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[twilightsky]

I dont post as much as i lurk, been wanting to post something here for ages and then just now i remembered i got a couple shorts i've written when i been bored. If peeps likes em i can post more

The land is dead, what is left of it is rotting and will never heal. Never again shall a crop grow on these fields or the sound of people be heard instead the dead grow, build themselves a new body. As I walk I hear the ground creak beneath me like floor boards of an ancient house. The decrepit land goes on like this for miles through the Lordaeron kingdom but the land itself is not evil.. Scourge..

They took my family, my land and.. my life. The Alliance cowards would have nothing to do with us they would not dare help us they would not defend “their” land. Our Queen Lady Sylvanas Windrunner she saved us, she freed us from torment that goes beyond death. Torment that causes death, creates you as a form of death to bring death to others. She freed our land from the grip of Scourge she brought justice to our people by destroying the one who put us in this state and now.. We go home.

But we cannot go home, we come back from war to find war. To find the Alliance hunting us, like the foxes that roam our lands, they claim we are on their land. Their land? That they would not protect? It is our land but our Queen she is smart, she is powerful and she has weapons from the north. They are called Val’kyr, angels of death, they will help our army grow as for every Alliance we kill that’s one more Forsaken for us. As a Forsaken we do not rest, a human who lives who breathes who sleeps who needs rest is weak, I am strong for I can drown a human but a human cannot drown me for my lungs burst long ago. He who sleeps does not expect - be it sword, dagger or arrow. Most of our land is ours but we press on to take it all back: Tirisfal Glades has always been ours but Silverpine Forest was attacked by the Alliance’s new allies - Worgen, wolf men, now when I call the Alliance dogs it is a literal sense.

The Plaguelands as they are called now have taken partly by the Alliance and partly by uniting forces such as The Argent Crusade and the Cenarion Circle they wish to restore the land back to its original form and remove the corruption from the land. I personally have grown to despise life, I feel it writhing squirming in my grasp. In my colourless view of the world its just black and white and in the Plaguewood where I spend my days in the ruins of our old house I can see the shape of everything I can see it clearly but.. In the Western Plaguelands where there is new life crawling out of the ground all I see is blinding light it burns its way into my vision. So I stay where I am: I stay in Plaguewood, in Terrordale and in Stratholme for they are peaceful and creaky and dead…

- Lillyth

[Saturo]

Yay for undeath! :D

[Starzein]

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"More "he screamed, knowing his words could not be heard above above the roar of the crowd,Thousands upon thousands of voices but still he screamed and the Crowd screamed with him, with tears rolling down his cheeks he yelled as loud as his deep baratone voice would allow him, yelled until the voice was hoarse with overuse, "More"

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[twilightsky]

Been busy with guild :< some jackass removed 180 members from my guild and im only back at 73 but anyways, sorry the end is a bit short imma put more of twi in other thingy mer bobs


I have always fought in wars, I remember my old Ravager Boo, we stalked the land of Draenor the Alliance always fought to take back what was theirs in the vast plains of Nagrand but I remember bringing down their warriors of the holy light. It was back in the good old days back when I was a young Troll. Draenor used to be the home of the Orcs so we were welcomed in by the Mag’har. The land may have been torn apart by a wicked war years ago but I felt at peace there and I still do: sitting on one of the floating clumps of land in Netherstorm or the mushrooms of Zangarmarsh, ah there are so many Darkspears there it feels like a vivid mutation of the Echo Isles.

I remember being called back and sent to war with something other than Alliance on a continent named Northrend - I wasn’t even aware it existed. It was there everything changed, war became more brutal the creatures that lived on this land were.. dead. It was a year into the war.. that I realised I had been fighting on the wrong.. side. I was sent with a group of other soldiers to take a point in Icecrown that was held by the Scourge there was a mixture of Horde and Alliance the Argent Crusade and their leader Tirion Fordring had spoke many times about how we, the Horde war machine and the crusading Alliance, had to unite in these dark times to bring down the enemy or we would be over run by their masses. I killed every Alliance soldier there and in such a cowardly manor - I would wait for the Scourge to strike at them before firing my arrows, it was the only part I regretted. I was stood there alone with the Scourge and then a miracle, he saved me.

He liked my pet I named her Frostmourne, her eyes glowed in the same way his swords hilt did. From then I disowned my friends, I handed a few over to him. We created a far more powerful weapon, I could target the more powerful soldiers. I destroyed so much life so much more life than I could ever hope to accomplish without my King.

As the Horde and Alliance pressed on with Fordrings relentless leadership further into his land and into his Citadel I realised something. And I swore that I wouldn’t leave him to rot. I risked so much - I let my secret out I pleaded for help amongst my Horde. They could have banished me, executed me in front of the people I have fought for, for, years. I used such pure force of nature for such a wicked reason but he could be my King at last and he would be accepted, he looked like a part of our machine.

Twilightsky, Lich Queen

[twilightsky]

A couple of minutes before i gave up searching for the mythical dragon Aeonaxx i decided to have one last skim around the Temple of Earth.

Every time i fly round there i always see the broken rocks floating, pillars shattered but standing still as if time was frozen at that very point in which they were struck others fallen to the ground some exploding on impact but still the stone stuck in the air. I can't help but wonder whether the Stone Mother has either chose to destroy her own architecture like a child building his tower of blocks before knocking them down and them scattering across the ground or whether she was unable to bring life back to the stones that Neltharion had displaced. Her realm is like an extension of her, his awakening and his destruction of Deepholm may have acted as an amputation of her limbs...

Brann Bronzebeard, i've never liked dwarves, everyone followed the great explorer into the depths of Ulduar destroying the jail "freeing" an Old God before destroying him. The three of them, Yogg-Saron, C'thun and N'thaz, created a machine called Deathwing but they also hid him from the world.. until we destroyed the jailor allowing insanity to escape.

There was a Worgen also waiting for the same dragon, he wouldn't be able to understand by language but the signals are universal, i wished him good luck. As i did for some reason my mind cast back to when i was young and just starting out in the Art of the Hunt. It was at the Mor'shan Rampart, back when you got your first mount at level forty and you had to go out your way to train your pets moves, i stood with my then wolf "Wolfgang" talking to a Blood Elf, of whos name or class i cannot remember, the line he said i remember exactly. It stung a physical pain in my mind. That this Elf wasn't coming home, he would never be standing in this position again having a conversation with someone who knew very little about the world, and Spirit Healers didn't exist. "Goodbye, I have to go to war now"

[twilightsky]

Priest

I am pure, I am rich by mind and in material, I am a Darkspear; I am cruel, I am sick and twisted, my punishment is unjustified. My judgment biased for my own gain.

We come together, no matter what race or faction, as brothers and sisters of the Light it directs us and we channel its energies to help our allies in their time of need. Unlike Paladins, unlike most Paladins, who never doubt or betray the Light priests can be swayed. By greed mostly or revenge. When you have smitten one too many innocents you will find the rays of light radiating from your body, like wings of an angel, will darken and as you wield the Light a pain lashes your hands like a whip, however, the prominent change and perhaps the thing that anchors you to that path is the pleasure you take from causing pain to others, innocent or otherwise. Those who still have a pinch of sense in them will realise their errors and change their ways but the majority of priests who travel this path have lost all sense of decency.

I travelled this path. People have claimed that a corrupted priest, a shadow priest, is a victim of the whisperings of an Old God or that they have aligned themselves with the Burning Legion. Although some of them may have had or done either the theory is false. I became a Shadow priest through my own selfishness and greed for gold and power over others. Watching Rogues steal from their victims and Warlocks causing their opponents flesh to melt, forcing them to flee and draining the life force from prey to feed themselves.

I place terror into their minds, into their thoughts, it eats them alive, ripping holes into their brain. I can control them completely like a puppet. Taking them to the brink of death, so close they can almost taste the sweetness, before grasping their free will and restoring their strength to once again bring them to deaths door but they are never allowed to touch the door handle.