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Twin Rebirth
Part One
Once the score of rotting ghouls were finally rendered immobile, and their necromantic magics had vanished from the grotesque bodies, Tunaak grunted at his handiwork. His trusted ax must have brought down half of them, the tendrils of Light that lashed out from his armor perhaps took about four of them, and the use of raw Light likely took the other six.
Hefting the large ax on his shoulder, he turned and strolled deeper into the ruined city. The Northrend Scourge must have just found the seeming recently ruined town, the score of bodies having just left to roam or return to their main numbers. Tunaak grimaced as a blast of chilling wind buffeted him, his chapped lips and chin tendrils reminding him that he shouldn't have gone without some sort of protection or lotion.

The scent of death was strong on the wind, so strong that it nearly made Tunaak recoil. Heavy, booming footsteps alerted Tunaak of something near. Something large, and perhaps clumsy, was very near.
Readying his ax, he scanned the area and ducked behind the remaining wall of one building.
A wall of Scourge parts barreled into him, sending him rolling in the direction he had come from. Using the momentum, he peeled himself back to his hooves as the head of his ax gleamed under the setting Northrend sun.

The large abomination thundered toward Tunaak. The draenei didn't back down, even with the grotesque open belly that threatened to splatter guts and gore at him. Four crooked, awkward arms stretched over the abomination as Tunaak readied his ax to strike.
One large arm lashed out with the hook in hand, the ax meeting the rusty and blood caked blade a split second before it tore his own flesh. The two left arms stretched around and over Tunaak, grabbing the draenei and yanking him off his hooves. The hook was forced away, knocking the ax out of Tunaak's grip as he was yanked. Tunaak found his chest pinned against some of the abomination's remaining belly, though uncomfortably close to the gaping hole where its abdomen should have been.

With a guttural grunt-like laugh, the abomination began walking. To where, Tunaak didn't know. This was the last thing he had expected, squirming with all his might against the Scourge's two arms. He whispered a prayer to the Light, beginning an Exorcism spell. The abomination growled, sweeping one hand from its other side to knock the captive unconscious before the spell was completed.

Ten Years Ago
"Surrender, Mattis!" the draenei yelled, swinging his massive ax. It gleamed under Bloodmyst's setting sun, seemingly eager to bring justice as Light danced over the weapon.

"Hmph!" came a smug retort, "I will break you, blue mongrel!" The shield whirled around, the ax glancing heavily over the golden metal. Flaming sparks erupted from the contact as the ax was brought back and readied for another strike.
As the draenei lashed his ax out once more, Mattis brought his longsword up for his own strike. The longsword went flying when the two weapons met, the sword digging into a nearby tree and trembling from the impact.

When the Blood Elf recoiled after his swords was rent from his grip, his empty hand jerked to a hilt at his belt. As the ax was whirled around and brought in for another strike, Mattis drew the dagger swiftly. He stepped into the swing, using his shielded shoulder to stop the muscular arm with the ax, and buried his dagger into the leather over the draenei's abdomen.
With a howl of anguish, the draenei knocked Mattis away with his free arm. Three more draenei wearing the Hand of Argus tabards rushed on scene, surrounding Mattis with their weapons drawn. One draenei circled behind Mattis, who now had exhausted all his weapons and remained only with his Sunhawk shield. He grabbed Mattis from behind as the other two came in to bind him.

The stabbed draenei cringed as he fell to his knees, Mattis spatting, "You will die like the dog you are, blue blooded mongrel!" One of the Hand punched Mattis in the gut with his gauntleted hand. Mattis, though in chain armor, doubled over unconscious.
As one of the Hand of Argus tossed the Blood Elf over his shoulder, the other two kneeled next to their ailing brother. Some of the flesh surrounding the dagger began to become corrupted, painfully and slowly consuming the uncorrupted.

Calling out to the elemental spirits, the draenei pleaded with them. Some answered, and tried their own magics to purge his body of the poison. Nothing worked, but perhaps a more powerful Shaman would help?
The two that knelt next to the draenei helped him return to Blood Watch. There were no Shamans there, only a priest and a paladin. Even when the Triumvirate of the Hand of Argus joined in, their combined efforts still had no effect. The dagger was removed, but once the flesh over the wound was restored, it was almost immediately taken over by the corrupting poison.

Prisoner
Tunaak was thrown into a cell. Still unconscious, his body rolled before stopping against rear stone wall. When he finally awoke, the sun had long set below the icy seas, the moon casting a gentle glow through a small round hole. Groaning, his eyes slowly flickered open.
Sitting up, Tunaak found himself without his blessed armor, but worse, without his holy ax. Being without both weapon and armor, there was no way he'd be able to battle the Scourge that had imprisoned him…

But why was he being held prisoner? The Scourge were very well known for reanimating the bodies they fell, not holding prisoners. What they had in store for this one draenei, however, Tunaak did not want to stay and find out.
His head throbbed from being knocked out, a large bump on the side of his head showing where he was hit. Slowly, he pushed himself up to sit and looked out the bars of the cell. A few gored and bloody bodies decorated some of the hooks that dangled from the ceiling, most of the remaining hooks were decorated with various body parts or organs. Perhaps some of the ghouls fed here or a necromancer wanted to practice a new experiment or spell...

Tunaak gasped, recoiling as he resisted the urge to vomit as his eyes passed one of the bodies, the body of a young draenei female. She must have been killed very recently, her blood recently dried on the hook and over her grotesquely gored body.
The male draenei pushed himself to his hooves. Though dizzy and nauseous, Tunaak forced himself to the bars that separated him from the rest of the room. He kneeled at the bars, clasping his hands together and resting his thumbs against his crest. Quietly, he spoke a prayer to the Light for the recently dead draenei. The Light responded, glowing a comforting resonance over the still living draenei and stretching to the dead female.

The prayer was cut short with the heavy wooden door being beaten open and slamming against the wall. A Darfkallen entered, growling in a demonic tongue as hand erupted in a black and green flame. He hurled the ball of sickly black and green at the praying draenei full force.
Tunaak couldn't move fast enough to dodge, the deathly magic sending him reeling to the corner. If not for the Light, he would have easily perished with the assault. The Darkfallen's High Elven features contorted with anger, but soon he replaced it with a look of bridled wrath. His eyes glared wickedly as his lips were drawn to a sneer.

"That is not wise, mongrel," he spat. As he continued speaking, Tunaak pushed himself to sit back up, leaning on an elbow, "Be fortunate that you are still alive, for I would have left you as feed for the ghouls!"

"Then why am I still alive…?" Tunaak grimaced. The deathly spell seemed to linger briefly, trying to angrily devour the draenei. Tunaak's willpower with the Light was all that kept it at bay, and he was thankful the spell was fading.

"Because Prince Amuun willed it to be so," came a cold reply. "He said you looked 'familiar,' as if he had met you before…" With a frown from the draenei in response, the Darkfallen continued, shaking his head, "But no matter. Once he has his own answers, you will be disposed of."

"And if I don't have answers?" Tunaak's question angered the Darkfallen, and the undead elf growled. He began another spell, but was cut short by the appearance of a second Darkfallen.

"Stand down, Prince Karsel." Prince Amuun radiated with power, allowing his undead aura coarse through the air without hesitation. Tunaak cringed at the aura, his stomach threatening to toss up what little was in it. The bandana around his nose and jaw concealed his features well, as there was no wrinkling when he spoke. He continued, "This one is mine, and mine alone."
Karsel nodded, albeit with a furious frown. He wanted some fun, too, but was not in the position or with the power to argue with Prince Amuun. With a motion from Amuun, Karsel left them alone, disappearing through the door.

Shutting it behind the other Prince, Amuun turned to eye Tunaak coldly. The draenei had sat up once more, letting his tail curl over his thigh. Under the Darkfallen's stare, Tunaak glanced around. All there was to be found was a solitary, beaten old stool setting on the other side of the room.
"I would know you, draenei…" Amuun spoke slowly, calculatedly, "But something is quite wrong… A blade had been stolen from me by a wretched Sin'dorei. Not just any blade, but one bathed in a particular disease that slowly ate any living being within a day. This blade was… thrust into a draenei shortly after they had crashed on Azuremyst."

Amuun slowly stepped the length of the room, continuing, "The blade was enchanted so that it was bound to me in a unique way. I knew very well when the blade pierced flesh. I also would gain knowledge of who it struck as the corruption devoured the living… The draenei that my blade struck looked so much like you, but he is dead now."
Amuun laughed so coldly, the sound made Tunaak's spine tingle chillingly. The Blood Prince continued, "After eight long years, he died! Eight years, mongrel! Everyone else who had died from that blade's poison were all killed within the first day they were struck! The more strong willed or Light blessed perhaps lasted a week!"

Tunaak blinked. So that's how his twin brother had been poisoned. By a blade that Amuun crafted and coated with poison.
"It was your blade that Mattis used?" Tunaak eyed Amuun unfaltering. He would not submit to acting weak or pathetic before any of the Scourge's forces or figureheads. Better to die strong than to die pathetically.

"Yes! It was my blade," Amuun growled. "But that mangy Sin'dorei stole it before I was able to leave Quel'Thelas with the Lich King! The poison that lingers on the blade was incredibly difficult to make, and even more-so to duplicate… But no matter…"
Amuun clasped his hands together over his chest, smirking coldly, "I knew the draenei that mongrel struck had died, and yet here you are before me. The poison would have carried on, whether brought to life or reanimated, and yet here you are free of my poison… Tell me, how was your body purged of the poison?"