Sindri talking via telepathy: *Insert Text Here*

*It has been quite some time, no? I am eager to feast my eyes on this world... Through your own, of course.*

"Your presence is noted. While I have no like for you, perhaps you could be of some use."

*Come now, don't insult me.*

Iruv'Tak ignored him as time and reality slowly recovered from the influences of Nozdormu and Tzeentch. As if rehearsed, the cultists began to bow in reverence. He turned to Autumnwalker and the Kirin Tor.

"I made a grave mistake in preventing the taint from corrupting you, Autumnwalker. I had several opportunities to dominate you completely, but I refrained. Is this how you repay me? Your soul belongs to me. The Blood Elves shall soon learn of their new ruler. Do you feel it? The pull, the chains? Your Sunwell has returned to you. Let it wash over you, let it drag you down. In the end, you will all bend. The difference is between those whose backs will be broken, and those who will rise again with a greater purpose."

Iruv'Tak could feel their willpower draining, and the Kirin Tor began to collapse as if some great weight was crushing them.

"Is this the best this plane has to offer?" He taunted. "You limit yourselves to the arcane and the elemental. You don't see just how much your leaders limit you. They're afraid of what you can do." His voice went from mocking to tempting in mere seconds. "There is so much I could show you, so much I could teach you. Give in. Give in to Chaos."

The Kirin Tor each rose with single-minded purpose, their minds completely and utterly enslaved to Iruv'Tak's will. But still, Lyanni and Aethas resisted.

"You continue to amaze me with you determination. Or is it gall? No matter. You are but two Blood Elves. Irrelevant, tiny dots on the surface of this world. It amuses me that you always seem to end up a part of my plan, a puppet under my control, whether you wish it or not. I could bend you to my will right now, a slave forever. No, I wish for you to suffer and see the eventual destruction of everything you know and be completely helpless to stop it. Go and spread word of my coming. Tell your leaders that the end of their kingdoms is at hand."

They teleported out simultaneously as soon as the mental pressure had abated.

*You didn't need to let them both go.*

"Don't presume to question me. "

The sky was a sickly purplish red, still reeling from the birth of a Daemon Prince. The ground surrounding the Sunwell was littered with bodies, both cultist and untainted alike. Scorch marks in the pattern of an eight pointed star decorated the plaza.

"Redstar." The Cultist looked up as his name was called. "Scavenge any items of use and then burn the corpses." The Elf nodded and began to direct elves to their duties. "Cultists Aelemara, Scryer Darkfall, Draveth, and Winten! Come forth." The four knelt before him in honest humility. "For your service and loyalty to me, I reward you with recognition. You are to be my Lieutenants in the city of Silvermoon. Take these as tokens of my appreciation." The garments they wore had been replaced with robes of purple and red. The collar was laced with an Elven Gold, and hoods with the eight pointed star covered their heads. Double pronged staves appeared in their hands, very similar to the staff of a Sorcerer. "Let these be badges of both honor and power in the sight of all your brethren. Now go, construct shrines in my name and spread them throughout Silvermoon. Show the unconverted the folly of their ways."

The cultists nodded in silent gratitude and stood to carry out his bidding.

Iruv'Tak gazed upon his hulking form. It was truly intimidating, but in his present situation rather insensible. He gathered his power and manifested into a more useful body. It was a carbon copy of the one he had but a few moments ago.

*Your ascension is complete. However, I would assume this city is not yet fully under the influence of chaos. You ought to remedy that.*

"Indeed. I had originally planned to gather as many followers as I could before I left the city and founded my own encampment. But with the Sunwell under my control, my form truly daemon, and the Blood Angel threat vanquished, my plans have changed." Iruv'Tak turned his gaze to the Elven Palace. He could feel the minds of the less powerful Blood Elves losing control of their minds and slowly succumbing to chaos. He could feel the legions of Wretched basking in the power the Chaos tainted Sunwell was granting them, their resolve having crumbled instantly. He exerted his influence over them easily and willed that they gather together into a single fighting force.

"This city is mine, and mine alone."

Jaina anxiously awaited the return of the Kirin Tor. Nozdormu had left in such a hurry, she was fearing the worst had happened.

Her office door slammed open, causing her to jump in her chair.

"Two Blood Elves to see you, Lady Jaina. Something about a Silvermoon situation." A Kirin Tor said.

"I'll see them." She braced herself for bad news as the mage ushered in two forlorn elves, one she recognized as Sunreaver, and closed the door as he left. "News?"

The female was the first to speak. "I am Lyanni Autumnwalker. You sent a group of Kirin Tor to aid me and Sunreaver in the... assassination... of the Sorcerer that mysteriously appeared about a week ago. The attempt failed, and the Kirin Tor's minds were somehow enslaved to the Sorcerer's will. He let us escape so we could bring the news to you, but even now we feel the effects of the Sunwell pulling on our minds. I'm afraid we won't be of much use in this state."

Jaina's heart felt a sharp stabbing pain. Those men and women she had sent to die... "Wait. You mentioned the Sunwell."

Aethas Sunreaver spoke next. "The Sorcerer has somehow restored the Sunwell. Unfortunately, his unearthly presence taints it, perpetually pulling on our minds. I can only imagine the number of our brothers and sisters that have fallen under his control."

"This is grave news indeed. Make yourself at home in Dalaran, I must speak with our allies. If we're going to face a threat of this magnitude, we won't face it alone."

Iruv'Tak's footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallways of the Elven Palace. He strode into the Throne room with grim purpose, and uttered a single phrase:

"Regent Theron, your time as ruler of this kingdom has come to an end." He channeled a fork of lightning through his hands and sent it screaming at the Blood Elf in question.

I'm not dead!? I'm not dead!

Real Life is my worst enemy, and I haven't finished battling it yet either. I'm studying and working to become an electric engineer, and I just found a really slow week and thought "You know what? I've got all this extra time, I should go tell all my readers I'm not dead!"

But yea, updating will be veeery slooow.

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Moving on, it looks like Iruv'Tak's about to start showing Azeroth who actually runs this joint, amirite? I had originally planned to let Iruv'Tak gather a few hundred followers and then flee, but the Sunwell idea was 3good5me.

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