Knights of Thoradin

Ok, I know, this story does have a couple of spelling mistakes, I tried to avoid them

The story takes place durring the Troll Wars, 2800 years before Warcraft I

http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/info/...E21C2AFE.app06 (site for more details about the story that Blizzard wrote, scroll down after "Founding of Quel' Thalas"

Anyways, here it is

As the wind bristled through his hair, he mounted his horse then looked at the horizon. Turning his head back to his beloved, her cheeks were invaded by tears as they poured down her skin. “Don’t go…” she mumbled. “I need you”. The knight did not answer, but then he gave her a warm smile, and whispered “I shall return”.

Striving with his companions, they rod all night without stopping until they reached the army camp situated at the gates of Strom. Quickly, the people bowed at the noble knight that passed in front of him. As he entered his tent, he fell on his long awaited bed. Sleeping only but a few hours, he awoke with the Arathor Guards standing at his bed. “The King is here milord. He must prepare to leave soon…”

Grabbing his gear, he headed outside and joined his brethren. The King of Arathor, Thoradin, spoke briefly

“Humans, brothers, as you may know, the mysterious Elves of the north asked for our assistance. They rage war with the Troll Empire in the land they call “Quel’ Thalas””. A great silence took place for a few moments. “To hell with the inhumans! Their wars will do nothing but destroy the nation we fought so hard to build, the nation WE fought by ourselves, not with the aid of the Elves!” Thoradin stood silent, and then replied with pride “The Troll Empire has always sought to expand. The Elves have shown us battle technics which they call “Magic”, something that we’ve only seen a few Trolls do! They have trained one hundred of our soldiers to learn this magic in return we ride to war with them. But the point that we are overlooking, is that if the Troll Empire successfully destroys Quel’ Thalas, they will continue their expansion, even if it means destroying our lands after…” whispers took place, arguments, shouts, but then the Noble knight yelled out “I am with you King Thoradin! Death to all who a pose Arathor! For Strom!” Cheering shouts followed “For Strom! For Arathor!”

Once quiet came back to be, the strong king spoke again: “Then tonight, we march to Quel’ Thalas, and aid our new allies against the growing threat, TO GLORY!” Again shouts took place. Shortly after, the armies formed their ranks and marched to one of the greatest glory battles ever of Azeroth.

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Noticing that the country side had changed rapidly from hills and trees to lush woods with streaming rivers, the Knight knew the army arrived at Quel’ Thalas. After waiting several minutes for the scouts to return, the last one returned with trembling news. “A battle!” He said with trouble breathing. “Thousands, on the battlefield, Elves and Trolls, we must hurry, they are beyond the near by hill!” Quickly, the human Divisions swarmed like bees to the hill, their allies needed them…

Meanwhile, one of the Elf sergeants stood near his Elf captain in the battle that was taking place. The humans had not yet arrived, and the Elves fought with as much courage as they could, but the cunning Trolls seemed to be to much as their numbers slowly swallowed the Elven Battalions. “We won’t hold” said the sergeant desperately “The Trolls keep coming captain!” just as the captain was about to sound the horn to retreat, an unfamiliar horn sounded coming from the hill, as he turned his head, a small smirk came to his face. “Who the…?” whispered the sergeant. With relief, the Elven captain answered “Men…”

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Thoradin looked at the destroyed country side as he turned his head towars his Generals. “Are you ready my fellow brethren?” asked the King, “Until death milord!” Thoradin then turned his head back to the battlefield and roared from the top of his longs “Death to the enemies of Arathor, for Strom!”

The human armies of Arathor strived down the hill almost as fast as an avalanche. The noble Knight, striding his horse as fast as he can to be at the head of the charging army so he could protect his king if danger should come, charged the Troll lines with success. Trapping the Troll armies between the Arathor forces and the Quel’ Thalas forces, the battle turned in favour of the Allies. The Trolls were loosing soldiers rapidly, and were becoming desperate to break free, but the Elves or Humans did not give ground to the barbaric invaders. But the Knight’s horse however, could not sustain anymore damaged, and collapsed on the ground. As the Knight quickly retook his sword from the ground, he looked around, and saw what seemed to be a high ranking Troll officer charging at him. Placing himself in defensive position, he dodged the attack quickly turned and cut the Trolls back. The Troll, showing no sign of pain, took out an axe and swung away at the knight. Trying to jam his sword into the Trolls stomach, the Troll grabbed hold of the Knights sword and nearly cut the Human’s head off, but only cutted his cheek. Both warriors, now dead tired looked around for more weapons, the Troll, then took a spear and through it at the knight. As vigilant the knight was, he could not avoid the spear hitting him the shoulder. Yelling in pain, he ripped the spear out of his shoulder and through it at the Troll. Noticing his sword further away on the ground, he ran to get it, but the Troll followed. Diving on the ground, the Knight caught his sword and spun his sword around. When he finally completely turned, he realised that the Trolls head, was no longer attached to its body. He had killed it. Falling to his knees because of his wounds, the battle died down, as the Human and Elven army celebrated victory. Falling backwards and nearly falling unconscious, it did not take long for the King to see him. Noticing that it was the same man who yelled out his approval of war only a few days ago, and encouraged the others to do the same at the base camp in front of the city of Strom’s gates, he quickly asked the Knight. “What is your last will?” The Knight struggled to talk, “I want to see my beloved again…”

Doing what the Knight has wished, he brought the knight back to his wife personally. Though he knew the Knight did not have much more time because of his wounds, his paced hurried on horse. Arriving at his destination, the Knight’s beloved ran out of her farm to salute quickly the King and return to her husband. With tears overflowing her eyes, she began to cry. The Knight, doing one last movement to touch his beloved wife’s cheek, he whispered “I told you I would return…” His eyes closed slowly, as his heart slowly stopped beating. The king took the Knight’s sword and look at it’s writing, written in small: “I shall die for my king, I shall die for my loved ones, I, Tristan, fight for my kingdom…”

Well, I gave you live help on MSN, so no need to tell you what to fix here I guess. Good job!

I liked your story. It was definitely a huge cliche (I could see the guy dying right from the beginning) but you told it well with good descriptions and few grammatical errors. It would be great if you did some other stuff, hopefully not as cliche (no offense or anything, it was still a good story) as this, maybe a little different. Hope to read more from ya!

None taken johnfn, atleast the story was enjoyable, right? First one anyways =)

Good story, liked it...minor errors, not too bad though :D
You might want to include more detail, however.

It was an excellent story for your first! Hope to read more.