Survivor: Warcraft
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or places (except the TV studio) in this story. They are the property of Blizzard.
Warning: If you have not finished Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne, the end will be spoiled for you in this chapter.
"Are you almost finished with those notes?"
"Just give me another minute. You go ahead and start the introduction without me."
"Fine, fine," said the lich Kel'Thuzad as he drifted toward the door.
Both Kel'Thuzad and Jaina Proudmoore were sitting (floating, in the lich's case) in a backstage room in the studio of AAN (Azeroth Arch-Mage Network). Kel'Thuzad and Jaina were the host and co-host (respectively) of the latest installment of the network's most popular series.
"Signal me when you're finished and ready to come on-stage," said the lich as he exited the room. Once he was outside, Kel'Thuzad simply followed the cheering to the stage. The cheering increased as the undead wizard drifted out on-stage, but quickly died down as Kel'Thuzad signaled for silence.
"Welcome, people of Azeroth (and all you viewers at home), to the fifth edition of Survivor!" shouted the lich to the crowd. "I'm your host, Kel'Thuzad, and I'm going to go over a few things before the show actually starts."
Jaina, having finished what she was working on, walked out on stage and spoke to the crowd. "Hello everyone! I'm Kel'Thuzad's co-host Jaina!"
"Now," said Kel'Thuzad, "the first order of business is to introduce the contestants." The lich waved his hand and a circular glowing portal slowly expanded into existence. "Our first contestant is."
There was a flash of light and Arthas, holding his runeblade Frostmourne, was catapulted out of the portal. He quickly stood up and began looking around.
"Hey, what's going on? Kel'Thuzad, what are you doing here? And Jaina?" said Arthas as he looked around at the gathered crowd. "If you're trying to get me to perform again, forget about it. My musical career is over."
"Nothing of the sort, Arthas. You have been chosen to participate." started Kel'Thuzad, but Arthas quickly cut him off.
"FOOLISH LICH! HOW DARE YOU ADRESS US THAT WAY!!! WE ARE THE LICH KING!!!!! BOW BEFORE US!!!!" shouted Arthas as his eyes suddenly glowed with a cold blue light.
Jaina, as well as much of the crowd, jumped backward in fright, but a nearby priest quickly calmed them. "Don't worry, everything is under control. Arthas (LICH KING!!!!) can not hurt you." The priest whispered in Jaina's ear. "He merged with the Lich King, remember?" Jaina nodded.
In an instant, Arthas had snapped back to himself and was looking around again.
"What just happened?" he asked.
"It is of no concern. Just wait over there," said Kel'Thuzad, gesturing to a corner of the stage. As Arthas walked over and sat down, the lich turned to Jaina. "Who is the next member of Arthas' team?"
"Er." Jaina quickly consulted her paper. "Can introduce the next one?"
"Sure, we'll alternate," said Kel'Thuzad.
"Ok, the next member of Arthas' team is none other than Prince Kael of the Blood Elves!" As she said this, Kael stepped through the portal and was greeted with applause. "Thank you, lovely Jaina. Hello, lich. So, who's my team cap." Kael's speech ended abruptly when he saw Arthas sitting on the edge of the stage (now engaged in a schizophrenic conversation with the Lich King). "No, absolutely not. I'm not on a team with him."
"I'm afraid you are," said Kel'Thuzad. "You'd better get used to it. Now go sit somewhere, we have quite a few more people to introduce." As Kael grumpily sat down near Arthas (who looked at him for a second before resuming his conversation with himself), Kel'Thuzad spoke up again.
"The next member of Arthas' (THE LICH KING'S!!!!!) team is everyone's favorite Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande!"
Tyrande stepped through the portal and looked at her team.
"Ugh. Well, I suppose it could be worse. I mean, I could have Illidan on my team *shudder*. Oh, and Kel'Thuzad, my name is Tyrande Stormrage now. I'm married to Furion now," said Tyrande, showing the lich a wedding ring.
"Very well, go sit with your team," said Kel'Thuzad.
"Our next contestant is the naga leader Lady Vashj!" said Jaina, as Vashj slithered out of the portal to a chorus of boos.
"Finally, someone worthwhile is on our team," said Kael as Vashj glared at the crowd. Hearing him, the naga sea witch turned to look at her team.
"I see what you mean, Kael," she said. "The producers are obviously not trying to make teams that can get along with themselves."
"No, but that's what people want to see," said Kel'Thuzad. "Now go sit down." Vashj slithered over and began quietly conversing with Kael while Kel'Thuzad began speaking again. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, the fifth member of Arthas' team, the crypt lord Anub'Arak!"
The giant crypt lord walked out of the portal and looked around. Upon seeing Arthas, he sank into a bow.
"My king."
When Arthas, or rather, the Lich King, noticed this he shouted at Kel'Thuzad. "YOU SEE, LICH? THE CRYPT LORD KNOWS WHO IS IN CHARGE! YOU WOULD DO WELL TO. Ugh, what just happened? Where did you come from Anub'Arak?" asked Arthas, as he regained control from the Lich King. Anub'Arak stomped over to Arthas and began speaking quietly. The two Undead edged away from Kael and Vashj, leaving Tyrande alone in the middle of their side of the stage.
"And now," said Jaina to the crowd, "the last member of Arthas' team is none other than Warchief Thrall himself!"
Thrall stumbled out of the portal, barely managing to keep himself from falling into the crowd.
"What happened to you?" asked Jaina.
"Well, there was a party at Cairne's last night." began Thrall, swaying unsteadily.
"Fine, fine. Now, we have to take a commercial break, but when we get back, we'll introduce Maiev Shadowsong's team!" shouted Kel'Thuzad to the audience. "Join us when we get back to Survivor!"
*Fade to Commercials*
Author's Note: Wow, 2 ΒΌ pages in word for one team. Anyway, I hope you like this story. Please review!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or places (except the TV studio) in this story. They are the property of Blizzard.
Warning: If you have not finished Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne, the end will be spoiled for you in this chapter.
"Are you almost finished with those notes?"
"Just give me another minute. You go ahead and start the introduction without me."
"Fine, fine," said the lich Kel'Thuzad as he drifted toward the door.
Both Kel'Thuzad and Jaina Proudmoore were sitting (floating, in the lich's case) in a backstage room in the studio of AAN (Azeroth Arch-Mage Network). Kel'Thuzad and Jaina were the host and co-host (respectively) of the latest installment of the network's most popular series.
"Signal me when you're finished and ready to come on-stage," said the lich as he exited the room. Once he was outside, Kel'Thuzad simply followed the cheering to the stage. The cheering increased as the undead wizard drifted out on-stage, but quickly died down as Kel'Thuzad signaled for silence.
"Welcome, people of Azeroth (and all you viewers at home), to the fifth edition of Survivor!" shouted the lich to the crowd. "I'm your host, Kel'Thuzad, and I'm going to go over a few things before the show actually starts."
Jaina, having finished what she was working on, walked out on stage and spoke to the crowd. "Hello everyone! I'm Kel'Thuzad's co-host Jaina!"
"Now," said Kel'Thuzad, "the first order of business is to introduce the contestants." The lich waved his hand and a circular glowing portal slowly expanded into existence. "Our first contestant is."
There was a flash of light and Arthas, holding his runeblade Frostmourne, was catapulted out of the portal. He quickly stood up and began looking around.
"Hey, what's going on? Kel'Thuzad, what are you doing here? And Jaina?" said Arthas as he looked around at the gathered crowd. "If you're trying to get me to perform again, forget about it. My musical career is over."
"Nothing of the sort, Arthas. You have been chosen to participate." started Kel'Thuzad, but Arthas quickly cut him off.
"FOOLISH LICH! HOW DARE YOU ADRESS US THAT WAY!!! WE ARE THE LICH KING!!!!! BOW BEFORE US!!!!" shouted Arthas as his eyes suddenly glowed with a cold blue light.
Jaina, as well as much of the crowd, jumped backward in fright, but a nearby priest quickly calmed them. "Don't worry, everything is under control. Arthas (LICH KING!!!!) can not hurt you." The priest whispered in Jaina's ear. "He merged with the Lich King, remember?" Jaina nodded.
In an instant, Arthas had snapped back to himself and was looking around again.
"What just happened?" he asked.
"It is of no concern. Just wait over there," said Kel'Thuzad, gesturing to a corner of the stage. As Arthas walked over and sat down, the lich turned to Jaina. "Who is the next member of Arthas' team?"
"Er." Jaina quickly consulted her paper. "Can introduce the next one?"
"Sure, we'll alternate," said Kel'Thuzad.
"Ok, the next member of Arthas' team is none other than Prince Kael of the Blood Elves!" As she said this, Kael stepped through the portal and was greeted with applause. "Thank you, lovely Jaina. Hello, lich. So, who's my team cap." Kael's speech ended abruptly when he saw Arthas sitting on the edge of the stage (now engaged in a schizophrenic conversation with the Lich King). "No, absolutely not. I'm not on a team with him."
"I'm afraid you are," said Kel'Thuzad. "You'd better get used to it. Now go sit somewhere, we have quite a few more people to introduce." As Kael grumpily sat down near Arthas (who looked at him for a second before resuming his conversation with himself), Kel'Thuzad spoke up again.
"The next member of Arthas' (THE LICH KING'S!!!!!) team is everyone's favorite Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande!"
Tyrande stepped through the portal and looked at her team.
"Ugh. Well, I suppose it could be worse. I mean, I could have Illidan on my team *shudder*. Oh, and Kel'Thuzad, my name is Tyrande Stormrage now. I'm married to Furion now," said Tyrande, showing the lich a wedding ring.
"Very well, go sit with your team," said Kel'Thuzad.
"Our next contestant is the naga leader Lady Vashj!" said Jaina, as Vashj slithered out of the portal to a chorus of boos.
"Finally, someone worthwhile is on our team," said Kael as Vashj glared at the crowd. Hearing him, the naga sea witch turned to look at her team.
"I see what you mean, Kael," she said. "The producers are obviously not trying to make teams that can get along with themselves."
"No, but that's what people want to see," said Kel'Thuzad. "Now go sit down." Vashj slithered over and began quietly conversing with Kael while Kel'Thuzad began speaking again. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, the fifth member of Arthas' team, the crypt lord Anub'Arak!"
The giant crypt lord walked out of the portal and looked around. Upon seeing Arthas, he sank into a bow.
"My king."
When Arthas, or rather, the Lich King, noticed this he shouted at Kel'Thuzad. "YOU SEE, LICH? THE CRYPT LORD KNOWS WHO IS IN CHARGE! YOU WOULD DO WELL TO. Ugh, what just happened? Where did you come from Anub'Arak?" asked Arthas, as he regained control from the Lich King. Anub'Arak stomped over to Arthas and began speaking quietly. The two Undead edged away from Kael and Vashj, leaving Tyrande alone in the middle of their side of the stage.
"And now," said Jaina to the crowd, "the last member of Arthas' team is none other than Warchief Thrall himself!"
Thrall stumbled out of the portal, barely managing to keep himself from falling into the crowd.
"What happened to you?" asked Jaina.
"Well, there was a party at Cairne's last night." began Thrall, swaying unsteadily.
"Fine, fine. Now, we have to take a commercial break, but when we get back, we'll introduce Maiev Shadowsong's team!" shouted Kel'Thuzad to the audience. "Join us when we get back to Survivor!"
*Fade to Commercials*
Author's Note: Wow, 2 ΒΌ pages in word for one team. Anyway, I hope you like this story. Please review!!!