Tormeron's events: the Stories

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Topic/Postby Tormeron » 14 Dec 2015, 11:03

Written by Heretic of Embrace:

Arthuron, Heretic, Claraa and Chaileen met at Stormwind Harbour. On the far pier, a group of hooded figures stepped off a ship, and this troubled Arthuron. As the group approached the pier, the center figure raised a staff and a powerful wind blew the group off their feet, knocking them unconscious. They awoke to find the harbour abandoned; there were no soldiers, dockhands, siege tanks or civilians. Arthuron looked up, there were no stars. Claraa felt as if she were being watched in all directions. Chai felt empty inside. Heretic couldn't feel the Light inside him. Arthuron decided that the mages knew what was happening to the world and decided that they must travel to the Mage Quarter of Stormwind, even though he never wanted to venture there. As they approached the Quarter, they were stopped by a magical field. A knight appeared before them, telling them that they will not pass him. The group prepared for a fight, however they did not know what the knight could be capable of. Most of their powers were diminished, and they found themselves weak.

In a moment of clarity, Chaileen listened carefully to what the knight was saying: "You will not pass... You WILL not pass..."

She approached the knight, and he drew his weapon. As she got closer, she could feel the magical field which prevented their passage, however it wasn't solid. The knight said that they 'will not pass', not that they 'could not pass', and she walked beyond the knight and disappeared.

Arthuron, Heretic and Claraa screamed as she seemingly disintegrated into nothingness, not even ash. They ran toward the field to see if there was a possibility of her survival. And darkness fell...

"... up!"
A voice spoke, and shook Arthuron' shoulders... "....ke up!!"
The voice proceeded to get louder and louder.

A soldier was standing over Arthuron, shaking him by the shoulders. To his own surprise, Arthuron woke and found the whole group on the floor unconscious still.

"What happened here soldier?", he asked.

"The Twlight's Hammer attempted to breach Stormwind, the cultists have been apprehended."

"Good work", he looked over and saw the spellcaster dead on the floor, another soldier was wiping his sword clean of the blood, "Have a priest tend to my allies, make sure this atrocity will not happen again."

"Yes sir", the soldier replied. Three priests appeared around Claraa, Heretic and Chaileen; they had begun to awaken them.

Heretic woke first, "Arthuron, what happened to us?", his words trembled out of his mouth. The horror of being without the Light for a second time had terrified him.

"The Twilight's Hammer... They put us under a spell to make the world seem how they wanted it. An empty void of horrors.", Arthuron put his hand on Heretic's shoulder to reassure him that it was over. Claraa and Chai awoke, and Arthuron told them what had happened.

"This isn't over... Something's coming. Something big."
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