Honor's Code

Please note there are major spoilers for the Alliance Broken Shore scenario contained in this blog post. ***SPOILER ALERT***    ***SPOILER ALERT*** The King Returns My Dearest Mylra, I’m sure by now, even in Deepholm, you’ve heard of King Magni’s return. While it thrills me to see him moving again, I am relieved he is allowing the Council to remain ruling Ironforge. The last thing this world needs is another War of Three Hammers and you know better than anyone how my heart would be divided in a such a conflict. I could never stand against my fellow Bronzebeards, nor could I take up arms against your Wildhammers. With the Council still in place, it will not look odd or out of place for a Wildhammer and a Bronzebeard to be seen strolling together through the Commons. It is hard to believe it has been four years since we first met far above the rocky surface of Deepholm. So much has happened in that time: the rediscovered of Pandaria, then the reopening of the Dark...

The gnome stared at her a moment, as if sizing her up. He smiled, and not the friendly smile of a friend. This was a smile of power, and of joy. Whatever the Gnome was considering in his mind, he was going to enjoy it. "Riklath shona-nor-ala" the gnome began to speak words. She recognized instantly this was no attempt at conversation, he was canting a spell. His hands began to glow with a sickening purple. She quickly tried to summon the power of the wind against his words, but the wind was powerless against him. She closed her eyes against the inevitable. The next sound she heard was like an explosion. It was the unmistakable report of a Boomstick. She opened one eye a peek to see the Gnome, the smile now gone from his face, staring forward and past her in complete surprise. He stood there as if frozen in time, and then fell facedown at her feet. The otherworldly creature vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She stood there for what felt like minutes, but in reality ...

The young Tauren tightened the strap around her waist again. Her leather armor gave a slight squeak and she readied herself to travel north, and into the Night Elf lands of Ashenvale. She knew they wouldn’t take kindly to seeing a Tauren, and a member of the Horde, in their lands. The danger was real, but overcoming that danger was part of the trial. She reviewed the challenge in her mind. The place she sought was called the Ruins of Stardust. It was there she was to find a small fountain in the center of lake. That fountain contained the water she needed to bring back to Brine. She canted a short phrase and slowly her body morphed into the shape of a translucent wolf. The creatures of the forest were dangerous, so she would stick to the road. She moved north, making a good pace. As she neared a fork in the road, she spotted a signpost. It was obviously of Elven design, but the Elf who had fashioned it saw fit to write the names in Common. The road to the east led to Azshara,...

"You can't win, Arthas... the Light... will... defeat you." Arthas laughed, a deep chilling laugh. "The Light?!? You forget, Paladin, I was once a follower of the Light, naive and blind like you. But now I know. I know its power and I know its weakness. The Light held me back from my righteous vengeance, and from my true power." "Your... reign of terror... is at an end." The dwarf summoned the last of his strength and lifted his mace over his head and charged at Arthas. “FOR BOLVAR!!!!” Arthas brought up Frostmourne and parried the dwarf's overhead smash, then arced the blade and tore an open the dwarf's midsection. Honorshammer fell back and slumped down. "It is only now, at the end, that you understand. Your feeble skills were no match for the power of the Lich King. You, Honorshammer, are now...MINE!" “NEVERRRRRRR....!!” Honors fought to stand, then fell, his mace rolling away from his limp hand. The Lich K...

A short story I wrote for Big Bear Butt's "Arthas: Rise of the Lich King " contest. I don't think I'll win, but it was fun to write. The assignment was to write a 5 minute encoutner between your character and Arthas. It also gave me a chance to look into Honors past a little bit, which is something I've wanted to do. Enjoy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey, you in there, Honors?" The Draenei asked. Honors blinked twice and looked at his friend. He still wasn't quite sure what to make of these strangers from another world, but this Draenei and Honors had been through too much together to consider him anything but a close friend. "Yeah, I'm fine, Blue." Honors stroked his blonde beard that was beginning to show a stray gray hair or two in it now. He again looked over the Siege Engine at the Expedition Base Camp. "I cut my teeth in the Second War driving one of th...

Dear Leaders of the Horde, I was but a young lad of a dwarf, having just received me Warhorse when I found meself in the Arathi Highlands. I found this sign for a place called Hammerfall. This sounded like a very fine name for a drawf town so I decided to check it out. Imagine my surprise when I find meself under attack by Orc guards. This should have been a lesson to me, but sometimes a dwarf forgets those lessons over the months and years of adventuring. So it was that I found a sign for Agmond's Hammer in Dragonblight. This, too, sounded like a fine name for a dwarf town so I decided to see what sort of wonderful Northrend ale they might 'ave on tap. It was a great surprise when I found myself under attack by the Horde guards. I'm mostly a peaceable Paladin, and I really don't want to be startin' a war by going into your towns. Do ya think you could stop naming them with such Dwarf sounding names?

The assembly of Knights marched through Stormwind on their mighty chargers. The beasts measured gait belying the power each held. The Knights assembled in a straight line near the massive lion statue that dominated the Stormwind Harbor. Theodurn Bronzebeard looked up and down the line of Paladins that stood with him. On his right was Baelor, his massive two handed mace strapped across his back. On his left was Psiven, a fellow dwarf and one who had been a great instructor of the Knights. As Theodurn looked up and down the line, more names came to lips: Mortehl, Modus, Fridmarr, Invisusira, Sabindeus, Garath, Jensaarai, Guillex, Zaephod. All these men (and fellow Dwarves) he had served with and learned from during the Outland Campaign. A dark shadow loomed over the Harbor. The biggest Frost Wyrm Theodurn had ever seen was leading a group of Abominations into Stormwind itself. Baelor leaned over to his friend Theodurn, but addressed him by his nickname "You ready, Honors?" ...

"Maybe you just weren't meant to be a Paladin, Gerald." The two men sat on a cold stone bench in the courtyard of a great library. The speaker was older, his face was hard. The younger man looked up at him, his black hair just beginning to show hints of gray at its edges. "Do you really believe that, Tarsen?" The younger man asked. "It's your temper, Gerald. If you don't learn to control it, it will lead you to the path of the Shadow." "Something is not right here." Gerald began, "That group of refugees..." "were infected by the Plague," Tarsen cut him off, "or would you have given the Undead shelter behind our very walls!?!" "Individuals are to be quarantined for 30 days to see if they show signs of the plague!", Gerald rebutted. "Don't quote the Code to me, Squire Gerald! I taught you the Code, I taught you everything you know! You were given and order. An order that ca...

Soridormi looked over the assembled heroes of Mal Katai before her. These creatures of Azeroth, dwarf, human, elf, gnome, and draenai had been sent to her from Andormu. They had been successful in stopping the Infinite Dragonflight from altering the timeline. The Dark Portal opened as it should have, as it did, as it always will. She began her address to the mortals. "Seven vials were drawn from the Well of Eternity by Illidan. He poured three into the lake on top of Mount Hyjal and a second Well of Eternity was created. For years the rest were believed lost. With the opening of the Dark Portal, we've come to know that he gave one each to his lieutenants Kael'thas and Vashj. Retrieve what remains of them; we will need them as foci to open a gateway to any events tied to Mount Hyjal, recent or ancient. The outcome of the Battle of Mount Hyjal must be preserved." "We understand, Soridormi. Mal Katai will not fail." Mal Katai left the Caverns of Time and return...

"THEY HAVE A PIT LORD?!" The force commander looks around at the stares of the others and then lowers his voice to a whisper. "That seals it. They must be using the blood from this pit lord to create new fel orcs that are somehow not aligned with the Burning Legion. And if they can do this to the brown orcs, they can do it to the green ones too. With all of the new Horde orcs streaming in through the Dark Portal, that's not good! We must strike at the heart of their military might, and soon! Raistilan, you and Mal Katai have excelled at every mission I've ever entrusted to you. You weakened the Ramparts, defeated "Warchief" Kargath Bladefist, and discovered the source of the Fel Orcs. Honor Hold is already in your debt. But now, you know what must be done. This battle will be long and costly, what say you?" Raistilan did not say a word. He merely gave Danatah Trollbane a sharp military salute and vanished into thin air. Back in Shattrah City, Rais...

Dateline Blade's Edge Mountains. After losing High King Maulgar and his Council, Gruul set out to deal with the interlopers from Azeroth himself. What he met was a force the likes of which he had not seen before. Gruul's main target would be the leader and organizer of Mal Katai, the Priest Doraeallin. But standing in his way, tall and powerful ,was a Warrior, Lanorah and the Holy Knight of the Silver Hand, Honorshammer. With them, but hidden in the shadows were Sneakyfeet, Deil and a mighy panther, Trelic. Spread out behind them were the workers of powerful elemental magics, Raistlan, Aerlion, Pulse, Badoman, and weavers of shadow like Lissy, Maxpayne, Valdrin, Splinterrdc, Getdempurps, and the Priests Faeye, and Grimaltus, along with rangers like Crunkbaby, Araxe, and Stdbakerhwk, with powerful beast from both Outland and Azeroth at their side. The entire force under the watchful eye of Dora, with the guardians of Nature, Lamashtu and Celoria, and the blessing of Silver Hand,...