Post by jawaa on Jul 13, 2006 4:22:43 GMT -5
The necropolis floated over the snow of Winterspring, casting it's dark shadow across the trees. Scores of Scourge undead soldiers milled in it's shadow, awaiting the command to attack.
Not too far away, buried in a snowbank, Jawaa Frostdrop laid curled in a ball. This invasion brought back painful memories of Northrend.... when her village was razed and all her friends... Jawaa shook her head. She wasn't needed, she thought. The Horde and the Alliance both had armies attacking these floating citadels. Being short one blind hunter likely wouldn't affect the outcome.
"Jawaa...."
The troll bolted upright. What was that she heard?
"... Jawaa... young blind hunter..."
Jawaa gasped. The voice she heard came from inside her head. It sounded like a stiff breeze and a bard's song and the crashing of waves on a beach all mixed together. Jawaa bowed her head and listened quietly.
"Jawaa... young Frostbranch... gather your weapons... fight this invasion. Defend your home as the East Wind you are."
Jawaa raised her head slightly, and responded in troll. "But... I am not strong... I am only one troll. I can't fight the scourge alone. Even with a pet, I am no match for some of the stronger invaders."
A soft laugh filled her head "Young troll... Any time you fight for me, you have my blessing. Anytime you fight for my cause, you never fight alone. Now, help me defend the lands I watch over."
Jawaa nodded, feeling a renewed purpose. Picking up her gun and axes, she emerged from the snowbank. In front of her, in the shadow of the Necropolis, The undead soldiers stood, as if anticipating her arrival. Jawaa listened, the wind telling her where each soldier was, how many there were, and the terrain. The words of the Goddess lilted into her head once more. "You have my blessing, you are not alone."
She held her gun up high, before charging into battle, shouting "Fo' de Goddess!"
Jawaa came to on the frozen snow hours later. Bruised and sore and cut, she remembered little of the battle. Slowly standing, she listened to the wind describe the area around her. The Scourge soldiers littered the ground, but the citadel that had been hovering over the area was gone.
Jawaa smiled, thinking for the first time, she had acted as the follower of the east Wind she had claimed to be, and again recalling the words left in her head by the Goddess.
Not too far away, buried in a snowbank, Jawaa Frostdrop laid curled in a ball. This invasion brought back painful memories of Northrend.... when her village was razed and all her friends... Jawaa shook her head. She wasn't needed, she thought. The Horde and the Alliance both had armies attacking these floating citadels. Being short one blind hunter likely wouldn't affect the outcome.
"Jawaa...."
The troll bolted upright. What was that she heard?
"... Jawaa... young blind hunter..."
Jawaa gasped. The voice she heard came from inside her head. It sounded like a stiff breeze and a bard's song and the crashing of waves on a beach all mixed together. Jawaa bowed her head and listened quietly.
"Jawaa... young Frostbranch... gather your weapons... fight this invasion. Defend your home as the East Wind you are."
Jawaa raised her head slightly, and responded in troll. "But... I am not strong... I am only one troll. I can't fight the scourge alone. Even with a pet, I am no match for some of the stronger invaders."
A soft laugh filled her head "Young troll... Any time you fight for me, you have my blessing. Anytime you fight for my cause, you never fight alone. Now, help me defend the lands I watch over."
Jawaa nodded, feeling a renewed purpose. Picking up her gun and axes, she emerged from the snowbank. In front of her, in the shadow of the Necropolis, The undead soldiers stood, as if anticipating her arrival. Jawaa listened, the wind telling her where each soldier was, how many there were, and the terrain. The words of the Goddess lilted into her head once more. "You have my blessing, you are not alone."
She held her gun up high, before charging into battle, shouting "Fo' de Goddess!"
Jawaa came to on the frozen snow hours later. Bruised and sore and cut, she remembered little of the battle. Slowly standing, she listened to the wind describe the area around her. The Scourge soldiers littered the ground, but the citadel that had been hovering over the area was gone.
Jawaa smiled, thinking for the first time, she had acted as the follower of the east Wind she had claimed to be, and again recalling the words left in her head by the Goddess.
