My WoW (World of Warcraft) guild was having a story writing competition on our guild page. There were 3 screenshots to choose from. The point of this contest was to choose a screenshot and write a story to go with the shot.

Original image was taken from here: [link]



Deluhathol gazed up the seemingly never-ending staircase. “Now or never”, he thought to himself. He wasn’t too worried about the upcoming battle or the fact he was all alone, after all, his name meant “deadly blade”. He also hadn’t yet met a foe that could best him. Yet. No one could ever ascertain their future in battle.

His looks were deceiving in that he was tall and slender, almost fragile looking. That was where his enemies were gravely mistaken. Most enemies were under the impression that elves only knew how to shoot bows and heal people. While he could shoot a bow and do some minor healing, they didn’t realize the deadly swiftness and accuracy in which Deluhathol could wield a blade.

Those very traits had gotten him through the last battle. It had all seemed simple and easy at the time. How hard could collecting “voodoo feathers” be? That was the question his group would all too soon find the answer to. They had made it out alive – barely. The feathers, it turned out, were only obtained from destroying each of the troll guardians in the Sunken Temple. Six guardians in all. The last, Loro, almost had them. They were all battle weary from fighting the previous five, but they succeeded in bringing Loro down to obtain the final feather. All of this done to help a fallen hero – a fallen hero of the Horde.

That was then. This is now. Deluhathol was going to run this mission solo. He was the only one of his group left with the strength, skill & stamina needed to complete this task. Countless dozens of others had tried and not one had ever completed the mission successfully. Now here he was, one elf against certain doom. Would Deluhathol make it? Or just become another fallen hero?