Sui
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This is the first part of my story. I'll post the rest later.
There are links hidden throughout the story, if you click them you can see a screenshot at the time (because this actually happenned
)
I wrote this really quickly just now, it's not supposed to be a work of art, just a short story ^_^
Oh and by the way, CLICK THE TITLES! VVV
1. The beginning
The zeppelin tore through the sky like the huge, mechanical bastion it was. A huge turbine propelled the machine forward and ugly, bulking bruisers littered the deck. It shredded the thick, misty air and dwarfed the tiny, crumbling cottages that lay in ruin below us.
But I paid no heed to my surroundings. My fingers grasped a small purse by my side, that clinked with the sound of metal as the zeppelin battered on. I had finally saved up enough coin to earn what I deserved - a gallant, rapid beast that would carry me into battle from now on, trampling over my enemies and speeding me into the distance. Suddenly my dreams of a fell-steed were interrupted by a huge, motorized CLUNK, and a small, strange creature hobbled onto the deck, raised his hands and screamed “EVERYBODY OFF!!”
Brill. The air stank of rotting carcasses, and the streets were deserted apart from a few bedraggled undead. The buckling houses merged into the dark, dreary background of dead trees, and stray beasts that were long since deceased energetically scampered past, flinging specks of dirt, grime and dead skin into my face. Wiping off the mess with my skeletal hand, I breathed a sigh of relief. Home sweet home.
Before I knew it, coins were being exchanged and the emotionless horse trainer dragged out one of his finest steeds. It’s bones were old and were clean of flesh or muscle, and long, wiry hair flowed from it’s empty skull. I grasped it’s neck and hurled myself onto it’s back. Patting it carefully, the name “Edicius” came to mind. At that moment a small, subtle smile slid across my mouth, and my eyes gleamed with pleasure. The horse trainer began mumbling about some meaningless dribble, and completely ignoring him, I slapped Edicius sternly on the side, pointed into the unknown distance, and sped away, laughing.
2. Orgrimmar
A few days later, I returned to Orgrimmar. The moon was high in the sky, and stars shone brightly behind thin clouds. I rode proudly through the huge, stern doors and emerged into the great city.
I smiled.
The opening was alive with bustling Horde. Traders screamed from the rooftops, listing their cotton, linen, armour, potions, pets and meals for sale. Great warriors tore past on bulking mounts, while tired travellers laughed and drank at the inn. The auction house was overflowing with eager entrepreneurs as usual, while a huge circle of jeering, cheering, screaming orcs surrounded what seemed to be the corpse of a human. Everything was lively and crowded, just like it should be.
“SUI!!! There you are! I see you’ve got your mount, now where the hell’s my money?”
I cringed as the giant Tauren bounded towards me. His staff clunked behind him, and bright bottles of herbs and liquids hung from his thick, leathery armour that chafed his huge chest. I reluctantly grinned as the Tauren embraced me with a friendly hug, then opened his hand, as if expecting something.
“Look… Sulk.. About the money… I haven’t quite got in touch with that trader yet..”
The Tauren looked slightly disappointed.. But the feeling passed, and a beaming smile spread across his face as he placed his huge, bulging hand on my frail shoulder.
“Sui! I can forgive you. After all, we’re friends right? That’s what friends do!”
Hearing this word made me sneer. I work alone, and always have. Never have I cared for another’s well-being- the word “friend” is just a convinent lie used to make stupid people do what you say.
“Hey, I’ve an Idea”, beamed the Tauren. “Come with me on an expedition, and I’ll eradicate all your debt. It’s just a short flight, you’ll enjoy it!”
Before I could answer, the Tauren exploded in a burst of smoke, before emerging from this shroud in a new form. In an instant his fur had retracted into his body, his torso had shrunk and his limbs had crumpled into agile legs. His entire proportion had been turned upside down, and with this, he grabbed hold of my arm with his sharp teeth, yanked me off my steed and bounded out of Orgrimmar, dragging me along the bumpy ground. Edicius grunted, before unwillingly following.
I hate druids.
3. Stranglethorn Vale
We caught a zeppelin out of Orgrimmar. Apparently, we were going to see the Elves. The very thought of those snobby, elegant prats brought a shiver down my cold spine… But it was the only way to remove my debt. Sulkdodds, my druid host, informed me that the journey would be quick and easy, and that I was only being brought along as an extra precaution. After all, being an experienced and skilled rogue, I can navigate my way through the most complicated environments, where my druid “friend” would be stumbling into Alliance, monsters and god knows what else. Then, once we got there, I’d be free to return to my travels, leaving Sulk to meet with his fellow druid or something equally pathetic.
We exited the Zeppelin tower to be confronted with a wave of heat. Even my numb bones could sense the temperature of this tropical jungle. We were now in “Stranglethorn Vale”, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before. Dense bushes and leaves blocked our way as we waded through tall grass, murky swamps and crumbling ruins.
http://img148.exs.cx/img148/7168/stranglethornruins4eg.jpg
The whole place was a mess, with raptors, crocodiles and strange cats roaming around you. Life was everywhere, but in a very different way to Orgrimmar. There were no traders or welcoming locals here, only unseen stalkers that prowl around you, waiting for you to let your guard down. It was nearing midnight and the overgrown jungle was merging into one dreaded entity- living and breathing. Sulk wasn’t complaining, but I could tell he was suffering in the excruciating heat. his fur was dripping with sweat, and his eyes wandered. I was pulling Edicius through the jungle by the chain hanging from his neck- his sturdy bones showed no sign of discomfort in the atmosphere… which made me wonder why I was so depressed.
4. Duskwood
Eventually, the jungle began to thin, and the plants started to look discoloured and bland. After a while the dense jungle had all but dispersed, and we were walking past decaying trees, battered fences and abandoned farms. I felt strangely compelled to these lands… they seemed to feel like home. Sulk was looking much better, and began to explain about the history of this dreary forest. Hearing his knowledge surprised me… maybe this Tauren wasn’t as annoying and needlessly energetic as I had first believed.
“Duskwood”, as it was called, happened to be Alliance territory. Sulk had morphed into some sort of horned cat, and was running alongside me as I sat on top of Edicius. We galloped past many humans, and even saw some gnomes and Dwarves… that I promptly slay. Sulk was reluctant to particpate in the killing of Alliance, and tended to watch as I sliced their throats, ripped off their heads and threw them at the black trees. He even became rather emotional after I sliced a particular watchman,
although I don’t know why.
Eventually we came across a small river, and on the other side we could see lush grass and fat pigs, surrounding prosperous farms and huge, glorious trees. In the distance I could see some sort of castle…
“Elwynn,” Sulkdodds muttered… “Human lands”.
I grinned, and unsheathed my daggers.
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there are about 8 more "chapters" to go, I'll post 2 more parts after this.
And just to say, I know we have a fanfic section, but this is really just an overdramaticised list of screenshots, not a fanfic
*edit* Some of the URL tags won't work, So I've just placed the link underneath the paragraph
There are links hidden throughout the story, if you click them you can see a screenshot at the time (because this actually happenned
)I wrote this really quickly just now, it's not supposed to be a work of art, just a short story ^_^
Oh and by the way, CLICK THE TITLES! VVV
1. The beginning
The zeppelin tore through the sky like the huge, mechanical bastion it was. A huge turbine propelled the machine forward and ugly, bulking bruisers littered the deck. It shredded the thick, misty air and dwarfed the tiny, crumbling cottages that lay in ruin below us.
But I paid no heed to my surroundings. My fingers grasped a small purse by my side, that clinked with the sound of metal as the zeppelin battered on. I had finally saved up enough coin to earn what I deserved - a gallant, rapid beast that would carry me into battle from now on, trampling over my enemies and speeding me into the distance. Suddenly my dreams of a fell-steed were interrupted by a huge, motorized CLUNK, and a small, strange creature hobbled onto the deck, raised his hands and screamed “EVERYBODY OFF!!”
Brill. The air stank of rotting carcasses, and the streets were deserted apart from a few bedraggled undead. The buckling houses merged into the dark, dreary background of dead trees, and stray beasts that were long since deceased energetically scampered past, flinging specks of dirt, grime and dead skin into my face. Wiping off the mess with my skeletal hand, I breathed a sigh of relief. Home sweet home.
Before I knew it, coins were being exchanged and the emotionless horse trainer dragged out one of his finest steeds. It’s bones were old and were clean of flesh or muscle, and long, wiry hair flowed from it’s empty skull. I grasped it’s neck and hurled myself onto it’s back. Patting it carefully, the name “Edicius” came to mind. At that moment a small, subtle smile slid across my mouth, and my eyes gleamed with pleasure. The horse trainer began mumbling about some meaningless dribble, and completely ignoring him, I slapped Edicius sternly on the side, pointed into the unknown distance, and sped away, laughing.
2. Orgrimmar
A few days later, I returned to Orgrimmar. The moon was high in the sky, and stars shone brightly behind thin clouds. I rode proudly through the huge, stern doors and emerged into the great city.
I smiled.
The opening was alive with bustling Horde. Traders screamed from the rooftops, listing their cotton, linen, armour, potions, pets and meals for sale. Great warriors tore past on bulking mounts, while tired travellers laughed and drank at the inn. The auction house was overflowing with eager entrepreneurs as usual, while a huge circle of jeering, cheering, screaming orcs surrounded what seemed to be the corpse of a human. Everything was lively and crowded, just like it should be.
“SUI!!! There you are! I see you’ve got your mount, now where the hell’s my money?”
I cringed as the giant Tauren bounded towards me. His staff clunked behind him, and bright bottles of herbs and liquids hung from his thick, leathery armour that chafed his huge chest. I reluctantly grinned as the Tauren embraced me with a friendly hug, then opened his hand, as if expecting something.
“Look… Sulk.. About the money… I haven’t quite got in touch with that trader yet..”
The Tauren looked slightly disappointed.. But the feeling passed, and a beaming smile spread across his face as he placed his huge, bulging hand on my frail shoulder.
“Sui! I can forgive you. After all, we’re friends right? That’s what friends do!”
Hearing this word made me sneer. I work alone, and always have. Never have I cared for another’s well-being- the word “friend” is just a convinent lie used to make stupid people do what you say.
“Hey, I’ve an Idea”, beamed the Tauren. “Come with me on an expedition, and I’ll eradicate all your debt. It’s just a short flight, you’ll enjoy it!”
Before I could answer, the Tauren exploded in a burst of smoke, before emerging from this shroud in a new form. In an instant his fur had retracted into his body, his torso had shrunk and his limbs had crumpled into agile legs. His entire proportion had been turned upside down, and with this, he grabbed hold of my arm with his sharp teeth, yanked me off my steed and bounded out of Orgrimmar, dragging me along the bumpy ground. Edicius grunted, before unwillingly following.
I hate druids.
3. Stranglethorn Vale
We caught a zeppelin out of Orgrimmar. Apparently, we were going to see the Elves. The very thought of those snobby, elegant prats brought a shiver down my cold spine… But it was the only way to remove my debt. Sulkdodds, my druid host, informed me that the journey would be quick and easy, and that I was only being brought along as an extra precaution. After all, being an experienced and skilled rogue, I can navigate my way through the most complicated environments, where my druid “friend” would be stumbling into Alliance, monsters and god knows what else. Then, once we got there, I’d be free to return to my travels, leaving Sulk to meet with his fellow druid or something equally pathetic.
We exited the Zeppelin tower to be confronted with a wave of heat. Even my numb bones could sense the temperature of this tropical jungle. We were now in “Stranglethorn Vale”, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before. Dense bushes and leaves blocked our way as we waded through tall grass, murky swamps and crumbling ruins.
http://img148.exs.cx/img148/7168/stranglethornruins4eg.jpg
The whole place was a mess, with raptors, crocodiles and strange cats roaming around you. Life was everywhere, but in a very different way to Orgrimmar. There were no traders or welcoming locals here, only unseen stalkers that prowl around you, waiting for you to let your guard down. It was nearing midnight and the overgrown jungle was merging into one dreaded entity- living and breathing. Sulk wasn’t complaining, but I could tell he was suffering in the excruciating heat. his fur was dripping with sweat, and his eyes wandered. I was pulling Edicius through the jungle by the chain hanging from his neck- his sturdy bones showed no sign of discomfort in the atmosphere… which made me wonder why I was so depressed.
4. Duskwood
Eventually, the jungle began to thin, and the plants started to look discoloured and bland. After a while the dense jungle had all but dispersed, and we were walking past decaying trees, battered fences and abandoned farms. I felt strangely compelled to these lands… they seemed to feel like home. Sulk was looking much better, and began to explain about the history of this dreary forest. Hearing his knowledge surprised me… maybe this Tauren wasn’t as annoying and needlessly energetic as I had first believed.
“Duskwood”, as it was called, happened to be Alliance territory. Sulk had morphed into some sort of horned cat, and was running alongside me as I sat on top of Edicius. We galloped past many humans, and even saw some gnomes and Dwarves… that I promptly slay. Sulk was reluctant to particpate in the killing of Alliance, and tended to watch as I sliced their throats, ripped off their heads and threw them at the black trees. He even became rather emotional after I sliced a particular watchman,
although I don’t know why.
Eventually we came across a small river, and on the other side we could see lush grass and fat pigs, surrounding prosperous farms and huge, glorious trees. In the distance I could see some sort of castle…
“Elwynn,” Sulkdodds muttered… “Human lands”.
I grinned, and unsheathed my daggers.
-------------------------------------------
there are about 8 more "chapters" to go, I'll post 2 more parts after this.
And just to say, I know we have a fanfic section, but this is really just an overdramaticised list of screenshots, not a fanfic
*edit* Some of the URL tags won't work, So I've just placed the link underneath the paragraph
