What can I say. Basically, I noticed that WoW, being an MMORPG, didnÆt have an actual storyline. Or better, to put it together, one would have to research the lore of the various hundreds of quests and tie them together and so onà So, basically, I wanted to give it a try. Making a story out of World of Warcraft. And for the main character, I chose to use the class of the character that I used to start playing. A Rogue. Hence, the name of the fic. Enjoy.
From the book æOld Hatreds-The colonization of KalimdorÆ
Though victory was theirs, the mortal races found themselves in a world shattered by war. The Scourge and the Burning Legion had all but destroyed the civilizations of Lordaeron, and had almost finished the job in Kalimdor. There were forests to heal, grudges to bury, and homelands to settle. The war had wounded each race deeply, but they had selflessly banded together to attempt a new beginning, starting with the uneasy truce between the Alliance and Horde.
Time: Year 26
Location: Northshire valley
It had been a few days since he had began his trip. Stopping just to sleep and eat. And the only time when he stopped to sleep in a real bed was when he had stopped in Goldshire. And what about the noisesà Or better, the lack of it. While he travelled, the only noise he could hear clearly was the rhythmical, almost hypnotic noise of his horseÆs hooves. Not that he usually bothered protesting about the length of his trips, but, seriously, they could have made a more direct road, if one wanted to travel from Stormwind to Northshire valley without passing trough Goldshire first.
But, it wasnÆt exactly on the list of StormwindÆs priorities, right now. The road may be long, but it was safe and well protected. And it was a rare thing, in those times. Northshire Valley was probably the most peaceful place among all the human zone of settlementà And yet, there were signs of problems about to surface. That was why he had received those orders. And that was why he was heading towards Northshire Valley.
ôà Finally. The gates.ö Said to no one in particular, when his eyes finally caught sight of the little fortification that represented the boundaries of Northshire Valley, along with the shapes of the couple of guards that guarded it outsideà Well, gates wasnÆt the real words, since it looked like a corridor in the open. He made his horse slow down. He knew he would have been stopped anyway. He halted right in front of the guard on the left. ôà Greetings.ö
ôGreetings.ö Replied the guardà And even under the helm, he could see the narrowing eyes of the man in front of him. He was certain that he would have been stopped. After hurl, a man with a scar over his left eye and a black bandanna around the lower part of his face was suspicious in the eyes of every good soldierà And even in the eyes of the civilians. ôWhat brings you here in Northshire?ö
ôàö He didnÆt say anything. Instead, he slowly lifted his cloak, showing something under it to the man in front of himself. The guard reacted like he expected everyone to react. At first, his eyes widened in surprise, but immediately after, they narrowed even more.
ôà Go.ö Said the guard. He didnÆt wait anything else. He immediately made his horse run again. The other guard raised an eyebrow at that. He approached his companion.
ôWhat happened? Who was he?ö The first guard didnÆt even turn around to face him. He just saidà
ôA finger.ö And in understanding, the second guardÆs face became a copy of the firstÆs one.
Kudos to who manages to understand the character's affiliation by this snippet and particularly, the last explanation. More coming as I write.
From the book æOld Hatreds-The colonization of KalimdorÆ
Though victory was theirs, the mortal races found themselves in a world shattered by war. The Scourge and the Burning Legion had all but destroyed the civilizations of Lordaeron, and had almost finished the job in Kalimdor. There were forests to heal, grudges to bury, and homelands to settle. The war had wounded each race deeply, but they had selflessly banded together to attempt a new beginning, starting with the uneasy truce between the Alliance and Horde.
Time: Year 26
Location: Northshire valley
It had been a few days since he had began his trip. Stopping just to sleep and eat. And the only time when he stopped to sleep in a real bed was when he had stopped in Goldshire. And what about the noisesà Or better, the lack of it. While he travelled, the only noise he could hear clearly was the rhythmical, almost hypnotic noise of his horseÆs hooves. Not that he usually bothered protesting about the length of his trips, but, seriously, they could have made a more direct road, if one wanted to travel from Stormwind to Northshire valley without passing trough Goldshire first.
But, it wasnÆt exactly on the list of StormwindÆs priorities, right now. The road may be long, but it was safe and well protected. And it was a rare thing, in those times. Northshire Valley was probably the most peaceful place among all the human zone of settlementà And yet, there were signs of problems about to surface. That was why he had received those orders. And that was why he was heading towards Northshire Valley.
ôà Finally. The gates.ö Said to no one in particular, when his eyes finally caught sight of the little fortification that represented the boundaries of Northshire Valley, along with the shapes of the couple of guards that guarded it outsideà Well, gates wasnÆt the real words, since it looked like a corridor in the open. He made his horse slow down. He knew he would have been stopped anyway. He halted right in front of the guard on the left. ôà Greetings.ö
ôGreetings.ö Replied the guardà And even under the helm, he could see the narrowing eyes of the man in front of him. He was certain that he would have been stopped. After hurl, a man with a scar over his left eye and a black bandanna around the lower part of his face was suspicious in the eyes of every good soldierà And even in the eyes of the civilians. ôWhat brings you here in Northshire?ö
ôàö He didnÆt say anything. Instead, he slowly lifted his cloak, showing something under it to the man in front of himself. The guard reacted like he expected everyone to react. At first, his eyes widened in surprise, but immediately after, they narrowed even more.
ôà Go.ö Said the guard. He didnÆt wait anything else. He immediately made his horse run again. The other guard raised an eyebrow at that. He approached his companion.
ôWhat happened? Who was he?ö The first guard didnÆt even turn around to face him. He just saidà
ôA finger.ö And in understanding, the second guardÆs face became a copy of the firstÆs one.
Kudos to who manages to understand the character's affiliation by this snippet and particularly, the last explanation. More coming as I write.