For the Horde. A World of Warcraft Fan-fiction

Prospector Gunstan


Lord above, help me, but I never thought I'd descend to the level of nerd-dom necessary to write a fan-fiction. Nevertheless, here we are. I should probably explain what this is all about. Y'see, Blizzard is a video game design company that's put together a series of successful real-time strategy games over the past 15 years. Those who’ve heard of the company may know I’m referring to fantasy-based Warcraft and the science fiction variant Starcraft.

Upwards of six years ago, Blizzard released an MMORPG (Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) called World of Warcraft, which has more than 80 million players worldwide and is easily the most lucrative video game of all time.

I played a bit when it first came out, but ultimately didn’t much care for it. The fact that it penalized you if you chose to play by yourself rather than cooperate in groups didn’t appeal to me. Oddly enough, my folks became addicted to it. Heck, they’re probably playing it as I write this.

Anyhoo, I’m a writer looking to get my name out there in hopes of hooking a literary agent’s interest. Blizzard announced a contest for best fan-fiction of 2010, with a grand prize including full tour of Blizzard HQ. I personally wouldn’t care to go, but winning the contest would get my name out to those 80 million players, which is one heck of an incentive.

Long story short, I worked on my entry for about two weeks before I realized that it was just too big. No entry could be more than 7,500 words long, and this one will be easily twice that. The thing is, it’s a good story, but since it’s a fan-fiction and uses copyrighted characters, it could never be published anywhere else.

So, I’m presenting it here in installments as time allows while I return to the drawing board and see if I can’t come up with an entry that will fit Blizzard’s requirements.


For the Horde. Part One

An ill wind was blowing when Prospector Gunstan shouldered his pickaxe and left the safety of his meager tent. Not that he would’ve been able to tell it from any other sandstorm moving in from the outskirts of Uldum Desert. To the only surviving Explorer’s League member stationed in the Valley of Watchers, they were all ill winds.

He wondered what the silhouette emerging from the sand spray would be this time. Dunemaul ogre? Blood elf from the Dawnrise Expedition? It certainly wasn’t another random scorpid.

He gave a mental shrug, unlimbering for the fight ahead. It mattered little. He was oathsworn to await the expedition to the center of Uldum’s return. It had been five years since their disappearance, and like all those who stood vigil before him, Gunstan would die before leaving his post.

It was that lack of imagination that proved Gunstan’s downfall. When the ragged figure of a dwarf—and wearing the finery of a high explorer at that—stalked through the sand, Gunstan could scarcely think it anyone other than the lost Tomli Magellas, co-subcommander of the Explorer’s League and advisor to King Magni Bronzebeard himself.

Then a pulse of dark energy ripped open the dwarf’s visage from within. Something made of ethereal scales and hate leapt out. Gunstan only stuttered in surprise. Momentarily, of course.

Gunstan’s failure of imagination likewise led to the notion—until a few moments ago—that dying at his post was the worst fate that could befall him.

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dabeaner 6 years ago from Nibiru

Those pig-tails would put Heidi to shame.

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Joy At Home 6 years ago from United States


I was pleasantly surprised to see that you had a new hub up this morning. This is what you were doing yesterday instead of calling me up, eh? ;-) Good use of time.

I don't know yet whether I like this story. But I'm intrigued by your beginning. I must say, though, that it's a bit abrupt, and your narrator jumps in more than necessary. Example: "To the only surviving Explorer’s League member stationed in the Valley of Watchers, they were all ill winds." I doubt Gunstan thinks of himself this way. But I could be wrong.

Your disclaimer made me laugh. Actually, before I ever opened your hub, I thought, "And he told me he wasn't interested in contests and fan fiction. This is going to be interesting."

I hope it keeps on being that way.

God bless you, friend.

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Jarn 6 years ago from Sebastian, Fl Author

I had the entire thing planned out ahead of time, but found that the only way I could possibly keep things moving in a relatively short word limit was to put most of the story firmly in the narrator's hands. In essence, what I'm going for in this one is to make the narrator a seperate, personable entity with an extremely dry sense of humor.

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Joy At Home 6 years ago from United States

Then it's working. Except I keep wondering, who is this narrator and how does he know so much? What gives him the right to exploit these people, impaling them, as it were, on his sense of humor?

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Jarn 6 years ago from Sebastian, Fl Author

I have always done my best to stay away from a 3rd person omniscient style of narration. In those works I've read in which this style is used, I tend to get the impression that, rather than being allowed to view events as they unfold, the writer is standing between me and the scene, blocking my view and simply telling me what's happening. But since I told myself I would never do fan-fiction, I decided it was time to throw my preferences completely out the window and try my hand at 3rd person omniscient.

In this case, as the narrator, it is my job to translate this world into terms with which the reader might be familiar. In essence, it is my right to impale these people on my sense of humor because I am that all-knowing eye in the sky. If anything should be deemed humorous, it is not seen by the characters, but by the act of translation. The humor comes from comparing our world with theirs. A few examples I drew from include the writing styles of Terry Pratchett, P.G. Wodehouse, and Oscar Wilde. All of whom portrayed serious occurrences, allowing the story to move forward, while still maintaining a profoundly tongue-in-cheek attitude.

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Joy At Home 6 years ago from United States

Unfortunately, I am not familiar much with any of the three writers you've mentioned, save Oscar Wilde. But I see what you mean about the tongue-in-cheek eye-in-the-sky.

And by all means, you've got to do what works for this story.

I find you a marvel in that you *are* able to throw your preferences out the window when writing. Me, I can't write something unless I can wholeheartedly agree with it in principle. I've tried, and got tired of failing. This keeps my writing world quite a bit smaller than yours.

Because of this, you've expanded my reading world, too. Of my own accord, I would never have clicked into this story, but I like you so I'll read it and throw my opinions at you, and you can throw them back if you like. Anyway, I'm convinced you'd have asked for my take on this story, if I hadn't given it willingly. :-)

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LiftedUp 6 years ago from Plains of Colorado

I like this beginning, and it makes me thirst to know more about this world I have entered. Yeah for your humor! I found it fitting somehow.

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Jarn 6 years ago from Sebastian, Fl Author

I'm working on the fifth installment right now. As ever, real life has gotten in the way of taking care of the important stuff.

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