretch out like a spiders web in the world and capture what is ours by the right of..."
As the inhuman mentor was talking, the young boy sitting in the room started to tune him out and let his mind wander off.
He had heard the same speach over and over and yet it offerd no real insight.
Growing up in the Blackblade mansion in the wast Arathi Highlands young Narenil had never met these "mortals" that his mentor spoke about.
He had only known his fathers family on the outside of his own and they did not at all resemble "those who oppose".
And his own father was one of the "mortals" and that could not mean he was bad, after all he was a Blackblade..
"...and thous it is clear that you once agein fail to pay attension, young master..."
Narenil blinkes and looked at his mentor agein and tried to think of something to say as the demon shook its head.
"Let us see how mutch that did get inside that busy mind of yours then."
The demon put down a sheet of paper infront of the boy and crossed its arms.
"Start with first explaining why we unlike many keep hidden, then you may clearify how we as a bloodline have remained in power for as long as we have."
Narenil groaned as he picked up the quill and started to write down what he had been told over and over while trying to keep his mind on the task. It was going to be a long day indeed...

"And that is how the great wyrm Neltharion witnessed his great schemes being toppled by the efforts of a few people who to him had no value."
Narenil's grandmother could not help but smile.
Whenever he wisited his grandparents and aunts in Ashenvale he was always eager to hear stories and it was her hope that he would understand her wish, to know that he was his own person despite his...well, there was no way around it. Tainted herritage.
"So you see how even someone that may seem powerless to others can alter even the best planned of events?"
Little Naren nodded, he understood a whole lot for his young age and unlike home his grandparents always made learning into something intresting and fun.
"He...uhm... was so big and strong... that he didnt know he was...to big to see what others did."
While others would likely have said it diffrent, his grandmother did seem to understand perfectly and smiled as she offerd him another cookie.
Hearing the heavy steps of his grandfather Naren looked to the door intently and after two whole minutes his grandfather did enter.
Narenil could never really figure out why people used so long when he could hear them so clearly but it did not matter.
It was time for his time with his grandfather who would teatch him more of the outside and the life of the wilds as he called it.
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Leaving the ship after the arrival on Azuremyst isle Naren looked around curiusly. The isles had long been forgotten but with the arrival of the Draenei his family had taken intrest in the isles once agein.
Naren looked up at his uncle, Zerrexam Blackbloom or as he insited to be called outside the family, Uncle Zed.
Uncle Zed was the one who would teatch Naren about how to deal with other races now that Naren was at the age of 10 and for now he walked as a tall and attractive human male along with three burly and meanlooking swordsmen.
Zed pointed to the immense structure of the Exodar.
"This is where the true Eredar now live. Time have made them soft and weak after most of their kind sold themselves to the Legion. However you can still learn from them Naren."
Zed grinned.
"Like how to flee and hide and cower in fear..."
Naren looked around in puzzlement as the horses where unloaded from the ship. A group of peacekeepers keeping watch of these people who had arrived with their own ship.
To Naren the Draenei looked...impressive. Watching them he had another of his strange feelings about people. Survivors.
As they mounted up and started riding north along the ancient roads Zed looked to the boy.
"What were they thinking of us Naren? Do you think they would seek to hinder us?"
Looking at his uncle Naren shook his head.
"No uncle Zed... but they are curius and on guard...and...something about the Exodar thingy make me feel...uhm...ill."
Zed noded and looked back they way they had come.
"A light Naren. A very powerfull light. we will not go there and risk it sensing us. For this light...is a being like we are and we are opposed of eachother."
Naren found himself pondering this. Grandfather Moonblade did not care mutch for the light and Grandfather Blackbloom... well he only spoke of the light with sutch disgust that even Naren felt unease.
As they rode onwards they soon left the road and Naren found himself staring wideeyed at the strange terrain. Red grass and trees of jagged crystal. The aura of the place was...strange and familiar, energizing in fact.
Zed looked around and looked to the swordsmen.
"We are comming up on Axxarien...you know what to do.."
Naren looked around as they passed the glaring satyrs and then to his uncle who nodded at him.
"Show no fear...no emotion... remember who we are. And what they are not."
Dismounting they walked all the way to a large nightelf momument where a large satyr waited.
"Who come before Lord Zevrax? surely you are not here to waste the time of the Axxarien, comming here with your weapons and..."
The satyr paused and hissed at Naren.
"What is this mongrel doing here?! You send a child to speak to Lord Zevrax?!"
As the Satyr stepped closer the three swordsmen suddenly acted in a way that gave pause to all the satyrs. Shedding the illusions the three succubi smiled and made sure all had their focus on them as they made a sensual display behind Zed and Naren who both keept their focus on Zevrax.
The satyrs minds were disgusting at best, to Naren it made no sense that girls kissing and caressing eachother would make sutch a fuss in someones minds.
Zed smiled coldly at Zevrax, the "Lord" now not even in control of his own mind.
"Now then, ...Lord Zevrax... should we further negotiate the trade? Your collection of these...highly unusual crystals for the knowledge you seek? Knowledge that could help you bond... with the masters? And perhaps bonds of a more...intresting sort?"
The sounds of the succubi driving eachother on in a display of lust seemed to illustrate the point as the Satyr nodded while not fully registering what was said.
"Done! The deal is made! We will trade..."

Walking away with their part of the deal Zed nodded to the succubi.
"You did well, and i will see to your rewards... hot blood and strong flesh."
Zed looked to Naren.
"Now... what you saw here was a small trade and a common trick. Give a lesser being something that facinate them and they will gladly sign their own deaths with their own blood and not think twice."
Naren paused as he ponderd this and looked at his uncle.
"But they are demons... isnt mortals the lesser beings?"
Zed stopped and glared at Naren in sudden anger.
"Satyrs are nothing but lesser beings. Nightelves that sold their will for fleeting power that vane each day! Why, they are even lower then the mortal races!"
Zed paused. Narens father was a mortal and even their bloodline was was so infused by the mortal races that it was hard to say where they ended and the demon started.
"...What makes us diffrent is our will Naren. We are no ones fools and we serve no higher beings but ourselves."
Naren fell silent for a little before one of the succubi ruffled his hair.
"You will understand in time little cousin. Dont let it boggle your mind already now."
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Rage. Untamed and burning hot.
Almost out of control.
Walking the darkend woods of Duskwood Naren knew well about its dangers, but those were dangers for lesser beings.
Wild animals retreated from him as he walked, the savage Worgen... maybe they had wished that they had retreated before death but he doubted it.
Worgen were a breed who lived killing or dying. Facinating creatures...
But this was something else. Sounded like someone was fighting a tree.
From what little he could read it was a female, a scorn and enraged one at that.
Blending in with teh shadows Naren came closer to the female and paused to take the scene in.
Armed with a large axe this... strange female was wenting a rage so deep it had colored her very eyes red.
Her features were clearly dominant draenei but her hight...or lack of it along with the horns and tail that looked almost non existant she was defenitly a crossbreed.
A crossbreed that was almost mad with rage and now looking at him with narrowed eyes as she dropped her axe and raised a somewhat homemade but imposing looking gun and taking aim directly at his head.
***
Looking at the hole in his hand Naren mentaly blocked the pain out. Looking the way the female had gone while the wound knitted itself together.
He had easily deflected the first shots as she demanded he left, and he would have as well if not for...something.
Three shots before he let her hit his hand, a demonstration of power but she did not show fear or awe at all. Few words had been exthanged, her mind in sutch a upset state that it was hard to grasp anything from it.
She was absolutely facinating.
Smirking as he looked the way she had gone Naren agein looked at his hand that now was whole agein and turned to leave.
He would leave her be for now but he also knew she would be back.
He paused as he realized that he did not know she would be back...he hoped she would be back someday soon.


((Since i made Deva go from frost to Blood and Unholy spec i figured i needed some way to explain how. In short, she espanded her diet to involve demons whose blood fuel her unholy side and thous making her more of a cannibal as she eat both demons and undead. And yes Ez...you might have pushed that boulder down the hill IC wise. ))


"I-AM-NOT-A-IDIOT!"
As the enraged creature tore into another felguard its comerade in arms proved its lojalty as it turned and ran.
The part creature was crazed and on a rampage, the sounds of chitin armor and bones breaking was not helping either.
The retreating demon saw its chance for a distraction as one of the succubi came to investegate the comotion and found herself hurled at the crazed attacker, a distractin that lasted for a moment before the succubi's head was torn off and smashed to pulp on the ground.
"IM NOT A MONSTER! YOU HEAR ME?!"
Fleeing deeper into the network the demon had time to think it over and it desided that whatever the creature was, monster would indeed be a suitable label for her.
Stoping to look around it felt more bold as it could see a pack of felbeasts come running, its brethren would be close and then they would simply smother the attacker with superior numbers.
It had suprised them, that was all.
As the felbeasts ran past and into the cave he had just come through more demons gatherd and was soon up to speed on the situation.
A creature had gone rogue, maybe insane.
Surely the masters would want it alive, oh yes...the creature would die 1000 times over for its lack of control and the sudden assult.

It was then they all heard something that made them all pause.
The deathsounds of felbeasts.
A lone beast came running back as dark power lashed out and coiled around it before dragging it back where its snarling and growls were cut off.

The tense demons spread out as they prepard for the battle.
The challenge was given, the creature was intent of facing its demise by the might of the Legion.

"DEVA-IS-A-GOOD-GIRL!!"
The enraged shouting echoed around the many caverns and cliffs before teh creature walked right towards the many demons.
It was obviusly insane, it alone ageinst a army?

However Deva who now was to mad to control herself was not alone.
Broken, bleeding and maimed they followed in her footsteps.
Every slain foe, some even dragging themselves along the ground and fueled by a new and dark will had risen as mindless husks that only understood the purpose of battle.
Necrotic energies flared and fused with felfire around her as the demons charged head on, enraged with the desecration of their brethren by this inferior creature, should they let this go unpunished they would suffer the full wrath of the masters for their failure.

"...what do you make of this?"
The kaldorei scout spoke lowly as he looked to his partner.
The battle had been noticed even here, or maybe it was to be expected?
After all they were guarding a great secret.
Watching in silence the elderly druid suddenly narrowed his eyes as there was movement among the bodies.
"...One of them survived, it..."
Lost for words both elves watched in silence as they took in every detail.
Orderd not to interfere or to attack they remained at their task. Observing.
Observing as a wounded and weakend Deva clawed her way from under the demonic bodies, and with no plagued flesh to sustain her, or to heal her wounds she started to feed on the flesh and blood of the slain demons.

When the elves left they did so as unnoticed as they came.
No one would know about their precense, but they were both sickend and worried about what they had seen.
The renegade creature had feasted on its kind and seemed stronger from it.
Red like blood and bigger then when it had stared its grizzly meal, they could not help feeling relived that it had left.
And feeling puzzled about what consicuenses it would have to leave it unchecked.
But they had their orders.
Never draw attention to themselves or the slowly recovering world tree.

((Mars is technicaly Horde who walk in Alliance lands. Being a halfbreed it is how he choose to live. This is a peek at what lead him to go back, and it also lay the ground for plans i have when Cata comes. So relax, your not rid of him yet... XP))

Days had passed since he had made his way from the saronite mines in Icecrown.
She had been right, this was dangerus studies and he was to damn old for this.
Even as his hair agein had turned red and his joints protested less then they had in years he was still...not invincible.
Stumbeling around as he tried to gather his thoughts he stumbled over two beaten corpses of orcs.
Left to rot or as food for scavengers the sight ignited a old fire.
As the lush green forest of Ashenvale surounded him and once agein it was war.
But something was not as he rememberd it.
The huge clearing where only stumps remained and his clan was gatherd before him, ready to take orders.
Overseer Bloodblade of the Warsong lumber camp...his hair white and a fang was broken. Scars of battles running on his skin like a map.
But he was strong, he had his honor. His birthright.
A exile no more, he had taken his herritage and cleared his name the day he had faced his mother in a battle to the death deep in the Nerubian halls.
He had avenged his fater, and brought honor to his name.
And now he was about to lead the assult on the Silverwings who now battled harder then ever before. Driven by the desperate rage of those who are loosing their own grounds, their very homes and herritage.
The battle would be a glorius clash between two of Azeroths mightiest forces and only one of them would claim the victory this day.

A horn unlike any other was heard, the battle had started! The elves were desperate enough to strike without honor as the orcs were preparing!
But if they had expected easy pray they would soon learn the price of mistakes.
But... no, this was a war, the elves had drawn first blood in this battle but the blades of the orcs would draw the last.
Charging forward with his warriors Mars still felt somewhat off. As a slender, whitefurred cat furiusly attacked a grunt to the right it seemed...familiar.
Also many of the faces around him...he had not seen them before but now...they all looked so...

Stumbeling along the bloodied snow and stepping over the dead bodies of the giant people Mars looked down at his hand that held the orcs insignias.
He had waited for to long, He had never been brave enough to go home.
He had his birthright, to be one of his clan.
And now he was going back, to retake his herritage or die trying.
It was time to once agein walk the streets of Orgimmar and demand what was his by rights of blood and honor.


((how Mars became a furry. XP))
"You too shall serve. Do not resist for it is the only way...my son..."
Forced to his knees by the magic of the mad Archmage Mars had been struck by the horror of a realisation. He had not been prepared. It had all started days ago...in Southshore..."

Magistrate Maleb and Marshal Redpath both looked at the halfbreed with suspicion.
While they were hard pressed as the last Alliance settlement in Tristfall, old scars from the second war were still hurting.
With few other options Magistrate Maleb nodded and sat down.
"As i am sure that you are aware of, Southshore is not in the best situation. With Stromgarde fallen, Tarren mill taken by the undead, the farms and the mine is under constant attack we already struggle to keep ourselves safe.
Now that this band of thives and assassins that call themselves the Syndicate swoop down to pray on us as well we have desided we need to find help.

Marshal Redpath rolled out a map and pointed t a place to the west.
"We know that the mages of Dalaran are holding out here... In the past they have not been willing to openly assist and they still remain outside the alliance even after the destruction. We can not spare to send anyone so we need to..."
Redpath paused. Sending this halfbreed on a mission of diplomacy? Surely they had become desperate now...
"...at least try to contact them and with luck they have changed their minds. If they would help us we would be better off."

Pointing to another place even further west both men paused before Redpath continued.
"We have heard rumors of a village that is litteraly at the undeads doorstep. Who they are and how they survive out there we dont know, but if there really are humans there we could gain mutch if we could get into contact with them. This village should be close to the old keep of Baron Silverlaine. The keep itself is said to be in ruins but if there are people there... with luck they might even have their own military presence."

Feeling the raw power rippeling through his body Mars was pulled back to the reality of the hoplessness of the situation, the mage was still performing the ritual and Mars was sure he knew just what would happen. He had already seen it...

Archmage Ataeric who lead the people of Ambermill looked through the letter and then at the messenger. After a long pause he reached for the quill and some paper and wrote a short but clear letter before adorning it with the seal of the Kirin Tor and holding it to Mars.
"As mutch as i would wish it was diffrent i still have to turn down any offer, and tell the Magistrate that no further offers will be needed.
I have a task here of sutch importance that you would likely not understand even if i would try to explain, suffice to say that we have no people or supplies to spare."
With that Mars had found himself politely but firmly lead out. Leaving Ambermill Mars could not help wondering just what made this place and its people so mutch more worth then others. It hardly seemed like a honorable act to leave someone to their fate for no obvius reason...

Opening his eyes Mars dropped on the cold stone floor of the Archmages study as the sound of a horn echoed through the keep. Looking up at Arugal, he could see something had upset the madman but only for a moment before the torment started over once more.
"A minor setback, it matters not my son. we can start over and you will soon find your place among your siblings here..."

Mars had arrived at Pyrewood village in the morning with little trouble.
With Silverpine suposedly overrun by the undead and other horrors Mars could not help noticing that it was all quiet.
Back in Ashenvale he had heard this silence before, like the whole forest was holding its breath as something bad was about to strike.
Even the feeling of being watched from the shadows had reminded him of the many battles with the elves who seemed able to spring from nowhere to strike.
Yet no one or thing had attacked him and seeing the armed guards by the vallage gates had made Mars relax as he walked close while holding his hands up so they could see he was not hostile.

The people of Pyrewood village had been hospitable and friendly.
The meeting with the village council had gone without any trouble at all and anything Mars could tell about news outside Silverpine had been of great intrest to the people.
The villagers had been able to stand their ground ageinst the undead and whith regular hunting parties they had made sure no one had been able to reveal the location of their haven.
It had seemed a bit odd to Mars as most of the humans here did not look like they had mutch experience with battle, most looked like farmers and craftsmen.
Sure the large wolflike dogs that patrolled with the village protectors did seem like the sort who could kill...
Mars had shrugged off those thoughts, surely it stood to reason that even a farmer would fight fiercly on his own ground?
They had insisted that he would stay the night, in the morning they had promised to arrange for a wagon to take him back to Southshore along with one of the council to further progress negotiations.
It all seemed perfect.
But that had been before nightfall.
Just as the last few rays of sunlight had faded the whole village had exploded into nightmareish madness!
Walking around the village square Mars had seen people suddenly drop to the ground in agony.
Hurring over to the closest to help he was met with a sight from a nightmare.
As the wolfmen emerged from all around him it had been no question.
He had to flee and with the beastmen at his heels he had been relived to find the village gate was still open but the relief had not lasted.
Outside was more of the beastmen and their strange dogs that now looked even more bestial then before.
As they circled him it was clear they were not intending to attack, instead he was forced back and up towards the old keep.
Had he known then he would have tried to break their ranks and flee but he had rather desided to seek shelter in the keep.

No sooner did he enter before he realized the beastmen did not follow, nor did they leave. Standing by the bridge to the keep they watched him in strange silnce as he made his way further in only to have a heavy iron portcullis drop down behind him, locking him inside a deserted courtyard.
With no way back mars had desided to make his way further in to find a possible escape.
Slowly making his way to the first open door Mars made his way inside a din room that led to what looked like a kitchen.
With his eyes adjusting to the light Mars had just enough time to see the blood that was splatterd everywhere and the partly dismemberd human body on a table. Looking around he could see at least three more bodies hanging from hooks in the ceiling like slaugtherd pigs.
Turning to run back out mars had just enough time to get a glimpse of a large, brown wolfman wearing something so absurd as a apron splatterd with blood.
Unable to react Mars had barly noticed the hit that had sent him tumbeling into the dark and now it was to late.

His rage felt wrong, looking at his hands he could see how they changed, how his hands had grown claws and dark red hair.
His clothes felt wrong, to tight and his sight was more and more blurred.
No way out... it was over...

"What is the meaning of this? who dare to enter my home uninvited?!"
Arugals voice sounded enraged and the power that had bound Mars was slipping away.
Looking up Mars could see the arrow stuck in the Archmages arm, surly that had broken his focus.
Crawling away and staggering to his feet Mars saw what had happend.
A band of forsaken had broken through and had made their assult on Arugal and as two arrows bounced ageins the wall next to Mars head he realized they were not to intrested in helping him either.
Grabbing the fist think he could get his hands on Mars swung the heavy chair ageinst the big windows and moments later he followed it through and fell.

Every part of him was aching as he woke up, Mars could hardly belive he had survived the drop.
Standing up shakingly he looked around as the warm sun shined down on him and offerd comfort.
It took him a full 10 minutes to realize that the warmth and comfort had made his tail wag...
And another 10 to realize that he did have a tail, a clear reminder of what could have been a nightmare and a mark of shame that reminded him just how easily he had been set up in this trap.

((after the fall... you wont get rid of him that easily))
Ghasping for air as he dropped onto the cold snow Mars clumsily pulled his chestplate off.
Barely able to react he had managed to take the shots in the chest but even the metal had not been able to stop Markus signarture ammo.
Grabbing fistfulls of snow Mars iced down his chest before grabbing a knife.
Tel was a strong healer for sure, but with the slugs still in him he would have to reopen and remove them himself.

The pain was...arousing, every jolt to teh nerves only fueling his bliss, making the agony into arousal as he cut into flesh and forced the deformed slugs from his body and then packed it over with snow.
With the bloodloss from the clawing earlier he did not feel all that great, in fact as tired as he was it would not be long until the world went dar...

Waking with a ghasp Mars looked around.
Something was...very off... after a full five minutes he realized that it was the mauled corpse of a harpy besides him in the snow that was new. Its wounds almost looking like something had been eating it.
Slowly moving his hand across his chest he was suprised to feel the thick scartissue that was now coverd in thick hair.
Looking aroud he soon spoted the two deformed slugs and picked them up.
Reaching for his heartstome he was pleased to find it muted for outgoing signals and while he would usaly not use the stone as means of transport anymore it still had its use as he was teleported back to his workshop.

He had spendt hour adjusting his new arm while listening to the few transmitions he could hear over the heartstone.
Adjusting the older model arm and thinking.
They belived him dead and he was unsure how to relate to it, but he did understand a challenge.

As the guildhall was at peace for the night only the few candles Deva insisted on keeping was burning as she woke up to the sound of heavy steps.
Once agein a little girl with the fear of what lurks in the dark Deva did not even glimpse at the source of the sound as she pulled her blanket over her head, the sound of two metalic objects clattering on the table made her hold her stuffed bear harder.
As the steps moved away she heard the familiar sounds of others and dared sitting up only to see nothing bad or scary, only two deformed and bloodied rifle slugs on the table.

((and in Deatholme teh evil continues))
As the tremors was felt all the way to Tranquillien a mound of black soil rose in the middle of Deatholme and burst apars on a shower of slime, dirt and plagued water.
Slowly raising the figure seemed to litteraly pull itself together to create a frail and burned form that could have been a person one.
As green orbs formed in its skull it looked around, seeking what it needed as the slime and water it was standing in was absorbed into it and slightly bolstering the form.
Slowly moving it cought the attention of a nearby abomination who lumberd towards this unknown intruder with only one goal in its simple brain.
Kill the stranger.
Rising its cleaver it struck the creatures right shoulder with a blow that should have cleaved a man in two, yet it found lots of resistance.
Even harder to comprehend for its simple brain was the fact that the cleaver did not come loose as it pulled. Watching how the creature sprouted pseudopods that snaked along the cleaver and up the abominations massive arm.
Standing still as it tried to understand what happend and what it should do.

With the abominations weapons lying on the ground and its form bolsterd further the creature fixed its glare on a nearby nerubian that had noticed the shortlived struggle of the abomination
Moving towards its former servant the creature grinned. It hungerd for any sort of sustance and would eat its fill...

Hours later as the few rays of morning sun broke through the darkness of the Ghostlands the creature was close to reformed but still weakend it moved down into the crypts.
Setteling in a corner its rage cooled slightly.
The elf had dared to bring soft moonlight right into its lair, into its very body.
The new gods had naturaly gained in power over the many thousands of years and he himself was by far only a shadow of what it would have been.
With a slight grin it settled as it further absorbed the plagued soil and the old bones scatterd around it. It was poor nurishment but it would do until it could feast on hot blood and strong flesh.
But for now... Let them all enjoy their shortlived victory, with the loss of control of the foolish servants of Arthas they would have intresting times ahead.
The elf did not seem to understand what he was up ageinst and the creature was not in any hurry now as it had further shed some of its unwanted tendencies. Yes, it would generusly alow them some time to recover and it would not repeat its mistakes agein.
It would use its time well and when they all belived it was over... It would reach out and pick the land like a ripe fruit, the ones who had so boldly oposed it would be the tastiest prize of all... Oh yes... in time they would learn what horror had awakend...

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((For a while i have made a story about Mars starting from his young years and hopefully i will manage to be inspired to leep going on.
First of all.
Lore /Timeline might be a bit screwy.
I try to follow it as best i can but as we know WoW is frozen 4-6 years from WC3 so i had to stretch things here and there. i still like writing t and hope people like reading it.))

"Hey! Weakblood! quit your slacking off and get over here right now!"
The Warsong overseer Locke Okarr did not try to contain his disdain towards the halfbreed that obidiently came over.
The big orc looked him over and spat on the ground.
"so...Bloodblade..." the orc snorted and shook his head."No, Weakblood. you have ben here with us in Splintertree post for weeks. its about time you prove that you have some kind of usefullness."
The halfbreed looked back at the orc with a mix or supressed anger and curiosety.
Hauling treetrunks and crates did good for his physical shape, but his mind could not take the lack of a real challenge.
The orc looked down at him and nodded.
"The warchief demands the lumber deliverd. So get your things Weakblood. you have escort duty. not even you can screw that up..."
Feeling a sudden warm rush the halfbreed nodded and hurried to his quarters and put on his old chainmail and his two axes. Looking at the crude weapons he cant help smiling.His first chance for a real fight.His mother would be...would be...proud.
Pushing the thought aside almost automaticly he readies himself.
The lumbercutters had ben talking about spirits and voices among the trees and whole caravans had gone missing even during the short trip to the Mor'shan ramparts.
He hurried to the huge lumberwagons. The others looked at him grinning, having bets on how he would fare.
As the Kodos started moving the wagon creacked into motion with the escort taking its postitions at the flanks.
Other then the rumbling of the wagon there was hardly a sound to be heard, even the burly orcs falling silent and tense.
As they passed the crossing in the road to the barrens a russtle to the left caught the attencion of the escprt. five burly orcs stepped forward as a creature leapt into view, a creature so strange that it gave pause to them all.
Standing infront of them was a creture with the lower body of a deer and the upperbody of a lovely young woman with leafs for hair.
It looked at them and flashed a smile and a wave as it leapt away, no sooner had the guards started to move after her as two arrows pierced the throath of the wagon driver.
Then all hell broke loose as arrows slammed into the wagons and the guards.
Reacting without thinking the halfbreed rolled under the wagon and froze as four tall figures came into view.
As they came closer he saw that they were females looking a bit like the elves he had heard about only with darker skin and bigger then the stories had described them.
His fear suddenly turned to a flaring anger as they advanced on the injured ones and drew slender blades and stabbed the helpless and dying orcs.
Slowly he eased out from under the wagon and drew his axes.
With the anger now a raging inferno all fear was gone as he rushed right in among the suprised elves and came down hard on the closest.
Pulling his axes free from her still body he raised his axes towards the blades that came after his skull and moved forwards, pushing the next elf back.
A hard kick to the huntress gut was enough to buy the seconds he needed to face the two behind him as a blade slashed across his chest and fueled the rage with new pain.
He felt his arms move by themselves as the red fog clouded it all.
A quick faint held off the closest as his right arm moves back and let the axe fly and burry itself in a elven skull.

"... and you say he killed them? him?"
Overseer Locke Okarr glared at the troll infront of him.
The troll nodded and shrugged." Ya mon. he be a furius killer. Tha elves there could not stop him when close."
The large orc clenced his fists and could hardly contain his anger as he glared toward the halfbreed that got his wounds treated by a large tauren.
"Impossible... a weakblood like that can not... " Locke looked back at the troll."... if all was killed by the elves...where the hell was he? Hiding no doubt. And a honorless strike at their backs? well now it all comes together..."
The troll looked at Locke and desided not to make a comment about the how sutch a act was wise when facing superior numbers.
Locke grinned and nodded agein."...If he fancy himself a warrior..."

"Ah... i have ben expecting you..."
The tauren shook her head."...young Bloodblade... you do understand that in combat you should keep your oponents pointy bits away from your soft bits?"
Marstein smiled weakly at the tauren.
"I do... but they have every advantage you could possibly have here. And Locke... well he have had it in for me since i came here..."
The tauren nodded as she treated the halfbreeds wounds.
"young Locke can not see past his own flaws. His pride is clouding his mind and to see you take to your path with the best of them is hard for him to swallow."
Mars sigh and grunts as the tauren cast a spell that heal his wounds but still hurt as mutch as getting those wounds in the first place.
Sitting on some boxes to easier match the taurens size he looked around and blinks as one of the trolls come over to him.
The troll, a newcommer to the camp looked the young halfbreed over and nod.
"Greetings, Mon. this be tha new orders from Locke... ya be having a intresting task ahead. Good for ya sneaky ways he say."
The troll hand a paper to Mars before walking off agein. The tauren raises a brow."...should i prepare another batch of wound salve agein?"
Staring at the order Mars was unable to reply, the task was a simple one. Carry a message. But the location was deep within the cursed Felwood. The Bloodvenom post.

The hike had ben a hard one. One of the Warsong Outriders had ben nice enough to let him ride with her some of the way, but the rest had ben on foot and keeping a low profile was not something he was to good at.
Having managed to get past the Silverwing outpost and Raynewood retreat without trouble even if he had a strange feeling that he was being watched but he could not see anyone nor was his hide full of arrows.
As young Mars continued north ha found himself more and more tense, more angry.
The taint that lay thick over Felwood had made the lingering felorc blood in him boil in rage and as he moved forward he seem less timid and unsure of himself as his red eyes scan the area for anything that would challenge him.

The tainted woods was little more then a nightmare. trees would ooze a dark red sap, the few pools of water looked sickening green and from time to time as he stoped to look Mars could swear something moved in the water, almost like the water itself was alive and waiting for pray like the plants of Stranglethorn vale he had heard about.
His anger still hot but the newfound confidence was gone as he followed the road.
Using a spyglass he had looked around the area to make sure no trouble was close and he had seen what was litteraly a grizzly sight. a pack of sickly, almost dead looking wolves had circled a bear that did not look mutch better and a voilent fight had erupted.
The crazed wolves had killed the bear but lost four of their own and now the remaning ones was ripping into the dead bear and their fallen ones in crazed hunger that had made Mars feel ill just by watching it.
Hurrying onward he could only think of the relative safety of the camp ahead.
As he moved cautiusly he suddenly stops as ahead something big and angry unleashed a inhumane roar that was enough to dampen the flame of wrath in his blood only to make it burst right back and hotter then before as he drew two jagged axes and move swiftly towards the sound that now was the unmistakeable sound of battle.
Recklessly running off the road he soon came upon the source of the sounds and agein his anger was dampend by his instincts as he saw the creature.
A mighty infernal was lumbering forward, only slowed down by powerful magic attacks from someone Mars could not see.
Not knowing what to expect he did a fools mistake and moved closer and suddenly saw the infernals target.
A elven female wielding spells that he had only seen on rare occations and only used by the Tauren.
One of the elven so called druids no doubt.
He stoped and thought it over. Locke would have said that when two of your enemies fight you can be the one to win.
But the tauren Senani had also told him that a common enemy can make allies of the unlikely And that aiding a enemy in peril have its own honor that few warriors can understand or even experience.
A sudden yell pulled him back to the situation at hand only to reveal that it had changed suddenly. Two of the bearlike creatures known as furbolgs had taken advantage of the druids situation and had brought her to her knees with a crude knife stuck deep in her leg.
The Infernal was not pleased by this intrusion however but the furbolgs were no strangers to sutch a creature.
Moving closer Mars suddenly charged at the closest furbolg the was caught offguard and could not stop the sudden flurry of strikes.
The second furbolg turned to face the new threat, giving the infernal a opening.
As Mars cleaved the furbolgs skull he could hear a sickening crunch and smell the burned flesh and fur as he turned to face the infernal that now had its focus fully on him.
Raising his weapons in hope to ward off the attack Mars could only stare in dissbelief as suddenly thick, thorny briars sprouted from the ground and wraped around the infernals legs, rooting it in place.
Having almost forgotten all about the druid he glanced at her that gave him a scared but determined look back.
It seemed that she too was not sure of who the worst threat was but as she struggled to stand it was clear that the infernal would likely kill both with no second tought of the matter.
With the briars now smoldering and burning the she-elf closed her eyes and held her hands to the sky as she was speaking in a melodious language.
Not knowing what this meant and to angerd to care Mars stepped infront of the infernal and started using his axes for all they were worth as he struck at its hands and arms as it tried to tear free to get at them.
Chips of stone flew as his axes dulled themselves ageinst the stonelike body.
The infernals flames already searing him and his arms was burned, combined with the pain from every hit that he could land on the infernal Mars suddenly knew that unless something would happen this would be his biggest fight. And his final one.

With a sudden yell from the elf a blinding collum of white light slamed down on the infernal that for a second stood still before exploding into chunks and jagged shards, one of those came flying at Mars and the world turned dark.

The elven female quickly stepped back as this new and strange creature suddenly open its eyes and tried to sit up only to fall back down.
It carried the mark of the new enemies, the treekillers of Ashenvale yet it looked like more of the humans that was described to be doing battle with the walking dead elsewhere.
Desiding that one good deed deserved another she cast a spell of healing that made him bolt up by the sudden pain.
She step back agein, sutch agony would only be felt by a tainted one.
Watching the male stand and looking back at her she picked up and offer him his more or less broken weapons, a gesture of trust and to show she had no desire to fight him.
Mars slowly took his axes back and hung them on his belt.
He had no idea what to tell her and doubted she would understand anyway as he places his closed fist on his chest and bowed his head to her as a sign of respect.
As he looked up she had already vanished leaving him alone as he turned and continued his hike to Bloodvenom post as his mind tried to make sense of this new understanding of honor, mercy and the blurred lines between enemies.
*
Chaos!
Mars was brutaly awoken by Locke who was holding a big axe.
Outside the hut was the sound of fighting, Mars first thinking the elves had attacked all out during the night.
"Get up weakblood! Up! We are attacked!"
Mars got up and looked around dazed but quickly woke as a big and enraged orc smashed the door and unleashed a bloodchilling scream of mad rage.
Staring in disbelief Mars saw his most hated teatcher parry the incomming attack aimed at Mars and then cleave the berserking orcs skull.
"Get your stuff! We have to move fast! ...Hellscream have gone mad."
Mars could not belive it as he got his things and followed Locke.
Outside madness ruled. Orcs were killing orcs. People running around and nobody had a clear idea what was going on.
The battle was soon a slaugther, a small group had rallied under the leadership of Locke and now pushed on to escape the madness of their brethren.
Fighting the crazed felorcs the untainted ones would soon be overrun, Locke turned to the halfbreed and pushed himout of the way as a spear hit Locke in the back.
"Go Weakblood! Run! Get to the Mor'Shan ramparts and tell them what happend here!"
Suddenly acting on instincts Mars did as told. Ashamed to be fleeing the battle, but he had to deliver the message, the Warchief had to know.
The escape was short however.
Suddenly strong nets entangled him, the last he saw was a elven huntress before she punched him as hard as she could, knocking him out cold and freeing him from the memories of madness he had seen before.
*
Under heavy sentinel guard a cage was rolled through the small harbour town known as Auberdine.
Curius elves kept their distance as rumors ran wild.
A halfbreed, a creature strong enough to kill 100 elves without even tiering?
Or a product of crazed experiments of breeding?
With many elves killed by his hand the sentinels found it hard to belive that the quiet young one could be the same one.
He had not spoken or even looked at them during the trip to Auberdine, but his description was the same that was told by surviviors of the attacks on the orcs lumbercamps and caravans.
And with the orcs now rampant and mad hopefully this young one could shed light over situation then facing the priests in the temple of the Moon.
*
Mars looked around the ship.
It had been less then a week ago since the Bloodsail pirates had boarded the elven transport.
The captain had taken him in, thinking the halfbreed was retarded but his strenght sure made him useful.
He watched as the halfbreed moved boxes and crates that would take two men to move and nodded to himself."...if he would handle a sword he would be even more useful..."
The first mate looked at the captain and shrugged.
"I dont like him... all those muscles and no brain? i wouldnt let him vield a fork..."
The captain snickerd and watches as one of the crewmen amuses himself by throwing a apple at the halfbreeds head, only to see how thick his skull was as Mars did not seem to take notice.
"Ah yes... he have no killer instinct. Not like those purple elven women. now there you had spirit. ...to mutch if you ask me..."
*
Mars kept moving cargo and the other dirty tasks he was given. The captain was right. He had failed and was nothing more then a mule.
He still remeberd the battle and how the elves had been staring. no...not even a mule...
It didnt matter now...
A sudden sound of a fight pulled him back from his thinking as he saw that the men had desided to try another go with the captured sentinels.
Weakend by hunger and lack of sleep they still held the men at bay.
Now they were warriors... they had to know they would loose this fight soon but they did not let the pirates get anything for free.
Realizing that his legs had started to move on their own Mars found himself moving closer as one of the women was held and her shirt torn away.
The look of fear in her eyes was nothing like anything Mars had seen before.
It was the fear of a honorless defeat, a defeat that was more cruel then simple death.
One of the pirates looked up and grinned.
"Well how about that lads? The simpleton seem to have some brains after all. how about it? Wanna sample some soft and warm fles..."
The pirate was suddenly cut off as Mars hands suddenly grabbed his head and twisted til a wet crack was heard as the neck snapped.
In the moment of shocked silence the sentinels grasped the chance and broke free and grasped the oppertunety.
The ship suddenly a chaotic mess as the fight broke out, the women using all their agility and skills to their advantage in the limited space on the deck.
Mars however sucumbed to blind rage, his brute strenght smashing bone as he litteraly beat up one man with another.

The battle was shortlived but intence.
In the end the pirates could not match the enraged halfbreed or the determined women and as the battle ended Mars found himself with swords pointed at him.

One of the women who he had assumed was the leader utterd some words that he could not understand and looked at him as the rest pulled away.
She spoke slowly in orcish like the words had a bad taste to her.
"...you are nothing but a savage and a murderer. a unvanted invader of elven lands..."
She looked at her sentinels and back at him.
"...I do not know what made you turn on your new masters, maybe you are just not to be trusted and a danger to your friends as well as your enemies... But we can not ignore what you did now...
You can take the lifeboat. you can have supplies and water and sail away. Find a home away from us. ...Elune may have seen to that me and my sentinels can return unharmed. Why you were part of that i can not understand... but you are free to leave as soon as you can."
*
Hours later Mars hoisted the sail on the lifeboat and watched the ship sail away.
Maybe she was right.
He was a danger.
But he was free and with the inner flame agein blazing he felt better then he had for a long time.
Maybe his story as one of the Horde had ended?
Mars smiled a little.
He still had honor, and helping a enemy in need...did feel good.
Yea...if faith would lead him to safety he would think this through...
*
The small boat had barly kept together during the blind journey.
Only the sudden beam of light that cut through the dark had been what gave Mars the strenght to row to land before he collapsed exhausted on the cold, wet sand of the coast of Westfall.
The journey had been rough, the ocean was to big and untamed for the lifeboat, and not fully understanding how to sail the sails had ruptured early and made him have to row or just drift with the waves.

When waking up as the sun warmed his aching body Mars lashed out without thinking amd hit a big crawler with his fist, grabbing the stunned animal he bit into its hard shell with his fangs and tore into the helpless creature.
With some energy returning and his head clearing up a little he looked around for anything familiar but only saw sand, water...and a well used trail away from the beach.
Thinking one way was as good as any... and as it was no other way he stumbled up the path and stoped to look at the surroundings.
Green grassland and farms, Mars had never really seen real farmland and found himself amazed of the sight of golden grain that waved peacefully...

Until the sudden scream of horror pierced the serenety and knocked him right back into his violent nature.
Not far away a young human girl was fleeing what looked like a man in dirty and ragged clothing, hardly a act that should go unpunished as Mars charged at the man and knocked him to the side...
And froze.
The "man" reeked of damp soil and rot. his mouth open and drooling as he turned to focus on Mars.
The empty eyesockets seemed to gleam with vile intent as it rose its hands and tried to grab him with bony fingers as a hungry moan escaped the ghoul.
Never before seen a undead this close Mars was frozen in dread, the creature was impossible yet very real and coming for him.
Staggering back from the ghoul his mind refused to accept what was right before him as his instincts urged him to fight or flee.
Moving his hand to the wall of the barn for suport his hand suddenly closed around the shaft of a pitchfork.
Without thinking he grabbed the pitchfork with both hands, here was something he understood.
A weapon, perfect for the task at hand as he jabbed the fork into the ghouls gut...but it still came at him.
The stab would been a mortal wound for anyone, but for the ghoul it was no more then a obstacle that keept it from the meat infront of it.
Yet mars had the ghoul at bay and with fear replaced by anger he pushed it back and lifted the ghoul off the ground as he started running.
The ghoul moaned in objection as it could not get to the meat and did not take any notice that Mars rammed the fork into the trunk of a tree and pinned it to it like a doll skeverd by a spike.

Only then did Mars realize that he was not alone anymore.
The famer Alexton had come running with some of his farmhands as he head heard the frightend screams of his daugther and had seen the stranger who had come to her aid.
As the ghoul was disposed of and burned, Alexton could see that the stranger had obviusly been in hardship and to repay him Alexton had offerd Mars a place to be and a place on the farm as a farmhand.

Mars had been met with suspicion from others in Westfall after that.
Sure he had saved the little girl from a undead, but he was still clearly of orcish herritage, a enemys herritage.
Luckily for Mars Alexton was not a man to be bullied around and had made it clear to them all.
Mars would stay and work for him, and anyone who had a problem with that Alexton could always do his trade in Duskwood or even Redridge if he had to.

Mars however tried to ignore the uneasy people, he was doing what he did, farmwork.
Only distractions he did have was the daugthers of the other farmers that while enticing and made his blood hot all seemed to lack something that could make them suitable females.

But this would soon be the least of his problems in Westfall...
*
It had been months since Mars had arrived and it was not hard for him to adapt to the hard work that was part of a famhands life.
Plowing, tending to the livestock and chase away the ocational wolf or bird of pray from the smaller animals.
Or the repairs of the strange scarecrow like robots that severd as guards and harvesters of the fields, machinery that Mars soon could repair and rebuild with his eyes closed, making him more accepted by many as a good mechanic was hard to come by in Westfall unless you would rely on the goblins who always seemed to "forget" some repairs so they broke down agein.
There had been a few more serius problems, like some scatters gnoll raids and even a bandit or two but most of them were easily chased off.
After using the pitchfork for defense Mars had used mutch time studying the tools of the farm and his wartrained mind had found it easy to imagine how the same tools could be a weapon in the right hands.
Hammers and stonepicks were rather obvius choices but some bandits had sufferd humiliating defeat in the form of a young man and a broom or a shovel.
Yes, good times... but all good things come to a end and to wesfall it came suddenly.

As Westfall had been almost cut off from Stormwind many farmers had packed up and left, seeking a better place to live elsewhere.
Mars had heard some talks in Moonbrook from time to time, something bad was brewing in Duskwood but there was little details and some said people had started to take over some of the abandoned farms but left the fields barren.
But over the weeks it was getting worse, groups of humans with red bandanas had been around the farms and even in Moonbrook and had issued threats some had even been forced to leave, or so the rumors said.
Mysterius fires and even the harvest machines was acting strange and was the cause of accidents.

It was a shock to everyone when Moonbrook was taken.
With the suprise on their side and hardly anyone with combat experience the Defias easily overtook the village and sacked it.
With no help coming from Stormwind the farmers were in chaos.
Scatterd efforts to make a guard force was wasted as the farms were far between and most would rather fight on their own soil, knowing that the bandits might strike at their families while away.
The few soliders of Sentinel hill had no hope of bringing order and rather then sending guards from Elwynn the guards of Elwynn were stationed at the border of Westfall / Elwynn to "contain the civilian disturbance until matters could be resolved".

Without hope of reinforcements the paladin Gryan Stoutmantle who commanded the remaints of Stormwinds precense in Westfall desided to take matters in to his own hands and managed to unite the hard pressed farmers into a fighting force that soon was known as "The Peoples Millitia".
It was sadly to little and to late, Alexton and many others had already desided that Westfall was now a warzone and lost.
With the best in mind for his family and a heavy heart the Alextons moved from the farm and Mars found himself on his own agein.
Mars had not been happy about the desicion and there had been many harsh words but in the end Alexton had payed him a small sum and told Mars that he hoped the young man would find his way in the troubled times ahead.
*
Agein on his own Mars was nowhere the warrior he was trained to be, he would have left as well but he just could not flee like so many others had done, he could never agein flee from any battle.
In his mind survival was a option. but to flee agein was unthinkable.
Thous the madness of Marstein had its first spark, it would not be the last.
Refusing to join with the Militia, fearing that they would order him to flee once agein Mars would take the fight to the Defias on the fields of Westfall.
In a almost suicidal manner he would savagely attack any who wore the red bandana.

His efforts was however only the efforts of one crazed man and in the end his luck ran out as he finaly assulted a group that was already on its way to join up with others.
The red rage of the madman was turned to darkness in one powerful blow... deliverd by a attacker who cowardly came from behind.
*
"...broke my best club, he must be dead, i cant belive he still have a head on his shoulders!"
Sensing the shaky movment from the wagon he was lying in Mars felt weak and sick from the blow to his skull.
He could hear voices but could not tell just where they had come from.
"Its a damn shame you know... if he was alive..."
another voice broke in, clearly two men that was with him, or more.
"Dont even say that. i do not trust that lot in Raven hill. Damn maniacs all of them. No. we just sell this corpse to Klaven and no one will be wiser. We earn some extra, he get a body to work on and and we will have disposed of him just like we were told."
Mars tried to keep from groaning in pain as he could slowly feel his body agein.
"yea, yea... but still... your not curius? i mean about the people in Raven hill? they say they have powers, and that you can get all sorts of ...benefits from joining. and if it turn out to be a scam i would just leave and the hell with them, you know?"
Feeling the terrain change to a more rough texture Mars kept still as the men kept talking."
"Hey if you suddenly leave and cross the river dont think i will cover for you if He ask me. He dont tolerate deserters, you know what happen to them."
Sliding back into unconciusness Mars did not register the trade or the two undead that carried him inside the tower and placed him among other dead bodies they had collected for their master.
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Since Syrris DC stpry revealed her "worst case plan" i found myself inspired to show Mars side of it. Enjoy.
But not to mutch! :P

"Preparing for a end"

...Axe... he was good with that and it was a weapon suited a executioner... but the possible battle would need to be ended swiftly and a massive axe would just be to heavy to strike a precise blow in a battle of life and death. He wanted to get it done quick and merciful.

Meaning that a mace would not be a choice, nor would daggers, staffs, or any weapon he could improvise.

Swords would be precise, swift and deadly... yet that would mean he would still have to match her speed and on four paws she could outmanuver him... hell she would run in circles around him as he would try to aim a strike.

Then there was his guns, crossbows, throwing weapons and explosives. Even his machines of war and exotic weapons he had invented all seemed to lack the... dignity for the job at hand.

No...she was likely to fight as a beast, he needed to think diffrent. Like someone on the hunt.
Looking at the old and rusted spear hanging on the wall Mars knew it would be his first choice.
Slolwy reaching for it he rememberd how the trolls had hunted animals faster and stronger then themselves. With a spear.
Brushing the rust away and inspecting the spearhead Mars reaches for his tools.
It needed work and a sharpening.
But it was solid, sturdy enough to hold ageinst a large cat or a bear who throws its weight on the spearhead in a attack.
The axe and the spear, either way he would have to be ready for when the calling came.

Peacefully with quiet dignity or a honorable last stand.
When time came Syrri would find her end at the hands of a friend.
It had been a long time since Mars wished he had been devoted to a higher power, at least then he could pray that it would not come to pass.
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^^ There's a plan! Be interesting to find how this whole thing works out. ;)
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(Devas Ingame father, the Carather Tharir Moonblade was bruatly killed not long ago. So i had to make a story about how Deva is coping with it. Story is called: Waiting...)

"I brought sandwiches. And milk. See?"
Holding a tray Deva sat it down gently before sitting down herself.
"its ham and cheese with mustard. On rye. When you get better you will need to eat agein. More then you did yesterday."
Deva scratched her horns and groans.
"Taniss think you wont be better, but if you keep eating you will be strong enough to get up agein. ...Aura and all teh others are sad, really sad. And that guy shouldnt have attacked you like that."
Pulling her knees to her chin Deva sat quiet for a little before she sigh.
"...Wish you felt better soon. Its taking a while i know, but when your all better and back we can all be together like we planned that day. right?"
Looking at the tray Deva tilted her head.
"...your not hungry? you really have to eat to feel better. You did eat the food yesterday. I cut the crust off too see? Maybe you can eat when you wake up dad..."
Lying down on the ground next to the square of freshly dug dirt Deva closed her eyes and slowly falling into a sleeplike state next to the grave of her father.
Sleeping and waiting for him to awaken and return from death like "Uncle Tel" and she herself had.
Her hand on the dark gravesoil and a smile on her lips as she slept.
And waited...

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