Punky3025
23rd May 2007, 09:24 AM
Sometimes a story just needs to be told. This is a story of revenge, great fighting skill, wisdom, humour and......dead horde.
The once was a gnomish mage called Shortmage who ventured forth on a quest for a lost book. The quest lead him to a small seaside hamlet called South Shore. There seemed much to do around the place and many beasties to kill so He decided to make it home, placing his hearthstone there so he could pop back at anytime.
Shortmage went forth on many quests from the small Hamlet and killed many Ogres Yetis and mean mean beasties. Many levels of experience were gained in this small little town. The only problem with South Shore is the neighbouring orcish squatter town of Tauren Mill. It would seem that it was weekend fun for the Horde to slaughter the poor farmers and low level characters in and around South Shore. It was here that a deep resentment and hatred of Horde was fuelled in the heart of the gnomish mage. It became his mission to kill Horde on site (level dependant of course. He is a very wise mage). Unfortunately much time was spent by the mage going back to fetch his beaten body....surrounded by HORDE PRINTS.
As time would have it the mage ventured forth into the Elfish lands to seek his childhood friend, Oakroot. Oakroot had made a right mess of the elf lands and somebody had to clean up :D. Its was also Oakroot who tried, as all elves do, to restore some balance to the mage. His policy of "Only kill Horde if they try to kill you first" seemed to work. He even had the bitter little gnome waving at Horde.
Now with the background set the tale of REVENGE can begin.
The time came when the Gnomish mage reach the level of 60. To celebrate he decided that it was time for a trip home to South Shore. There was also some pressing business of collecting herbs to make up health potions for another elfish friend he had met called Titan Rogue. South Shore was a veritable garden for these herbs. After a portal and a lengthy Griffon flight Shortmage arrive back home in South Shore and proceeded to gather up herbs along the river bank. On the opposite side of the river he noted that three Horde bastards were watching him. Remembering the words of his long suffering friend Oakroot he waved at the Horde scum and got on with his work.
Of course you all know what happened next..... Yes that’s right. The horde waved back, turned and rode off into the distance.
Evil was however on there mind as one of them, a level 55 rogue decided to double back and back stab the mage. Being nasty evil bastards genetically, his weak kneed friends decided to forget their gesture of peace and joined the rogue in his despicable deed.
An explosion of fire, ice and arcane lights rocked the forest. The rogue's first and usually deadly backstab had missed its mark. For his trouble the mages turned him into a sheep and then turned to deal with his accomplices. Shortmage fought desperately hurling all manner of spell and defence at his command. Finally, near to death and exhaustion the mage spat on the three horde corpses at his feet.
A passing Paladin dwarf stopped to heal the almost dead mage. It seemed that the Horde trio bad jumped him as well. The less fortunate dwarf had perished at the hands of the horde and was on the war path. Thus the tide turned and the alliance of dwarf healer and gnomish mage made their way to Tauren Mill. Anything which was horde or belonged to horde was slaughtered. Vengeance was the order of the day. Eventually surrounded by bloodied and charred corpses the Gnome and the Dwarf stood in the town square of Tauren Mill.
T’was about that time that wisdom needed to come into play. The sky grew dark with the wings of bats as Horde defenders flew in from the corners of the Horde lands. Being a wise mage the gnome said to the dwarf "Lets mount up and ride mate. I just saw 3 level 70's"
And so it came to pass that the Horde attacked South Shore in revenge. The gnome and the dwarf fought a retreating defence. The road to south shore was painted with blood. A mixture of much orc with a dash of gnome and dwarf. The griffons descended as the Alliance answered the call to defend South Shore. The battle raged back and forth. It however soon became evident that the horde had only two people in mind. The gnomish mage and the Dwarfish Paladin. Beaten back out of South Shore the Horde gathered for one final assault. Feeling that they had earned a rest the mage and dwarf went into the pub to have a beer.
And so we come to the part of the tale where the horde end up in the Pub.
Such was thei lust for the blood of the mage and the dwarf that the Horde launched and attack centred on them. The sounds of grunting horde drew the mage from the bottom of his beer mug. The horde had fought there way through the centre of South Shore and into the pub. They had come to fetch the mage and healer. Refreshed by the beer and feeling twice as brave the mage and dwarf faced the two level 70's which had entered the pub. Beaten and bleeding they attacked. The pub was smashed and burned as flames were thrown and axes hacked.......and then triumph. With his final burst of mana the mage called down a hail storm which restored peace and tranquillity to the body strewn pub.
And thus ends the tale to date. The gnome and the dwarf remain great friends. The owner of the pub and peace keepers of South Shore were however less than pleased and asked them to vacate their rooms and move their hearthstones. The mage was a little upset, but the taste of sweet revenge and South Shore ale was too fresh on his tongue to argue.
The once was a gnomish mage called Shortmage who ventured forth on a quest for a lost book. The quest lead him to a small seaside hamlet called South Shore. There seemed much to do around the place and many beasties to kill so He decided to make it home, placing his hearthstone there so he could pop back at anytime.
Shortmage went forth on many quests from the small Hamlet and killed many Ogres Yetis and mean mean beasties. Many levels of experience were gained in this small little town. The only problem with South Shore is the neighbouring orcish squatter town of Tauren Mill. It would seem that it was weekend fun for the Horde to slaughter the poor farmers and low level characters in and around South Shore. It was here that a deep resentment and hatred of Horde was fuelled in the heart of the gnomish mage. It became his mission to kill Horde on site (level dependant of course. He is a very wise mage). Unfortunately much time was spent by the mage going back to fetch his beaten body....surrounded by HORDE PRINTS.
As time would have it the mage ventured forth into the Elfish lands to seek his childhood friend, Oakroot. Oakroot had made a right mess of the elf lands and somebody had to clean up :D. Its was also Oakroot who tried, as all elves do, to restore some balance to the mage. His policy of "Only kill Horde if they try to kill you first" seemed to work. He even had the bitter little gnome waving at Horde.
Now with the background set the tale of REVENGE can begin.
The time came when the Gnomish mage reach the level of 60. To celebrate he decided that it was time for a trip home to South Shore. There was also some pressing business of collecting herbs to make up health potions for another elfish friend he had met called Titan Rogue. South Shore was a veritable garden for these herbs. After a portal and a lengthy Griffon flight Shortmage arrive back home in South Shore and proceeded to gather up herbs along the river bank. On the opposite side of the river he noted that three Horde bastards were watching him. Remembering the words of his long suffering friend Oakroot he waved at the Horde scum and got on with his work.
Of course you all know what happened next..... Yes that’s right. The horde waved back, turned and rode off into the distance.
Evil was however on there mind as one of them, a level 55 rogue decided to double back and back stab the mage. Being nasty evil bastards genetically, his weak kneed friends decided to forget their gesture of peace and joined the rogue in his despicable deed.
An explosion of fire, ice and arcane lights rocked the forest. The rogue's first and usually deadly backstab had missed its mark. For his trouble the mages turned him into a sheep and then turned to deal with his accomplices. Shortmage fought desperately hurling all manner of spell and defence at his command. Finally, near to death and exhaustion the mage spat on the three horde corpses at his feet.
A passing Paladin dwarf stopped to heal the almost dead mage. It seemed that the Horde trio bad jumped him as well. The less fortunate dwarf had perished at the hands of the horde and was on the war path. Thus the tide turned and the alliance of dwarf healer and gnomish mage made their way to Tauren Mill. Anything which was horde or belonged to horde was slaughtered. Vengeance was the order of the day. Eventually surrounded by bloodied and charred corpses the Gnome and the Dwarf stood in the town square of Tauren Mill.
T’was about that time that wisdom needed to come into play. The sky grew dark with the wings of bats as Horde defenders flew in from the corners of the Horde lands. Being a wise mage the gnome said to the dwarf "Lets mount up and ride mate. I just saw 3 level 70's"
And so it came to pass that the Horde attacked South Shore in revenge. The gnome and the dwarf fought a retreating defence. The road to south shore was painted with blood. A mixture of much orc with a dash of gnome and dwarf. The griffons descended as the Alliance answered the call to defend South Shore. The battle raged back and forth. It however soon became evident that the horde had only two people in mind. The gnomish mage and the Dwarfish Paladin. Beaten back out of South Shore the Horde gathered for one final assault. Feeling that they had earned a rest the mage and dwarf went into the pub to have a beer.
And so we come to the part of the tale where the horde end up in the Pub.
Such was thei lust for the blood of the mage and the dwarf that the Horde launched and attack centred on them. The sounds of grunting horde drew the mage from the bottom of his beer mug. The horde had fought there way through the centre of South Shore and into the pub. They had come to fetch the mage and healer. Refreshed by the beer and feeling twice as brave the mage and dwarf faced the two level 70's which had entered the pub. Beaten and bleeding they attacked. The pub was smashed and burned as flames were thrown and axes hacked.......and then triumph. With his final burst of mana the mage called down a hail storm which restored peace and tranquillity to the body strewn pub.
And thus ends the tale to date. The gnome and the dwarf remain great friends. The owner of the pub and peace keepers of South Shore were however less than pleased and asked them to vacate their rooms and move their hearthstones. The mage was a little upset, but the taste of sweet revenge and South Shore ale was too fresh on his tongue to argue.