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#1 Jun 17 2009 at 12:47 AM Rating: Excellent
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Truth be told, I'm writing this post because I'm bored. I'm sure I'm not alone in the boredom, so let's see what we can do to alleviate this.

We all have a favorite quest(quest line), be it in the Eastern Kingdoms or Northrend, in Kalimdor or Outland. So tell me about it. But not in a dry description, not in words as to why you like the quest. No no no, tell me about your favorite quest in the form of a short story about your character performing the quest. Try to capture the essence of why you most enjoyed that quest more than any others. If you feel the need to elaborate more on why you enjoy the quest, then by all means, add some explanation...after the story. I'll get us started.

The Quest(well, the entire chain).


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Poldaran smiled as she began to ascend the stairs. She had learned much this night; had seen the true depth of human spirit, the courage and determination that was the life blood of the mortal races. People refusing to give in, not because they have hope that reinforcements are coming, nor because they have no hope of escape, but because it simply was not in their nature to yield.

These people were simple farmers, armed only with crude farm implements, but they refused to yield their homes to the never ending tide of the undead.

She had been sent here originally to check on the status of the village because the higher ups in Valiance Keep were worried about the lack of ore shipments from the mine. What she found was a town fighting heroically to save itself from the dead. She offered assistance to the town's leader, Gerald Green, but he instead asked that she look into the fate of the small garrison sent to investigate the mine. He had felt, and the small group of villagers with him agreed, that getting Valiance Keep the metal it needed to forge weapons for its own defense was the higher priority.

Poldaran was taken aback by their selflessness. She did as he asked and investigated the mine, finding out that it had been overrun by the dead and most of its men had been killed by plagued grain. She brought the news to the townsfolk, and they sent a couple men with her into the mine again to retrieve the last load of ore from the mine so it could be sent down the track to Valiance Keep.

Hilda Stoneforge, the Dwarven blacksmith in Valiance Keep, was as astonished by their actions as Poldaran had been. Wiping a tear from her eye, she had ordered the two men empty the cart. "We cannot let the civilians lose their lands if they're willing to fight for them. We might not have the troops to spare, but we can send them weapons," she said. She pointed at a couple racks of weapons she and the other smiths had finished. "These were earmarked for new recruits, but I'll be able to cover those with the ore that you've brought me. I'll have these men load up the cart and deliver the weapons to Gerald. You go let him know that they're on the way."

Poldaran wiped a tear from her eye as she remembered the look of gratitude on Gerald's face. "Farshire has a fighting chance now, Poldaran. That's all we could've asked for and you've made it possible." He thought for a moment. "All we need now is a rallying point. I'll have my men deliver the weapons to our town hall. Go and ring the town hall bell so any survivors know to rally there." A fiery determination shone in his eyes. "It's time to show the Scourge what we're made of."

Poldaran's slender fingers gently gripped the coarse rope of the town hall's bell and she pulled with all her might. The bell rang with a roaring echo. Despite the sound inside, she could hear one of Gerald's men, Gamlen, shouting outside. "To the town hall, everyone! We've brought you weapons! Arm yourselves and beat the Scourge back!" She rang the bell again and hurried downstairs.

There was no mistaking the look of gratitude on the faces of everyone rushing inside. Poldaran knew at that moment, that no matter what she had to do in this war, no matter what lines she might have to cross in order to fight her foes, no matter what destruction she had to sew upon the land, that this one night, she had done something good. It was all she could do not to cry.

"Scourge incoming!" someone shouted. Apparently the undead had also been drawn to the sound of the tolling bell.

Gerald Green held a spear high. "Come, friends, let us show them that they will not take our lands lightly!" Poldaran's hands burst into flames. "You mean to fight with us?" he asked her. The mage nodded, unsure whether she could keep her voice steady as she spoke. "Splendid! Let's make this a battle to remember!"

The fight lasted through the night. Thanks to the light mail and shields that the men and women of Farshire now wore, the worst injury sustained that night was little more than a flesh wound, though they held back more than four times their number in ghouls and zombies.

Poldaran sat upon the steps of the Town Hall, exhausted from the night's fighting. Gerald Green approached her. "Thanks once again for aiding us, Poldaran. The people of Farshire will always remember you."


Well, I've shown you mine. Now show me yours. Smiley: sly


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#2 Jun 17 2009 at 1:26 AM Rating: Good
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Jintola was a druid, just back from a difficult and tedious quest which had him run back and forth across the zone a few times for what was probably going to be a few silver reward.

"Well done Jintola, speak to (insert name here) and tell him of your discovery!"

Jintola turned, realised (insert name here) was standing right next to the questgiver and promptly told the questgiver

"Tell him yourself!"

/abandon quest


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#3 Jun 17 2009 at 3:46 AM Rating: Decent
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Oh boy! Being a Frenchman, i am not sure if you could understand my English translation. My spellcheck would freak out on me.

Let's say " Professor " killed 30 of each f@#$%g animals in Nagrand and he can't wait to get the **** out of there.
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Desolace inspired me.

Desolace Part 1

Desolace Part 2

(Note that part 2 has not been fully spellchecked, etc. yet. Also, I did take some, let's say, poetic license with some stuff.)

EDIT: URLs Fixed


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Edited, Jun 17th 2009 8:58am by ShadorVIII
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Junkboxing wiped her brow as she ran back across the desolate wasteland. Looking up she noticed the floating islands on their twisting path through a sky alive with nether energy and bolts of lightning. Ever since she had come to Outland it had been nothing but demons, heat, and freaky skies. The months spent in Lower Blackrock Spire, picking junkboxes for her friend Aureliano had been better than this!

"At least with smelly orcs I didn't have to contend with half the crap you see out here!" She muttered.

She faded into the shadows as she worked her way up the path back to her latest employer, a goblin by the name of Razelcraz. She had heard of him from some passing adventurers, and the prospect of sneaking up behind Thrallmar to work with the notoriously unscrupulous green-skinned mercenary ignited the adrenaline in her roguish blood. The fact that he had a sense of humor helped offset the annoying voice she found all goblins possessed. "Outland Sucks!" was the first thing he had said to her, and the dwarf agreed. However, the gold and fel iron he gave her as a reward for finding some parts was good enough to take up her most recent task. Hopefully he believed her report.

Sneaking up behind him and bypassing his felhounds, which the enterprising goblin has apparently trained like pets, she stepped out of the shadows and said "Hey, Razelcraz, they're free."

"Whoa!" He said, "Give me a heart attack why don'tcha? Thanks for saving my peons... Now maybe I can get them to fix my shredder with those parts you found, earn some money and get out of Outland. I can't wait to be back in Booty Bay."

Junkboxing smiled to herself. The fact that his "peons" simply ran off after she freed them didn't lend much to their chances of getting away. But as Razelcraz tossed her some gold and some booze, she thought to herself that since they seem to be working for the Horde, she couldn't care less.

"So, what's next? No offense, but it's better for the Alliance if you get back to Booty Bay soon, too. Or you could always join us..."

"Ha! Fat chance!" He sneered, "Those old fogeys at Honor Hold don't care much for me. Besides, I have a perfectly good mine here, all to myself, as soon as I get the shredder going. Well, let's pop in the keys and see how it goes!"
Foreman Razelcraz grinned and reached in her pocket.
"Eh? That's odd... I have one new set of holes in my pocket, and no keys!" Looking down, he saw the smiling (maybe?) maw of one of his felhounds. As comprehension dawned on his green face, he turned back to Junkboxing.
"Um... I might have another mission for you. I seem to have lost the keys. I keep a pack of felhounds to protect my camp. They don't do a very good job and they like to bite me a lot. They also like shiny things. I think this one felhound I have may have eaten my shredder keys. I'll pay you if you'll take my felhound on a walk. Kill some helboars and let him eat. He'll do his business. When he's done, see if you can't find the keys in his "leavings.""

Junkboxing looked from the grinning felhound to the goblin, and back again.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to walk your felhound, have it eat some demonic boars, ****, and look through it?"

Razelcraz scratched his head.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it!"

Junkboxing sighed.

"Outland Sucks!"


Just a little story from my rogue's point of view. Ah, **** quests.

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ShadorVIII wrote:
Desolace inspired me.

Desolace Part 1

Desolace Part 2

(Note that part 2 has not been fully spellchecked, etc. yet. Also, I did take some, let's say, poetic license with some stuff.)


Edited, Jun 17th 2009 7:58am by ShadorVIII


Got a 404 error for both of those. Not sure what the issue is.
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LockeColeMA wrote:
ShadorVIII wrote:
Desolace inspired me.

Desolace Part 1

Desolace Part 2

(Note that part 2 has not been fully spellchecked, etc. yet. Also, I did take some, let's say, poetic license with some stuff.)


Edited, Jun 17th 2009 7:58am by ShadorVIII


Got a 404 error for both of those. Not sure what the issue is.


Fixed in quote above and also in my OP. I had put an extra / after the Chapter_04.htm and & the Chapter_05.htm, which is now removed. Linkage should work now.

Also, note that the pages do have links for Chapters 1-3 and 6-8 but these will just produce 404s as those chapters have not yet been finished and put up. Some events at the end of Chapter 5 (Desolace Part 2) will have more meaning after 1-3 are finished, though the story should be understandable as is.

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My contribution to the Allakhazam lore:

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Spazicus the gnome was a firey little mage and bald as the day he was born. He didn’t start out bald, but one day some barber shops opened up and he was finally able to get rid of that tall pointy cow-lick from the top of his head. The resulting chrome dome actually made him look shorter, if you can believe that, but he didn’t care. He could barbecue you from 40 yards and you wouldn’t even be able to close the gap before you were reduced to a smoldering pile of ash. So go ahead, call him short.

After performing deed after heroic deed, he found himself in a crystal fortress in eastern Northrend. He had spent several weeks performing tasks for a group of ice giants who call themselves “THE SONS OF HODIR!” They didn’t actually yell like that on purpose, but they were so big that everything they said to Spaz shook him to the bone. The Sons of Hodir didn’t really like Spazicus at first, but he had helped them out several times and they were starting to warm up to him. He had helped restore several valuable artifacts for them: a large helm, a large horn, and a very large spear. It was hard work, but it paid well.

One day, Spazicus was asked to perform another task for the giants.

“SPAZICUS, WE NEED TO ASK ANOTHER FAVOR OF YOU. YOU ARE TO GO OUT INTO THE ICE VALLEY AND SLAY ONE OF THE GIANT WILD WYRMS!”

Spazicus replied, “No problem, guys. I’ve killed tons of wyrms in my day. Did I tell you about the time a druid buddy and I two-manned the great dragon, Onyxia?”

“THAT IS OF NO CONSEQUENCE! WE WANT YOU TO PROVE YOUR METTLE BY RIDING ON THE DRAGON AND SLAYING IT WITH NOTHING OTHER THAN HODIR’S SPEAR!”

“Hey, that sounds great and all, but really, I can just run out there and toss a few spells from the ground…done!”

“NO! YOU MUST RIDE THE WYRM! IF YOU START TO LOSE YOUR GRIP, YOU MUST HOLD TIGHTER! IF HE SWIPES AT YOU WITH HIS LARGE SHARP CLAWS, YOU MUST DODGE IT! WHEN HE PUTS YOU IN HIS JAWS, YOU MUST OPEN THEM WIDE ENOUGH TO THRUST HODIR’S SPEAR DOWN ITS THROAT!”

“Well, I guess I could ride the wyrm. I have a slow fall spell that will keep me from going splat if I fall off. But do I really need to kill it with a spear? My melee skills aren’t the best you know. I haven’t even trained my polearm skill. Tell you what…I will ride the wyrm, tighten my grip, dodge the sharp claws, and open his mouth. When his mouth is wide open, I’ll toss a couple fireballs and maybe some arcane missiles down his throat! Bet it has never been done that way before. What do you say?”

“YOU MUST USE THE SPEAR. NO FIREBALLS. SERIOUSLY. I MEAN IT!”

“Have you seen that spear? It is literally the size of a football field. In case you haven’t noticed, I am a gnome. You honestly expect me to carry that thing?”

“YES.”

“Well, since you insist.”
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The fight has finished, Ulduar had fallen, the weapons are dropped, and the hands, together whit the helm, are raised. Bodhi turn to is 24 men and says; THAT WAS TO F@CKING EASY.

The end.
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Undoubtedly, this:

Journey to the Undercity

May be corny, but I love the lore around Sylvanus and the Highborne

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Oooh I know which one I want to do for this. Actually I have like one for each character. <.<

One because it made me laugh, one because it made my character very happy and then very sad.

I don't have time to write them up now though. Smiley: frown I promise I'll do them when I get home from the store though!

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Cranque pulled his steel from yet another worgen, Duskwood was full of them these days. One more notch on his blade to convince the Nightwatch of his worthiness. He sneered at the thought that his ability was scrutinized so closely by the Nightwatch, they didn't seem to be the formidable fighting force that they claimed to be. Every so often their guts got scattered by something roaming this dismal land called Duskood. The area was as depressing as finding a chest in a cave, only to find it held mana potions. Gah, who needs mana! Helping the old man by the graveyard gather things to survive was the only redeeming factor of this land. At least helping him provided reason enough to stay here, otherwise Cranque would have jumped on a bird elsewhere.

Cranque pulled the note from his satchel as he trotted toward Darkshire. Strange, he couldn't make out the strange lettering on the parchment. The old man had said that he and the mayor were old friends, perhaps it was written in a secret code that they shared from boyhood. Whatever, Cranque thought as he strode into the town hall, the old man had supplies to last awhile, I guess the rotblossoms helped keep him regular, they smelled awful when Cranque handed them over to the old man.

"Hey mayor, got a note for you from that cool old man at the graveyard."
The mayor didn't look up. Cranque heard a groan from the mayor as he muttered "I can't read it, take it to Sirra and don't bring it back!!"

Cranque was puzzled at the reluctance of the mayor as he approached the historian with the note.
"Ah, the fifth letter today," Sirra said, "I wonder if it says the same as the others?"
After a few moments of concentration, the historian looked up from his parchments.
"Yes, the very same thing, bring this back to the mayor at once."
Cranque was confused, "But the mayor said not to bring it back..."
"Of course he did, now be a good little warrior and go shove this translation under his nose so he can't avoid it."

Cranque did as he was told, what else could he do? The mayor attempted to avert his eyes from the parchment, but Cranque would not let up. A resigned mayor finally read the note.
"Blah, blah, blah, doom and gloom... blah, blah, blah, revenge is mine... blah, blah,blah, creator rage and so forth."

This puzzled Cranque even further, "What are you rambling about? Aren't you two old friends?"
"Ok, the friends thing, notsomuch. The old kook sends a monster from time to time to wipe out the town. It's not so bad, but this is the fifth time today... I really hate it when you guys are levelling all at once like this. Why can't you all group up and turn this one in together?"

The mayor turned to the cryer. "OK, do the alarm thing again, I know everyone just sat down to dinner, but Stitches is on the warpath again."
As the cryer ran out to the square yelling his warning, the mayor took one last look at Cranque and shook his head as he chastised him, "Alts.... why can't you just head to Stranglethorn a little early?"
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His glowing blue eyes wide and his mouth turned up into a grin, Malithar cut his way through the Fleshwerks' spiked ghouls. He even laughed as he pushed through to the good Doctor Sabnok's cleaver and thread.

Darkrider Arly's high-pitched, raspy voice rang fresh in his mind as he carried Crusader Olakin's remains in his pack. "With the abduction of Crusader Olakin, the Argent Crusade's forces will have no commander in the final assault on the Fleshwerks. While one crusader is the same as any other to me, the argents won't see it that way," she said, rolling her eyes.

Stifling his mirth as he brought the remains, cleaver and thread together at the table, Malithar wondered idly what he'd do with an entire platoon of Argent Crusaders under command of his ghoul. As he finished the last stitches, preparing to re-animate the remains, suddenly a brilliant golden light blazed up around him. Once the afterglow faded, he was faced with a fully rejuvenated Olakin. Malithar's smile died as Olakin's blossomed.

"Thank you for your help, Malithar," the crusader said as he stepped down from the operating table. "Now come, let us deliver the killing blow to these Scourge!" With a hearty laugh the crusader swept out of the room, leaving Malithar alone inside.

He sighed heavily as he walked out of there, his face turning further down at each cheer from the battling Argent Crusaders outside as they hailed their "rescued" commander.
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Hahaha, I loved it :D
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Well, I was typing mine up, but it got to be stupid long. I'll post it on another site and link it here.
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Well, I was typing mine up, but it got to be stupid long. I'll post it on another site and link it here.


Hehe, same here. I may only end up doing one of the two I planned on, in fact. xD

Almost done...
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OK, you got me. I'm a bit bored at work today too. Here is my humble offering:


REPRISAL

Despite the many battles won (and lost), and all her training and armor, Jaclyn felt nervous. She had encountered this foe many times before, and they both had felt the sting of death.

Polished and practiced, enchanted and elixired, she was still uneasy about the coming battle. What had he learned in her absence? What had she forgotten? Never underestimate how time and experience, passion and fervor, or droughts and blizzards can toughen an opponent, or weaken your own skills.

She rode along familiar roads and stopped one last time at the blacksmith to sharpen her sword. “It can never be sharp enough for you, can it, Jaclyn?” said Argus. “It doesn’t seem so” Jaclyn replied, with a friendly smile for her old friend. She had known Argus before she had ever heard of the Argent Dawn or the Argent Crusade, and now she was on the verge of becoming their Champion.

“I assume you are headed a bit southwest of here . . .” mused Argus. “You know me too well, Argus” she whispered. “In that case, these just arrived from Nagrand”. She saw the familiar glint of adamantite as he handed her the stone. “You are too kind” she said, and honed the edges razor sharp.

“Well, I’m off then . . .” she said nervously. Argus knew better than to offer clichés such as “good luck”, “godspeed” or even worse “break a leg”, so he just gave her a wink and a nod. Still it seemed to bolster her a bit.

Creeping slowly on foot through the forest, dispatching rats and snakes with a quick flick of her hand, she moved towards her destination. Guided mostly by memory (and smell), she inched ever closer towards her nemesis.

A clump of thick tree trunks and shrubs obscured her vision momentarily, and as she rounded the last of the them, her heart skipped a beat as she looked up and found herself face to face with her rival.

Quickly she regained her composure. “Hello, Hogger” she said sharply, unsheathing her sword.





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Okay, here's mine! Smiley: grin It's really, really long, but hopefully not too boring.

I have another one in mind, which I may do later, I dunno.
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Well, I was typing mine up, but it got to be stupid long. I'll post it on another site and link it here.


I like long stories. I'm a fast reader, so they aren't over in a matter of a couple minutes.
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Journey to the Undercity

May be corny, but I love the lore around Sylvanus and the Highborne


Good to hear.

Now tell us the story of your character completing this chain. Smiley: grin
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The One and Only Poldaran wrote:
IDrownFish wrote:
Well, I was typing mine up, but it got to be stupid long. I'll post it on another site and link it here.


I like long stories. I'm a fast reader, so they aren't over in a matter of a couple minutes.


I was just more worried about how much space it would take up, more than anything.
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Either way, post it on another site and link it, or post it here so I have more to read! Smiley: grin
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*pokes Poldaran*

*is curious as to what he thought of hers*
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Lady isyris wrote:
*pokes Poldaran*

*is curious as to what he thought of hers*


I just started reading yours. I was prodding people to post more so I'd have something else to read when I finished. I'll let ya know in a bit when I'm done reading.
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The One and Only Poldaran wrote:
Either way, post it on another site and link it, or post it here so I have more to read! Smiley: grin


Dammit, this means I have to finish writing.

fine, fine, right after I finish healing Naxx.
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The One and Only Poldaran wrote:
Lady isyris wrote:
*pokes Poldaran*

*is curious as to what he thought of hers*


I just started reading yours. I was prodding people to post more so I'd have something else to read when I finished. I'll let ya know in a bit when I'm done reading.


hehe okay. Smiley: grin

I'm gonna go write up my other one now that I'm taking a break from working on my guild website, should be much shorter though.
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