Tag: Fan Fiction
Lodur pulled the cowl of her cloak down obscuring her face further in shade. She Patted the neck of her Mistsaber, as they made their way slowly from Valiance keep towards Fizzcrank airstrip. The undead assault on the keep had slowed enough to allow a few travelers to move beyond the basalt walls. The winds were wicked and Lodur could feel the bite of the frost upon her face.
The Mistsaber slowed and a began to rumble a guttural growl. A rough noise replaced the sound of the wind. Lodur looked up to see two Orcs before her. Rough armor filled with spiked adorned their mantles. They smiled toothy grins as they dismounted their wolves and walked menacingly towards Lodur, speaking in a tongue she couldn’t decipher, but the intent was clear… violence.
“Ark’ehnan poross” Lodur voiced as evenly as she could in common “I wish no trouble I am simply passing through.”
The two eyed the figure atop the large cat, not halting their advance. Lodur looked up, her blue eyes glowing from beneath the darkness of the hood. The two exchanged a quick set of words in a gutter language Lodur recognized as the orcish tongue. She stepped from her mount and with a quiet word undid the magic that bound it to this world. Turning towards the two orcs, Lodur began to gather power around her. The assailants stopped now, sensing that their prey was not as timid as they had hoped. Lightning crackled between Lodur’s fingers and her eyes. The two green-skinned creatures smiled toothy tusk filled grins and charged.
Before Lodur could react, one of the charging creatures hit the dirt, the other oblivious to the fate of his companion. When the orc was only a few yards away from Lodur she unleashed the gathering energy in a small storm of electricity. The assailant was flung up and back. It hit the ground hard and before it could get back up a great white cat was on top of it, the orc’s neck in its teeth. Lodur released the last remnants of the power held within and looked around. From thin air materialized an elf that walked over to the first fallen orc, and pulled an arrow from the creature’s neck. The elf then padded over to the cat and speaking a quick word in what Lodur recognized as Darnassian, the cat released the corpse from its jaws now looking for it’s master’s approval.
“Ah, miss. It looks like I came along just in the nick of time!” said the elf, the voice calm and enchanting. “although it does seem you are not without your defenses.”
The elf turned to face lodur, dropping its cloak to reveal features that were both fine and hardened at the same time. It was a face Lodur recognized very well.
It had only been a fortnight since Lodur’s body was snatched by the Lich King. No one from her guild knew about it and no one aside from Yeva, the prophet and Nobundo knew that inside this female shell was truly the essence of Lodur.
“Thank you for your assistance, though it was not required. I would however suggest we move somewhere else, least they become missed and any friends they have decide to go looking for them.” Lodur said with a smirk.
“That is not a half bad idea, perhaps I should ride with you for a while.” The elf summoned her mount and Lodur called back the Mistsaber, and the two were off.
“I’m Estherras by the way. What brings you up this way? Looking for adventure? Just taking in the scenery?”
Lodur looked over to the elf.
“I am Lodur.” she stated plainly, and then turned back to watch the road they traveled.
“hmm. I have a guild mate named Lodur. He’s much larger than you are though. Never pegged Lodur for a woman’s name”
“It’s not.” Lodur smirked again.
Estherras stopped her mount. “Wait a minute. What is that supposed to mean?”
“You never were quick on the uptake. Makes me think of the time I had to yell at you in the Black Temple, reminding you that fire was bad. ” Lodur chuckled.
The hunter’s jaw hung loose, “No way. No damn way! Lodur? What the hell man…er…woman? well.. this is something isn’t it? What the hell happened?”
“I’ll tell everyone at the guild meeting in a few days. A lot..” Lodur paused looking down at her new body. ” needs to be explained.”
“I’ll say. That better be one hell of a story or I’m going to be sorely disappointed in you. So where are you headed anyways?”
Estherras had caught back up to Lodur and the two were riding side by side again. Lodur glanced over to the hunter.
“Fizzcrank airstrip. I have a friend up there trying to secure a flight into Dalaran for the guild meeting. I’ve never trusted those mage portals, so I’d rather fly. Sadly Andor is not strong enough to fly in the cold winds up here yet, so I seek other means.”
“Fair enough. Mind if I tag along then? You seem to always have great misfortune that ultimately leads to highly entertaining adventures… or fleeing. One or the other.” The elf laughed and Lodur chuckled as well.
“Alright, you might be useful after all. You’re taking my new body rather well, honestly I’m a bit surprised.”
Estherras shrugged “eh, We’ve traveled through time, beaten down a titan. Stopped a madman from dominating the world. twice. Defeated a few beings classified as gods and ultimately survived to tell the tale. This is by far not the weirdest things we’ve been through. Surprising, sure I’ll give you that, but not the strangest thing. ”
“At that you have a point. ”
The two continued riding at a casual pace through the tundra towards its northern border and the gnomish airstrip.
The sky was clear and full of stars. Fireflies were just waking from their long days slumber.
“As the lights of the heavens dance above, so does the light of mortals dance below”
Lodur said, watching the fireflies beginning to bob and sway. He walked down the dock and towards the Inn that lay at it’s end. He had stayed here long ago after the Exodar first crashed. He remembered it as a peaceful place, someplace a person could unwind and spend a restful evening. The dock was clear tonight, there would be no more charters to Menethiel until the morning.
He strode into the inn and up to the counter. The inn keeper, an Elf who had not seen the ravages of war and still bore innocence in here eyes took his coin for both a bed and meal. His meal was a healthy serving of Sand Crawler stew and fresh Moonberry Juice. Lodur ate it happily, a home cooked meal was just what he needed after his boat ride here. After he finished his meal, he stacked his bowls and cups and thanked the inn keeper, leaving a little extra coin behind for her. He made his way up to the top level of the inn and found a bed. With a contented sigh he fell upon the bed. The sound of the waves and the gentle sound of the night’s insects was beginning to lull Lodur to sleep.
Lodur was startled awake by a crash no more then a few feet from his bed. Quickly he leapt from the bed at the ready, brandishing his shield and mace and drawing the power of earth around him to shield him. He had arose so the bed was between him and the ruckus, at the ready he scanned the room. Seeing no immediate threat he lowered his shield and mace, but kept his Earth Shield up.
“Oi! Ye damned goat! Dinna ye eva see a Dwarf stook on ‘er back b’for? ‘lil help be appreciated!”
Lodur looked down on the other side of the bed and saw a Female Dwarf stuck on her back with a pack nearly three times her size pinning her down. If not for the constant stream of obscenities flowing from her mouth Lodur mused it would be a cute and comical scene. He dropped his shield and bent over to help the Dwarf onto her feet.
“Thanks, but dinna ye get any bright ideas abou’ me owin’ ya! Ah ain’t that type of lady!”
She brushed herself off, dropped the bag and sat heavily on a bed close to Lodur’s.
“Don’t worry,” Lodur said in a calm and even voice “I don’t have any bright ideas involving you,” he looked at her and smirked “you’re simply not my type.”
The comment earned a snicker from the diminutive figure
“Ah see yeh have a sense of humor, tha’s good. Names Yeva, me friends call me ‘V’, tha’ be if’in I had any friends.”
She offered her hand, Lodur shook it politely.
“My name is Lodur, My friends call me…” He paused thinking of some of the more… colorful names his guild had referred to him as over the year “well… just call me Lodur. Packed for a long journey I see.”
Lodur motioned to the pack next to the bed. Yeva looked at it and snorted
“Tha’? Nah, it’s me bag of spoils.” She opened the bag to show bits of cloth, armor, weapons and coin. ” ’bout once a fortnight I sneak inna Black fathoms an’ rob those cultish bastages blind.”
Lodur narrowed his eyes, he was not fond of thieves and cutthroats. Noticing the shift in his demeanor, Yeva quickly responded
“Dinna yeh worry her pretty lil’ horned head. Ah dinna kill any o’em and Ah give most of me spoils back to the alliance for the war relief. Ah ain’t a front line fighter, but Ah still be likin’ to help.”
Lodur studied her features for any tells, any sign of the lie, but found none. She seemed genuine enough and didn’t break contact with his eyes when they locked. He relaxed a little then. He watched as she tore off her soft soled boots, stretching and wiggling her toes
“Ah’ma headin to the wetlands in the morning. They be wanting to check the goods makin’ sure there ain’t no Horde magic on it and such. Apparently had a nasty scare when a lowly rogue brought back a rune stone thinkin’ he done good, only for Stormwind ta be findin’ a demon at their door steps. Yeh might have heard of it, Doom Lord Kazsomethingorother, tweren’t pretty.”
Lodur sat back down and dropped his earth shield.
“Yes I heard about that. Unsavory business, details are still unclear as to whether he was beaten back or just got bored. I’ve… dealt with him before. Resilient even by demon standards.”
Yeva nodded and then flopped down onto the bed, laying on her side to look at lodur.
“Well, looks like we be bunk mates t’night. Where yeh headed?”
Lodur eased back propping himself up against the headboard letting out a sigh and release the last of his tensions. He could tell her his plan so far, there was no harm in that.
“I’m heading to Northrend. My guild is already up there. I want to join the expedition to bring down the Lich King.”
Yeva yawned sleepily.
“Northrend eh? Canna say ah’ve been up that ways. My cousin’s a ship’s hand on the Northspear though. I could get yeh a ride up north ways. Hell maybe ah’ll tag along, yeh look like yeh could use the company, and ah’m right bored down ‘ere.”
Lodur set his mace down and reached into his pouch to grab the totem that would act as Sentry for the night.
“Sure,” he said as he turned back towards Yeva “wouldn’t mind the compan…” Lodur’s voice trailed off as he heard the snoring coming from the bed next to him. Lodur smiled and stood up, pulling Yeva’s blanket up over her shoulders and then settling into his own bed, setting his Sentry Totem down next to him.
Been a while since I’ve had a travelling companion, Lodur thought to himself, but I still don’t know if she’s on the level. One day at a time I suppose.
Lodur drifted off to sleep, in the morning he would be one step closer to Northrend.
Lodur stepped off the boat and onto the docks of Dark Shore. He turned and waved his thanks to the crew of the vessel before continuing on to Auberdine at the end of the docks. On the deck of the ship a young sailor nodded at Lodur, the scar across his chest showing clearly through his ripped shirt.
A freak storm after leaving the dock at the Exodar had kept them busy most of the day trying to get here. Lodur had helped as much as possible, but he was no sailor. After a few failed attempts to help secure various parts of the boat he decided to just tend wounded and stay out of the way. A wicked wind had snapped a rope that flailed around like frantic snake. The young sailor had tried to secure the line but it only served to knock him down at an odd angle, and onto a dropped sword on the deck. There was a pool of blood that did not seem like it would end until it had coated the entire deck.
Lodur had gone to work immediately. He slid to the side of the young sailor and turned him over carefully, fear bright in the eyes of a man who knew his death was fast approaching. He ripped the sailor’s shirt open and examined the wound. Lodur reached into a pouch at his side and pulled out a bright green colored gourd. He poured the contents of the gourd, a slightly opaque liquid, onto the wound. The man screamed with such blood curdling force it could be heard clearly over the howl of the wind. Lodur placed one hand on the mans head and the other just about the wound. He began to speak in a whisper almost lost to the gale.
“Spirits of water and air I ask you lend me your strength to mend the wounds of this man. I beseech you to lend me aid”
The wound mended shut slowly leaving a nasty scar across the sailor’s chest. The man passed out from shock but was breathing normally, Lodur carried the man to the bunks and set him down, going back to tend any more wounded that might be there. The storm broke shortly after the incident and the rest of the journey was uneventful. The captain had nodded his thanks to the Shaman as they pulled into the dock.
Now that the boat had arrived in Darkshore they would make repairs to their boat and re-supply. Lodur turned from the boat and faced Auberdine. He had stayed here shortly after the exodar had crashed. He remembered the elves and dwarves here to be good natured and friendly. Perhaps he would spend the night and make passage in the morning. It was quite peaceful here and the effects of the Lich King’s Plague were still far enough away that one could enjoy a quiet evening in the dock side town.
Lodur grabbed the empty gourd from his side and looked at it. Maybe he’d have time to talk to the Druids of Auberdine and ask permission to speak with the spirit of the moonwell and see about replenishing the contents of the gourd. First, lodur thought he would fancy himself some Sand Crawler stew and Moon Berry Juice. The Inn was just at the end of the dock, and he could secure the hot meal and a bed for the night.
Putting one hoof infront of the other, Lodur began to move down the dock and towards the Inn. A smile formed on his face, he had done good this day.
Lodur awoke in the early hours of the morning, but unlike before he felt rested. True to the farseer’s word O’ros had gifted the tired shaman dreamless sleep, and for that he was truly grateful. As Lodur shook the last grips of sleep he was startled to see Nobundo sitting on a stool next to the bed. The old shaman had his eyes closed and a totem held between his hands. A glance around the room told Lodur that they were alone, even the caregiver was nowhere to be seen.
“I see even Breel gives the Farseer wide berth when he makes a house call” Lodur noted a smile forming on his mentors face “but that usually means bad news, doesn’t it?”
Nobundo opened his eyes and regarded Lodur with an apologetic look;
“I regret that you are correct in your conclusion. My news is not that which I would choose to bear. I have spoken at length with the spirits trying to find all before and after your dream. The path however, is blocked from even the oldest of our ancestors. There is naught our efforts can do to pierce the veil.” The Farseer shifted uncomfortably on his stool and placed a hand on Lodur’s shoulder “I’m sure you already know, your dream is a portent to the future. It is an event that is immutable… the dream is the event of your death.”
Lodur had that thought shortly after the dreams began. He had hoped it was just some trick of the skull of Gul’dan, but deep down he knew what it was. He regarded his mentor now, a look of fierce determination about his features; “I do not fear death. I helped slay the Demon General in his own lair, I have walked the gate of time and defended the World Tree, I have paced through the halls of The Eye after dethroning the Bloody Prince of Lies. I have cleansed the temple of our people from the foul stink of the Betrayer and defended the Sunwell from The Deceiver.” Lodur stood slowly. “I have done much good with my time I believe. If I am to die I shall meet it honorably and shall join the line of my people back to the beginning.”
Nobundo stood as well and locked eyes with Lodur “That my boy, is more than most of us can say. You have done much to defend the balance and it has not gone unnoticed. The spirits will watch over you in your journeys. Your ancestors and the essence of all things living will be there with you.” Pride shone in the farseer’s eyes “The only question that remains my pupil, is what path will you choose from here?”
The young shaman stroked his chin thoughtfully; “I hear there is an expedition headed to Northrend. The alliance will surely need healing in the cold wastes of the north. They seek to bring down the Lich King and I’m certain I can lend them a hand and hoof.” the smile of a man with purpose slowly crept onto Lodur’s face “I feel that is my destination. It feels… like the right choice.” Lodur clasped arms with his mentor “Thank you teacher, whether in this life or the next I shall see you again.”
Nobundo nodded and then handed Lodur the totem he had been holding onto. The farseer didn’t say anything, he just patted Lodur on the shoulder, and then headed off to his little area to begin the lessons of the day. Lodur watched him go and then looked at the totem. It was intricately carved and made out of a wood he had never seen. It looked as though all the elements were carved into it, all blending into one another. An object lesson perhaps? He put the totem in his relic pouch then grabbed his backpack. Lodur walked out of the Exodar and casually made his way to the docks. It was time to head to Menethil Harbor and secure passage to Northrend. After all what better place to begin the hunt for the fallen son of Lordaeron?
Lodur guided the Gryphon through the trees of Terrokar Forest and over the walls of Shattrath city. The once city of Light had survived siege many years ago, but was still a shadow of its former glory. A pang of loss coursed through him as he flew towards the mage portals.
They landed lightly in the Terrace of Light, Lodur had taken the scenic route and it was late afternoon. He hopped off the Gryphon and reached to give him more dried meat before sending the avian off. As he strode towards the portal to the Exodar, Lodur saluted Khadgar and Ad’al not wishing to interrupt their conversation. He stood before the portal to the Exodar and stared at it for a long while.
Lodur never liked traveling by portal, he preferred more natural means. Exhaustion from too many shortened nights sleep added to his anxiety as he looked at the swirling blue space of arcane magic. Unfortunately there was no better way to traverse worlds that he knew of other than a ship like the Exodar or the Dark Portal, and he was well aware how those ended. He took a deep breath and stepped forward into the portal. It felt as if his body was being dissolved spreading everywhere in the cosmos, almost as if he could touch infinite awareness. Then slowly he felt himself being pieced together until eventually he was standing once again in the Exodar trying to shake the feeling of cold that had settled in the center of him.
Lodur looked around the Vault of Lights, not much had changed since he last was here. He walked slowly towards the Seat of the Naaru and hung a lazy left heading towards the Crystal Hall. The hall always made him smile. It’s warm rich colors welcoming him home. Striding casually forward he made his way to Farseer Nobundo’s space. Lodur could see the Farseer and a few young pupils eagerly hanging on every word. He could hear the tail end of the lesson as he approached
“Your journey begins with these simple words….” Nobundo said “Everything that is, is alive.”
The pupils nodded and were dismissed. Lodur met the gaze of his mentor and walked up the shallow steps, the students only stopping long enough to marvel at the lightning crackling against the pauldrons of his armor before shuffling off eslewhere in the ship. Nobundo smiled;
“You’ve come a long way to see an old soul young one” the smiled warmed Lodur’s very core.
“No distance is too great to seek words of wisdom from ones teacher, regardless of age” A smile formed on Lodur’s face. The two clasped hands and then embraced the way a father and child would.
“You’ve not come for a long time, I trust this isn’t just a social call.”
Lodur’s smile widened, Nobundo always had a way of cutting to the root of a problem when he wanted to.
“You would be correct. I seek your guidance. I’ve begun to have… dreams of a fashion, more to the point one dream that continues to play in my sleeping minds eye. It has never changed aside from growing in intensity and clarity… I fear I do not know it’s meaning.” Thinking back on the dream, the smile disappeared
“Perhaps it is rather that you are afraid you do know it’s meaning? You believe that I may be able to shed some light on the visions sleep has granted to you? Very well then, sit and let us talk” The old shaman motioned to a series of cushions on the ground. Lodur picked a modest one and lowered himself down waiting for the farseer to do the same “Tell me of this dream my student”
Lodur relayed the events of the dream making sure not to miss anything that might be important. When he finished he observed the old shaman gazing through him pensively. He waited a long time for the Farseer to respond.
“My student there is much that is left unclear I must ask the spirits about this, you may retire for the evening, I shall have more for you by the light of dawn. O’ros will make sure you rest well and that this dream shall not plague you so you might get some duly needed rest.”
Lodur noded he understood that there was likely a complicated chain of events that would lead up to and beyond his dream, and it might take some time for his mentor to find out what those events were.
“Thank you Farseer, I shall see you on the morning’s light”
He stood and made his way back to the Seat of the Naaru and headed off to secure a bed at Caregiver Breel’s Inn for the evening. Answers would come with the dawn he resolved, but for now he would take his master’s advice. Lodur said a quiet thanks to O’ros, sleep was quick to come to the weary shaman.
The dream was always the same. He could feel the Light being ripped from him, draining him of his strength of his very essence, until nothing was left but a shell. He wanted to scream but could find no voice. Truly when the Light was torn from him, it took with it all that made him who he was. As he lay there crippled staring at the night’s star less sky, there appeared from the treeline five figures. The ghost of a Talbuk, the spirit of the hunt accompanied by the shades of the elements strode forward to surround his body. The Talbuk reached down and touched his forehead and the approaching darkness was replaced by a blinding light…
Lodur woke with a start, no matter how many times he had the dream vision it never got any easier. For several months he had been having the vision. It started shortly after he aided in the downfall of the betrayer, Illidan. He had momentarily touched the skull of Gul’dan, and the dreams had plagued him ever since. It always began with intense pain, and ended with the blinding light. All points before and after remained shrouded to him. Lodur stood up slowly, gathering his wits about him weary and exhausted from too many sleepless nights.
“I should talk to the Farseer soon” he spoke aloud to the early morning’s pre light. His voice holding more uncertainty then he cared to admit.
Gathering his belongings, he reached into his backpack for the stone that would summon his mount. It was a smooth, small stone etched with a single rune. He held it in his hand and spoke the command word. Now he waited. It was only a few short seconds after he finished donning his armor and securing his shield that a golden Gryphon landed lightly in front of him. The avian creature cocked it’s head to the side as if to regard Lodur with a sense of irritation. Lodur smiled at the creature and offered it the remnants of the dried meat he had made dinner, and now breakfast out of. He patted the creature’s flank;
“Come my friend,” he said with familiarity in his voice “we have much to do.”
He lept onto the Gryphon’s back and the duo climbed into the air. It was time to see Nobundo.