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"How is it going?" echoed an icy voice in the halls of Undercity.
The undead practitioner stood straight when he heard the voice. Immediately, he spun around and bowed his head. "My Lady, the plague is as effective as ever." he said, trying to hide the fact that she had startled him.
"If it's so effective, then why do we have it stockpiled here in the city? Why haven't the containers been sent to the fjord for use?" asked the Dark Lady as she crossed her arms.
The apothecary looked up at her, his attitude changing slightly, figuring he possibly couldn't hold the blame for this situation. "We had already sent two ships worth to the new front of the battle. But according to Apothecary Lysander, Thrall had sent his own team to the fjord to help with the troops."
Her scarlet eyes locked onto his pale yellow, sending chills down his spine. "And what does this team have to do with our plague?" she asked, her words almost striking him physically.
Bowing his head rapidly, he responded, his voice almost panic. "We had sent the machines to the very front of the battle. But when the paladin on this team had found out that we intended to use the plague, he attacked Lysander and had all the equipment burned!" he said.
Sylvanas' eyes opened wide. "And Anslem and Lysander let that happen?" she asked.
"The paladin threatened Lysander's life, and as far as I know Anslem did nothing to stop him." said the forsaken almost pleadingly.
She glared at the underling and turned away from him. "Get to work preparing the next shipment to the fjord. I'll be going with it this time anyway. I'll make sure nothing happens to it this time." she said as she left the chamber.
"Yes milady." said the undead, before turning back to his table and frantically scribbling down a message.
Sylvanas walked down the dark, damp hallway beneath Lordaeron. She came to the doorway, which led to an underground marketplace. They didn't have a lot to offer, but the wares of the undead brought a few select customers back constantly. She walked along the pathway lining the wall, the bright glow of the river of poison lighting the area up.
She stopped however when one of her advisors walked up to her. "What is it?" she asked.
The undead woman, her long hair spiked in the back, stopped and bowed slightly at her mistress. "One of the guards found an intruder entering the city."
"So kill them." she said, continuing to walk. The undead woman walked with her, her dark robes almost blending in with the gloom around her.
"He was going to, but she is a Blood Elven child. And she said she had something to give you." said the woman.
Sylvanas turned to the woman and looked at her curiously. "You would not have told me this if it were meaningless. So, you've seen it then Corvelia?" she asked. The forsaken woman nodded. "Alright. If you think it to be important, then have her meet me in my chambers." said the Dark Queen before turning and walking away again. The woman simply bowed, then vanished into a cloud of dark smoke.
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It had only taken ten minutes before the Dark Queen heard a knock on her door. "It's open." said the Banshee Queen before turning. The door opened and in walked a small figure shrouded in a cloak, as well as Corvelia. After the forsaken woman had closed the door, the queen spoke up. "Who are you, and why have you come to my city?" she asked.
The young girl pulled her hood down, allowing her long blonde hair to spill out. She looked at the undead queen, her heart beating miles a minute. "I...I am Synnaria Snowsong...of Silvermoon City." she said as her hands fidgeted nervously.
"Why are you here?" asked Sylvanas, her red eyes scanning the girl curiously.
"I need to go to Northrend." the girl said bluntly.
The dark lady tilted her head oddly. "Northrend is a giant battleground right now. Why would you want to go there?"
The girl looked at the ground. "Someone very important to me went to Northrend to fight. He left almost a year ago now, and I have this feeling that something happened to him."
"And you want to go and check on him?" asked Corvelia from behind her. Synn turned and nodded to the woman. "You're foolish if you think you'd last more than a few days in Northrend. You can barely defend yourself against two of our city guards."
Sylvanas looked up at the forsaken woman. "She fought the guard?"
"When the guards went to grab her, she hit one of them with a holy spell and knocked him unconscious. The other got her before she could cast anymore." said the woman, almost sounding amused.
"So, you've studied holy magic in Silvermoon." said the queen. Synnaria nodded.
"I was supposed to be a paladin, but I left before I finished..." said the girl.
"Then you'd die going to Northrend." said the queen as she stood straight once more. "I'm not going to send you to your death, so my advice to you is to go back to Silvermoon until you are able to go without our help." said the forsaken leader as she turned her back to the girl. "Take her out of here and send her on a bat back to Silvermoon."
Synn panicked at the thought of going back. Immediately she pulled away when the undead grabbed her should. "Please! I can't pay you, but...I can give you this!" said the girl as she reached into her shirt. Sylvanas turned just as the necklace dangled out of her clothing, her eyes widening as she saw it.
"Stop." said the queen and Corvelia immediately backed away. Sylvanas walked towards the girl, her scarlet eyes never leaving the necklace. Reaching down, she examined it thoroughly, Synnaria unable to move out of fright. "Corvelia, leave us." said the Dark Lady. Without question, the woman bowed and left the room. The Banshee Queen stood once more and walked over to a chair, sitting down in it, then looking at the girl. "You're going to sit right here, and tell me everything you know about that necklace." said the woman.
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Back in Silvermoon, Liadrin was frantically dashing down the street. Her agitation showed plainly on her face to all she passed as she sprinted. When she turned the corner, she immediately ran into someone in her haste. Stumbling backwards, she fell to the ground.
Immediately, she was pulled back to her feet by the helping hand of the man she had run into. Looking up, she saw a face that gave her relief. "Eli'danis!" she said excitedly.
"Liadrin, what are you doing here?" he asked curiously as he eyed her. Her armor was sloppily strapped on, her hair was unkempt, and her entire demeanor shouted that she was in a hurry. "Aren't you supposed to be meeting with Lord Lorthemar today?" he asked.
"Please, I...I need you to do me a favor!" she said with panic in her voice.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, he spoke to her softly. "Liadrin, please, calm down." he said. She looked at him and nodded. Taking a deep breath, he released her and smiked. "Now, what is it you wish for me to do?" he asked.
"You...You and I both know that I cannot order you out on personal endeavors..." she said looking at the ground.
"I asked what it is you want me to do." he said, the same shining smile on his face.
She looked up at him and smiled back. "Thank you." she said. "I receieved a message from Lord Lorthemar today that Synnaria snuck out last night and used the Orb of Translocation." she said, panic creeping up in her voice again.
Eli'danis' smile immediately vanished. "She left?" he asked startled. Liadrin nodded. "Where is she headed?" he asked.
"She was talking to me yesterday about Dias." she said.
"Dias? The one from Light's Hope?" he asked curiously. "What about him?"
"She had a dream that he was captured, and being tortured. She asked me to check on him, but I told her it was just a dream..."
"So she left to go to him..." said the Blood Knight, finishing the womans sentence. "Don't worry. I'll get her back." he said, turning to head to the spire. He stopped as soon as he felt her arms wrap around him.
"Th-Thank you..." she said, sniffling slightly.
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When he finally awoke, Dias felt as if his head were cracked in half. He noticed, however, that his head was the least of his problems. He couldn't feel anything under his feet, as if he were floating in the air. But looking up gave him the answer to his question. Through his blurred vision, he saw that his wrists were bound together withe chains, making his escape nearly impossible, especially with the wooziness after effects of getting bludgeon in the skull.
"I see you've finally awoken." said a cold voice behind him. Try as he might, the paladin couldn't turn to see his captor. "You've made things very difficult for me here in the fjord you know. I was close to driving the forsaken from these lands, but along comes a paladin in his shiny armor and all the sudden, the bitch queens men finally figure out how to swing a sword." said the voice as it grew closer. The man walked around the hanging high elf until finally he stood in front of him.
Dias' glowing blue eyes scanned every inch of the man. He was definitely an elf of some sort. But the glowing white of his eyes spoke of a soulless being, enhanced by the Lich King. His long dark hair flowed into a faceguard that covered his mouth, as well as the entire back of his head. Once his analysis was finished, the paladin just chuckled.
"You find my misery amusing?" asked the man in a hollowed voice.
"Well, if you're angry that means that I'm doing my job." he said, unable to hide the amusement from his voice. Though he couldn't see the mans mouth, Dias was able to detect a faint smile come from the man.
"Indeed. Now, it's time for me to do my job." said the man as he turned around and walked away from the paladin, standing in front of a fiery hearth. Walking forward and standing in front of him now was a vrykul, one of viscious appearance with scars splitting his face in multiple places. "What did the Kirin Tor want with you?" he asked.
Dias looked at him oddly, then his smirk vanished. Now that he had his senses again, he recalled Lhalia getting taken as well. "I don't know what they want with me." he said, watching as the man reached down into a box next to the hearth and picked something up. With the glow from the fiery furnace shining off its surface, he could easily see that it was his armor.
"That's a shame." he said as he tossed the metal breastplate into the fire. The surface began to morph almost as soon as it entered the flames. "I guess we'll just have to interrogate the gnome then." said the man with a wicked smile as he grabbed another piece of the paladins armor.
Immediately Dias jerked his body, trying to get free of the chains. But he soon went rigid, feeling as if hot irons were pressed to his back. When he could see straight, he looked down and the barbarian was now holding a nine tailed whip. "You...answer." said the savage in a vicious tone. He grabbed Dias by the throat and headbutted him, sending his head lolling back. "Now!" shouted the barbarian.
However, the giant didn't expect the paladins head to come crashing back, straight into his nose. The bone shattered immediately and the giant recoiled, holding the tender spot on his face and yelling in pain. The paladin glared through his blue eyes directly at the robed man. The undead elf stared back at him, a slight smirk on his face. "Adorable." he said as Dias' armor melted in the hearth behind him.
"When I get free from these chains, I'll kill you with my bare hands." said the paladin in a deadly tone.
"If you ever get free." said the man as he walked past the silver haired high elf. "In the meantime, enjoy yourself. You're going to be here for a very long time." Dias cringed again as he felt the whip lash his back once more, this time tenfold more vicious.
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Aedammair paced in the vrykul built house that they stood in. She was staring at Anslem darkly, who simply sat in a chair, reading from a letter sent to them by the Dark Queen. When he finished, he sighed and laid the paper on the table.
"She said that reinforcements will arrive in five days." he said.
Immediately the death knight stopped and stared at him stupidly. "Did you just say five days?" she asked, getting a nod from the Executor. She growled loudly and slammed her fists onto the table. "He may not have five days!" she shouted.
"I know!" said the forsaken defensively as he stood his ground. "What do you expect me to do!? Write a letter back telling her that a death knight orders her to send them faster?" he asked.
She snorted and crossed her arms. "We might have already taken Utgarde if she would stop slacking on her soldiers!" said the woman venomously.
"The Dark Lady is not to blame for this. We were unprepared for the dragons, it's our fault for not expecting them." he said looking out the door into the dreary rainy day.
Aedammair looked at the undead man oddly. "How so?" she asked.
"A few weeks after we arrived here, we sent scounts around the fjord to get a lay of the land. It's how we have most of the maps of this place." he said waving at the maps sprawled across the wooden table. "We found an area north of where the Alliance's Westguard Keep is now, that was scorched to cinders. Upon further examination, we found that it was a small forested area that used to house dragons. There were bones of them everywhere, so we just thought that the vrykul had exterminated them." he said.
The death knight sighed to herself as she added up the rest. "So they killed the adults and took the eggs, enslaving the dragonlings as mounts." she said more to herself. "So, we have ballista to shoot them out of the air, but how else do we fight them?" she asked.
"We don't have a lot of experience with air combat. Most of that comes from Orgrimmar's Skyguard and their wind riders. For actual combat with them, we'll have to send a conscript to Thrall..." he said.
"We don't have time for that...we have to think of something." she said wracking her brain.
"Don't be gettin' ya loincloth twisted." said a voice from the doorway. Turning to the open portal, she saw the troll woman who had guided them to Northrend. "Ya got a visita' at da gates."
"We don't really have time for visitors Angel, we have to..." said the death knight, but she was cut off.
"Sumtin' tellin' me ya be wantin' to take dis one mon." said the troll woman before walking away.
Aedammair looked away from the doorway to the High Executor. He merely shrugged, and they both left the building, headed for the entrance to the town. When they arrived, they were both surprised to see an army of Alliance soldiers at the gates of the city. At the had was a white bearded dwarf, riding a charger bearing the blue and gold of the Alliance.
Aedammair walked foward as the dwarf rode towards her alone. Finally, he stopped next to her, looking down at her from atop his steed. "Ah'm lookin' fer yur paladin." he said to her.
She sighed. "I'm sorry, Diasareth was captured by the vrykul almost a day ago." she said. He looked at her for a minute before nodding.
"Then who's the one in charge?" he asked.
"That'd be me for right now." she replied.
"A'right." he said as he dismounted his horse. "Then Ah guess we got a battle plan to be making. Can't be havin' him that brigg fer long." he said as he walked past her.
She at him oddly, then looked over his head at the soldiers behind him. A smile crossed her features as she saw the many guns and bows that the soldiers held, as well as the several mounted on gryphons. "Just in time..." she said, then turned towards the commander. "Let's get planning."