Greeting forums !
This week is story time , you will have to imagine the story of the poster above you !
It can be short.
It can be long.
And it can be great 
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Let’s do one myself as example :
Now it’s up to you guys . Up to your imagination
And please don’t reply to message if you have been telled a story : let other player play the forum game too 
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Happy week-end all !
Destararion’s heart was pounding in his chest, the fury of the animal he had become, the beast screaming to be released.
His ears peaked to attention…
The distant shadows were stirring, the barrels resting nearby creaked, footsteps, whispers all peaked his senses.
But this was Stormwind, the heart, capital and very soul of the Alliance. “I am safe here, right?” he asked himself. "They cannot reach me here!!! Can they???
He moved through the cold dark ally way of the largest city on Azeroth, a city so big that the guard couldn’t possibly patrol all of it. They are here! They are stalking me!
What do I do??? In Greymane’s name they are here!!!
I’m just saying, I’m baggsying Eviette, I have the story…
I dunno if this is good or bad. Please be kind!!!
Brigante rushed into the Eversong woods dear scar and slayed every scourge left by the Lich king. He was brave and skilled with the bow, almost as skilled as Sylvanas wind runner when she was ranger general. Brigante wants to be Ranger general of Silvermoon someday and he has done an amazing service to silver moon. He even slayed Kael Thas Sun-strider himself while obtaining the Ashes of Alar Mount. Brigante currently visits Suramar to attend Lorthemar and Thalyssra’s wedding as Lor’themar’s best man.
The Sirens were blaring, Eviette woke, grabbed for her knives and combat gear, around her gnomes were moving, crashing into each other, all was panic and alarm. She patted herself down, no time to wash or sort your hair out, if something has gone this bad, then either G.C.O, or S.A.F.E had called it, either way it was serious. She spat on her hand and slicked her hair just as the first GCO operatives ran past “They’re coming! They’re coming! Get the hells out of here!”
This close? She chose the next gap and fitted in, running, it was, she noticed, all military, the armoured gnomes retreating, behind her she could hear only heavy gunfire as the GCO laid down the heavy ordnance, the occasional roar and skirling whine of pain as -something- that nobody knew what it was died, and the screams as another Gnome died…
All the while getting closer. “Run Faster! Run Faster! Everyone screamed, pushing at the ones ahead” A tear in her leg, she turned, driving both blades into the head of a creature four times her size, a nightmare of flesh, stone, something from the very primeval earth itself. It was dead. She’d killed it…
The GCO Trooper gave a grin and a thumbs up “Keep moving! They’re not stopping, but apparently there is a -Plan! Lets hope its a Doozy!” The gestured down the path even as a gnarled blackened grey arm smashed through the grate above them and dragged them into it, the screams and spray of blood haunted Eviette as she followed the others, the lighting in sector 8 changing from its normal ambient level, to a bleak red…They all paused, all of the Gnomes looking around, some angry, some afraid, Eviette stomped over “It means something new is happening you fools!” At just that point the reassuring voice, the Vice-Tinker, Sicco Thermaplugg.came over the speakers…
“We are aware of Incursions known as Troggs in the lower levels, despite the valiant efforts of GCO and our other armed forces, we are considering levels twenty to four lost. Those areas will be gassed with a formula to kill these creatures, and ensure a survival rate of at least twenty five percent of our population. This will commence in ten minutes counting, all doors are on lockdown to facilitate the effective transmission of this gaseous solution. Gnomeregan will prevail”
The tannoy fell silent, everyone looked at the level number…
Level 18.
They were written off as dead.
“Someone hoist me up!” Eviette snarled, and as they did she fiddled with the complex screws to release the hatch to Level Seventeen. Right! Now everyone who wants to live, come with me!”
There was a dreadful silence, some did, but some said “The Vice Tinker said to stay put…”
The Hiss grew louder. The gas…
The sounds grew worse, the people below, more savage, the sounds above, where the gas would have hit first, more savage still, and all the while the elephantine trumpeting of the Troggs as they seized their place, in the Underground Kingdom.
How Eviette survived, is her story…
He’s not that good an archer… to be honest,
Kaifana a tale of sorrow and tears.
She once lived happy in Darnassus along side her kin.
Till the day, the Horde came lead by the ruthless Warchief Sylvanas and killed everyone in their path.
None was spared.
Even the civilians that were inside Darnassus.
Kaifana fled through the portal and found shelter on the Human kingdom of Stormwind.
There she and her remaining people found comfort and shelter.
Anduin the King of Stormwind made sure their wounds would be mended, shelter be given and no Kaldorei would starve or hunger in the streets of Stormwind.
Tyrande went back seeking vengeance and to retake what was rightfully their homeland.
Kaifana stayed.
Walking around the streets of Stormwind, lost without knowing what to do.
The day was grey and thundering rain came.
She walked as in a normal day.
A guard tries to call her to take shelter, but she’s not aware of his presence.
“How can Elune let this happen.”
She thought.
She was his loyal servant.
How could such evil be allowed to exist and desacrate their most holy places ?
She wondered lost in pain and despair.
Suddenly she sees a child, drowning in the river, she immediately jumps and saves her.
It’s a beautiful human girl, her eyes are blue, her hair is yellow as the sun.
Her mother comes in the distance, realising her fears are gone, the child is safe.
The girl gently kisses Kaifana in the cheek, her gentle smile melts her heart.
She goes soaked and wet running back to her mother, that awaits her with open arms, not before she looks back and smiles.
Kaifana found what she was looking for.
Hope.
What ever was destroyed can be rebuilt.
People die but many other will be born.
Evil can never kill hope.
Kaifana will always strive where others will die.
She than goes back to Lights Chapel.
There’s work to be done.
People there need all the help they can get, in order to save what can still be saved.
Every life counts.
She will work day and night, first the refugees, than her home, like a small tree, growing by the day, life will be restored, stronger than ever.
Cheers.
Amazoner - lost tale of a blue star
She is just a tale for most of the azerothians.
Her tale is a simple one.
A proud darkspear who always walked on the other side.
Amazoner left her home after she was trained.
Her family was killed by the other troll tribes when they found out, they joined the horde. She never had anybody, so she wandered across Azeroth.
Mostly living in forests and jungles, always bonding with animals.
She became the most efficient hunter when a job needed to be done.
Always got the bloodwite, but she never done anything with money.
At her last known journey, she got most of her equipment form the zandalari, pure gold as her heart.
But she never had anyone, who would know whats underneath those armor. There was nobody to see the blue starts natural beauty.
Wow that’s beautiful. You are a great story teller! Should definitely write wow stories.
Skip me
Firedk, a tale of an uncorrupted hero
The legacy of the orcs is that of corruption, manipulation and lust… a sad history of a broken and betrayed race, a race that has committed countless atrocities willing and unwillingly… a race that despite all that calls for honor and glory and seeks redemption.
Firedk is an orc that has seen his brethren fall to the deepest pits of greed, lust and madness, the influence of corruption always seems to haunt them, and his answer is to accept it all with an open heart.
Firedk willingly accepted the curse and gift of being a deathknight, with a fiery soul he takes on all the corruption and burns it ablaze within his cold yet fiery heart!
No matter how dire the situation, firedk will always forever be an orc of honor, an orc that did not shy away from the corruption, rather charge straight into it.
Wearing the corruption as a badge of glory, a mark to remind him of how vicious this plague has damned his brethren, a mark he wears with pride for he… firedk is an orc uncorrupted, a hero that has shouldered the most potent amounts of corruption yet managed to stand tall and never be affected by it.
Hinatas vision blurred. The sound of her beating hearth is overwhelming. A point of focus. A chance to catch breath.
The figure in front of her is still standing. Hinata tries to focus,but to no avail.
Voices.
Two voices.
Hinatas eye glides to the sound of the second voice comming from her left. She grips her weapons. The second voice is behind her now. She feels the tug of her cloak as the second voice steps on her cloak.
Her hearthbeat slows down. Her eyes focus. The paladin in front is clear now. She can see him smile cruelly. She counts her hearthbeats
In one swift action Hinata spins around,planting both weapons deep into the chest of her second attacker. Starring back at her are two cold blue eyes. And a grim maniacal smile.
Hinata tries to kick back,to make distance between this monster and her. But the chill of two cold gauntlets around her neck prevents her movement. She hammers at the gauntlets,but its useless. She kicks one of her weapons deeper into her attacker,but the grip around her neck just tightens.
Hinatas neck blisters,the smell of decay fills her nose.Breathing becomes hard,the blur returns. She can feel something gnawing on her,but the pain is fleeting.
Hinata focuses on her heartbeat once more.
One,two…
Rothwyr, a strong Captain of the Proudmoore fleet was revered by his peers, loved by his family, and feared by his enemies. So one would think this tale ends happily for our valiant hero, but sadly not all tales are as such.
Rothwyr’s door quickly flies open, a man panting at the doorway attempting to catch his breath. “Rothwyr!”, cried Ainsworth, his second in command. “The Horde are attempting to breach Boralus, and we need you immediately.”.
The Captain, holding his daughter, gently placed her onto the ground and frowned in his wife’s direction. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, Cresia. Lock the doors and stay inside until I return”. She nodded and took his hands in hers, clamping them tenderly. “Just make sure you return”, she said solemnly.
With that, Rothwyr threw on his armor and ran out the door, carefully making sure it was locked behind him.
The battle against the Horde was quickly won. They had very few ships, and they were no match against the Kul Tiran fleet, especially under Rothwyr’s command. “Congratulations!”, shouted Ainsworth. “I’m not sure, Ainsworth. This seemed a little too easy”, replied Rothwyr.
Suddenly an eagle rider flew down to the ship. “Sir! You must return to Boralus with haste. The city is burning. It was an ambush!”. Rothwyr’s face became pale. “Cresia!”. He ordered the Tidesages to turn the ship around and send it back to Boralus immediately. Upon reaching the city the only thought in his mind was reaching his family. Rothwyr cut down Horde soldiers without remorse, but reaching his house he noticed the door was broken. His wife and daughter lay lifeless on the ground, with wounds all over their bodies.
A tear made its way down his face, and then, it turned to ice. A haunting voice entered his mind. “Rothwyr. I can give you the power to avenge your family, if you wish it. All you need to do is serve me in death, and my gift will save the rest of your people”. With nothing but vengeance on his mind he accepted, picking up his sabre and plunging it into his heart. Arthas appeared, resurrecting the fallen captain as a Death Knight.
Rothwyr looked down at his wife and daughter, errupting with so much power that a virulent plague radiated throughout the city, wiping out the remaining Horde forces.
Kul Tiran’s will remember Rothwyr, not as a Death Knight, but as the hero who sacrificed everything to save Boralus.
The day was won, but at a cost no man should have to pay.
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