Post by Firstt on May 1, 2008 14:50:55 GMT -5
The Invasion[/u]
Eversong, it was a beautiful place really. All of it was really, really beautiful. Oogri was one of the few High Elves who really felt the beauty of it, during this... time? Was that the right word? Time... Generally Oogri was more intune with Nature than his brothers, even if his family had disowned him for picking the 'wrong' path. His Path was that of a Ranger, he had followed in the footsteps of someone he loved, rising to a High Rank, that way he could keep an eye on her. He was High Ranger General of the Quel'Thalas Rangers, he was also a Paladin of the Silver Hand... or was. After the Alliance had, 'left' them he had defected from the Silver Hand.
"High Ranger General, are you coming? His train of thought was broken, by the soft female voice. He turned around, smiling as his blue eyes lit up. "Yes indeed I am, Faraday, shall we go? The young Elven girl, his adopted 'sister' smiled brightly, skipping off. He had promised her he'd take her for a right on his Tiger he had obtained from the Night Elves. None of the other High Elves liked the fact he used a Night Elven mount, but most of them didn't really care. All of the Children loved Roe, his Mount, the Tiger was so gently and so beautiful when she ran. But when needed, Roe was savage. A killing machine, if you will. He walked to the stables at Fairbreeze Village, getting on Roe and reaching down and pulling the young girl, Faraday up. Putting her infront of him, Roe purred gently as Faraday scratched her behind the ears.
"Well, Roe. Lets have a run, to Silvermoon!" He chuckled lightly, as Roe roared. Scaring the girl a bit, before Roe took off at a sprint. The Tiger, being one of the fastest ever. Infact, she was the fastest mount amongst the High Elves, using her soft fur to let the wind glide over her, and even using her speed to fight. It was a gift, Oogri figured. A Gift from the Titans, the Gods. Oogri chuckled to himself as Faraday hung for her dear life, laughing the entire time. In a matter of moments, they had reached the Ranger Outpost, Lady Sylvanas, the Leader of the Rangers helping several other Elves practice their archery.
"We're done already? Aww... Faraday, put her head down in sadness, but nonetheless she got off. Running to her mother, who was waiting at the Stairs into Silvermoon. Waving at Oogri, he waved back, getting off his mount as Roe went to the stables, striding cockily, knowing she'd get lots of attention, yet again. Oogri walked to the camp, wearing his usual uniform as most elves used. The normal Ranger Uniform, his dark green and gold leather, aswell as a Tabard. Except, his Tabard was that of the silver hand. The blue and gold tabard, shining out of his normal colors. A silver hand in the middle of it.
Sylvanas looked over, waving to him as she shot her bow. Oogri walked over, Sylvanas was his higher-up a higher rank than him. "Orders, ma'am? She turned around, her voice was so beautiful, her eyes. Everything about her. Her voice was that of a bird's song, it seemed like. "Ah, yes, Oogri. I need you to take the Officers out and show them exactly what we're facing. We believe that... he is in the southern Eversong now, its become a plagued land..." (Ghostlands, I forgot the actual name before it got plagued.)
"Yes ma'am. I'll start on it right now. Oogri walked off, he had a slight advantage over others, he used magic. He wasn't addicted though, he used one of his strongest magical abilities, it was something like a teleportation, except it didn't go a long, long ways. It took him back to Fairbreeze, where the officers we're waiting. He nodded at them. "Come along then, we've got a little present for you. He walked off, going past a few Scourge scouts, which the anxious Officers shot at and killed. He just walked past, reaching a bridge. A thick line of muck inside of it, obviously plagued. "Do not touch anything past this bridge, or the water. You may die of sickness... Now, we may need to---" The other officers saw it too... Arthas Menethil, walking at the head of an army of Scourge... Oogri cursed, opening a portal to the Sunwell. Sending a mental message to Sylvanas, they would be there soon. Arthas would strike for the Sunwell first.
Five Hours Later[/i]
Oogri didn't realize it, but he had been sitting behind the barricades and defences of the Sunwell for over five hours. Silvermoon had not been attacked, and Sylvanas and him we're discussing tactics as a Scout ran up, out of breath and an arrow in his chest. He fell down, right infront of them both. "Arthas... here... so... many..." He wept, just a bit, before dying. Sylvanas and Oogri stood up, nodding to each other. Going to the defences, as Abmonations, Nerubians, Scourge Mages, Scourge Champions, even a few Death Knights... Several Undead Horseman at the Flank, as he could see. Five Frost Wyrms flew behind them, along with gargolyles. Screeching as they neared the High Elven Rangers, Paladins, Mages and Priests. Oogri stood up, readying his bow.
Loudly, speaking. He began a speech. "Rangers! Paladins! Mages! Priests! High Elves... today is a stand. A stand against the forces of Darkness, a stand against the Scourge. Our allies have left us, left us to our doom.. But we will not take that doom, we will live. Our Sunwell will stand strong! Even now, our ArchMages are working to use the Sunwell against our enemies. Even now, we will hold them and WIN! Now come, High Elves, warriors of Silvermoon and the Sunwell, today we will win a great Victory." Several of the High Elves cheered, readying themselves for the charge. But all of them knew, that they'd die, but die honorably, they would.
The first charge of the Scourge began, Arthas wasn't in this. But either way, they charged with the force of a thousand waves, a newly risen Death Knight at the head of the charge. Oogri charged forward, swinging his sword known as Fella, this weapon his mother had given him before she died. So, he used it with pride. At that moment, he thought of her. A tear ripping itself from his eye, he looked up. Growling, she had been killed by the Scourge. So, he had a debt to pay back..
Oogri was the first to meet the Scourge, he charged forward. A battlecry ripping from his throat. "FOR QUEL'THALAS!" He charged forward, shooting his bow at a few scourge, as the High Elven archers released their arrows. Taking a good amount of the Scourge down. The Paladins and Rangers charged forward with Oogri, Sylvanas shooting her bow precisely, the best archer in the world all the High Elves figured. Oogri smashed into the Scourge, his sword, holy light having been charged into it. Released a small bit of holy energy into the Scourge, dealing a good amount of damage as he smashed his sword into a Scourge, then bringing his mailed elbow to knock another Scourge away. Ripping through the Scourge ranks like butter. He needed to kill that Death Knight. The Death Knight saw Oogri coming for him, grinning wickedly. He'd meet him in battle, it seemed, just as Oogri ripped through the last one, an abmonation stopped his charge, he looked up at the towering figure.
The Abmonation grunted, laughing a bit infact. He brought one his arms to slam against the Elf, nimbly dodging it, Oogri swung himself onto the Abmonation's neck, he thrust the sword into the Abmonation's neck, releasing the Holy Magic into it, the Abmonation quickly died from the exposure to the magic. Oogri began pushing more Holy magic into the sword, as he leaped from the falling beast, leaping at the Death Knight. "You're next Death Knight!" He landed right behind him, bowling through several other Scourge. They we're pushing this wave back with ease. Oogri quickly got up, just as the Death Knight swung its two-handed Runeblade at his head, Oogri dodged. Ramming into his plate armor, knocking him down as Oogri stuck his sword into the Death Knight's neck, moving his sword to where it cut it off. Blood splurting all over his face, he figured the Scourge got the order to retreat, because they all began running past him. Just as he saw something he didn't expect. Several Frost Wyrms... Obviously Arthas had realized, 'waves' we're a bad idea. So he was sending his full force.
Oogri sighed, getting up, wiping some blood from his face. Going back to the line he readied himself again. Nodding to several Officers, he saw something he never wanted to see again. Arthas Menethil, riding at the head of the Scourge, a sadtistic grin on his face. It was time, the Sunwell would be finished, and he knew it. Oogri felt tears, but none left his eyes, Arthas neared, the archers releasing arrows at the Scourge, but still they neared. All of the High Elves went to the front lines, and they clashed. The armies of the Scourge versus the small High Elven 'army'. Oogri crashed into several Scourge, ripping them apart. He laughed sadtisticly, getting up and again ripping through the Scourge. He pulled out his bow, infusing an arrow with Holy magic and shot it right into the head of an abmonation, blocking a blow from a Scourge as the Abmonation fell. Using his sword again, he swung it around, slamming it into another Scourge. Again, taking many of the Scourge down, using holy magic and arcane magic to destroy them.
Oogri saw something again, Arthas. Going for Sylvanas, he shouted something, but she didn't notice him, until it was too late. Pulling out her swords, she tried to parry Frostmourne, but failed. The large Runeblade, tearing through her delicate skin, she fell to the ground. She had been stabbed by frostmourne, bleeding heavily. Oogri felt tears again, except this time they fell. Someone he loved had been taken away again... He shouted another battle cry, pulling out a shield and ramming through the Scourge. He was going straight for Arthas, leaping into the air he threw his Shield, hitting Arthas in the head. The Death Knight turned around, growling as he walked, arrogantly for Oogri. Oogri charging at him, he parried the first blow of Frostmourne, swinging his weapon around to meet the blade again, a flash of sparks met as pure Darkness met pure Holy magic. Oogri pushed Arthas back a bit, but Arthas countered with a quick blow to the crotch, a cheap shot, as he pushed the blade deep through Oogri's body. Whispering into his ear. "You'll be a nice addition to my army... Oogri's ears twitched, swinging the blade to ram right into Arthas' neck, but it didn't break the armor, knocking Arthas back a bit catching him off-guard, the blade left Oogri's stomech. Doing nothing really, as Oogri fell right next to Sylvanas. He crawled beside her, leaning down. She was alive, barely, she smiled slightly at him, as she held his hand. "I tried Sylvanas... I tried..." Oogri then leaned down, and kissed her, she kissed him back, just as they both died.
Eversong, it was a beautiful place really. All of it was really, really beautiful. Oogri was one of the few High Elves who really felt the beauty of it, during this... time? Was that the right word? Time... Generally Oogri was more intune with Nature than his brothers, even if his family had disowned him for picking the 'wrong' path. His Path was that of a Ranger, he had followed in the footsteps of someone he loved, rising to a High Rank, that way he could keep an eye on her. He was High Ranger General of the Quel'Thalas Rangers, he was also a Paladin of the Silver Hand... or was. After the Alliance had, 'left' them he had defected from the Silver Hand.
"High Ranger General, are you coming? His train of thought was broken, by the soft female voice. He turned around, smiling as his blue eyes lit up. "Yes indeed I am, Faraday, shall we go? The young Elven girl, his adopted 'sister' smiled brightly, skipping off. He had promised her he'd take her for a right on his Tiger he had obtained from the Night Elves. None of the other High Elves liked the fact he used a Night Elven mount, but most of them didn't really care. All of the Children loved Roe, his Mount, the Tiger was so gently and so beautiful when she ran. But when needed, Roe was savage. A killing machine, if you will. He walked to the stables at Fairbreeze Village, getting on Roe and reaching down and pulling the young girl, Faraday up. Putting her infront of him, Roe purred gently as Faraday scratched her behind the ears.
"Well, Roe. Lets have a run, to Silvermoon!" He chuckled lightly, as Roe roared. Scaring the girl a bit, before Roe took off at a sprint. The Tiger, being one of the fastest ever. Infact, she was the fastest mount amongst the High Elves, using her soft fur to let the wind glide over her, and even using her speed to fight. It was a gift, Oogri figured. A Gift from the Titans, the Gods. Oogri chuckled to himself as Faraday hung for her dear life, laughing the entire time. In a matter of moments, they had reached the Ranger Outpost, Lady Sylvanas, the Leader of the Rangers helping several other Elves practice their archery.
"We're done already? Aww... Faraday, put her head down in sadness, but nonetheless she got off. Running to her mother, who was waiting at the Stairs into Silvermoon. Waving at Oogri, he waved back, getting off his mount as Roe went to the stables, striding cockily, knowing she'd get lots of attention, yet again. Oogri walked to the camp, wearing his usual uniform as most elves used. The normal Ranger Uniform, his dark green and gold leather, aswell as a Tabard. Except, his Tabard was that of the silver hand. The blue and gold tabard, shining out of his normal colors. A silver hand in the middle of it.
Sylvanas looked over, waving to him as she shot her bow. Oogri walked over, Sylvanas was his higher-up a higher rank than him. "Orders, ma'am? She turned around, her voice was so beautiful, her eyes. Everything about her. Her voice was that of a bird's song, it seemed like. "Ah, yes, Oogri. I need you to take the Officers out and show them exactly what we're facing. We believe that... he is in the southern Eversong now, its become a plagued land..." (Ghostlands, I forgot the actual name before it got plagued.)
"Yes ma'am. I'll start on it right now. Oogri walked off, he had a slight advantage over others, he used magic. He wasn't addicted though, he used one of his strongest magical abilities, it was something like a teleportation, except it didn't go a long, long ways. It took him back to Fairbreeze, where the officers we're waiting. He nodded at them. "Come along then, we've got a little present for you. He walked off, going past a few Scourge scouts, which the anxious Officers shot at and killed. He just walked past, reaching a bridge. A thick line of muck inside of it, obviously plagued. "Do not touch anything past this bridge, or the water. You may die of sickness... Now, we may need to---" The other officers saw it too... Arthas Menethil, walking at the head of an army of Scourge... Oogri cursed, opening a portal to the Sunwell. Sending a mental message to Sylvanas, they would be there soon. Arthas would strike for the Sunwell first.
Five Hours Later[/i]
Oogri didn't realize it, but he had been sitting behind the barricades and defences of the Sunwell for over five hours. Silvermoon had not been attacked, and Sylvanas and him we're discussing tactics as a Scout ran up, out of breath and an arrow in his chest. He fell down, right infront of them both. "Arthas... here... so... many..." He wept, just a bit, before dying. Sylvanas and Oogri stood up, nodding to each other. Going to the defences, as Abmonations, Nerubians, Scourge Mages, Scourge Champions, even a few Death Knights... Several Undead Horseman at the Flank, as he could see. Five Frost Wyrms flew behind them, along with gargolyles. Screeching as they neared the High Elven Rangers, Paladins, Mages and Priests. Oogri stood up, readying his bow.
Loudly, speaking. He began a speech. "Rangers! Paladins! Mages! Priests! High Elves... today is a stand. A stand against the forces of Darkness, a stand against the Scourge. Our allies have left us, left us to our doom.. But we will not take that doom, we will live. Our Sunwell will stand strong! Even now, our ArchMages are working to use the Sunwell against our enemies. Even now, we will hold them and WIN! Now come, High Elves, warriors of Silvermoon and the Sunwell, today we will win a great Victory." Several of the High Elves cheered, readying themselves for the charge. But all of them knew, that they'd die, but die honorably, they would.
The first charge of the Scourge began, Arthas wasn't in this. But either way, they charged with the force of a thousand waves, a newly risen Death Knight at the head of the charge. Oogri charged forward, swinging his sword known as Fella, this weapon his mother had given him before she died. So, he used it with pride. At that moment, he thought of her. A tear ripping itself from his eye, he looked up. Growling, she had been killed by the Scourge. So, he had a debt to pay back..
Oogri was the first to meet the Scourge, he charged forward. A battlecry ripping from his throat. "FOR QUEL'THALAS!" He charged forward, shooting his bow at a few scourge, as the High Elven archers released their arrows. Taking a good amount of the Scourge down. The Paladins and Rangers charged forward with Oogri, Sylvanas shooting her bow precisely, the best archer in the world all the High Elves figured. Oogri smashed into the Scourge, his sword, holy light having been charged into it. Released a small bit of holy energy into the Scourge, dealing a good amount of damage as he smashed his sword into a Scourge, then bringing his mailed elbow to knock another Scourge away. Ripping through the Scourge ranks like butter. He needed to kill that Death Knight. The Death Knight saw Oogri coming for him, grinning wickedly. He'd meet him in battle, it seemed, just as Oogri ripped through the last one, an abmonation stopped his charge, he looked up at the towering figure.
The Abmonation grunted, laughing a bit infact. He brought one his arms to slam against the Elf, nimbly dodging it, Oogri swung himself onto the Abmonation's neck, he thrust the sword into the Abmonation's neck, releasing the Holy Magic into it, the Abmonation quickly died from the exposure to the magic. Oogri began pushing more Holy magic into the sword, as he leaped from the falling beast, leaping at the Death Knight. "You're next Death Knight!" He landed right behind him, bowling through several other Scourge. They we're pushing this wave back with ease. Oogri quickly got up, just as the Death Knight swung its two-handed Runeblade at his head, Oogri dodged. Ramming into his plate armor, knocking him down as Oogri stuck his sword into the Death Knight's neck, moving his sword to where it cut it off. Blood splurting all over his face, he figured the Scourge got the order to retreat, because they all began running past him. Just as he saw something he didn't expect. Several Frost Wyrms... Obviously Arthas had realized, 'waves' we're a bad idea. So he was sending his full force.
Oogri sighed, getting up, wiping some blood from his face. Going back to the line he readied himself again. Nodding to several Officers, he saw something he never wanted to see again. Arthas Menethil, riding at the head of the Scourge, a sadtistic grin on his face. It was time, the Sunwell would be finished, and he knew it. Oogri felt tears, but none left his eyes, Arthas neared, the archers releasing arrows at the Scourge, but still they neared. All of the High Elves went to the front lines, and they clashed. The armies of the Scourge versus the small High Elven 'army'. Oogri crashed into several Scourge, ripping them apart. He laughed sadtisticly, getting up and again ripping through the Scourge. He pulled out his bow, infusing an arrow with Holy magic and shot it right into the head of an abmonation, blocking a blow from a Scourge as the Abmonation fell. Using his sword again, he swung it around, slamming it into another Scourge. Again, taking many of the Scourge down, using holy magic and arcane magic to destroy them.
Oogri saw something again, Arthas. Going for Sylvanas, he shouted something, but she didn't notice him, until it was too late. Pulling out her swords, she tried to parry Frostmourne, but failed. The large Runeblade, tearing through her delicate skin, she fell to the ground. She had been stabbed by frostmourne, bleeding heavily. Oogri felt tears again, except this time they fell. Someone he loved had been taken away again... He shouted another battle cry, pulling out a shield and ramming through the Scourge. He was going straight for Arthas, leaping into the air he threw his Shield, hitting Arthas in the head. The Death Knight turned around, growling as he walked, arrogantly for Oogri. Oogri charging at him, he parried the first blow of Frostmourne, swinging his weapon around to meet the blade again, a flash of sparks met as pure Darkness met pure Holy magic. Oogri pushed Arthas back a bit, but Arthas countered with a quick blow to the crotch, a cheap shot, as he pushed the blade deep through Oogri's body. Whispering into his ear. "You'll be a nice addition to my army... Oogri's ears twitched, swinging the blade to ram right into Arthas' neck, but it didn't break the armor, knocking Arthas back a bit catching him off-guard, the blade left Oogri's stomech. Doing nothing really, as Oogri fell right next to Sylvanas. He crawled beside her, leaning down. She was alive, barely, she smiled slightly at him, as she held his hand. "I tried Sylvanas... I tried..." Oogri then leaned down, and kissed her, she kissed him back, just as they both died.
