Tuesday, April 18, 2017
The Burning Coils: Part 1 (1 of 2)
My first foray into the 11:17 comic book format! This is a story I plan to make quite large like my orc vs man story, but it takes quite a bit out of me, so it'll be some time before it sees completion.
The Burning Coils is about an ancient battle that took place between the humans of the world and the snakemen servants of Keto'sar, the serpent god. During the early days of humanity, Keto'sar grew envious of the gods of man and their creation. In retaliation, the serpent god ordered his creatures of scale to watch man and steal the secrets of their being and deliver this information to him. With that knowledge, Keto'sar began the long process of empowering and evolving his scaled ones until they resembled man, but far bigger and stronger.
Humanity would end up going to war with and defeating the snakemen of Keto'sar. But nearly one hundred years later, there have been strange sightings of monsters resembling the snakemen who were vanquished and eradicated. And now, a wizened man named Hagen has happened upon the Book of Man, a collection of prophecies and a dire warning for them all...
The Burning Coils is about an ancient battle that took place between the humans of the world and the snakemen servants of Keto'sar, the serpent god. During the early days of humanity, Keto'sar grew envious of the gods of man and their creation. In retaliation, the serpent god ordered his creatures of scale to watch man and steal the secrets of their being and deliver this information to him. With that knowledge, Keto'sar began the long process of empowering and evolving his scaled ones until they resembled man, but far bigger and stronger.
Humanity would end up going to war with and defeating the snakemen of Keto'sar. But nearly one hundred years later, there have been strange sightings of monsters resembling the snakemen who were vanquished and eradicated. And now, a wizened man named Hagen has happened upon the Book of Man, a collection of prophecies and a dire warning for them all...
Saturday, April 15, 2017
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Story: Horde Victorious
Quite a bit of this story is retconned (such as Anduin doesn’t exist, and Garrosh was made warchief far earlier than normal) or rearranged somewhat from how it happens in the canonical game story of WoW. It’s written in a way that these events could only happen in a single player version of the game (similar to the endings of Warcraft and II).
I’m an almost-exclusively-Alliance player, myself, but... damn if I can’t resist a sexy orc campaign of domination! Pretty obvious with my previous art works, eh? Also, the Legion pre-patch events made me a bit sad, so this was my way of doing something with that.
Character and location names in this story are owned by Blizzard, used as parody fan literature
It began in the Trial of the Crusader, the grand Argent Tournament designed by the Argent Crusade to find the greatest warriors of Azeroth to enter Icecrown Citadel and vanquish the dreaded and ruthless Lich King...
25 of the mightiest champions of the Horde made their warchief, Garrosh Hellscream, extremely proud with their performance in Crusaders’ Coliseum of Northrend. They’d overcome every trial set forth by the paladins of the neutral Argent Crusade and had even vanquished the greatest champions of the their hated enemy, the Alliance. Garrosh’s victory had greatly humiliated Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind and leader of the opposing faction.
“That was just a taste of what the future brings, Alliance pigs!” Garrosh growled loudly, grinning ear to ear as his champions claimed their rewards from the Argent treasure cache. His golden eyes narrowed and fixated on a seething Varian. After all the boasting he’d done before the battle between his men and Garrosh’s heroes, the human king couldn’t bear to look at the massive brown orc.
Garrosh licked his lips and issued a hearty snort through his flared nostrils. The warchief then raised Gorehowl, the large axe that once belonged to his father, to the sky and bellowed, “LOK’TAR!! FOR THE HORDE!!” his champions roaring with him.
Thrall, who stood next to Garrosh during the Trial of the Crusader, nodded his approval to his once-advisor-turned-warchief. The green orc had had lingering doubts as to the hot-blooded son of Grom and some worry over his repeated insistence on waging war with the Alliance. Yet even though he’d passed the title on to Garrosh not two months prior, this dominant orc male had exceeded his every expectation and then some. Thrall was pleased to see the Horde victorious in battle.
I’m an almost-exclusively-Alliance player, myself, but... damn if I can’t resist a sexy orc campaign of domination! Pretty obvious with my previous art works, eh? Also, the Legion pre-patch events made me a bit sad, so this was my way of doing something with that.
Character and location names in this story are owned by Blizzard, used as parody fan literature
Horde Victorious
by Lucky Stallion
It began in the Trial of the Crusader, the grand Argent Tournament designed by the Argent Crusade to find the greatest warriors of Azeroth to enter Icecrown Citadel and vanquish the dreaded and ruthless Lich King...
25 of the mightiest champions of the Horde made their warchief, Garrosh Hellscream, extremely proud with their performance in Crusaders’ Coliseum of Northrend. They’d overcome every trial set forth by the paladins of the neutral Argent Crusade and had even vanquished the greatest champions of the their hated enemy, the Alliance. Garrosh’s victory had greatly humiliated Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind and leader of the opposing faction.
“That was just a taste of what the future brings, Alliance pigs!” Garrosh growled loudly, grinning ear to ear as his champions claimed their rewards from the Argent treasure cache. His golden eyes narrowed and fixated on a seething Varian. After all the boasting he’d done before the battle between his men and Garrosh’s heroes, the human king couldn’t bear to look at the massive brown orc.
Garrosh licked his lips and issued a hearty snort through his flared nostrils. The warchief then raised Gorehowl, the large axe that once belonged to his father, to the sky and bellowed, “LOK’TAR!! FOR THE HORDE!!” his champions roaring with him.
Thrall, who stood next to Garrosh during the Trial of the Crusader, nodded his approval to his once-advisor-turned-warchief. The green orc had had lingering doubts as to the hot-blooded son of Grom and some worry over his repeated insistence on waging war with the Alliance. Yet even though he’d passed the title on to Garrosh not two months prior, this dominant orc male had exceeded his every expectation and then some. Thrall was pleased to see the Horde victorious in battle.
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