This is a musical theme I created a while back to use in a machinima that I never did. What do you guys think? Would it fit as a musical theme in a WoW movie?
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TomWolf
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I’ve made a character that doesn’t really exists but that I think fits with the name The Night Council. Check this wallpaper out and see if you like the character. I call him The Night Judicator after the name Shamien came up with for our twink rank.
She couldn’t remember a thing. Laying flat on sharp, dark-green grass, all she could recall were screams and explosions. Who was she? Where did she come from? What happened? Questions remained unanswered…
The world was blurry before her eyes. She saw a hand, laying just in front of her face. She realized, that it was her own hand, as she was laying on her side. A hand with a pale-blue skin. ‘Draenei. I’m draenei’ - a thought popped in her head. She began to feel her own body. Pain. Unbelivable pain in every single part of it was growing stronger. Hands, legs, tail, even her horns were burning in pain. What happened?
She tried hardly to recall anything. Explosion! There was a big explosion. She was burned, and swept away by it… And then she was flying! No, not flying. Falling down. The ground was closer, and closer… And A burning shape of crystal and stone was speeding away from her, flying through the skies… No, not flying. It was also falling down, leaving a trail of smoke and deribs behind. She remembered that shape. Her ship, her city. The Exodar.
Orcs! She could recall orcs everywhere! Inside the ship; orcs with weapons, orcs with magic. One of them hurled a glowing ball of energy at one of the purple crystals. It exploded, sending fire and sharp chunks of crystal everywhere. The pain… The forceful explosion blew a hole in the wall. The fiery wave, and countles hits of crystal needles that’s what swept her away from the ship.
But she couldnt remember anything more, no matter how hard she tried. Who was she? What was she doing on that ship? All she could remember was, that the ship was her home. A home to many, many more creatures, similiar to her. A home to the draenei race. And the orcs destroyed it.
A name. She had a name. She surely had, names are important…
‘Xarra’. Yes, that’s the name, she thought. ‘Xarra. Wake up Xarra’.
A moment later she realised why she did recall her name. Someone was calling her by that name. But not before, in some forgotten past. Here! She could hear it here, laying on the grass. The voice that was calling was weak. It sounded like through a solid wall. But it was getting stronger, and stronger.
‘Wake up, Xarra’.
The voice was coming closer and closer, like someone was standing just beside her. She tried to lift her head. Pain, sharp pain in ther neck reminded her of her own condition. She couldn’t even turn her head, as it was glued to the grass. And it partially was - by her own, clotted blood.
‘Xarra, wake up!‘
Finally she saw it. A creature she could not name. But was it a creture? She could see just through it! A ghost? ‘Am I dead?’ she thought.
‘No, not yet‘ answered the voice. ‘But you will be. Soon.‘
‘I don’t want to die‘. The thought terified her.
‘I know. But I cannot help you‘. The voice was calm, and it was bringing peace into her mind.
‘Then why…‘
‘You can help yourself‘ the voice answered. ‘Just try to hear these lands. Feel them. Feel the hardness of the earth. You have to be as hard as the toughest rock to survive. Feel it.‘
She knew she was dying. And she didn’t want to. She wanted to live. And she tried. Nothing. Nothing at first, but then… She could hear a faint whisper. It was all around her. She plead for help in her thoughts, trying to overcome the pain. And the whisper answered. She could almost feel she is getting stronger.. her bones, her horns… The pain started to fade away.
‘You need energy Xarra. It is all around you. You need it. You need the fire. Reach for it.‘
And she did. It was no longer cold. She could feel her body filling with life energy. The tingling from the tips of her fingers, to the end of her tail.
‘You need to live, Xarra. And the water is life. Use the sthenght of the water, that can break even the hardest rock. Use it. Make your own blood flow again.‘
Yes, now she coud do it. She could feel her own blood pulsing again. She was alive. Reborn.
‘And now breath in, Xarra. Your first breath. You need the air.‘
It was more like a gasp, it filled her lungs with pain, like a first baby breath. She almost cried. From pain, as well as from joy. Because at the moment she realised, that she wasn’t breathing before.
‘Yes, that’s it, Xarra. Live! We need you. This world needs you. The war you were fighting before is not over. And it is here.‘
She was feeling stronger and stronger with every breath. Her bones hard as rock, and no longer shattered.
The energy filling her body with warmth. The blood flowing through her veins.
‘We need you , Xarra. You’ll find us. And we will teach you, young shaman. Just look for the ones we have chosen.‘
The voice faded away. As she sat, for the first time in her new life, there was no one around to be seen.
A few moments later she stand up. There was no pain, and she could feel the chilly night breeze. And the smells of the strange forrest, that surrounded her. Wait! There was someone in the distance. Coud it be the ghost?
No, as she came closer, she recognized a draeiei, just as her. A male draenei. He ran to her with open arms, smiling. And she heard the words, filled woth joy, spoken in familiar language.
‘You survived‘…
Spatra grew up in Dalaran, back in the early stages of the war. He became custom to the evils of the world at an early stage and saw friends and family die as the horde raided his village on a regular basis. There was no big alliance army around that could help them that close to the border, since all were stationed in the big cities across the land at the time, so all that they could do was to hide in the shadows and hope for the best. Every day they could feel the war coming closer as the tension grew all across the border. Then the day came when they saw a big cloud of dust from a marching horde army in the distance.
All nearby villages took to the hills and up in the shadows of the nearby mountains. Spatras mother and father left him in the shadows of a small cave in the hills and went back ot help others to safety. From the safty of the cave he could do nothing but watch as the big army attacked Dalaran and burned it to the ground. Now the alliance king of Altrac called his army out to fight and a courier was sent to Stormwind; but it was too late. That night the people of Dalaran was annihilated.
The few that had survived the overpowering attack of the horde remained hidden for several days until they could hear no more hordes looting the villages below. After a few nights Spatra went down with a friend to look for his parents. He found their bodies laying outside the village inn, his father protecting his mothers? body with his. In a deep sorrow he turned to his friend and both of them and vengeance in their eyes but they were both young. Spatra decided to follow in his fathers? footstep and become a priest and while his friend stayed with his family Spatra waved farewell to the village and headed for Elwynn Forest; a safe place to start his training as a priest.
Even though his father was a priest Spatra was too young to understand religion and his heart was filled with the shadows of the mountains. Along the way he met a lot of people that shared his anger over the horde and he started to nurture a hatred towards those that had caused him so much pain. When he arrived at Elwynn he trained hard and did not rest, his growing hatred giving him strength to go on for days at a time.
During this time of training he met Humanlord and they became close friends during training. As the years passed he met others who understood him and helped him find a way to channel his anger and hatred. Perhaps more than any other the young mage Anomalia helped him when she helped him realize that no matter how much his hatred grew he could not fight the hordes alone. Now for the first time in a very long time Spatra felt he had a family again, but now in the form of a guild.
Spatra continued his training and with the help of his newfound friends in the guild of The Night Council he quickly grew stronger than he ever imagined. He was promoted to Priest Councilor, something that filled his heart with pride and renewed his hope that someday he would be able to avenge those that died as the horde marched through Dalaran.
Next time he will not hide in the shadows; next time Spatra the shadow priest will fight!
Tomwolf was born in a cold enviroment. His parents were outcast from society and were left to survive the best they could in the wild forests. Their crime had been to lend a helping hand and a warm fire to a troll woman giving birth. His parents died when he was still young and Tomwolf learned the hard way how to survive.
The Sisters
Growing up alone in the wild, Tomwolf was hardened by the forces of nature and today cold and heat doesn?t bother him as he travels the land. His first contact with other humanoids was rough to say the least and for a long time he shunned all races, seeking his comfort with animals. This all changed when a couple of human sisters came across his habitat late a winter night, asking for shelter from the harsh mountain winds. The sisters, Anomalia and Éovyn, meant to stay until the wind subsided but when the snow started to melt from the roof of the dwarves self-made cabin they were still there. Nights were spent talking about the different worlds that they had lived in and days were spent working together to expand the cabin and create the first place that Tomwolf ever called home.
Civilization
Tomwolf didn?t realize how much the sisters stay had changed him until the next time he entered a civilized village and he was able to communicate with others. He found that he loved to talk and started to explore the art of conversation. The more he talked and listened to others the more he learned about the world and the more he learned about the world the more he wanted to see it all.
One day he met a woman who had a wonderful flying creature with her. She told him that it was a dragonhawk. He learned that dragonhawks could only be found in Eversong Woods in the far north, and that to get there you had to cross dangerous territory filled with Hordes and dangerous creatures but filled with the need to discover the world he set off the very next day on this seemingly impossible journey.
The Journey
Tomwolf made his way north from the stone city of Ironforge to the city of Menethil Harbor. There he learned that the pass to Arathi Highlands were far too dangerous for a dwarf to make alone but determined as he was he took a path that made people talk about him as ?that crazy dwarf?; he jumped from the docks into the cold water and started to swim north. He swam for days until he reached the village of Southshore. There he rested just enough to gain the strength he needed to continue. Against the villagers advice he took off along the river banks heading north into dangerous territory.
One night when he was laying half asleep along the river shore he woke up by a sound he didn?t recognize. It was like the air was being ripped apart by a gigantic whip in the distance and the sound was closing in on him fast. Suddenly he saw something that almost made him regret the journey all together; a big black dragon came flying through the air above the river, heading straight to his temporary camp.
Tomwolf ran as fast as he could towards the tree-line but it seemed like it was an eternity away and the dragon was closing in fast. The dragon saw him and started a dive to grab his small body and just when the dragon lifted his head Tomwolf made his own dive passed the first big trees into safety.
Safe No More
He lay there on the ground listening to the dragons wings loud flapping in the air as she circled above him, waiting for him to immerge from the trees to retrieve his belongings from the camp when suddenly he was surrounded. Five big trolls stood above him with knives and axes. Tomwolf tried to get up but one of the trolls put his foot hard on his chest, pressing him back to the ground. The ugly green face grinned as he lifted his axe high into the air to deal a mortal blow when suddenly one of the other trolls uttered: ?Wolf!? and held out his hand to stop his friend. ?What did you say?? Tomwolf asked but the troll started talking fast to his comrades and the only word that Tomwolf recognized was the word wolf that was repeated several more times during whatever the troll was saying.
Tomwolf never knew the reason why the trolls suddenly left him laying there. He never knew that the reason why the troll that saved his life was looking at him with friendly eyes was that the reason that troll lived was that Tomwolfs? parents once had saved a troll woman and helped her give birth. He also didn?t know that the scar he had above his right eyebrow was made by that same troll woman and would ensure him that nobody of her family would ever harm him.
The Dragonhawk
Tomwolf continued his journey for several weeks northwards, seeing places and creatures that amazed him. Several times he was close to death, either by wild creatures or by hordes wanting his life. Then one day he crossed the barrier to Eversong Woods, a place more beautiful than he ever imagined. After crossing endless lands of horrific nature and monsters he now stood on green grass with a wonderful breeze in the air watching peaceful creatures roam the area. The he saw it, a lot bigger than the dragonhawk that the woman had had; a beautiful golden dragonhawk was floating through the air and behind her she had two small hatchlings, only a tenth of her size. He realized that it was only a hatchling he had seen in the city. How could he take a hatchling from her mother? He simply couldn?t. On the other hand he had travelled across the world to find one and he couldn?t go back empty handed.
Over the years in the wild Tomwolf had learned a lot about handling creatures in the wild. Even though he was still young he had learned a thing or two on how to tame wild beasts. Now he set to work and spent several days earning the dragonhawk mothers trust until finally he could walk together with her and pet her hatchlings without her being upset by his presence. During the days he spent with her and her young ones he often saw the beautiful blood elves that habituated the area but they were never close enough to pose a problem, until the last day he spent in Eversong Woods.
The Last Day
That day Tomwolf woke up by a loud screetching sound made by the dragonhawk mother. When he got to his feet he saw her spew fire towards two blood elves. In their hands they had a net each and within the nets the young hatchlings were fighting to get free. Without thinking Tomwolf launched at the nearest blood elf, ripping the net from his hands, setting the hatchling free. The blood elf gave up a shout and suddenly more elves came out from the nearby trees. He saw at least ten elves lifting their bows, aiming for him and the two free dragonhawks behind him. Tomwolf did the only thing he could think of to save his life, he put his hand in his pocket and touched his hearth stone and felt his body leave the warm morning air and suddenly the cold air of Ironforge surrounded him.
New Friends
Tomwolf felt empty as he realized he left the two dragonhawks behind, until he heard the unmistaken sound of dragonhawk wings behind him. He turned around and saw the dragonhawk mother and one of her hatchlings floating towards him. Apparently the close bond that he felt with the dragonhawk and her young ones had been mutual and when he used his hearthstone the bond let the dragonhawks follow him. Together they mourned the loss of her other hatchling and as the time went by Tomwolf and his dragonhawk, who he named Moso, grew closer together until he couldn?t imagine living without her.
So, I’ve entered the fan art competition to try to win a Dell Laptop. All you need to do is to create a nice picture on the theme of celebrating the 3d year of WoW. Well, here is my entry.
