I'm back! With a follow up to my last story, which got mostly positive responses! T

his was somewhat to how I saw the final battle with the Twilight's Hammer playing out. The characters are not mine, and do not represent what will happen in World of Warcraft when Deathwing's demise comes. This is all written for pure fun. Don't like fun? Get a job at Blizzard.

Without further ado... ON WITH THE STORY!

The frigid mountains of Dun Morogh were bitter and biting at the Kaldorei's azure skin. Although she was covered from head to toe in warm, cloth armor, the cold of the mountains still permeated, and the Death Knight standing nearfby did nothing to help the situation. Ailyne was traveling with Nel and Lull to the city of Ironforge to secure the aid of a Shaman for Varian. When they had returned to inform the King of what had happened in Ashenvale, he told them how representatives from the Bronze Dragonflight - Namely their broodmother, Soridormi - had paid him a visit to tell him the same thing they had told Garrosh, and to scold him for his actions in Ashenvale. This was a time when the Horde and Alliance would need to work together, not fight, and Ail felt like she knew that better than anyone. The entire Gryphon ride to Ironforge, all she could think about was the Troll that had almost killed her.

"Why couldn't we have taken the tram..." A voice spoke hear her. It was the Death Knight, Nel. "I hate these damn things..." She wasn't a fan of Gryphons, nor a fan of flying.

"Easy, Nel, we don't want you to fall!" Came a soothing, singsong voice on the third Gryphon. Lull, even in her skimpy plate armor, seemed to be comfortable in the cold. How, Ail didn't know. Lull wore rather revealing armor to show how the Light would protect her when she needed, and it even seemed to keep her warm in the harsh environment of Dun Morogh.

"At least we're almost there, we're taking the Tram back..." Nel settled. Indeed, they landed rather quickly. They didn't know much about who they were looking for, just that he was a Shaman. A Wildhammer Far Seer called 'Earthbreaker'. Not a very good name for a Shaman , Ail thought. Shaman were about maintaining the foundation of the Earth, not breaking it. But she didn't argue. "So where will we find the man?" Nel asked.

"I don't know, I've honestly never been here before." Ail spoke. Looking around, everywhere you see was the fruits of dwarven labor. Magnificent stone etches and markings lined the entire city, which itself was built under a mountain. Dwarves were one with the Earth, and it was only natural their home be underground. The environment was also quite hot, a sharp contrast to how it felt outside, due to the giant, boiling forge that made up the center of the city. Watching the molten liquid fall from up above seemed like reason enough to visit the city. But for now, they weren't there to sightsee, they were on a mission.

"Hey, you!" Nel barked at a nearby guard. "We're looking for a Shaman named Earthbreaker. Know him?" The guard looked at Nel and smiled.

"Lookin' for a good time, are ye? I'll take ye to Earthbreaker!" The guard almost seemed excited just to be in the Far Seer's presence, and they ahdn't even found him yet. The Guard led them down to the Tavern. They opened the door and looked inside. And was seen the epitome of Dwarven society. Beer everywhere, songs being sang, Dwarves, man and woman, dancing on tables and messing around, chugging swig after swig of brew, eating voracious mutton. Ail shrunk back a bit, skeptical to enter. "He's in there!" The Guard said. "He shoudl be easy for ye ta find! Good luck!" The Tavern door slammed behind them. Nel didn't seem happy at all.

"Let's just find him... And get out of here..." One could tell she was tense and not at all thrilled to be in the Tavern. It may as well have been torture to her, Death Knights can't get drunk. She spent no time to waste and grabbed the nearest Dwarf. The man was short, like most Dwarves, with a bright, orange beard and tan skin. "You!" She said. "Where can we find Earthbreaker in this damn place?" The Dwarf let open a big smile.

"Earthbreaker! You're lookin' for the life o' the party, are ye?" The Dwarf looked at her up and down. "And you seem like you could have a party of your own, fair lass." The dwarf laughed and lifted his drink up in the air. Nel wasn't amused and smacked the drink from his hand.

"Take us to the damn dwarf will you!" The dwarf just laughed harder. Lull pulled Nel back and walked up to the Dwarf.

"Kind sir, could you please take us to the dwarf? It's of the utmost importance that we find him. It's an Alliance matter."

"Politics? Earthbreaker isn't much of the political type, lass. Why do you need him?"

"We need him for an expedition to Northrend, it's a matter of.." Lull spoke low, in a whisper. "The Hour of Twilight."

"Ahh... I see... So you really need to see him... Tell you what, lass. I'll take ye to Earthbreaker! I only require one thing! A date..." Lull blushed and fluffed up her hair.

"Oh my... You flatter me, kind sir, I-"

"Not you, Paladin!" The dwarf snapped. "Her..." He pointed to Nel.

"What, me! No way, shorty, you've got another thing comin'!" She turned for the door. Ailyne grabbed her by the arm while Lull stood by the dwarf in honest confusion as to why he wanted a date with a Death Knight and not her.

"C'mon, Nel... Just go on a date with the guy... Do you want the world destroyed...?" Ail spoke into Nel's ear. Nel clenched her fist and growled, the air around her growing colder and colder. The sounds of Lull talking to the dwarf rang in her ears like firecrackers. "C'mon, Nel... Please? Please?"

"FINE!" The draenei yelled out. "I'll go with you on a stupid date, dwarf! Will you PLEASE take us to Earthbreaker now so we can get the hell out of here!" She was tembling with with anger, the air around her turning blue.

"Aye, lass! I'll take ye to Earthbreaker now!" He smiled at the draenei and walked up to her, grinning, and stopped.

"... Well!" Nel asked.

"Here I am, lassie! I'm Earthbreaker! Who were you expectin', Anduin Lothar?" The three girls stood mouths agape. Ail covered her face with her palm.

The loud sound of snoring echoed through the jungle winds.

"... Pyro..."

A loud snort is heard over the sound of the light crashes of the waves.

"Pyro..."

A being with blue skin and tribal armor turns on his side, swinging the hammock he was rested in.

"PYRO!" The Tauren trying to get the Troll's attention swung the hammock furiously, dropping the sleeping Troll onto the sand.

"Ugh... Mon... Why you do dis... I be needin'... My sleep..." The Troll began to snore again, his head nestled into the sand. A pink raptor stepped up to his form, bending over and nudging the Troll with it's nose. It gave small chirps into his ear. "Veloci... Noo..." She bit his ear. "OW!" The Troll sat up. "What was dat for!

"Pyro, todays the day, we need to get going." The Tauren, a dark black coat and a glowing rune hammer strapped onto his back, spoke. His name was Titanrage, or Titan for short. "We're going to Northrend this afternoon. Or had you forgotten?"

"I... I didn't forget, mon... Who... Who de hell do you t'ink I be..." The Troll seemed to struggle to keep his eyes open as the raptor helped him up to his feet. He stood lazily, picking up his spear and leaning on it. "Dat was... Some day, huh..?" The Troll spoke of two or three days earlier, he wans't sure, when they had a great battle with a powerful Twilight Outpost in Ashenvale. Pyro didn't know how long he had been asleep, but Titan seemed to act like he had been asleep for days.

"You've been asleep for days." The Tauren chuckled and helped his friend up onto a Bat. "That day really did a number on you. I hope you're ready for this battle though. You're going to need your strength, brother."

"Yeah... Yeah, you be right." The Troll shook himself on the back of the bat, and Veloci hoised herself up behind him, holding onto the Troll's armor with her sharp teeth. "Where be Koro?" He spoke of the Shaman they were also friends with.

"Where do you think? He's gone on ahead to Borean without us, leading Kor'kron to the Dragonblight. We're gonna miss the last ship there if we don't get going." The Tauren mounted his own flyign beast, a skeletal Gryphon which was the trademark flying steed of a Death Knight. "Come. The last ship leaves Bilgewater Harbor in about an hour."

"Den we need to go!" The Troll coaxed the Bat into the air toward Bilgewater Harbor, the Death Knight and his Gryphon not too far behind.

This chapter wasn't ment to be long. Just ment to catch attention and let you guys know I'm working on a new one. YOU ARE NOT PREPARED... FOR THE AWESOMENESS THAT AWAITS!

Hehehe. See ya next chapter.