[FINISHED] The Revenge of the Tauren

[The Berserker]

^ oh, i see! but IIRC at the TFT Campaign, I slayed Sylvanas. then she became a white banshee. then ... i forgot . but never mind.

Waiting for chapter 6!

[willalwaybenoob]

Great chapter, and I think Trogdor's badass attitude is kinda cool.

[invul_nerable]

what is this? WoW lich king's wrath? meh, dont tell me the forsaken glow blue as Sapphiron swoop down near them....

Poor Sylvanas... controlled again. She can never be free on the will of the Lich king...
but wait, if Trogdor is the Lich King? then why Trogdor can still think freely? Arthas was just controlled that's why he becomes a badguy, Fordragon on the other hand is just a soul(or not).

and Dont tell me this event will happen: " Trogdor! God is Pissed on you! " hell yeah... like this fan made Video Arthas! God is pissed at you

Nice chapter

[-AvA-]

^
1. the dragon in Wraith of the Lich King was not Sapphiron, but Sindragosa.
2. Arthas was never controlled by the Lich King, just influenced. In the end, Arthas killed both Ner'zhul and Matthias Lehner(I think) in his mind or whatsoever, and he got full control of himself.

[Kriegskanzler]

Nice one, -AvA-! You're correct! For the actual link regarding the lore as well as the speculations regarding the nature of the Lich King, refer here: WoWwiki - The Lich King

[Kriegskanzler]

Here's chapter 6.

THE REVENGE OF THE TAUREN
CHAPTER 6: SENDING THE MESSAGE

The raging waters ebbed and gushed to the shore as the ship docked at the Stormwind Harbor. The deckhands quickly arranged everything needed for the proper arrival into the Alliance capital. Cairne quickly exited his room and went straight to the hull where Daelin was. “Admiral.”

Kunkka looked towards the direction of the voice. When he saw the tauren, he smiled. “What brings you here, Cairne? I thought you had already got off the ship?”

Cairne shook his head. “No, Proudmoore. This is your city. I suggest you go with me on this one, represent me, perhaps?”

“You’re seriously not thinking that.” Proudmoore eyed the tauren seriously.

Cairne’s eyes squinted. “Why not?”

“No, Cairne. I simply can’t.” Daelin was looking at the wooden floor, his face expressionless.

Cairne looked at the admiral and nodded. He was shocked at the blatant “no” of Proumoore, but he thought that there simply might be some other logical reason. “I see. Well, I’m going to the harbor now. An emissary is waiting for me.” Cairne briskly turned around and left.

Daelin eyed the tauren as he walked away. You will know the reason soon enough, Cairne.

The dwarven emissary smiled as he saw Cairne walking towards him. “Good morning, chieftain Cairne. The Governor of Stormwind give you his warmest of welcomes. Unfortunately, he cannot personally come to attend to you since he has some urgent matters to deal with at the moment. However, he has invited you to a lunch at his royal residence at the Trade District of the city.”

Cairne smiled, nodding as the dwarf explained away. “I understand, and in fact don’t see it necessary the governor even disturbing his already hectic schedule just to see me.”

“That’s very humble of you, chieftain. But the governor sees it but an imperative to meet you, the chieftain of Thunderbluff.” The dwarf ushered Cairne into a waiting carriage. “Please, chieftain. The governor awaits you.”

Cairne nodded and obliged to the offer. A few minutes later, they were in the fabled Trade District of Stormwind. Everywhere Cairne looked, there were people walking, talking and doing business with each other. Structures of different establishments were at every corner, catering to every single need one could think of. There was a boutique, an apothecary, a restaurant, several bars and even an armory.

Cairne gazed and took in this amazing sight as soon as he got off the carriage. He was so enthralled by the place that he accidentally bumped into someone behind him. Cairne spun around to give his apologies when the one he bumped into said, “I see you’re getting acquainted with the city.”

“Greetings, Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof. I was tasked by the governor to escort you in your whole stay here in the Kingdom of Stormwind.” The man offered a handshake. “I am Purist Thunderwrath.”

Meanwhile, somewhere farther north of Stormwind, the Plaguelands of Lordaeron were filled by screams and agonizing roars as the Forsaken had swept through the southern encampment of the Burning Legion. The clash of steel against steel rippled through the air as the two undead faction collided.

“For the Burning Legion!” Leoric roared as he thrust his sword deep in the middle of a necromancer’s abdomen. The necromancer crumpled to the ground, blood oozing from his lips. A ghoul tried to claw the general’s back, but Leoric saw past through the attack and evaded it with quick footwork. Leoric then turned a complete 360 and slashed the head off the ghoul’s body.

Just a few yards away from him, Sylvanas Windrunner was shooting arrows at a lightning-fast pace. She turned around and shot three arrows in succession, hitting a necromancer straight in the head, torso and flank. The necromancer fell to the ground. “For the Lich King!”

Lion, meanwhile, was staving off an attack from a crypt fiend. He kicked the creature away from his sight and cast a spell that impaled the creature off. A skeletal archer tried to fire a flaming arrow at the Demon Witch but Lion’s reflexes were just too much for the archer. Lion turned the archer into a dune worm and blasted him off with a concentrated burst of red magic.

The battle ensued. Blood and gore filled the grassy grounds of Thandol Span. General Leoric saw his men overpowering those of the forsaken and he actually grinned. By his calculations, Leoric outnumbered the forsaken almost ten-to-one.

“Their attack is uncoordinated, General Leoric. Order your men to finish this nonsensical skirmish now!” Lion shouted.

Leoric nodded and order his cavalry to move forward. The Obsidian Statues and Meat Wagons advanced forth towards the small Forsaken front. Sylvanas saw the coming cavalry and order her army to proceed towards a defensive mode. “To Wedge formation! Skeletal archers in the back! Tear through the enemy line!”

The Forsaken army went into a triangle-shaped formation, with the skeletal minions and ghouls out in the front line. Sylvanas was about to give her order to charge when a deafening roar filled the skies. Sylvanas looked above and grinned.

Lion and Leoric looked at the skies as well, sensing a deep trouble just looming over the clouds. They squinted their eyes, trying to see where the sound had come from. The two armies came into a quick halt. And then it came.

A large dragon swooped down from the sky, breathing out blue flame that incinerated the Legion army. The sight was horrendous. Ghouls, Crypt Fiends and Gargoyles were all burnt to ashes as the mighty Sapphiron swept through over them. Almost every single attack unit of the Legion was decimated. Sapphiron swooped down and Trogdor then got off the massive dragon.

Leoric was still shaking the shock of his head as he lay down on the ground when the Lich King walked towards him. Trogdor pulled the general up and looked at him straight in the eye. “Go to your master Balanar and tell him that there could only be one lord of the Scourge, and it’s not that imbecile of a dreadlord, nor his imprudent master Kil’Jaeden…

…the lord of the scourge is no one but me, the Lich King!”

>>> Proceed to next chapter: Chapter 7: Forming Alliances

[willalwaybenoob]

Originally Posted by FuhrerKanzler02

Here's chapter 6.
Leoric was still shaking the shock of his head as he lay down on the ground when the Lich King walked towards him. Trogdor pulled the general up and looked at him straight in the eye. “Go to your master Balanar and tell him that there could only be one lord of the Scourge, and it’s not that imbecile of a dreadlord, nor his imprudent master Kil’Jaeden…

…the lord of the scourge is no one but me, the Lich King!”

This was my favourite bit. A story just gets better and better.
You are the best writer here, Fuhrer.

[The Berserker]

^ indeed.

[willalwaybenoob]

Originally Posted by kingarthas25

^ indeed.

LOL, KA, I think that avatar was from the parody of left 4 dead, right? Where coach is a retard and the only person that was normal was Nick.

[The Berserker]

^ how did you know that?

I print screen the part when Coach threw a football at the Jockey.

FOOTBALL!.... YEAH!

[willalwaybenoob]

Originally Posted by kingarthas25

^ how did you know that?

I print screen the part when Coach threw a football at the Jockey.

FOOTBALL!.... YEAH!

Charger - That must be a feller that masturbates a lot!

[The Berserker]

no noob. it's all day long.

oh, and the best part was at the beginning "MAH FRIENDS CALL ME COWCH!"

by the way, we have been making some small steps for the Left 4 Dota project. you may want to visit the Guild.

[JustDarKy]

how the fuck did the lich king take control over the forsaken?
btw u stole a scene from wow:wotlk trailer!=)
keep up the good work

[invul_nerable]

then he killed Leoric... but guess what leoric still live and managed to escape....

[Fire525]

@KA and Noob heheh, Left 4 Speed ftw!

Cool chapter, I agree with noob, you are the best write here.

[NitroSkim]

aching for the new chapter !!!!1

[madeener]

I've read through some of your work and think you're ready to step outside of lore. Warcraft lore is mundane and full of boring cliques (which is reflected in the number of cheesy pocket-fantasy book dialogues throughout the story). You are sufficiently able in the command of the English Language to build your own world and be forced to think of your own countries, people, traditions, language style, religions, characters, etc. which will bring a lot more colour to your writing. Do consider leaving the world of Warcraft in your next venture

[Kriegskanzler]

^ Thanks for the advice, madeener! Will definitely consider that.

[Kriegskanzler]

Here's chapter 7. I mentioned Varian Wrynn here. For an info on him and his fusion blade Shalamayne, click here.

THE REVENGE OF THE TAUREN
CHAPTER 7: FORMING ALLIANCES

The valiant paladin-knight was walking upright across the castle halls, with the chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof immediately behind him. The paladin-knight Purist Thunderwrath was giving the chieftain a sort of a deluxe tour into the Stormwind castle at the Trade District, where Cairne would soon meet the kingdom’s governor. They walk past the hall into a corridor to their left. Purist opened a door which showed a vast space with stunning regal designs. Only a single table, a long one, was in the middle of the room, together with sixteen chairs: seven on both sides and a chair to each end. “This is the governor’s war room, where he meets and dines with his generals and advisers.” The paladin-knight ushered the chieftain into a seat. “The governor will be here shortly. Please make yourself comfortable.” Cairne nodded as the knight left.

Cairne walked towards the chair and sat on it ever so gently, afraid his massive size would destroy the chair. Surprisingly enough, the chair did not make a sound. It was as rigid as cedar. The doors opened once again, and Cairne quickly got up from his seat.

“Sorry for my late arrival. I had a few urgent things that needed ironing.” The man entered with such pride as he acknowledged the presence of the Thunderbluff chieftain. His armor glowed a bright blue, with gold lining his breastplate and pauldrons. The sword sheathed in his side was a symbol of the might of the alliance, the power of the human monarch: the fusion blade Shalamayne.

There, standing gallantly in front of Cairne, was Governor Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind.

Meanwhile, somewhere inside the Icecrown Citadel, the nerubians are preparing the banquet hall for the arrival of some important visitors. Apparently, the Lich King had some important personalities coming over, one nerubian uttered. Another one beside him was wiping the surface of one of the tables. He asked who were those “important personalities”. The former merely shrugged.

The doors of the citadel opened, and in came Anub’seran, the Lich King’s overlord in Northrend, specifically in Azjol-Nerub. Apparently, he is in a hasty mood, trying to make sure all things are set for the king’s visitors. He walked the long journey inside the citadel, from the lower spire, up the Crimson Hall and into the top of the mountain. There it was, the chilling winds of Northrend whipping around it, was the Frozen Throne.

“My King, your visitors are to arrive shortly. Would you take them in the banquet hall?”

The king’s eyes squinted slightly, which, the nerubian knew, meant only something bad. “Visitors?” The Lich King stood up and drew out Thunderfury. He then walked slowly towards the shaking nerubian, apparently knowing his death is about to come. “Trogdor!”

The Lich King turned around quickly, only to see his queen, Akasha. “I was the one who arranged this visit, and I assure you this visit would be to our advantage.”

Trogdor nodded. He then returned his attention to the nerubian. “Let them come here. I’m too lazy and important to meet them in the hall.”

Anub’seran nodded and walked away. Trogdor returned to his throne, slumping himself in the chair with his chin resting in his right fist. A few moments later, Anub’seran returned with two visitors that made Trogdor grin evilly.

He was looking at the lich Kel’Thuzad and his minion Ish’kafel.

“So, what brings you here? One of my men told me you are offering some sort of truce?” King Wrynn said as he sat in his seat at the far end of the table.

“No. I am offering a joint venture, an alliance.”

The king chuckled softly. “An alliance? There is no need for some alliance. The scourge has been taken care of, the lich king Arthas has been defeated. Peace has been restored in Azeroth. What is this alliance for? Besides, you orcs have a way of betraying us humans. Ask the warchief Thrall.”

“It seems that the news has not yet spread here.” Cairne shook his head. “The death of Tirion Fordring—”

“Stop.” The king interrupted Cairne. “Tirion Fordring was killed by Daelin Proudmoore, end of story. That isn’t some news here.”

Cairne was astonished. Daelin killed Fordring? Cairne cleared his throat and return to the main purpose of his visit. “I shall address that accusation later. Meanwhile, I tell you the truth, peace is not yet restored in Azeroth.”

Wrynn smirked. “Enlighten me.”

And Cairne did. The tauren told King Varian everything, from the battle at the Argent Vanguard, to the death of Tirion Fordring, to the defeat of the reincarnated Arthas, to the fall of the great Neltharion, up to the rise of the new Lich King Trogdor and the death of his brother Chen. After Cairne finished his story, the king of Stormwind merely nodded. “I understand.”

The governor stood up and appeared to be leaving when he turned to Cairne and said, “Allaince accepted. I shall order the movement of one of my army’s battalions into your command, together with my trusted captain, Purist Thunderwrath. He shall meet you here shortly.”

Back at Icecrown, the Lich king gave his visitors a mere icy stare. He then stood up and eyed the two. “Why are you wretched fools here? Your king is dead, and you vermin can leave my castle lest I’ll make you.”

Kel’Thuzad cleared his throat and managed to speak a few words. “We are here to swear ourselves in to your authority.” Both him and Ish’kafel bowed down.

Trogdor was shocked by this sudden revelation, and this surprise manifested evidently in his expression. He chuckled. “You? The great Lich of Arthas, swear allegiance to me?”

“Certainly. You are indeed the lich King, are you not?” Kel’Thuzad said as he remained bowed.

Trogdor grinned widely, thinking of the implications of this newly found allegiance. “Both of you, stand up. Enough of this show. I want to see real evidence of your loyalty.”

Kel’Thuzad stood up and rose his hand to point towards the edge of the mountain. “See for youself.”

Trogdor walked towards the edge and there he saw what he wanted. At the foot of the Icecrown mountain was a huge undead army, not as large as his, but the number was considerable. Necromancers, ghouls and various draenei warriors stood below him, apparently now in his command. Trogdor turned back to Kel’Thuzad. “Is this… the Army of Avernus?”

“What’s left of it, my king. And now, they are no longer the army of Avernus, but yours.”

>>> Proceed to next chapter: Chapter 8: A Fatal Mistake

[willalwaybenoob]

Nice, I love the bit when someone gains new power, to tell you the truth, i still like trogdor to win, it would interesting to see what he would do if he took over the world.