Chapter 3
(Early morning the next day)
Soran yawns then quickly jumps out of the bed he was in, then he saunters over to the nearby training ring for some light exercise. Igniting his lightsaber, Soran practices his technique. "Quite a good form you have there" Sableeye says. Soran glances at the commander. "I did not realize you were there, is Ragmas with you, I can hear him breathing." The Worgen growls. "You are good with that weapon, but how good are you against a worthy foe?" Soran shrugs. "I have killed before, and I am fairly decent." A feral grin creeps up the Worgen's face. "Then why don't you fight our commander I'm sure the others would like to see your skill." "I could sense them there, and I'm sure they would love to see me fight an actual person, but this blade it can cut through any materiel in this world." Replies Soran. The Dwarf submits a suggestion. "Than fight with a regular sword." The dwarf tosses a sword about the same size as Soran's lightsaber to the Jedi. Soran catches the sword in one hand then swings it a few times "This will do." Ragmas growls happily. "Than fight the commander." Sableeye enters the ring and discards her bulky chest plate, she is only wearing an armored chest covering and a skimpy, short pair of mail pants. Soran Enters a fighting stance as Sableeye does the same, Soran attacks first. Swinging upwards, Soran slices through the air missing Sableeye by mere centimeters. The elf responds by Slicing towards the Jedi's midriff, Soran leaps over the sword landing lightly behind the elf. The elf spins around only to find Soran's sword swinging at her neck, The elf quickly block with her blade. Soran pulls his sword back quickly, the swings his sword at the elf's stomach, as the elf leaps backward, the Jedi quickly dashes forward and swings his sword at the elf once more, stopping just short of her jugular. Sableeye gulps. "I win." Soran says with a grin. As he removes the sword, the elf sits down hard. Soran tosses the sword back to Grungle, then reaches a hand out to the elf. Sableeye takes the hand and gets up. "That was a rather fun fight. You move fast." "Part of my training." Replies Soran. "Now, were we not supposed to go to Deepholhm." "Indeed, I will open a portal to the maelstrom posthaste." says Boris. "Wait why the Maelstrom, I thought we were going to Deepholhm." Says Soran. "Deepholhm is dangerous, the Maelstrom is safer to teleport to." Boris gathers energies, and starts casing a spell of teleportation. A few seconds later a swirling hole opens, showing a rock formation overlooking an extremely large whirlpool. "Now, we just walk through the portal, and we arrive instantaneously at the maelstrom, from there I am sure Thrall can lend us wyverns to ride into Deepholhm." says Boris. As the seven strong group walks through the portal none of them notices a pair of bright green eyes watching them from the shadows, a shadow of an elfish figure darts through the surrounding cover it releases a small bird with a message attached. The figure then dives through the portal. The group arrives at the Maelstrom in a flash of arcane energy, seconds later another flash proceeds a blood elf landing in the midst of the group. In an instant Soran draws his lightsaber and points it at the neck of the blood elf. "Who are you and why are you here. She nimbly back-flips away from the glowing blade. She is blocked by the dwarf who heft his hammer, then the gnome draws his daggers blocking another side of the elf. The elf hisses in anger, then she slowly stands up. Soran points his lightsaber at the blood elf's neck. "I will not repeat my self, who re you and why are you here." The elf glares at the Jedi. "I will not tell you my name, all I can say is you are my enemy, you consort with the alliance." The elf spits out the word. The saber moves closer to the neck of the elf. "If you are our enemy, then why should I hesitate to kill you?" The Elf hisses again. "You shouldn't!" The elf draws a blade that glows with sickly evil energy. The elf swings but Soran side-steps, in one smooth motions he slices the vile blade in half and stabs the elf in the chest, his lightsaber coming out the elf's back with a hissing sound. Soran turns off his saber, the elf falls to the ground, lifeless. Grungle stares at the charred hole in the elf's chest. "I guess yah know what yer doin' after all." Vaarusa gingerly picks up the still glowing blade. "Be glad that the blade did not cut you, it has fel energy within it, I doubt even my healing spells could have cured you." Sableeye glances at the body then looks at the edge of the rock precipice. "We should dispose of this body, let us roll it of into the Maelstrom." "Agreed lass." Replies Grungle. Sableeye gingerly picks up the body then tosses it over the side, into the swirling water. "Now let us go speak with Thrall." The group walks towards a robed figure, but another orc stops them on the way. "You wish to enter Deepholhm, correct?" Asks Aggra. "Indeed we do." replies Soran. "then mount up and ride forth." Says Aggra. The group mounts wyverns and takes off, spiraling downwards into the center of the Maelstrom. As they hit what seems to be the bottom, an eery change takes place, they are transported to Deepholhm. On the way down towards a large pillar-like structure the group is attacked by drakes, the wyverns scatter, but three of the group dissappear down the young dragons' maws. The wyverns escape the drakes and land inside the pillar of the world. The remaining group dismounts. Sableeye counts the remaining members. "What did the dragons take?" Soran sadly asks. "The gnome, the dwarf and the human." replies Sableeye. The four remaining members walk towards a shaman conducting a ritual. "Ahoy there, I guess you've come to help us out here in Deepholhm?" Asks the shaman. "Actually we were sent here to discover if Deathwing had any bases here." The shaman nods. "Aye lad. Head west and you should see several metallic bridges guarded by the twilight's hammer cult." The group exits, then heads west. As the top a hill overlooking the described area, Sableeye halts the group. "Since we are three members short, we will need to be more cautious." Soran nods. "Ragmas, you're a druid right?" The Worgen growls in assent. "Can you scout that area please?" The Worgen nods then turns into a crow and flies off over the valley. Sableeye looks at Soran. "You know, I may be an elf, but when we battled in Darnassuss, I felt something... more than just friendship between us." Soran grins wanly at Sableeye. "You like me don't you?" he asks. The elf blushes her cheeks growing darker. "Honestly yes..." The elf gets interrupted as the druid returns. "There are three brides, and each bridge is guarded by two men. There is also unused armor lying about." Sableeye and Soran look at each other. "Tyrande will want that armor." Says Soran. Sableeye nods. "Squad, acquire that armor, kill the men guarding it." The foursome group charges over the hill, the Worgen shoots a ball of wrath into a cultist, the shaman fires a lightning bolt into another. Soran runs behind a cultist and slices him across the midriff. The cultist plops to the ground in two pieces. As the group rejoins, a nearby injured cultist starts casting a spell. Soran senses the spell casting and stabs the cultist in the chest, but not before the cultist can complete the spell. With a point to the far away ceiling the cultist shouts one final word as Soran stabs him "Naztheros!" A very loud cracking sound emanates from above. Far above the group a thirty meter wide stalactite disengages from its ceiling hold and plummets to the ground far below. Sableeye spots the incoming rock and notifies Soran. Soran looks up and yells to the others. "Get away from here! I can take care of the rock." Soran charges up a force blast then unleashes it upon the falling spire of rock. The boulder cracks into several pieces, but it still falls around Soran covering him in a landslide of dirt and rock. Sableeye yells with tears in her eyes. "SOOORAAANNNN!" Ragmas growls the remove his head piece to honor the Jedi. "You loved him didn't you?" Ragmas asks. Sableeye nods, tears streaming down her face. "After the meeting in Darnassuss Velen approached me. He gave me a prophecy. 'One who is sable of eye will fall in love with a man who stalks the night. This man carries a golden blade which can cut through metal like a sword cuts through air.'" Ragmas grunts. "That sounds like Soran." "I thought so too." Replies Sableeye. "I never got to tell him how I really feel." "You may yet get too." Ragmas points at a slowly growing spot of molten rock. As the last of the rock turns molten, Soran leaps through the opening he melted for himself. Sableeye promptly grabs the man in a large hug. "Soran you're alive!" Soran laughs gruffly. "I won't be for long is you break my ribs." The elf releases the Jedi her cheeks darkening with embarrassment. "I thought you had died, I never got to tell you I loved you." Soran brushes dust off his robe then as if hearing her for the first time looks at her with surprise etched on his face. "You... love... me?" He asks. Sableeye nods. Soran then stares at Sableeye until Ragmar growls. "Don't just stand there you twit. Kiss HER!" Sableeye promptly grabs the Jedi and embraces hi, then she grabs his face and plants her lips upon his.