Chapter 1
The Snow fell lightly upon the mountain of Alterac; this was uncommon to the usual snow storms that made the area almost uninhabitable. The Yeti were just about the only creatures that could live in the forsaken lands. This also made it a very popular hunting spot and an equally challenging testing ground. One of the valleys of the mountain had turned into a battle ground for the war between The Alliance and The Horde. It had quickly turned into the biggest battle ground in the war.
On this day a tauren warrior, proud member of the horde, would travel to the mountains for a rite of passage against the yeti. This walking bull had a rather large build to him even for a tauren; his beaded man blew with the crisp wind that was beginning to pick up speed. His armor had a reddish tint to it and was clanking slightly as he stepped with his hoof the size of an ox leaving an equally large print in the snow. The sword upon his back was one of a fallen enemy; it had served both its masters well. The warrior walked with his eyes to the ground in order to try and find some kind of mark in the snow to tell him where creatures in the area, he was not nearly as good as his brother so he was having some problems without him.
A moment later he spotted a footprint that was definite on what it was, it was a small boot print, and there were many of them. His brother knew animal prints well but anything of the alliance race he could distinguish within a moment, after a moment of looking over the size, style of print, how often the print occurred and the particular pattern he drew his sword. “Night elf rouge 5’3” medium build” he said to himself quietly, the warrior stood now and followed the prints, he may still have the advantage of surprise. The hulking bull followed these tracks very carefully, knowing it was quite likely that the rouge would see him, the tracks suddenly ended. Looking around to see if he missed any he stood straight, his instincts told him he was not safe, he heard a light noise behind him. The warrior planted his foot behind him and put his shoulder down and pushed forward with all the strength in his legs, he connected with something, he had dropped the blade of his sword during this and he now grasped it with both hands and swung with the flat end. It connected just as his shoulder did and a small figure went flying off to his side, he looked to make sure it was the elf he was looking for, it was. The warrior went on immediate offensive and drove his claymore towards the ground, the elf has recovered from his dazed state and rolled out of the way and gotten back to his feet and done a couple flips to get out of his reach, he suspected he was trying to show off as well. The bull now dropped his horns upon his head and began a charge, the elf jumped upon his head and used it as a platform to launch off of and he flew into air and threw a throwing knife at the bull, he turned quicker than the rouge expected and caught the knife then snapped it. Upon landing on the ground the rouge now went on the immediate offense and lunged at the warrior, a deep concentration fell upon the bull as he saw the coming rouge began to shift his immense weight for an inversion, the elf was too quick. The elf landed on the bulls shoulders planting his hand daggers into the tauren's armor; it bit the armor deep but merely tickled his shoulders. The rouge kicked off and did a back flip and landed on the ground, he thought the day was done for the potent poison he used, the bull could smell it, he began to stagger to make the elf think it was working. The lavender skinned elf walked forward and began to stroke his bearded mane “Such beautiful creatures, such a shame you fell to such corruption”, he said in the taurhe tongue so the warrior could understand. “Such a shame you’re such a fool” the bull responded, before the elf could respond he used his massive arms and lifted him up with one arm and slammed him into the ground with all of his might, it made a mighty rumble and blew the fresh snow everywhere. The horde had won one more battle, even if he was not dead the elf was surely crippled, but he liked to finish his work so he let a mighty stomp upon his opponents head.
The loot was not that good, he had very few gold pieces and even fewer silver, his daggers were already in his shoulder and his leather armor was of no use to him. The insignia of the alliance hung from his neck, it was vastly decorated meaning that he was of somewhat higher rank and also lead the warrior to think he shouldn’t have won after that short of a fight. Suspicion began to rise in his mind, he thought maybe he didn’t know the insignias as well as he thought he did, then a terrifying thought crossed his mind, the elf did not travel alone. His sword was dropped during his staggering so he immediately brought it up to a defensive position and looked around to see if he could find some kind of a team mate. Though he did not see one the snow had picked up slightly during his fight and he was sure that someone had heard him throw the elf into the ground. "Akaran" a loud echoed voice rang throughout the mountains, the warriors spun around very nervously, it said it again "Akaran". The warrior stomped the ground "How do you know my name" he screamed. Akaran spun in paranoia trying to see where this voice had come from "Show yourself". The weather, he had noticed, had just gotten a lot colder, the wind was picking up. The cold was getting very cold very quickly, Akaran's movements were beginning to restrict, this made the warrior nervous. A sharp pain ran up his back and his movements completely stopped "a mage" Akaran thought realizing who his adversary was. At the same time he also realized that he was at the mercy of this powerful spell caster.
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The troll mage Magilin walked through the snowy fields of Alterac; he had heard the sounds of commotion and battle and felt a shake. Mages were a very curious being and Magilin was no exception, he walked carefully not knowing what he may find. The troll was a young one and his knowledge of the arcane arts were somewhat limited but he was still a prodigy amongst his peers. This was his first trip out on an assignment; they had sent him from the blistering heat of Durotar to the numbing cold of the Alterac Mountains. His coat had a lot of fur upon it and was enchanted with fire to keep him warm. Upon walking up over a hill he saw a tauren warrior standing over a dead night elf, didn’t look like much of a fight. "Akaran" a loud echoed voice said, this startled the mage, seeing as how the warrior now looked around frantically he supposed his name was Akaran. A bolt of frost came from the warriors back and froze him in place, without help the warrior would be doomed, but he did not see who had casted the spell.
The best thing he could do was let the beast out of his icy cell, he held his hand out and concentrated on creating a fiery aura, he suddenly stopped. A gnome walked up to the tauren and laughed, he was followed by a human, warrior by the liked of him. Magilin concentrated again, but on something different.
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Akaran sat frozen on the snowy fields, he felt fear he had never known before as he was completely helpless to do anything. There was a laughter behind him, likely where his attackers had come from. A green glyph appeared on the ground, he had never seen this before so this scared the bull, a torrent of fire erupted from the glyph engulphing his icy cell and melting it. When it had subsided the ice wasn’t completely gone, but thin enough for him to break out of, he used all of his strength to try and break free. His attackers sat outside of the cell, they had no idea who had casted the flame torrent, but it had caught them both by surprise. The gnomish mage had slight damage and the warrior was a little toasty, but it was comfortable for him. The looked upon the ice just as the warrior broke free. Akaran turned around and looked upon them "Do you call my name" he asked. A troll mage walked up next to the warrior and planted his staff in the ground, Magilin was prepared for battle now with multiple spells readied in his mind. The gnomish mage said something in a foreign tongue and then caster spell and blinked away, Akaran saw this as an opportunity for attack and charged forth and Magilin saw the charge and channeled the a firestrike into his sword.
Akaran swung and flames erupted from the blade toward the human and blasted him, the warrior backed up slightly and waited for the smoke to clear and see if there was anything left of his adversary. Magilin made a gust of cold wind to clear the area.
The human was on the ground movement less, a feeling in Akaran’s gut told him not to claim victory yet, something was amiss. Magilin cheered in victory "Halt mage, something is wrong here" as he said this the human began to sit up. Akaran readied his sword and Magilin jumped back. The thing that stood now was not a human, his armor was the same, but the helmet had been blown off, most of the flesh upon his head was falling off and decaying, his eyes were glowing green. This was not a human, they were faced with a champion of the scourge, they faced a death knight.
The death knight rose from the ashes on the ground, flesh falling from his face. "Impressive, I have never had to show my true face before" the death knight said in the same echoed voice that called Akaran's name. "How is it that you know my name" the warrior asked in a very frustrated voice, he his it very well but the warrior was scared out of his mind. Magilin was the same way, very little did anyone even hear stories about the elite death knights of the scourge but to meet one in person was a death sentence. The death knight pulled his weapon from his back, it was a dual edged battle axe that had a dark rune on each side. Akaran did not know very much about the arcane arts but everyone that intended to go out into battle was taught to recognize certain runes so that they know what they are up against. For their entire lives the two were taught that to meet a death knight was to join the ranks of the scourge, but Akaran believed more in death before dishonor so he raised his sword into his battle stance. "The scourge knows all young one" he said in more of a hiss than an actual voice "Then let them know of your downfall" Magilin said now breaking his previous silence. Akaran began his charge and Magilin took a new approach for the opponent, he put his hand out and three bolts of pure arcane energy flew forth towards the knight. The axe came out in a deadly arc toward the tauren and he knelt back dodging the blow and countered with a quick jab as the missiles met his armor, both hits did nothing to the armor. A sharp pain wracked Akaran in his jaw as he was punched, he fell back from the force of the blow as a second set of the arcane missiles sunk into the armor. The cackle of their adversary sent a chill up their spines, Akaran reeled from his lack of sense and charged in again, the axe came down in a chop that Akaran held his sword to the blocked it fully, the force of the blow nearly snapped his sword. The warrior pivoted in his right foot and spun around and brought the sword up to be deflected by the surprisingly swift axe. Akaran was sent back slightly but came back with a full length lunge that connected slightly on the knights’ neck, not even enough to notice but it was first blood. The huge axe was coming down again as he was spinning, Magilin re-entered the battle as his spell he was preparing went of in a blast of cold air that sent the death knight reeling back saving Akaran the pain of him loosing his leg. Akaran took advantage and swung at the knights’ hand that was wielding the axe, he connected and his gantlet did little to stop the sword. Though not severing the hand the death knight did howl in pain, Magilin blasted the knight with a quick snap of fire then sent him on his back. Akaran again took advantage and went into a downward swing meant for decapitation, the death knight popped his axe up at the bottom tip, deflecting the blade, and then used the curved edge of the axe to knock the sword back and shoot spark distracting Akaran for a second. The knight brought his leg around and kicked Akaran in the back of the knee sending him to the ground, he came up with his axe in the other hand and went for a downward chop at Akaran, he rolled backward out of the way and the axe went right into the the ground. The warrior got back onto his feet after the roll and beheld a green glow in the knights’ hand, Magilin stopped what he was casting and focused his energy on disrupting the death knight, many a brave warrior has fallen to the death bolt. The death knight felt his energy fade and the glow fell and Akaran swung his sword in a deadly arc towards his head as Magilin sent a quick flow of arcane energy at the same target. The knight knelt back so that Akarn's sword met the arcane blast and made a small explosion, this knocked Akaran back on the ground. The 3 combatants were beginning to become tired, Akaran forced himself up again and looked at his blade and saw it shattered on the ground. The knights’ axe was still in the ground, Akaran reached up to grab the daggers the rouge had implanted earlier, but they were stuck. The knight stood again and looked at him "You are without weapon, all hope is lost bow and I may spare your life" the tauren looked at his foe, all fear was gone "Death before dishonor". Akaran now dipped his head and used the gift that the earthmother gave her children so they would never be without weapons, he charged at the death knight horns affront, from the fight the magical protective barrier on the armor was now broken, Magilin could tell this from the now dullen look of the armor. The death knight put his hands forth still thinking the barrier was still intact, Akaran’s horns went straight through the hands and through the chest plate and into his chest. The look on his face as he went flying into the air was that of utter disbelief, Magilin believed that there was no fear in a dead mans face, but he saw it. Akaran brought his head straight up and the knight flipped up and over and landed onto the ground, Magilin was going to finish the fight as he brought a torrent of flame under the knight as he hit the ground bringing the victory to the horde. The knight was not completely slain so Akaran knelt down "How is it that you know my name, why is it me that you hunt" the death knight sat there and laughed. A glyph formed under entirety of the battlefield and the earth began to shake with the fury of the earthmother herself. The cackling got louder "THE SCOURGE REIGN SUPREME, YOU FACE THE MIGHT OF KEL' THUZAD" he yelled, Magilin didn’t know what was going on but he knew it was bad if it had anything to do with the archlich of the scourge, he opened a portal to thunder bluff "HEY MON GET IN THE PORTAL THIS PLACE ES GOIN DOWN" Akaran was not about to argue. The bull ran towards the portal desperately seeking his home, with his dieing breath the death bolt sent a bolt of dark energy at Akaran that hit him the back and propelled him into the portal. The warrior felt more pain wrack his body then any other time in his life, he felt himself fall through into the warm sun of Mulgore yet he was still wracked in cold, he heard a cackling laughter and though he knew he was in the sun he saw nothing but dark. Magilin sent another fire blast at the death knight that finished his unlife, he then walked jumped through his portal, as the portal closed he saw a torrent of black energy jump put, some of it blasted through the portal and it engulfed Magilin. This had now caught the attention of everyone in the general area, another mage in the area focused on trying to force the portal close as other people who were in the area and skilled in the arts of healing ran over to try and help. The portal closed and the healers went to work mending, the black cloud had now dissolved and Magilin had burns and cuts all over him. News was spreading quickly around thunder bluff about their dramatic entrance, but of the warrior and the mage themselves they were lost in a black dream unaware of anything that was happening.
Chapter 2
The sounds of hooves echoed through the Totem Tower that divided Thunder Bluff into its 3 levels and the Wind Rider. The tauren names Xalin ran up the tower to tell the High Chieftain of the events he just saw, he had trained Akaran since he was a calf and had started on his son. Xalin pivoted to run out of the tower on the third level, there were Orcish High Guards outside Cairne's hut which meant that the High Warlord Thrall was with him, which also meant he was about to do something very stupid. "Halt Xalin" one of the tauren guards said recognizing Xalin and realizing what he may be about to do "There’s no time get out of my way". The tauren barreled past the guards and into the hut, Cairne and Thrall were sharing a game of chess "Chieftain, Warlord, please forgive my intrusion but this could not wait" Thrall was more peaceful than most orc's and Cairne was not one to be angered easily. "Good Xalin you have no need to worry, I was just sharing a game of chess with an old friend, what is wrong" Cairne said peacefully, Thrall actually seemed interested. "Akaran has just returned from Alterac, he came through a portal an Troll mage opened, Akaran was flung through the portal and hit my a blot of dark energy and upon the mage coming through he was engulphed in a dark cloud" Xalin had barely caught his breath, Thrall looked up with a worried look "Describe this cloud" the high warlord asked. "It looked as if there were blast or arcane energy in them, I am no mage so I couldn’t tell but arcane is the only purple blast I have ever seen, and when his portal closed the cloud disappeared and he had burn and cuts all over him" Cairne got a worried look and Thrall stood straight up "Such is the might of Kel’ Thuzad" Cairne said "Indeed, but he stays in his Necropolis, Naxxramas I believe". The two looked at each other "We may have another epidemic on out hands" Cairne said "We will have to deal with this before it gets out of hand, have a seat Xalin we will discuss plans". Xalin sat and they began to talk, things the Lich may be planning, where they may strike, what happened in Alterac "Maybe we should ask them what happened when they wake up" Xalin suggested. "Truly, Xalin travel to Undercity and inform Sylvannas that the Scourge is planning something, she hates the scourge even worse than we do" he stood and saluted and was on his way "Xalin, go to the Spirit Rise and take a portal, make you trip shorter" Cairne said "Ill pass Chieftain, I need the exercise".
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Akaran woke the darkness that had previously engulphed his senses had gone away and now he felt the warmth of the sun upon his tired mane. The warrior acknowledged he was home, but he still felt cold, he felt something was wrong he could tell when something is his body was wrong. His bones cracked as he tried to get up and his muscled denied his movement "Sit warrior, you deserve a rest after the hell you’ve been through" a deep voice said into the tent. Anyone who had ever been to thunder bluff knew that voice, Akaran tried to stand again and salute the high chieftain of the tauren, before he even saw Cairne Bloodhoof he was pushed over onto the bed. 'Relax warrior I came to speak". Akaran got comfortable in his bed again "Hail Chieftain Bloodhoof, I thought id never get to tell you what i've seen". Cairne let a small laugh "I take it you never got to the yeti's" Akaran would have laughed but he was too sore "No sire, I wish would have met yeti's, would have been much less detrimental than fighting a death knight". Cairne's eyes widened "The earthmother smiles upon you young one, to survive a death knight is to defy the angel of death himself, tell me your tale Akaran", he described the events as well as he could remember them, which was rather vivid considering one tends to remember when they almost die. The Chieftain nodded his head in interest as he listened to the tale "That is quite a tale Akaran, there’s not many duo's in the world that could have taken down a death knight like that, Xalin has trained you well" Akaran smiled at the mention of his master in arms, he wondered if his son had started training yet "Thank you chieftain" Akaran said, just then his eyes widened "There was a gnome"
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The winds whipped upon the area that was a small section of Alterac Valley, a colossal black crater sat where the battle the gnome Ralan had just watched his battle partner who had been changed into a death knight somehow be killed by 2 horde soldiers while he went and got help, he returned at the end of the battle with no help as the might of Kel' Thuzad was unleashed upon the field, Death and Decay he called. Ralan had met the arch lich once, said he would teach him the spell if he brought back a certain reagent of sorts, he wanted the blood of 100 soldiers, alliance or horde he did not care he just wanted to be sure that the blood was of warriors. This was a hard task for the gnome to accept, but he did, him and his ex partner had slain 73 warriors of the horde, and as it turned out his friend had killed a few humans and dwarves as well. Ralan had 80 vials before this happened, but he was no longer concerned about that, he had knows that warrior since the time they were both young and he wanted to know when he joined the ranks of the dead and why. A portal opened before him that he did not cast and a voice said "Come to me my child" Ralan was beginning to seriously regret joining the Brotherhood of The Lich, the power he was promised was not worth the price he had already paid. Ralan walked through into the portal and felt the chill of undeath upon his spine, was a feeling he would never get used to, he stood in a large chamber with several large door openings and a large throne that had no real seat to it, was basically a large chamber if ice. The arch-lich Kel’ Thuzad was floating upon this makeshift throne; he was in the Necropolis Naxxramas. "My child, have you what I asked for" he said in his echoing voice "Most of it" the mere sight of Kel’ Thuzad was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold "I have 80". The lich floated forward, having no real limbs except for arms "You've some powerful blood here, you see what the power of the scourge can do Ralan" the gnome was getting really angry "I saw exactly what it did to Khazic".
Holding the blood in his skeletal hand "That wasn’t Khazic child, Khazic is still here, he is why I needed the blood" Ralan stood and looked at him "Come child, this will be enough I will show you what I am doing". Kel' Thuzad opened another portal and they found themselves in a room, more of a laboratory really. There were bottles and vials hanging off the walls, there were undead scientist who still had their minds writing and reading; there was a small library of notes on one wall. "Welcome Ralan, this is where the disease part of the scourge comes from, but today we look upon something else, something godlike" he said showing a few things "What do you mean" Ralan asked. "Khazic has been dead for a year Ralan, you’ve been traveling with a death knight since your return from Icerend, we tried to raise him, and he would not. We tried for the longest time to see where his spirit had went so we could bring it back" Ralan's eyes were as large as he was "We referred to some ancient lore referring to the angels of old that battled when the world was young and found out that depending on how the person lived and died their deity that they believe in could take them and put their soul back into their bodies, but their bodies would be transformed, they would be given wings and they would be the deity of usually a particular emotion, such as the Arch-Angel Johanas avatar of rage who was defeated by Reala Angel of Retribution. The deities disposed of the angels long ago for they grew too powerful. Well my child your friend's soul never left his body, he just didn’t want to be dead, he resisted. In case you have no noticed I am the closest thing to a god this world has seen since Arthas merged with Ner'Zhul, so since his soul is already in his body I will his body with the blood of, well in this case 80 warriors, should be enough, and I will create the first angel this world has ever seen since the time of the titans. Khazic, the angel of death reborn from the Avatar of Saergaras, with him we will rule this world and any others we care to find, we will rise against our former demonic masters and crush the Burning Legion beneath our feet, Azeroth and Draenor alike will belong to then scourge".
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The purple glow that hung about Darnassus was a strange one indeed, but it hung about the entire area of Teldrassil so everyone knew it. The Cenarion Circle, one of three in the world, was a busy place lately, a dark could hung over Azeroth and the druids were trying to figure out why. Santhra, a young night elf druid still in training, sat upon a bench taking a break from her training, she too could feel the disturbance. Santhra was convinced that it had something to do with the group of humans that had just come to town, she got a really weird feeling whenever she was around them, and she once swears she smelled rotten meat when walking past one. Santhra was deep in thought about things and did not realize that there was a figure standing right behind her, the male behind her put his hand on her shoulder, this startled her. She jumped up with the staff that she always carried with her and spun around without thinking, the staff was caught by the male before it hit him in the face, she relaxed "Kriel, don’t scare me like that" she hugged that man who she had married just a month ago, the owl that had followed Kriel since his childhood was on his shoulder, he had trained in the ways of the hunter. They held a quick embrace and a kiss and then they say "Are you all right Santhra, something looks like is bothering you" he said, he was always worried about his wife, "Something is wrong with the world Kriel, its been really bothering me since i’ve been in contact with nature all the things i’ve been hearing is not what everyone said I should hear". Kriel did not know about what nature was supposed to say to people but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the war, "We are in wartimes dear, nature is probably out of its normal balance" he said trying to comfort his wife "That and Mafurion stuck in the emerald dream he cant restore any kind of balance". "Santhra your worrying about things far out of your control, just try and relax" his head turned sharply "whets wrong" she asked, Kriel had a sense of smell that could rival that of a cat "The stench of death fills the air, there are undead about". Kriel turned his head and saw the source if where he thought it was coming from "Its those humans that came to town" he said, a chill ran up Santhra's spine "I don’t trust them at all, there’s something odd about them" she said "I don’t trust them, one of them bumped into me and a deathly chill ran throughout my entire body, their skin is cold to the touch, I believe that their scourge in disguise". The two sat and looked at them "Tonight, if we can get one out in the open we can trap and question him" he said, "how would we get out in the open" Santhra looked at him "I have my ways" she said with a seductive look in her eyes. "Tonight after training come down to the inn, we'll move then, and remember, Master knows almost anything your thinking somehow so don’t give it off" he said as he kissed his wife goodbye. Santhra couldn’t argue that, druids didn’t have telepathic powers that she knew of but Master always knew what she was thinking. "The voices of nature have not been kind to you young one" A deeper voice said Santhra turned "Yes master, what you told me I would hear I have not, I hear voices of pain and agony" she said. "A dark shroud hangs over Azeroth this day young one, nature is in dissaray and no one knows why, when things return to normal natures voice will be soothing again" he said "Yes master I understand"
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The chill wind of undeath was something Xalin would never understand as long as he lived, he half understood that you ha to keep them somewhat cold or they would rot but The Undercity was a deathly chill place. The tauren's hooves seemed to clank off of everything he walked on because as he walked down the hall people could tell. An undead caster walked forward, a warlock by the looks of him "Beware warrior, the alliance still lings around" he said sounding as if he was almost about to return to the grave "Thank you, I will keep an eye out". Xalin pulled his sword from its sheath and reached for his left handed claw. Xalin walked into the elevator that descended down past the ruins of Lorderon into the city itself, he felt as if he was being watched. There were bodies and skeletons all over the place, the alliance must have instigated a raid and failed, he heard a sound on the ground to his left like a little pebble, a very simple minded trick that almost worked. Xalin raked his claw to his left side, he'd hear the sound on his right, Xalin's claw met air so he followed up with his sword which has a little bit more reach to it he still met air. Xalin pivoted to look the other way, he had a tricky rouge, he looked around too look for some kind of shadow of some kind, he saw none. If this was truly someone trying to hunt him and not just his wits playing games on him then he was in for a good fight. The elevator continued to go down very slowly, very unusual for the ordinary fast speed of the elevator, there was another stones throw that landed next to him, Xalin saw where it came from this time and he charged forth, he ducked his shoulder and threw his claw out as a backhand, again he met air. Xalin threw his hoof out to stop his charge, he was very aggravated so he decided he was going to find this thing right now, he raised his hoof and smashed down and hard as he could, to stone underneath him cracked and a shockwave went out. The war stomp, a move used by the tauren since their birth into the world, he heard something hit the ground, the rouge he was looking for was a gnome that had just fallen out of the shadows, he ran forth and kicked the gnome in the side which sent him in the air and Xalin impaled the gnome on his sword then swung it flinging the bleeding gnome into the wall. The victorious tauren walked forth and grabbed the gnomes’ insignia and looked at his pack, he was a rich little gnome, he gathered the gold and silver and then walked off. The elevator was at the ground floor now, the door opened and an orc stepped on the elevator, a young hunter it looked like, he looked upon the gore of the gnome sitting on the floor and the blood dripping off his claw and sword "Hail warrior" the young orc said "Are the alliance still about". Xalin walked off "It would seem so young one, keep your wits about you lest you lose your life" as the door close Xalin heard a stone hit the ground, that was the end of that hunter. Xalin walked through the trade quarter into the Apothecarium trying to avoid the abominations and other more unpleasant members of The Forsaken. When hw reached the Apothecarium entrance he greeted one of the royal guards "What do you want" he said in his dead I don’t give a damn tone "There are alliance rouges that are hiding in the elevators, i have killed one and a companion of his killed an orc the went on after me" Xalin said as formally as he could "Well then, you should have said so in the first place, i love killing people" he smacked another guard saying "Lets go kill" and they were off. Xalin could appreciate the bloodlust of war but the love of killing the undead had was sickening, well they’re were dead after all. Xalin emerged into the throne room of sorts where Lady Sylvannas Windrunner, the former Highborne Elf who was turned into a banshee by Arthas during the fall of Lorderon. She stood taller than a lot of elves, especially because she was now undead, she stood around 6 foot tall, he ghost white hair went half down her back and she always wore a long black robe that draped the ground, lined in silver ribbon in designs all throughout it. The Dreadlord Varimathras stood by her side always, after defeating him Varimathras vowed his life to her and then helped her to kill his brother Detheroc and Balnazaar so that they could take over the Ruins of Lorderon and create the Undercity. "Lady Sylvannas" Xalin called trying to get her attention, apparently he had caught her on a very bad day "Who is it that welcomes their death calling my name" her voice echoed throughout the room "High Warlord Thrall send me this day, Thrall and chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof sit in Thunder Bluff requesting your presence" Xalin was knelt now in honor and respect.
"Why would they need me to come out of my city" she asked quite confused, her tone was somewhat calmer "Because milady you know more about the Scourge than any other being that we know of, we believe there is another epidemic beginning". Again Xalin was surprised at the bloodlust of the damned "Varimathras, keep eye on the city, i am taking an absence" the dreadlord bowed "Yes milady" he said in a deep voice that sent a chill down Xalin's back "Tauren, what is your name" she demanded, Sylvannas did not ask names either you told her your name or she killed you "I am Xalin Lady". The Banshee Queen walked forth "Let us go, I do not really enjoy the sunlight much anymore.
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Pain wracked the mage's body unlike anything he had ever felt. There were cuts, scrapes and burns all over his body from the black cloud from Alterac. Magilin opened his eyes as beheld the sun of Mulgore, he had been there before as a young troll to drink from the waters of the Cave of Spirits. No longer did darkness blur his vision, looked as if it was tinged with arcane energy so he figured that where his injuries came from, he tried to sit up so that he could get a good look at himself, he knew a little bit about first aid. The sounds of bones popping and sore muscles cranking filled the small room, he wasn’t getting up, a female tauren walked into the room "Oh dear, your awake" she held a basin in her hands "Here done move just lay down" she said, Magilin had no arguments there so he laid back down. The tauren was brown and white furred with a deep blue color in her eyes, she wore a simple white dress that covered herself plenty but still showed her feminine features well, she was very beautiful for a tauren. "I am in Mulgore no?" Magilin asked "Yes sir, welcome to Thunder Bluff, how are you" Magilin’s honest answer would confuse many so he would keep it simple "I think maybe a kodo ran over me in my sleep". "Well sir unless kodo's can fly now I doubt any have ever been in here" they shared a chuckle "Well you wounds seem to be healing well" she said looking around his body, Magilin had just realized that he was naked in the bed with only his blanket to cover him "Well I wouldn’t know mon, me muscle are so sore i cant move me neck" they shared another laugh "Ill fill you in, you came in from a portal and got engulphed in the black and purple cloud, I witnessed it, I work in the medical huts all the time so I brought you straight here on my shoulder, you companion was taken care of just as thoroughly, you had cuts and scrapes, bruise and burns all over which are now beginning to heal up, you lost a lot of blood during this thought u weren’t going to make it for a little bit". Magilin was amazed by this, he had been brushed by death “It looks like its finally starting to work though, I cant speak for your friend I do not know of the warriors status as of now, I am sure he is ok though” she said, her voice was very smoothing “You got anything for a sore muscle” he said as he laid in agony “I do but its been considered a round about way of doing things” she said. A voice came from behind her “He’ll pass today fair maiden” it was a deep voice that anyone any one could recognize “At ease, we’ll save the formalities for later on” called Thrall before everyone went about bowing and kneeling, he was flattered by them but overall he didn’t enjoy them too much. Magilin managed to look up and see the Warlord “What brings me this pleasure me lord” Thrall walked forward and whispered something into the tauren’s ear and she walked off “I need to know everything that happened down in Alterac, I need to know every last little detail you can think of, being a mage that won’t be too hard. We have a suspicion that Kel’ Thuzad is up to something and if need be we have to stop him”
Magilin stopped for a second to think about what he just heard, he was going up against the might of the Arch lich Kel’ Thuzad “I will tell what I remember mon” and he began to talk, from the time he came over the hill and saw Akaran trapped in ice until he got engulphed by the black cloud “I remember him saying something about Kel’ Thuzad but I thought he would be bluffing. Thrall sat with an intrigued look on his face “Indeed we face the might of the Scourge, we have for a long time, but Death Knights do not wander nor are they gnomes. They must have been on some kind of mission, let us hope that you two disrupted their mission” he said looking as if deep in thought. A chill fell upon the small room and it seemed to become darker outside “Intriguing story, you’re lucky to be alive troll”. Thrall stood now “Sylvannas, The Banshee Queen, you move quickly Xalin” the tauren walked around the corner “Got to slay a gnome while I was there” he held up the insignia “Lok’thar Logar warrior” Magilin recognized the Orcish words for strength and honor and Thrall took the insignia. “What shall we do about that lich, I know Kel’ Thuzad he is planning something” Sylvannas said, there was no one who had a deeper hatred for the scourge than Sylvannas Windrunner. Just then Magilin had an idea “A spy perhaps”. A few chair found their way into the room and they sat “A start if nothing else, but the Forsaken are hated just as much as we are amongst the scourge” Thrall said “More so” Sylvannas added “I made sure of that”. Thrall began “I don’t doubt it, back to the topic a spy would be our easiest option, we would have to get a hold of a mark of the scourge though” he said. “I will not submit any of my warrior to that and I highly suggest you don’t either” Sylvannas stated, the process of being entered into the scourge was long and hard “Besides that we don’t have that kind of time”. “There is a lich in Scholomance and the Razorfen Downs correct” Magilin added “They may know something” Xalin jumped in “I know of more than that, but will they talk is the problem” Sylvannas knew much more about the scourge than anyone there seeing as she was a part of it once “A lich will not betray his master, at least not easily” she stated “You converted a dreadlord, do you think you could convince a lich to submit”. Thrall had said what everyone was thinking “It is a possibility, but we would have to kill them eventually because bringing a lich to our side would be suicide because Kel’ Thuzad keeps such a close eye one them” Sylvannas said, there was a reason she was named the Banshee Queen “That no problem for me “Xalin said wiping off his claw “Alright then, Xalin gear up once Akaran and Magilin get better we will move on Razorfen Downs, Sylvannas will you choose any warrior” thrall stated “I will bring a priest, have Cairne bring a champion as well” Xalin jumped in as well “Sire my duties are needed elsewhere I am afraid, alliance activity had increase as of late, there was a raid on Undercity, I will stay here and defend Thunder Bluff” Thrall nodded his head “Agreed, then I will go to Orgrimarr and find someone to accompany the party. The room agreed on everything and they went about their ways “Get well Magilin time is of the essence” Thrall added as he said his farewells. Magilin’s obligations to the horde were as high as anyone else so he would go along gladly, but for now he was tired and decided he would sleep.
Chapter 3
Darkness was all he beheld; cold was all he could feel, death was what he knew, but something wasn’t there, he never truly left. Something was pulling him back, and he opened his eyes, Khazic sat on the cold floor of a dungeon of some sort, where he was he had no idea, for a minute he didn’t know who he was either. The memories of his last moments of life flashed through his head, a battle on a desert field, the tauren that he dueled at the point and the axe in his hands. Khazic remembered the axe when it met his chest, this jogged the rest of his body and he sat up. “I………am…….alive” he said to himself an echoed voice rang throughout the chamber “Well, for the most part” it said. Khazic jumped to his feet and looked around “Be careful Khazic you haven’t used your muscles in a long time they might be sore”. Anyone could recognize that voice especially after his memories came back “Kel’ Thuzad, made it known that I did not want to become undead, where am I”. The voice came back for a moment “Look around you Khazic, you are not dead, you are reborn, look at yourself, spread your scabbed wings”
This confused Khazic, last time he checked he didn’t have wings, but sure enough as Khazic looked upon around the room and he found a mirror his visage revealed wings. Black wings that stretched the length of a griffon, Khazic froze for a moment as he stared upon his new self “A devil in life turns to an angel of death, thus was your fate, when you died your soul refused to leave your body, and also refused resurrection. I took an idea from the old gods and fused your soul to a new body, a new you. Reborn from the eyes of Saergaras you Khazic are the angel of death”. Khazic could not believe his ears at the news of this; he remembered hearing about the angels of the old age, entities of nearly unstoppable power created when a person’s devout life ended and the god they worshipped rewarded them. “You did this Kel’ Thuzad” he asked. Khazic knew the lich was powerful but this was the work of the gods “Yes Khazic it was me that did this to you, and it will be you once you harness your power that will lead the armies of the dead into the land and drop this world into submission”. Khazic in his life loved power, it was the quest for more power that got him killed in the first place, but this, the world has not seen an angel since the time of the Titans and there he stood in the modern day with a set of black wings. Khazic tried to find the muscles that would allow him to move his wings and it was as simple as moving his shoulder, he spread his wings out as far as they would go, the unused muscles stretched out finally coming to life, he moved his wings around to see their maneuverability. “Now my son, arm yourself” Khazic turned to see where he was talking about, he missed his old sword he longed for its grip again, as if reading his mind Kel’ Thuzad said “I’m sorry child but your sword was broken, your adversary that took it had it shattered in a battle with one of my death knights, I have an array of weapons for you to choose from”. The remembrance of this Tauren was making him very angry, took his life and his swords and destroyed them both, before him now was as the lich said an array of every weapon imaginable, swords, axes, maces, halberds, claws, flails, but there was one that caught his attention. A scythe hung from the wall in front of him, a typical sign of the grim reaper but as a weapon was very hard to use effectively, Khazic had always wanted to learn to use a scythe but he never found a mentor who knew to sue them. Khazic walked forth and picked it up, the grip on it felt like it molded to his hand, the look of the scythe began to change from its wooden grip to some kind of black substance. The blade shifted slightly, it actually got longer and began to slightly serrate, the scythe stopped changing and took a permanent form; there was a skull on either side where the blade met the wood which turned to black bone. “You truly are the grim reaper, I would choose another in case the scythe fails you” Kel’ Thuzad echoed, Khazic agreed with that so he grabbed a short sword, this did not mold like the scythe did but the feel of it felt good to him. “What should I do about clothes, seeing as how I am in nothing but pants that are falling apart” Khazic asked “Its kind of cold” Khazic stood and nothing happened “Hello, clothes” he said again. Again nothing happened, finally the voice came out “In time child, first there is a test” this did not surprise the angel in the least bit “Prove to me that you are worthy of this title”. Khazic stopped in his tracks for a moment; he knew what he meant by that “Who do I have to kill” he asked not wanting to kill something ridiculously large or powerful, especially with no armor. “You will do things that you have no knowledge of knowing how to do” the voice echoed, the wall in front of him began to move “Do not be afraid of the unknown” Khazic held the scythe ready to swing, the stance he was in was very peculiar “Walk into the darkness so you may smother the light” he said. Kel’ Thuzad spoke in riddles and they weren’t making sense, the wall before him went down completely and it revealed a hallway that was pitch black. “Are you afraid of the dark” Kel’ Thuzad asked “I am the dark”.
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Kriel sat at the inn where he was going to meet Santhra; he had everything set up behind the inn so that when she came in he could lure one of the human back there, they were all sitting in the back of the inn. Kriel had a drink of the mead he had ordered, he didn’t want to have any more that one cup but he rather enjoyed the taste of it, a rarity amongst anyone. Santhra was late, he was beginning to worry about her, and his owl he had to leave outside because the inn didn’t approve of animals, Kriel didn’t know how late the human would stay either. The bar was full of its normal roughs and tumbles and drunken idiots, mostly dwarves, and it was a normal night of business. Kriel shot a quick glance at the humans and noticed they were discussing something, there was one that was always hooded, seemingly the ring leader of the crowd, his hood was moving around that signified he was talking. “You need a fill Kriel” the bartender came up and asked, they had been buddies a long time “Not tonight Jang, I have plans” he replied and shot another glance “I swear the men in that corner aren’t right, there’s something eerie about them everyone here can feel it” Jang said knowing what Kriel was thinking of. “I intend of finding out, I got some things set up out back, once Santhra gets here I plan on luring one back there and finding out what’s wrong with them, they smell like death”. Jang looked at him, he never knew where his friends sense of smell came from but it was keen “Well just don’t let the sentinels see you, they have been very strict lately, ever since the druids began to freak out over natures imbalance” he said “Yeah I know, Santhra has just been able to star connecting and she hasn’t been hearing pleasant things, its has been scaring her deeply”. Kriel was still looking at the table with the humans, the hooded one looked up and caught a glance at Kriel, his eyes glowed a bright green and his face looked deathly pale. “Did you see that Jang” Kriel asked suddenly “What” the bartender said confused. Get me my weapons, these no time for questions now” the bartender stopped for a second “Kriel, I am not going to let you start a fight in my inn”. Kriel leaned forward “His eyed glowed green” he whispered at his friend “There’s going to be a fight here” Kriel grabbed his things cause he knew where Jang kept it, he turned with his gun already loaded and took a shot at the humans. The bang rang throughout the entire street and everyone in the inn just about jumped out of their skin, Kriel was an amazing shot he rarely ever missed, he looked forward and the bullet was just sitting on the table “Leave this place, the scourge is not welcome in Darnassus”. The mention of the unholy army got everyone’s attention, the humans stood now including the hooded one “Clever elf, clever clever elf, apparently there is more than one intelligent elf in the world” the hooded one said, he took his cape and hood off to reveal armor with skulls on it, a large sword on his side, pale white skin long white hair, the man revealed himself as a death knight. Most of the drunken people ran out of the bar in fear, sentinels were arriving to the inn at about this time while other were just wondering what was going on, Kriel stood there still gun forward, the other humans were just warriors of the scourge, two dwarves and a human stood in the bar ready to fight. “Do you hope to win against the might of Baron” he said drawing his sword, it was gigantic, “Baron is your name then” Kriel said as he drew his short sword and his hatchet “I’ve never hunted the dead before, it seems like a good way to start. Baron stepped forth and basically flew across the floor to where Kriel was, he spun out of the way and turned to strike and saw the entire place where he was just sitting was completely gone, Baron quickly recovered and swung again. Kriel ducked under it and did a dual upward slash that connected and put a nice scratch on the armor, no real damage though, Kriel got slammed in the face by the grip of his gigantic sword which put him on the ground and then Baron grabbed Kriel by the back of his neck and threw him. Kriel went through the wall and out into the street, Baron deflected the next couple swings while his minions got in on the fight and then walked out onto the streets. Kriel was on his feet again and took another double swing that did another nice scratch but again no damage; he then did a back flip to avoid the armored leg that almost kicked him. He looked up to see his foe as he swung to the side and in a single stroke cut a sentinel in two, her blood sprayed all over the walk, other tried to join the fight and were cut down by Baron’s minions. Kriel ran forward and drop kicked Baron from behind, this sent him reeling forward, Kriel jumped back up and pulled the gun from his back and took a shot at point blank, this did some damage to Baron’s back and sent him to the ground. Baron spun around and swung his sword to the sky, this would have cut Kriel in two if he would have jumped up like he planned, he felt the shaking of the ground, there was a protector behind him. One of Baron’s minions flew at Kriel, he looked just like a human would only he now had black armor on, he had a large mace, he did a move similar to Baron’s but Kriel jumped up and put his weight on the face to let him jump into the air and then come down upon the minion with a brutal strike to both shoulders. Kriel pulled his weapons out and almost got slammed in the face by his hammer, he swung again and they began to exchange blows for a few moments, then he gained an upper hand swung his hatchet at his neck seeing as there was a lack of armor there, he connected and took his head to the air. Kriel looked up and saw a protector being lead by a group of sentinels, this fight would end now, but then something happened that amazed Kriel. A green glow lay upon the city suddenly, it was dim first and then very bright, Kriel felt a very hot feeling and then saw a meteor slam down upon the protector. Bright green fire spread everywhere in the vicinity, a piece almost hitting Kriel, the protector was pretty much annihilated and the sentinels were dead, burned, and in disarray. “Behold our power, the power of the scourge” he heard a voice behind him say, Baron was on his feet, from the ashes of the crater he heard a roar and he then beheld the birth of an infernal, the knights of the burning legion. “Our former masters left us a few very nice presents” Baron said smirking as the infernal began to cause destruction, Kriel became furious at the sight of such utter destruction “You son of a bitch, this will be your end” before Kriel began his rampaging charge he saw root jump up from the ground and bind Baron where he stood, Kriel grabbed his gun and took aim, he heard Baron swear as he tried to move. Kriel got Barons white hair in his sights and with a careful and steady hand pulled the trigger, the bullet rang through the sky but did not meet Baron, a head less form stood in front of the death knight and took the bullet full force, he then saw the figure reach down and grab the head that he had decapitated and put it back on his head, the skin on his neck reached up like a parasite and it fused together. The sky glowed green again as another meteor came down and took out one of the high towers in the town square, the entire city was in arms now, Darnassus was under siege, he looked around and there were ghouls and skeletons everywhere, men in black hoods with no weapons were at work doing something involving green circles. Kriel knew he had to get to the Horn of Cenarius and alarm all of Teldrassil of what was happening, he was in quite a predicament though. From behind him a couple of warrior came up and began to fight with Baron giving Kriel a chance to get to the horn, it was in the highest tower in Darnassus and all he could hope was that the tower hadn’t been taken out by an infernal. “Kriel” a feminine voice said “Santhra” Kriel looked around looking for his wife “Santhra where are you” he called, she ran up next to him and embraced him “The tower has been overrun Kriel, the Horn of Cenarius is surely to be destroyed, we are doomed” the news hit Kriel very hard, the siege would probably last several days but without proper reinforcements which would take several weeks to bring, the city would surely fall. A small group of soldier ran up, there were burns and cuts all over them “Infernals are rampaging through the city, they’ve many death knights and Liches, and I think I saw a dreadlord, I’ve heard reports of doom guards on the other end of Darnassus as well” said one of the humans seeing Kriel as a commander for some reason “I have an entire force of men I can have up here within a week, we need to evacuate and regroup off the island and strike back later”. Kriel had no idea who he was but it was as good of a plan as he was going to get “I can open a portal to Moonglade, so we can evacuate, its is not too far from the coast and we should be able to regroup there”. For some reason everyone was looking at Kriel as if wanting him to make the final; decision, it was not one he wanted to make, he did not want to abandon his home, but if they could amount a sizeable force they could take Teldrassil back. “Alright, do it” he finally said, Santhra focused on opening a portal, one of the warriors yelled as loud as he could for a retreat, the portal opened and people began to come through. “Come on lets go get the hell out of here” were a few of the things Kriel heard. Kriel was on of the last people through; a lot of attention had been brought down to that area, Santhra was still concentrating on keeping it open but she was beginning to get tired. “Santhra lets go” he yelled as he finally jumped through the portal, it felt as if his skin was being stretched as far as it could be stretched and the thrown back together in a jumble as he landed in the soft grass of Moonglade. Kriel stood and turned to see the portal, Santhra had finally let go of the portal and went to go through, when a caster lets go of a portal they close fairly quickly so she was pressed for seconds to go through, Kriel put his hand out to get Santhra and help her through, she reach out and grabbed his hand and then the tip of a sword exploded through Santhra’s chest and pierced all the way into Kriel at the shoulder, though he did not notice. “NOOOOOOOOOOO” he yelled when he realized what had just happened, Santhra’s face flushed of all possible color as a flow of red burst from the wound covering Kriel, she let out a gasp as he life flowed out of her. All Kriel could see was the face of his wife as her eyes widened and blackened into death and behind her the smiling face of Baron. “Son of a BITCH” he screamed as he took his hatchet and swung forth, it flew out of his hand and past Santhra’s head and inserted itself into the face of Baron, he was pulled back seconds later and looked forth as the portal closed the rest of the way and watched Santhra’s face disappear, he saw Santhra’s lips say something but he couldn’t tell what it was. Kriel was crying as hard as he ever had in his life, he felt as if a hot sword had been put through the top of his skull and all the way down. Kriel was so full of sorrow and agony that he did not realize that Most of Barons sword was still in his shoulder. A priest walked up and tried to help him with his shoulder, he passed out.
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The hallway was truly dark, Khazic couldn’t see a damn thing; he was wondering what the lich wanted him to do in such a dark place. It was almost as if he was dead again, the whole time he thought of what the lich had told him “Do not be afraid of the unknown, walk into the dark to smother the light” he was trying to figure out their meaning. While thinking and not quite paying attention to the pitch blackness anyway, he walked straight into a wall, he imagined Kel’ Thuzad was laughing right now. “God DAMNIT” he yelled in frustration and he slammed the scythe down in anger, a torrent of fire burst beneath him. Khazic jumped straight up to avoid the flames that just appeared, that and it scared the hell out of him, some unknown instinct made him flag his wings very hard and sent him backwards very quickly and he landed on his feet in a crouched down position with his scythe ready to strike. The flames subsided but to his amazement a torch had been lit and he could see the hallway, the walls were lined in glyphs and pictures, this grabbed his attention. Kriel grabbed the torch and walked down the hall looking at the wall, he found the wall told a tale, a tale of a winged being much like himself, born into the darkness from a large being, a titan maybe, later on he saw a mark the revealed the creator as Saergaras. The pictures revealed the beings rise to power as he destroyed cities and civilizations and fought and destroyed other angels, he then looked upon as the being was destroyed by another angel who was reincarnated from one of his earlier victims, was a very amusing tale. Khazic kept walking and ran into another wall; he looked around and discovered that he had met a dead end “Well damn” he said to himself. Just then he heard a noise behind him and accidentally dropped the torch and it went pitch black again, he looked down the hallway and saw a faint light at then end of the hall, he had a strange feeling about that light so he readied his scythe. The light was getting brighter, was getting very bright, was moving very fast, his instincts told him to duck down so he did. The light slammed against the wall and shattered it, shards of rock flew everywhere, Khazic stood and looked behind him “Holy Shit” he said aloud. Khazic turned back around and saw a figure running toward him; he didn’t have time to react and he got picked up and thrown through the new found hole, he rolled into a light filled area that looked a lot like an arena, he rolled around and threw his still unseen foe off of him and stood back up scythe at the ready. His foe stood up and revealed himself as a paladin, the war hammer he held and the armor that he donned it was quite obvious he was a herald of the light, the most annoying people that Khazic had ever met in life. “Return to the hell from whence you came” he said raiding his hammer “I will once I figure out where it is”. The paladin walked forth with his hammer held high ‘BY THE GRACE OF GOD” he began to yell, Khazic had always wanted to do this so he jumped forth real quick and just drop kicked the paladin right in the face “Shut up and fight” he said angrily, the paladin did a leg swipe and knocked the angel over and quickly got up and brought his hammer down upon him, Khazic rolled out of the way and slashed over towards the paladin with his scythe. He barely missed the paladin’s throat and he leaned back, they both were on their feet now, the paladin charged again and swung full out and Khazic ducked down under the blow and hit his chin with the blunt end of the blade and then spun around and slashed his face with the scythe, but it did not meet his face. The paladin punched him in the face and sent him back, he had put up a holy shield that had just saved his life, Khazic jumped up again and parried a blow that would have ended his so far about 1 hour life, or relief rather. The paladin threw his hand up as if to smite him and he made a mighty flap of his wings which created a torrent of wind that sent him to the other end of the room, he then slammed the scythe on the ground in hopes he could recreate the flames, it didn’t work, so he yelled “GOD DAMNIT” and slammed it down even harder, the flames reached even higher this time, he was listening to Kel’ Thuzad and not fearing what he didn’t know he could do. Khazic angles the scythe a little bit to see if it would angle, and it did, but not as much as he would have liked so he tried to angle it further and the flame did angle further, he eventually got the fire to completely engulphed the paladin. The paladin stepped forth from his little crater of sorts and laughed, Khazic did it again to make sure it was just a fluke and surely enough he got fire to burst forth again. The paladin burst through the flames and cracked Khazic in the side with his hammer, pain wracked Khazic as he fell to the floor again more than likely he had broken a few ribs on that one. The angel stood again and was extremely angry, he picked up his scythe which had dropped to the ground “Return to hell you foul beast” the paladin said to him narrowing his eyes “You first” he held his hand out for reasons he didn’t know and shot forth a bolt of pure dark energy, this spread out and engulphed him. Khazic then leaped forward and slashed at the orb, not knowing what would happened but not stopping him, it blood sprout forth from the orb after each slash he did and then the orb subsided and he laid on the ground nearly dead. Khazic stood there looking down upon his opponent, this was the first good look he was getting at him, he had a long white beard, he was quite aged. The blood that ran from his body was a bright red; he was healthy for his age. “You will burn in hell” he said for the third time since he’d met him “I am going to rule over hell” and with that he lifted the scythe and brought it down right upon his face, it went right in killing the paladin, his twitching subsided momentarily. It had been a while since he had killed anyone, he forgot how good it felt to see peoples blood run on the floor. “Very impressive Khazic” he heard a voice behind him say, he turned quickly with scythe ready and beheld a figure that was very small and petite, it was a gnome “Its good to see you again”. Khazic had his memory jog suddenly “Ralan” he said suddenly “I like the wings, it’s a rather original trait”. Khazic walked forth to see his brother in arms, or magic rather, and he walked up and knelt down and put his hand on his shoulder “Ralan, give me some food you little bastard” and old joke between the two. They shared a quick laugh and then Ralan spoke “Come Khazic, the lich has food and clothes for you, hell of a fight old friend”. Khazic was somewhat shocked “Where the hell did a lich find edible food” he asked laughing “I wouldn’t complain, it is actually not half bad”. The two old comrades walked up a flight of stairs that Khazic had previously not seen exchanging jokes and laughing, back on the ground floor the paladin lay dead, a hooded figure walked forth to the dead paladin “I cant believe he actually did it” he said to himself looking down at the paladin “Kel’ Thuzad what have you done”.
Chapter 4
Akaran walked the plains of Mulgore for the first time in years; it had always helped him heal as a calf when he was training. While he walked he thought about Alterac, it was all that was on his mind since he woke up from that damned nightmare, the laugh of the death knight rang through his head like church bells. Akaran looked up and realized he had wandered a bit off course while thinking, he was headed to Bloodhoof village, where he lived while not questing, but he had been in active duty on mission from Cairne for 10 years now. The bull though now of his mate Shalra, a powerful shaman and the love of his life, his heart skipped a beat as he remembered what she looked like, he began to think of how much he missed her and broke into a jog. It had been a long time since he had been able to just run in a field and not be charging into battle, the grass felt good on his hooves, his muscles ached horribly that whole day, but at this moment Akaran was in bliss, he was home. The bull slowed back down as he approached closer to the village, it was a beautiful sight, there were young tauren training and dueling as far as the eye could see and even grown tauren were receiving training or just honing their skills. Memories of his youth came back to him and his muscles ached again at the thought if carrying all the pails of water that he would carry and the thought of being smacked with those wooden swords. His thought wandered now to his son, he was but a calf when he left still getting to know the world and the creatures in it, young Trofimov was such a joy to be around, so innocent in his youth. Akaran wondered if he had started his training and if he had picked up his mothers shamanic abilities, Shalra was indeed a prodigy in her youth, he had met her in the dueling ring so many years ago, she was the best fight he had ever had and he still most of the time lost. “Well by the horn Arra’Chea, look what just walked into town a voice behind him, Akaran turned to look at the voice that he could recognize in death “Ahhh good Tidum, how had that Kodo training going for you” he said his theory hitting dead on to who it was “Welcome home brother” the bull named Tidum said “Its good to be home brother”. The two bulls held a quick embrace, the two brothers had been inseparable as calf’s but when Akaran enlisted they rarely saw each other, Tidum did not believe in war, he lived for the thrill of the hunt. “You look like you’ve been through hell Akaran, those yeti’s must be harder than I thought” Tidum said “Brother I wish I would have met yeti’s, I encountered a fate worse than death in that god forsaken mountain” Akaran responded as he began to walk towards the village again. “Brother there’s not much on Azeroth worse than those yeti’s, trust me I had to hunt a single one for 4 years they’re vicious” Tidum said, he was an amazing hunter “I helped kill a death knight” he said while continuing to walk. Tidum had a look of utter bewilderment on his face “The earthmother smiles upon you brother, be glad you yourself were not slain” Tidum said, “I’ve realized this; I was not alone though there was a mage who helped”. Tidum did not particularly care for magic users so his face cringed “The troll is a good mage, he will not bother you any” he said putting his brother at ease. They walked through the village people hailed Akaran as he walked through, the bull stopped at one particular hut “Shalra is not home brother, she has been training Trofimov herself” Tidum said, Akaran began to laugh “I feel sorry for the poor boy” the brother walked into the house, it was great to see his own house again. The mere memory of the bed made him want to collapse but when he saw it he immediately went to it and fell over “Oh how I miss this bed” he said as he almost fell asleep instantly “I fail to realize if you speak of sleep or sex”. The brothers shared a laugh, Akaran sat up and talked with his brother, Tidum spoke of Shalra and Trofimov and Akaran spoke of the war. The two talked for what seemed to be an hour, and then Akaran heard a voice he recognize, a feminine voice that kept him going on some cold nights “You do realized she’s going to be really mad” Tidum said “Yeah I know, but I don’t mind”. Akaran stood and looked the door “I don’t care son you’re not going to fight in the arena, you’re not ready and it’s not safe” the voice said, it soothed Akarans nerves hearing that voice again “Mother, war is not safe I have to go out into the world one day”. This voice he didn’t recognize but he had a very good idea who it was “Your son has grown a lot brother” Tidum said “Akaran will come back on his own son, you don’t have to go out and find him” she said as she opened the door, Akaran beheld the sight of his wife that he had not seen in 10 years, her light brown fur blew in the light breeze, her eyes were a deep blue that glowed with the fury of the wind. The dress she wore was a very simple one; she wore some light battle gear under it no doubt. “Akaran” she whispered lightly, her face was one of utter shock, tears began to well in her eyes “Hello dear, I have returned” Akaran said in the same choice that enchanted her in the first place, he began to walk forward and Shalra practically jumped forward into his embrace “I have missed you dear one” he said using the traditional wedding name for the tauren. In a move that didn’t surprise anyone in the house Shalra backed away from him, grabbed a mug on the table and smashed it over Akarans face, he was on the ground now bleeding slightly “Holy Hell…that hurt” Akaran said, he could hear his brother laughing “Who the hell do you think you are, I haven’t heard a word from you in 10 years and you all of a sudden show up, where were you letter when I was sitting here trying to raise our son all alone” she said furiously Akaran tried to stand but was punched in the face and was knocked back down “That’s for making mother cry so much” the unfamiliar voice said. Akaran tried a second time to get up and got punched again from behind this time “Didn’t want to feel left out” Tidum said. Shalra pulled him to his feet and hugged him again “Never leave that long again” she said, Akaran released quickly and punched Tidum in the face “That hurt” he said looking at his brother. With the confusion of the moment and the punching all done he finally got a chance to get a real embrace with his wife “I sent plenty of letters, they must have gotten lost in transit, there was a lot of alliance activity in the Alterac Mountains” he told her “The reason I have returned is because I met a foe that nearly brought me to my end, there was a death knight in the snowy hell trap, if it weren’t for the mage that walked by I never would have made it out of there alive” he explained “I have no idea how long it will be until Cairne sends me out again, Xalin told me to come back to Thunder Bluff in a few days to see about the situation”. Akaran was seated now and Shalra was trying to tend his wounds “I will be fine Shalra it’s just a scratch” he was saying, she didn’t listen. Akaran looked past his wife now and beheld the smaller looking tauren behind him, Akaran beheld the sight of his son for the first time since he was too young to stand on hind legs “Trofimov, my son” he said tears welling in his eyes, he simply turned around and went to walk out the room, Shalra jumped on the offensive “Show your father respect” she said in a angry tone. No one who ever met Shalra ever forgot her rage “why should I, he abandoned us for 10 years” Akaran couldn’t say much to that, he had a good point “Two minutes ago you were training your hide off so you could go out and find him” she yelled at him “And beat him within an inch of his life”. Akaran had an idea “Well Trofimov, I am here now and its not hard to set up a match in the arena” everyone in the room shot him a glance “If you want your shot at me son you’ve got it, just make sure your ready” he said “I ready any time” he responded, he then charged out of the room. “What the hell are oyu doing” Shalra screamed at him “Tough love, warriors connect the best on the battlefield” Tidum shook his head “He has a good point Shalra” he added “This was going to happen one day or another best it be with wooden swords into of steel”. Shalra was furious “I’ve seen you fight, you’ve hurt a lot people with those wooden swords, he is a calf” it was very obvious that she was very worried “Do not worry dear one, you forget too soon he is my son too” Akaran added “He’s made up my mind, he has both our determinations I can see it in his eyes”. The worried mother sat down “Dear one he will be just fine, besides I am injured as it I couldn’t go full out if I wanted to”. The room fell silent “I will go find Blaine” Tidum said “He will be excited to see a true warrior back in the ring” his brother got up and left “Give him my salutations would you”. The two mates sat in the house alone “I will give you one warning, he has the best of both out genes, he is becoming very powerful do not underestimate him, he has power he doesn’t even know about” she said “My strength with your connections to nature” he asked not fully understanding “Trofimov has your battle prowess and my magic, he hit me with a lighting bolt the other day” this was quite shocking “Dear lord, what kind of beast have we created” he said “No one knows yet, he does things when he gets mad that nobody understands, after he gets some warrior training I want to take him down to Red Mesa and meet with the great spirit and see what kind of potential he has”. They agreed on that “I will give him some training on his weapon ship while I am still here, and also the best way to learn something is complete exposure” Akaran said “I actually was thinking of that, I miss the thrill of adventure as well, its boring being here, I don’t want to be away from you that long again, when you get there tell Cairne that me and Trofimov will be accompanying you”. This shocked Akaran “Wow that went surprisingly well” they shared a laugh. “I’m serious though, be careful” she said again “Do not worry dear one, I will be present for a nights company” he said they shared a grin and then had the first romantic moment that either of the two had in 10 years.
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Magilin woke to a loud bang outside his little hut; he jumped up out of the bed and to his feet, he had his staff to his side so he grabbed it and crouch down ready to smack whoever was about to come in the jaw. “AIM” he heard a voice yell “FIRE” and many blast, that he now confirmed were guns, rattled off into the air, he realized he was in Thunder bluff and there was probably a training sessions going on so he relaxed. Magilin stood straight up now and realized his muscles were no longer sore, he stretched out his arms and legs a little bit, still a little bit sore but he could walk. The troll looked down and realized that he was naked, someone must have given him a bath, he quickly threw his battle gear and began to walk out the door, he wanted to find Thrall and see what was going to happen next. A shadow appeared at his door and he looked up to see the tauren named Xalin, he recognized him “I see your up and running, damn trolls heal so fast it sickens me” he said stepping in “Hey mon, how are ya today” he had always had a thick trollish accent and at times it confused people “Not bad, kind of jealous love going out on assignments but I have to protect the homeland, the alliance have been rather rowdy lately” he said shuffling his foot on the ground “ Don’t be, we be going into a pig pen, a dead pig pen at that”. Xalin flashed his Argent Dawn commission “I am exalted with the scourge slayers, I have killed more than my share of the scourge and I more than love it, when you die you should stay dead” the glare in his eyes showed a violent past to the very observant mage “They killed your family”. Xalin just stood there “My brother and mother when I was a child by a death knight, I envy you mage, I have searched my entire life for that death knight, any death knight really, but in our upcoming escapades I have a feeling we will find one”. Magilin shook his head “You have strange wishes mon” Xalin reached back “Here Thrall said to give this to you, and Lady Sylvannas would like a word with you, she cleared out a harpy den down the way, she really hates the sunshine”. Magilin sighed “What does she want” Xalin laughed, “That should be the least of your worries” Magilin stopped “What do you mean” he asked. Xalin motioned for him to come out; he did and saw a purple colored raptor “Thrall gave me a raptor??? I don’t know how to ride a raptor” he said, Xalin laughed again “Take him out into the fields and hop on, there’s plenty of room in the golden plains you can get a hang on how it’s done and get used to it, and in the mean time, hold on very tightly, raptors can have very foul tempers and if you piss it off it will toss you off and might attack” he explained. “Hell mon, we got the bad end of that stick” he said with slight fear “Try learning how to ride a kodo”. Xalin lead the raptor down to the fields “Now hop on and hold tight” he said, Magilin was very scared, he didn’t like speed very much nor did he like flying so that made him despise the wind riders and this raptor was likely to be very fast “I cant believe I am going to do this”. Xalin helped him into the saddle, wasn’t that much of a hop for him but he wasn’t used to it, he handed him a little rune “Now these are very real beings but this rune lets you summon and release him, through some powerful magic he has been bound to your soul and your soul only, he is completely loyal to you, if you ever need to get off just squeeze the run and the raptor will disappear and then just squeeze again and he will reappear, but raptors are very free willed, he is bound to you but he’s not particularly happy about it, you have to show him who is boss before he will listen to you, but don’t be too harsh or he will just eat you one night when you forget to put him away” Xalin explained “Well now that I have scared you, be on your way” he smacked the raptor in the side somewhat harshly and he took off down the field “HOLD ON TIGHT” he screamed. Magilin felt the wind whipping past his face, he felt the raptor shifting back and forth trying to throw him off so he just held on even tighter, the raptor began to jump around making it even harder to hold on but the troll managed to. The raptor ran up a large rock that acted as a ramp and jumped off the end of it and did a flip. Magilin let go and flew through the air and disappeared as soon as he was about to hit the ground and reappeared on the ground in front of him, the raptor leered at him, this was going to be interesting. The raptor ran forward to try and take him down, Magilin brought his staff up and nailed the raptor right underneath the chin and moved off to the side, the raptor hit the ground hard and Magilin jumped back on his back and the raptor took of again “SUBMIT” he yelled at the raptor trying to get him to back down with no avail. Magilin had an idea that could scare him, he channeled some energy through his staff and fired some fireballs ahead, but off to the side, they exploded in fiery wrath and shot to the skies, the raptor jumped right through it. Magilin then channeled more energy and made an ice slick in front of him and jumped off, the raptor slipped and hit the ice hard and shattered it, Magilin jumped forward with his staff and put the pointed end to the raptors head “Submit” he said lighter. With a snort of frustration his muscles relaxed, he gave up finally. Magilin receded his staff and made the ice disappear; the raptor had a small wound on his side, Magilin was skilled with the a bandage so he bound it, the bleeding was minimal “Truly a free spirit, well mon if you done eat me ill treat you well” he told the raptor as he petted his side “Now we need to ride again, don’t try and throw me off” he said. Magilin jumped on his back and nudged his side, the raptor began to move in a stride, he was completely calm about it “Good boy, to Sylvannas we go” and he rode the raptor across the golden plains, it was a lot smoother than it was before, he liked the feeling on his back, Magilin had just created a good friendship that he felt would probably save him more than once.
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The drums of war sounded throughout the village, a bloodthirsty crowd gathered around a large circular area, the arena. Seats were positioned all around it with screaming fans; the grass of the arena had been beaten down by hooves. There was a large totem at the head of the arena where Blaine Bloodhoof, chief of the village, lit the flame of battle which signified when the duel was happening. On one side of the arena sat Akaran, former champion of the Battle Royale held annually, on the other his son Trofimov who had never stepped foot into the arena. Shalra was so worried about her son she could barely stand it, Tidum was trying to calm her but to no avail, “You know how he fights as well as I do” she was saying “Yes and I also know how much he loves his family, if something goes wrong I will flash Blaine a signal and I will go in there myself, he is my nephew after all”. Akaran sat in the bunker preparing, Xalin was down there to see the fight “It’s been a long time, I’ve kept your arena sword myself the finest wooden sword I have ever seen”, Akaran laughed “It’s been 20 years and no one has made a better sword” they shared a laugh. Xalin brought it out and handed it to him “Wow, this thing feels a lot different, I’m too used to metal” he said “I actually wanted to throw an idea toward you, since it may be a while before you go back out into the field I was thinking of giving you a bit of training on dual wielding, a little dab into the berserker stance of battle” he asked, Akaran shot a strange look at him “I was reluctant myself to get it, but I’m a better warrior for it, I could finally take you in a duel”. Akaran laughed “We shall see Xalin, though not a bad idea I don’t know if I can abandon my swords” he said “For now I must prepare, my son is not one to be underestimated” he said spinning his sword around “You have no idea my friend”. On the other side of the arena young Trofimov sat on a bench scared out of his mind his trainer stood next to him “Come on boy, you’ve trained so hard, now I your chance to prove it” he was saying “I’ve beaten him before and you have beaten me so you should be ok” he was trying to calm him down “You’ve held back, he wont” Trofimov responded “You’re his son he will hold back, your pissed off at him you wont, you can do this, just try not to use any of those powers you have” he was trying to train him as a warrior and was trying to bypass his shamanistic abilities “I’ve told you before I can’t help it”. This was a very touchy issue for Trofimov, what he didn’t understand annoyed him, he had beaten a calf because he was harassing him about it “Ok, lets concentrate here, what weapons do you want” he asked, he had been training in quite a few different weapons “Give me my mothers old weapons, he will likely use his old sword I’ve heard so much about so ill match my legacy against itself” he said. The mace and shied his mother used was amongst the weapons in the arena’s hall of fame “Very well then” he said disappointed “You were good with the swords” he said. Trofimov was very frustrated “Just give me the damn mace”. Outside the crowd was getting restless they wanted to see a fight, Blaine stood at the top of the totem waiting for the combatants to come onto the field, finally Akaran stepped onto the field and cheers erupted to see the champion once again, he swung his sword above his head in a almost ceremonial pattern that he used to do and he then slammed his hoof on the ground and let out a tribal scream, this scared Trofimov even more. The calf walked onto the field, his mother stared in disbelief that his son was holding her weapons; Akaran recognized them immediately and knew what those weapons could do but he was wondering if his son did. The voice of Blaine rang throughout the arena “Welcome Tauren, welcome to The Arena” the crowd erupted at this point, Trofimov was shocked at how loud the chief of the village was “There is a special duel today, we have a former champion of the Battle Royale battling his only son, I don’t not need to remind anyone here of the rules of the arena, but I will always state the basic, while the flame is lit no one in and no one out”. The crowd cheered again “Fight with honor tauren, fight with pride, but more importantly” he yelled as he started to throw down his torch “FIGHT” he yelled as the flames erupted around him, he always had a mage handy to keep a fire ward on him for when he did that. The fight had begun so Akaran took the first charge running at Trofimov full speed, the calf took steps forward as well, he had a feeling this way going to hurt. Trofimov tried a move he had been working on for a charge and he figured now was as good a chance as any to try it, they were both running full speed and Trofimov planted one hoof and did a spinning move into the air going sideways, he would try and bring his shield down to try and bash his head and follow it with a full force crash with his mace. Akaran had met quite a few foe that had done this maneuver, mostly elves and trolls and such, and he knew how to handle it. The shield began to come down and Akaran grabbed the shield and spun him around a few times and threw him straight up, the boy was heavier the he though, he didn’t go very far so when Akaran brought his sword upward in what would be a very deadly maneuver, he was shocked that Trofimov managed to block it which sent him a little higher, then Akaran planted an spun out of the way because his son was coming at him again and using the momentum of the spin while crouched down and slashed at him again, this time parried by a mace. Trofimov ran forth in a rage and swung his mace in a flurry of speed that Akaran had to work to parry, Trofimov came down in what was going to be a devastating blow but Akaran parried off to the side leaving his son defenseless for a second and then put his hand in his face and pushed forward full force, he met nothing but air as his son leaned back under the punch and watched his father nearly fall over, the calf quickly recover and he hit his father in the back of the knee and sent him to the ground then came up and slammed him in the back of the head with his shield and was following up with another swing but the shield sent him to the ground. Akaran grabbed his son’s leg and tripped him over him and sent him to the ground, Akaran jumped up and slammed his sword down, it met the shield again. Akaran put down pressure easily overpowering his son and pushing the shield back downward. What happened next surprised everybody; he tilted his shield to one side so that the sword went and slammed in the ground and the clocked his father in the head with a blast of green energy that sent his father up into the air, Trofimov recovered upward and hit falling bull with his mace as hard as he could and he hit the ground. The crowd fell silent at what they just beheld. The jaw of his mother was nearly on the ground, Tidum had his hand ready because he figured what was about to happen, Shalra was in disbelief at the sight, Akaran was the best fighter he had ever seen and he had just tossed him in the air like a rag doll. Akaran lay on the ground his head spinning and was wondering what had just happened, his sigh had turned an odd shade of green, he wasn’t sure why though, he began to get up and he heard a hysterical laughing. Akaran did not like the sound of that laugh, he recognized it, Akaran stood up straight now though did not open his eyes, he feared what he may see. A harsh voice said “You think you can escape me” it said loudly “You think you can defeat me, open your eyes coward, face your death”. Akaran was scared out of his mind and he did not know why, he had never felt this kind of fear before in his life. Akaran finally opened his eyes, he did not see the arena that he knew he was in, he saw a snowy field, he knew that it was his son that stood before him, but he saw another adversary. All sense of reasoning began to slip from his mind, he felt himself going into a rage, and it did not go unnoticed, the crowd stared at the two as Akaran stood there. Trofimov was into the fight now and was ready for more, Shalra was so shocked about what happened, then she became thrilled at what his son had done and she began to cheer, Tidum looked at his brother’s eyes. In the years they had been brothers Tidum had seen those eyes do many things in his life but he never seen them do what they did now, Akaran always looked straight at his opponent with intensity, he was not looking at Trofimov and his eyes were showing fear “Something’s wrong” he said to himself “Something isn’t right” he said aloud so Shalra could hear him, she looked over “What do you mean, did you see that” she said excitedly. “Look at his eyes” he told her, she leaned forward to try and focus, she saw the fear “Fear” she said lightly, they both looked as the eyes turned to pure rage and focused upon Trofimov, his eyes showed such rage that Tidum had seen very few “Oh hell” Tidum said knowing what would happen next. Trofimov looked at his father right in the eyes “Your holding back father, what is the matter are you afraid of a little wooden mace” he had been taught to taunt but he was not taught when to taunt, this was not the opportune time to taunt. Akaran was now convinced that his foe was not his son, he saw through his green glow the figure of that death knight “Your holding back” the harsh voice said “Here, come, try and kill me again”. Akaran was full of rage now, he had no thoughts or recollections of being in Mulgore or the arena, all he knew was what he saw “Why wont you stay dead” Akaran said in an almost primal scream, Trofimov looked at him confused and the crowd fell silent “Tidum, we have to save him” Shalra said panicking, “Wait a moment Shalra, let us see how your son truly fights” Tidum said. Akaran whipped his sword to his side and began to walk forward “This is for mother” Trofimov said as he walked forth to meet his father, he had no idea what he was about to get into. Trofimov broke into a run again headed at his father; he came up with his mace in an upward swing that was met by his father’s sword Trofimov looked upward and saw a rage in his father’s eyes he had not seen before, it was terrifying. Akaran came down hard almost shattering both weapons and then brought his hoof up and kicked his son hard in the stomach, this sent him in the air slightly and Akaran grabbed him and slammed him into the ground. Tidum had seen enough he knew something was wrong, he signaled to the totem and Blaine registered, he actually wondered what had taken so long, he extinguished the flame. With the flame dead Tidum could run in and save his nephew with out fear of persecution, him and Shalra had jumped the fence and were running towards the raging bull. Tidum was in pain as he lay on the ground but he managed to get out of the way of a speeding sword and a swift hoof meant to crush his head, the raging bull had no recollection of what he was doing, he saw the death knight cowering in fear under his hoof, he looked off to the side and saw more death knights headed his way, Tidum was in a full out charge now, his head ducked down ready to gorge his brother if need be, he’s survived worse, Shalra was just worried about her son. Akaran met Tidum half way and grabbed his horns as he charged and twisted as he picked up his brother and hoisted him up and over his shoulder and slammed him down on the ground, Shalra notice this and knew she had to do something, she had a real mace on her waist so she grasped it and ran forward, for a moment she forgot that Akaran was her husband as she whipped the mace around and smashed him in the face. Tidum was in mass pain as he recovered from his little ride, he got up in time to see his brother get smashed in the face, blood splattered the ground, Akaran gave a bloodied smile and the came up and grabbed his wife around the neck and lifted her into the air “Why are you doing this” she asked through baited breaths. Trofimov stood now and saw his mother in peril and his heart began to race, he had lied to everyone when he told them that he had no control over his shamanistic abilities, he had some control over what he knew he could do “MOTHER” he yelled as he put his hand together and created a ball of lightning, he put his hands forward and the bolt launched out and hit him square in the chest, he dropped Shalra. Tidum was up now and had his brother in a submissive hold “SNAP OUT OF IT” he yelled at him, Trofimov hobbled forth to make sure his mother was ok, his leg was injured. Akaran fought with all of his might, but then he heard another cackle and his vision began to clear, he was back in Mulgore and he began to relax “Brother, have you returned” Tidum said. Akaran sat up now and looked upon the havoc he had just wrecked, what he had done caught up to him. “What happened” he asked “You lost your mind brother, almost killed your family, me included”. Akaran saw what he had done and felt as if he would cry “There is something amiss with you, some force took hold of you brother, you would not do what I just saw”. Xalin and Blaine were at them now “It is alright I have returned to my senses” Akaran said, the crowd looked on in awe as they were trying to figure out what happened. Far off through a looking glass a form began to laugh “It worked wondrously Ralan, I can control him any time that I want” an echoed voice said “However if he gets smart and realized that the world he sees is false we could have problems” the small gnome said. The arch lich Kel’ Thuzad look through, this is true, we can’t overuse this Ralan” he said again “The next time we will strike at the heart of Thunder bluff, one city of each allegiance down. I think it is time for Khazic to prove himself” he said in a diabolic voice “I am beginning to like you Ralan, come with me I have something I would like to discuss with you” he said again as he floated off down a hallway, his hand extended and a book shot out into his hand and he grabbed a quill.
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This is all based off of world of warcraft. So just about everything is under copyright to Blizzard.
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