35 Recent Deviations
Featured: Sylvanas Windrunner
Chapter Five: Depression (Part I)Trying 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 (Part I) 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
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIIVIIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VII by Daneas
The Siege of Icecrown
Arrows were loosed, boulders were tossed and spells were cast as Arno roared. They all found their mark, but for every undead that fell two more appeared behind it. Another flurry of arrows and more foul blood tainted the snow and whenever the archers missed the catapults finished what they started.
A huge eerie teal stone rained down on Mal’ganis. He shifted forms and all the stone did was pass through a storm of bats. Meanwhile his forces crossed the smouldering ground that had been ice and snow just moments earlier, limbs splashing in puddles and streams of water, and as the walls and gate towered over them they charged headlong.
Bolvar’s skeletal archers fired again, their arrows embedding themselves in decaying organs or pale flesh or whizzing through empty eye sockets and out of the back of skulls. Those that fell were far
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