Arise, King

He normally did not sleep...

Elfangor had finally come to grips with the fact that he was no longer nocturnal. But even so, the idea of sleeping during festivities such as this was ridiculous. The sounds of music, the smell of freshly poured alcohol, and the cheers of men and women all around him of every race would be enough to lift the spirits of even a death knight.

"Kingslayers... pfeh..." Wiping some of the drool from his stubbled face, the night elf looked around. Song and dance and merriment all around. Yet none of it could wash away the horrors of the last few hours. Screaming souls, and the sound of a blade hitting the mutilated flesh of perhaps the most horrific behemoths the demon hunter had ever beheld. The raid upon Icecrown Citadel was not an easy victory, let alone the battle against the dreaded king himself.

Shaking his head, Elfangor burried his nightmares in the dwarven stout beside him. Next to him lay his bloodied sword and remnants of his armor. The Ashen Verdict had won and the safety of the world seemed assured. This was more than the demon hunter could ask for.

Yet...

As he looked around, one familiar face seemed lost. One who should be celebrating more than any of the rest.

"Where is he?"

The realization dawned upon him like a hammer against newly forged steel. Rushing outside of the tent, his fears became materialized as Elfangor looked upon a set of tracks in the snow... tracks leading away from the light and merriment. Away from the hope tomorrow would bring. Away... and back to the terror that still loomed high in the sky.

"No... no, no, NO! GAN!!!"




Everything... everything he had ever imagined had led to this moment. The cold wind seemed to urge him onward. Closer... closer... closer. All his plans would now come to pass. The dark knight at last beheld the stairs to the great citadel.

There was beauty even in such a dark spectacle. All of Northrend was indeed very beautiful. Mortals and their wars would continue to scar the land... but no longer. With a smile, Ganoes Winterwolf ascended the stairs to the dark fortress.

The Lich King had the means, but not the right idea. His army and power would soon be Ganoes's. As he ascended the citadel a curious thought dawned upon him.

"It's time to take the future into my hands. The possibilities are limitless." His daughter would've thought so. Eve... beautiful young Eve. Everyone and everything he had fought for had perished in the terrible wars of this world. The damnable elf could not stop what would happen on this day.

The icy spire had crumbled and the body of the first Lich King had fallen away from the helmet. But Ganoes had seen where Arthas had fallen. Donned now in the dark king's armor, Ganoes moved closer to the fabled weapon Frostmourne. With his phylactery in one hand, the mad death knight reached for the sword in the other. His fingers had just touched the hilt-

"Ganoes!" The elf had come. Perhaps he was not as stupid as the knight had believed.

"You've come. Good. Perhaps it is best that at least you witness this."

"Don't do this, Ganoes. I know I've wronged you in the past, but if you take up that blade here-"

"DON'T tell me about what is best demon hunter. You could not understand." The knight's fist cleanched. "You tried to take her away from me.."

"Ganoes... "

"NO!" his voice echoed throughout the entire citadel. "I've heard enough. The time for half measures and talk is over. I will right the wrongs of this universe. The titans will bow to my might. You cursed mortals continue to inspire wickedness wherever you walk. The Alliance and the Horde are the same in this!" He grasped the blade. "I will bring my own order to this universe. And it starts WITH THIS!" Ganoes took up frostmourne only to find another sword against it. "So be it, Shadowfury. DIE! DIE WITH MY FAMILY!" The mad knight swung the sword quickly against the night elf.

Battle ensued across the citadel. The two blades clashed fiercly against one another until at last, the night elf's strength had faded.

"Your... s-soul... isn't... compromised... my friend..."

Ganoes laughed.
"That's probably one of the things I admired about you, Elfangor... your unfailing ability to try to see the good in others. But you're a fool."

Ganoes hadn't realized that he had dropped his phylactery in the battle.

"Then I'm sorry Ganoes..." Elfangor took a step closer to it. "But I must safeguard the world." In a flash, a fireball loosed from the elf's hand and hit the phylactery dead on.

With a scream of horror, Ganoes fell to his knees as if on fire. Watching, as his soul burned, Elfangor slowly stepped back and finally left the citadel. A tear fell from the night elf's bound eyes and froze as it hit the ground.

The flames eventually died out and only then did Ganoes stir. With a groan he used frostmourn to steady himself. Now they all would pay.

"I... arise... king..." the knight choked as he donned the Lich King's helmet.



((This is most DEFFINATLY not my best work. I wrote this rather hastily as I have somewhere to be atm. This is just the beginning of it all.))

Changes to this blog

Okay, this blog will now be the source for my fanfiction. Basically it revolves around my version of the future of the World of Warcraft... enjoy.

About Elfy...

This is a post regarding some of Elfy's strengths, weaknesses, and items he carries on his person at all times. After reading this you may now know a lot more about Elfangor, but don't assume that just because you read this you ICly can beat Elfy easily.

Elfangor is a Demon Hunter first and foremost. So he has the standard Demon Hunter abilities:

Mana burn: Burns mana and does a certain amount of damage per mana burned. Currently Elfy's mana burn is nowhere near as strong as it could be.

Immolation: Surrounds the Demon Hunter in a shell of flame.

Metamorphosis: Transforms him into a Demon. I'll go into detail about that at another time.

Being a Demon Hunter comes with magical arcane runes etched all along your body in curvy waves. Unlike other night elves, being a Demon Hunter also comes with hundreds of years of nothing but grueling weight training, and body building.

This is your standard Demon Hunter. Now Elfy isn't THAT muscular, but centuries of body building have made Elfangor one of the sexiest night elves in the world.

Elfy can also throw fireballs, but it takes him a lot of magical effort so he rarely does it. (Yes, I know I used to do that a lot back in the day, but not as much anymore now that I'm a better RPer).

However, unlike other Demon Hunters, Elfy is not blind. He wears the blindfold and has trained hard for many years to gain magical sight and adapted to using it when the blindfold is on. Thus, his magical vision will not be as good as another Demon Hunter's, but he still posesses it.

After Hyjal, he moved to the new World Tree of Teldrassil where he learned how to use a bow and how to tame beasts. He has a variety of spirit bound pets that he keeps in his service.

Sovar: His first pet, a lion.

Talos: A large kalimdorian hawk. Has the model of a dire raven.

Arrow: A wolf with the ability to change into different kinds of wolves with different colored fur depending on his mood.

With a bow, he can manipulate what magic he has to add an effect to his arrows, though this is rare. I.E. Arcane shot, explosive shot, frost arrow.

Elfy's stuff. To start off, he is now more accustomed to plate mail armor, though this took him some time. To make life simpler for himself, he carries an enchanted bag.

Bottomless Bag: An enchanted bag which, quite literally, is bottomless. Unfortunatly, only relatively small items can fit inside it so it's only good for storage of items like weapons, blankets, and tools. Elfy won this bag from an elven tailor in a drinking contest.

Quel'Serrar: His one handed signature sword that can be found with a shield. The prismatic Quel'Serrar forged by dragons has a special attack that can only be used once per day. The attack is one of five different kinds of attacks that have to do with the dragonflights.

Draconian Deflector: A small, dragon forged buckler. Nothing special about it. Elfy's standard shield he took from the treasure halls of Blackrock Spire.

Demonshear (x2): Duel two-handed swords he took from Stratholme recently during his escape. Swords are demon-forged.

Elfy's Dagger: An elven dagger dipped in the second Well of Eternity (the one under the world tree). The dagger glows with extremely powerful arcane energies. A stab from it would be enough to silence a caster for a few seconds. The downside is the dagger makes Elfy immensely easy to track via magic.

Alliance Claymore: Big-ass sword with the Alliance logo. Symbolic, nothing special.

Various Bounty Hunting poisons/gasses: Bits of poison and smoke bombs clipped to his belt. He will generally only use these for Bounty Hunting. Effects may varry.

Diamond Flask: While out in the wilderness he defeated a rock elemental duke. Begging for his life, the elemental vowed to grant Elfy a magical treasure of his own desire. Elfy wished for a potent magical elixir that would best suit him. The elemental granted him a flask crafted out of pure diamond with a potent elixir that contains alcohol, healing liquid, and steroids. (The actual diamond flask item increases strength by 75 and heals 91 damage every 5 seconds, but I took creative liberties with this item). As a bonus, the flask's magical properties would refil the elixir over the course of six minutes.

Adamantite wrist blades: In the set of armor he is currently crafting, inside the gloves are a pair of adamantite wrist blades that can be pushed out of the bracer area of the gloves. Being made of adamantite, the blades can easily cut through some of the densest metals. Wrist blades are part of the Gauntlets of Might so unless he is wearing those at the time, don't expect to see these.

Elfy's Spellbook: The same spellbook everyone has (It's where all your skills are listed). It contains all of Elfy's Demon Huntery spells as well as Firebrand's spells, however those are written in Eredun. Likewise, Elfy's are written in Darnassian.

Musical Instrument: An elvish instrument consisting of a large horn with several valves to change the pitch. The sound varies from the sound of a flute to the sound of a horn.

Being an engineer, he has many engineer-like items in his toolbox. Unfortunatly, he lacks the knowledge to use some of the greater engineering technology and almost always requires a manual or a guide to operate the big stuff.

Bombs: These... are bombs. Elfy has a few that he rarely uses.

Gnomish Death Ray: Again, another rare use. This divice runs on the life force of the person who uses it to fire a shot. Elfy doesn't like to use it cause it hurts.

Gnomish Shrink Ray: It's what it says it is. This is another one Elfy doesn't like to use because it often backfires.

Gnomish Net-o-matic projector: Yet ANOTHER gnomish divice Elfy doesn't like to use because it often backfires. It fires a net with hooks.

Gnomish Mind Control Cap: Elfy uses this more often than his other engineering products (which is still very seldom) but it often doesn't work because the cap "engages you in a mental battle with your target for domination over its mind"... and... well.... Elfy is Elfy after all.

Goblin Jumper Cables: These can be used to sometimes shock a dead person back to life. Doesn't work if the person's been stabbed or mutilated and whatnot.

Duel Rapiers: Pirate swords. Shining steel blades with pure gold hilts. Light reflects off the steel of the blades more than it would with normal steel. Sen'rai's old swords.

Fists: Some of Elfy's deadliest weapons.

Feet: Elfy's other relatively deadly weapons. Often used in combination with the fists.

Elfy's All-purpose remote: A marvel of engineering crafted for him by a gnomish scientist. The remote consists of a Gnomish Universal Remote with the power to control machines, buttons to control his flying machine, and various other engineering attachments.

Elfy's Flying Machine: A flying machine. Elfy plans to add stuff to it later.

Mechanical Squirrel: A naughty mechanical squirrel with a mind of its own. Built by the same gnomish engineer who built Elfy's remote to help him manage his engineering. Often the squirrel gets on Elfy's nerves and the nerves of everyone else around it.

Fishing pole: Divice used to capture fish and occasionally kill annoying people.

Parachute cloak: Elfy's cloak has a flexweave underlay so that when expanded it will break his fall if he is falling.

Mithril Shaving Razor: Weapon made of mithril. Cleans hair off of the face and occasionally cuts throats.

Elfy's Weaknesses

Mace-o-phobic: Elfy is utterly TERRIFIED of getting hit with a mace. In battle of he comes across an enemy who is using one against him, one of two things will happen. He will try to avoid the mace at all costs so his dodge rating will go up at the expense of his attack power, or he will try to get in deep and disarm the person with the mace.

If you're a good friend of Elfy's he will defend you till the end, often so at the expense of his own health. In large battle areas, he will move in to take a blow ment for someone in his good favor.

Elfy has a deep love for animals. He will not kill an animal nor suffer one to be slain in his sight... unless it's a rat. In most cases if he is up against an animal he will use what little Beast Mastery powers he has to calm the beast instead of fight it. He has even been known to leap in front of a fireball to save a bunny. "Oh it's people I can kill, I just can't harm a creature of the wilds."

Battle-rage: When using a heavy weapon in battle, he will often let his rage get the better of him. In some instances, he will put all his power into a single attack, thinking it will finish the opponent, but it will leave him open for a counterattack.

In large battle scenarios, Elfy can be very heroic. However, 9/10 of the time, he won't always know what's going on. He is Elfy after all.

Despite being a hardened warrior, Elfangor currently has little to no defense against incomming spells. He almost always freaks out when a Death Knight uses death grip on him.

Elfangor Shadowfury is completely, utterly, and totally gun-innept. If you give him a gun, he will always, always, always somehow end up having fallen on his ass. He may be an engineer, but all he really does is make guns. He doesn't use them.

That's it for now. Expect more eventually.

Some old stuff...

This is a comic of an old RP parody me and Teleia (Sintas) played out of Pirates of the Caribbean. Tel was actually able to draw a comic of it too! Figured I'd grab it in light of the pirate RP going on. It's pretty straightforward. Elfy got stranded on a desert island for a month (My comp crashed). The extreme heat and nothing to eat but scorpion meat drove him to near insanity. Thankfully he had his rum. Then Tel comes to the rescue! ... or so Elfy thought.

I noticed you can't click on it to bring up a fullscreen view.

https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRu13d8r0Id928OiJM9tUK0tClpO6_s-zhcvDBksbynuesd5DRWy-jFdO_zOYDHPSOOhGA3TVQsAgw0ZOmie01FTqpQcuzvLZlV76FY7ZY-MHeDoVH3zGiJ5-lxcP7YFHH0vSSz77uZKe/s1600-h/rum!.jpg

Problem solved!

Thanks for the awesome drawing Tel!

The truth about the great sundering...

Once up on a time, Elfangor ate some garlic bread followed by some bean burito soup, then last year's turkey and some chicken wings. Then he had some rice and pudding, then ate some spare beef sausage soup. And then he had a sammich with letuice, tomates, ham, chicken, and steak (as only Elfy can). Then taking his sword he split a watermelon and ate the whole damn thing. After that, he had some trollish tacco's and lemmie tell ya, those things can fill ya up. Yet he was still hungry, so he ate some cheese.

Now granted, you'd need something to wash it all down. "Oh look!" said Elfy. "A big ol' lake!" He then proceeded to jump inside. Malfuion, Alextraza, Ysera and Nozdormu all looked in horror as Elfy bathed in the Well of Eternity.

Suddenly... a deep rumble was heard. Not from the ground nay! But from Elfangor's stomach. "Oh shit" said Elfy. "It's gonna be a big one."

"NOOOOO!" the others screamed, but it was too late. Elfy let loose and... well...

... it esploded. BOOM!

What's your alignment?

Elfangor's character alignment: Chaotic Good

Elfangor's character alignment after taking the test (This is my personal alignment too):

Your result for The Alignment Test ...
Chaotic-Good
76% Good, 70% Chaotic

Find out your character alignment at
http://www.okcupid.com/quizzy/take?id=5273602979166955622

To Northrend! (part 3)

Just then two great dragons landed behind Elfangor. Alextraza the queen of life, and her consort Korialstraz. The cries around Fordragon hold ceased momentarily and Elfy found himself at peace from Alextraza's preasence. His mind finally cleared. His violent whims dissipated. It was then that he saw Bolvar Fordragon's shield, the last twinkle of light upon a desecrated ground.

"Our fate is emblazoned upon our souls at birth. Bolvar's fall, while tragic, was unavoidable.

All that you can do now is honor your hero, Elfangor. Collect Bolvar's shield from the field of battle and return it to your king. When you present the shield to Varian, tell him this: "All is not lost. From the ashes of the fallen will rise a force that will unite nations and purge the evil from this world."
He mustn't lose faith. Go now, Elfangor. Your people need a hero. They need you." the Dragonqueen's words fell upon Elfangor like an endless sea of sorrow. Despite all he had fought for, all he had done, Bolvar Fordragon, hero of the Alliance, was gone. Taking up Fordragon's shield the night elven commander set sail back to Stormwind and a despaired Alliance.

It was only when Elfangor reached the Stormwind Keep did he realize. His mind had cleared at the wrath-gate, but a different realization donned upon him. It wasn't the scourge who had killed Fordragon... it was the forsaken! Outraged, he stormed into Varian's chamber, and told Varian everything. On that day, no street in Stormwind was quiet. Cries of outrage towards the forsaken could be heard everywhere! Finally, Varian called Elfangor back into the keep. "Prepare your armies Commander, the Alliance is going to war on the Undercity."

To Northrend! (part 2)

After attacking several vrykul villages with the Alliance in the Fjord, Elfangor was sent with a battalion to Westguard Keep in the Dragonblight where after learning the town and its villagers were under seige by Naxrammas, he took up a gryphon himself and flew in to save the villagers.

After a chain of events, he met up with Highlord Bolvar Fordragon as they both charged with the Alliance to the dreaded Wrathgate, Angra'thar!

http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/wrath/wrathgate.xml

The battle was joined as the Alliance battled through the minions of the undead. Soon the wrathgate opened and a terrible cry in an unknown language shook the ground as frozen vrykul charged from the gate. "Fight on, brothers!" cried Bolvar as the Alliance reformed and charged to meet this new foe. These vrykul were stronger than the ones in the Fjord and the Alliance began to falter. Yet just as all hope seemed lost a war-horn sounded. "LOK'TAR OGAR! FOR THE HORDE!" the cries of "FOR THE HORDE" filled the air as the Warsong offensive joined the fight, led by Saurfang the Younger who charged to Bolvar's aid. Elfangor, at the mercy of a vrykul axeman was soon saved by a tauren warrior who joined his side. The Alliance and Horde battled through the vrykul and finally the last of the frozen behemoths fell.

A breif repreive, then the two forces regrouped. Bolvar and Saurfang stood at the head of the massive force. "It's just like it was at Hyjal" Elfy remarked to his tauren companion. "Aye, night elf. The Alliance and the Horde do not stand on one side or the other. There is no difference between noble warriors now when we stand together. As it should always have been." In truth, both sides were mixed in. If one were to look, one would not see an Alliance and a Horde, they would see one force, united against a common foe. Elfangor nodded as soon, the battle would be joined once more.

"ARTHAS! The blood of your father, of your people... demands JUSTICE! Come forward coward, and answer for your crimes!" cried Bolvar in defiance against the massive saronite gate. There was a long silence afterwards. No one expected the Lich King to give into Bolvar's demands after his forces had been slain. Yet suddenly a thunderous grinding of iron sounded as the wrath-gate opened its doors, and for the third time, Elfangor laid eyes on the monster responsible for the death of the only woman Elfangor had ever loved...

"You speak of justice? Of cowardice? I will show you the justice of the grave, and the true meaning... of fear!" exclaimed the Lich King as he strode down from the gate. Minions from the piles of bones began to rise at his words. "ENOUGH TALK! LET IT BE FINISHED!" cried Saurfang as he charged, his axe in hand. With a tremendous cry he brought his weapon up as Frostmourne raised to the air to greet it. A loud CLANG was all that was heard then the great orc fell to the ground, dead at the feet of Arthas, his axe shattered to pieces. A cry of anguish rose from the minions of the Horde and even members of the Alliance let out a gasp of horror. Bolvar himself looked in horror at the death of his fallen companion. "You... will pay... for all the lives you've stolen! Traitor!" Bolvar cried in rage to the dark king. At Bolvars words every blade drew as one, ready to avenge one of their fallen brethren, the Alliance and the Horde as one, perhaps the last time they would ever raise their arms together. For as the Lich King spoke, a thunderous blast echoed behind the army followed by the cries of their comerades. A green smoke bellowed up from where the explosion had hit. Every head turned to the scene.

A deep, ominous laughter was all that echoed around the wrath-gate, but it was not comming from the Lich King. This laughter came from the direction the Horde had originally charged from. "Did you think we had forgotten? Did you think we had forgiven?" a warlock clad in an ominous cloth stood overlooking the battlefront. As he spoke, forsaken catapults reared up, the same catapults Elfangor had seen plaguing vrykul at the Fjord. "Yes!" he thought, "The Horde have brought their artillery into the fray! We can end the Lich King here! But... why had they fired behind us?" "Behold now, the terrible vengeance, of the Forsaken!" Surely they meant to destroy the Lich King. Every catapult fired green barrles into the fray. Every head turned up... only to find horrifyingly that the barrels were dropping on THEM! "Death to the Scourge! And DEATH TO THE LIVING!" cried the forsaken. Explosions rocked the forces at the wrath-gate. An impact paces from Elfy threw him several yards back. The warriors were in complete dissaray and Bolvar was surrounded. "GO! ALL OF YOU! RUN!" cried Elfy as the putrid death erupted all around the heroes. "FALL BAAAACK!" cried Bolvar from the wrath-gate. It was then Elfy realised Bolvar was still there! He looked back to see Bolvar surrounded by the green smoke. Soldiers fell all around him. He looked back to see the tauren he had fought so valiantly with holding his face in his hands. Elfy moved to save him but when he came to him he realized the taurens face was melting in green ooze right into his hands. Horrified, Elfangor realized there was no hope for the victims of this plague and ran with the rest of the forces.

The flapping of wings beat overhead and soon the wrath-gate was in red flames. The Horde ran back to their keep and the Alliance to Fordragon hold. Screaming and terrified soldiers ran everywhere around the hold, some even threw themselves off clifs, comitting suicide. So terrible was the act of the forsaken. Elfangor dug into the ground and dashed back towards the wrath-gate. Through fire and flames he ran til at last he came to the summit where Bolvar had stood with Saurfang. Strange plants errupted from the ground as the flames began to diminish. The Lich King was nowhere to be seen. Elfangor dropped his sword and let out a cry of pure rage to the heavens.

To Northrend!

On November 14th at midnight, Elfangor boarded Harple's ship to the Howling Fjord in Northrend where soon the pair separated. Quickly found under seige by the barbarian vrykul, Elfy found his skills much needed in the Fjord.

He battled fiercely, braving many hardships along the way. Along the way, he came into contact with a strange metal in the whispering gulch and was driven half mad by it. Thankfully Auris in her bear form smacked him silly, making him topple off the cliff and into the frozen sea where he drifted into the great Dragonblight and wandered aimlessly. Before long he was mauled by a magnataur marauder. He next woke up a bloodied mess in the city of Dalaran.

After long he came back to the Fjord to finish up there, battling against the vrykul forces with Captain Adams (during which he learned to develop a taste for cooked red proto-dragon).

Hitler banned from WoW

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JF03i7NfIU&feature=related

'Nuff said.

Elfy's Crew

Elfangor's biological father Sen'rai was the most feared night elven pirate of the south seas. Revilgaz has given Elfy a chance for adventure etc by taking up his father's roll. Only as a Commander of the Alliance Elfy has to keep this hidden from the Alliance so they don't demote him. What I want is for people interested in helping out in this to play different characters than they are. Elfangor would only trust his closest people to know his identity and be on the ship with him. Faction is meaningless when you're a pirate. Here's what I want on my ship:

A troll cook
An ogre
A half mad dwarven cannoneer
A gnoll shaman
A female human taskmaster (whip and stuff)
A tauren navigator
A gnome doctor
A goblin scientist (The gnome and the goblin have outrageous humor potential)
A human magus who has either a peg leg or a hook (For the hell of it)
Various other races that have pirate potential.

Now this is supposed to be a crew that will earn the reuptation of the fiercest pirate crew in the seas. That's the facade. On the inside, they'll be like a family to each other as they encounter various obstacles like rum, piracy, looting, ship battles, and more rum. Loads of fun and adventure await. Comment for the part you'd like and we'll eventually decide on a date to meet.

Saving the refugees followup

It started off, we were able to kill a dwarven terrorist and take control of Dun Modr, the station south of Thandol Span. Then, we equipped it with artillery to blast at Thandol Span. The barracade was destroyed by Sacronn and scourge poured through. In despiration, Elfangor, Enthoor, Amynis, Ektherion, and Auris started to lead the refugees south in a hurry. Elfangor and Ektherion stayed behind to fight the scourge as they attempted to push through the gate. A lone figure on a horse, Ganoes rode up and through the undead, drawing their attention so Elfangor and Ektherion could escape to help the refugees. With much effort and blood, they were able to get the refugees past Thandol Span. Then confronted by Arthas who resurected Elfangor's previously killed love to fight against them along with a host of death knights. With help from Jurar, Thandol Span was won. Unfortunatly, now the entirety of Lordaeron is held by the Lich King. Dun Modr's artillery is the only thing stopping the undead from entering Khaz Modan.

Harple Firehand

This is Harple. Harple likes fire. Fire burns. He's a Templar of the Rose, which is a fairly nice smelling flower. Harple was a student of Avenn's, a good friend of Elfangor's. Over time the two became companions battling the forces of evil and such.

Quest: Saving the refugees

Lordaeron is overrun, refugees are holding up at the wall but they are dying weekly due to raids over and under the wall from frost wyrms, gargoyles and crypt fiends. They cannot safely flee across Arathi due to the raptors and ogres along the way. The task is simple: Dugalds men will escort the refugees while a task force stays and holds the scourge until they are safe. The estimated date currently is Saturday November 1st at 2:00 server time. Comment here so I can know whether to change the date and so I can figure out who's participating.

Enthoor the man!

For today's highlight, we have General Enthoor! An friend of Elfy's who saved his life in Alterac Valley. The two are currently recruiting a task force to save the refugees up in Lordaeron.

Hehehehe...

So true.

Peter Pan: Flying

Stupid thing wouldn't let me load the link to this vid with the pic. For those of you that haven't heard the Peter Pan: Flying soundtrack, here it is.

... GAAAH! Won't let me load the video. Here's the link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiZFuGSPTcU

A nice little pic

When BC first came out, I said "The moment I get a netherdrake, I'm going to fly through the beautiful nagrand sky listening to the flying music from the Peter Pan live action movie." Few weeks ago I had that dream come true. It was actually just about everything I wanted it to be. Thought I'd show you the pic.

Elfangor Sen'rai Shadowfury

Elfangor Senurai Shadowfury
Height: 7 feetWeight: 285 lbs
Weapon skills: Swords (1h @ 2h) spears, throwing daggers, regular daggers, bows.
Magic skills (not powerful): Fire, arcane, shadow (in demon form).
Languages: Common: 100%, Darnassian: 100% Draconic: 100% Thalassian: 95% Trollish: 35% Eredun (Demonic): 75% Furbolg: 100%
Skin color: Light purple
Hair color: Natural Green
Eye color: Gold
Tattoos/markings: Blue swirly marks around chest and upper arms.
Scars: Half moon scar on the back of his lower right leg. Large scar on his ball sack.

Elfangor was born in Northern Kalimdor, assumed northern Ashenvale close to the Hyjal border. At birth he was promised to be trained as a Demon Hunter. At age 7 (still in infancy) his parrents were killed in a fire of unknown origins, and Elfangor was adopted by the Shadowfury family with Amynis and Jerbek as his new brothers.
Even at birth he had gold eyes which revealed inate druidic potential, but he was never taught the druidic arts. At age 104, he was admited to the Demon Hunter academy where he met many others including the Demon Hunter Avenn Ravencrest. However, all demon hunters must be ritually blinded, but as Elfangor was the youngest Night Elf ever to be admitted, his blindness was feigned by the covering of a ceremonial sash. He struggled to attain the extra sensory perception that other Demon Hunters had, in his training he showed a great potential not seen by the grand masters in quite some time. Therefore, he would be bound with a demon 'worthy' of his potential.
All Demon Hunters must be bound with a demon. For Elfangor, the malific Firebrand was chosen. Firebrand is/was an incredibly powerful rogue demon (and a complete asshole to boot), and he found it an insult to be "sealed within a pathetically weak boy". Therefore, Elfangor had to struggle even more to contain the demon within himself.
Through his continued struggling, he gained exceptional strength and power during his childhood. However, when Firebrand attempted to break free of Elfangor, a crystal necklace was made to help him contain Firebrand.
During his training years (between the ages 104-1000) Elfangor knew he was always different, for the fact that he wasn't actually blind. But one night he cried out in his sleep of a demonic invasion. The demons he described in his dreams were green and had large canine-like fangs. His mentors passed it asside as nonsense, but several thousand years later, the orcs invaded Kalimdor and killed Cenarius.
Ever since the first dream of the orcs, he has had many dreams of the past preasent and future, though many have not ever come true, some have.
By age 1000, he had proved himself an acceptionally powerful Demon Hunter, and a prodegy among Night Elves. Despite this, however, Demon Hunters were always shuned by the greater Night Elf society, and thus, he was considered a wolf among hounds. Still he strived to be accepted. He trained himself well as a Darnassian actor/singer. Eventually, he chose the life of a bounty hunter, but he never abandoned his Demon Hunter culture and continued to train as one.
Several hundred years later, during the third war, he won the love of one of the Night Elf generals, Shalan'thris Torlian second in command next to Shandris Feathermoon. This relationship was considered a thing unheard of by the Night Elf society, so it was kept secretive.
The two had strong feelings to each other, up until the battle of Mount Hyjal. The morning before that battle, despite the wishes of Shalan'thris, Elfangor decided to end the relationship. The events that tanspired during that battle left Elfangor shaken and scarred. For in that battle, just before Archimonde disheveled the Night Elf base, Elfangor confronted the Demonlord, but was tossed asside, almost effortlessly.The four years after, Elfangor seemed to disappear from the world. For he was still scarred from the battle of Hyjal. But he recovered from his stupor while training in Teldrassil, where he learned how to effectively use a bow.

Now the Demon Hunter is back...

A mean shit...

Well guys, if you're here, that means you know me on WoW. Congratulations. It is now my turn for a blog. ((<3 Tel)) So I have my blog here and I'ma do stuff with it. Feel free to invite other people to it, but they have to be good people that you know I don't have problems with. Hokay? Hokay. Enjoy...