User:77sabertooth/An Unknown tale

A Tale Untold Chapter 1: Scourge at War The Alliance and Horde sought to destroy the Scourge. The greatest leaders came from all corners of the world. They joined in an epic battle when Warchief Mograine fell. Swords clashed and blood spilled, the sky turned red with the hate of the remaining soldiers.Lycor, leader of the Scourge, a huge man with hair darker then the night sky and skin whiter than a ghost, ran clutching in his hands his powerful and feared Frostmourne Blades. Each sword had taken the lives of over a million people alone the number of lives was ever increasing with every soldier killed. Daecor, leader of the Rebel army, A average size man with the brightest blonde hair glowing more elegantly then the sun, sprinted toward Lycor grasping as tight as he could his very own blade the Ashbringer, it is said that this blade has its very own soul. The battle had truly begun both leaders met in the middle and lunged toward each other. Their swords clashed releasing powerful blasts of energy and creating shockwaves more dangerous than death itself. A final huge clash brought the souls of both blades together causing a huge explosion over the battlefield. Then it was over, the heroes of Horde, Alliance and scourge were dead, or so they thought.

Chapter 2: Hunting the Hunters Lycor, Mograine and Schiffer went out to hunt, Schiffer a huge elf figure with dark blue skin and a huge wooden bow made from the finest trees in the world. Mograine the greatest Ogre known to man with a huge club made from the tallest mountains and forged by dwarves, and then Lycor still left in shock from the battle that had occurred ten years before. They were sent out to hunt some new pelt and fresh meat. They were completely unaware that back at the camp their companions Deicor, Kyma and Hávoc were defending the camp from a pack of undead scavengers. Deicor, the other leader from the battle ten years before was ready for battle, he had not fought in years. Kyma, A magical being who originated from a gnomish background had not been at the battle all those years ago but had foretold of its outcome before it had happened. Hávoc, a magical being bought around by an ancient clan of warlocks had found a way to break free of his chains and live as he prayed doing as he wanted. The scavengers leapt into the camp screaming and swinging their arms in every direction. Kyma immediately sprung from his seat and began throwing the group of scavengers into anything which seemed suitable, however because of his old age he found that his powers were not as strong as they used to be. Seeing that his friend needed help Hávoc jumped into action using his skills in acrobatics to manoeuvre throughout the group, slicing at anything and everything he could see. But again the group became too much for them and they were again overwhelmed. Then Daecor pulled his massive blade from his holster, slowly sliding it into position and leapt onto all of their undead attackers. Using his combined techniques of magic and strength he crushed and destroyed every bone in the scavenger’s body’s until they were forced to retreat. Taking a while to think about the events that had occurred they looked through the torn clothes of their attackers to see if there was anything worth taking. Their pockets were empty, however their bodies were edible and their clothes were repairable, they had the resources they needed. When Lycor and his group returned they were annoyed to find out that they had missed a huge fight and they had gone scouting for resources for no reason, however it also meant they were set for a while.

Chapter 3: To the Cavern After travelling for days the group again had to split into two and find their way to the caverns of time. Lycor and Daecor had disagreements in which way was quicker. Lycor said that from the stories he had been told, by the Night Elf elders, he thought that the mountain path through The Barrens and Thousand Needles was the fastest route to the caverns of time. Daecor believed from the geography of the area that the mountains in Thousand Needles would slow them down and that travelling along the beach around the side of Kalimdor would prove to be quicker than Lycor’s path. After two days of travel Lycor and his group had made it to Thousand Needles. It was silent; the wind could be heard brushing through the huge pillars of sand. The group continued through the vast canyon until they were stopped by a troll elder. He told them to turn back or they would be in grave danger, Lycor was not scared of danger; he had fought in the greatest battle known to Azerothians and yet nobody knew of his existence. They carried on past the troll continuously looking around for danger, even if it was the tiniest threat. They made it to the end of the canyon and made their way across Tanaris to the Caverns of Time. Daecor’s group had endured vast storms and enormous amounts of resistance of which had slowed them down and yet they still made it to the Caverns of Time before the rest of their companions. Inside the cave there had been rumours of a powerful dragon Anachronos who had protected the caverns for years. Daecor entered the cave and somehow summoned up the power to face the dragon alone… As Lycor and his group arrived they found their two companions Mograine and Schiffer unconscious on the ground outside the cave. After hours of attempts to wake them up Lycor heard the cry of a dragon from within the cave and he went to investigate. As he crept through the dark, wet, sandy cavern he looked into the deep darkness, there he saw what he did not want to. His friend and greatest companion had been captured by the dragon. He was not however tied up or in a cage, no, he was on the dragons back and in a trance, every second he was in that trance his powers were slowly drained and Lycor sprung into action. The dragon lunged towards Lycor, his huge teeth glowing and brightening the darkness of the cave. It was then that Lycor had realised the danger of the efforts to save his friend. They were standing on a pillar higher than the world itself, but how? When he had entered the cave Lycor had descended. It didn’t matter he still had to help his friend. After countless attempts to reason with the Anachronos he felt as if no words could get through to him. In which lead him to calling his team and launching into battle. Swords and spells were thrown back and forth; the dragon’s fire had destroyed many of the charred bones within the cave. The team had managed to push the dragon back to the edge of the cliff in which one final word was said “Good bye, Old friend” and with that the dragon leapt from the cliff throwing himself and Daecor ten thousand feet down until they hit the rock hard ground and was out of sight from anyone. The group continued with their journey back in time… they had to get their friend back.

Chapter 4: The Old and The New After travelling back through time the group headed out on their main quest to stop Arthas and his undead scourge army. Mograine and Schiffer felt however that the loss of Daecor had affected their leader’s choices and decisions so they set out on their own quest to find him. After a few hours of travelling the rest of the group caught up with their comrades and agreed that it was the right thing to do. They eventually met up with a younger version of themselves and asked whether they had seen a person who looked exactly like their Daecor. The young group found they were dumb struck and thought that Lycor had been trying to make a joke. This offended the group who then sprung into action and attempted to kill themselves. Immediately Lycor and his group fought back and without breaking a sweat killed their younger bodies, however this had affected the balance of time and caused Lycor and his group to slowly die but on his final breath Lycor felt a sudden power like none other a feeling of great presence came over him, then he fainted. “Who are you” asked the group continuously to their saviour; however he did not know himself. He spoke to them as if he had just been struck round the head and been knocked out for days. Lycor and his group found it upsetting that they could not find their friend and not properly thank their saviour. But as the night went on they found out more about him.

Chapter 5: Rally the troops After many questions and few answers the group moved onto Orgrimmer where they were welcomed with open arms. They immediately went to Thrall’s chamber and pleaded for his help. The warchief agreed to help defeat Arthas and began to rally his troops; in the mean time Schiffer and Morcor went to the human kingdom of Stormwind to ask for the help of King Varian Wrynn. They were denied all help however as they exited the human city they were stopped in their path by a powerful paladin known as Bolvar Fordragon. He agreed to summon up an army to help fight the undead scourge. The troops rallied outside the Icecrown Citadel to face the Lich King. As Tirion called for him a huge army of undead rose from the ground, creeping and crawling till they were able to fight. The two armies began to fight, swords clashed and spells flew over the battlefield, soldiers cried for what seemed like forever. Then a whole new force came out, Frost Wyrms dove from the sky picking off the weak soldiers and dropping them from heights only known to the gods. Lycor called the retreat and sa he and his small group left the battlefield the Bolvar Fordragon and Saurfang were left to fend for themselves. The Forsaken marched towards Icecrown in an attempt to interrupt the huge battle that had erupted. As they arrived they fired huge barrels of toxic gas which burned the soldiers from the inside. Saurfang and Bolvar were left to die and Arthas fled back to the Citadel. The Forsaken had gained the victory.

Chapter 6: Deathwing Years had passed since the battle of wrathgate and Morcor and his group had lost a dear friend whilst fleeing the battlefield. Lycor had been dragged away by a group of Gilneans and nobody had heard from im since. The group finally left their hideaway which had held them captive for 5 years only to find that the world had changed. The land had been corrupted,tidal waves, hurricanes and infernos had brushed over the land of Azeroth reforging the land. Morcor took the group through the corrupted Silverpine forest where they were startled by a moving figure darting from tree to tree. It was rumoured that the land had been taken over by a race of worgen soldiers, however the group did not believe one word of it... until now.

As the group came into the darkest part of the forest Schiffer stepped onto a trap set up by a worgen. a loud howl erupted from the trees and suddenly the group were sorrounded by gilneans. They were taken back to the city of gilneas where they were to be judged on whether to be turned to worgen or to be killed. Lycor could not let this happen, one night he crept from his chamber in gilneas keep,ran to the cages in which his friends were being kept and set them free. He told them to run toward the city of Ironforge where he would meet them. As the group made their way through the wetlands they were shocked to see that it had changed so much.They visited menethil bay to go and gather some supplies and buy mounts to make their journeys shorter however the entrance to city had been flooded and the city was underwater. They made their way past it and over the mountains toward Ironforge.

Back at Gilneas, Lycor was in his quarters waiting for the perfect time to escape. He gathered his gear and sat waiting for Lord Godfrey to open his door. The time came for Godfrey to open the door and as it flung open Lycor sprinted towards it, powering his way through the corridors and down flights of stairs, he made his way for the stables. Lycor grabbed two horses and attatched them to the carriage. After loading the carriage with all his gear he made way for Ironforge.

'Chapter 7: Deathwing Rises' As the group met up with Lycor they decided what their next move was. Lycor told them of how he had over heard King Greymane talking about something called Deathwing and how he was a much bigger threat to the world than the Forsaken. "Should we make Deathwing our next quest?" asked Lycor, the group just sat and thought about it for a bit, until Kyma stood and told them he knew where to go and ask for advise. The group finally made it to stormwind after two hours of travel by carriage. They made there way to the mage quarters where Kyma had organised to meet up with Lady Jaina. They discussed te rise of Deathwing and how big of a threat it was to the world, Jaina said that only one person knew how big of a threat he would be and that person had died while fighting off the burning legion.

Yimo, A powerful Mage who once helped fight the burning legion, he fought alongside a young Paladin known to some as Blazer and others Ashbreaker. Yimo had taught Blazer how to fight and had trained himin the arts of magic however they had both died in the battle against Kil'Jaeden. There was no hope of contacting him.

"So were stuck" said Mograine aggresivly, now back in his tauren form. The whole group was now lost, even Lycor and Morcor didn't know what to suggest. Schiffer knew ther was something in which Lycor wasn't telling them, something that he didn't want them to know. Schiffer had to find out what it was even if it meant using violence.

Shiffer sprung from his seat lunging himself toward Lycor but before he could draw his bow Lycor jumped into theair and dissapeared through the trees. Schiffer waiting in position, listening to the sound of the wind and the trees rustling, bow at the ready. Lycor sprung from a tree on the nearby left and Schiffer turned releasing a Paralysis arrow causing Lycor to fall in place. The fight was over and before the group could ask what had happened Schiffer knelt on Lycor's chest and demanded to know what he wanted to know about Deathwing.

Chapter 8: Lycor's Story We were young, defenceless, we looked after eachother. We grew pon the streets of Stormwind, pleading and begging for money, food, water. I never knew it would end up like this. One day a powerful warrior known as Sceptus approached us, i felt a powerful evil coarsing through his body, an evil that my friend couldn't resist. If I could change one thing it would be that this man had never approached us. He took us to his kingdom, a place of darkness and evil, somewhere in the Outlands, a dark part of Outlands. We trained unedr his guide in the powers of darkness and evil however there was something about me, everytime we were asked to destroy a corpse, I would ressurect it, when we were asked to put a building ablaze i would put it out, it was something inside me. Then the war came and me and my friend were separated, the closest thing i had to a family had left me and gone with the Draconians, I however was taken back with the Humans back to where I had spent my childhood wishing i wasn't. I never saw him again,until five years ago when we went to fight arthus, We hired Saurfang and his army to fight alongside us, then there was another Bolvar. He had obviously returned to the Alliance before the battle of Wrathgate and I had trusted him to watch my back again, however when i saw the Forsaken coming i left him and Saurfang to die. This is why Deathwing wants to take over Azeroth, Deathwing is Bolvar Fordragon.

Chapter 9: Bolvar Fordragon The group travel into stormwind where they again met up with Jaina. They discussed going to visit Bolvar and making a treaty with him, however this would mean entering an unknwn world. The Maelstrom, it had been there since the beggining of time, nobody knew what lay under it, it was said that only the most powerful warriors could enter it and those who could survive the entry could survive whatever lay inside. The group took their oppertunity, they teleported to the Maelstrom where Thrall was waiting to escort them into the Maelstrom, "while your inside I will use everything in my power to keep the Maelstrom open... Good Luck" The last words they ever heard from Thrall before they entered the liquid abyss.

Chapter 10: The Maelstrom The group landed in the middle of the Maelstrom, a completely different world, colder than northrend, quieter than the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor and darker than every inch of the outlands, it was a whole new world. Lycor lead the group in the direction from which he last remembered seeing Bolvar, a picture of sorrow as he saw what was once his him, in ruins. He stood there in his soul he was mourning but in his heart he knew that it was for the best. All of a sudden a man, really old with the greyest skin ever seen by man and the raggiest clothes known by tailors came from behind a rock. "You did this, You let this happen", the wondered what he was talking about "This world should have been left untouched but you woke the beast when you defeated the lich king".

After dealing with the old man and finding out where Bolvar was the group made way for the middle of the Maelstrom where Bolvar was gathering his army.

Chapter 11: The Last Clash "BOLVAR!!" roared lycor, his teeth glowing in the hotpurple light of the cave. "You remembered me, brother" replied Bolvar under a low laugh, "you know this is not the way, let the army go and we will settle this like men" said Lycor heroicly. "If that is what you wish" said Bolvar under his breath before lunging toward Lycor faster than you can blink. With a quick responce Lycor dove out of the way and before Mograine could intervene he shouted "NO, this is my battle, you run ahead and stop his army", "If that is what youn wish, muy lord" replied Mograine before taking the group ahead.

"You talk like a leader but you forget, I don't play fair" said Bolvar before calling forth a Lava drake taller then the Dwarven mountains. "Hmph, you always did underestimate me" said Lycor before bringing forth the biggest, most spectacular pheonix ever seen. Before attacking both men realised that they were using the frostmourne brother blades, "The legend is coming true, one of us will die this day... and it will be you" Screamed Bolvar before again lunging toward Lycor with all the might he had and shredding every bit of momentum he had before forcing Lycor into submission. "Give up?" said Bolvar smugly, "I have no choice, you win, i lay down my blade" said Lycor but before he could lay down his blade an arrow shot from behind him knocking Bolvar 10 metres back. "You won't give up, not today, not ever" Shouted Schiffer before helping Lycor to his feet and handing him his blade. "It's over Schiffer, Give up" said Lycor in sorrow, "Well then sir, I think you should know that Mograine and the rest of the group have been captured and are wqaiting for execution for you, Thrall is using every ounce of his power to ensure we are not rtapped down here and Garrosh and Varian are fighting the war above ground, We are not the only lives at stake but if you are willing to give in, I will stand by y..." and these were Schiifer's last words before he fell to the ground and was laid to rest. "You monster Bolvar, You spineless reckless coward!!" shouted Lycor after the loss of his friend, "That wasn't me..." said Bolvar in fear...

Chapter 12: The Forsaken "Hahahaha... You fool, you took the bait now Attack!!" Shouted Sylvanas in a proud, high minded style. "You promised nobody would get hurt!!" shouted Bolvara as he attempted to flee the battle, "Oh yes... I lied and you and your brother will suffer for what you done to my lover" screamed Sylvanas.

"I have no idea what you are talking about?" replied Lycor, "Oh really, what about when you was younger, who took you in, who gave you the power you now hold, who died trying to save the both of you?" Sylvanas cryed, "He is not dead, he is very much alive, I have seen him, let us go and I will take you to him" said Lycor trying to scheme his way out, "okay, we will go, however your friends will stay until the time in which we return" said Sylvanas

Chapter 13: The End It is unknown what happened after the events of this day, however it is said that Sylvanas took Lycor and killed him after getting what she wanted. There are also other stories that the army rebelled and let the men go and get on with their lives. But the third and best story is that somewhere, somehow, they still live inside the Maelstrom and that one day the Maelstrom will again open, however this time Lycor and his group will not be able to stop Bolvar, but another hero will rise and name will be Kalpponic Ironhorde.

(The events in this story are based on tale, some true some false, some chracters in this story are real, some based on tale)