G'day, I'm JooneX. I'm a Roleplayer/WoW player, and I like to write stories about the experiences with my characters, and sometimes, I just come up with something when I am bored.
Thus far, I've made three different stories, and the fourth is in developement. And I belive that unlike in the WoWEu forums, here I could get some feedback.
Enough with this, onto the stories.

Lone page in the wind.

A piece of paper flies in the air, it is from a letter...

Today, I traveled from Birmwood, I chose the mountain path, for the chapel guards the entrance to the city, and the Forsaken hold their outpost in the woods.
Boss told me to follow someone, a rebel apparently.
He traveled to the mountains of Arathi Highlands, where he stopped at an excavation site, big ruins, filled with Dwarves.
Heh, their village is in ruins in Birmwood, and yet those who live outside of Birmwood, still reside in ruins...
I heard two of the Dwarves talk about a city named "Ironforge" whatever that is. I found the rebel discussin with a Dwarf who was apparently in charge, they went inside a tent. I started to listen to the conversation on the other side, next to a big ale keg. They discussed about the chapel, and that the rebels would need aid...
At this point, a Dwarf walked up to the keg, not seeming to notice me as he filled his tankard with ale. He then turned around and took some bread. I tried to sneak away, but sadly, I tripped onto a rock, it alarmed the two inside the tent as I could not hear their discussion agen.
I noticed a large pile of crates and kegs, all filled with food and ale. I decided to take some back with me for you and the kids, I was caught by the Dwarf who had not seen me earlier.
He called the rebel inside the tent, along with the Dwarf who had accompanied him.
They got the information out of me, and they placed me inside a tent, they did not notice a candle next to me, I used it to burn the robes on my arms and then I ignited the whole tent, allowing me to escape.

Now, I am writing this because I know that boss will send others after me...With this letter, there comes a small loaf of bread for you and the kids.
Donot worry, boss will not come after you. Stay away from the bridge, keep the doors locked and never, EVER, open it to anyone.
I will remember you all, the afterlife shall not erase my memories, with love. Garduf.

So flies the paper to the skies, the letter that holds the final words of a man...Cruel is life, but in the end, it is rewarded..


Sorrow of the Frozentusk


In the cold mountains of Icecrown, near the village of Jotunheim, there is a hut hidden in between three hills. There, a wyvern rests on its nest, sleeping silently, guarding the entrance. A strong breeze of cold wind arrives, going inside, exstinguishin the candles...

Hmm? The Troll turns around as he looks at the candle, standing on a table. Letting out a small sigh, he ignites the candle once agen, revealing the pale face of the Undead Troll knight, before continuing his writing onto a parchment.
I be seein' 'lot of things, I be seein' 'ow da 'Orde and da Alliance defeat da Scourge, I be seein' 'ow da Destroyah be ruinin' da lands of Azeroth. I be seein' 'ow da Alliance and da 'Orde be defendin' dis world from da demons of da Legion, and yet dey be at war...
I be Zormakush Bloodtusk...Or dat I used to beh...I be gettin' no peace unlike da otha mons...I be cursed to live as one of dem Undead...

The Troll finishes his writing as he sighs. He went outside and patted his Wyvern, waking it up and mounting it. The Wyvern flew two days, untill finally, it reached the flowing mage kingdom of Dalaran. Where Zurmakush landed onto the Sunreaver Sanctuary. The Wyvern rose once again, and flew off, leaving Zurmakush alone.
He walked up to a mage and paid him a small pouch of gold, the mage took the pouch and conjured a portal for the troll.
Zurmakush jumped onto the portal as it took him to the Orc capital of Orgrimmar, he went to the stable keeper and bought a raptor ride to the southern coast of Durotar, the Troll village named "Sen'jin Village" where he took a boat ride to the nearby Echo Isles.
There, Zurmakush walked to the inland of the main island, and watched how Trolls much younger than him, trained for their future. Many avoided Zurmakush, an knight of the Undead is not a wanted sight, let alone a good sight.
Zurmakush walked to a Shaman who was teaching the young Trolls, and asked for a favor.
The two trolls left back to Orgrimmar, where they took a zeppelin to the great Tauren city of Thunderbluff.
Zurmakush and the shaman, Ron'jin received a warm welcome from an old Tauren druid named Balurf. Who took the Trolls to the Pools of Vision

There, Zurmakush walked to the middle of the pool, as Balurf and Ron'jin stood behind him, and began to channel a spell.
Soon, a young, red haired Troll rose from the water, a mage apparently.
The mage began to speak. What ya be wantin'? From da great Zormakush Bloodtusk?
Zurmakush and the imagine discussed long, untill the imagine began to fade, falling back to the water. Zurmakush sighed before he thanked Ron'jin and Balurf for their help, he then went to the nearest stable keeper and bought a Wyvern ride.
Now, Zurmakush was returning back home, to the frozen wastelands of Northrend, the trip was long no doubt, two months...But eventually, Zurmakush would reach his hut...His home...His...Peace..

Zurmakush Frozen tusk, formely known as Zormakush Bloodtusk...The only son of Zul'jan Bloodtusk


The Guardian

You are walking trough a thick forest, nothing but a simple forest, but it is told, that in nighttime, it comes to life. But those are nothing but the stories of the children, heheh...
Suddenly, you spot light in the distance, as you walk towards it, you encounter a man in plain white robes. The man looks up to you and smiles, asking you to sit down.
As you sit down, the man begins to speak, in a warm, peacefull tone.

Azeroth, a world with many secrets...You are about to hear one of these secrets, so pay attention, but remember, once learned, it cannot be unlearned.
This is a story about someone who protects the living beings of Azeroth..."The Guardian" is what they call him, and he is, you ask? He is the guardian of the souls.
Somewhere in the seas of Azeroth, his castle flies above the sea, but sometimes, it comes down either to the Kalimdor or to the Eastern Kingdoms.
Inside his castle, there is a throne room, the voices of men, women, children, and happines fill the air....But, below the floor, in the cellar. You can hear screams of agony and overall sorrow...

It is true what they say, after death you shall find your happy place and peace...But for some, they will find only sorrow and pain..
Those who are truly good, shall have a place in the hall, but those who dedicate their lives to cause misery, shall find themselves in the cellar, for all eternity..

It is told that the Guardian himself does not posses any powers, he would be infact a mere mortal, but the weapon of the Guardian, would be the key for his powers and immortality.
An axe, with the green orbs of life circling it. But there is a catch, the axe does not reveal it's powers to anyone else than to its owner, to the Guardian.
Trough the time, there have been some who have dared to challenge the Guardian into a duel with the power and title of the Guardian as a reward...Only one has even damaged him, and now he serves as the henchman of the Guardian.

But, a legend tells that the axe is not the only weapon of the Guardian, but that there would be three different weapons aswell! A knife, a staff, and a sword.
All scattered over Azeroth, and the Twisting Nether...

So if you wish to be lucky and haul these artifacts, you should seek the orb of translocation, wich is found in the hall of the Guardians castle.
Recent rumours tell that there is a flying castle in shores of the now dead kingdom of Lordaeron.

I must take my leave now, but fear not adventurer, for I shall leave the light here, to protect you from the dark.

On your final moments of sight before falling asleep, you see the man removing his white robes and placing it over you, the man turns around and leaves, you began to fall asleep. But then you notice something large...Something sharp...An axe....
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There, all of my three stories in one post. Please, give me feedback, and keep the comments proper and civil, for I know that some of you might not enjoy WoW, donot go commenting on how it sucks and should be removed from existance.
That's pretty much it I think.