Npc characters belong to Blizzard!
Raknaal belongs to Stephen!
Varendar, Brightspot, and Deathrin belongs to Amber!
Warning! This fic is no long lore friendly! Lore nuts beware!
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It didn't take long for Deathrin and his crew to get to Hyjal. The Blood Elf looked around a bit before he noticed the glowing lake.
"Interesting..." he stated.
He, then, noticed the huge roots. Deathrin's eyes widen.
"that is one big ass tree!" he shouted.
"It's called Nordrassil," said someone from behind.
Deathrin looked to see Ysera. He bowed to her. She smiled.
"You are one of these Illidari I take it," Ysera said.
Deathrin nodded.
"I'm here to aid in any way I can," he said.
Ysera smiled again.
"Good," she said, "we'll need it. Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage should be able to tell you what still need to be done."
Deathrin bowed again.
"Thank you great one," he said before heading to find Malfurion.
Ysera found the Illidari interesting. Though she found the undead dragons a bit more interesting. Though they are just bones, they still glow the color their scales once were. The black ones were no longer corrupted ether. Ysera then noticed one staring at her. He had a hood up covering his eyes and he was in a Blood Elf form. He seemed almost familiar to Ysera. If it wasn't for the strong smell of death, she could probably identify him.
"Hello?" Ysera asked him.
The Blood Elf dragon just turned and left.
"Odd..." commented Ysera, "they usually talk back..."
She decided not to think about it.
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Deathrin was still looking for Malfurion.
"I should have asked for a description," he said.
He, then, spotted a Druid who's face looked like Illidan's. Deathrin took a few steps toward the Druid before he stopped. The Blood Elf commander sighed.
"This is what I get for dying young," he stated.
The Druid laughed and looked at Deathrin.
"And how old were you?" he asked.
"About 132," Deathrin answered, "should be 145 like my twin if I was still alive."
"So you're a twin as well?" the Druid asked, "brother?"
"No sister," answered Deathrin, "she's a Paladin named Tseng Redsun."
"Ah I remember a Highborn with that last name," said the Druid, "by your tabord I say you're an Illidari, correct?"
"Yes," answered Deathrin, "Deathrin, commander and lead of the Redsun spec. I sure hope you're Malfurion Stormrage or I'm going to feel like an idiot."
The Druid laughed again.
"Yes I am Malfurion," he answered.
Deathrin sighed in relief.
"I was told you could tell me where I need to go," he said.
Malfurion nodded and directed him to the Shrine of Aviana. Deathrin bowed and left. Malfurion smiled.
These Horde Illidari are really nice, he thought, then again they are dead.
There was a bone chilling screech in the air. Malfurion looked up to see the Alliance part of the Illidari and Illidan on skeletal hippigryphs.
"Ah," said Malfurion, "good he's here."
He started toward Nordrassil. Malfurion stopped when he felt eyes on him. He turned around to see a hooded Blood Elf looking at him.
He seems familiar...Malfurion thought.
"Hello?" he asked.
The hooded elf turned and left. Malfurion blinked.
"O...kay," he said before continuing on his way.
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Illidan got off of his ride. He heard a thump and looked. Varendar was on the ground feeling sick. Illidan sighed.
"Weakling," he said only to get flipped off.
Durbez, the troll commander of the Death Priests, came up to him. He bowed.
"General Illidan," he said, "the Horde side be all ready out and helpin' mon."
"Ah good," said Illidan before noticing the hooded elf, "and who is this?"
"Not sure yet," Durbez answered, "I haven' gotten around to fixin' his voice and memory yet. His bones were every in Dragonblight. He mostly stays with me for some reason."
"When one comes back from the dead after, let's say, an explosion," started Zenius who came up to the two after getting his orders from a Druid, "they tend to get attached tot he first person they see."
Durbez nodded in understanding.
"He seems familiar to me," stated Illidan.
"He be an older dragon," said Durbez, "Dey tend to get around."
Illidan lifted up the hood a bit. Half of the face was burnt badly. The hair was short and silver. The eyes glowed red.
"A red dragon," said Illidan, "we've been getting more and more these ones...you might want to work on his face too."
Durbez looked.
"How did I miss that?" he wondered.
"I tend to blame it on old age," said Malfurion coming behind them.
Illidan smiled while Durbez laughed.
"I trust your flight was a safe one?" Malfurion asked.
Illidan nodded.
"A bit boring though," he admitted.
Malfurion chuckled. After a bit Malfurion told Illidan and others, about where to go. For days, everyone fought and the day came when it was time to head to the fire lands. Of course they had to secure an out post first. That out post was to be the Sanctuary of Malorne. The fire elemental's were everywhere.
"How are we going to get through all of this?" Jarrod asked.
"By butt clenching," answered Varendar, "praying to Elune and lots of wine."
Jarrod hit Varendar on the head.
"Really?" he asked, "By Elune..."
Malfurion looked around for his brother and the Illidari. Their dragons stayed with the aspects and Thrall.
"Where are they?" Malfurion asked.
Just then several Death Knight like horns blew. The sound of a running march rang in the air. Suddenly the Illidari appeared. They ran right past the living and into the elemental's. The elemental's tried to kill the Illidari, but nothing seemed to work.
"Wow" said Varendar.
"They're good," commented Jarrod.
"Elune bless you Illidan," said Malfurion.
Everyone of the living was cheering 'till the roars of the Twilight Drakes sounded. There was fear in the many faces of the Illidari.
"Do not fear my brothers and sisters!" yelled Deathrin, "Illidan and those like him have our backs!"
The fear suddenly vanished.
"Get ready for any fire type attacks!" shouted Raknaal.
"Death Druids be ready to move!" ordered Vaeelairan.
All of the Death Druids turned into their cat forms.
"Death Priests healin' rang only!" ordered Durbez.
The Death Priests moved to be behind the lines. Deathrin looked at the sky for a sec then nodded to Raknaal. Raknaal howled and the Illidari started to move.
"Are they crazy!?" someone of the living shouted.
"They're going to die!" someone else shouted.
Jarrod growled.
"Not on my watch," he said, "Let's move!"
The living started charging to the dragons. The dragons breathed fire at the Illidari's. Some fall down dead, others continued to move forward. Malfurion turned into his cat form and started to attack. He stopped when he noticed something off.
That Orc was dead, he thought as he watched a female Orc cut through a dragon's neck.
Another dragon breathed fire at the Orc. She died. Malfurion's eyes widen when the Orc's body lifted up a bit. Golden streams whipped around the body and the Orc was alive again.
"What the?" asked Malfurion.
The dragons roared in frustration.
"What trickery is this?" one asked.
"The sky," said another, "something is in the sky."
A few of the dragons shot something up in the air. The clouds, in the one suction, blew away. The living gasped in harrow. In the sky was flying creatures that look like Valkyrie, but with the Paladin's guardians' armor. Their bodies and faces matched that of the races of Azeroth. These creatures were the Illidari's who had the same power Illidan had and they were known as the angles of death.
"The living!" one that look like a Gnome screeched, "they have seen us!"
"We must retreat!" screeched one that looked like a Goblin.
"If you run I will take the berth of life out of you!" screeched the voice of Illidan, "we will stay 'till the battle is done!"
"Yes general!" the others screeched.
The living was so horrified that they no longer fought. Soon the sanctuary was theirs. The Illidari keep their distance from the living. Illidan made his way up to his brother. Malfurion looked at him with cold and disgusted eyes. Illidan turned and headed back down. He stopped and turned his head tot he right.
"You know I was hoping you would have changed Malfurion," Illidan said, "It seems I was wrong."
He walked off. Cenarius shook his head is disappointment at Malfurion without the Druid noticing.
Illidan came to the fire portal.
"Deathrin we;re leaving," Illidan said.
Deathrin frowned, but he obeyed. He headed down the hill. Varendar was going to follow, but was stopped by Illidan.
"No my friend," Illidan said, "you stay here with Jarrod. You are not dead, so you belong here."
Varendar frowned. Jarrod gave Illidan a small smile.
"I'll protect him with my life," he said.
Illidan nodded his thanks. He started to head down, but stopped when Brightspot called him.
"You take good care of Vaeelairan," she said, "even if he is a pain."
Illidan smiled a little.
"I will," he said.
With that he was good and so were the Illidari. Jarrod frowned.
"Can I use Malfurion as target practice?" Varendar asked.
"No," answered Jarrod.
"How about turning him into a tree?" asked Brightspot.
"Behave the both of you," Jarrod answered, "...he'll get what's coming to him soon enough."
He looked up at the sky just in time to see Tyrande fly overhead toward Nordrassil.
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Deathrin was sent back to Orgrimmar to watch Garrosh. He grinned when he got into the hold.
"Honey I'm home!" he shouted.
"Damn it!" yelled Garrosh.
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Illidan was on his throne back in Northend, drinking a bottle of whine and holding his head. He has been doing that a lot. Most of the Illidari was at Eastern Kingdoms, helping.
"Illidan," called Durbez.
Illidan looked. Right beside the troll priest was the hooded dragon in his Blood Elf form.
"I fixed him," Durbez said.
Illidan sat up straight and looked at the elven dragon.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Korialstrasz," the dragon answered.
Illidan's eyes widen.
"Well this day just got interesting," he commented.
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I don't care anymore T_T I wanted him back so badly that I gave in. I wanted to add Rhonin too but but he's dead too. Blizzard stop killing off the guys I like and stop making people turn into bitches! ~looks at Jaina~