Warcraft is Magic

It was a beautiful day in the city of Canterlot; the sun was shining and there was not a care in the world, but sadly our story does not take place there, it takes place in the town of Ponyville, and at the moment they are having on of the worst storms of the season.

The rain fell like stones and the wind tore at the houses like a fat kid tears at cake, like a kid tears at the wrapping of a present, like a dog tears at the door so he can bite the mailman, like a carnivore tearing a piece of meat off the bone, like a..

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And on such days, like all ponies, Azok was at home by a nice warm fire drinking some tea.  He walked over to the window and gazed out of it looking at the constant downpour of water, it was the only sound in the house. Vinny was still at work dealing with some wolves, so Azok had the house to himself.

He went back to his chair by the fire when he heard a knock at the door, dismissing it for the rain, he went back to his drink.  There was another knock at the door, this one was quicker and sounded genuine. He rushed over to the door and opened it.  There, standing before him, was a small pink earth pony soaked to the bone.

“Can... can I come in please?”

“Yes??”

There was a pink blur as the small pony rushed inside over to the fire.  Azok walked back over to his chair and sat down, the hole time observing the quivering pony.

“So...” He began “Who are you and why are you out in such a terrible storm?”

“My name is Piña Colada, I’m Berry Punch’s daughter.” There was a long pause as the small pony looked up at Azok.

“And why are you here?”

“Oh ya, I have to do a school project on somebody who I admire, so I decided to do it on you.”

“So couldn't it wait ‘till tomorrow?”

“Well its kinda due tomorrow” she sheepishly replied.

“I have nothing to do so... How can I help?”

“Well Ms. Cheerilee said we had to write about the childhood of someone who we admire, so I guess tell me about your childhood?”

“Are you sure you want to know about my childhood? It's a long boring story.”

Piña Colada nooded her head up and down.

“Ok, well here we go...”

        “Wait up, Vel, you know I'm not a good runner.”

        “It’s not my fault, Azok, who ever heard of an elf that can't run?”

Vel stood at the top of a small hill surrounded by lush green grass.  There was a small tree by her, the sun cast beams of light through its leaves illuminating the young elf girl’s brilliant auburn hair.

“You know I'm still recovering from that spell they used on me. Besides, in a week or so I'm going to be stronger and faster then ever.”

“And in the meantime you're still the slow Elf you have always been.”

Joining Vel at the top of the small hill  Azok and Her sat down to a small picnic. You see, they were sweethearts; nothing could tear them apart... well that is almost nothing.

Several years past from the time on the hill during that time Azok got bigger, stronger and more importantly, faster.

        “What's the matter, Vel? I thought you were a fast runner.” He gloated from atop the very same hill from years before.

        “Shut up, you.” She picked up a small rock and tossed it at him.

        “Whoa there, you could hurt somebody with one of those” Vel reached the top of the hill and He embraced Her with a hug “Hey, beautiful.”

        “What?”

        “Just amazed how beautiful you look in the sun.”

        “I know, I do look amazing.”

        “Beautiful AND humble? I am one lucky Elf.”

More time passed and Azok was accepted to the order of the Blood Knights, his training was tough and hard but he completed it.  He was on his way back to his home in the Eversong Woods, and He had only one thing on His mind. He was going to ask Vel to marry him.

Azok arrived back at his home town at around noon, but it took a little longer to get to Vel’s house; she lived aways out of town in a small cottage.  He walked up to Her door and knocked, there was the sound of boot steps and the door opened revealing an older looking Elf.

“Hello, is Vel here?”

“Sorry kid, she moved out couple months back.”

The door closed and so did Azok’s hopes of ever finding the love of his life.  He searched for years after that, but he never did find her.

        “After that, I joined my old guild. We raided some dungeons, I got turned into a Tauren and then I wound up in Equestria.”

        Piña Colada hurriedly scribbled down more notes before lifting her head “Thanks Mister Azok” glancing out the window we could see the weather had all but dissipated “Well I'd better be getting home now” She trotted over to the door and turned around one more time “Bye.” and with that she left.

        Azok stood at the window again watching Her walk down his front walk way “Its good that she didn't cry, a child should never have to hear what really happened... And if she did nobody would look at me the same...”

He was on his way back to his home in the Eversong Woods and He had only one thing on His mind.  He was going to ask Vel to marry him.

Azok arrived back at his home town at around noon but it took a little longer to get to Vel’s house; she lived aways out of town in a small cottage.  As He got closer He noticed something was wrong, the front gate was smashed in, and one of the windows was broken.

He rushed up to the house and ripped open the door, the insides of the house were torn to beyond recognition, the tables were smashed and the bookshelves were just piles of splinters and there was blood.  Azok desperately searched through the rubble trying to see if Vel was ok, he tossed a chair out of the way when He saw something that still haunts him today, a pool of blue magic residue.

Wretched. It couldn't be anything else, those mana hungry abominations had invaded this home and hurt, or worse, killed Vel. Azok was going to get revenge even if it meant killing all these Forsaken Elves.

Wretched were once Blood Elves, but they could not control their arcane addiction. They are hideous to look at and all they desire is more and more magic and they don't care where they get it from.  Even from a sweet defenceless Elf who couldn't even cast a proper spell.  Death was being lenient on what they truly deserved.

There was a small encampment of Wretched that hadn't yet been culled near the lake, they had not caused trouble before, so the townspeople let them live.  Azok got his battle armor and his Blood-Tempered Ranseur, the standard weapons for any Blood Knight, it was a dark red polearm with a wicked blade at the end.

Azok approached the camp silently, He had already impaled two of the guards, ending their lives quicker than he wanted to.  The camp was still bustling with the abominations, they were chatting with each other in their bastardisation of Thalassian.  Azok was nearing one of the largest tents when he heard a scream.

“No no please don't kill me please don't ki-” it came from the tent in front of Him and it sounded too familiar.  He broke through the back of the tent and what he saw kindled a fire of pure hatred, there before him was the body of Vel, it was bruised and beaten and worst of all, dead. Standing over her lifeless body was the leader of the Wretched and Azoks new target.

The Wretched lashed at Him with his blade, but He dodged it and swung his Ranseur lopping off the beasts hands. He swung again and the monster lost his feet. Two more swings and the Wretched had only its torso left. It’s screams echoed into the night, and then silence.

`Azok exited the tent, his eyes glowed golden his wrath still burned brigh.  “Get him!” some of the Wretched yelled. Sad that those were there last words... The camp descended on Him, each monster, however, met the same fate. Death, slow painful death, and yet it only made Him madder.

Men, Women and Children all died at the tip of His Ranseur. All met a fate that was unjust in the eyes of the Blood Knights.  To kill for revenge is to kill for no reason, To kill for Justice is the only reason you need.  The Wretcheds end was not just.

A month had passed after the incident at the camp and Azok is now standing trial for his crimes, crimes against the order.

        “What you did that night was unacceptable for a Paladin!” shouted the Third of the council members “We could have you executed for this.”

        “We should have you executed for this” interjected The Second.

        “But we won't.” said the third “Your punishment is life. You are to live on forever with the pain of your crimes being your spirit to this world, You will never die and You can never join the ancestors in the Light.”

        “But...” Azok began.

“HOLD YOUR TONGUE! We were lenient on you, boy, we could have served your limbs and fed your carcass to the scourge.” The First voice was not angry, it was not filled with malice, it was filled with sadness.  The judgment he had passed on the young Paladin was far more than his crime justified.  “Go collect your Ranseur and your Charger.  You are no longer welcome in the Sanctum.”

Azok stood from his chair and went to his room there over his bed mounted on the wall was His old Ransure, His old weapon, His old friend.  He reached up and removed it from its mount. He did not need to test the blade it was enchanted to forever remain sharp, the indestructible weapon of the Paladins.

        “Well, old friend, what say we get some practice?” the blade shimmered as if answering.  A single tear fell to the blade.

        “Yes, old friend, Yes.”

(A/N Well I got bored so I tossed in some back story btw this is what a Ranseur looks like Click Any way the Ranseur will become his new weapon it complements his new smaller frame and speed attack style of Elf combat.  Also a little thing i'm throwing in all this is actual role play from the wow Server I play on.  It is more detailed in the game but i didn't need to put it all on here.  One more thing i can only work at night on my story so it takes 2x as long sorry.)