A battle that is typical
Licidion - October 26, 2005
*Licidion sits in a big comfy chair, holding a Hickory Pipe
between his teeth, slowly breathing it in, though the smoke
escapes from the holes in his tabard. Placing it to the side, he
gives what can only be assumed as a grin*
Hello kids. It's time for another story, as I'm sure you've
longed to hear.
*unlike previous encounters with Licidion, his voice sounds very
intelligent, and almost has a softness in nature, as if he was
talking to a child. Picking a book up from the table, he opened
it to a blank page, though he began to 'read' from it
nonetheless.*
There once was a time in the Badlands when huge dragons roamed
the dry, empty surface. There were two in particular, a pair of
mean, large black dragons. One was named Hemetus, and the other
was Blacklash.
Myself...yes, that's right kids, I'm in this story...Gluush, and
three others we met that day, were tasked with destroyed these
two large beasts. And what an intimidating sight they were kids!
Fire blew out of their nostrils, and rolled off their tongues.
Their teeth were as sharp as daggers, and their claws were as big
as swords! One would wonder how five of us would even come close
to beating one of these dragons, let alone two!
((ooc note: I was 43, Gluush was 42, we had a 47 hunter, a 40
druid (as our main healing) and another 42 rogue. The dragons
mentioned are 50 elites.))
Well, we started off by slaying some lesser dragons who were
flying around the two larger monsters we were out to kill. Once
we cleared enough room, we decided it was time to slay the huge
dragons. We started by coaxing Hemetus out of his lair...and only
he came! We were surely surprised, thinking that Blacklash would
aid his brother.
And the fight was on! Gluush took the charge, holding his
attention, while I jumped on his back, stabbing away. The hunter
shot arrows into his chest, as the rogue stabbed anywhere he
could, trying to hit a vital spot to end the fight quickly. But
the dragon's scales were tough, and it was hard to find a good
spot to slip a dagger.
Then, all of a sudden, two more figures joined the fight! Despite
us fighting a beast, which would cleanse all of Azeroth of it's
presence, a Human Paladin, and an Human Rogue decided that -we-
were the bigger threat! Imagine that! They must have thought
highly of us indeed, because they made a pact with the dragon to
attempt to stop us from slaying the beast!
At first, I continued to stab the dragon, hoping to end it's
life, to scare away comparitively weaker humans, who barely knew
how to hold their daggers and swords correctly. However, they
began to attack the least of us, our druid fellow, who was too
busy keeping Gluush's wounds closed to fight back! The hunter was
already placing well timed arrows into both of them, so, with a
desparate leap off of the dragons neck (and narrowly escaping a
bit which would have ended my unlife) I dived upon the rogue,
tackling her to the ground. A well placed arrow from the hunter
struck her right shoulder, effectively stopping most of her
attacks, while I plunged my dagger into her heart, effectively
ending her life. The paladin, seeing this, began to ran
away....righteous, indeed! A well placed arrow into the calf of
the paladin stopped her in her tracks, and my dagger to her
throat slowly ended her life. I barely had time to watch her
bleed out, before I had to run back to the dragon.
By this time, Gluush had the dragon on it's last leg. The
powerful warrior struck with such verocity that the beast could
barely fly. We all jumped on the dragon at that point, the holes
in it's hide pouring of blood, until it finallly ceased to live.
We were victorious, with only two with moderate wounds, created
by the dragons (the humans in this story did nothing but distract
us) and were quickly mended. We then moved on to destroy
Blacklash, with absolutely no casualties! Two dragons felled, and
two humans at the same time as the first.
*Licidion closes his book, looking up to you with his eyball-less
sockets* So, what does this teach us kids? That's right....the
alliance, though as hard as they try, are nothing but a bunch of
high-spoken windbags who fail to do even the most simple of tasks
they set out to do. Remember, there is only honor in the Horde.
Do not let them discourage you, for in the end, they will fall
when met with equally strong opponents. Goodnight kids, and
Sylvanas be with you.
*the light fades on the room as the story comes to a close.*