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RE: Spirit night
((There it is the final part of Spirit Night, this happened before I left the game (for a while atleast). I hope you enjoy.))
Mulgore was wide awake the sun shone brightly and chased every living thing into the shadows. A lone figure stood at the standing stone on Red Cloud Mesa.
Her hair fluttered slightly in the gentle breeze. Four totems hung at her belt, they pulsated slightly, irregularly.
“Listen to us Kranu’kan! We are still the most powerful. See how our power drives every living creature away. Choose us and you’ll always be safe, no one will be able to hurt you anymore”, a fire within her crackled to her.
“They will consume you like they always do Kranu’kan. Reject them, they will drain you of all your strength until you are empty. Let the winds of good fortune guide you. We will lead you to your true destiny.”, the gentle breeze whispered in her head.
“Lies!”, the earth rumbled angrily, “All of them. We are the ones who are the strongest, the Earth supports everything.”
Shacklya said nothing, she let them rage on. They were always fighting about her, well most of the time anyway. Except when she was in danger then they suddenly worked together. They would show off their powers and tell her that they were not only destructive but also brought life.
“We spread warmth, comforting warmth, warmth that gives life”, Fire crackled almost sweetly and more menacing it added, “We have power, more power than you can imagine”.
There it was it had been like this for as long as she could imagine. She had never chosen any of them nor had she rejected them. She sighed and looked up at the standing stone, a symbol engraved on each side, each representing one of the elements. Her mind wandered to the past, to all the things the spirits had brought her.
“Close your eyes Kranu’kan”, Water suddenly said to her. Shacklya did as she was told.
“I am not going to choose any of you”, she whispered as a reply. Suddenly the world seemed to be turning. The ground beneath her feet disappeared, she tried opening her eyes but somehow she couldn’t. In her vision four elementals rose up around her, she felt her bracers slip from her wrists.
“It is time we talked Kranu’kan”, they said to her.
RE: Spirit night
((Miracles can still happen it seems. I actually wrote a new piece for this. Just to make things clear, what's written here happened quite some time ago. So these are not recent events.
Oh and it's quite a long one))
Shacklya shivered and asked fire to warm her up. Slowly she felt warmth build up inside her. The witchdoctor walked in front of her singing an odd song in the Trollish tongue.
“We be almost dere, come on just over ‘ere”, he said cheerfully.
Shacklya followed in silence, occasionally looking over her shoulder down the path she had come. Suddenly the witchdoctor stopped, gesturing forward towards the small shrine she had seen in her vision as a crow. It didn’t look impressive or anything, it was just a large, flat stone with crude drawings on it. Shacklya walked forward past the witchdoctor who was still looking extremely happy.
“Be careful Kranu’kan”, the wind whispered in her ear.
“I will”, she whispered in return as she knelt before the stone trying to make sense of the weathered drawings on it. The pictures told a story, but the only thing she could make out was something that looked like a large explosion. The other pictures had faded away too much to recognize.
“What do these mean?”, she asked the witchdoctor
She looked around to see that the witchdoctor was gone instead a fireball came flying her way. She rolled aside in a reflex, the fireball shattered the stone. There was no time to watch however because a new fireball was already heading towards her. Earth already helped her raising a shield around her which absorbed the fireball. She got up and saw what she expected. Cinda stood there. The witchdoctor’s body lay at his feet, he was still grinning, and surprisingly still breathing.
“I BE DA CHOSEN ONE!”, he screamed at her summoning another fireball in his palms. The earth beneath him trembled and exploded knocking him off his feet. Shacklya sprinted towards him raising her mace ready to strike. His leg made a cracking noise as she landed a hit. The shield of Earth that swirled around her adapting perfectly to her movements absorbed another blow from Cinda’s staff.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you must be stopped!”, Shacklya yelled at him. Suddenly Cinda started smiling; Shacklya could see the frenzy in his eyes. Everything went really fast then, Cinda burst into flames. He threw his entire body into creating a massive flame pillar. The Earth shield dissipated and Shacklya was thrown back and landed among the remains of the stone, there was the explosion. The witchdoctor rolled away by the force leaving behind a trail of blood. Shacklya’s head throbbed as she tried to get up; Cinda’s blackened corpse lay amidst a circle of melted snow. She paid it no second look as she walked over to the witchdoctor’s body.
“Ya…ya did it…ya brought sal…salvation. Da Icebound clan is no…more. Dank ya…”, He coughed and closed his eyes.
“What’s this flashy show going on”, a voice with a strong accent asked her. Shacklya turned around as fast as her hurt body let her. Before her stood a Gnome clad in a randomly assorted set of clothes. He smiled at her and held out, or up in his case, his hand.
“I am Adrelian, adventurer extraordinaire, badly skilled mage and friend. With whom does this Gnome have the pleasure?”, he said while looking up at her expectantly.
“I am Shacklya, shaman of the Oaken Soul, hurt and tired”, she said to him.
“Well then let me help you. You’re not from around here are you? I have never seen such a sophisticated young Troll around these parts before. Most of them are just a bunch of brutes that, for some reason, can’t stop bothering me”, he said gesturing at the two corpses, “No you’re definitely quite different. Come with me, my house is nearby, this way”, he said as he turned around and walked away. Too tired to argue or even think Shacklya just followed the Gnome. The entire time they walked the Gnome kept talking, mostly to himself, Shacklya didn’t really listen however and was glad when the small hut the Gnome called home appeared. Briefly she wondered what a Gnome was doing living all the way up here.
“Come lay down inside. It might be a bit small, but I think we’ll manage. Just take it easy, I’ll make some tea, I bet you like that”, Adrelian said enthusiastically. He wandered around the hut, producing a kettle from somewhere and put it on the fire. Shacklya closed her eyes. When she opened them again she was greeted by the smiling face of the Gnome, he pushed a cup of tea in her hands.
“Drink that, it’ll make you feel better. Slept well have you? I can’t say how wonderful it is to have you here. I don’t get visits around here often as you can imagine. You must be wondering what got into me, living all the way up here. Well I just like the peace and quiet, especially now that you’ve taken out those nasty Trolls. Anyway, that is enough about me, what brings you to these regions? I cannot imagine you coming over here just to get rid of these Trolls”, he said as he climbed onto a pile of books to get to eye level with her.
“It’s a long story”, Shacklya said sipping from the tea which tasted strangely spicy
“Don’t worry, I have all the time in the world. You don’t need to do anything when you live up here you know”, he said smiling, “So go on tell me your story”. Shacklya sighed and started telling him the story, she told him about the white crow, about the mage Cinda, about the witchdoctor, and finally about the flame pillar and the Gnome arriving. Adrelian nodded and twisted his face in an expression of his feelings about each passage.
“Sounds like you’ve been through a lot. You’d better head home then, return to your friends, they’ll be missing you. If you ever need any help on this side of the fence if you know what I mean, just send a bird with a letter to me. They’ll know how to find me”, he winked at her and took the empty cup from her hands.
“Thank you for taking care of me Adrelian”, Shacklya said with a smile.
“Don’t mention it. It was my pleasure”, he said. Shacklya nodded and walked outside, she closed her eyes and called out to the spirits to take her home, and when she opened them again she stood in the inn of Thunder Bluff. She smiled a tired smile.
RE: Spirit night
Slowly Shacklya trudged through the knee deep snow. Luckily the sky was clear and there wasn’t a breath of wind. The sun reflected off the white snow almost blinding the shaman as she struggled forward, the spirits encouraging her with every step. The witchdoctor had no trouble moving through the snow it seemed.
“’urry, ‘urry”, he shouted to her with a broad grin on his face.
“I’m going as fast as I can”, she muttered under her breath as he came running towards her. He wasn’t going through the snow, but he was walking on it she realized now.
“Why ya be walking through da snow and not on it”, he asked her still grinning. He scooped up a handful of snow and took a bit of black dust from a pouch on his belt. He muttered something inaudible as he sprinkled the dust on the snow. Shacklya watched him curiously until he suddenly threw the snow in her face.
“What did you do that for”, she spluttered and sneezed.
“Step up”, he said and extended his hand, the annoying grin still on his face. Carefully she took his hand and as he pulled her up she noticed that her feet didn’t sink into the snow anymore. Smiling she thanked him and they moved on.
How dare they, locking him up when was helpless. Cinda put one hand on a moist wall. How dare they, he was the one the prophecy spoke of, not that woman. True Icebound blood coursed through his veins not hers. How could they belive that an outsider was the one of the whispers. The hand balled into a fist and fire erupted around it, causing the moist to evaporate instantly. Sword in one and fire in the other hand he started making his way to the exit of the cave dispatching guards as he came across them. He felled them all with ease, they were no match for his power he realized as he stepped over the body of the last guard and into the witchdoctor’s lodge. A thin smile spread over his face, “Ah ‘ave a date wid destiny”.
RE: Spirit night
((teehee a new part, I hope you all like it))
Suddenly the fog lifted and Shacklya saw that she was soaring high above the lands of Dun Morough. For a moment panic struck as the ground approached rapidly but her vision quickly pulled up and steered away from the Dwarf invested lands into the more hidden parts of the mountains. Briefly she caught a glimpse of a white crow flying besides her. The wind spoke in her head, both calming her and getting her excited about flying.
“Nice feelin no? Dis be ‘ow I found ya, ya know”, the witchdoctor’s voice resonated in her head, “I ‘ope ya enjoy da ride”
Shacklya tried to answer but didn’t know how so remained silent. The mountains glided past until suddenly her vision took a sharp turn and started descending rapidly. The two crows landed at a small shrine. Then the vision blurred and faded. The shamaness blinked and shook her head as she tried to focus, she noticed she was back in the lodge. She lay on her back, the witchdoctor towered over her with a broad grin on his face.
“Ya did great, I nevah seen anyone adapt so quickly. Ya truly be da spiritbound”, he clasped his hands together
“I am what?”, Shacklya questioned as she pushed herself up leaning on her elbows. She saw that Cinda was gone.
“Don’t worry he be around”, Zinn said waving his hand dismissively, “Ya be da spiritbound. Ya connection to da spirits be great, ya be bound ta them”. He pointed at her wrists and the bands around them. “Those be symbols of ya plight, those be da sign that ya be da one of da prophecy”.
“What prophecy are you talking about? I’m just a simple shaman”
“Come, I be showing ya”, Zinn said as he extended a hand to help her up. Carefully she made her way through the room following the witchdoctor to the door. The outside air felt icy cold on her skin, her breath formed small clouds infront of her. She shivered pulling her cloak tighter around her and started after the witchdoctor along a small mountain path.
RE: Spirit night
((Expect the unexpected, like me adding a post to this! I must admit there was supposed to be another part between the previous and this one, but I couldn't get it done it just wouldn't. Thank you all for your patience.
Without further ado, enjoy!(hopefully) ))
Shacklya opened her eyes, everything was black. The ground on which she lay felt cold on her skin. There was someone or something talking, a harsh voice speaking in a language that sounded slightly familiar.
“Keep still Kranu’kan”, the air whispered. She noticed her hands and feet were tied. Memories came flooding back, Dwarves, snow, other Trolls and then it stopped. Violently she was ripped from her thoughts by a spear that was prodded into her back, clenched her teeth as the warm blood ran down her back. The voice spoke in what she now recognized as a dialect of Trollish. A second voice replied, after which they burst into laughter. She was picked up and roughly thrown over a shoulder and carried away.
The Trolls laughed again as they put her down on some sort of seat. The ropes that bit into her wrists and ankles loosened and were removed. “Ya can open ya eyes spirittalker”. Shacklya kept them closed focusing on keeping her breathing steady. “Ah know ya be awake girly”.
Slowly Shacklya opened her eyes and stared at the face that belonged to the voice. Torchlight flickered on his blue, wrinkled face. White feathers were tied into his hair behind his right ear and a crow’s skull dangled from his neck. “Welcome back, ya’ve been out for a few days spiritgirl”.
“What do you want from me?”
“Ya be the one da prophecy speaks off. I ‘ave seen ya, da white crow guided me to you and you to me”, he told her briefly touching the crow skull. Shacklya averted her eyes scanning her surroundings. Apparently she was in some kind of hut, the walls were adorned with skulls of different creatures that all seemed to stare at her. Shelves were stacked with pots some of which exhumed colourfull gasses. Black smoke rose from a cauldron in the center and swirled at the ceiling. Screams and curses suddenly filled the air as another Troll was dragged into the chamber. Shacklya recognized the voice of one, Splintershard. The mage and witchdoctor argued briefly in Trollish until the witchdoctor raised his hand and silenced Cinda, who briefly struggled to speak but then gave up. Shacklya looked at him, hate seethed in his eyes, the runes on the back of his hands glowed dangerously as he clenched his fists. She averted her eyes and looked at the witchdoctor again who was now scurrying through the lodge. He was collecting various things and threw them into the steaming cauldron. Slowly he started stirring with one hand, with the other he pulled the crow skull from his neck. He stirred until the black smoke stopped coming and stepped back chanting under his breath. When he finished he added the skull to the mixture, immediately white smoke in the form of a crow rose up and circled to the ceiling.
“Soup’s done, made especially for ya by Zinn”, the witchdoctor said as he handed her and Cinda a bowl. Shacklya sniffed the contents and carefully took a sip. The moment she swallowed her head seemed to fill with smoke and she passed out right after she saw Cinda slump to the ground.
RE: Spirit night
((Finally I bring you the next installment, I hope you enjoy and feel free to comment.
Shacklya slowly opened her eyes, lazily she padded out of the bush in which she had slept letting out a large yawn she stretched. She sniffed the air, she smelled multiple scents, flowers, water, animals and one very strong scent…Dwarves. A scream pierced the air, Shacklya peered around quickly spotting the source of the scream. A young Dwarven boy sat directly across from her, staring at her in terror. Shacklya pondered whether to revert back to her original form, but figured it would only distress the kid even more. More shouts came from her left, three Dwarven mountaineers were coming her way. Shacklya veered to her left and ran, she ran towards a large lake. Taking her changes she jumped, landing in the water with a large splash. When she was under she quickly turned back to her Troll form, pressing some fish scales against her throat she felt the now familiar feeling of gills growing. Shots were fired into the water at random, Shacklya swam as fast as she could. Exhausted she lay on the shore on the other side of the lake for a while, hoping the mountaineers wouldn’t come after her immediately.
“Keep going Kranu’kan”, a soft breeze whispered in the back of her head.
“Go North, go via the dam. The dam is the path to your goal”, the earth beneath her feet rumbled. Shacklya nodded, mumbling some words and turning into a spirit wolf once again.
Sneaking onto the dam, she noticed a large gathering of people. There were Mountaineers, but also normal people from the different Alliance races. She saw Night Elves dressed in some kind of odd looking robes and wearing silly hats with a moon on top of them. There was a group of Gnomes that stood near self-built contraptions, each looking weirder then the previous. There seemed to be something wrong by sound of it. Shacklya snuck closer via the edge of the dam. A tall skinny man stood on the edge shaking his head violently, “Don’t come closer!”, he yelled in a high pitched voice at the crowd, “I’m going to jump and no one will stop me”. The man’s legs shook as if they didn’t agree with the man’s own words. Silence controlled the scene now as the man in his puffy, bright red pants and bright red shirt. For a moment he looked like a clown holding a show. The clown man shuffled his feet tripping over something he lost his balance, cries arose from the crowds, Shacklya leapt forward. She threw her full weight against him, sending him tumbling into the crowd. At first the crowd was startled at what happened, but quickly some recognized her for what she was and yelled for her capture. “Run Kranu’kan”, sounded through her head and so she did, barely dodging a projectile flying towards her out of the machines of the Gnomes. Luckily no one gave a real chase as she ran faster then all of them.
RE: Spirit night
((Yay beams I'm glad your all enjoying it. While you have a point there Zanne, it is also the case that, atleast for me, comments are food for me, if I don't get comments I'd sooner think that people don't like it and stop posting.
So feel free to drop a comment here or whisper me ingame!))