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Deaths Breach
"Really, this is just pathetic" said Menma boredly, he woke up, had a great start to the morning with his little plaything, which after sucking out her soul for information, tossed to the ghouls.
He'd gone down to collect his armour, which was awesome by the way. His armour didn't hold the same skull motif that was usual but it did include them. His chest plate was quite thick and heavy, as was a majority of his armour, so he placed a few Anti-gravity seals, which were just inverted Weight Seals, to make it lighter.
His shoulder guards had three spikes on each, with two lower segments of armour onto his biceps, and small chains with arrow heads fell to his chest, his gloves were very thick and strong, with skull elbow guards and a small skull at the forearm, and small protrusions at each knuckle segment.
His chest was covered by thick pieces of armour with two large swirls adorning the breast and a thicker layer over his stomach, his belt consisted of three skulls and a wide strip of Saronite, the middle skull was larger and held a spike on the top, this also had three chains with arrowheads dangling to his thighs.
His leg plates were mostly covered by tattered black cloth with strips of it falling as far as his ankles, though it was shredded to hell so it didn't impede movement, one could still see the thicker segments over his thighs and shins while the knee was covered by the high front of his plate boots, a large horned skull covered his knee, it's eyes glowing with a Runic blue mist, the toes of his boots held what appeared to be a lower jaw as several teeth jotted up.
All of his armour was decorated with red glowing runes, and made of pure Saronite, the strongest material the scourge had, woven with Ghost Iron, a rare metal found only in a few places on Azeroth.
Shadowmourne was now snuggly fit into a sheath on his left hip a new sheath held it, the sheath was black leather with a few seals Menma had placed upon it, while three daggers sat on his right thigh, in a small bandolier nothing was special about these daggers but he felt he may need them at some point.
His hood was down showing his bored face, as Baron Rivendare, the ex Rivendare, stood angrily across from him, Rivendare was livid when he'd got wind of the Lich King removing his name, and sought out to destroy the one whom had taken it.
"Entirely. Without you, I have full claim to my name, and his majesty will see you for the weakling you are." Hissed the Baron, he was donned in riders armour, it was much lighter than Death Knights armour but almost as strong, his was predominately a steel blue with several shades of grey and black.
On his bone horses saddle was a sheathed Rune Blade, it had several ridged edges going down the length and a red-blue eye just above the hilt.
"You're so petty. If you truly wanted to help, you wouldn't throw yourself into death, which would in turn weaken the scourge. Though considering the way that Master gave me the name, a new Death Knight, over you, the original. That might be an overestimation of your power"
"I'll show you!" roared Rivendare, snapping the reins on his horse and charging towards the Death Knight, Menma watched in boredom as the undead man got closer and closer.
A memory flickered in his mind, as another one of his little abilities clicked in his mind with a tap of his foot Menma watched a the ground opened up and a giant fist shot out, smashing right into Rivendare and his horse.
The man was blown away by the force of the earthen fist, Menma blinked as his body lost its muscle memory activation and blinked once more as the earth swallowed the fist, and rested like there was no disturbance.
"Damn" whistled Valanar in appreciation, while Salanar nodded in agreement, Varen had been summoned and was sitting like a good boy watching as his master fought the bone man.
"How curious." Said Arthas to himself as he stood at his balcony gazing down at the fight between his rider and champion.
Menma unsheathed Shadowmourne it glowed and glinted dangerously, the black aura taking its place once more, though he'd channelled enough for it to be merely for show.
"I will not be beaten so easily." Shouted out the Baron as he had to forsake his steed, the fact it was in literal pieces was not a good thing, and strapped his blade across his back, unsheathing it as he began to approach the armoured goliath.
Baron tossed his arm forwards and broke into a run, a Death Coil blasting towards Menma who rose his blade and smirked as it was absorbed, the information the Runic Magic held transferring into his mind, it seemed that if Shadowmourne, the greedy minx she was, absorbed as spell he'd have some inkling as to how to cast it.
"Too bad, care to try again?" he taunted, wanting to see if his theory was true.
"Die!" A quick blast of ice left Baron's hands, Icy Touch, it was called and once more Menma absorbed the spell, his Frost Rune glowing as reflexively he repeated the action.
Baron was hit in the chest with what felt like a boulder, as his body chilled, Menma had fired his own Icy touch, but years of perfecting elemental manipulation he was vastly more experienced with the uses of Ice than Baron was.
Another Death coil came sailing his way and this time when Menma absorbed it the full information hit him, with a swing of his sword a large shadowy skull burst forth, the dark greens and ebony blacks mixing perfectly as it collided with the Baron.
Menma felt another clone disperse and grinned "Here's a little treat for you" biting his tongue he spat some blood, while infusing it with his Blood Rune, the blood than expanded into small, leaches, and they began throwing themselves at Baron, who refused to scream in pain as they began tearing at his flesh and instead tried to throw them off, but whenever one splattered on the ground it multiplied.
With a loud roar Baron held his sword high and several skeletons broke from the earth and began tearing off the Bloodworms, Menma frowned as they approached him, with another roar a skeletal steed rose and Baron mounted it.
"You're dead now boy" hissed Baron as he charged, his skeletons already upon Menma.
The new Rivendare smirked and with a swing of his blade, cleaved down all of the skeletons, as Baron approached he charged his Blood runes into his blade, it glowed red , and with a vertical swing two ethereal blades came down at a diagonal and hacking into Baron, his armour was done right through and his arms were now gone.
Now he screamed.
"AHHHH!" roared out Baron, Menma smirked once more, he was in a finished strike pose behind the man, so he reached back and grabbed his sheath, in turn pulling Baron off his mount, but it seemed the man would not be stopped as he slipped out of his sheath strap and without his arms cast Blood Pact on a barely alive skeleton, returning enough life to him in order to regrow one arm, with an Unholy Rune, he summoned up a large Ghoul, and three skeletons, using another Blood Pact on two skeletons his arms were fully regenerated revealing pale while flesh.
Baron's white hair was matted with his own black blood, and his scarf was ruined with the same staining "You're truly pathetic, do your worst, Baron. Because in case it has escaped you, I'm barely trying." That was no lie; any of the spectators could see Menma was putting in minimal effort right now.
The ghoul leapt at Menma who sighed, but he blinked in surprise when it was blasted into bits from the side, one of Varen's heads jaws was smoking, it seemed the blast came from the happy looking Cerberus.
Menma waved at his dog that wagged its tail in return "Nevertheless I must kill you, my honour demands it." Said Baron with a sneer, Menma rolled his eyes and tossed the man his Rune Blade; Menma wouldn't let an honourable swordsman die without his sword.
He did the same for Zabuza…yeah, Zabuza. Good memories were coming back much easier now, it seemed Darkrai was letting them return to him slowly, must be a lot of them.
Menma was too busy reminiscing that he didn't see Baron trying to cut him down, until the last moment, Menma locked eyes with Baron, and to everyone else it appeared the man just froze, before dropping his blade that stabbed into the ground next to his foe and collapsing onto the ground in a spasming mess.
"He did the eye thing didn't he?" asked Mograin to Arthas who nodded, chuckling amusedly and took a breath, Mograin rolled his eyes at Arthas' need for theatrics.
"Baron Rivendare is no more. Now only there is Menma Rivendare, Champion of the Scourge!" many of the lower class Death Knights roared in approval, while the Ghouls and Geist's clapped the best they could.
"Mograin, get the attack on Lights Hope prepared, Menma will lead with you, Koltira, Orbaz and Thassarian, the dead there will make fine additions to our armies" said Arthas, getting a nod from the Highlord.
"Rivendare, to me!" shouted Arthas, he could see Menma mount his beast, it looked like something from the twisting nether.
"You called, your Majesty?" asked Menma stepping off his beast, and kneeling, the Lich King smirked under his crown.
"Yes, I've decided as a little celebration for your slaying of the Baron, you will take a squad of Death Knights, ten will suffice. And take New Avalon, raise those you kill." Menma's eyes widened momentarily before he nodded, letting them fall back into a bored disinterest.
Ten Death Knights filed in, three Orc's two Blood Elf's, a Forsaken, two humans, one night elf and a Tauren.
Menma looked them over, each of them in mid-class gear while the Tauren was in high-class, he nodded, he could work with this "It shall be done sir, come on children, we've got a city to destroy" Menma mounted his beast.
They each teleported to the lower floor and took a Bone Gryphon down to Death's Breach before summoning standard Death Chargers, Menma landed with a small shockwave, Varen growling as he sensed battle "Come one" snapping the reins he led them.
New Avalon approach.
Menma and his squad approached "I was never one for subtly so…Lightning Clone Jutsu!" roared Menma as hundreds of copies of himself appeared, black electricity arcing off his body, filling them with explosive amounts of Chakra.
"Lord Rivendare, where do you want us?" questioned the female Blood elf, the other; Menma assumed them partners in arms, the male nodded in agreement of the query.
"I want five of you to stay and command the undead that will rise, the rest of you with me!" Menma drew Shadowmourne and roared, the animalistic sound alerting the Crusaders to them as they began pouring from the walls of New Avalon "CHARGE!"
And so his clones did, while they held the Crusaders, Menma, the two Blood Elf's, the Forsaken an Orc and the Night elf were at his back as Varen began tearing his way through the swath of Crusaders, he made his way directly towards the Keep, Menma took up a standing position on Varen's saddle, raising the dead as he passed, by slashing them with his blade.
Each time a Crusader was felled the rose, and fought in his name, Menma smirked; this was the life, or unlife now, the rush of battle! His blood was pumping, his adrenaline was rushing, life and death were hand in hand! He missed it so much during his years on Server he missed this.
His mind snapped back to the present when he heard the call of the Night Elf "We approach, Lord Rivendare!" she said, she wielded two runic blades with lighter armour on, obviously a rogue in her past life, or something of the sort.
"I want all of you to guard the entrance, slaughter anything that comes near, when you see an explosion…you, what's your name?" he asked the male Blood Elf.
"Victus, sir."
"Follow Victus over to the town hall, kill the Mayor, I saw a large gathering of civilians, this will cause panic, with panic they're basically fucked" the all nodded as he entered, his strange mount leaping over into the field and began terrorizing the farmers and soldiers there.
"He's very strange, the creature" said the Orc, getting nods from his comrades.
Inside of Scarlet Hold.
Menma smiled brightly as he swung his blade left and right, slaughtering all those who stood against him, he was glad his soul was still intact. He forced his Hollow, Pantera inside the blade. When one absorbs a soul through a weapon like Frostmourne, or Shadowmourne now, due to his leaching ability that came with his Hollow state, he now gained the ability without having to change forms.
That and made his features slowly more feral, his ears had points, and his eyelids had a faint outline of blue, along with his hair gaining teal streaks, this had happened when he woke up this morning, but it was slightly more pronounce now.
"Die, Scourge Filth!" roared an Inquisitor, Menma waved a hand and the man's face became frozen and he fell, clutching it.
Menma ascended the stairs, two undead flanking him as he rose, each wooden step creaked under his boots, "Stop right there!" roared another man, he wielded two blades, Menma blocked one and parried with a dagger from his hip, and while the man was recoiling stabbed him in the throat, leaving the dagger in its fleshy sheath for one of the undead to grab he entered a room, this room was quite large at the other side was man wearing Judgement Plate, a paladin armour with a large war hammer in his grip.
"Scourge filth!" spat the man as he rose his hammer, it glowed a bright golden yellow, Menma was not impressed and removed one of his gloves, the holy man paused "What are you doing?"
"A not so great man once said" Menma, with a slight of hand, had a small white clay bird in his hand, he blew a small wind behind it and it flew towards the Holy man "Art is a bang, Katsu!"
Boom!
Victus quickly summoned up his Death Charger "Onward!" he shouted, and led his kin towards the town hall.
"What do you think Lord Rivendare did?" asked the Night Elf.
"Who knows, I'm still reeling from the fact he can create copies of himself, never heard of a Mage that could do that" commented the Female Blood elf.
Menma
Said Death Knight smirked at the sight of the exploded roof, the dead Commander was buried under the rubble, with a light whistle he strut forward and stole the man's though as he did his sword arm, right arm, burning like fire, stabbing his blade into the ground he stepped back and watched as it glowed golden for a moment, and then black, the two glows met, and danced.
Menma removed his other gauntlet and saw a symbol…it looked much like A'dal…A'dal…who, his mind burned his head started to ache, Varen came in, as if sensing his masters distressed state, and nuzzled Menma in attempts to sooth him.
Menma growled, a dark, feral noise coming from the back of his throat, as out of him came a phantasmal figure, looking like a flaming darkness with white hair and a red fang necklace.
"I think now would be a good time to restore your memories." Menma nodded, the pain unbearable, as Darkrai placed its hand atop his head, several images passed his mind, the meeting with the Patrons, being the most pronounce, the seal atop his right wrist, glowing as a piece of paper popped out.
"The list…of those I was sent to destroy" Menma grinned and nodded to Darkrai his memories in check, he stood up grabbed his sword, and placed his gloves back onto his hands and nodded to Varen mounting the beast he took to the skies, raising a hand into the sky he watched as several more undead began raising and tearing apart the Crusaders, destroying houses, tearing apart buildings and defiling the earth with their presence.
"Rasenringu!" a large black orb gathered in his hands, and with a grunt he lobbed it towards the coastline where ships were docking, and unloading troops, the explosion was catastrophic in power as a great crater from, inside the earth and the see was still for a moment before rushing into itself.
Later
Menma stood at the place he had been sent to after the successful slaughter at New Avalon, Menma was mounted atop a Death Charger, for reasons unknown to him, Arthas found it fit to dictate how he got into battle now, it seemed.
Next to him were Koltira Deathweaver, Orbaz Bloodbane, and Thassarian, with Victus and the other nine he took with him to New Avalon at the back of the ranks.
"Is everybody ready?" asked Darion, doing some last minute checks on his armour to make sure it had no annoyances in it. All the calls gave off the affirmative, as he cleared his throat "Always the theatrics" Thassarian and Koltira chuckled quietly to themselves as he began.
"Solders of the Scourge, Death Knights of Acherus, minions of the darkness here the call of the Highlord!" shouted Darion, in his most booming, dreaded voice; Menma actually had to check he could still hear when Darion was shouting.
"The skies turn red with the blood of the fallen, The Lich King watches over us, minions. Leave only ashes and misery in your wake, RISE!" roared Darion as he turned to his fellow Knights.
"Death Knights, begin the march!" and with that the battle begin, thundering giants of flesh, stitched together, lumbered forward, Ghouls tore through the rotten ground and Geist's began leaping towards the Argent Dawn Warriors, now this, was a battle Menma had to be very careful in.
He didn't want to just start slaughtering the members of his future allies, when he reached the battlefield he saw his fellows flinch or in Darion's case, twist in pain, his head seemed to be hurting.
SO that was it, the dead of this place, must be connected to the others somehow, well that was enough for him, so leaping from his steed he blocked a blade that would harm Koltira, and kicked the soldier away "Focus on what you want Koltira!" roared Menma, getting the elves attention before rushing off to protect Darion.
"Mograine what are you doing!?" he shouted, grabbing an Argent warrior and throwing him into another, with a kick he sent back a man wielding a large axe, as a Tauren attempted to cast some sort of natural spell, clouds rolled in and rain began to pour, though it wasn't the red rain from before it was normal rain, thankfully red was so damn tacky.
"My…blade, will not…strike them!" he grunted, as his mind began to tear, Menma growled.
"What's the reason for that?" asked Menma as he kept diverting strikes from his fellow Death Knights, "Where are we dumb ass? Lights Hope Chapel this place is one big grave yard for anyone who did anything worthy of the Light! Wasn't your father the Ashbringer!? His very soul demands you cease your actions you fool! Arthas has betrayed you!" roared Menma as his body glowed with pure black electricity, all of it shot from his body in a great display of power it began coursing through each and every scourge member destroying the decaying corpses, as they fell, and burned Menma stood the sun seemingly gracing the Plaguelands with is presence once more.
"I've had enough" said Menma glaring at Darion, kicking his Deathcharger from under him and catching the man and grabbing the collar of his chest plate "Do you think Alexandros would be proud of you right now Darion?!" he challenged, before a great pain filled his being.
A great power of light began flowing out from the chapel, Menma strained to see a man with a greying beard, short well-kept hair donned in luminous paladin gear.
"Bring them before the chapel!" shouted the man, as several of the Argent warriors gathered the Death Knights, Victus shoved one away and helped Menma stand, the Demi-God class powered Death Knight was clutching his chest in a vicious amount of pain, and dry heaving.
"Stand down Death Knights, we have lost the Light…this place…no hope." said Darion taking side glances at Menma who was on his hands and knees in horrifying amounts of pain.
"What did you do to him?" snarled Victus glaring at the Paladin whom narrowed his gaze at the crippled Knight, but chose instead chose to ignored the elf and walked towards Darion, who grit his teeth.
"Have you learned nothing, boy?" spat the Tirion, glaring golden daggers into Darion, "You have become all that your father fought against! Like that coward Arthas, you allowed yourself to be consumed by the darkness, the hate….feeding upon the misery of those you tortured and killed!" Tirion took a breath to steady himself.
"Your master knows what lies beneath the chapel that is why he dares not show his face! He sent you and your Death Knights to meet their doom Darion" Menma coughed up, black blood passing his lips and staining the ground, only the Druids could see but the ground lost its plagued touch as the black blood soaked into it, making their eyes widen in shock.
"What you are feeling right now is the anguish of a thousand lost souls, souls that you and your master brought here! The Light will tear you apart Darion!" shouted Tirion.
Menma chuckled garnering the attention of Victus "Funny, because it feels like I'm being put back together…painfully." He groaned, Victus looked worried at his Lords words, but couldn't comment due to the theatrics going on around them.
Menma, unhinged his chest plate slightly, and his gasp drew the attention of Koltira and Thassarian "My…Hollow Hole…it…is gone…" he whispered softly, it was there this morning so how?!...He cast a glance at Tirion who was watching as the soul of Alexandros and a phantasm of a younger Darion interacted.
"How powerful are you old man…?" Menma clasped his chest plate back into place and stood, nodding in thanks to the Elf as a dark presence filled the area.
"Touching…" taunted Arthas, as he appeared in a burst of darkness, and absorbed Alexandros' soul, Menma's eyes widened as he bared his teeth "He is mine now…"
"You…you betrayed me, you betrayed us all, Monster! Face the Might of Mograine!" roared Darion and he leapt towards Arthas, Menma's eyes widened as he was thrown like a simple toy away, bleeding profusely.
"You're a damned monster, Arthas" spat Tirion.
"You were right, Fordring, I did send them in to die, there lives are meaningless…but yours…How simple it was to draw the great Tirion Fordring from hiding." Taunted Arthas only to raise his blade in defence as he saw the vengeful face of Rivendare.
"Ahh, Rivendare…there you are. Why did you stop..? I thought you enjoyed the slaughter of the Crusade…why stop now?" Menma bared his fangs and roared in defiance, stepping back and swinging once more, and locking horns with the Lich King.
"I though…stupidly I thought, perhaps I could save you. Perhaps I could remove the darkness from inside you. But…I realise now, there is no hope for you Arthas Menethil, Terenis would be so disappointed, Jaina would be so disappointed…Why do it all? What do you hope to accomplish now that Lordaeron is gone? That's why you started all of this isn't it? To protect your people?" pushed Menma as Arthas dug his boots into the ground in attempts to hold his ground better.
'That day is not today…do not, forget…' whispered the voice of Alexandros inside Darion's mind, with a great effort he stood and shouted "Tirion!" the paladin looked and saw that Darion threw him the legendary blade to the paladin, and a great Light encompassed the man.
"What is this?!" shouted Arthas, as he saw the blade be purified. Tirion glared holy Vengence upon his foe.
"Your. End" he spoke, and leapt forward Menma rolled to the side as a large arc of Holy Light crashed right into Arthas sending him back, several feet. Menma stood to his full height and sheathed his blade, the image of Arthas faded, and it was a mere projection.
"When next we meet….it will not be on holy ground…Paladin!" said the fading voice of Arthas.
Tirion walked over to Darion's body and cast an extremely powerful healing spell, bring him back from the brink of death "Rise, Darion. And listen" Tirion offered his hand to the Death Knight, who begrudgingly took it and stood up, Menma walked over and helped steady the man, who gave a thankful nod.
"We have all been witness to a terrible tragedy. The blood of good men has been shed upon this soil. Honourable knights slain defending their lives…our lives" he said gently looking at the dead on the ground, though several hundred were saved because of that black lightning, many still lay dead.
"And while such things can never be forgotten. We must remain vigilant to our cause! The Lich King must answer for what he has done and must not be allowed to cause further destruction in our world!"
"I make a promise to you now brothers and sisters, The Lich King will be defeated! On this day I call for a union! The Order of the Silver Hand and the Argent dawn will come together as one, we will succeed were so many others have failed! We will take the fight to Arthas and we will tear down the walls of Icecrown!"
He pointed towards the north "The Argent Crusade comes for you Arthas!"
Darion stood up from his kneeling place and smiled under his helmet, the other Death Knights waited with bated breath as he spoke "So to do the Knights of the Ebon blade, although our kind have no place in your world. We will fight to bring the Lich King to his end, this I vow!"
Menma smiled as he and the other Death Knights rose their blades and spoke "This we vow!"
End of Chapter
So next chapter we get away from the Scourge fighting for a while and begin gathering allies to destroy our foes!
Review and if you would kindly, suggest Oc's for Menma's group.
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