Campaign Idea

I'm thinking up a campaign. I wrote this for a school project. Do you think it would make a good campaign?

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Krawn Nightstalker was a large Orc. He had a long gray beard. He looked much like his father, Grom Hellscream. A giant purple demon had possessed his father by making Hellscream drink his blood. Grom eventually killed Mannoroth, the demon. But in doing so, he also destroyed himself.

When Orcs are possessed they become a fiery red color, opposed to the normal Goblin Green of Orcs. Krawn had been born differently than most other Orcs in two ways: One, his father was possessed when he was born, and two: his mother was a Night Elf. Blade considered himself to be a Night Orc. He also had red skin, like his father. So far, he had only found five of his brethren.

It was his mother that worried him. He had no idea who she was, even what she looked like. This worried him because he remembered living with her for three years. All he knew was that she was a Night Elf. That’s it. One fact, not even enough to track her down. And now with Hellscream dead, he had no way of getting more information.

Nightstalker was a natural assassin. His mother’s gift of hiding in shadows, and his father’s strength, made him unbeatable.

Krawn looked at the world around him. It was covered in blight. He tried to picture it if it had never been corrupted by the Undead. He imagined lush grass, and beautiful trees. But now all that was here was blighted ground, and dead trees.

Krawn knew of the job he had before him. It was not a nice one. He and his brethren were to seek out Arthas, king of the Undead, and return him to his human self. All Krawn knew of him was that he owned a possessed sword, called Frostmourne. Krawn was to destroy the sword in order to return Arthas back to his rightful place as a human king. If revived, he would be one of the last humans alive. Under the sword’s influence, Arthas had killed his father

Krawn and his men walked around the place some more. They found a graveyard. There were at least twelve corpses laying, unburied.

“What would you expect from the undead?” He thought

Now as he looked around some more, he saw a group of Necromancers, hiding behind some trees, chanting some unknown language, and waving their hands, like they were casting a spell. He laughed out loud, giving him a couple of stares from his recruits. They weren’t sure if he was still sane. Suddenly the big Orc stopped laughing. The spells where directed at him.

“Ambush, run for your lives! We’ll regroup in the clearing ahead!” shouted the captain.

Red light in six orbs flew at them. They all tried to run but were crippled by the red light that surrounded them. Harsh laughter sounded around them, like it was coming from the light. Lucky for the Night Orcs that they could see through the red light, or they would have been dead.

Twelve skeletons rose from the ground, from where the corpses had been laying. As they came up, the crippling spell wore off. The six Night-Orcs ran as fast as they could, into the forest of blighted trees. On the blight, their cloaking technique had no effect. They could only run, not hide. But the skeletons were closely following them.

Once they’re were far enough away from the Necromancers, they stopped to destroy their stalkers. Each of them took on two skeletons. Soon all the skeletons were dead. When they died, their bones did not just lie on the ground, like any humanoid, but they actually buried deep into the ground.

Nightstalker now realized he was lost. He now had strayed too far from the boarders of the blight. He was now in the very center of the undead colony. There were five Crypts; a pit with a giant skeleton, a Black Citadel, seven small buildings made of stone, with floating spirits around them, and a large building, with a hallway made of ribs. Very large ribs.

Suddenly one of the buildings started to deteriorate. Green smoke rose above it, which swirled around it, making it destroy itself more and more. They decided to get out of there. But they didn’t get far.

A dark figure rode up on an undead horse. It seemed to be a man, or at least used to be a man. Now the Undead figure had long gray hair, which was held on his shoulders. He was holding a sword, which was too triangular, it didn’t look like it could kill a fly. It was tinted blue.

“Greetings, Krawn Nightstalker, son of Hellscream. Finally we meet. I have waited a long time for this. I am Arthas,”




Chapter II

Nel’Guin flew as fast as he could. He knew he mustn’t be late for this council or he would for sure be killed. That’s what Illidan said. Illidan was always right, because he was the boss, the leader of this operation. That’s what scared Nel’Guin.

Suddenly he started paying attention to the landscape again. If he missed the Auir, he would surely be late. In a few minutes the Auir rose in front of him, like a Zeppelin being inflated. He landed on it. Looking around, to make sure this was it. All he saw was a pedestal in the middle with what appeared to be a sundial on top of it. This was it.

The big Dreadlord took a chain off his neck. It was just a normal silver chain, but it had a small orb on it. The orb was transparent to anyone who didn’t know about it. A great security system. He took the orb off his chain and put it in the indent in the sundial. Suddenly the sundial lowered and Nel’Guin heard a click. He put his massive hand on the dial and turned it left to the  on the pedestal. Then he turned it right all the way around so it was on the  again. Then he turned it right again to . Then back to . Then left to . And finally right to the . He heard a click once more and the pedestal went up higher than when it started.

It left a hole in the pedestal because it was so high. His orb exploded. He stuck his hand into the hole, touched something smooth and round, said a couple of words, and burst in blue flames.

***

“Glad you could make it,” said a cold and deep voice.

“I’m not late, am I Illidan, sir?” asked Nel’Guin.

“No. You’re just on time though. Next time I warn you. Be here an hour early or you will die.”

“Yes, yes sir.”

The whole council laughed at the stuttering Dreadlord on the platform.

“Damn you, Illidan,” Nel’Guin whispered under his breath.

Illidan didn’t seem to notice the Dreadlord’s comment, but Nel’Guin knew he did.

“Good. You know why I’ve summoned you all here. We are here to discuss the solution to our problem of weakness. Now that you’re all here I will show you what I’ve been working on for the last year. I bring you my new designs; they are our new models for the race of Undead. I so far have four. First of all, the Relentless Dead. These are basic skeletons, mixed with some DNA of a Tauren Chieftain. That means when the die, the will resurrect themselves. This makes them basic invincible. The only problem is that it takes a tremendous burst of power to resurrect. It takes about four hours for the Relentless Dead to gain enough power to resurrect again. The next one I did not create. The Nerubians were kind enough to do it for us. It is basically a Crypt Fiend, powered up five times, but without the throwing web. But to make up for that it carries it’s young into battle, so when the main creature dies, its kids take over. The Nerubians have called it the Tomb Warrior. The last, but certainly not least is the Ghostromancer. The Ghostromancer is a physically and mentally powered up Necromancer. The other main difference is that it is no longer a solid, but a gas. That means it can only be hit by magic. With these new units I do believe we can destroy the Night Elves, Orcs, and Humans for good. We will be the sole remainders. If Archimonde himself comes, we will destroy him too!”





Chapter III

“So, you are Arthas, the one I’m here to help,” said Nightstalker. He loosened his sword.

“That I am. And I need no help boy. But it is you who needs the help. Just a bit of pushing would bring you to the dark side of life. You could be a great Warlord for the Undead. You have great potential. That is what the Lich king told me before Tichcondrious banished him.”

“Tichcondrious is dead now, the great Demon Hunter, Illidan slayed him.”

“That is only half true, young one. You see Illidan is not the great Night Elf you believe him to be. He is now the dark lord of the Undead.”

“No!”

“Yes, it is true.”

At that time, Krawn moved his hands a bit, and a disturbance in the world went about. There were five of them, all circled around Arthas. He moved his hands again, and all five Night Orcs leaped at Arthas. Five axes to his throat.

“Give me the sword, prince of darkness, or you die,” threatened Krawn.

“Frostmourne will never leave my hand willingly, and if you try to force it, it will kill you.”

“Please Arthas. You are our last chance, you are my last chance.”

“If I do this, what is in return to me?” bargained the Prince of Darkness.

“You would be the ruler of all the humans, and most of the Orcs. That is a huge army. Power is what you seek, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. Right now I am only a servant. But with this power I could rule this world. I will surrender”

“Release him. But keep him under close guard.”

At that minute the Captain pushed Arthas of his horse. Arthas spun Frostmourne expertly and cut off the Night Orc’s head. Arthas took on the other three Night Orcs. Arthas only took five of twelve slashes. He did not fall, or scream in pain, like any mortal would have. This was not good he was basically invincible. Krawn chose to shadow meld at that moment in time. Later he would realize this was not a good idea, but he did anyway.

“Krawn, you poor fool…” pitied Arthas

Arthas then got on his horse and rode away.





Chapter IV

Liathia had great powers. Everyone in Kybra knew that, even she. She had powers with both spells, and animals. Particularly birds. She loved birds; she had three of them. One of each major type: A Flamion, an Ictrin, and a Lightra.

Flamions were fiery birds. Anything that came within five feet of it would be burnt to an ember. Ictrins were water type birds, which were very helpful for crops because where it flew, within 15 minutes, it would start to rain. Lightras were fast moving neon birds. They were good for delivering messages, and lighting dark areas.

Her thoughts were interrupted then, by a male voice behind the gate. He was shouting something about letting him in and being chased my monsters. Liathia had no want to talk to this loony, but she knew she would lose followers for not opening the gate to someone in need of help.

“What do you want, stranger?” asked Liathia.

“Entry, please my lady, I come from Fort Graph, looking for reinforcements. On my way here I was ambushed my monsters. Please, let me in!” he answered.

“Come on in, and we’ll talk about.” She motioned to her gate guardians, and they opened the gate.

The man walked through the town. When he reached Liathia he said
“Greetings my lady, this is a lovely town you have. I am Shade.”

“And I am Ti Kessia, but back to topic now,” Liathia lied, she felt the power of good in this one, something that hadn’t been in Kybra for a long time. She knew to keep her identity a secret.

“Yes, right, well I come from Fort Graph to get reinforcements. You see, their town is constantly under siege from foul undead monsters.”

At that time, an archer ran to them, she said “Foes at the gate! We need backup!”

“Shade, boy, if you can help us protect Kybra, you will have yourself reinforcements,” said Liathia.

Shade ran to the gate, his crystal sword unsheathed. Seven Troll Bersekers were throwing all the axes they had into the archers.

“It isn’t much of an attack,” he thought to himself.

He ran up, and soon, they were all dead. Which was when Liathia heard a giant roar. She had heard it only once before, it was a full-grown Blue Dragon.

“Archers, stand ready. A Blue Dragon approaches!” she ordered, “Shade, get in here.”

The young boy ran inside, while Liathia ran to the archer point. She released the Flamion.

The battle took three hours. In this time, Liathia snuck inside her tower, and wrote a letter. It read:

‘Our town is under siege, now is the time we must make our alliance. I know our races have had differences, in the time we have lived on this earth, but we must put them aside. We are both the same alignment, and have the same goal. World domination. On the night of February the forth, we will both send all the troops we have, against Fort Graph. They can barely survive the minimal troops your sending at them now.
-Liathia’

She tied this onto her Lightra, and told it to go to Illidan. She dropped the bird out the window, and watched as it flew away. Soon she would be the most powerful.



Chapter V

Shade knew there was something wrong in Kybra from the first moment he put foot in it. It smelled evil. So did Ti Kessia, but he had to believe her, because she was Fort Graphs only chance. The date was February the third. Ti Kessia said she’d send reinforcements tomorrow. He trusted her. His folly was large.

The next day she sent off enough reinforcements to fill an army. She said she was expecting some major resistance from the undead. Shade didn’t believe this, but he didn’t let her catch on he didn’t. He was smart, or he had instincts. Either way, he knew he had to never let her know how smart he was. The next time he saw her he asked her

“Ti Kessia, could you help me leave? I mean I’ve done what I’m supposed do, so I should be on my way.”

“Actually, Shade, I have a better idea. How about you stay here and study with me. You could become a great wizard.”

“Yeah. ‘Could’ is the key word there,” He had said too much. Quickly he turned around, and walked to the door. Before he could reach it, Ti Kessia grabbed him, and they looked eye to eye.

“You will stay here. You will study with me. You will not leave,” she whispered.

“Yes master.”

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Thanks for reading it all.

Ur all so flabergasted by my awsome writing style that you won't even post. Hahaha/.:D

Actually no we just don't have the time to read the whole thing. Got boring for me by the third sentence. Also it really isn't legal to take Blizzard characters and use them in your story. If your teacher found out I'm sure they would not be happy.

I skimmed over the first few lines and thought .... no, I can't see it working with the Blizzard story. Chances are we'd know of Grom's offspring by now (Though I admit it's a possibility). Orc's had not come into contact with Night Elves before the invasion of Kalimdor... IMO, go for something with completely original characters, and only ever loosely touch Blizzard's own (Like ZeusLegion did with Raynor and Fenix in the Antioch Chronicles fiction).

As for your writing style.. you need to blend what you're telling the player more into an actual story. At the start you're immediately telling us who the orc is and where he came from - it doesn't compare very well with the rest of the text. Read some novels to see - perhaps even Blizzard's WarCraft works.

Ive read em all. It's not my fault im not a good writer. It gets better at about chapter 5. :) Thx for even reading some of it. AS for u fearfactor.....

Question... If Grom Hellscream had a son, then how come the sons last name is different? Krawn Nightstalker? lets ponder this.

But dont do any more writing with blizzard characters if ur gonna turn it in to someone unless you have Blizzards permission.

you don't need Blizzard's permission. In fact, you don't need any company's permission if it's fan work.

As for Hellscream... well, I (we, even, sorry) don't know how orc's work it. Surname's tend to be given when an orc grow's to a certain age, referring to their status or a trait of theirs.

Or clan. Hellscream is of the Warsong Clan, and can 'Hell Scream' This works doubly.

Actually Nightstalker has the ability to Shadowmeld, and is not any clan yet.... that he knows of.... . (hint). Whatever. I've sent it off to blizzard, and am waiting for suggestions and such.

Chances are the Warsong clan was named after Hellscream, or, actually more likely, vice versa - he joined\was born into the Clan and due to practising their battle hymns adopted the name.

You've sent it off to Blizzard? *Grin*
Even if it was utterly amazing, they can't accept fan submissions for anything, you know.

I know. i've sent it off to see if it was legal, which it is, and to see if anything is wrong with it. :) I'm not submitting it or anything...

Mmm. Trying to think back to Warcraft 2 and all the tribes of orcs and those. Havnt played that game in years:bgrun:

Do a campaign about a mercenary army. Play Warhammer:Dark Omen for inspiration. =)

Ok so i read about 2 lines before realizing that you can't write (and that the story may never end, geez that was long and i only got to halfway through the 2nd chptr) , but other than that i liked the story. As for sending it to blizzard i wonder exactly wut they said, if anything, mind tellinn me? :dH: :arch:

Your nice, about me not being able to write. :( Well, they just ignored my email, so, nevermind.

Didn't really mean it as an insult, but anyway i would like 2 help in anyway i can P.S. dont reply with my email it is fake