39 Recent Deviations
Featured: Sylvanas Windrunner
Chapter Six: DeceptionThe difference between the landscape of Shattrath and Netherstorm made my heart sink heavily into my chest. Far from being a harmless enchanted forest, Terokkar forest still yielded us the background of dreamy, healthy blue skies and chubby white clouds lazily traveling through the horizon. Netherstorm had only stormy skies painted in violent hues, from the brightest violet tones of anger to the sickest and darkest deep purple. Lands that couldn’t grow anything safe for consumption. Chunks of land floating around aimlessly, driven by some vestige of magic slowly fading away. But unlike our troublesome march on Shattrath, we simply teleported our small group to Netherstorm and there were no incidents.Chapter Six: Deception by TheBlindAlchemist
We were welcomed and escorted to the city by a group of goblin guards that approached us on sight. I remember being uncomfortable with the way one of the guards smiled at me, showing all his little sharp teeth. He looked a little less like a green imp because he was chubby. Still ugl
Chapter Five: DepressionTrying to prevent me from doing something stupid was like trying to prevent the sun from shining. My Master’s wisdom would try to keep me on the right way, but eventually I would wander off. It is my nature.Chapter Five: Depression by TheBlindAlchemist
A lifetime ago, I was used to waking up with a shaft of sunlight hitting my face, the birds singing and the noise of the city coming from the open window. No birds were singing now, and a drift of cold wind found its way beneath my sheets, making me curl into a ball and pull the covers around me tightly. A lifetime ago I would wake at Silvermoon in my own warm bed, in my own home - that scent of herbs and potions, of hot and spiced infusions - and this seemed nothing but a poor imitation of that, a bad illusion of my dream of coming back to the time before the fall.
Once again I was awakened by the sun - a cold and pale sun, not warm enough to dissipate the shivers of the night from my freezing bed. I blinked in the light as I sat up and looked around. The first days were con
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IXIXWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IX by Daneas
“At long last.”
An eagle screeched as it soared above the green uplands, a pair of demonic eyes watching its elegant movements.
“Everything is ready, as you ordered, Great One.”
The eredar turned, his red skin and hellish wings standing out against the blue sky. “The illusion spell has been successful, I presume.”
“Of course, Lord Kil’jaeden.” The dreadlord bowed. “No one has sensed our presence.”
“But they will now.” Kil’jaeden flashed a smile. “Have your inquiries been fruitful?”
“Yes...yes. Both factions are substantially weaker, though they are still well capable of resisting us. The Scourge is but a fraction of what it once was. It will not stand against you, my lord, as Mal’ganis has already told y
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIIIVIIIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIII by Daneas
“All fear Galakrond. All flee or hide...or die.”
The wind picked up.
Arno squeezed the hilt of his weapon as he faced the mountains in the south. “First an earthquake, now the wind.” Corp’rethar shuddered, the burning fists of an infernal pounding on the gate. “I dearly hope you know what you’re doing,” he said quietly before turning towards the enemy.
“Ready the army,” a skeleton clad in iron said.
“Huh?” Snow, dust and small rocks began rolling as the wind grew stronger. Arno couldn’t help but stare at the ground before replying. “Ready the army? How are we supp—”
A sound, a feeling, an intensifying unease, and all of Icecrown gazed at the mountains beyond the citadel.
Bolvar stood alone on the tallest
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