PART 2

Chapter 6:

As the party moves upwards from Ironforge on horseback, they soon reach the border of the Alterac Mountains. As they move further up, they notice a lot of alliance activity moving up the mountain from the alliance town of Southshore, in the foothills bellow. Tanzil stops a dwarf soldier rushing past.

'Aye lad! What's goin on round ere?' he enquires.
'War brother! Those Frost wolf orc bastards think they can take Alterac valley from us! Well not on Storm pike's watch!' he replies patriotically.

'What's Alterac valley?' asks Amecylia, curious as to what is happening.

'It's a valley carved amongst the Alterac mountains. It is very rich in supplies and resources, and as such there is a constant power struggle between the Frost wolf orcs, and the Storm pike dwarves. Usually it is just small skirmishes over control of a mine or something, I've never seen this much activity. It looks like they want to end this struggle once and for all,' comes the response from Costanzus.

'Well whatever it is, we don't have time for it. We need to press on to the plague lands,' commands Ishtvahn. They continue their journey up through the mountains, ignoring the rush of alliance soldiers heading towards the entrance to Alterac Valley. As they reach the gateway to the plague lands, they are met with an alliance blockade.

'What's going on here? Who's in charge?' demands Ishtvahn.

'That would be me,' replies a tall human man, with fiery red hair cut in the traditional army 'crew-cut' and a neat goatee and moustache on his chin. He was dressed in plate mail, and he wore the tabard of the Stormpike, 'You can address me as Commander Karl Phillips.'

'What is the meaning of this blockade commander? We are on a mission from high commander Morgan of Stormwind,' informs Ishtvahn

'I don't care if you are on a mission from one of the sodding ancients, no-one passes through here until the horde have been cleared out of Alterac valley. A landslide has blocked off the pass and we simply can't spare the manpower to clear it,' the commander explains.

'Ach, that sure puts a big dent in our plans,' says Tanzil, 'what're we gonna do, o fearless leader?'

'I suppose there is nothing we can do until this landslide is cleared, and the only way that will happen is if the alliance can push the horde out of Alterac Valley. That makes it pretty obvious what we need to do next,' replies Ishtvahn.

'Aye,' agrees the dwarf.

'Well then commander, take us to Alterac Valley,' asks Ishtvahn.

Chapter 7:

'Tha thing you gotta know bout orcs is that they canna think too well. All muscle an no brain is all they are. But tha Frost wolf General Drek'Thar, he's a cunning bastard! Oi you lot! Listen in ta this! This is tha important part! Those orc bastards ave copied the great Vanndar Stormpike's ultimate defence strategy! So the first thin we gotta do is kill their captain of tha guard, Galvanger, all tha way in Iceblood garrison. Thas tha red li'l fort thing just bellow tha field of strife on tha map! Once he's outta tha way we can launch our full offensive. Now, our captain, tha lovely Balinda Stonehearth will be in the Stonehearth bunker not far from our assault on Iceblood, and she will be in charge of supplies and reinforcements on tha battlefield so whatever you do, don't let those horde bastards kill er! Oh an one more thing, our wing commanders can launch an offensive air strike, but only if ya can get enough enemy flesh to feed their birds, so while you're out their slashin ana hackin, make sure you let the designated, "flesh collectors" get in there and do their dirty work. Now, we got a very special group of people ere with us today, Ishtvahn an is brave party of adventurers! These guys is fairly respected by tha king, an they were part of the raid that killed that bastard Onyxia, so if u aint listenin to me or to another commander, u listenin to them! DO YOU UNDERSTAND YE FLEA RIDDEN MAGGOTS???' the loud, shouted battle plan of the Stormpike commander, Duffy, met the ears of our heroes, amongst the other Alliance recruits. While he was giving this speech, he kept indicating places on a map, which looked like this:

http://content. do we do after we've defeated that filthy Galvanger?' asks a young human Mage

'You worry bout that when we get there sonny, for now lest give em hell! FOR THA ALLIANCE!!' yells the commander

'FOR THE ALLIANCE!!!' comes the return war cry from the crowd.

'Ow come I get stuck wif you, gnome?' Tanzil asks his companion, Myra.

'Well, Ishtvahn feels that Costanzus and I would rather kill each other than the horde, so he decided to put you with me to organize this ambush, you do know what to do don't you?'

'Course I do! Nottin ever gets past me! Just err, ye mind explaining the bit after everyone yelled 'for tha Alliance' again?' asks the absent-minded dwarf. Myra sighs and then begins to re-explain their leaders plan.
'Ok, so the horde have this Iceblood garrison fairly well fortified, and the countless guards outside make it impenetrable to a full frontal assault, so the boss developed a most cunning plan. When he gives the signal, he will charge straight into the mob of horde guarding their general, and then, shielding himself from any harm with his divine magic, lead them back to the awaiting alliance army. He says his shield can only hold for about a minute, so I damn well hope he can run fast enough. This is where we come in, now PAY ATTENTION you foul-stinking mountain man. Once the guard at the front is gone, we will sneak in and occupy the inner guard. We can easily do the most damage in the party without getting too hurt, so this should be fairly simple. Once Galvanger is separated from his guard is where our new acquaintance Amecylia steps in. One of the perks of being a druid is the ability to shape shift, and fortunately Amecylia can shape shift into a panther, and use the panther's stealth to her advantage. She will ambush the clueless captain, and then lead him back outside, straight into Constanzus's waiting arrow. Do you understand!'

'Aight, so I jus hafte charge inta tha big garrison when Ishty leads all them guards away and just start… killin stuff?' enquires Tanzil

'Yes yes, that's the gist of it, now get ready!' Myra says, with good reason. From their hiding place amongst the snow-covered trees of the valley, they see Ishtvahn, a single glorious paladin walk solemnly up over the rise towards the eighty-something horde troops. The next scene is in somewhat comical contrast to his brave challenge. An orc points at Ishtvahn, yells something in orcish, and then the entire group starts sprinting towards Ishtvahn. Ishtvahn yells a noble incarnation, and becomes shielded in holy light. The light encasing Ishtvahn is magnificent; it simply deflects the arrows and spells fired at him from his attackers like rubber bands hitting a fan. As the mob reaches him, the last thing he does is let forth an almighty swing of his doomsaw, slicing the nearest, hapless orc in half, and then he takes off like one of the arrows being fired at him, bolting towards the hiding alliance army. The alliance army numbered only in the high thirties, so they were relying on the element of surprise to win this battle, and a little extra present from the gnomes. As Ishtvahn reached the center of the field of strife, his divine shield dissolved, and a flash of light fired off him, signalling the Alliance attack. Those crafty gnomes had covered the field in explosives, and triggered them as soon as the noble paladin gave his signal. KABLAM!! The explosions rocked the whole field, and even threw Tanzil and Myra to the ground several hundred feet away. It only took out about twenty or so of the unluckiest horde fighters, but that big boom was all the motivation the Alliance army needed to see to launch their attack. They came out from behind trees, rocks, and bushes to encircle the horde war machine. Tanzil watched the battle with glee; his fearless leader fighting alongside the commander, Duffy, and leading the Alliance recruits in their stand against the horde.

'Come on Tanzil! We have our part to do as well!' Myra snaps Tanzil out of his longing for battle

'Aight aight! Lets go kill us some horde bastards!!' he yells. Tanzil looks back over his shoulder as he enters the Iceblood garrison, and the last thing he sees of the battle is a Troll rogue stabbing a Night elf priest in the back, and then the Commander cutting the Troll down where he stood with his axe.

'OI YOU STOOPID STINKY ORC BASTARDS! YER MOTHERS IS ALL TOO-EADED OGRES!!' Tanzil yells as he charges into the garrison, trying to attract as much attention as possible

'You do know they have no idea what you are saying?' Myra asks

'O aye, that's what makes it so fun! THRALL LIKES TA WEAR WOMEN'S UNDERPANTIES!! I BEEN SEEN HIM! YA GOT A PROBLEM WIF DAT, BRING IT ON YE SISSIES!!' Tanzil continues his taunts unfazed. They seem to be effective, at least in attracting attention as the inner guard of the garrison immediately start charging through the halls, searching for the source of the disturbance.

'ROKH THAR!' a nearby orc spots the pair and runs haplessly towards them. Myra yells a spell at the warrior and he suddenly becomes paralysed with fear. Tanzil takes his chance and charges in on the stunned orc, cutting into the side of his neck with his massive Quel'Serrar, severing his head. An arrow flies through the air, but Tanzil skilfully catches it with his shield. Myra sees the perpetrator, a slender troll hunter with a long bow. The hunter makes the mistake of focusing on Tanzil as he loads his bow for another shot. Myra charges up a fire spell in her hands, instructing her imp companion to do the same. They launch simultaneous fireballs that intertwine amongst each other as they fly towards their target. The fireballs hit the troll, setting him alight. Myra finishes him off with a shadowy bolt of demonic energy. The troll collapses dead.

'KHAR THRALL!!' they hear a more authoritative voice yell from behind them. They turn to see a group of orc warriors, and bringing up the rear was an orc with greyer than normal skin who wore the battle markings of a horde captain

'That bastard mus be Galvanger Myra!' Tanzil points out

'Oh really? I couldn't tell,' Myra replies sarcastically

'Well, it be pretty easy ta tell, I mean, ee's got tha captin' markins' and such,' Tanzil replies innocently

'I was being sarcastic you dim witted ram lover. We need to keep his guards busy long enough to let Amecylia draw him out. I've got a plan, work with me,' Myra schemes. She raises her hands to the air and mutters more dark incarnations. All of a sudden, fire starts raining down from above, assaulting the ground around the pair.

'ARE YOO CRAZY WOMAN?? UR GONNA KILL US BOTH!!' Tanzil yells, clearly panicked.

'Relax, the fireballs wont hit us,' Myra calmly informs him. As the orc guards try to contemplate a way to attack the gnome and the dwarf, Galvanger's acute sense of hearing picks up the stealthy Amecylia sneaking in for the kill. Just as she raises her paw to swipe, Galvanger brings down his mace on her head. Amecylia squeals in pain, as her stealth is broken. Luckily, the sound of the falling fire blocks out her squeal from the still occupied guards. Galvanger raises his mace once more, and swings it down, only to hit air as Amecylia dashes to the entrance to the garrison. The orc, blind with rage towards the alliance, chases the druid.

Outside, Costanzus sits far up in a tree, having a perfect view of the battle taking place around him. From what he can see, the alliance seems to have the upper hand in the main fight, despite being vastly outnumbered, but, he knew it was only a matter of time before the horde recovered from the initial ambush and overwhelmed the brave troops. He only wished the members inside the garrison would hurry up and complete their tasks so that they can join in the fighting. At that moment, as if someone had answered his prayers, he saw the panther form of Amecylia, sprinting from the garrison. He loaded his faithful bow with a burning arrow and aimed it at the entrance to the garrison. Here he comes! The captain ran out of his sanctuary, chasing the bait. Like the skilled marksman he is, Costanzus let fly with his arrow, and heard it hit it's target with a satisfying THUNK. He picked up the horn next to him in the tree and gave it a long loud blow, a signal that his task was complete. As he jumped down from the tree, he heard the alliance cry of 'GALVANGER IS DEAD!' and what could only be their increased fighting intensity. As Costanzus hit the ground, Amecylia shifted back into her night elf form.

'I only get more and more amazed at your prowess as a hunter, Costanzus,' she compliments him

'Ahh, practice makes perfect my dear. However, I'm still no-where near as good as my father was,' he modestly replies.

'If your father was so good, why is he dead?' comes the squeaky yet brooding gnome voice of Myra as he and Tanzil walk from the garrison, slightly scorched in flame

'The fireballs wont hit us my eye,' Tanzil mutters to himself

'At least he fought to protect the ones that he loved, which I can barely say for you, little woman,' Costanzus snaps at Myra

'Why you…' Myra seethes as she begins to charge a shadow bolt in her hands. Amecylia, detecting the imminent conflict, decides to step in

'SAVE it you two! There is an army of horde behind us, let your aggression out on them, not each other,' she says as she physically steps between the aggressive pair.

'Fair enough,' says Myra, as she cancels her spell, 'the new girl saves you this time, Hunter' she sneers at him.

'OH BOY!' yells Tanzil as he wipes the soot from his armour 'I GETSTA KILL SUMMORE 'ORDIES!!!'

CLANG! CLANG! A particularly nasty orc warrior deflects Ishtvahn's mighty doomsaw. Wait, make that orc SHAMAN. Ishtvahn quickly learns the difference as the shaman shocks his body with elemental frost energy. He tries to swing his weapon up in order to attack once more, but the shaman's shock has made it near impossible to move. This is it, he thinks as the orc's two-handed axe rises. THWACK!! Just in the nick of time, a hand axe flies through the air and embeds itself into the orc's neck. As his opponent drops his weapon and squeals in pain, he turns to perceive his saviour. He sees the dwarven commander Duffy standing behind him, one hand empty, and the other toting an axe identical to the one the orc in front of him is wearing as a necklace.

'Many thanks commander!' Ishtvahn yells out

'There'll be time for that later lad! Finish tha job!!' the commander shouts back. With the shaman's concentration broken, Ishtvahn breaks free of the power of the frost shock, and in one swift movement, stabs his saw through the mail armour of his defenceless attacker and pieces his heart. As the orc falls to the ground, Ishtvahn pulls the axe from his neck and tosses it back to it's owner.

'Catch this, commander!' he calls. Just in time, it seems. The commander had turned his back on Ishtvahn, as was occupied by a massive Tauren warrior. The big bull-like creature was swinging a massive two-handed mace at Duffy; it was only his natural dwarven swiftness that allowed him to dodge. He turned as he heard Ishtvahn's call, and saw his axe's partner sailing through the air. He threw the axe that he held in his hand up at the Tauren's face. It hit the beast square in the nose, and he wailed in pain as he raised his hands to try and remove it. Duffy skilfully caught the axe thrown at him by the paladin, and with a quick spin, sliced through the Tauren's stomach with it. As the Tauren knelt over in pain, Duffy ended its pain by severing its head. He then removed his axe from its face, and swiftly jumped out of the way of a bolt of frost fired at him from a distanced undead mage. Ishtvahn observed his companion's peril, and with a sacred incarnation, he sears the filthy undead beast with holy light. He is quickly re-occupied by a new opponent, a sword and shield wielding troll warrior. As he duels with him, he feels Duffy coming closer to his back, quarrelling with his own new opponent: a berserking orc with twin daggers. The pair is now duelling back to back, desperately trying to keep the horde at bay. We can't keep this up forever Ishtvahn thinks, sensing the impending end. The suddenly, a ray of hope shines in to this darkened abyss of imminent doom. Costanzus sounds the horn; the signal that the Frost wolf Captain was dead. It offers little hope for him in his current situation though, exhausted from the battle that befell him, he was no match for the skilled troll. After a quick deflection, he leans back to catch his breath. The troll sees this opening, and thrusts his sword into a gap in his armour, near his shoulder. Ishtvahn cries out, first with pain, then with rage. His wounded arm rises into the air and casts a seal of righteousness, filling him with holy energy. With this short burst of power, he swings his doomsaw, using only his right arm, and literally cuts the troll in two. He falls to the ground in pain, and as he does, he witnesses the gory sight of an orc literally cutting through the disarmed commander behind him. The blood lusting orc sees the wounded paladin lying on the ground, and eyes crazed with joy, jumps in for the kill. Ishtvahn closes his eyes, but is awoken by a loud THWACK!! SZZZ! He opens them to see a burning arrow imbedded in the orc's head. He laughs, feebly, as he hears the voice of a night elf behind him,

'No matter how many times I do that, it never seems to get old,'

And then he falls unconscious

Chapter 8:

With Galvanger out of the way, and the re-enforcement of the rest of Ishtvahn's party, the small alliance ambush is slowly able to overpower the horde army. As they begin to move down the valley, drawing closer and closer to their goal of the Frost wolf main base, slicing through the small amounts of resistance that stood in their way, they are joined by new recruits. First the famous Storm pike ram-riders, the elite cavalry of the Alliance. Then, the before mentioned wing commanders, riding atop of their mighty griffons, joined the fray. Finally, as they closed in on Frost wolf keep, Drek'Thar's final fortress, Vanndar Stormpike himself rode in on his epic ram mount. Within hours, the two towers standing outside the fortress were burning, all of his guard, including his personal Elite had been slain, and Drek'Thar was the sole Horde soul left on the battlefield. The battle came to an eerie halt. Drek'Thar stood at the entrance to his fortress, yelling out to the jeering alliance crowd in perfect common:
'DUEL ME VANNDAR. SHOW ME YOUR HONOUR!!'

In answer to his challenge, Vanndar Stormpike emerges from the crowd. Accompanying him were perhaps the four best soldiers on the battlefield that day, Tanzil, Amecylia, Myra and Costanzus. Ishtvahn had been taken back to the Dun Baldar base for medical treatment.

'Don't listen to him, general. If we all attack him at once, he will not stand a ghost of a chance,' Myra advises Vanndar.

'GAH! Lil' lass, aint u got NO idea of honour?' Tanzil criticizes.

'I do have to agree with Myra, it would be most advisable to all attack at once,' Amecylia adds.

'Sheese, shoulda known, what would bloody gnomes an' elves know 'bout HONOUR anyways?' Tanzil says, shaking his head. Costanzus opens his mouth to add something, no doubt supporting Tanzil, as it is the opposite of what Myra wants, but Vanndar raises his hand to silence the quarrel.

'You make good points girls,' the General replies, in his surprisingly well spoken common, quite different from the heavily accented versions most dwarves speak. He had fairly dark, almost black skin, which was a stark contrast from his wheat golden hair and beard. Encased in plate mail bearing the crest of the Stormpike guard, he looked like a tired and true warrior.
'However, on the honour of my family, I must accept this duel. STAND BACK EVERYONE! UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES IS ANYONE TO AID ME IN THIS BATTLE! SHOULD I FALL, YOU WILL GRANT THIS ORC FREE PASSAGE OUT OF THE VALLEY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND??' he orders his troops. His order is met by worried muttering amongst the soldiers. He draws in his breath,

'I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!' he bellows.

'SIR, YES SIR!!!' the army roars back at him with patriotic vigour.

'Hmph,' Drek'Thar smirks at Vanndar, 'It all comes down to this now, hey Vanndar?'

'Do not address me by my first name, you filthy orc swine,' Vanndar replies, as he draws his weapon, a massive Katana blade, the sun scraper. He had reserved this weapon specifically for this battle. Drek'Thar raises his weapons of choice as Vanndar enters the crude duelling circle the alliance troops had created: Duel swords, one of them his famous 'Brutality Blade'. There is no time for idle chatter, or boring standoffs in this fight, as Vanndar immediately rushes in on the frost wolf general, slashing at him with his blade. Drek'Thar raises his swords in an X shape above his head to catch the blade, and he then flicks Vanndar backwards by deflecting the attack. Vanndar veers backwards slightly, but catches a hold of him self when he sees Drek'Thar leaning in to attack. He hops backwards and slices at the orc again. Drek'Thar sees this coming, and steps backwards, not quick enough, however, as the tip of Vanndar's long sharp Katana slices through the loose chain mail on his chest.

'That's quite a sharp sword you've got there, little dwarf,' Drek'Thar comments as he sees the damage the sword does. He dashes in on the leader of the Stormpike clan, unleashing quick successive slices with his twin swords. Vanndar struggles against Drek'Thar's continuative onslaught, but manages to parry all of the incoming attacks with his sword. Drek'Thar suddenly finishes his attack, and jumps back, leaving Vanndar slightly dazed at his sudden movements. Drek'Thar flings his brutality blade through the air, it shoots like a lightning bolt straight towards Vanndar. It hits its target, Vanndar's chest, covered in plate mail. Amazingly, the powerful orc had thrown the sword so hard it PEIRCED through the dwarf's protection. The force of the blow literally sends Vanndar sailing backwards, dropping his sword as he falls to the ground. Drek'Thar, wasting no time, runs over to the wounded general, kicks the katana out of the way and picks him up by the collar, raising his other sword above his head, preparing to bring it down on Vanndar's skull.

'I guess, in the end, you relied solely on your troops. While I commemorate your strategy skills, it seems in one on one combat, the Frost wolves will always win. You are inferior to me, little man,' Drek'Thar utters his final words to Vanndar. Vanndar, filled with desperation and hate, and with nothing else he can to do protect himself, head butts the enemy general as hard as he can. Drek'Thar reels back in pain, the force of the dwarf's head butt shattering his nose and knocking out many teeth. He drops his sword and covers his face with his hands, cringing in pain. Vanndar then, searching for a weapon, reaches down to his chest, and pulls out the brutality blade imbedded in his armour. Through the blood running down his face and in his eyes, he sees Drek'Thar still recoiling from his attack. He sees his opportunity and with an almighty dwarven roar, thrusts the blade through Drek'Thar's neck. The horde general drops to his knees, and with an almighty expression of surprise on his face, falls to the ground, dead.

Vanndar's victory is short lived, for he also collapses from his wound moments after killing his rival. Alliance priests immediately rush in, and comfort the Alterac hero with their healing magic. Vanndar is loaded on a stretcher, and escorted by our four heroes back to Dun Baldar, amid the cheers of the alliance army, still basking in the most glorious victory they had achieved.

Several Hours Later:
'Errr, ye got any threes?'

'For the last time Tanzil we are NOT playing go fish, we are TRYING to play poker. I call and raise,'

'Bah! This game be too complicated, I'm out,'

'I'm out too, you're much too good at swindling people Myra,'

'Ow 'bout u Ammy? Can ye beat this woman?'
'Erm, I think I can. I have three kings and two two's,'

'Blast it! For a night elf, you sure are cunning Amecylia!'

Ishtvahn stirs in his bed as he hears the voices of his friends playing poker around him. He opens his eyes and sits up.

'Oi fellas! The fearless one awakens!' Tanzil says as he notices Ishtvahn rise.

'What, what happened?' Ishtvahn asks, confused

'Ishtvahn!' Amecylia yells out in joy, she quickly runs over to him and embraces him in a hug, but becomes embarrassed and blushes when she notices everyone watching them.

'Well,' Costanzus says, still eying the embraced pair, 'Short story: we won.'

'By the light!' Ishtvahn exclaims 'Bloody well done!'

'We should be thanking you Ishtvahn, you and commander Duffy practically held back an entire horde army,' Myra tells him.

'Duffy, is he…' Ishtvahn starts

'Dead,' Tanzil finishes the sentence, 'We gave im a proper dwarven funeral n' stuff. And oh Ishty! Ye missed the best part! Vanndar went one on one with tha blasted horde general Drek'Thar, and 'e beat tha livin' daylights outta im! Course, e did get banged up a bit inna process.'

'Vanndar,' Ishtvahn asks, 'what about him? Is he ok?'

'Do I look ok?' comes a voice to Ishtvahn's right. Ishtvahn turns to see the commander, wrapped in bandages around his head and torso. He laughs.

'It was an honour to serve under you, Vanndar,' Ishtvahn commemorates the general.

'Please, the honour is all mine. That is quite an awesome fighting force of a party you have assembled there, Ishtvahn. Possibly some of the best warriors I've seen in my time,' Vanndar compliments

'Thank you sir,' Ishtvahn replies

'Please, please, it's Vanndar. Now, I seem to recall Karl telling me that you folks were trying to get past the landslide into the plague lands? It's one hell of a mess up there. However, now that the battle is won, I feel I owe you all a great debt. The pass will be cleaned up in a few days, rest here until then,' Vanndar informs them

'With all due respect, general, we don't HAVE a few days. We need to get through that pass as quickly as possible. I don't know if you've been informed of this, but we are chasing after the Burning Legion agent Rasmord,' Costanzus interjects.

'I am well aware of the situation, Costanzus. However, I'm afraid even with all my men working to clear the blockage, it is still a three day minimum task,' Vanndar says.

'Damn and blast!' curses Tanzil.

'Hmmm. I'm weary about telling you this, but there may be an alternative,' Vanndar reveals.

'Lets hear it,' says Ishtvahn

'An experimental teleportation unit. You've no doubt heard of the gnomish teleportation chambers between goblin cities such as booty bay and ever look right? Magni saw this technology, and decided it would be an excellent way to transport troops into battle. The only problem with the current technology is that one must be a skilled engineer in order to use it. Our own alliance engineers have been tinkering with the specifications, trying to develop an 'idiot version' of the teleporter that the average soldier can use. Since Alterac Valley is, or was, often a place that needed re-enforcements, they decided to build the first test teleporter here. You'll be happy to know that the second teleporter is currently in chill wind camp, an alliance town on the outskirts of the plague lands. They did this because they wanted to first test the new technology at short range, before going somewhere further away. I can offer you this route, however, this technology is yet to be tested, and while my engineers assure me that it works, I still have doubts. It is up to you, my friends, wait three days, or become guinea pigs,' Vanndar presents his ultimatum.

'The choice, is Amecylia's alone. My men and I will blindly follow her, whatever path she chooses. We all have our own reasons for wanting Rasmord dead, but Amecylia, you are the one that HE wants dead above all, and you, along with those bindings, may very well be the key to defeating him. Choose wisely,' Ishtvahn announces. Amecylia thinks, she thinks for a good five minutes.

'We take… the teleporter,' she replies.

'Oh joy! I knew she was gunna say that! Heh, ye better watch your back Rasmord, we're commin for ye!' exclaims Tanzil excitedly