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Emerging From The Vortex (Part 1)
The warrior known as Undeadmight started his life out the typical way most undead have. Undeadmight was once a cunning warrior for the Alliance, however when the plague had an effect on his post that he was issued at, and as a result he changed. He became the warrior known as Undeadmight. With no where to go, Undeadmight turned to Lady Sylvanis who seemed to be growing ever more popular in the Undercity, and he requsted a solution to this dilema. Lady Sylvanis knew of Undeadmight's once noble deeds and decided to preserve this spirit, however now he would serve under her and the new Undercity. Undeadmight grew fast throughout the ranks and would embark on an adventure that would change everything. 12:48 A.M. Saturday, Undeadmight was sent on a journey to irradicate all within the lost city of Stratholme. All alone inside Stratholme Undeadmight stood no chance against the fiends within these gates. Desperate to survive, Undeadmight fled. Barily escaping through the gates Undeadmight collapsed upon the ground and feigned. A horde hero hunter was journeying with a group he was accustomed to, and as a member and founder of their guild, Order of Dark Shadows, RanonDayo and his companions soon found themselves traveling to the gates of Stratholme. The group came upon a Forsaken Warrior, who at the time was collapsed at the gates with various wounds and seemingly coming into and out of coherency. RanonDayo tells his other companions that he is not going to continue as they have an ally who is wounded and needs attention and to take another in his stead. Helping the fallen warrior to his mount nearby, RanonDayo himself mounts up and sends SnowShadow off to hunt at his leisure as he leads the fallen warrior's mount to Lights Hope Chapel to help tend his wounds. During the long trek back to the Chapel, the Forsaken Warrior regains his conciousness and looks up to see an Orc leading him away from the gates of Stratholme. Weary from his wounds and the battles leading to them, the Forsaken had no strength to break the grasp of the well rested Hunter leading him from his mission."Who are you to take me away from my duties, Orc?""I am RanonDayo, Hero of the Horde, and server of Thrall. Who be you Forsaken?""I am Undeadmight, Server of Sylvanas and Hero of the Horde. Answer my question now that formalities are done with.""You are wounded and need rest to regain your strength Undeadmight. I'm leading you to safety. Once you are well, there will be nothing to stop you from carrying out your mission. Until then, let the members of the Argent Dawn heal your wounds.""You are wise and kind, if not somewhat unknown to me RanonDayo. I thank you for your help. My wounds were obtained at great cost and hardship. I was on a mission for my Dark Lady, and unfortunately I was ambushed before I could carry out that mission. If not for you, I would be dead, and but a whisper on the wind.""My friend, Members of my union are within Stratholme, leading a fight against the Baron who calls that place his home. I gave my spot up to another to help get you into a more proper fighting spirit. I hope that my companions fare well within those walls."At that, the Forsaken, known as Undeadmight loses himself to darkness as they approach the Chapel. RanonDayo, having heard the Warrior's name through various channels kept silent vigil until the Warrior was back from the grounds of Oblivion. A week long trial of healers, potions, salves and prayers were said for the Warrior.RanonDayo, who had seen the remnants of his companions return from Stratholme was none to pleased at word of some of the monsters and minions lurking within. Having sent a letter to the Dark Lady herself, he was soon pleased to learn he was to accompany the champion of Under City, Undeadmight on his journey to rid the land of the feared and insolent Dwarven Wizard known as Icebeard.He reported the news to Undeadmight, who was astonished to see that the Dark Lady had given an Orc special orders. But, was soon won over as he received news of the accomplishments of the Hunter who had found him dying at the gates after being ambushed. Together, they got their armor and weapons repaired, restocked on supplies and ammunition, sharpened their blades, and in silence, vowed to die together victorious, or in failure, as true comrades of the Horde would do.Together, they rode from the Chapel to the Gates of Stratholme. Ever vigilant for an attack, they reached the gates without incident. A piercing whistle cut through the air, and a large snow colored cat appeared to the Forsaken. Ranondayo stayed his friends blade."Relax, my friend, tis my companion for many seasons now, SnowShadow is a force to be reckoned with in battle, as you will soon see within these walls, for death will be given mercilessly by the three of us.""Ah! The cat that has been heralded as the greatest pet a hunter could have! For many seasons I have heard your companions name, but never the name of the Hunter who tamed him! I have waited for the day to meet the Hero of Thrall and the Master given his own Union of champions. Ranondayo, let me join your ranks, my blade is offered to serve the union of Order of Dark Shadows! Allow me this honor!""Friend, you were given that honor the moment I knew your name, for I have heard of your deeds and triumphs as well. And those that were already in the ranks of my command eagerly voted for your induction to the 2nd in command. Knowing that we will emerge victorius with two heros commanding their abilities."
The two comrades stared at the Gates of Stratholme, steeling themselves for the battles they were about to face and the evil wizard they swore to destroy. Nodding silently to eachother they walked in, leaving the clammy and deathly silent air of the Plaguelands and entering a new and unforseen enemy.
They emerged into a narrow walkway, groups of ghouls, zombies and skeletons wandered mindlessly before them. Undeadmight readied his shield and drew his blade, RanonDayo knocked an arrow to his bow and drew the string taught, aiming intently, Snowshadow growled menacingly, baring sharp fangs and extending his claws, ready to pounce when his master commanded."Undeadmight, you have the armor, I shall stand back and wait for your attack, Snowshadow will follow behind you to keep them grouped together."Undeadmight smiled evilly beneath his helm, "Just make sure those Roasting Spits you use for Arrows hit their targets, Orc"Laughing, Undeadmight charged into the closest group, Snowshadow dashing in behind as the "twang" of the bowstring and the clangs and clanks of metal upon metal and the beastial roar of Snowshadow ripped through the silence. Bones fell to the ground, as enemy after enemy fell before the trio. Soon, they found themselves within a large expansive room. Breathing heavily they sat catching their breath in a dark corner, mending their wounds and sharing a silent meal to regain some energy.Undeadmight wandered around, sword in hand as he yearned for a battle. RanonDayo looked at him and uneasiness filled him."My friend, come back here, something does not bode right in this room, I fear there may be a trap."Undeadmight knowing his companions ability to detect things solemnly agreed and returned to their corner, RanonDayo let his eyes sweep over the room and stole slowly to the cent of the room, setting a trap of fire down and backing up to his former position.
Not moments after returning to the safety of the shadows did two large doors open and the sounds of merriment and feasting reached the comrades ears. RanonDayo looked through the doors and motioned to Undeadmight that he had spotted their target roaming drunkenly to the doors.Undeadmight smiled wickedly and remarked in a hoarse whisper, "We end this now!"
Without warning and unable to be restrained, Undeadmight let forth a might warcry and charged at the Dwarf, Snowshadow followed suit as RanonDayo began to reach for his bow, but instead, grabbed both of his axes and ran headlong after his comrades.
The sounds of two battle cries, and a deathly roar caused the drunken wizard to turn and face the commotion. He smiled wickedly as his hands began to glow with a blue light, unleashing the power of Frost at the warrior, Undeadmight's charge slowed at the impact. The Hunter and cat still running full speed knocked the wizard out of his ability to summon another spell, Undeadmight soon regained his composure and ran into the fray using his shield to render the Dwarf unable to cast spells they soon finished him off.
RanonDayo sat down to drink some water and cleanse his wounds and motioned for SnowShadow to eat as well. Undeadmight, who remained standing over the deceased dwarf's carcass noticed something.
"Hey, Ranon, this here stonehopper has a pendant, I think it might hold his power, I'm gonna destroy it so no one else can use it against the Horde."
Before RanonDayo could move or say anything, Undeadmight's sword cut through the air and rang upon the stone steps with a resounding echo, the pendant the dwarf had been wearing exploded with an awesome light, temporarily blinding the two fighters, and severing the dwarf's head from his body.
Jumping up the steps, Ranondayo laid a heavy hand to the back of the Warrior's head.
"Fool Warrior! Did your brains rot from your skull ages ago? Or more recently? You could have killed us!", A look of disgust upon Ranon's face as he saw bits of undead flesh clinging to his hand.
"Nay, but if Rot was hot, I'd be a volcano!" Undeadmight exclaimed as he laughed.Unnoticed by the two arguing, a large crimson vortex began to take shape at the top of the stairs, a unworldly sound resounding from within. They looked back and stopped arguing. Debating on what to do now, and what was coming through to battle with.
Ever the joker, Undeadmight looked at RanonDayo and laughed while walking towards the vortex.
"Come on Friend! Let us see what awaits us beyond!"
With that, Undeadmight dove headlong into the vortex. Leaving RanonDayo and SnowShadow looking at eachother momentarily.
"Fool Forsaken.....Why did I ever bother saving him? Well, SnowShadow, let us go save our friend from whatever he's gotten himself into this time shall we?"
The two ran into the Vortex as it shattered behind them. Leaving the room silent and still, only a beheaded dwarven corpse remained. No signs of anything else were within the room.
The two comrades stared at the Gates of Stratholme, steeling themselves for the battles they were about to face and the evil wizard they swore to destroy. Nodding silently to eachother they walked in, leaving the clammy and deathly silent air of the Plaguelands and entering a new and unforseen enemy.
They emerged into a narrow walkway, groups of ghouls, zombies and skeletons wandered mindlessly before them. Undeadmight readied his shield and drew his blade, RanonDayo knocked an arrow to his bow and drew the string taught, aiming intently, Snowshadow growled menacingly, baring sharp fangs and extending his claws, ready to pounce when his master commanded."Undeadmight, you have the armor, I shall stand back and wait for your attack, Snowshadow will follow behind you to keep them grouped together."Undeadmight smiled evilly beneath his helm, "Just make sure those Roasting Spits you use for Arrows hit their targets, Orc"Laughing, Undeadmight charged into the closest group, Snowshadow dashing in behind as the "twang" of the bowstring and the clangs and clanks of metal upon metal and the beastial roar of Snowshadow ripped through the silence. Bones fell to the ground, as enemy after enemy fell before the trio. Soon, they found themselves within a large expansive room. Breathing heavily they sat catching their breath in a dark corner, mending their wounds and sharing a silent meal to regain some energy.Undeadmight wandered around, sword in hand as he yearned for a battle. RanonDayo looked at him and uneasiness filled him."My friend, come back here, something does not bode right in this room, I fear there may be a trap."Undeadmight knowing his companions ability to detect things solemnly agreed and returned to their corner, RanonDayo let his eyes sweep over the room and stole slowly to the cent of the room, setting a trap of fire down and backing up to his former position.
Not moments after returning to the safety of the shadows did two large doors open and the sounds of merriment and feasting reached the comrades ears. RanonDayo looked through the doors and motioned to Undeadmight that he had spotted their target roaming drunkenly to the doors.Undeadmight smiled wickedly and remarked in a hoarse whisper, "We end this now!"
Without warning and unable to be restrained, Undeadmight let forth a might warcry and charged at the Dwarf, Snowshadow followed suit as RanonDayo began to reach for his bow, but instead, grabbed both of his axes and ran headlong after his comrades.
The sounds of two battle cries, and a deathly roar caused the drunken wizard to turn and face the commotion. He smiled wickedly as his hands began to glow with a blue light, unleashing the power of Frost at the warrior, Undeadmight's charge slowed at the impact. The Hunter and cat still running full speed knocked the wizard out of his ability to summon another spell, Undeadmight soon regained his composure and ran into the fray using his shield to render the Dwarf unable to cast spells they soon finished him off.
RanonDayo sat down to drink some water and cleanse his wounds and motioned for SnowShadow to eat as well. Undeadmight, who remained standing over the deceased dwarf's carcass noticed something.
"Hey, Ranon, this here stonehopper has a pendant, I think it might hold his power, I'm gonna destroy it so no one else can use it against the Horde."
Before RanonDayo could move or say anything, Undeadmight's sword cut through the air and rang upon the stone steps with a resounding echo, the pendant the dwarf had been wearing exploded with an awesome light, temporarily blinding the two fighters, and severing the dwarf's head from his body.
Jumping up the steps, Ranondayo laid a heavy hand to the back of the Warrior's head.
"Fool Warrior! Did your brains rot from your skull ages ago? Or more recently? You could have killed us!", A look of disgust upon Ranon's face as he saw bits of undead flesh clinging to his hand.
"Nay, but if Rot was hot, I'd be a volcano!" Undeadmight exclaimed as he laughed.Unnoticed by the two arguing, a large crimson vortex began to take shape at the top of the stairs, a unworldly sound resounding from within. They looked back and stopped arguing. Debating on what to do now, and what was coming through to battle with.
Ever the joker, Undeadmight looked at RanonDayo and laughed while walking towards the vortex.
"Come on Friend! Let us see what awaits us beyond!"
With that, Undeadmight dove headlong into the vortex. Leaving RanonDayo and SnowShadow looking at eachother momentarily.
"Fool Forsaken.....Why did I ever bother saving him? Well, SnowShadow, let us go save our friend from whatever he's gotten himself into this time shall we?"
The two ran into the Vortex as it shattered behind them. Leaving the room silent and still, only a beheaded dwarven corpse remained. No signs of anything else were within the room.
Emerging From The Vortex (Part 2)
Blackness stole into RanonDayo’s vision. The sounds of battles long since fought, and those soon to come reached his ears from the veil of darkness that shadowed his vision. No longer could he feel anything around him. His hands closed on nothingness, his legs moved unhindered as if walking on air. He resolved himself that he was indeed dead and willed himself to be taken freely to the lands of his ancestors.
An eruption of sunlight blinded RanonDayo as he found himself collapsed on a small hill. He looked around, as his vision began to clear and noticed he was no longer in Azeroth…but somewhere more sinister and evil. He stretched, and stood, surveying his surroundings. Nothing but a dusty breeze greeted his ears, silence beyond that. His voice hoarse from his journey through the vortex he called for Undeadmight, hoping to see his friend shaken but alive. No answer was he given.
He looked around and headed south, looking intently for any signs of his Warrior friend and companion. Expansive wastelands greeted him in every direction. Rounding a large boulder Ranondayo fell to his knees, rage and bloodlust surging through his veins as he saw the sight before him. Carrion Birds were feasting on the remains of SnowShadow, who had, from the looks of things emerged from the vortex only to be killed upon landing against the mountainous rocks. Grabbing for his axes RanonDayo went headlong into the birds, slaying them undauntedly, blood was the color of his vision, and only the blood of the birds would ease the pain in his heart and quench the bloodlust of his mind…if only momentarily to avenge the death of his lifelong companion.
The destruction and deathly scene before him sent him into a mild state of hallucination…he could see SnowShadow prowling towards him, teeth bared in a recognizing grin…his eyes closed at the sight of his companion’s spirit leaving the ethereal world forever. Hours had passed when he opened his eyes. Using his axes he dug a grave, silently wishing his companion a better life and a farewell as he covered SnowShadow’s grave, leaving behind within the grave, blood from a wound he had made on his own arm to remember his pet and in hopes of SnowShadow recognizing him when he finally joined him in the world beyond.
RanonDayo stood and walked from the grave, turning his head back to look only once in broken heartedness at his loss, before continuing southward. He called forth his mount and slowly trekked across the expanse before him, ever searching for his uncanny and joking companion Undeadmight.
Rounding a cliff face, he came upon a small encampment, full of fellow Horde Members, but unwary as he was, RanonDayo cautiously and slowly approached the camp. He was hailed in greeting as a member of the Horde, though none knew him by name or even recognized him as a Horde Champion when he told them his name. He soon learned he was in the wastelands of Outland, the home of the Orcs before the opening of the Dark Portal. He asked around, searching for news of a Forsaken Warrior fitting Undeadmights description…no one had seen such a warrior come through.
Using what little money he had left, RanonDayo resupplied himself and set of westward, killing anything to pass the time until he could find his friend and reclaim a companion worthy of taking SnowShadow’s place by his side.
Coming to a small canyon pathway Ranondayo saw giant bug-like creatures who showed amazing speed, agility, cunning, and ruthlessness. He watched their colony for many hours, biding his time to lure one from the rest and attempt to gain its companionship. A few hours after the world darkened to the moon’s rising, RanonDayo stole silently down to the colony, focusing on the very creature he would attempt to tame. One that looked the most ferocious and had the most respect among it’s kind. He set down a trap of ice, knowing that would by him time to complete the taming ritual and targeted the beast. With a fierce growl and surprising speed the creature hurled towards him, oblivious to the trap between it and its tormentor. The trap sprang, encasing the beast within a large block of ice. RanonDayo continued unhindered with the taming ritual. The ice block dissolved and the beast looked at him quizzically for a moment, then joined him unafraid at his side. He offered the beast a few hunks of meat to please it and leaned against the rocky cliff behind him, watching the beast feast voraciously upon the meat.
“What to call you my new friend…only time will tell…I can only hope you are as ferocious in protecting me as you were in attacking.” A low growl rumbled from the beasts throat as if it had understood what he had said in passing. Together they ventured farther west, leaving the barren landscape and entering the marshlands he soon learned were known as Zangarmarsh. He continued on his way, the beast he commanded now fighting along side him with deadly accuracy and a chilling taste for violence. RanonDayo thought SnowShadow’s Spirit had come to reclaim an earthly embodiment to continue life with his Master he served for so many seasons.
“My friend, I believe I shall call you BrambleThorn. Bramble for the bushes and vegetation I had to fight my former companion in, and Thorn from those spikes you have protruding from you as a kind of deterrent armor plating.” RanonDayo threw BrambleThorn a piece of flesh and they continued onward, Bramblethorn noisily munching on it’s food.
Leaving the marshlands they came across rolling hills, creeks, lakes, and plains. A slight breeze greeted them, removing the stagnant odors of the marsh. Kicking his mount into motion they headed Eastward, and came to the encampment of Garadar. He left his mount to rest and stabled Bramblethorn, who immediately took up dominance within the stables, making the rest of the stabled pets cower in submission, to which RanonDayo was asked to pay a few more gold in fees to keep such a beast penned up.
RanonDayo roamed through the encampment, searching for word of a Warrior fitting Undeadmight’s description and mannerisms. Those he spoke to said they had seen and spoken to such a warrior, but he had not called himself by that name. Ranondayo returned to his mount and reclaimed BrambleThorn from the stables, much to the stablemaster’s relief, and continued on his way slightly puzzled at what he had learned.
He ventured out into the plains and hills of this new place and came upon a Forsaken Warrior battling a large hairy beast. He hailed to the warrior, calling out to him by Undeadmight. The Warrior seemingly ignored him, continuing to fight the beast. RanonDayo unleashed BrambleThorn who had been skittering back and forth impatiently at the beast and proceeded to fire a few arrows as well. The beast fell and the Warrior turned to him.
“Hail Friend. Who are you and where do you hail from? Oh, my apologies, my thanks for helping me with this brute. Nasty creatures these clefthoof bulls. More bullheaded than a Tauren Warrior and less Brains than a Gnomish Mage.”
“Hail Friend. I am RanonDayo, Hero of the Horde, Servant of Thrall, and searching for my companion Undeadmight. A Warrior you bear a strong resemblance to. We were taken into a Vortex of some kind and I was deposited in the wastelands of this place and ventured through the Marshlands and now here, in hopes of finding him alive and to give him a good knock on that skull of his when I find him.”
“Well, RanonDayo, you are not unknown to me, as your friend did happen to stumble upon us here in Garadar. Sadly though, your friend is no longer with us, except in spirit. He happened upon Tusker, a wicked nasty creature who has no mercy for anything. He was taken down and layed dying, even with what healing our healers could do near the bonfire of our encampment. I was taking vigil over him to ensure no one else but our healers came close to him. He confided in me about a Hunter of great power and legend. He spoke of a beast no hunter would try to tame because of the sheer ferocity of the creature and the death at which it likes to cause. He said, “No Hunter, but he who calls himself RanonDayo. That Orc is not one to test for his companions are nothing if but his equals in dealing death and carnage. He’s not one to back down from a fight, nor will he back down from taming any creature they say is too ferocious to handle or keep as a companion.” He mentioned the death of SnowShadow, saying that the death of that companion alone would make you stronger and search for a beast worthy of SnowShadow’s spirit. And I see you have found just a creature. And believe me, I’ve tangled with those Ravagers many a time. Down right nasty things. Incapable of fleeing from danger, they would rather die causing death than to flee. Even those caught alone are something no one likes to get involved with. Yet, here you are and have one obeying you.”
“My name, RanonDayo, is ForsakenWill. I have donned the armaments of your companion Undeadmight at his request so that when you arrived his spirit would live on through me as a friend and new found Hero of the Horde. It would honor me if you allowed me to fulfill Undeadmight’s last request of fighting by your side until we die with honor!”
“Forsakenwill, you are welcome to fight by my side until the gates of Death claim our spirits. I don’t know how, or why, but I too saw Undeadmight’s dying wish as he passed. I also felt his spirit leave his body when he released his last words to you. I am honored to have you as a friend.”
Together the newly rejoined friends, and the two spirits of those who had fought with them and through them continued their journey, besting rivals everywhere they went, exploring new lands and taming unfortold missions.
The pair came across a new being that they had never seen before. An Elf, but from the looks of things one that did not serve the Alliance but the Horde. The two companions hailed the Elf, and approached in caution. She turned and hailed them in return. Seemingly unafraid of the two battle seasoned companions.
“Hail Brothers of the Horde, I am Ixxi. A Blood Elf in league with the Horde and fellow fighter against the Alliance. And well standing member of Alea Iacta Est. The union of members I serve with.”
“Hail Ixxi. I am RanonDayo and this is my companion ForsakenWill. We are new to this place. Give us a moment if you will and we will relate our story.”
“Aye, come with me, we shall sit and drink to your good will and to the Glory of the Horde.” Ixxi smiles to them both.
Moments later, after much questioning of the two companions, and in turn being questioned herself about AIE and the union of her brothers and sisters, they share laughs at some of the problems they have faced and conquered.
“Pardon for interrupting the banter and laughs, but M’lady Ixxi, do you suppose RanonDayo and I may become members of your union and fight along side you in the name of the Horde?” ForsakenWill asks suddenly.
“Of Course! We are always looking for well seasoned fighters to join our cause. Fill out this application with your name and seasons you have traveled and we’ll get you squared away post haste.” Ixxi responds.
Thus, the story of RanonDayo and ForsakenWill begins anew in the universe of Earthen Ring, new members of Alea Iacta Est.
An eruption of sunlight blinded RanonDayo as he found himself collapsed on a small hill. He looked around, as his vision began to clear and noticed he was no longer in Azeroth…but somewhere more sinister and evil. He stretched, and stood, surveying his surroundings. Nothing but a dusty breeze greeted his ears, silence beyond that. His voice hoarse from his journey through the vortex he called for Undeadmight, hoping to see his friend shaken but alive. No answer was he given.
He looked around and headed south, looking intently for any signs of his Warrior friend and companion. Expansive wastelands greeted him in every direction. Rounding a large boulder Ranondayo fell to his knees, rage and bloodlust surging through his veins as he saw the sight before him. Carrion Birds were feasting on the remains of SnowShadow, who had, from the looks of things emerged from the vortex only to be killed upon landing against the mountainous rocks. Grabbing for his axes RanonDayo went headlong into the birds, slaying them undauntedly, blood was the color of his vision, and only the blood of the birds would ease the pain in his heart and quench the bloodlust of his mind…if only momentarily to avenge the death of his lifelong companion.
The destruction and deathly scene before him sent him into a mild state of hallucination…he could see SnowShadow prowling towards him, teeth bared in a recognizing grin…his eyes closed at the sight of his companion’s spirit leaving the ethereal world forever. Hours had passed when he opened his eyes. Using his axes he dug a grave, silently wishing his companion a better life and a farewell as he covered SnowShadow’s grave, leaving behind within the grave, blood from a wound he had made on his own arm to remember his pet and in hopes of SnowShadow recognizing him when he finally joined him in the world beyond.
RanonDayo stood and walked from the grave, turning his head back to look only once in broken heartedness at his loss, before continuing southward. He called forth his mount and slowly trekked across the expanse before him, ever searching for his uncanny and joking companion Undeadmight.
Rounding a cliff face, he came upon a small encampment, full of fellow Horde Members, but unwary as he was, RanonDayo cautiously and slowly approached the camp. He was hailed in greeting as a member of the Horde, though none knew him by name or even recognized him as a Horde Champion when he told them his name. He soon learned he was in the wastelands of Outland, the home of the Orcs before the opening of the Dark Portal. He asked around, searching for news of a Forsaken Warrior fitting Undeadmights description…no one had seen such a warrior come through.
Using what little money he had left, RanonDayo resupplied himself and set of westward, killing anything to pass the time until he could find his friend and reclaim a companion worthy of taking SnowShadow’s place by his side.
Coming to a small canyon pathway Ranondayo saw giant bug-like creatures who showed amazing speed, agility, cunning, and ruthlessness. He watched their colony for many hours, biding his time to lure one from the rest and attempt to gain its companionship. A few hours after the world darkened to the moon’s rising, RanonDayo stole silently down to the colony, focusing on the very creature he would attempt to tame. One that looked the most ferocious and had the most respect among it’s kind. He set down a trap of ice, knowing that would by him time to complete the taming ritual and targeted the beast. With a fierce growl and surprising speed the creature hurled towards him, oblivious to the trap between it and its tormentor. The trap sprang, encasing the beast within a large block of ice. RanonDayo continued unhindered with the taming ritual. The ice block dissolved and the beast looked at him quizzically for a moment, then joined him unafraid at his side. He offered the beast a few hunks of meat to please it and leaned against the rocky cliff behind him, watching the beast feast voraciously upon the meat.
“What to call you my new friend…only time will tell…I can only hope you are as ferocious in protecting me as you were in attacking.” A low growl rumbled from the beasts throat as if it had understood what he had said in passing. Together they ventured farther west, leaving the barren landscape and entering the marshlands he soon learned were known as Zangarmarsh. He continued on his way, the beast he commanded now fighting along side him with deadly accuracy and a chilling taste for violence. RanonDayo thought SnowShadow’s Spirit had come to reclaim an earthly embodiment to continue life with his Master he served for so many seasons.
“My friend, I believe I shall call you BrambleThorn. Bramble for the bushes and vegetation I had to fight my former companion in, and Thorn from those spikes you have protruding from you as a kind of deterrent armor plating.” RanonDayo threw BrambleThorn a piece of flesh and they continued onward, Bramblethorn noisily munching on it’s food.
Leaving the marshlands they came across rolling hills, creeks, lakes, and plains. A slight breeze greeted them, removing the stagnant odors of the marsh. Kicking his mount into motion they headed Eastward, and came to the encampment of Garadar. He left his mount to rest and stabled Bramblethorn, who immediately took up dominance within the stables, making the rest of the stabled pets cower in submission, to which RanonDayo was asked to pay a few more gold in fees to keep such a beast penned up.
RanonDayo roamed through the encampment, searching for word of a Warrior fitting Undeadmight’s description and mannerisms. Those he spoke to said they had seen and spoken to such a warrior, but he had not called himself by that name. Ranondayo returned to his mount and reclaimed BrambleThorn from the stables, much to the stablemaster’s relief, and continued on his way slightly puzzled at what he had learned.
He ventured out into the plains and hills of this new place and came upon a Forsaken Warrior battling a large hairy beast. He hailed to the warrior, calling out to him by Undeadmight. The Warrior seemingly ignored him, continuing to fight the beast. RanonDayo unleashed BrambleThorn who had been skittering back and forth impatiently at the beast and proceeded to fire a few arrows as well. The beast fell and the Warrior turned to him.
“Hail Friend. Who are you and where do you hail from? Oh, my apologies, my thanks for helping me with this brute. Nasty creatures these clefthoof bulls. More bullheaded than a Tauren Warrior and less Brains than a Gnomish Mage.”
“Hail Friend. I am RanonDayo, Hero of the Horde, Servant of Thrall, and searching for my companion Undeadmight. A Warrior you bear a strong resemblance to. We were taken into a Vortex of some kind and I was deposited in the wastelands of this place and ventured through the Marshlands and now here, in hopes of finding him alive and to give him a good knock on that skull of his when I find him.”
“Well, RanonDayo, you are not unknown to me, as your friend did happen to stumble upon us here in Garadar. Sadly though, your friend is no longer with us, except in spirit. He happened upon Tusker, a wicked nasty creature who has no mercy for anything. He was taken down and layed dying, even with what healing our healers could do near the bonfire of our encampment. I was taking vigil over him to ensure no one else but our healers came close to him. He confided in me about a Hunter of great power and legend. He spoke of a beast no hunter would try to tame because of the sheer ferocity of the creature and the death at which it likes to cause. He said, “No Hunter, but he who calls himself RanonDayo. That Orc is not one to test for his companions are nothing if but his equals in dealing death and carnage. He’s not one to back down from a fight, nor will he back down from taming any creature they say is too ferocious to handle or keep as a companion.” He mentioned the death of SnowShadow, saying that the death of that companion alone would make you stronger and search for a beast worthy of SnowShadow’s spirit. And I see you have found just a creature. And believe me, I’ve tangled with those Ravagers many a time. Down right nasty things. Incapable of fleeing from danger, they would rather die causing death than to flee. Even those caught alone are something no one likes to get involved with. Yet, here you are and have one obeying you.”
“My name, RanonDayo, is ForsakenWill. I have donned the armaments of your companion Undeadmight at his request so that when you arrived his spirit would live on through me as a friend and new found Hero of the Horde. It would honor me if you allowed me to fulfill Undeadmight’s last request of fighting by your side until we die with honor!”
“Forsakenwill, you are welcome to fight by my side until the gates of Death claim our spirits. I don’t know how, or why, but I too saw Undeadmight’s dying wish as he passed. I also felt his spirit leave his body when he released his last words to you. I am honored to have you as a friend.”
Together the newly rejoined friends, and the two spirits of those who had fought with them and through them continued their journey, besting rivals everywhere they went, exploring new lands and taming unfortold missions.
The pair came across a new being that they had never seen before. An Elf, but from the looks of things one that did not serve the Alliance but the Horde. The two companions hailed the Elf, and approached in caution. She turned and hailed them in return. Seemingly unafraid of the two battle seasoned companions.
“Hail Brothers of the Horde, I am Ixxi. A Blood Elf in league with the Horde and fellow fighter against the Alliance. And well standing member of Alea Iacta Est. The union of members I serve with.”
“Hail Ixxi. I am RanonDayo and this is my companion ForsakenWill. We are new to this place. Give us a moment if you will and we will relate our story.”
“Aye, come with me, we shall sit and drink to your good will and to the Glory of the Horde.” Ixxi smiles to them both.
Moments later, after much questioning of the two companions, and in turn being questioned herself about AIE and the union of her brothers and sisters, they share laughs at some of the problems they have faced and conquered.
“Pardon for interrupting the banter and laughs, but M’lady Ixxi, do you suppose RanonDayo and I may become members of your union and fight along side you in the name of the Horde?” ForsakenWill asks suddenly.
“Of Course! We are always looking for well seasoned fighters to join our cause. Fill out this application with your name and seasons you have traveled and we’ll get you squared away post haste.” Ixxi responds.
Thus, the story of RanonDayo and ForsakenWill begins anew in the universe of Earthen Ring, new members of Alea Iacta Est.
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