Tres'trul the Sun Elf

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Hello this is blarg yet again showing off one of my many amazing stories it's a story combining the concepts of Forgotten realms with Dota (a game on Warcraft 3) Enjoy
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Chapter 1: The Convergence


A lone figure trekked the dusty road to one of the few taverns located in the lands of Ashenvale- constant warfare had no room for drunks. Tres’trul a man of immense power had been wandering the worlds along with dimensions for hundreds of years and one thing he’d discovered about himself was his insatiable thirst for battle- nothing gave him such a thrill as did life endangering battles. Though the sun was high in the sky and summer was only half way through he still wore his immense black cloak shielding his body from things other than sight. His head, his only revealed skin was handsome by many standards- blonde hair of medium length trailed down to his shoulders he had a clean shaven face along with blue eyes that have won the hearts of many women. Those same eyes however have seen thousands fall down dead at the end of his weapons.

Off to the side of him in the cover of the forest there was constant activity as a party assembled to intercept the detected intruder spied on the man. Gondar had constantly been creeping around the intruder moving as softly as the wind blowing while being as visible as the wind as well taking one last long look at the strange wanderer the Draenei went back through the trees along the dirt road where his companions awaited his return. Walking through the shrubbery he didn’t displace a single fleck of dirt, “He doesn’t seem like a threat, let us apprehend him and get back- I tire from these pointless observations.” Coming out of the clearing a beautiful night elf mounted on a white sabre her dark sking was light amongst the many night elf standards due to her lunar activities. She had angular features mixed with shapely curves- her long hair always seemed kept straight and draped over her back.

“Yes we shall apprehend him now I will go in front of him, Rikimaru and Gondar- I want you two to remain ready to apprehend him at my command, do try to not kill him.” With that the amazing animal that served as her mount leaned back flexing its muscles and with a roar that shook the trees and lifted dozens of birds into the air shot itself into the air flying over the stranger and sailed ten feet past him before pivoting from its front paws on the ground to come spinning around to view the stranger. At the same time the two invisible allies had made their way to the stranger with all haste, the trio were around the hapless man within a second, sitting straight as ever on her mount she began speaking- “State your business here in Ashevale stranger- however watch your words for if you speak of ill fortune I assure you will not live long enough to enact it.”

Expecting the stranger to speak all attention was on him, but the handsome man smiled, “Ah, but you see I have no business here- rather I wish to begin a business here as a bounty hunter.” Synchronizing his movements with his words the man allowed his cloak to reveal two blood-red scimitars with green jewels on their hilts. Both gave off an immense aura that none had felt prior to the engagement. The small blue satyr began to shift from foot to foot extremely uncomfortable with the way things were being played out.

Being no fool Mirana had purposefully waited for this particular stretch of road for the sun to impair the man yet to her he seemed to ignore it completely. It was at that moment that she realized what she’d missed about him earlier. His angular features were striking- too striking for any human he was obviously not just a human for he had some features of an elf. Her brow furrowed as she searched for an answer but then was shocked to learn a powerful voice boom through her head. Perhaps I might be a descendant of a sun-elf? Her face changed from concentration to pure horror as she realized that he indeed had all the traits to be such a character. Stammering for the first time in her life she managed to utter the words before throwing her bow up to fire, “Kill him! He’s a sun elf!”

Her Ashenvale bow as firing its second arrow before the first even hit the man and her two companions were breaking their stealth to bear blades on the man yet when all three elements attempted to strike none seemed to so much as graze the man. Each attack bounced off the figure as if he was immune to the material world. Thinking such she began a chant to use the very power of the stars themselves to blast the intruder from the face of the planet when his image wavered and the next heart beat he was next to her a dagger in hand across her throat and the press of the blade drawing a thin line of red across her smooth dark skin and with that threat her spell died in her throat.

The elf was smiling at the bewildered companions but both Gondar and Rikimaru were experienced in the ways of battle and were on the move almost the next heart beat weaving spells of invisibility around their persons. Smiling the sun elf who’d apparently had been crouching on the hump of the frozen sabre began to move- it being mentally attached to Mirana knew the dangers she was currently in dared not move. As lightly as he’d landed on the hump he jumped off gracefully doing a back flip and landed on the dirt some twenty feet behind. “I always wish for a challenging fight even if it is one of the rare ones that I do not wish to start.” With that he grinned and pushed back his black cloak to reveal a satchel from which as fast as the eye could follow he retrieved a pinch of sand meanwhile he whispered a few words and threw the now enchanted sand which caused the air to waver revealing the creeping warriors. Realizing their discovery both went on guard presenting their implanted arms to ready.

Mirana was concentrating on the battle and on calling reinforcements in for she knew now that the man would be my no means anything short of an impossible catch. Never moving his eyes off the beautiful female rider the elf spoke in an almost joyful voice- “Ah well we’ve engaged in battle without even introducing ourselves for what kind of dishonor is that to not know who killed you? My name is Tre’strul Verul.” The man bowed low to his opposition. He simply stood their waiting for the others to introduce themselves and after a few seconds of waiting on a response he frowned bringing an ugly expression to his prominent face. “So it seems that you are creatures of lower intellect and or honor so thus I shall take no pity in taking your lives and souls.” He didn’t hesitate a moment after he’d finished his sentence- in a blur he drew out his dual scimitars so quickly that they left behind trails of blood red in the air showing their paths. He immediately disappeared and reappeared next to Gondar with his right sword held high ready for a strike from above when the Draenei shifted his weight onto his heels allowing himself to drop backwards and thus allowing him to shield the falling strike faster with his right blade than normally possible.

Not a heart beat later came the left scimitar dead on center attempting to pierce rather than slash. Gondar dropped his right blade allowing the strike from above to slide off harmlessly to the side and used his already in place blade by parrying the strike by hitting it off in the opposite direction of the other sword making the elf arm’s criss-crossed. Grinning the sun elf dropped down as Rikimaru popped up behind him to stab at nothing at air and to the shock of all of them the Elf had dropped through into the ground and appeared behind the small Satyr- hands back in an offensive position.

Lunging to the left Tres’trul spun left wards as well bringing his left scimitar in the spin across the satyr’s back but with a silent wheeze a cloud of smoke appeared and some how manipulated the incoming blade to completely miss the deadly satyr. Smiling at their devilish cleverness the elf leaped up into the air to feel the heat from above. Looking up in time he saw an enormous beam of light shooting down from the heavens themselves onto him. Quickly throwing his right scimitar above him in a vertical spin perpendicular to the ground he drew a small object with the feel of his mana transformed into a golden shield. Shouldering his life line he took the complete blast of the spell.

In truth the shield absorbed the entire spell and then as it was designed to- shattered into thousands of pieces which turned into small meteorites which rained chaos onto the ground below. Seeing his blade already on the ground quivering- around it streaks of light kept hitting the ground he set himself into motion yet again. At the snap of his thin bronze fingers the scimitar appeared in his waiting hands. Dispelling his flight he began to drop back down upon the waiting forces. Realizing his disadvantage at being unable to maneuver in the air despite the group being extremely uncomfortable with the incoming meteorites he decided it best to move out of the deadly situation. Touching his golden ring on his right index finger- yet again he felt the familiar tug to his desired destination.

Faster than his sharp mind could register he was on the ground in the shadows of an enormous tree however the illusion did not hold for too long against the veteran. Realizing just how much larger the tree seemed than the other trees he quickly dove to the side as a protector’s arm clubbed the ground next to him. The very ground shook causing the incoming bounty hunter to falter in his step and barely recovering but costing him a valuable strike. Seemingly unaffected the sun elf turned in time to see an glowing arrow strike him in the chest. A brilliant explosion of light- yellow and white filled the area despite it being day time and not long after the combustion the elf stood there seemingly untouched but also visibly breathing heavier. However all concepts of victory being close at hand were dispelled immediately when the Elf straightened and began to laugh. “Oh how I do enjoy a challenge, four against one-”

“Five against one.” Boomed the voice a mighty blue dragon hovering in the air. Simply smiling at the challenge the elf changed posture. “Mirana- support us, you seem shaken.” Said the blue dragon who’s scales appeared dark for the skin was not that of a young whelp- rather an ancient.

Not being one for questions Tres’trul simply couldn’t resist asking a question, “So how in the world did you get an ancient dragon to fight for your cause?” He didn’t get a verbal response yet one delivered in a similar manner- in breath. A breath of frost shot from the mouth of the dragon and descended onto him. The elf was always ready for a great deal of things as was about to counter the blast when he realized that many were moving away from its bound impact- even the enormous protector. Using a single gesture being that of a line being traced he opened a slice of air in the trajectory of the blast and quickly willed the exit of the gap in the plane to lead to the two warriors who sensing the expiration of the revealing spell were fading from visibility. Trusting his abilities Tres’trul produced a throwing dagger almost in the same moment that he’d finished his spell all the while sheathing his right scimitar.

Throwing it in an underhand fashion he sent it flying at the priestess of Elune who seemed to be casting some spell of great power for he could feel the blessings from above already coming down. The dagger however was intercepted by an outstretched limb of the ent. Already realizing the futility of attempting to strike through pure physical attacks he extracted his right saber yet again and activated one of their many abilities- the ability to cover themselves in faerie fire which would spread through wood as fast as the eye could register. Sensing that the ring he’d been using for fast teleportation had only a few more uses before it would be required to recharge itself. Delving into his enchanted bracers he used their energy to aid his calves and thighs in pushing him forward of his target- the woman. However as he was moving through the open space going a full tenfold faster than he normally could a giant blue tail swept in front of him.

Knowing his time was limited he threw himself off the ground and hit a boulder laying nearby which had been disheveled as the trees had been around the path due to the enormous ent and dragon. He didn’t bother setting his left foot on the rock due to his limited time he pushed off with all his strength leading him to become parallel with the ground and barely clearing the tail. Still spinning horizontally he twisted his body by throwing his right arm out to twist himself back vertically he landed with a summersault and quickly sprang back into a mad dash at the priestess. However as he was about to strike her she faded from view along with the dragon. Knowing that a priestess of Elune could not move her comrades out of battle but rather alter the light around them rendering them invisible he continued on and slashed wildly at thin air for she was no longer there.

He prepared himself for a barrage but all he heard was a growl of the dragon which quickly turned into the yell of a man. Deciding it best to conserve his materials the elf began backing up- retreating for he knew well enough that soon there’d be many more coming to clash swords and spells with him. Even with the five he’d faced he realized that these forces were no novices in the art of deceptive battle nor in direct. Smiling to himself he simply vanished into a beam of light as twenty more shadows emerged to pounce on the elf to find him gone.

To be continued…

[silent deadly alchemist]

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Chapter 2: Consequence

Davion vented in rage by pacing through the open grounds, a sun elf had just escaped their grasps and the sun elf had made a mockery of all of them. An opponent who could fight on par with five legendary warriors was not one to be taken lightly. And the mocking smile and the confident voice of the elf infuriated the half dragon all the more! He’d became a dragon purely for the fight and even with his heightened strength was unable to even touch the intruder. Throwing off his yellow winged helmet he ran his hand through his equally yellow hair which fell down on his broad shoulders.

Mirana however was yet to recover from the encounter. She’d been shaken deeply- everyone knew it though she refused to acknowledge it. She’d almost been killed and it wasn’t through her prowess that she’d survived rather it was the opposite- through her lack of prowess. For no man would let a powerful adversary live. Not too many liked the feeling of being dwarfed in power by so much, especially a priestess of Elune. Thinking it his place to comfort her began to approach her when the tell-tale sign of a crackle of arcane magic in the air signified the approach of their beloved leader- Malfurion.

Appearing out of thin Air the great druid stood tall with his staff fashioned out of World Tree and by it as well. The night elf druid had an air of superiority around his person that seemed to deny those all around him the right to speak. His rounded horns a symbol of his druidic rights were amazingly large further more symbolizing the level of power he’d achieved in the druidic arts. He didn’t miss a beat, as soon as he appeared he began pacing his long green robe trailing behind him. The first person who he addressed was Mirana for she had been in command of the squadron that had been assigned to apprehend the troublesome elf- Malfurion though goodly in nature was not a forgiving soul. “Mirana Nightshade,” Boomed the ever commanding voice of Malfurion and through instinct alone the priestess who’s mind had recessed into a state of comatose brought her to her feet in a standing salute to her leader. “I assigned you with the mission of apprehending a single man- yet you failed to do so, do you care to explain your failure?”

Mirana’s normally confident features had almost come in a complete circle and were now those of a worried old hag, her eyes had rings about them and her cheeks were sagging. For some unknown reason Davion seemed to sense that the battle with the sun elf had sparked some kind of depressing memory in the priestess. Deciding it was not his place to partake in the current conversation for he knew that the druid would soon come to him any ways. With a hand still at his hip resting lightly on his short sword he turned around on his heals and walked away with the sun at his back along with the words of the scolding night elf.

“I am deeply sorry Malfurion, we tried but this sun elf seems to be on a level of expertise we have never seen…” With that her eyes began to lose focus on her surroundings.

“Mirana, pay attention; this is important, tell me how this elf fought?” Knowing the age and wisdom of her leader she began to tell him of the events that had taken place during the fight. Nodding his head with her every word, he stood still to the end allowing his beard to sway in response to the random paths of the wind. Putting a finger in his beard he began to twist his grown hair in a circle around his finger a sign of nervousness that the proud leader rarely showed.

“I have met this elf once, thousands of years prior to now. It was prior to the fall of Illidian and his following imprisonment, about 10,000 years ago. He was one of the few sun elves who’d escaped banishment a few years prior to that. His crime being was that he had attempted to defend the well of eternity with illidian but he was the first to fall and he was possibly the hardest to capture for his destruction is near impossible his very life essence is infused partly with time itself requiring a demigod to destroy him. It is something I found out as I attempted to kill him… I hope that this essence of evil does not show up again unless he truly does wish to join our side of the war.”

Mirana had been attentively listening to the druid’s story and realized that he’d left something out, “Malfurion, what exactly happened to Tres’trul after you defeated him?”

The normally calm expression on his fair features disappeared with one of sorrow and very grim indeed. “I had no choice but to banish him to realms of hell, I had hoped that he would die there.” Sighing he put his right hand against his chest over his heart, “The opening of the gate cost me gravely, for hell takes a bit of the life essence of the summoning being in order to compensate for the cost of energy in sustaining itself in the material plane. I am deeply amazed that the crazed elf has escaped and so well off as well- I must assume his power has grown a great deal more since I met him.”

A bit confused the priestess consulted the sentinel leader. “But how is he that strong if we were able to hold him at bay, for you alone can easily hold your own against many more than he did.”

Smiling at her as one would at an incompetent child he continued, “Ah but that is the beauty of sun elves, they are not beings of continuous powers, rather they can accumulate their power every passing day and expend it all at once. In a sense they can hold a potentially infinite amount of mana and that is why they’re so threating… if you had not noticed he also did not use any spells instead he used mundane methods of attack inforced by enchantments woven onto his apparel- Sun Elves are mages, not fighters my dear.” The druid’s smile disappeared however for the grim situation at hand and began to cast a spell to travel back to his quarters when Mirana rose off the ground.

Apparently the priestess had regained her dignity from the words of the druid. She never said anything and she couldn’t of even if she wanted to, for at that moment the druid warped away and reappeared in his quarters.

The night elf was not fond of lying but he had had no choice in the matter. One of his valiant commanders had lost her will to fight in the already unbalanced war efforts- he could not afford another loss.

His whole elaborate lie had been meant to make Mirana think more highly of herself. He made a mental note to not charge Mirana with any more important duties for at least a month. Sighing he began searching for a book- for a book about the sun elves one that contained knowledge that was not simply a legend.

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Tres’trul watched in his incorporeal form displayed as light itself. The group had collapsed on his position a mere second too late giving the elf the time to disappear. If a spirit could sigh he did jus that and continued to float away from the gathering. He knew now that he would be unable to find his way into the living side of the war. But perhaps, just perhaps he could find himself the ever so dangerous role of a middle man, the title sat with him perfectly for he thought of himself as just that. He had no need for sides, he just enjoyed the constant thrills of battles.

Floating down to the ground he began to animate himself into a corporeal form so that he may be considered “living” once again. After the process had been finished he began to stretch- partially due to his sores from the fast paced battle and partially to make sure that he’d placed everything back in the right place. After stretching every which way he looked around taking in his surroundings that had eluded his attention earlier.

He realized that he was in an clearing in the forest. Many shrubs surrounded him and many of those shrubs were thorn-like in nature. There was no natural sounds and the sky was slightly visible though he was underneath the canopies of trees. However the longer he listened the more he was positive that the animals were not making noises for a very good reason. Sighing to his misfortune the bronze skinned blonde elf kicked off the ground flying a great distance into the air and grabbing onto a large branch with out stretched and waiting hand.

Not soon after making contact with the branch he used his upward momentum to spin his body around the branch and lightly fall at the end of it. All around him he saw only trees and shrubbery. However the deathly silence surrounding him did more than just bother him. After all he was only a few miles north of the night elves and other peaceful creatures- so why would the birds stop singing other than the obvious which could only be the presence of an evil race.

Muttering a single word caused extremely faint dots to appear throughout his vision. Many of them being just bold enough to represent a large animal; however none who could be dwarves, goblins, or any other underdark race were around them.


I assure you there's more to read i just am too sleepy to continue and i am leaving tomorrow for wyoming so i am just posting what i have, i didn't even edit this with my pathetic scan edit. so ya. Enjoy! Up until the very abrupt ending which i probably wrote in the completely wrong maner! (In my sleepy state i keep writing character names of different books in this one.

-to be continued...-

~blarg