The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

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The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Ckosh » Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:19 pm

A Victorious Return
(Part 4 of the Helk-prose)


The smoke burned his eyes. As the tears ran down his face, he coughed and cleared his throat. The noise was swallowed up by the din enveloping him.
Kneeling in front of the stone structure, Helkpo could vaguely see figures standing above and around him.
He knew them. He trusted them. He believed in them.

He was shattered. His legs ached and he yearned for some sleep. This was a necessity though, probably more important than the battle that preceded this moment.
The sounds around him were deafening – vendors going about their daily trade, yells, cheers, laughter, screams of pure insanity, children playing in forgotten courtyards re-enacting battles that they had heard about in legends.
The noise surrounded Helkpo like a comforter. Compared to what he had faced that day, it was a welcome distraction.

And a long day it had been. Helkpo brushed away the tears and sniffed. The air was pungent…… the reek of burning flesh cooking on a contraption in front of him tickled his nostrils and made him want to sneeze, but he controlled himself and tried to focus on those around him – those friends and comrades that were now working together to achieve the many goals of the Helkpii.

Forgotten was the time when Helkpo believed that there would be only 10……. How proud his parents would have been. He had defeated so many foes….. Even the demon lord Illidan had lain dead at his hooves. The world was slowly becoming a better place to live.

He wondered about his childhood dream that all those that he found would be like him ……… Well……….. They were like him in ways.

It seemed like only yesterday that they had entered Karazhan and defeated the undead that had reigned within its walls. How things had changed. There was a whole expansion to Helkpo’s horizons and bit by bit he had been taking it all in.

Looking around him he could see people mingling. Stolen whispers caught on the wind, and snippets of conversations and shouts caught his ears.

Helkpo looked at those he knew and could make out in the smoke. They were his comrades – daresay, his friends.

Kovacs the Warlock was standing just to Helkpo’s left. A proud figure, he had led the trail for Helkpo. He had shown all of them the way as they braved new terrain and he had been the first to inflict defeat upon the new enemy. A beacon for everyone in Azeroth and one that people would always follow, he should have been a content sort………… yet still so angry…….. Helkpo admired his resolve but wondered what could cause such anger.
The druid thought of his dead mother and the fury he had felt when she had left the mortal plain. Maybe Kovacs too had had a maternal bereavement.
The man was also now in the council of Vargoth! Helkpo reached into his pocket and removed a small solid object. It seemed to glimmer as he held it in his hand, and an image of the Archmage appeared. Helkpo smiled – and the image smiled back in return. One day he hoped to be as privileged as Kovacs.

Silhouetted on the monument was Eroskar – the redeemed – once lost and now found. He was deep in concentration. Helkpo was not sure why – could he be summoning something; A creature maybe?
Eroskar covered the scars and distress of his past well. A Death Knight from the North, Helkpo had never met a true Northerner before. Eroskar made most people around him smile. He was witty, and attempted to belie his roots and appear charming. Since Helkpo and his friends had landed upon the isle of Northrend, they had met and befriended many of these brave, strong, yet slightly ignorant Northern peoples. Nevertheless, their ferociousness in battle and true bravery could never be doubted.

Valkia and Auryon were further away from him. They seemed to be walking towards the structure, deep in conversation and slowly coming through the smoke; parting a way through to where the meat was cooking.
The smell didn’t seem to affect them as much as it did Helkpo. Damn the smoke. It infiltrated every orifice and the tears kept pouring down Helkpo’s, now matted, cheeks. He looked at the couple. He was pretty sure it was due to where they were from that they didn’t care about what they ate. His tastes were more delicate. How he missed his family.

It was good to see a blood elf befriending a Death Knight – it wasn’t the done thing, and Helkpo could imagine the outrage that their respective families must have felt. Valkia was another redeemed soul like Eroskar. However Helkpo had found it hard to recognise any form of humanity in him when they first met. The sweeping fringe on his hair, pale skin as if it had seen no light and ‘emotional’ attitude coupled with this new “Northern” language made him hard to understand. You could tell he had issues with his past – his wrists a testament to his old life of self harming.
Once again – the Helkpii was a natural home for the lost.
Auryon was a hunter of note who was semi retired. Her battle scars were on show for all to see and she struggled for a long while to deal with alcoholism and her own emotional issues. However meeting Valkia had set her on a safer path and slowly they had come to realised that together they could forge their own destinies.

Innocence the priest lingered near Eroskar (still muttering under his breath), staring at him as if they had some cyber telepathic link. Helkpo wondered if this was the case. He had seen stranger things.
The druid wondered about Innocense. She wasn’t a large woman but through his veil of tears she seemed imposing. She seemed to shimmer in front of his eyes, a blur that deceived his senses. Was she really that tall?
He remembered seeing old Tauren monuments during his childhood. Standing stones that had seemed so tall, imposing and yet regal and elegant. Now, through the smoke and fumes, when he looked at the priest and caught her in the corner of his eye, it seemed that she could even be taller than these! But that couldn’t be the case – she was merely a Blood Elf, and it must have been a trick of the light. He rubbed his eyes again.

Slightly retarded, she had had a difficult life. Sold to a travelling meat market at the age of 12, she was raped at a young age by her first husband. She had denied for years that this was anything but the norm, but eventually had killed the owner in a blazing fury that she found hard to control. Escaping with her life in peril she found the Helkpii.
Occasionally traces of that fury still spilled over from the depths of her soul. The Helkpii had been witness to this fury at least once a month.
She sang too. A pained wail could occasionally be heard across the rooftops of Dalaran as she mourned her past. She would never admit this to anyone however.
Probably due to her painful past, Helkpo believed this was the reason that she was unable to focus on one thing for long and was easily distractible. She seemed to be looking at a large purple gem that she clasped in his hands, engrossed by the colours and the sparkles reflecting in her eyes.
Helkpo felt that Innocense would have formed a close bond with Helkpoh (affectionately known as +H), had +H actually known that she was trying to communicate with him. All he could hear were her high pitched squeals, his malformed brain being unable to translate them into words.

Helkpo walked around the stone structure towards +H. He too was there, amongst the gathered Helkpii. Using a stick, he seemed to be drawing crude pictures in the dust in front of him. Helkpo admired the concentration on +H’s face, his tongue peeking out from under his bandaged face.

+H’s mental problems had improved dramatically. He had been ‘cured’ of his speechlessness, with the realisation that his lack of language came not from disability but from the fact his huge underbite had meant that it had been impossible for him to form words.
It had been a near miracle when, during the one and only duel that +H had contested, a hard blow from Beenai had not only shattered +H’s jaw, but released the pressure in his face, allowing him to form words. His inane yet somehow reassuring ramblings brought a smile to all in HELKPO, as he began to utilise words (along with his muffled groans and drooling) to communicate.

Beenai never regretted that fight. He explained that it was to teach +H a lesson. Looking at the bandages on +H’s face, Helkpo knew it wasn’t one that he would forget either.
Beenai was known for his bi-polarity. One day he would be friendly and conversational, but the next…… well…… the next day he had been known to disappear, and not even be around to speak to. He had seemed to be stable lately however, and had been leading the line when Kel’Thuzad was slain.

Looking up at the stone structure he saw figures grouped together – one seemed to be an Orc. Still unable to see clearly, and his senses bombarded by the noise and smells, and still being distracted by Eroskar and his conjuring, it took Helkpo a while to notice Suprisium.

Another of the Death Knights who had joined the Helkpii cause, Helkpo had soon realised that there was a strong similarity to +H. He too was a mute.
However, he didn’t have the severe disabilities of +H that had made +H’s early years so difficult. Suprisium had taken a vow of silence, only to be broken once he had slain Arthas…….. Helkpo felt this was a far fetched idea and was sure that he would speak before this. But ever since he had become a “BT healer” (Of course this was due to a nickname of ‘Blood Thirsty’ and no ‘other’ reason) his expectations had increased and the Death Knight Orc could prove him wrong.
Suprisium made up for his silence with a tendency to dance, cheer and be generally extravagant at all times. At that moment he was running on the spot, yelling obscenities and making the female druid beside him giggle. Some said, he looked a bit of a mong-or was he?

Vixzen the druid was a Helkpo ‘old hand’. She had experienced so much and although cynical at times, was a lady’s lady. Calm, serene and collected, she did what she could to help those around her. She too had her own problems. Continually denying her true roots she never once admitted to where she came from. Rejecting her family at Winter Veil, she joined the Helkpii as an outsider. Helkpo knew the truth. Although she pretended to be from Thunder Bluff, everyone within the ‘po knew that she was actually from the small Tauren village of Whayls.

Two that had now joined the throng were Wacog and Corpser. Corpser was being his usual self. Helkpo shook his head. This man could be such an embarrassment. Helkpo thought it was strange Wacog the Warrior was such close friends with Corpser. Maybe Corpser was simply the outlet for both of their wild sides. Wacog had played a bigger part in the guild’s activities since Naos had abandoned them all.

Helkpo sighed. Naos.

What could he have done differently? How could he have stopped him leaving them? The man had been an essential part of the guild but had wanted more. Helkpo shrugged to himself. If Naos wanted to feel Validated – then he was now in the right place.

Although a Death Knight, Corpser acted very differently to the others. He was more interested in getting naked, finding women and killing allies than appreciating fine food, friends, and company. Helkpo looked on as Corpser was devouring some meat from the machine at the base of the structure. Looking up, Corpser’s condiment encrusted face caught Helkpo’s eye. Winking, he shouted “Girls, girls, girls!!” Helkpo grinned. Corpser, albeit disgusting, did make people smile.

Eroskar, Suprisium, Valkia and Corpser - The HELKPO Death Knight contingent - all so different, yet so similar in their focus and ability. There was a fifth.
Dedpo was the first that Helkpo had encountered in Northrend and he believed the name was no small coincidence. However he seemed to keep a low profile and had not as yet aided the Helkpii in any attacks against the new enemy, preferring to ply his trade as a Jeweller. Helkpo saw this as simple laziness, and he could see the shadow of defeat in Dedpo’s eyes. The Tauren had been downtrodden too long, and now any simple request was a chore for him.

Weaving their way through the throng to his right were Lassy, and Trashy. Trashy – seriously injured from the earlier battle was being propped up by Lassy and being dragged to where Helkpo was standing. What a brave soul Trashy was. Always the last into the fray and the first to come out damaged – yet always returned for more. Trashy had battled demons, the elements, blizzards and Poseidon and had never turned tail. Such an accomplished healer, it sometimes seemed as if he wasn’t even there when the guild ventured into dungeons. However, he must have been. His armour and gear spoke otherwise. Helkpo knew this was the sign of a true professional.

Lassy, his compatriot and former lover held him close and she seemed to weave an aura of protection on the injured Shaman. Such care was touching. Lassy removed her outer clothes and wrapped them around the shivering Trashy. Lassy hadn’t changed. She had fought with the best and the worst, and knew where her true home was. Helkpo’s spirit was always reinforced by the poignant and decisive battle cries that she yelled. A keen fisherwoman and cook by trade; she had recently been honoured by the Orgrimmar fishing board for finding a previously undiscovered fish. ‘Rhedicoolus Whannksphanck’ (to quote its official name) was now a solid favourite for Warriors, Death Knights and Druids who took point in battles.

They settled down next to Eroskar who was beginning to bring forth his conjurations.
His mutterings became more audible and swiftly became yells. “HELKPO!!!” he shouted. One by one, totems appeared on the ground, glowing a sinister deep gold. Concentrating on them, Eroskar summoned a figure bathed in green, a carnie of some sort. It appeared in the middle of the totem configuration and saluted at Eroskar. He seemed pleased and Innocense seemed besotted. A large array of delicacies appeared out of thin air in front of him, the smell of burning meat intensified again and the smoke started to billow once more.

Helkpo stood tall, trying to keep up-wind, and stepped towards the stone structure. A noise caught him off guard.

Startled, he turned. Behind him was a Paladin. He had dismounted and was wielding a weapon of some might. Helkpo beamed with pride. It was Athalnor with his polearm ‘Black Ice’. Some knew what this meant – some understood the significance – some in the frozen wastes of Northrend regarded HELKPO as their Champions.

Athalnor had now struck up conversation with another female warrior, Marsha the Tauren, and seemed to be calculating the speed of his new weapon and discussing how much damage he could inflict upon an unknown enemy. “Obsessed” thought Helkpo, but the man was a machine.

Marsha seemed to be deep in discussion with Athalnor. The strange thing was that though they both seemed to be saying the same thing at times, Marsha still seemed to be disagreeing with everything Athalnor had to say. Helkpo was confused, and thought he must be simply misunderstanding the conversation. The warrior had led the line for the guild on numerous occasions, and Helkpo could see the numerous battle plans hanging out of Marsha bag and pockets. You could never say that this woman was under prepared.

Today was for celebration. Today was for heroes. Today, they had ended the Nexus War.

Just one of the many achievements that Helkpo believed his mother had foretold so long ago. This was a huge accomplishment however and outclassed all others. There was only one thing remaining to be done. One last essential ritual.

His eyes clearing he waved away some of the lingering smoke. There were more figures around him now. Lassy was now dancing, shouting and celebrating together with the troll Wacog and the Death Knight Corpser. Wacog noticed Helkpo looking at him and saluted to him in acknowledgement. Helkpo nodded back.

He strode towards them. As the smoke cleared from in front of him, he could see the stone structure more clearly – a well – with all the Helkpii gathered around.

Kneeling he rested his image of Vargoth near the green garbed individual that Eroskar had summoned, and concentrated. From the floor, in front of him a glass faceted globe appeared and began to spin. Eerie music began to emanate from around him.

“Who has the food?” Helkpo shouted. “I have the food!!!” Eroskar yelled.

Standing up, the cheering, the feasting, the dancing and the drinking intensified.

The Nexus War had been ended, Malygos had been slain and Kel’Thuzad’s influence had been removed from Northrend. Arthas would soon hear of this and their world would be changed forever.

But for now, the Helkparty had begun.
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 3 (in production)

Postby naos » Fri Jan 16, 2009 1:18 pm

gief!
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Ckosh » Mon Jan 19, 2009 5:13 pm

ta daaaaaaaa! :D
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby dream » Mon Jan 19, 2009 5:31 pm

awesome. good work! MOAR
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Lassy » Mon Jan 19, 2009 5:33 pm

The next morning, the intensity of their hangovers was glaring them in the face. They looked around...

Waking up in a dark iron dwarf bar, in the depths of the earth, is nature's way of telling you you overdid it. They groaned and headed home...




Nice one kosh :)
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Trashy » Mon Jan 19, 2009 7:09 pm

+1 beer for CK!
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Gryndkorr » Mon Jan 19, 2009 7:45 pm

Rocks! When the epic is complete we need to self-publish this with illustrations by Trashy
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby eliara2 » Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:11 pm

Greta story as usual ckosh.
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Ckosh » Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:58 pm

Gryndkorr wrote:Rocks! When the epic is complete we need to self-publish this with illustrations by Trashy


yes yes yes!!!!!!!

Trashy you need to draw mini cartoons for each paragraph or so :D

And lol Lassy - I forgot about the dark iron bar :lol:
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Vixzen » Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:15 am

That had me chuckling all the way through it. Nicely done :)
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby mongor » Tue Jan 20, 2009 2:09 am

Every word in your story needs to be purple, because it's totally fucking epic.
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Leoncio » Tue Jan 20, 2009 7:25 am

It was great!
Reading that text made my day, now I'm going to sleep (work in a couple of hours).
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Trashy » Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:23 am

Ckosh wrote:
Gryndkorr wrote:Rocks! When the epic is complete we need to self-publish this with illustrations by Trashy


yes yes yes!!!!!!!

Trashy you need to draw mini cartoons for each paragraph or so :D


I dread that my computer drawning skills is not great enough to truely do justice to Ck's stories
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Tariq » Tue Jan 20, 2009 7:38 pm

There was a fifth.
Dedpo was the first that Helkpo had encountered in Northrend and he believed the name was no small coincidence. However he seemed to keep a low profile and had not as yet aided the Helkpii in any attacks against the new enemy, preferring to ply his trade as a Jeweller. Helkpo saw this as simple laziness, and he could see the shadow of defeat in Dedpo’s eyes. The Tauren had been downtrodden too long, and now any simple request was a chore for him.


The Dedpo liketh not such comments...

How dare a simple traveller refer to the might of The Dead One in such a mis-concieved and inconsequential way! Beware! Such slanderous misconception is not without consequence, mortal...

**With a mighty thunderclap, The Dead One shifted into the mortal coil, a fizzing, crackling ball of blinding energy racing through the darkness, searching for a fresh host*

The Dedpo sniffed at the cool night air, his ancient soul relishing the new-found senses of his powerful Tauren frame. With a look of fury that seemed to darken the very air around him, he blew the mighty horn of winter and leapt into the shadows, the other-worldly glint of his blade was the last thing his startled brethren would ever see of him.**

Edit*

Tariq is back bt the way. His fingers of frost are twitching again and he will be clawing his way slowly back into contention!
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Zolug » Mon Jan 26, 2009 3:27 am

Very well written ck, enjoyed the story very much. awesome sauce
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby naos » Sat May 30, 2009 6:17 pm

i think its about time we get a part 4 aint it?
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby eliara » Sun May 31, 2009 12:31 am

You mean part 5? And i wont to be in it, even if i have been an absent slacker lately
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Ckosh » Sun May 31, 2009 12:33 am

No creative juices at the moment :)

But it will come!
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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby fonkje » Fri Oct 09, 2009 3:08 pm

Are your juices all spiced up again?

reading this makes me feel to be in the presence of Heroes. Heroes my ol'pepe told of. Those of times where dragons were as common as critters. Times where Great hammers were forged out of the flames and stone of vanquished elemental demigods. Times where orcs walked not besides men but besides no one, where orcs were not matched. Times our true lust of blood and rage were frantically cheered upon instead of frowned. You helkpii have been mirroring those same talents and skills of the old ones. I Honour myself everyday to walk beside you even though the orcish reign has succumbed to petty politics, it is with you my lust for blood builds. You have given me a taste of what those heroes my ol'pepe told of, could be like.

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Re: The Greatest Story Ever Told - Part 4

Postby Ckosh » Fri Oct 09, 2009 4:29 pm

I had a couple of "moments" - but still dry

Fancy writing a story about you joining the Po?
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