The Shed 13

Anyone have a Zippo? This Guy can't seem to get His Fire started!!

originally posted by: muzzleflash
It all began in Elwynn Forest, a long long time ago...

Many a tale began in that delightful forest near Goldshire, south of Northshire, home to many pitiful peasants. Until along came an elf, tall in stature, blonde in hair, green of eye... she descended upon that little hamlet seated upon the back of a mighty green proto-drake! And laid waste to the guards and people, repeatedly shouting a strange word as she performed her misdeeds.

"Kek!"



(*giggles*, I'm sorry, couldn't help myself.)

a reply to: kaelci

LOL! Hi Kaelci!

a reply to: SyxPak

Greetings, Sir Dragon!

(Man, my internet is so slow today. Damn holidays, everyone stealing my already pitifully-poor bandwidth!)
((A hatchling for you!))

a reply to: kaelci

Hey that's a cute one!

I hope everyone evening/day is awesome! Time to grab a movie and kick back....
See Ya's all on the morrow....

a reply to: kaelci

LMAO!!

Until a rogue gang of thieves from a meager tavern in a small village named Goldshire stepped out of the shadows and proceeded in their ganking ritual of course.

But that is not my tale...


Mine is one of devotion to the principles of the order of the Silver Hand, learning of the arts of the Holy Light. Trying to remain Righteous as I fought the demons of the night, doing my part to hold back the scourge of undeath as it threatened my peoples, it was and is an endless fight...

You see, when I was just a wee one, my grandfather left me an inheritance, a legacy. It was just a simple codex of prayers, the Libram of Lightbringer.

I didn't really understand it until one night as a teenager my mother was severely injured in a farming accident, we lived on a farm in a quiet place called Westfall. Our harvest watcher went haywire (pun intended) and accidently slashed mum in the gut, bringing her to the verge of the family grave plot in Raven Hill (in that terrible foggy place we call Duskwood).

My uncle told me to fetch that Libram and read a specific prayer over my bleeding mother, and in a great Flash of Light she was bathed in illumination, and her gaping gash was sealed closed!!

She was still very weak, so uncle applied a bandage and brother went to fetch the local alchemist for potions and herbs from Moonbrook, where we went to school.

I was inspired by this almost tragedy and spent the next year begging mom and my uncle to go to the Abbey in Northshire to begin formal training in the Holy Light.

Once there for half a year studying tomes and attending services, something terrible happened, and on that fateful night my story as a Paladin began...

a reply to: muzzleflash

Wow! That was great! Hello and welcome! I'm glad that Syx was such a great host earlier and showed you around the place. I have to catch up in here, I'm all behind!







It's easier if you post your story entries in another color. It stands out and people know to pay attention because there is a story being told.

a reply to: Night Star

Thank you...

I hope that random outburst fits appropriately.

If anyone's interested I might add more later...

a reply to: Night Star

Oh and you have a short letter to read in your mailbox (aka check your u2u)

Hi Jess, glad you enjoyed my story entry! Love the puppy pic! LOL!

Page, you can either jump in with your own story or join in the collaborative we have going on. Syx could explain better. Right now, there are dark demons invading the lands of accasia/the shedlands. The warriors of light are battling the forces of evil. You can just jump in with your character or more characters if you'd like and just pick a side. Syx and Gordi and I think Kaelci have explained how we do things in here for the stories.. If you still have questions, feel free to ask.

Syx, you made me laugh. I had too many characters and didn't know what to do with them all so I killed the little dragon off, but his death was not in vain. He was brave and proud to die in battle against the darkness. I had it planned all along. LOL! No worries! Thanks for being the perfect host and explaining everything to our Muzzle and keeping him company! Ahahaha, loved the dragon that couldn't breath fire!

Kaelci, loved your writing! Loved your dragon!

Muzzle, yes write more!!!!!! OH, I'll go check my mail now.

a reply to: Night Star

Ok Thx

Fixed with color and removed the wrong pic (of one of my allies) and replaced with the right pic of me and my Libram.

a reply to: muzzleflash

Wow, awesome!!!!!! I'm going to love having another story teller in here! Thanks for joining us!

a reply to: muzzleflash

That is very good writing!

Well done!

P

a reply to: muzzleflash

Muzzleflash that was some great writing!

originally posted by: pheonix358
a reply to: muzzleflash

That is very good writing!

Well done!

P

And where is our mighty Wolf Lord???????? There is a battle at hand and we need all the help we can get. Actually my white wolf is following under your command, so you are already in the story. I snuck you in somewhere while writing one of my entries.

Hi JD!

I'm not sure how I got here, to this realm you call 'Accasia' or 'Shedlands', but I am from a world called 'Azeroth'. I have traveled through a portal to a land we called 'Draenor' before, but this place is very different. I was caught up in a battle with an entity called a 'Dreadlord' or 'Nathrezim', they are incredibly dangerous demons. I am not sure where they are from
exactly but I do know they came to my world to destroy and conquer in the name of a Burning Evil.

I was fighting one called Dalvengyr, and with much guile it tricked me into a rift that he opened as my friends and I
were on the verge of slaying him, and that is how I suddenly ended up here. He was thought to have been slain long before
we encountered him but these demons seem to be skilled at faking their demise and returning unexpectedly with even more
devious plots and reinforcements.

Oh, and my name is Livias by the way... I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself properly earlier.

Ahhh, this is excellent coffee, though I am not sure what beans you roast them from, I do not recognize it. I have been
searching for the mythical coffee named "Kona" but have not found it yet in my travels. I usually, in my homeland,
drink Blackrock coffee, it will sober any drunken Dwarve up in just a few sips, but I am so used to it that to me
it has become my lifeblood on these long travels.

Now, back to the beginning of my tale, it all started when the 'Scourge', or what you might know as 'zombies and ghouls',
invaded. I was in my dormitory in the Abbey studying when my friend Eleanora came and told me what was going on.

The invasion was still many days away and so I initially wasn't very alarmed, though I could see the Priests were in a commotion and they told me I needed to head to our great city, Stormwind, to obtain supplies and gear and then attend the Cathedral to receive my orders for the campaign.

My friend Eleanora was not trained in the way of the Light, she didn't even know a single prayer aside of something children
might say over the dinner table. She grew up as a pickpocket in the great city, running through the streets with the other ruffians, and lived at the orphanage. She was always my best friend growing up though.

By the time I was studying the Light she was a very skilled thief, and could hide in even the dimmest shadows to pickpocket unsuspecting townsfolk. She could even get the drop on me, and believe me she was quite a skilled fighter. She was an expert with small blades and could take down anyone with her iron knuckles, though her and I would just box unarmed for practice because of course, you'll never learn anything hitting an inanimate dummy.

I remember it like it was yesterday, it's all so clear to me now...

"Livias cmon, we've got to go to Stormwind before the Scourge reach Elwynn!" she yelled, waking me. "And besides, I need to
meet my contact from Ravenholdt, they are suppose to deliver a missive to me that will give me directions on how to join
the League.", she said smirking.

"Eleanora, why do you want to be associated with those scoundrals, those Rogues? Don't you know they are nothing but
bad news?" I asked her with scorn.

"Livi, they aren't so bad, and haven't you heard that they are officially working for the King now? The Scourge invasion has
changed the way a lot of things work and Stormwind needs alliances with anyone it can bring into the fold against this
new terror devestating the land. This is nothing like the Orcs, this is far worse!"

I remember looking at her perplexed, and asked the obvious "Well, what of the Orcs anyhow? Are the Scourge attacking them?"

"I'm not sure Livi, maybe the Orcs are behind all of this? They have gotten mixed up with necromancy before if you remember..."
"Yes, I remember the tales of Gul'Dan, the shaman possessed by the demons, but I never heard of him raising the dead like this." I replied.

"Maybe when we get to Stormwind we can find Opherion, he might know more about this?" Eleanora suggested hesitantly. She never really liked him, though he had always proven trustworthy and he was well educated in various Arcana. He even had contacts with the Kirin Tor, the senate of magicians, wizards, and the like.

"Did Ophy really train in Dalaran under the Archmage? Or is it just more of his unbelievable tall tales?" Eleanora quizzed,
"I believe him, I don't think anyone's caught him lying before - unlike you." I responded with a little bit of sarcasm. Eleanora was more than a pickpocket, she even tried her tongue at confidence games with mixed results, she isn't exactly a good liar but it isn't for lack of trying.

I gathered up a few items, I didn't really have much at the Abbey, we lived a life rich in Spirit but very poor in
terms of property or gold coin. I didn't even have any silver coins at the time, just a few pieces of copper. I realized I
should ask Eleanora about that...

"Are we just going to sleep on the road tonight? I can't afford anything..." I reluctantly said.
"When we get to Goldshire we ought to rest at the tavern there, I'll pay for the night's stay", Eleanora quickly
replied, seeming confident and almost cheerful.

"I found a few gold coins the other day, haha! Some drunk Gnome dropped them down by the Tram, I guess. You'd be amazed the things I find down there sometimes Livi..."

"Alright alright, I'll grab my mace, my Libram, and a change of cloths. We can find food on the way. And thanks by the way, El".

So off we were on our way to Goldshire...

a reply to: muzzleflash

That was amazing. Well done!

a reply to: Jdennis10

Hahah, thx!

I decided to come up with the bridge to connect it with this thread.
Now the realms are inextricably intertwined...

I already thought up a few chapters worth, and sorta wanna write it.
I got time tonight since I'll be up awhile...

After a little over half a day's walk, we arrived to the tavern in Goldshire. Now I've gotta stress this to you, this is not your average inn, there are some very bizarre mixtures of individuals that frequent this place, and many of them act very childish. In fact, I typically avoid this place and only stop by here to pick up my mail or visit the blacksmith...

I was already very tired, especially since I had to keep up with Eleanora, she's a very fast walker and won't slow down for anyone, not even me! In fact, she's one of the fastest individuals I know - which can come in handy when in a sticky situation.

I remember approaching the tavern thinking I'd be getting a good night's sleep, and I admit I had never actually stayed overnight here before so I wasn't even sure what it looked like on the inside. As we came into the door I heard it, loud music and a lot of talking and laughter. The place was busy, but I didn't realize what I was in store for until we came around the hallway corner into the dining area...

"What is this insanity??" I asked Eleanora...
"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU?" she yelled back.

I could barely hear her over the ruckus, it was intolerable!
"LET'S GET OUR ROOM PLEASE!" I yelled back. You have no idea how uncomfortable something like this makes me, I live a life of peaceful meditation and long hours of quiet study, I am not prepared for this type of wild revelry.

After El paid for the room, she got our key and handed it to me,
"YOU CAN GO ON UP, I'M GONNA HANG OUT A BIT!" she shouted, laughing. I could see the excitement in her eyes, she's from the big city and I would guess she's well accustomed to these 'parties', or whatever you call this drunken chaos.

I went upstairs and found our room, keyed in, put my candle down on the nightstand, blew it out, and went and flopped down on the bed. It was comfortable, but the noise from downstairs was still very loud so it took me awhile before I finally fell asleep...