Icethorn, Part I

(Picking up where the Prologue left off)

He was an elf on a mission. The priest must be brought to justice, he thought. He’s hounded you for years, he’s called you a thief, an attempted murderer. He sabotaged your last relationship. He must be—Hey. Icethorn.

Icecrown Glacier was a horribly dead, barren place, but some icethorn plant had stubbornly clung to one chunk of ground – no less barren than any other chunk, mind you – to eke out its existence. The numerous ghouls and flesh giants that wandered the area simply tried not to step on it.

Because of the, y’know, thorns.

The elf, on the other hand, had no appreciation for the incredible odds it had taken for this lone plant to survive. He simply wanted reagents for elixirs of mighty defense.

Saelar urged his wind rider down a bit to peek at the surroundings. The armies of the Lich King shuffled about the icy terrain a bit aimlessly. The Blood Knight peered down at the ghouls, looked around a bit, and urged the beast still lower.

“I can handle this,” he told the mount and himself, urging it to swoop in low toward the lone plant on the tundra. One hand reached back for his warblade, an orcish affair he’d won in combat in Outland, and when the wyvern neared the ground, the elf kicked himself off, howling and bisecting with a single slash a ghoul that was ambling around the pointy plant.

Almost instantly, all of the surrounding ghouls turned to face the newcomer.

Saelar blinked in confusion, then angrily blasted one of the Scourge in the face with searing Light. Its head toppled from its shoulders and its body fell, covered in golden flame. “Are you kidding me?” the elf asked no one in particular. “Most of the time you shuffling zombies can’t see what’s happening five feet in front of you. Today, you all hate me? Come on.”

The ghouls seemed to take his complaint as a challenge, turning and gnashing their jaws as they collectively charged the Blood Knight, who now nearly bristled with Light energy. The first ghoul to reach him swung at his left arm, paw bouncing harmlessly off of his pauldron, a flash of Light knocking the arm back, and off, the moment it touched him. Saelar swung, slicing the creature’s torso in two, then bringing his blade up into the head of another ghoul. He jumped and spun, a magic hammer slamming into the side of another undead in his path while his swing chopped one more in half. The Blood Knight stabbed the earth beneath him, and it began crackling and flaring up with Light energy at the feet of anything that approached. One Scourge stumbled as it approached, and Saelar took aim and swatted its head off with the flat side of his blade, the skull twirling through the air until it landed at the feet of another group of ghouls, who turned their death grins on the blood elf and immediately scrambled toward their new toy.

Saelar stomped the skull of yet another zombie into the ground, then looked at the oncoming pack. “Oh, I really should have known better than to do that,” he said. He consecrated the ground once more and let several of them approach before howling and torching four of them in a wrathful swirl of Light.

An orc and a goblin on board the Orgrim’s Hammer peered down at the light show beneath them.

“This guy’s no slouch, he’s doing quite the number on those Scourge,” the goblin, Chief Engineer Copperclaw, said.

The orc, Sky-Reaver Korm Blackscar, commanding officer of the ship, snorted. “Too bad he doesn’t have an escape route. I saw gargoyles chasing something off earlier, not sure what. Maybe his mount.”

The goblin reached for his Mechano-Spyglass and trained it on the battle site, where the elf turned away from the airship to parry and reply to an attack from a skeletal warrior. “Looks like he’s in old high-elven armor, but he’s using an old… orcish trophy weapon?” the goblin said.

“Heh. Some orc-killing Alliance paladin. Wait for him to gather a few more Scourge around him, then shell him into the ground with the guns,” the orc said, turning and walking back to his command seat. “Elves are so foolish sometimes,” he muttered.

An elf on deck turned. “Hey, I take offense to that.”

The Sky-Reaver chuckled. “Well, go have Copperclaw show you the Alliance idiot down there.”

Back on the ground, Saelar was starting to get tired. He swung at one ghoul and missed, then felt another leap onto his back. He yelped and shook it off, then extended an arm and with a word in Thalassian, a wave of Light surged forth around him, knocking several Scourge away and giving him time to carve one and blast one more with holy energy before they leapt atop him again. Another torrent of Light energy tore through several of them, and Saelar hacked at two more before the last ghoul fell. He took a moment to breathe before looking down and carefully reaching out for the icethorn plant that had miraculously survived the combat. “Well, at least I have you,” he said, standing back up and noticing the flesh giant standing before him.

The behemoth stared down at Saelar, and Saelar stared back in disbelief at the thing. Geists hung from harpoons stuck in the creature’s legs, and gargoyles perched on its shoulders. Yet more ghouls swarmed around its feet.

“No problem, beastie. Time to go,” he said, shielding himself and reaching for his hearthstone only to remember that he’d left his hearthstone in his other rucksack. The one still attached to the saddle on his wind rider.

Saelar’s audience stared at the glowing Blood Knight, who glanced back up at the leviathan and its entourage, then brought his hands together in front of his and began acting like he was channeling a spell. He then began cooing in a poor imitation of a hearthstone.

“Bwoooouuuuoooouuuuuooo…” he continued until he thought it had been about ten seconds, then extended one arm out. “Bwong!” he said.

Buyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyit

However, the Scourge were not fooled into thinking their prey was on his way back to Dalaran. When the shield around the Blood Knight faded out from existence before the Blood Knight did, the many undead began to smile again. The flesh giant lifted his arms out in front of him and began loping toward the elf. “SEPULCHUS WANT PLAY!” it said.

Saelar simply whimpered and wondered if he’d wasted his life.

Suddenly, the sky began falling.

An explosion shook the ground between the elf and the giant, and geist and ghoul parts sprayed the general area. Saelar simply stared at the gunship that had proven his savior as shells continued raining around him. However, the elf slowly began to realize that the gunners all the way up there couldn’t, or wouldn’t, distinguish between him and the Scourge around him. He turned to run, but a shell hit directly in front of him, the shockwave knocking him right back toward the flesh giant and the center of the incoming fire. He struggled to his feet and slashed a ghoul immediately in front of him before another explosion knocked him down again. He spied the flesh giant running about, on fire, crying loudly. Another shell hit, and Saelar’s consciousness finally gave up.

He was an elf on a mission. The priest must be brought to justice, he thought. He’s hounded you for years, he’s called you a thief, an attempted murderer. He sabotaged your last relationship. He must be—Hey. Icethorn.

Icecrown Glacier was a horribly dead, barren place, but some icethorn plant had stubbornly clung to one chunk of ground – no less barren than any other chunk, mind you – to eke out its existence. The numerous ghouls and flesh giants that wandered the area simply tried not to step on it.

Because of the, y’know, thorns.

The elf, on the other hand, had no appreciation for the incredible odds it had taken for this lone plant to survive. He simply wanted reagents for elixirs of mighty defense.

Saelar urged his wind rider down a bit to peek at the surroundings. The armies of the Lich King shuffled about the icy terrain a bit aimlessly. The Blood Knight peered down at the ghouls, looked around a bit, and urged the beast still lower.

“I can handle this,” he told the mount and himself, urging it to swoop in low toward the lone plant on the tundra. One hand reached back for his warblade, an orcish affair he’d won in combat in Outland, and when the wyvern neared the ground, the elf kicked himself off, howling and bisecting with a single slash a ghoul that was ambling around the pointy plant.

Almost instantly, all of the surrounding ghouls turned to face the newcomer.

Saelar blinked in confusion, then angrily blasted one of the Scourge in the face with searing Light. Its head toppled from its shoulders and its body fell, covered in golden flame. “Are you kidding me?” the elf asked no one in particular. “Most of the time you shuffling zombies can’t see what’s happening five feet in front of you. Today, you all hate me? Come on.”

The ghouls seemed to take his complaint as a challenge, turning and gnashing their jaws as they collectively charged the Blood Knight, who now nearly bristled with Light energy. The first ghoul to reach him swung at his left arm, paw bouncing harmlessly off of his pauldron, a flash of Light knocking the arm back, and off, the moment it touched him. Saelar swung, slicing the creature’s torso in two, then bringing his blade up into the head of another ghoul. He jumped and spun, a magic hammer slamming into the side of another undead in his path while his swing chopped one more in half. The Blood Knight stabbed the earth beneath him, and it began crackling and flaring up with Light energy at the feet of anything that approached. One Scourge stumbled as it approached, and Saelar took aim and swatted its head off with the flat side of his blade, the skull twirling through the air until it landed at the feet of another group of ghouls, who turned their death grins on the blood elf and immediately scrambled toward their new toy.

Saelar stomped the skull of yet another zombie into the ground, then looked at the oncoming pack. “Oh, I really should have known better than to do that,” he said. He consecrated the ground once more and let several of them approach before howling and torching four of them in a wrathful swirl of Light.

An orc and a goblin on board the Orgrim’s Hammer peered down at the light show beneath them.

“This guy’s no slouch, he’s doing quite the number on those Scourge,” the goblin, Chief Engineer Copperclaw, said.

The orc, Sky-Reaver Korm Blackscar, commanding officer of the ship, snorted. “Too bad he doesn’t have an escape route. I saw gargoyles chasing something off earlier, not sure what. Maybe his mount.”

The goblin reached for his Mechano-Spyglass and trained it on the battle site, where the elf turned away from the airship to parry and reply to an attack from a skeletal warrior. “Looks like he’s in old high-elven armor, but he’s using an old… orcish trophy weapon?” the goblin said.

“Heh. Some orc-killing Alliance paladin. Wait for him to gather a few more Scourge around him, then shell him into the ground with the guns,” the orc said, turning and walking back to his command seat. “Elves are so foolish sometimes,” he muttered.

An elf on deck turned. “Hey, I take offense to that.”

The Sky-Reaver chuckled. “Well, go have Copperclaw show you the Alliance idiot down there.”

Back on the ground, Saelar was starting to get tired. He swung at one ghoul and missed, then felt another leap onto his back. He yelped and shook it off, then extended an arm and with a word in Thalassian, a wave of Light surged forth around him, knocking several Scourge away and giving him time to carve one and blast one more with holy energy before they leapt atop him again. Another torrent of Light energy tore through several of them, and Saelar hacked at two more before the last ghoul fell. He took a moment to breathe before looking down and carefully reaching out for the icethorn plant that had miraculously survived the combat. “Well, at least I have you,” he said, standing back up and noticing the flesh giant standing before him.

The behemoth stared down at Saelar, and Saelar stared back in disbelief at the thing. Geists hung from harpoons stuck in the creature’s legs, and gargoyles perched on its shoulders. Yet more ghouls swarmed around its feet.

“No problem, beastie. Time to go,” he said, shielding himself and reaching for his hearthstone only to remember that he’d left his hearthstone in his other rucksack. The one still attached to the saddle on his wind rider.

Saelar’s audience stared at the glowing Blood Knight, who glanced back up at the leviathan and its entourage, then brought his hands together in front of his and began acting like he was channeling a spell. He then began cooing in a poor imitation of a hearthstone.

“Bwoooouuuuoooouuuuuooo…” he continued until he thought it had been about ten seconds, then extended one arm out. “Bwong!” he said.

Buyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyit

However, the Scourge were not fooled into thinking their prey was on his way back to Dalaran. When the shield around the Blood Knight faded out from existence before the Blood Knight did, the many undead began to smile again. The flesh giant lifted his arms out in front of him and began loping toward the elf. “SEPULCHUS WANT PLAY!” it said.

Saelar simply whimpered and wondered if he’d wasted his life.

Suddenly, the sky began falling.

An explosion shook the ground between the elf and the giant, and geist and ghoul parts sprayed the general area. Saelar simply stared at the gunship that had proven his savior as shells continued raining around him. However, the elf slowly began to realize that the gunners all the way up there couldn’t, or wouldn’t, distinguish between him and the Scourge around him. He turned to run, but a shell hit directly in front of him, the shockwave knocking him right back toward the flesh giant and the center of the incoming fire. He struggled to his feet and slashed a ghoul immediately in front of him before another explosion knocked him down again. He spied the flesh giant running about, on fire, crying loudly. Another shell hit, and Saelar’s consciousness finally gave up.

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3 Responses to “Icethorn, Part I”


  1. 1 aeryllusion July 4, 2009 at 2:38 AM

    Haha. Man, I love Saelar.

    And I love reading your combat stuff. So awesome.

  2. 2 aeryllusion July 4, 2009 at 2:39 AM

    Oh, by the way

    “Possibly related posts:
    Mommy Wore Combat Boots, Week 2: The Pink-Eyed Monster of Jealousy”

  3. 3 Lanuria July 4, 2009 at 6:41 AM

    Saelar has ADD?

    Damnit, why does Lan have to hate him so!? :<


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