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Name: Potter, H

Location: Horde Warship, The Great Sea (Warcraft Canon)

Harry woke with a start. Looking around, he saw Dryson passed out, or more likely knocked out, in the far corner of what appeared to be a ship's brig. Just great. We save the ship, but we get taken prisoner, thought the wizard. Opening his A.R.M., Harry was relieved to see that his wand was still in its slot within the system. Harry then shuffled over to Dryson, his lethargy due to the massive headache a Horde warrior had kindly gifted him. "Hey, wake up." said Harry, nudging the priest with his foot.

Slowly, Dryson began to rouse. "Ugh...what happened? My head feels like it is going to split open."

"We got ourselves captured, by the looks of it. Last I saw, the Alliance ship got away safely," replied the mage. "Any idea where these guys might take us?"

Dryson sat up straight, leaning against a nearby section of the hull. "Mostly likely Azshara. The Horde has a massive naval harbor there, ran by the goblins."

The priest's statement left Harry in deep thought. After a moment, Harry replied, "How far would the nearest Alliance outpost be from the harbor?"

Dryson paused to recall what his map once said about the area. "There should be a Darnassian base camp north of the harbor. But we could only make it if we managed to escape Bilgewater and could run on water. That or fly."

The wizard grinned broadly. "Oh, there might be a way. Those green ones took our coin purses and the like but I still have my wand." To prove his point, Harry primed his blade-rails and pulled said wand out of its slot. "By the way, How close would we be to Nighthaven?"

"We're heading to Kalimdor. We can get anywhere on the continent pretty quickly with Alliance gryphons," replied the priest. "The only problem would be coin."

Harry was nonplussed. "We'll worry about that when we get to the ca-" The rhythmic creaking of an approaching captor silenced the wizard. Harry quickly hid his wand under his sleeve, to be drawn as needed. The orc, an eight-foot-tall mass of muscle and green flesh, stood before the cell door with a tray in his hand. He rammed the tray through the door and walked off, a growl escaping his lips. the contents of the tray was revealed to be stale bread and a small waterskin.

Dryson looked confused as he picked up a chunk of the bread. "Kind of hard to imagine the brutes would feed us."

"We're prisoners. If they wanted us dead, they would have dumped us into the sea when they knocked us out," Potter replied. "This shows that we hold some value to them, even if it's just slave labor at the Harbor."

Dryson plopped down on the bench. In between bites, the priest said, "Well, I hope Mak is having fun."

Name: Makale

Location: Mount Hyjal, Northern Kalimdor

The paladin known as Makale stood before the great World Tree, Nordrassil, it's branches blocking the sky itself. At the base of the tree was a Night Elf building, guarded by what appeared to be two elves. In the building was the meeting Makale was meaning to attend.

As Makale approached the entrance, one of the elves, a gold-armored male, stopped the paladin with a palm to his chest. "You shouldn't even be here, Mak. Aren't you supposed to be assisting the Stormwind Guard after your last mess? And what's that magic about you? Another argument with an Academy novice?"

Makale was about to reply when the other elf, a blue-robed female, put her hand on the other's wrist and eased it down. "Calm yourself, Vargastrasz. He's been invited." Looking at Makale, she said, "Go on in. They are expecting you." The elf Vargastrasz scoffed.

"Thank you Aurastrasza," replied Makale. "Any idea what they would want me for?"

Aurastrasza shook her head, "I'm not sure. But whatever it is, it has Life-Binder worried."

Makale nodded. "Very well." It is that serious, and she called for me? Not good. The paladin walked into the building.

The building was a spacious great hall of sorts, with a main chamber, open to the elements, and a pair of hallways, both open on one wall. Standing in the middle of the Hall was a pair of elven figures; a red-clad female and a blue-and-gold clad male. The woman wore a horned headress; while the male wore no tunic, yet wore long blue sleeves and gold dragon-shaped pauldrons on his shoulders. Currently, the two were in an slightly heated discussion. Makale made his way to the pair.

"As patient as I am on most things, we need to act now on this." The man said. "This being is more volatile to the timeline than anything else we've seen. And according to you, Alextrasza, we can't detect him because he's isn't a part of the life web. This fact alone would send shivers down a Titan's spine."

The woman named Alextrasza replied, "I understand, Nozdormu, but we cannot jump idly into this without precaution. Now, we need to gather more information on this situation." She paused and turned slightly to see Makale walking up towards them. "Now if you excuse me, I would like to finish this conversation later." Nozdormu nodded and walked away.

When Mak got to the woman he immediately dropped into a kneeling position. "Lady Alexstrasza, you requested my presence?"

Alextrasza nodded to the paladin. "Arise, Paladin Makale. I have some questions for you." Makale lifted to his feet. "I felt a disturbance a few weeks ago in Stormwind. Ysera felt it as well, oddly enough. I need to know of anything, or anyone, odd has come into the area in that time." This reeks of yet another 'Agent'...

Makale stood confused. "Nothing particular of note, Life-Binder. Although..." The paladin stood in thought for a moment. "Around the time a gnome warlock showed his colors in the city, a new mage appeared in the tavern I was at." The lady nodded in acknowledgement. "He said his name was Judas, and he sported this unusual metal arm. It looked nothing like most gnome machinery, but I could be underestimating them. The man took the brunt of my blade dead in that arm. Spoke an odd language when he casts spells..."

Had Makale not been lost in thought over his latest friend, he would have noticed Alextrasza's eye growing wide in astonishment. Those idiots dumped another Agent in our midst. Oh, when will this end? Well, perhaps we can use this to our advantage. The enemies of the world grow many, and we need every able-bodied person we can get. An 'ICPF agent' would be very useful indeed...

Makale stopped mid speech when he saw that Alextrasza was lost in thought herself. "Is something the matter, milady?"

The woman shook her head. "No, not particularly. I think I may have a new task for you. I need you to keep in touch with this Judas. Keep him from falling into the darkness that surrounds us. That is all."

The paladin bowed, smiling. "Whatever you may wish, Life-Binder." This will not be a problem. He should be in Nighthaven soon with Dryson. "By your leave Lady Alextrasza."

Alexstrasza nodded and put her hand on the paladin. In that moment, she felt the deleterious energy of the Memory Charm placed on Makale, but could not determine it's purpose. Unwilling to let this show in her features, she simply replied, "Dragon's speed, Paladin Makale."

As Makale turned and left, Alextrasza could only think of one thing. I can only hope that this 'Judas' will be gone quickly. I'll run the name by Nozdormu, see if he knows of anything that might come up.

Name: Potter, H

Location: Bilgewater Harbor, Northeastern Kalimdor

It was midmorning as Harry and Dryson were being walked down the main docks towards the city of Bilgewater Harbor. The wizard had tried to make it very clear on the plan of escape: When I give the signal, drop to the ground. As soon as I say 'move,' jump into the harbor. Don't worry about the restraints, they will not be much of an issue. I'll make sure we can get to the camp quickly enough.

Dryson felt as a coil wound too tight as he awaited the signal from Judas. Whenever you're ready. I just want to get home...

The orcs stopped walking about halfway down the pier, due to the fact that one of their charges was whispering to himself incessantly. Vaguely, he could make out the sounds of "Com...ur...sed...no...ools..." The guard holding the wizard may not speak Common, but he knew something was up. As he turned Judas around a sharp crack could be heard as the ropes binding his arms were snapped by the force of the blade-rails of the A.R.M. The guard barely had time to register this fact as he felt sharp steel slice him from waist to throat.

"Now!"

Without missing a beat, Harry pulled his wand out of its slot and cast a spell at the remaining guards as Dryson dropped to the ground. Massive gouts of flame shot towards the remaining guards; the Fiendfyre eager to consume them, to burn and multiply. Only Harry's dominance over the cursed fire's staglike form kept it in check as the wizard yelled "Move!" to Dryson. The priest scrambled to his feet and, with hands hands bound and breath held, leaped into the waters of the harbor.

Harry killed the fire, froze the water nearby and jumped over himself. Landing on the ice floe, he summoned Dryson to his hand. Coughing and sputtering, the priest gasped for air as Harry sliced his bindings and started to drag Dryson with him. Freezing water as he moved forward, and melting it as they went past, The pair made their best effort to run the distance to the Darnassian base camp.

Later that evening, Harry and Dryson came to a stop when they reached land. In the near distance the pair saw the fires of a campsite.

As they approached, they saw the gryphon's nests off to the side of the camp proper. A night elf stood watch over the beasts, watching the wizard and the priest lumber up to him. "How...did you...did you two run from the Horde naval base all the way here?" The handler said incredulously.

Dryson nodded, "Aye, and we need a ride to Rut'theran Village. Unfortunately, we have no coin."

Harry looked to the priest. "Are you sure we still need to be there?"

Dryson replied, "Yes. I asked if the captain would at leat drop off our supplies to the docks there, should they have to leave quickly."

Harry nodded. The gryphon handler replied, "I can let you to go this one time , but only because of what you just came from. Don't expect a second coming." Turning to the nests, he began prepping for a takeoff.

Harry collapsed in the dirt from exhaustion. Raising his hand to the air he said, "I'll just be a moment."

Author's note: I'm sorry this took so long to post. Too many things between the Army reserves and various other military related issues. I'll try to be more frequent about posting, but with my latest challenge to join the Marine Corps, this might be a problem.

In any case, I love all the support for this story. Even if I disappear for another two to three months, I'll still try to come up with more chapters. This story if far, far from over.

As always, please read review and write me about this, as I'm always trying to see how I can make this better.

Until next time,

MasterMerrick

BTW: If you haven't checked out DinoJake's The Last Spartan and Shezza's Denarian Renegade series, do it. Both are fun, extremely well written stories that I've recently became a fan of.