Hearthpwn

I had some free time and decided to have some fun. I hope you enjoy the read! ^^

Twas not so long ago that a fierce battle raged twixt a warrior and warlock. The brave combatants faced each, their eyes twitching as their minds formulated complex ways of outmaneuvering and outclassing the other's antics and strategies.

From the get go, the warrior had the upper hand, as his opponent had mistaken him for an automaton of limited mental faculties, that would mindlessly bludgeon his face with his weapons and the aid of the pirates of Gadgetzan. Little did he know the terror he was up against. The cunning ruse did not last long however, as the warrior's armor kept increasing and the words "I'm in charge now" were never uttered.

Wide-eyed the warlock exclaimed "extraordinary", his mind genuinely baffled from the warrior's ingenuity, only to be met by the words "Heh, greetings" sarcastically dripping from his opponent's lips.

Going on the offensive, the warlock did his best to crush the being that had mocked him ever so fervently moments ago. Spells were cast, minions were murdered, demons swarmed the battlefield only to be forced to kill each other after magical ringing bells told them to do so. Yet as this all transpired, the warrior's life span kept getting shorter and shorter. Sweat glistened off of his orange brow, his body and mind not quite dead yet but still barely alive.

"Let's see how you deal with this" he cried out in desperation as he summoned Rotface, a cacophony of putrid body parts sewn together by someone who surely did not have a medical degree. Now, whether it was due to the lack of power or simple ignorance, the warlock chose to ignore the heap of bile flesh and summon a terror of old, the mighty Doctor Boom and his infamous boombot inventions.

Undeterred and under his master's orders, Rotface charged at the inventions of the good Doctor, slaughtering one and in the process summoning a new friend and companion, Archbishop Benedictus. Yet no sooner had he entered the battlefield, he was mortally wounded by the exploding machina. "Help me please and I will bestow upon you the chance for victory" begged Benedictus of the warrior, as he clutched the gaping hole that was in his chest .

Eyebrows arching in interest, the warrior accepted the Archbishop's plea for help and cast a spell that would save his spirit and allow him to be re-summoned but only after experiencing the anguish of death. "You are now MINE blood warrior" he exclaimed in glee.

At the next available opportunity and without a second thought, the newly renewed warrior summoned his old friend the Archbishop, his mouth agape spewing with hysterical laughter as he stole the Warlock's power. Yet his overconfidence would be his down fall.

"You may have my power but your life will be Mine" shrieked the warlock as he shed his human form and embraced his inner darkness "now face the Fury of my Demons and their supreme overlord Mal'ganis the Turtleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee". Sadly he spoke to soon and was punished for his overconfidence by receiving a set of luckluster demons. Growling he spat "Really!? I sold my soul for this garbage ... fine whatever DIIEEEEEEEEEEEE". And so the demons charged forward, overpowering and overwhelming the poor warrior who had so fervently tried to win.

On one of the many cliffs overlooking the surprisingly clean battlefield, considering all the bloodshed and explosions, a mysterious figure, his face obscured by his large cowboy hat, surveyed the battle while nursing a little dinosaur egg. His large hands caressed the smooth exterior while his mouth spoke of tender stories edging the little animal to be born within the world "Say did I ever tell you about the time when ...?" . However, the mysterious figure did not have time to finish his sentence as the egg began to hatch and from it emerged a little direhorn. "Haha" exclaimed the mysterious surveyor, his body crackling with orange power "let's go save your owner little buddy".

The warrior was on his last legs, his breathing ragged, blood dripping from his mouth, his body very much willing to keel over and die but his mind still strong. "I greet you" spat the warlock on the soon-to-be corpse, willing him to take his last turn before being put out of his misery. Yet everything changed in instant when he heard the words of immense power, coming from the man swinging into the battlefield carrying one of the two direhorn hatchlings he was unable to summon to protect him ... "WE'RE GONNA BE RIIIICCCHHHHHH".

Refusing to accept his defeat, the warlock alongside his demons charged at the warrior. Opening his jaw he latched onto his opponent's leg and started biting it, his newly found demonic teeth leeching lifeforce as they sank into the soft orange flesh.

With one swift kick, the warrior sent the bloodsucking warlock flying only to then summon a dragon as well as vast amounts of sludge to protect himself from the warlock's demonic heard of sheep.

"Why do you not concede?" yelled the warrior as his opponent refused to surrender despite his crushing defeat. "It's because I have already won" snickered the demonic warlock "just look at yourself in a mirror". With those words, a chill went up the Warrior's spine as he pulled out his little two-in-one mirror-comb and looked at his reflection. He had become the very thing he was trying to kill.

As the warlock exploded in a shower of flesh, his words echoed across the battlefield "There must always be ... a LICH KING!".

It was just like reading a book. Liked it.

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Was certainly fun to write! ^^