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"You're sure this is going to work?"
Falstad rolled his eyes. "for the hundredth time, it's going to work!"
"But how do you know that? Another of Falstad's conspirators asked. "'Cos I don't want to have spent a large portion of my life in the Dalaran training studies for nothing!"
"Neither do I," Falstad snapped. "But that's not stopping the fact that it. Will. Work!"
"OK...just so long as we have enough energy to finish the teleportation."
Falstad buried his face in his hands these idiots had no idea of ambition, or what it had cost him to get a teleportation scroll for every last teleportee. His life savings, his entire money gained in his hopelessly simple studies in Dalaran, gone in one damn go.
The last Shadow arrived to report that the others had assembled. "Let's go." The senior mage ordered.
Exiting the Cathedral of Darkness, the cultists stood before the legions of scourge gathered at the foot of the Icecrown Citadel, and began to cast a spell.
****
Thrall stormed into his chambers, followed warily by his aide and guard commander, Urukhide.
"What the Hell's going on?!" Thrall demanded at the gathered leaders of the Horde and their aides.
"Well," started Vol'Jin as he rose from his crouch. "We gathered reports from da troll people in Outland that a huge vast force of da scourge suddenly appeared from nowhere by da Portal clearing in Zagramarsh, mon. Dey appeared to have managed to teleport from da northrend."
"His report corresponds with the info we got from Orgrim's Hammer." Urukhide added. "Apparently, all the scourge in Icecrown have disappeared."
"But that's impossible!" Thrall exclaimed. "You can't move that many scourge to another damn planet!"
"Uhm, well, that's not exactly....true." The Blood Elf Regent Corp'Rether said.
Thrall glared. "Elaborate."
"Well, if you had enough mages, and if you got a Teleportation Orb for each and every scourge, then you could teleport them to a different area. Also, due to the fact that Azeroth and Draenor are irreparably linked, the teleportational strain shouldn't have been too bad."
"Also," The Regent's Blood Knight Bodyguard, strangely named Whosdahealer, piped up. "our financial department in Silvermoon reported that a huge amount of gold had been pumped into our system that came from the reagent stores."
"Right." The Warchief sighed. "So what happened then?"
"Well, mon, da scourgies, dey used some fancy voodoo power and activated the portal."
"I don't want to interrupt, but isn't that a...good...thing?" Urukhide pointed out.
"Actually no." A strange being appeared from the entrance of the room.
"A Death Knight!"
"Kill it!"
"Protect the Warchief!"
Within an instant, the golden plated and spiked Kor'Kroni guards had rushed from seemingly every point in the room and had formed into an angry, flowing golden sea around the shadowy being. Several slightly tired looking grunts also appeared behind him and followed suit.
"Uhm, actually, I'm with the-"
"Glory to the Horde!"
"Knights of the Ebon Blade-"
"Lok'Tar Ogar!"
"and honourary member-"
"Death to all Interlopers!"
"Of the-- Oh for...!"
The Death Knight uttered three syllables. At his command, a sphere of pure darkness rose from the floor and enveloped the entire room. Shadows of the guards began to clutch at their necks and fall to the floor. Thrall himself could feel the darkness clawing at his throat, choking him...
Suddenly, there was light. It wasn't down a tunnel, but it was a beacon, overwhelming the darkness and forcing it back. Then, it disappeared in a cloud of dust. In the middle stood Whosdahealer, his eyes glowing a furious white. "Child's play." He said in a voice that emanated power.
"Impressive." Also through the cloud came the Death Knight, his sword drawn. "Let's see if you can take this." Lifting his sword, he suddenly released a dark storm of energy.
Whosdahealer held out a hand; a huge circle of light sprang up, seeming to absorb the darkness. Then, tracing the path with his own Katana, he sent the energy absorbed by the sheild straight back at the Death Knight, who was sent flying out of the room. In response, a hand of darkness reached into the keep and pulled him through. Although Thrall didn't see what happened, he certainly heard the ensuing explosions.
"Go." He said to Urukhide, who then sprinted out after them.
Urukhide ran out to a riot. Hundreds of angry Orcs were on the floor, pounding their chests and rattling their weapons. The Paladin and Death Knight hovered above, trading blows and sending stray bolts of energy all down the canyon, which was obviously the cause of the riot.
However, he could sense something else...two presences stirring...
No. The Harbingers must not be awakened. The fight must end.
Summoning all of his energy into his axe, his pounded it once on the ground, then sent the throbbing weapon spinning at the pair in the sky. The storm-forged axe smashed between the two, sending them both tumbling out of the sky before Thrall's keep. The riot swiftly charged at them.
"KOR'KRON, MOBILISE!"
At the call of the Warchief, hundreds of Spiked golden suits of armour appeared in front of the pair, creating a wall of Adamantium. The Lieutenant of the guard, Grekar, swung his shield, shocking the first row or rioters to the floor. The ensuring fight between the citizens of Orgrimmar and the Kor'Kron elite was a fierce and bitter one.
Meanwhile, Urukhide woke them up and dragged them inside to face the wrath of the Warchief.
****
"Are You totally insane?!"
The Death Knight, now identified as Koitora Death Weaver, and Whosdahealer stood silent.
"You come into MY capital and you start a damn riot! This is the first riot in Orgrimmar! Over 50 citizens have been killed by MY guard trying to protect those who just DESTROYED half of Orgrimmar! How do you think that makes me look?"
"Dude, calm down, it's only obligatory that Death Knights and Paladins attack each other on sight. Kinda like natural friction. A bit like Orcs and humans."
At this comparison, thrall seemed to calm down a bit.
"So, why are you here?" Whosdahealer asked with a faint smile.
"To tell you a bit more about a Dark Portal's properties." Darkweaver replied. "By the way, why are you called Whosdahealer?"
"Uhm, something about a drunk father in the middle of a battle who after having been asked the question of my name yelled out to his soldiers, 'Who's da ----ing healer?!' and the priest took it a bit literally and thus, swearword removed, here I am."
"You can have it changed, y'know."
"Really? I'd never thought of that."
"Yeah. Just go to the Undercity census and mark yourself in as another name."
"Wow, thanks!"
"Anyway," thrall interrupted. "interesting as this is, could you please deposit this info?"
"Oh, yes." Darkweaver stood. "The dark portal creates a permanent link to the world. We cannot tell where in the cosmos it goes, but rest assured, the scourge will return. Also, there's a fair chance that the portal could return back to Azeroth, as a chain from here to outland has already been made."
"Ah." Sylvannus sighed. "I guess we have no choice but to enter the portal and engage the scourge on foreign ground."
"So it would seem." Thrall agreed. "The Horde will devote its full resources from it's formerly besieged settlements that currently aren't neighbouring any alliance towns. I also want you to send out orders to withdraw Orgrim's Hammer, for similar purposes."
"Hang on." Garrosh Hellscream, the chieftain of the Mag'har, the most recent addition to the Horde, spoke up. "By reallocating Orgrim's Hammer, you're surrendering Icecrown to the Alliance.
"Now that's where you're wrong." Sylvannus said. "before this meeting, I ordered two regiments of Deathstalkers to infiltrate the now empty Icecrown citadel. Our Warlocks have moved in and now the citadel and the Court of Bones is crawling with Demons. The alliance have far from won Icecrown."
Garrosh nodded. "Very Well. I will go and assist the trolls in clearing out the Naga from the lake by the Portal. I would devote the Mag'har for these purposes, but we're tied up with the Murkbloods and the Warmaul ogres as it is."
"I understand." Thrall said truly. A Warchief's primary task is to maintain your own tribe. Alliances came second.
***
Meanwhile, in a quiet, empty part of the Sixth squad barracks, in the centre of Seiretei, a seething mass of darkness began to grow...
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