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5. Thrown at the wolves

I turned five years old five days ago and participated in preparing the ceremony for the first time as well. If translated into human years, I would be between seven and ten years old, a somewhat imprecise guess. I wasn't an expert, and I considered that in my estimation, but it wasn't that far off.

Turning five years old was important; it was when cubs began to learn the concrete roles they would play in the future for the tribe and when they would learn to fight, and the broad stroke...

4. Tea Drama

Belly up on a colorful flowery bed, basking under the twin moonlight broken by the green crowns of ancient trees, was a furbolg cub. The majority of his dark charcoal fur contrasted starkly with his vibrant surroundings. Foam and drool flowed from his open muzzle, his tongue hanging limply in the grass.

In his left paw was an empty crystal flask: the remnants of a strange teal liquid glittered under the dim light. Then footsteps broke the serene silence of the night, followed by an ech...

Characters Images for Warcraft Fanfic

Those are for the characters I have images for. Notably, the furbolgs would be lacking; they are just unrecognizable piles of polygons of different shades of brown, black, and white. It would be the same for many others.

However, Krolg, Oakpaw, Ota Wen, and Murgut are from an existing tribe, the Foolweild. Still, since the tribe was corrupted, I changed their name to Greenweald. I will try to limit my number of OCs even if it's the same, as they are tone of characters in the lore who a...

3. Grow little one, grow!

I studied the seven acorns in the center of my paw. They were identical in appearance and texture, and their smell wasn't that distinct. Yet, that couldn't be further from the truth.

Two were duds. Three were too weak to germinate, and even if they did, the seedlings would die quickly without special care. The last two, however, were different—they were full of potential and vitality. And in those two, one was above. That was what I felt from them.

Saving the good ones, I thre...

Furbolg

Here you have the bear people. It should give a good idea of what they look like.

Males average between 2.5 m (~8ft) to 3 m (10ft), and females between 2.25 m (~7ft) to 2.75 m (~9ft), but it can be way higher, almost double at times.

They have five digits on each hand-paws with pads, and they end in long claws merged with the last phalanx, making their fingers appear stubby.

They don't have tails.

I will add more later.

2. Communal Birthday

Today was what could be called my first birthday, though that's not quite correct to call it that. It wasn't a birthday per se; it didn't exist as a concept to furbolgs, but there was an equivalent.


It was tied to the annual celestial event called the Eclipse of the Two Brothers. The two brothers in question were the Bear Lords Ursol and Ursoc, and it was called this because furbolgs named the two moons after their main characteristic. The larger, whiter moon was Ursoc's Might, and...

1. A Bear Rebirth

Here is the new fanfic!

(Synopsis:
A man gets reincarnated as one of the silly bipedal honey-loving magical murder bears on Azeroth in World of Warcraft. One of the races commonly massacred in early game quests.

His goals are simple. To survive and avoid the corruption and daily destruction of his new species, the furbolgs.)

That should give a general idea. I will try to give information to the ones unfamiliar with the universe, but be wary; it's a vast universe of e...

62. Darkness

I gazed at the Flask of Sealing–my prison–an object I have come to hate almost as much as ‘Mother. A feat seldom few were capable of earning this kind of intention from me.

I wasn't hateful. I was petty, not hateful.

Khaine was imprisoned under my decision, but my hate wasn't mutual with his blinding rage. He was a particularly dislikable annoyance of a brother. Still, he would remain in the deepest layer of the Vault in arcane and temporal stasis until the Pantheon manage...

61. Knitting the Divideds

Thinning an elegant string of darkness in its purest, most primal form between my clawed fingers, I directed my gaze at my kin brothers, sisters, and niece. My other myself has finished our part of the contract with the infant Lumen of Light and rejoined me.


And these were quite the unconventional wishes, to say the least, aside from the second, the secret of the arcane and the universe. It was something even the dullest of Ork would have desired to possess at some point. It was ak...

60. Three Wishes

Grabbing the edge of my golden flower-shaped pod–where I had been resting–I delicately pried it open and floated out. My long tail whipped in the air as I stretched, groaning loudly in contentment. 


The pain from being repeatedly stabbed was gone, the sweet agony defeated, utterly shattered in the face of Isha's life-giving power; there wasn't even a dull ache remaining. Yet a tiny fraction of me was disappointed the suffering was gone, a little part I would destroy, but a...

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59. Conclusion of Conflict

The Fall had happened.


It was an undeniable truth.


Every creature's bearing, even a figment of a soul, had sensed it, a deep sense of dread, existential revulsion, and attraction rippling across the Milky Way from its epicenter with little to nothing warding it.


The Aeldari were the most touched, even from the impenetrable fortress that was the Dark Cradle. Panic was a word that would be shameful to use in this context; the scale was of far too important propo...

58. Commoraggh no More

Reappearing in the little of what remained of Yuggoth, I mentally pinged the Blackstone Fortresses to see their states. And from the looks of it, it wasn't good, to say the least, but it was even less surprising.


Every energy in their storage was used to fire at me, to eradicate what I did not desire in a cataclysmic explosion. Now, they were comparable to massive ebony black molten slag. None of the elegant flower-like designs remained or much of their function.


But tha...

57. Critical Failure and Success

'Why do I refuse? Why? Why?' Questioned my voice in my head again and again and again with no rhyme or reason. An undertone of sensual depravity and cutesy confusion twisting what I was, not that I ever was opposite to it. It was intensified and distorted.

The parasite, the fourth psychic tumor, Slaanesh, or what I would become if I were to accept the oh-so-sweet offers, forfeiting my everything to be reshaped, reborn in anarchy. Pleasure, pain, and every desire incarnated in their utt...

56. The Fourth

In a cataclysmic preternatural storm of proportion rivaling and surpassing many of the gravest tragedies of the War in Heaven in scale and potency, a nascent God from old and new appeared. At its heart, the eye of the cyclone, was he here, a horned creature hovered down from a golden loop, his form ever-shifting, mutating as if unable to fund its calling.

One of his hands was shifting from many fingers to three and five, one among all others, floating in the pulsating memetic storm of ...

55. The Fall

My grin could not grow any higher as I hunched forward, my tail flicking behind me in a lazy swirl. At the same time, I gazed deeply into the eyes of my creation, the light of my shadow, and the culmination of crafted mortal drama spanning millennia.

To say I was pleased would be an understatement. It hadn't been difficult to orchestrate, but difficulty hardly scaled with the pleasure the result brought.

"Before any deeper communion… let's proceed per our agreement, shall we, ...

54. Opening Pandora's Box

Walking from a flickering portal akin to the most beautiful night sky supported on a golden ring was a man of a tanned complexion with hair and eyes darker than coal dressed in plain grey clothes. A human, despite his many qualities, defies the norms of the species.


There were a few seconds as El Shaddai blinked, and the world unfolded before his dark pupils to a sight surpassing any he had ever witnessed or conceived. Mountains so high they scraped the upper layer of the stratosph...

53. The Beginning of the End

A workshop could be seen within a grand chamber of scintillating stone and ephemeral metal bathed under the light of an actual constellation if such a meager word could begin to describe it. For it was no ordinary workshop, befitting of its station as the centerpieces of this room beyond the understanding of the mortal mind.

To its leftmost corner was an impossible array of what appeared to be flasks, containers, tubes, and support of all kinds reminiscent of equipment for chemistry, y...

52. From Darkness Light is Born

Today's events were to be forever etched in the records of Humanity as the Light won over Darkness, the day the Beast of the Apocalypse was sealed away after hours of blades and claws clashing. Remodeling the landscape forevermore and the birthing event of countless legends.


Or, for me, the day one of my grandest spells reached completion, though in a way that was less than ideal. It was a strange mix of emotions I had, but I was quite dissatisfied. Instead of a mortal ascending to...

51. Light in the Darkness

Darkness swallowed every trace of light from the vast clearing of an equally vast forest, the army of genecrafted men and golem vanishing into the shadow, leaving only four in the light of the sunless day.


The Architect of the Tower of Babel was the first to voice his uncomprehension; he wasn't the first to get his bearing, however, and his words and demeanor were in drastic opposition to his usual self.


“Wha-what is happening?!” He cried out, reeling back at the hor...

50. Bright Sharding

Silently hovering above one of the enumerable gilded bridges crossing an endless abyss of impossible design was a lithe metallic creature of bronze and cobalt with four thin tentacle-like arms, two on each side curling together yet never touching and a pair of stilt-shaped legs barely discernible from one another.


Its featureless face let no emotions show as the terrifyingly frigid cold black dot that was its eyes in a sea of pure white trailed over the grand dark, nothing around t...

Chapter 46. Ring Stealer is available for Beta Ascended

49. Dark King

A young horned male Aeldari with purple skin could be seen levitating in front of a gargantuan golden ring impeded in the ground, its size beyond the realm of the equally immense mountainous range surrounding it.


In the palms of this strange being, more Daemon in appearance than Aeldari, a diminutive arcane rune could be seen peacefully hovering, within it a pentacle of depthless darkness. Long minutes passed in absolute silence, the wind forbidden from blowing, and he languidly cl...

Chapter 45. Broken King is available for Beta Ascended

Avatar of Lileath

It's in that general theme but with wings.

48. Chaotic Alliance

“Fuck.” I swore any notion of amusement I had would have shattered into millions of pieces at this unprecedented piece of news.


Yuggoth was important, and that would be putting it extremely lightly. It was the beating heart and skeleton behind my every scheme and action. It was why I had put great effort into its protection from the get-go, giving well-worded advice to the arrogant toads and my full cooperation, using body parts and blood to craft and fuel the wards. 
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Chapter 44. The New Man is available for Beta Ascended

47. Power of Belief

Before my eyes was a battlefield of immense proportion; on one side were Cruisers akin to living organisms of metal, their black shape smooth and organic-like as they stood steadfast in an impenetrable formation above a Maiden World we were in the process of displacing thanks to the combined might of their arcane shielding.


The Lethe Field, in this configuration, made for a beautiful iridescent energy barrier that absorbed the bulk of the kaleidoscopic death rain thrown its way fro...

Chapter 43. Atrium of Kadath is available for Beta Ascended

46. Ring Stealer

“Are you certain this is the way, old man?” A muscular young man in simple clothing with sun-kissed skin of impossible cleanness under the harsh rays of the sun and relentless wind of the desert. His long black hair was seemingly unaffected.


The answer came from a handsome middle-aged man of a darker complexion in an extravagant yellow dress walking behind him with an equal supernatural orderliness of his body and clothes. One would mistake the two for a warrior and a philosoph...