Fallen Children Volume I: Legacy of Ruin
Legacy of Ruin is the first novel in the Fallen Children series. It is set in the Warcraft universe and uses locations and characters from it, but does not conflict with any existing lore, but rather, expands it where there is potential for it.
This first novel deals with the Kul Tiras marines of Lieutenant Alverold's lost expeditionary fleet, who learn of the death of their admiral, Daelin Proudmoore, and have to try and find support in order to be able to live up to his legacy and be able to engage the Horde without facing certain annihilation.
A renegade night elf druid by the name of Elduin, dead set on stopping the Horde from invading his lands, sets them upon this path... but is it a path that will lead the men of Kul Tiras to glory, or ruin?
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Legacy of Ruin, Prologue: Hunter and PreyThe monotone beating of the axes resounded through the woods. Elduin could hear it well. The sounds of steel on bark and splintering wood seemed to enter his ears and seep through the core of his being. He endured it like physical pain, like the axes were striking into his body instead. The Greenskins who had killed Cenarius, they still had the audacity to come into their woods and cause even more mayhem. Elduin grit his teeth as the grip on his staff slowly tightened. The pain was slowly becoming unbearable. The druid's amber eyes searched the trees and he tried to concentrate on something different than the woodcutting orcs in the distance. He failed.Legacy of Ruin, Prologue: Hunter and Prey More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 1: Shattered (P1)The Orcduster's tattered sails waved weakly in the soft sea breeze. The previously bright golden anchor emblem emblazoned on the torn dark green canvas of the sail had gone dull. Stained. It was a sight unfit to represent the proud nation of Kul Tiras. The sorry state of the sail and the battleship it belonged to mirrored the condition of its crew. The men were bringing supplies from the ship ashore, but there was no true determination in their actions, no joy. They toiled in silence.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 1: Shattered (P1) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 1: Shattered (P2)The treck through the desert was as hard on the footmen as Llorrin had thought it would be. The light ocean breeze was refreshing to most, but did little to cool off the armoured men. What he hadn't estimated was that he would suffer a lot under the heat as well. They'd only been going for about an hour or two, but the young marine already felt he was going to have trouble holding up if the rest of the day was going to carry on like this. The desolate, barren land provided almost no shade at all. This made even the many stops and pauses they had to make to allow Carekon to study something closely or catch up on the map he was drawing unbearable. He contemplated running into the sea briefly to cool off, but that didn't seem like something he could just do. To Lorrin's surprise the old chaplain and Irewyth seemed almost untouched by the heat. They were well ahead of him and Chuth. No doubt some form of magic was keeping them going.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 1: Shattered (P2) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 1: Shattered (P3)"He must have slipped during the fighting!" Wheann called out, looking around for any signs of the chaplain in the water. He found none.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 1: Shattered (P3) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 1: Shattered (P4)The orc's best years were quite clearly far behind him. Time had engraved deep lines into his skin, and his imprisonment had only made it more rough and withered. His attire wasn't that of a warrior: no doubt his fighting days were over. The orc's long, wild hair had gone white. It made him look more like some sort of wild beast, which was little more than Llorrin regarded him as. Llorrin was surprised he hadn't noticed the beast's vile stench before. An angry frown appeared on his face as he stepped forward, the men who were still tied up momentarily forgotten. The knife dropped absently from Llorrin's hand for any of the freed men to claim.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 1: Shattered (P4) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 2: DeniedLlorrin stared at the half-empty bottle of rum in his hand. He had to remind himself he was sitting in the sand and not the swaying deck of a ship, as the bottle constantly seemed to enlarge before his eyes before shrinking back again to its normal size. The chanting of the men around him seemed distant for more than one reason. How could he sit here, pretending he was having fun, when Daelin might very well be dead? He looked over the merry faces of the other marines gathered around the campfire. They had no idea what was going on in his mind. Many of the men had come to congratulate him and ask him to recite the tale of his fight against the warlock, a tale that became shorter and shorter every time he was forced to repeat it. His wounds still stung, and every time he had to explain how he got them the pain flared up again in his body as well as his mind.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 2: Denied More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 3: Shallow HopeElduin soared among the clouds. The air he breathed was clean and the fresh, salty smell of the blue sea below invigorated him, which made a nice change from the orc-infested and demon-tainted woods of Ashenvale. Weeks had passed with almost no sign of the fleet he was supposed to find. Elduin was beginning to fear the storm caused by the Shattering had swallowed them all, like it had drowned the Kul Tiras marines at Tiragarde Keep, the keep Ishrien had claimed to have first heard of this fleet. Tiragarde 'Keep' he thought bitterly. Tiragarde Ruin would be a more fitting name.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 3: Shallow Hope More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 4: Total Annihilation (P1)The quarterdeck was easily the loneliest place on the ship at this time of day. Hardly anyone ever came there, unless you chose to count the strange company he found himself in. Llorrin stared back into the eyes of the unusually large crow sitting on the railing, only a few feet away from him. He had the impression he caught a certain intelligence in the bird's eyes. Llorrin shook his head. He was likely simply imagining things. He felt if nothing happened soon, he would probably go insane.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 4: Total Annihilation (P1) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 4: Total Annihilation (P2)Elduin stared back into the eyes of the Sea Giant. Even in the darkness of the cove, the creature's eyes shone bright. Elduin felt his heart pounding in his throat. Even though he was confident in his abilities, this was going to be a hard fight, and his allies' capabilities were doubtful at best.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 4: Total Annihilation (P2) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 5: DestinyIf captain Adane was happy to see Llorrin, he didn't show it. He looked up from his map –which, in the meantime, had become somewhat closer to being finished- and folded it slowly, taking him in with his dark, almost black eyes.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 5: Destiny More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 6: Cold as Ice (P1)Llorrin returned to his frigate a short time later. Upon reaching his captain's cabin, he didn't even bother to try catching any sleep. He was far too pumped up on adrenaline at the prospect of this new task to even consider it. His frigate, his captain's cabin. Even simply being able to think in such terms was amazing. It felt like all his endeavours over all these years, all the hard work, all the challenges, fights and other hardships had been leading up to this moment. He'd not been able to take this ship to sea yet, but it was said to be the fastest in the modest fleet they'd assembled. Llorrin counted himself lucky the ship had been without a captain, although he was careful not to rejoice in the former captain's death too much either.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 6: Cold as Ice (P1) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 6: Cold as Ice (P2)Looking over his newly assembled crew from the quarterdeck felt amazing. The men were packed closely together, and there were a lot of unfamiliar faces in the mass, which pulled Llorrin's attention to those he knew. Irewyth didn't seem to be looking forward to his upcoming speech. Well, at least it didn't surprise him. The hydromancess was talking to Wheann, who seemed rather uncomfortable. Llorrin guessed Wheann was trying to tell the hydromancess to quiet down because he could start any minute, but the half-elf clearly wasn't having much success.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 6: Cold as Ice (P2) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 6: Cold as Ice (P3)The frigates sailed out of sight of the shore for many miles. By Carekon's estimates the journey back was going to be indefinitely shorter. Not only did they have maps at their disposal, this time the frigates weren't being slowed down by battleships and didn't have to stop at every patch of land or island they came across to explore and stock up on supplies either. Supplies were one thing the crew wouldn't have to worry about, at least, if it hadn't been up to Llorrin. They'd had little reserves to start with, and Llorrin didn't want to waste any time sailing to the small island outposts the expedition had left in their trail.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 6: Cold as Ice (P3) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 6: Cold as Ice (P4)All around him, the deck had erupted into chaos. The bodies of several attackers and defenders alike were already strewn across the surface of the Lady Irewyth. Many Naga were climbing aboard, spilling onto the ship's deck from all possible sides. A quick look told Llorrin the other frigate was facing the same problem. The scaly Mur'guls used their sharp little hands and feet to climb the side of the ship while the reptilian Myrmidons and female Sirens pulled themselves onto the deck more slowly, like giant, scaly slugs. Steel clashed against coral blades as gunshots filled the air like the sound of a raging thunderstorm. The cries of man and beast alike were deafening.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 6: Cold as Ice (P4) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 7: Scars That Remain (P1)"I want to know who fired that shot, and I want to know it now!"Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 7: Scars That Remain (P1) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 7: Scars That Remain (P2)Llorrin didn't sleep very well over the course of the next few days, so he wasn't surprised to find himself lying awake at night yet again. Llorrin could feel his heart beating all the way through to his eardrums, beating, and hurting like he'd been running through the Tanarian desert with a pack of Silithids on his heels for miles. He simply couldn't get himself to relax, and getting frustrated with it only made it worse. His restlessness reminded him of the night before he went on his first sea journey, but he could only wish something as innocent as excitement was the cause of it right now. Deep breaths, trying to think of other things, forcing himself to lie still for minutes... nothing helped.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 7: Scars That Remain (P2) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P1)The mist was so thick Llorrin could scarcely see the ship's bow from the quarterdeck. The wind was fierce and it had started to rain. It wasn't quite bad enough to be called a storm, but Llorrin had nevertheless gotten soaked within half an hour. He wished he could retreat and put on some dry clothes, but there was no way he was going to give any members of the crew an opportunity of claiming he was 'afraid of a little water' or something along those lines. Under normal circumstances he'd be lenient enough to accept friendly jabs, but, knowing what he knew, there was no way he was going to let anything undermine his already shaky leadership.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P1) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P2)Llorrin almost forgot to breathe. After the initial shock had passed, the deck erupted into chaos. Soon, the boats were close enough together to cross, and Llorrin’s bewildered crew quickly began to seek out their mates among the other crew, too impatient to wait for anyone to speak up and give an explanation. Llorrin didn’t try to stop them. From this distance, it was difficult to even tell who had been hung. No doubt everyone feared they’d lost close friends.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P2) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P3)'Do anything that threathens the well-being of our mission, and I swear I’ll kill you myself.’ Is that really me? Did I truly say that? Llorrin thought. Every word he’d spoken to the men still passed through his mind, reminding him of the men’s reactions, the shocked looks on their disillusioned faces. He feared his words might actually incite more mutiny. He’d thought everyone was as zealous as he was when it came to fighting the Horde, but now he feared many of his men would rather stay in denial rather than reach keep Tiragarde and find Elduin’s words to be true. Their loyalty to admiral Daelin was great, but even he realized that if the admiral’s forces had truly been annhilated, there’d be little the remains of the expedition could do against the Horde. Nevertheless, Llorrin thought the odds shouldn’t matter.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P3) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P4)"Could you kill him?"Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P4) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P5)Llorrin watched the corpses hanging from the yardarm, swaying gently in the wind. By this time they had become so badly decomposed that the men’s faces were almost completely unrecognizable, yet he remembered every name. Llorrin had forced himself to learn the names of the mutineers and look at them every day. He muttered them softly at the beginning of the day while most of the crew was still asleep. The wind blew the stench of the corpses in his direction, but he didn’t even flinch. Several of the men were begging for the mutineers to be cut down and thrown into the sea, but Llorrin had refused every request. The grisly reminder of what had happened to those men could have been the only thing that was preventing another mutiny. The threat was clear, especially now that Irewyth was back on her feet.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 8: Fading Visions (P5) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 9: Red Horizon (P1)The sun that scorched the quarterdeck was as unforgiving as Llorrin’s conscience. He’d realized too late no one had kept Carekon up to speed on everything that had happened on deck while he was ill. When Llorrin had seen the chaplain’s face as he witnessed the corpses strung up from Jeredan’s ship's mast, he’d made it his task to tell Carekon everything about the mutiny personally… everything except how he’d failed to stand up to Jeredan and had denied Carekon the crusader’s help as a result. That his negligence hadn’t killed Carekon in the end did little to make Llorrin feel better. Carekon had taken in the news in silence without judging his actions, but Llorrin felt the subject and his lies drifting in between them like mist.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 9: Red Horizon (P1) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 9: Red Horizon (P2)The first to notice the hydromancess' fall was Eryck, an eager marine who’s place was at the wheel of the ship during battle, or whenever Llorrin and Flynt were needed elsewhere. While Eryck lacked the leadership qualities and experience required to truly become his first mate, he had a reputation for being fearless almost to the point of stupidity, and Llorrin trusted him to steer the ship in battle more than Flynt, who didn't have much of a stomach for battle. Llorrin knew this was actually supposed to be his own responsibility as a captain, but since he was almost entirely new to directing a ship in battle he preferred to leave it to someone who had at least a bit of experience. If it did come to a fight, he preferred to be in the thick of it himself, and he also wanted an experienced officer commanding the men at the cannons.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 9: Red Horizon (P2) More Like This
Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 9: Red Horizon (P3)Llorrin frowned as he put the ice against his bruised ankle. He’d called for Bors to get him some ice from the hold. Those ships that had a hydromancer on board to make it for them tended to keep some ice on board to quell bruises or conserve food. If they encountered another ship, it could even serve as a valuable trade resource. The ice was put in barrels that was filled with sawdust so it could keep its shape and kept in the darkest and coolest place in the ship. The barrels were enclosed in a way to prevent warm air from reaching it, but even that didn’t stop a lot of it from melting after a while. As soon as the adrenaline had faded he’d felt just how badly the orc’s fingers had pressed into his skin. He'd thought the warlock had been pretty strong for his age, but this orc had cast a whole new light on that observation.Legacy of Ruin, Chapter 9: Red Horizon (P3) More Like This