So I've been writing a book/trilogy called The Black Legion and I decided I want to RP it here in the WoW universe, no it won't be the same thing as my books but you'll get a taste of it and some of the characters (Where else would I test things out XD). Here is a little bit of it I've been spending time writing.
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The sounds of the dead and dying were all that could be heard, even the roar of the dragon-fire was muted by their sounds. All around him were bodies, bodies of men and women who had their faces and limbs dissolved by the touch of a toxic gas. It was the Plague all over again, he thought numbly to himself, who could do something like this? Why would they? So close to their victory. The young man was Alaric Morgan, a paladin Lieutenant with the Stormwind Military and he couldn't fathom why this had happened. He continued to walk the field, not able to realize why he was doing what he was doing. The white armor he wore starting to be smudged by the dirt and ash of all the death around him.
An armored fist came down on the young man's shoulder and suddenly it was a flurry of motion as he raised his mace, calling upon the Light to smite the enemy, whatever or whoever it was so lost in his horror. A brilliant flash of Light burst out from the small Paladin yet it was Alaric who found himself on his back. "You should not strike those who come to help you from the Darkness." A voice said, it was calm, patient. It held notes of empathy, wisdom and even cynicism. Yet it was a friendly voice, the voice of a comrade or brother. Alaric spat and got to his feet, eying the man, for now he saw it was a man but he was solidly built, a bit shorter than Alaric's six foot two inch frame yet he was far broader.
"Who are you?" Alaric asked simply, not choosing to bandy words with anyone at this moment. "Who I am is not the real question you should be asking." He said simply, the voice again was hard, full of authority and confidence yet it was not unkind. It was as if he was drawing out Alaric from himself. It bothered Alaric how easily this man annoyed him, he was a paladin! He would not fall into anger so easily, yet here he was wishing to simply punch the man and leave him in the dirt and ash. "Then pray tell what is the question I should be asking?" Alaric spat out, he didn't care how he sounded in this moment. What his mentors would say, what his friends would say.
A laugh came from behind the paladin, the cold chill of the grave echoing through it and he spun his mace once again coming up to defend himself. "The boy is as blind as they are Captain." The voice said, the hazy form of a very tall Death Knight just barely visible in the clouds of smoke that clung to the ground around the Wrathgate. "Much like you once were brother. Much like they all are." He said, sounding far wiser than any human who was of combat age should be. "Who the devil are you! Speak quickly! I have no time for games!" Alaric shouted, his rage exploding out of him as he said those words, he hated this verbal back and forth what was the point in wasting so much time?
"You ask the wrong question, even within your mind. You ask who would do such a thing. When you should be asking, why are they doing this." The first man said, his black armor, edged in gold, looking menacing with its collection of stud spikes of silver metal. The blade on his back looking deadly as it thrummed with an inner life. Alaric narrowed his gaze now, wondering who this man was; he wore no tabard or insignia yet he sounded like a man in charge even the Death Knight differed to him. "Who are they?" He asked quietly as he eased his stance, willing to hear the man out.
"The rest of the world paladin. The Alliance, the Horde. Even those organizations which are comprised of both sides. They are the ones causing all this." He said spreading his arms to encompass the entirety of the Wrathgate slaughter. As he said it he continued, "They are weak. They have fallen from their path into Darkness. We will correct these mistakes." He said simply, and before Alaric could debate with him he raised a hand for silence and continued. "Soldiers live and wonder why." He stated, letting the words hang in the air and forcing Alaric to think about them.
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The sounds of the dead and dying were all that could be heard, even the roar of the dragon-fire was muted by their sounds. All around him were bodies, bodies of men and women who had their faces and limbs dissolved by the touch of a toxic gas. It was the Plague all over again, he thought numbly to himself, who could do something like this? Why would they? So close to their victory. The young man was Alaric Morgan, a paladin Lieutenant with the Stormwind Military and he couldn't fathom why this had happened. He continued to walk the field, not able to realize why he was doing what he was doing. The white armor he wore starting to be smudged by the dirt and ash of all the death around him.
An armored fist came down on the young man's shoulder and suddenly it was a flurry of motion as he raised his mace, calling upon the Light to smite the enemy, whatever or whoever it was so lost in his horror. A brilliant flash of Light burst out from the small Paladin yet it was Alaric who found himself on his back. "You should not strike those who come to help you from the Darkness." A voice said, it was calm, patient. It held notes of empathy, wisdom and even cynicism. Yet it was a friendly voice, the voice of a comrade or brother. Alaric spat and got to his feet, eying the man, for now he saw it was a man but he was solidly built, a bit shorter than Alaric's six foot two inch frame yet he was far broader.
"Who are you?" Alaric asked simply, not choosing to bandy words with anyone at this moment. "Who I am is not the real question you should be asking." He said simply, the voice again was hard, full of authority and confidence yet it was not unkind. It was as if he was drawing out Alaric from himself. It bothered Alaric how easily this man annoyed him, he was a paladin! He would not fall into anger so easily, yet here he was wishing to simply punch the man and leave him in the dirt and ash. "Then pray tell what is the question I should be asking?" Alaric spat out, he didn't care how he sounded in this moment. What his mentors would say, what his friends would say.
A laugh came from behind the paladin, the cold chill of the grave echoing through it and he spun his mace once again coming up to defend himself. "The boy is as blind as they are Captain." The voice said, the hazy form of a very tall Death Knight just barely visible in the clouds of smoke that clung to the ground around the Wrathgate. "Much like you once were brother. Much like they all are." He said, sounding far wiser than any human who was of combat age should be. "Who the devil are you! Speak quickly! I have no time for games!" Alaric shouted, his rage exploding out of him as he said those words, he hated this verbal back and forth what was the point in wasting so much time?
"You ask the wrong question, even within your mind. You ask who would do such a thing. When you should be asking, why are they doing this." The first man said, his black armor, edged in gold, looking menacing with its collection of stud spikes of silver metal. The blade on his back looking deadly as it thrummed with an inner life. Alaric narrowed his gaze now, wondering who this man was; he wore no tabard or insignia yet he sounded like a man in charge even the Death Knight differed to him. "Who are they?" He asked quietly as he eased his stance, willing to hear the man out.
"The rest of the world paladin. The Alliance, the Horde. Even those organizations which are comprised of both sides. They are the ones causing all this." He said spreading his arms to encompass the entirety of the Wrathgate slaughter. As he said it he continued, "They are weak. They have fallen from their path into Darkness. We will correct these mistakes." He said simply, and before Alaric could debate with him he raised a hand for silence and continued. "Soldiers live and wonder why." He stated, letting the words hang in the air and forcing Alaric to think about them.
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Edited by Silvèr on 11/12/2013 1:51 PM PST
