Hey Naxxel,

very impressive! And I am glad to see many posters here think so too. I am a bit sad, though, that your story about the druids did not mention the Taurens. After all, according to Warcraft lore, they were the first, true druids. It was only 1000's of years later that the elves were taught the ways of the druid.

Taurens, the most peaceful and noble race of the Horde, deserve a poem. Dear Naxxel, can you create us one?

Kry

Glad to see someone is still passionate about the game

Nice work :-)

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Q u o t e:
Why are you renaming this thread evrey 2 seconds?

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To get the interest of people like you. ;)

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Q u o t e:
Hey Naxxel,

very impressive! And I am glad to see many posters here think so too. I am a bit sad, though, that your story about the druids did not mention the Taurens. After all, according to Warcraft lore, they were the first, true druids. It was only 1000's of years later that the elves were taught the ways of the druid.

Taurens, the most peaceful and noble race of the Horde, deserve a poem. Dear Naxxel, can you create us one?

Kry

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Always thought that Taurens were more of Shamanistic people ... hmm sorry, must have been because of Warcraft 3 where you always brag totems. ;)

m8 ur poems are proper sick man it inspired some creation of my own
what do u think? :P

WSG...

Champions await Glory to the king
Mind focused on the task within
The Chess pieces of strength to aid light
Some give magic, some give might, others give sprit and others give life
No one greets warmly No one speaks hype
All u can see is fear of the fight
Time ticks away the rage soon pours
Victory or death waits at the door

My Bold image is all an act
One foe can kill me whose spells are black
Another can charge me but is slow and stock
Another is a challenge who relies on shocks
With the grace of healing anything is possible
But with the essence of shadow the force is unstoppable
The distant range of a master of aim, a companion to aid him together they prey
One foe who I fear above all is he who strikes out from darkness and shadows
Cloaked in a vale
His target my spine he strikes to impale the slice of his dagger still wards my dreams
My greatest fear Is that it cant be seen
The last but not least is the fear of the beast
for this there is no preparation, but don’t be mistaken nature has it flaws
but the might of his sprit or the strength or its claws or the wise old beast a force who endures

I am ready….
I charge my mana and quicken my mind for my skill is the use of time
The hunter feeds his beast at his side, prepares his traps for that he is wise
The priest falls and prays asks for forgiveness for this dark shadowy ways
Another touches him it burns his skin for his is the power the healing with in
The warlock summons his demons, the words of his spell heed silence as the portal opens we all feel violent
The warrior sharpens his sword and challenges his sprit his words call purpose we all can feel it
The rogue sharpens his daggers and brews his poisons imbues his weapons, swift is his sight
For mistake is no option he has to get it right

Base and treble charge my ear it is the great horns of the dwarfs, the battle is here
The bloody gates open with haste
We all charge BATTLE awaits

All I hear now the cheer of the foul who’s smell brings anger but my concentration can not waver
I summon my steed, charge for the middle all is with me as we draw close to battle

We ride into the distance of the forest, if u listen closely u hear old voices
Dwafs elves and men the sound of old equipment engineered by gnomes
All that remands is old war toys but that is the past and this is the present
Her is the battle I’m prepared for death
I dismount

My alliance form a line the horde do to
There is a moment where we wonder what to do
It would seem we both agree, in some distant world we would be brethren
Arr. the warrior uses the wind as his might, charges in the middle of the battle I envy this sight
The priest draws a shield to help him endure



In all this supprise a rogue pierces my eye. I panic someone will soon die
I remember an old trick my father once taught me I use it to find this hidden enemy
I am too late

He stikes the priest, death is near but with the speed of sound he summons fear
I make a mockery of this sight and polymorph the rogue
With this moment my mind takes over…………

With the MIGHT of the sun the burning soul with in,
My hands Burn my eyes fill with lava the weight of this fire over whelms
BOOOOMMMM
The ball of flame pierces his skin the boiling blood spews in the air
His chest inflamed, some turn from the heat
The rogue is now weak
Part of me dies once more, but no time for regret
With the power of the elements I charge a ice bolt
My hands now freeze as we all hear the breeze tears no longer fall everything is cold
The rogue awaits the power of this bolt
I target his feet to impede his movement the shock wave alone should end his torment
With the time of a blink his life is now over

I look towards the battle it still goes strong
I must find away to help for this is lasting to long
With the POWER of my mind I target a space in the battle and apear with a blink
beneath my feet a nova appears all the horde stand in shock for they no now there death Is near
A enermy hunter trys to stop my power but the warlock cosums his mind, he is in fear
With this moment I strike… a cone of cold covers the enermys shattering there bodys and slowing there haste
In this space of time I blink away
the echoes of death play to my guilt
But I in the battle have turned the tides
In life anyway everything dies

The warrior still smashing the healers still healing
Everything stops there is something were hearing
Even the horde who are scattered look into the sky
We see it now a fiery figure the size of a ent
Even alliance fear this end

I look around who is summoning this volatile beast
Doesn’t matter now the summoning is over
The roar of this demon makes the heart it self skip a beat
In lands to its feet and ground howls in surprise
All around it fall from the shock
I my self is in fear, what if the warlock stops
and looses control
But not time for thinking I aid this sin
I look into the sky all else is gone the clouds are mine to control
A Blizzard of icey shards fall to the horde slashing there skin
To make it worse the demon burns the reveald flesh

All the horde run for healing but there healers are dead
On the floor smashed heads, brocken bones, and pieces of fesh
The demond from the sky has endured its time, he dies
Only 2 horde left and mage and a shamen
They sit down becase there cunning is gone
I hesitate to end there fate
Even the warrior who is coverd in flesh thinks they should be left

As are conscience plays victim to the hate we are feeling
A execution takes place but who has the guts to end the hordes fate
A figure from the back of the crowd walks forward
Even the death of the battle runs and hides
This is a paladin and these cannot die
He draws his sword and targets there head
There is nothing more to be said

Awesome work Naxxel and Thecurse too. I have red some and bookmarked this thread for later use.

Thumbs up!

Read the paladin poem, and I really liked it. Your english skills are impressing, as are your creative sense.

- Disa

Wow, I didn't view them all but I liked those I read.
And, man. I gotta say - you're crazy, and I mean it in a good way. Very good work with the poems going on here, impressive at the least!

Creative BUMP! ;) Here folks, this is one part of an journey I will be now foccusing on. In it, our Heros will meet ... everyone. Won't go into specifics now. ;) Hope you enjoy it.

And Thecurse, sorry if it took me so long time to acknowledge your work. What can I say, I am glad that more arrise to share their work with the rest of the community. I like your work. I truely do. Heck, maybe I like it to much. Why not try and make more. As far as I can see ... talent is the thing that you do NOT lack. ;)


Autumn, season of rain, sorrow, death, fall,
birds sitting on trees,
with sad eyes they watch it how it looses its leafs,
wings around their body, beaks open widely, they make their last call,
then fly away,
silently waiting for the rebirth off their comrade, they silently wait untill may.

Shines of the sun,
crawling on earth,
replacing the soothing rays of the moon,
slowly destroying the Shadow curse.

They slowly stalk,
they slowly walk on these lands,
like a gentelman with a girl in his hands,
walk into homes, caves,
to enter they knock,
some let them in, others refuse them and give a loud scream,
thus not all place are filled the warmth of the nurturing sun,
some are etternal worshipers of the moon.

A house they see,
an odd one,
knock on the door, they are welcomed with a cosy home,
filled with ages old Night Elve idols, books, statues and more,
it seems, someone here is a true lover of their History and Lore,
walk around, the shines, as they like,
they see a sword covered with blood and a gun, on its head there was a mettalic spike,
the weapons infront of the door,
the shines were curious they wanted to find out more.

Slowly they open,
see a chair, covered with plate and the stench of the rotten,
on a stool near the bed, there was a dwarf, his face hidden behind a look,
they shines wanted to know, who lay in this bed,
was it a mistress, a child, a dead,
they saw a Night Elve,
covered within bandages,
like he was wounded in a battle that lasted for ages,
the little girl in the gentelmans hand giggled,
she poked the Elve, so it tickled,
and with it the Night Elve woke,
slowly opened his eyes,
he didn't recognise this place,
why was he naked, where are his clothes, he thought in haste,
saw the dwarf reading an erotic book on the stool,
with tired voice the Night Elve spoke,
he's voice was slow, sleepy and dull:


'Who … who are you, if I may ask,
why is your face hidden behind this book,
why is it so like you are wearing a mask,
please, remove it, show me your look …'

The Dwarf with a loud yawn opened his eyes,
he saw the Night Elve already awakened to his surprise:
'Salvanas, you … you are awake,
good I see you still live,
the wound in the lower part of your body, it was a harsh one, lucky to be alive ol' chap for gods sake.'

Puzzled by the Dwarf: 'Yes, Salvanas is my name,
but how do YOU know it,
what is this game,
why can't my memories be lit.'

The Dwarf replied: 'I wouldn't try to even fire 'em up lad,
you will find quick, they are not happy, but only sad.
But, you will have to litt them my friend,
only then you will understand,
so, why do I know your name?
Different names, different cultures, but ain't all creatures basicaly the same?
Why must we be given different names?
For all it would be easier if we would have one name,
like Clara for instance …'

With ignorance in his voice:
'Please, calm down with your philosophy,
still you haven't told me how do YOU know MY name,
why am I half naked, bleeding like stabbed by a monstrosity,
come on, tell me, if it would go in vain, that would be a shame …' Salvanas replied.

'Sigh … bold, like any Warrior is,
heh, the stories are true then, as I have been told,
you better prepare yer' self' lady, this story is not covered with warmth,
nope, this story will strike you, like a Blizzard's cold …' said Frenzybeard.

He talked the ballad of death,
Salvanas memories, finnaly revealed themselves from stealth,
the moment, the Undead, the pain in his lower body, … his … HIS GIRLFRIEND!

'Wait! Where is my love? Where is the one, I gave my soul?' he asked.
'She … is dead … I burried her, outside the Druids house,
she is now an acking body, waiting to be soothened by the wattery douse …





'I … I … see … now I remember,
I … felt cold, when I fell down, like covered with ice, in a day of December,
my eyes were heavy, barely could breathe,
I just wanted … to close my eyes … to be released, my soul … to nature,
to be a Whisp, to serve Shendalar in this damn rupture …
All of a sudden … I felt a kiss,
a body, lied on me, her soft chest, her long hair, her pointy ears,
I opened my eyes, with all that was left of me … saw … her … with a dagger in her hand,
on it … a message stood,

Eternity come or go,
my love, locked in my heart, will always be, it will always be so …

she held the dagger tightly,
it was was the last thing she did, the last thing … she … could … do …

Salvanas looked down to the floor,
then he moved his head to the door,
saw his armor by the stool,
he tried to stood up,
the wound but was a snake,
with each move he made, she bit, more and more it started to acke …

'Salvanas, you are weak,
I know you wish to see her,
I know what you seek,
but what will your death mean to her in heaven,
if you will die now … at half past eleven?' Frenzybeard said.

'What do you know about love, puny Dwarf?
What do you know about friendship,
you Dwarves never cared for anyone but yourselves,
covering in your caves, far beneath the ground,
only to find, worthless gems, singing idiotic songs and hearing the clanging mettalic sound …' with anger Salvanas replied.

'One more word,
then I will be the one,
that will you, sending you to your nature lord,
one more more word,
saying to me, that I do not apreciate comradship,
fool, idiot,
I am a hunter … what is … special about hunters, well let me see if you know our basics.' Frenzybeard seriously.

'Uhm … that you carry guns,
and have someone to do your errand runs?
Wait … wait a second, tell me Frenzybeard,
where is your pet? Why didn't I see only you there and now?
Can't you even tame a cow?' Salvanas joking.
Frenzybeard, took his gun into his wrist,
aiming at Salvanases head,
Salvanas saw the seriousnes in the eyes of Frenzybeard,
he then realized that this was no list,
so he asked and apologized:
'Wait … your pet … is she?'

'Yes, you fool,
why must you Night Elvish people, be so elitistic, like you supreme rule?
And yes, my pet, comrade, friend and son is dead,
still I remember that damn day, where I couldn't see her beautiful snowy furr,
but only blood, only blood covered her furr in the tones of red …

'I … am … sorry, Frenzybeard …
but why do not you tame another beast?
A boar from the forrest, a dinosaur, a bird from a nest …
to many options to count!' Salvanas said.

'Who is now the one, who does not understand it?
What if … I do not want to tame another creature of the wild?
What if … my bond to my Wolf, Moon, was so strong like a mothers and child?
What if … I cannot see any beast in the eyes again?
What if … the eyes remember me of that day again, fill my body with pain? …' said Frenzybeard.

'I apologize,
I didn't knew … thought you were only a alcoholic drinking bum in disguise,
please forgive me,
my idiocy and that I couldn't see …' Salvanas mourned.

'All if forgiven my lad',
yes, sometimes I can be moody, but, not because of you … it is … I am just sad …'

CRACK!

The door of the house seized to shut,
a grawl from the corridor came,
'Frenzybeard …? Who is there? Is this a lil' mut?' Salvanas suprised.
'No … brace yourself … one creature there is still I despise.'

Salvanas, jumped from the bed,
sighed from the pain,
took his sword for defense, he was weak, like a fly catched in the net.

'Salvanas …' Frenzybeard whispering.
'Yes …?' Salvanas said.
'Prepare yourself for a battle … with a beast, you have never yet came acros …' Frenzybeard. said.
'Wait … what do you – HOLY S*IT!'

A cat, stood besides him,
making a big smile,
just released her of stealth,
made her claws appear,
she was prepared to shred the wounded Night Elve.

'Hehe … *prrr* Mijaou … GRAWL!'

Jumped onto Salvanas,
it was truely a beast he never came across,
so heavy, her eyes glowing yellow,
was this the last thing, Salvanas will see, the poor fellow,
Salvanas tried to escape,
nothing seemed to help him, is this fate,
the cat, opened his jaw,
teeth sharp as the sharpest sword,
the beast, made a swung, preparing herselve for meal,

'This is it … will I be dead …
so quickly will I be renewed with my love,
ironic … some would say funny, I just see … sad …'

GRAWL!

Nice.

my god i hate poems

second page?nonono...the Druid part was simply beautiful...outstanding...keep up the great work...Pozdrav iz Hrvatske :-)

nice...
/stick

Just to keep it high on the page.

Keep up the good work!