Leyujin
06-11-2006, 06:12 AM
((This short story has nothing to do with my character, but instead is a possible prelude to a world event. Before you read, I'd appreciate it if you d/led this song http://rapidshare.de/files/22773025/RedAlert_Hellmarch.mp3.html, and play it at the very end. I don't have the time or the skill to make a movie of this, but what I'm aiming for here is almost an introduction to a cinematic. I've added and removed things several times, trying to keep the flow just right. Hopefully I've depicted the extreme emotions here without being too cheesy.))
Roaljin grunted as he slashed his axe lithely across an Orcs chest, flowing with the axe's movement and ending with his back to the expiring Scarshield Legionnaire. By his side proudly battled his brethren, cutting down the traitors with powerful force or majestic grace. As Roaljin completed his movement, he slammed the back of his axe onto the head of another Scarshield. The concussion jolted the Orc out of the midst of spellcasting, and his target thrust a sword through his chest to ensure spellfire never leapt again from his hands. The would-be victim's gaze latched onto that of the troll, and the mouth below it arched quickly into a loving smile. Roaljin grinned cheekily and thrust two fingers into the air. The human paladin sighed and shook her head. [Common] "Fine fine Ro, you don't have to rub it in." The troll yells back, [Common] "And dat's da gratitude I get. Huh."
The paladin winks and smiles again. [Common] "I'll give you my thanks when we get back to the inn."
Roaljin grins mischievously and bows, moving smoothly beneath the arc of another legionnaire's axe. He whirls on his axis and brings his blade across the neck of the brute. Off to his left, Morthok extended his hands and a blast of frost envelopes his opponent.
Roaljin paused and passed his gaze over the battlefield. His proud brethren and Alliance cohorts continued to battle the vile orcs. Victory would be theirs this day. Roaljin's eyes slowly ascended the black mountain before them, surrounded by a rain of ash and fire.
whispers in the dark
words charred black
the dead from war never lie
lie in peace
here we fell
and here we've stayed
chained
chained to the earth
IT SHOULDN'T HAVE ENDED THIS WAY
—
rage
Roaljin paused. "Did any'un hear dat?"
filth
The troll swayed slightly. His eyes went in and out of focus. "Wat?..."
destroy
demolish
ruin
hate loathe burn murder mutilate rape level raze maim rend sunder flay butcher eradicate exterminate ANNIHILATE
Roaljin's eyes opened. Strewn across the battlefield, bodies pooling blood and ground strewn with gristle and limbs. Not the remains of their enemies, the Blackrock Orcs, but the bodies of th-eir... en-em-ies... the All-iance...
VENGEANCE
A strangled gasp choked its way out of Roaljin's throat. "TERESA, NOO-OOOOOO."
heh heh heh
His arms gathered her corpse at his feet to his chest.
heheheh
Tears pushing their way out of his eyes and down his face onto her mouth.
hehahahah
His body wracked as he sobbed. "I..."
AH HAH HAH HAHAHA
"I..."
—
The troll rose sinuously. As he ascended, his hand came with him, holding the skull of the human, which slowly came away from the body with pops and cracks as the spine separated from broken ribs.
The severed head raised level with the eyes of the troll.
drip.
drip.
"We live. Agin'."
Around the troll, his brethren huddled on the ground no longer rising like revenants from the dark soil to do battle once again to fulfill oaths that long ago should have been fulfilled Malice filled the grin of the troll the orc the tauren spreading from ear to ear like the way darkness spreads across the earth as the clouds roll in of a coming storm and all their heads snapped back as a susurration leapt from their throats to pierce the skies as a sword of demons would split the earth asunder.
"FOR THE HORDE!"
Roaljin grunted as he slashed his axe lithely across an Orcs chest, flowing with the axe's movement and ending with his back to the expiring Scarshield Legionnaire. By his side proudly battled his brethren, cutting down the traitors with powerful force or majestic grace. As Roaljin completed his movement, he slammed the back of his axe onto the head of another Scarshield. The concussion jolted the Orc out of the midst of spellcasting, and his target thrust a sword through his chest to ensure spellfire never leapt again from his hands. The would-be victim's gaze latched onto that of the troll, and the mouth below it arched quickly into a loving smile. Roaljin grinned cheekily and thrust two fingers into the air. The human paladin sighed and shook her head. [Common] "Fine fine Ro, you don't have to rub it in." The troll yells back, [Common] "And dat's da gratitude I get. Huh."
The paladin winks and smiles again. [Common] "I'll give you my thanks when we get back to the inn."
Roaljin grins mischievously and bows, moving smoothly beneath the arc of another legionnaire's axe. He whirls on his axis and brings his blade across the neck of the brute. Off to his left, Morthok extended his hands and a blast of frost envelopes his opponent.
Roaljin paused and passed his gaze over the battlefield. His proud brethren and Alliance cohorts continued to battle the vile orcs. Victory would be theirs this day. Roaljin's eyes slowly ascended the black mountain before them, surrounded by a rain of ash and fire.
whispers in the dark
words charred black
the dead from war never lie
lie in peace
here we fell
and here we've stayed
chained
chained to the earth
IT SHOULDN'T HAVE ENDED THIS WAY
—
rage
Roaljin paused. "Did any'un hear dat?"
filth
The troll swayed slightly. His eyes went in and out of focus. "Wat?..."
destroy
demolish
ruin
hate loathe burn murder mutilate rape level raze maim rend sunder flay butcher eradicate exterminate ANNIHILATE
Roaljin's eyes opened. Strewn across the battlefield, bodies pooling blood and ground strewn with gristle and limbs. Not the remains of their enemies, the Blackrock Orcs, but the bodies of th-eir... en-em-ies... the All-iance...
VENGEANCE
A strangled gasp choked its way out of Roaljin's throat. "TERESA, NOO-OOOOOO."
heh heh heh
His arms gathered her corpse at his feet to his chest.
heheheh
Tears pushing their way out of his eyes and down his face onto her mouth.
hehahahah
His body wracked as he sobbed. "I..."
AH HAH HAH HAHAHA
"I..."
—
The troll rose sinuously. As he ascended, his hand came with him, holding the skull of the human, which slowly came away from the body with pops and cracks as the spine separated from broken ribs.
The severed head raised level with the eyes of the troll.
drip.
drip.
"We live. Agin'."
Around the troll, his brethren huddled on the ground no longer rising like revenants from the dark soil to do battle once again to fulfill oaths that long ago should have been fulfilled Malice filled the grin of the troll the orc the tauren spreading from ear to ear like the way darkness spreads across the earth as the clouds roll in of a coming storm and all their heads snapped back as a susurration leapt from their throats to pierce the skies as a sword of demons would split the earth asunder.
"FOR THE HORDE!"