Post by Dr. Ivo Robotnik on Oct 7, 2007 22:55:43 GMT -5
Recently, I've been brainstorming a new fanfic set in Warcraft's universe, starring a reformed demon, an Eredar warlock. Below is what many of the eredar look like. Some of these are red.
This Eredar, however, is currenly colored a dark blue. After seeing the Draenei, he began to question the Burning Legion and whether or not they are truly the faction to follow. After realizing his status as nothing more than a pawn, he felt that he was worthless. Thus, he severed ties with the Legion and sided with the races of Azeroth. Here is a bit of dialogue he says to a being of Light, a Naaru.
"What have I gained by serving the Legion? What is there to be gained? Power? Influence? What do these things matter? We are considered lesser. Disposable. Pawns. Even Kazzak, the supposed Right Hand of Kil'jaeden is little more then a beetle to the boars. He can be killed at any time, disposed of.
"While blindly serving these masters, I discovered...these."
He pointed to the crowd of Draenei that had begun to gather. All of them stood there, watching with fervent focus on every word, as if expecting shadows beginning to fly about the room as a result of the words of a Man'ari eredar.
"These looked just like the rest of us. I was confused. I was ordered to execute them. Having believed that all of the Eredar were turned to demons, I shook my head in question. None of it made any sense. I asked them what they had done to deserve it, and one simply cursed me and the entire Legion, calling it a force of utter madness. After killing them, I began to question it. A force of..madness? But we had power! Why would they defy that?
"The more I thought about it, the more I realized: They were right. I thought that I had gained some sort of influence. I realized, that the masters I served didn't give a whit for the rest of us. This thought burned in my mind. I felt worthless. I began to think back to those...Draenei? Yes, Draenei...that I executed. Something new flooded me.
"Pity. And...shame. There was no point at all in killing these. They were beings, just like me. When I was ordered to execute the next few, I devised a plan. I wanted out. I want...what they have. I wanted to be a part of something that wasn't madness. And so...I freed them. And escaped with them. While I ran, I noticed, that my skin had gone from fel red to the dark blue that you see. I fought back against my persuers, and after killing them, made my way near here.
"That is how I ended here. A'dal...It is an unbelieveable tale - It would be, coming from an Eredar - but I swear that it is the truth. I have turned my back on the Legion forever, and yet..."
He held up a hand, and an orb of shadow formed.
"I am still a demon. Deep down, I know that I am. It is something I cannot change. If you truly do not believe me...then kill me here. If it will serve, I will at least ensure that you have one less foe to battle. I do not deserve mercy."
The orb disappeared, and he prostrated himself before A'dal. A'dal hovered there, appearing to contemplate. As he did, several of the Draenei that had gathered began to talk amongst each other in hushed tones.
Please post your opinions. I'd like to get started on this while I can.
This Eredar, however, is currenly colored a dark blue. After seeing the Draenei, he began to question the Burning Legion and whether or not they are truly the faction to follow. After realizing his status as nothing more than a pawn, he felt that he was worthless. Thus, he severed ties with the Legion and sided with the races of Azeroth. Here is a bit of dialogue he says to a being of Light, a Naaru.
"What have I gained by serving the Legion? What is there to be gained? Power? Influence? What do these things matter? We are considered lesser. Disposable. Pawns. Even Kazzak, the supposed Right Hand of Kil'jaeden is little more then a beetle to the boars. He can be killed at any time, disposed of.
"While blindly serving these masters, I discovered...these."
He pointed to the crowd of Draenei that had begun to gather. All of them stood there, watching with fervent focus on every word, as if expecting shadows beginning to fly about the room as a result of the words of a Man'ari eredar.
"These looked just like the rest of us. I was confused. I was ordered to execute them. Having believed that all of the Eredar were turned to demons, I shook my head in question. None of it made any sense. I asked them what they had done to deserve it, and one simply cursed me and the entire Legion, calling it a force of utter madness. After killing them, I began to question it. A force of..madness? But we had power! Why would they defy that?
"The more I thought about it, the more I realized: They were right. I thought that I had gained some sort of influence. I realized, that the masters I served didn't give a whit for the rest of us. This thought burned in my mind. I felt worthless. I began to think back to those...Draenei? Yes, Draenei...that I executed. Something new flooded me.
"Pity. And...shame. There was no point at all in killing these. They were beings, just like me. When I was ordered to execute the next few, I devised a plan. I wanted out. I want...what they have. I wanted to be a part of something that wasn't madness. And so...I freed them. And escaped with them. While I ran, I noticed, that my skin had gone from fel red to the dark blue that you see. I fought back against my persuers, and after killing them, made my way near here.
"That is how I ended here. A'dal...It is an unbelieveable tale - It would be, coming from an Eredar - but I swear that it is the truth. I have turned my back on the Legion forever, and yet..."
He held up a hand, and an orb of shadow formed.
"I am still a demon. Deep down, I know that I am. It is something I cannot change. If you truly do not believe me...then kill me here. If it will serve, I will at least ensure that you have one less foe to battle. I do not deserve mercy."
The orb disappeared, and he prostrated himself before A'dal. A'dal hovered there, appearing to contemplate. As he did, several of the Draenei that had gathered began to talk amongst each other in hushed tones.
Please post your opinions. I'd like to get started on this while I can.
