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The Rise of Hellscream [Part 1]
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Queggy
(This is my take on what would happen if Garrosh took over the Horde and if the rest of what has been "predicted" happens. Also, I never really went back and edited this. It's all just freestyle writing, so it will be interesting to see how it turns out.
:P
)
Garrosh's leather boots thudded onto the heavy, wooden planking of the Zepplin tower in Orgrimmar. The journey south from Warsong Hold had been a long and tiring one, yet he could not rest. Not yet, possibly never; there was work that needed to be done. As he strode down the ramp towards the ground, his hands reached reflexively to his sides to feel for his axes. They were there, they would
always
be there. He reached the bottom of the ramp and stepped off, his botts knocking up puffs of the red dust that graced Durotar. The dust swirled around his feet as if prophesying that it soon might be blood that swirled around his feet. But how to tell if it was human blood or orc blood? Garrosh hoped it was human blood of course, but what must be done, must be done.
By this time he had reached the main gates to the glorious city. But the sight was marred. His lip curled up into a sneer, Thrall was weak. These entryways into the city were barely guarded. The gates themselves could have been easily destroyed by even a paltry human force! But it would be fixed soon. He had plans, and he would carry them out. The guards at the gate saw him and straightened, their right fist coming up over their heart into a salute.
"Throm-ka Battle Leader!"
They cried out.
Garrosh nodded and repeated the gesture, his fist smacking into his thorium breastplate almost hard enough to break the skin.
"It is time,"
he said. And that was all. They had their orders and they knew what to do. They fell quietly into formation behind him, fingering their own axes as he himself had. It was almost time to put things to right. Every other guard that they met also joined their group, they were loyal to him now and no other. By the time that he had reached Grommash Hold there was almost twenty battle-hardened warriors behind him. He almost chuckled. It was only fitting that it should all end here, at a fortress named after his father. Perhaps after the events of today, a fortress would be named after
him
.
Garrosh signaled for all the warriors to take up positions outside the fortress except for the two that had been at the main gates of the city. He would not have it said later that he had been a coward on this day. When he and his two comrades reached Thrall's chamber he saw him in deep discussion with Vol'jin. Thrall looked up at the sound of their entrance and grinned slightly. He was a fool. Any true warchief would have been better protected than this. Any true orc would not be so trusting. Vol'jin moved off into a corner and sat down on his heels, appearing to think to himself. If needed, he could be taken care of too.
"Garrosh! It is good to see you again! But may I ask why you are not in Northrend continuing the battle? Is all well there?"
he asked.
Garrosh sneered,
"As well as can be expected."
"Then what is the matter?"
Thrall replied.
"Why are you here?"
To put an end to this foolish business!"
he yelled angrily, drawing his axes. The old fool still didn't understand!
"Thrall! You have gone on long enough! You are weak! The Horde is a laughingstock for mere humans! This can go on no longer! I'm here to take over!"
Thrall just stood there looking sad.
"I will not try to stop you,"
he said sadly,
"But you are making a grave mistake. I have only ever tried to draw us away from our more primitive and bloodthirsty roots. You know that Garrosh! Killing me and taking my place will achieve nothing except to further alienate us from the other races!"
Garrosh's blood boiled. How dare he speak like that! Mocking every orcs' proud ancestry!
"Those "primitive and bloodthirsty roots" that you speak of are our ancient traditions!"
he yelled madly, spittle flying from his mouth.
"Would you have us be like the humans? Weak and witless? Step aside now, or I will kill you!"
Vol'jin started from his reverie. He didn't understand. He was not an orc, he was of an inferior -yet useful- race.
"No."
Thrall said, tears filling his blue eyes.
"Garrosh, you have been like a son to me! Don't do this! I know that . . ."
He kept speaking, but Garrosh heard no more. A red film was beginning to cloud his vision, but he accepted it gladly. It was just another heritage of the orcs. He tilted back his head and opened his mouth wide, screaming his anger to the roof. Why did the fool not just go away and become forgotten? Why did he cause trouble? Garrosh had only ever wanted to fight the humans, not his own people. But what must be done, must be done. His father had been named Hellscream for a reason, Garrosh himself tried to equal him with his roar. He lowered his head. What came next would probably earn him a name of his own. Thrall had froze in the middle of his speech, staring at him. Quick as lightning flying from a shaman's hand, he lunged forward, his axes leading the way. With a sickening crunch his axe buried deep into Thrall's side, and then it was pulled free with a wet sound as his body slid off the axe and to the ground.
"No!"
Vol'jin yelled.
"You shouldn't have done dis, mon!"
He jumped towards Garrosh, but his two guards from the gates grabbed Vol'jin by the arms from either side and held him there. Vol'jin hung strained against them for a moment and then went still, all his will to live appeared to have left him. Garrosh nodded to the warriors and the let go of Vol'jin. Without them supporting him, Vol'jin fell limply to the ground next to Thrall's body.
"I tried to make him stand aside, but he wouldn't listen."
Garrosh said roughly.
"I need to know, are your people with us, or against us? If not, our protection is removed and your people are expected to be removed from all Horde lands in a fortnight."
He could deal with the other races of the Horde later. Vol'jin looked, a mad light in his eyes and spat,
"Garrosh Orcslayer! You leave us no choice! If the Horde casts us out, where are we to go? To the Alliance? Phaaw! They would never accept us! We will stay for now, but know this! I will avenge Thrall someday!"
Garrosh merely nodded.
"I would expect no less. But not yet. We must concentrate our efforts on the Alliance. The Horde must be strong for now so that we may wipe them from the face of Azeroth!"
He gestured to the two guards,
"Remove his body. Go place it on the road outside the city so that all may know of this fool's end. And see Vol'jin to his quarters."
They saluted him and said,
"Yes warchief, it will be as you say."
Once everyone had left, he moved forward and bent down, lifting up Orgrim's fabled hammer from where it leaned against the warchief's throne. It felt good between his hands. Now that all obstructions had been removed, he could finally begin to rebuild the Horde and return it to it's true ways.
Cairne Bloodhoof raised one of his huge, furred hands and halted the caravan. Six tauren hunters reigned in their kodos behind him. They had been heading south to investigate some strange rumours when Cairne had felt something pulling at his heart, leading him towards Orgrimmar. As they had drawn steadily closer, he had noticed a strange lump lying by the side of the rode. Curious, he had thought to himself, the orcs generally kept their main roads free of any debris. Now that they were closer he realized what it was, a dead orc lying face down in the dust. He swung a leg over the side of his own kodo and dismounted. Why would the orcs leave one of their own lying out here so close to the city? Cairne bent down and gently turned over the dead orc. With a loud gasp his hands shot open of their own accord and dropped the orc to the ground. It was his old friend, Thrall! Almost, too softly for his ears to hear, a low moan escaped Thrall's lips as he hit the ground. He was still alive, but barely! Cairne's mind raced, Who would do such a thing? How could this happen, especially so close to Orgrimmar! Why was he here instead of receiving attention? Cairne reached down, laying his hand against the chest of his friend and called on the spirits to heal his friend. He could not die! Then, a small flash of green light erupted between his hand and Thrall's body -the spirits were never flashy- and it was done. The spirits had done what they could, Thrall had a better chance of living, but only if he got better medical attention. Cairne stood up and turned around, his companions were staring at him in awe. It was always a wondrous experience to see the spirits work.
"We must head back to Thunder Bluff with all possible speed."
he said.
They simply nodded and bowed their heads in acquiescence, they would have to investigate the rumours another day.
To be continued . . .
Post by
Morec0
Epicness crits Morec for over 9001.
Wow... just... wow.
EDIT: First!
Post by
Skreeran
Oooh! Another story by Queggy! Definitely going to read this one...
Edit: Wow, that was great. Although I wouldn't expect Thrall to go down that easy, it did make me glad that there's at least a possibility that he's still alive. :)
Eagerly awaiting more.
Post by
Queggy
Thanks Morec.
:)
Skeeran, I assume you'll add a new post once you finish reading it?
Post by
349503
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Post by
Septimus
This story is...the child of uberness and epicness, it is just soooo good.
Found one error, first paragraph, his botts? Meant to be boots I presume.
And I feel as though Thrall was portrayed as too weak. I mean he has already wtfpwnd Garrosh once, and he is
the
greatest shaman of all time.
Also, me wants Varok in next part.
Now, I am off to write some content ;)
Post by
Dralas
Hmm... would Thrall truly not fight back?
To die or not to die, that is the question.
Post by
Queggy
Found one error, first paragraph, his botts? Meant to be boots I presume.
Yeah, Also, I never really went back and edited this. It's all just freestyle writing, so it will be interesting to see how it turns out. :P)
This was an experiment basically to see how well I could write without editing and without forming a plot before hand.
And I feel as though Thrall was portrayed as too weak. I mean he has already wtfpwnd Garrosh once, and he is
the
greatest shaman of all time.
Hmm... would Thrall truly not fight back?
To die or not to die, that is the question.
I felt that when push came to shove, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to kill Garrosh. I mean, he's like the son he never had. Sure, he'd try to sweet talk him out of it, but he probably would be like Obi-wan vs. Darth Vader at the end.
:P
Also, me wants Varok in next part.
Hmmm . . . he
is
Garrosh's advisor . . .
Post by
Morec0
Saurfangs not going to be happy with this...
Post by
Dralas
Saurfangs not going to be happy with this...
Saurfang is too we-*cleaving sound*
Post by
Septimus
If there is one thing I have always wanted to see, it is Varok wielding Brox's axe. You know the one gifted upon him by Cenarius, made from enchanted wood as hard as diamonds.
Post by
HiVolt
Wow... just... wow.
QFT
Post by
Skreeran
If there is one thing I have always wanted to see, it is Varok wielding Brox's axe. You know the one gifted upon him by Cenarius, made from enchanted wood as hard as diamonds.Also QFT.
And Varok's not gonna be no Obi-Wan. He's freakin' Yoda: Old, Green, Wise, and could kick your ass by looking at you funny.
Post by
Rankkor
this may be a silly question but what does QFT means?
Post by
Queggy
this may be a silly question but what does QFT means?
Quoted For Truth.
Post by
Dralas
If there is one thing I have always wanted to see, it is Varok wielding Brox's axe. You know the one gifted upon him by Cenarius, made from enchanted wood as hard as diamonds.Also QFT.
And Varok's not gonna be no Obi-Wan. He's freakin' Yoda: Old, Green, Wise, and could kick your ass by looking at you funny.
O rly?
Post by
Patty
If there is one thing I have always wanted to see, it is Varok wielding Brox's axe. You know the one gifted upon him by Cenarius, made from enchanted wood as hard as diamonds.Also QFT.
And Varok's not gonna be no Obi-Wan. He's freakin' Yoda: Old, Green, Wise, and could kick your ass by looking at you funny.
O rly?
YA RLY.
Also QTF. :)
Post by
Adamsm
Very nice Queggy man, looking forward to more.
Post by
Queggy
Thanks guys!
:)
Post by
Arkaen
INCORRECT.
He will build a rail gun.
And load it with
death
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