I'm going to attempt to do a story with my warlock... it'll be a work in progress, and hopefully not suck.
The sun scorched down upon his brow, the heat feeling like a thousand volcanoes. It was midsummer in Westfall, the hottest time of year. The breeze coming from the west, off the ocean, merely a cause of more humidity rather than relief. He worked the plow and furrow with the ease of a man who knew a thousand summers of such.
He was a modest man; one of hard work and commitment as only a man of his bearing could be. He was not a rich man, but happy in his own right. He never considered himself poor, for he thought himself as the luckiest man of all of Azeroth. He did, of course, get the woman of his dreams.
Dragonas grew up, as all children in Westfall, learning to use the plow and grow the finest crops before he could even speak. His father, considered the greatest corn farmer in all of Azeroth, had yet to miss a year of having the best crops and most abundant. Some would say he was a blessed man, others that he was lucky... and more would say he had deep magics at work.
As time passed by; Alderic, Dragonas' father, taught him the tricks of the trade. How to judge the time to plant, and how to turn the crops... he was always the favorite of the people. The farmer's market knowing nothing better.
So time moved, years come and gone... Dragonas went from boy to man.
The year it all happened, the year Dragonas' life would be changed forever... he met the love of his life. Emerain was of the things dreams were made of. She was a daughter of nobility. Some would find it uncouth for the noble to be found with a serf of the kingdom. Though, in her eyes, he was more noble than any of the so called nobility in Azeroth.
They fell in love immediately, stealing away every second they could. Intimate embraces only made in secret.
Then the news came. The Regent of Stormwind wished to see Alderic immediately. The courier said it was of business with his son. Alderic knew what was going on with his son the whole time, but knew that affairs of the heart could not be changed. He sought out his son, and informed him of the meeting.
Dragonas was concerned with the weariness in his fathers eyes. He knew he had messed up big time. He told his father he would make the trip with him and stand up for himself at the Regent's audience.
The trek to Storwind was a two day journey by foot. As said before, Alderic and his son were not rich by any means, but did have horses to use. They decided to allow them to rest and take the trek on foot to spend time together and discuss the circumstances that brought them there.
They stopped after the first night, resting along the Westfall/Elwynn Forest border. They set up camp and fire at the edge of the road. The restless growls and howls of creatures in the night could be heard for miles. Alderic knew of the Gnolls in this part of the woods. Knew that to venture too deep in the wooded area was a sure way to die. The Gnolls have plagued and ravaged this area for quite a time now. Countless deaths and looting were due to these savages.
The night went on, the two moons high in the sky... the White Lady's light embraced the night sky as the Blue Child caused an eerie glow. Alderic kept a leery eye on the edge of the wood, not knowing what might approach from behind. Dragonas sound asleep, made no notice. As he rolled over to adjust for comfort, Alderic noticed a movement behind the trees. And then another... and another... as if the trees themselves had begun to move. He heard the distinctive hackle, as if a hyena had made its kill. He knew these sounds. He was ready...
An arrow shot past him quickly, the tip barely missing his stubbled face. He spun to his right, praying he moved in time. The hackles grew, into a laughter that was the sound of some depraved madman. It was not human... the sound was a growl; a throaty roar, but spoke the language Alderic could understand.
The massive beast, a gnoll larger and more dominant than any he has ever seen, stepped from behind the large tree. Alderic could not believe his eyes, nor understand how he missed such a massive creature. It was easily larger than the tree it was behind. The beast had a look of pure sadistic rage. It spoke again, clearer this time. Alderic made out the words.
"It seems we have food now." it said with throaty tone.
"We don't see many stupid humans camping near my clan", "What is it that you are doing here you fool?"
Alderic took measure of the beast... he instinctively knew this must be the leader of Riverpaw Gnolls. The chieftain had no name by his people, yet he was known to all of Elwyn Forest and surrounding areas as Hogger. It has been said by some that he has maimed and killed countless civilians and soldiers. Many have take upon themselves to collect this monster's head, and with it, the bounty. All have failed.
The beast came closer, sword raised... Alderic instinctively took a step back. Yelling for the beast to leave. Warning that not to do so would end in its demise.
Hogger laughed. "You think to threaten me human? You think that you can stand against me when no one else has?" It launched! "You fool!"
Hoggers blade came down slicing through the air like a hot knife though butter. Alderic could not move in time, taking the blade deep in his shoulder. Blood gushed from the wound as the blade came out and back down a second time for another assault.
Dragonas stirred awake by the noise, could do nothing but watch.
The world stopped.
All sound vanished, the wind was no more. Alderic's eyes turned ebony, like pools of emptiness, as if his soul were not in his body anymore. He chanted softly to himself, murmuring an incantation passed down through his family over the ages. He called upon powers that were corrupt with hatred. He summoned a creature of nightmare. Tentacles protruding from the creatures head. As if it were trying to feed on light, on blood, on anything it could find.
This was a felhunter, a creature known only to few. They were demons from an ancient war, that have been kept and bent to do the will of the master. The summoner had complete control of it. Alderic's eyes remained the color of the void. He whispered a command to the felhunter and with a sadistic roar, the beast leapt. Hogger's eyes showed true terror. He yelped loudly when the beast connected the disgusting, deadly tentacles to his hide.
The felhunter drank deeply, loud sucking noises were heard even over the horrid screams from the gnoll. Blood dripped from the tentacles, light fell from the gnolls eyes. Hogger thrust his sword into the beast hysterically, but with no effect. The last vestiges of the gnoll fell away in a slump, as if all material were drained from it's body. It was nothing more than an empty shell, soul drained, as if the Chieftain of the Riverpaw was never there.
Alderic, murmured again. The beast screamed in rage, disappearing back into the twisting nether from whence it came.
Dragonas' mouth fell open. He was shocked and confused at all he just saw. This man... this man was not his father. The gentle soul he knew. The one that had worked his life as a farmer... quaint, common... How could this be? He looked up at his father to ask, but the words could not form.
Suddenly a rush of wind came through the forest. Loud cries from other gnolls amassing inside the woods. Dragonas winced at the sound. He knew this could not be good. In a singular, guttural sound... the word KILL rang out from the gnolls. Dragonas stood, his father quickly placing his hand against his chest. He told him "No, I have this. Sit... watch... It's time you learned".
Alderic raised his hands into the air, making arcane signals through the air. Power irradiated from his vary core. His eyes turned into voids again. Words of power spoken with great care, erupted from within the man. Blackness... dank, dark, powerful... enveloped everything in front of him. Bolts of darkness erupted from his fingertips. Screams erupted from the gnolls. Screams of death, screams of terror, screams of sheer pain... then silence. As cold as death. As quiet as emptiness. Nothing was left in front of Alderic but trees.
Dragonas was sitting; arms wrapped around his legs pressing against his chest, rocking. He didn't know where to begin. He had so many questions. He called his father's name. His father stared at him blankly, "I must rest son". He laid beside his son on the pallet and instantly fell into a coma, his wounds forgotten.
to be continued...