Warring Clans Prolouge

Ok, this is the story that leads up to the main story of my map. I am open to any comments or suggestions!


For as long as I could remeber, my family has always ruled over these lands. We are an ancient bloodline of orcs, reaching back hundreds of years, almost to the very start of our race. I am Kornarg, son of Urtha-don.

It had started a normal day, but a sense of terror seemed to hang in the air, like a fog. Our Far Seers, my grandfather being one of them, had warned us not to leave our village for a few days, as they sensed an approaching army. My grandfather had told me that they were unable to tell who or what the army was, but they did know that we should be wary of them.

After hearing such news, my father told everyone to don weapons and armor. They had no intention of leaving, but we had had previous expeirence with approaching forces, and we weren't taking any chances. I was eager to fight, so I grabbed my axe, who I had named 'Cleaver', and ran to the training arena. Surprisingly, it was almost completely full. The troll docters were franticly running around healing wounds, crying "Hold still mon!" I looked around, serching for an opponent to spar with. Within time, I spotted my friend, Orgare. I beckoned him towards me, and began to suit up. My armor was still loose on me, I had yet to fully grow into it. However, it provided exellent protection. My clan was well known for their fine armor crafting skills.

"Lom-Kar, Orgare!" I hailed.
"Lom-Kar, Kornarg!" He hailed back. We bowed to each other, and picked up our weapons. Orgare was stocky for his age; always has been, always will be. Some rumors were about claiming him to be one of the Mog-Nathal, but few thought it true. We all knew that with the death of Rexxar, the Mog-Nathal had been wiped from this region. He fought with a good sized broad sword, one he claimed his father had taken from a paladin years ago. On his other arm, he held a standard Orc shield. On his back he carried a VERY large axe, one that few of even our toughest warriors could carry. I stanced myself, ready to dodge him if need be. However, Orgare just stoof there, staring into my eyes.

"Well Kornarg? Do you have any intention of fighting me, or are we doing it the same as always?" Normally, he would strike first, which was what I was used to. However, it seemed that today I would be the first. I crouched down and leaped to the side, bringing my axe close enough to his leg to break it. I thought 'Perhaps I'll finish this quickly', but I was soon interrupted by the loud, crisp sound of steel on steel. He had managed to twist out of the way of my axe and block it with his sword! I pulled my axe towards me, taking his sword with it. By blocking with his sword, he had put it into the nook between the axe and the handle, and I had every intention of using that to my advantage. I pulled my axe sharply, and his sword jerked towards me. However, Orgare flipped his sword out of the nook and hit me in the chin with the flat end. I stumbled back, and almost fell had it not been for my axe. I righted myself in time to sweep to the side and dodge what would have been a nasty blow to the shoulder. I swung my axe around from behind me and almost hit his waist, but even for his size, Orgare was nimble.

"Come on Kornarg, I've seen you do better than this!" He taunted, but it had little effect on me. I knew I was doing bad today, but I didn't know why. We continued on like this, me dodging, swinging, missing, and so on, until finally he messed up. He went to take a good stab at my chest, and I swung my axe up, ripping the sword from his hand and sending it into the dust 10 feet away. I lunged forward and knocked his shield out of the way, and I put my axe to his chest.
"Dead." I stated with honor. I walked over to his sword and picked it up. When I turned around, Orgare was holding his giant battle-axe. He had a smile on his face.
"Not today Orgare, I'm tired." I whined.
"Aww come on Kornarg, I love this axe!" he whined back.
"Your not the one who fights against it." I said back hotly.
"True..."
We walked off together into the blazing sunlight, and saw something that brought turmoil and death for everyone to our village.

So, what do you guys think? After I get some feedback, I'll make part 2. Part 2 is the actual storyline to Warring Clans. After typing this, I kinda realized that I spent half the story at the training arena . I can't help it, I like describing battles. Now then, let's hear what you have to say about my story!

Here it is, part 2, the official prolouge to the map.

When our eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, something didn't seem right. The horizion was ripply and blue. And a few miles left of us, everything was black and brown and dying, and the ground seemed to ooze everywhere. My father ran up to me, apparently in panic.

"Kornarg! Don't leave the village no matter what you do! Opposing forces have us surrounded, and they don't seem to kind. In fact, they've already begun fightning each other! It seems a war for dominance of this territory is afoot. Alert everyone you can!" He ran off in a rush, and left me and Orgare standing stupid.

"So what now?" asked Orgare.
"I guess we should help spread the news." I replied. We proceeded to run through our village, yelling for everyone to suit for war. Many questioned us, but we didn't know how to explain the situation.

After a few hours, a large force assembled of about 500 was gathered at the gate. Although it was obviously small compared to the extreme numbers of the enemies, we knew that we could still win. Our clan was well armed, with plenty of extra armorments.

Our scouts reported that one of the armies seemed to come in infinate numbers from water, and the other was the undead. We had encountered the undead before, but we rarely fought against them. Our scouts also reported that the undead warriors weren't well armed, but they had vast numbers, reaching easily into the thousands.

The warriors hailing from the water were less in numbers than the undead, but they had excellent magical defenses. They were unlike any race our kind had ever seen before. They were entirely serpentine, with strange weapons made of an unknown material. Not even our best craftsmiths could figure out what it was. They were definatly burly, but our weapons were designed for cutting through most any armor.

As we prepared for battle, we started hearing sounds of battle. Our sentries told us that the undead and the serpintine race had begun fighting already. Our far seers were worried. They told us that a great power had arisen. We just watched and waited, when all of a sudden, we heard strange sounds. They weren't natural sounds, they sounded like heavy magic. I ran up to a sentry tower, with Orgare beside me. We looked out and saw a mage on a horse blasting ice and snow everywhere, slaughtering the undead in large chunks. Then, a large Night Elf, almost bear looking, appeared and started summoning creatures from the trees. And last, a warrior with a large hammer and a book arived. The undead seemed to be insanely afraid of him, and he glowed a strange light that seemed to burn them. The undead forces were almost none, until another wave arrived, also escorted by strange warriors.

These ones were different however. One was dark and kind of eerie. He was hardly visisble in the bright sunlight. He didn't do much, just sort of stood around, nobody apparently noticing him. Another one, seemed almost the exact opposite. He gleamed brilliantly in the sun, and was shooting what seemed to be pure sunlight. The serpentines didn't take kindly to this, and some started to dry up from the intense heat that must have been radiating from those beams. Last, a strange humanoid creature with long claws and large wings came running at the serpent-things, the ground his feet touched dying slowly. Anyone or anything he touched seemed to slowly rot away into a pile of steaming pinkish-orange goo. It would slowly drip off, infecting anything else it may touch.

We were scared. All of us. We had no idea how we could win when they had such feirce warriors on their side. However, the far seers told us to stay calm, for they had a plan. Everyone with any kind of magical ability was to meet in the town square in 30 minutes.

Within 10, everyone had arrived. They formed a large circle, and began chanting. The shamans began shooting lightning at the sky and dancing in random patterns. Then, they just stopped. The ground split open, and fire raged out. When it died down, a warrior encircled in flames appeared, carrying a large sword. Soon after, lightning struck the ground next to him, and a short dwarf arrived. Our hair stood on end as the electricity he generated got to us. And then, the wind began to blow, and hard. Many of us hunkered down, and some even fell over. It continued for a few seconds, and then from a particular swirl of wind, an older night elf appeared, weilding an intresting staff. There was no wind, and yet his hair flew like there was.

"O great gods of storm! Please! We request your help!" announced my grandfather, who happened to be the High far seer. They all turned to see who had summoned them. Nobody said anything. We all stared, scared for out lives. And then, the dwarf looked like he wqas prepared to speak.

"Oh come on now, what are ye? A bunch of sissies??" he said in a voice not as loud and thunderous as we had expected. In fact, he didn't sound any different from any other dwarf we had met. He began to laugh, and when he stopped, he acknowledged my grandfather.
"Why o' course we'll help ya! I mean, why not? We got nothin' better to do!" We all cheered, many hugs were passed, and we rejoiced, for our clan had a chance. Together, we all marched to the front gate. My father ran up to me and Orgare.
"Son! You cannot go out there! It is far too dangerous for someone like you to be going out there."
"Dad, I respect your kindness, but I have to go out there."
"If you must. Come on, lets go."

The guard opened the gate, and we marched out, standing tall. The 3 heros we had summoned were already half way to the field, and they began casting magics of various sorts.

"CHARRRGE!!" someone screamed, and we all screamed back, running at full speed, our shamans casting bloodlust at an incredible rate. I was one of their targets, and instantly I felt stronger and faster. We all began fighting, but within just second, we all stopped. Everyone. Even the undead and the serpentines. For in the middle of all this, the 9 heros had begun fighting. We ducked and dodged anything that missed, but we still stood and watched. And then, there was a white light. An explosion. The heros were gone. One of our far seers screamed that their might had matched, and they had been broken of their shackles. We would all have to fight without them. Or so we thought...


Here it is. The official prolouge. Whaddya think?

Interesting, pretty good. There are a few grammar and spelling mistakes, but I'm too lazy to point them out.
However, I don't like the portion where the son is pleading with his father to go to battle. The father gives up too easily. It's like saying that a fat kid who loves cake is screaming at a guy to give it back, the guy just says, "I'm taking it", and the fat kid gives up. Doesn't make any sense.
Keep up the writing though, you've done a pretty good job. A little more detail couldn't hurt either.

Yes I agree with Undead, an Orc father would not give in so easily. I love the battle scene at the end, looking forward to what you can make out of this!

FINALLY A RESPONSE! *ahem* Yes. I didn't like that part either. However, I had no idea what else to write. But maybe I'll fix it up sooner or later. I found that to be one of those cliche lines from like a Disney movie... And yes, a suppose I coulda added more detail here and there, but I was lazy at the time. Thanks for the feedback!

If I were any good at cinematics I'd make this into a movie, but... Nope, I suck at them.

An entire movie on this? No. The story's quite simplistic. A warcraft map? Yes.

I meant a cinematic. Just a quickie, nothing big. Obviously there'd be some story adding and stuff. But yeah. Idk I was bored and thought it'd be cool to have a prolouge to one of my maps for once.

Rexxar didnt die! you can find him in desolate in Wow, and to my knowledge that is the most updated peice of lore that the Warcraft Universe is up to at the moment.

(sorry for the big words, i did not mean to scare the "weaker" minds in this community)

Good story though

...I don't keep track of WoW lore... We can assume poor Rexxar died... :'(

And Balloon Dragon, it would've been nice if you'd bolded ALL the text you recommended fixing, it's a pain to look through that. But thanks for pointing out my errors... Nobody has commented this story in a looonnng time.