Light, Fire, Wind and Death.
-A Black Dragon! A powerful one, do not trust him, be ready to fight.-
"I would welcome you here, but it's not my throne room or my kingdom, despite what people are saying" Uther said, getting up and walking casually over to shake hands with the dragonkin disguised as a human. "I am Lord Uther, often called the Lightbringer; I'm a paladin of The Silver Hand, and a knight of the Alliance." The strange man tensed at the mention of the Alliance, and at Uther's name, but cordially shook hands with Uther and introduced himself.
"I am Victor Nefarius, Lord of Blackrock Spire, leader of the Blackrock Orcs and the Black Dragonflight and others who that dwell there; I come in peace, and recognise the Lord of Blackrock Depths as a representative for its people." Now Uther tensed at being called the lord of the depths, clearly they were each trying to unsettle the other to their own advantage, "who are your compatriots?" Victor asked, catching Uther by surprise.
"This is Lady Jaina Proudmoore of Dalaran and Lady Sylvanas Windrunner of Quel'Thalas, they are my advisors and companions, state your intent with this meeting." Uther said formally, is tone grew icy as he quickly brought the topic to the necessary subject.
"My lord…" Victor chuckled, an echo of his true form tinged in his laugh, "I come to make a deal, regarding ownership of the mountain, we are almost equal in power, so we are on a fairly even table, from which we can negotiate, and we are the only…"
"-Almost even!-"The Lich yelled through Uther, his deeper echoey voice reverberated in the empty throne room, which surprised Victor.
"My dear Uther…" Victor again chuckled, but his eyes betrayed his savage cruelty that oozed from his next words, "You have no idea what you are dealing with, now let us negotiate before things become less civilised." Uther sighed heavily and gestured to the centre of the throne room, Victor nodded and the two lords walked over and stood in the centre.
-He has no idea WHO he is dealing with, if he tries anything kill him, the ghosts will slaughter his help!-
"What exactly do you want?" Uther said looking into Victor's eyes, seeing the fire that was barely concealed by the dragon's human form.
"To discuss ownership of the mountain, now that the cursed Dark Iron dwarves are no longer a concern, we can discuss the matter like gentlemen." Victor gently paced around Uther as he spoke.
"If you have put up with them under you for this long, then you must realise there is another element in play here." As Uther spoke a small fiery tornado appeared between Sylvanas and Jaina. On cue it exploded, sending the two women crashing into the walls and knocking them out, as a large flamewalker appeared, flanked by two fiery spirits.
"How dare you ssteal from the lord of living flame mortal!" It spat as it slithered over to Uther and Victor, something in Uther shifted and he waved his hand, a light gold, barely visible figure rushed through the fire lords, destroying them before it swung around them and closed the doors, vanishing into the wall. "What wass that?" it hissed looking around confused.
"Something to ensure we aren't disturbed, this is a negotiation, not the makings of another war." Uther said unsheathing Frostmourne and his mace, he walked over and rested his mace on a nearby chair, Victor quickly followed suit, as did the flamewalker, each removing their weapons and placing them out of reach, before returning to the centre, Uther thrust Frostmourne into the ground beside him and the image of the Deathbringer appeared before them, catching the flamewalker and Victor off guard.
"What iss that thing?" the flamewalker hissed, a note of fear in his voice at the apparition that existed encasing where Frostmourne stood.
"A fourth party, whose interest lies in this mountain." Uther looked at the others, who just stared at the ghost, "it's a rather long story, but just call it The Lich King, it represents the Dark Iron nation, I represent the Alliance, Lord Nefarius here represents the Spire, and you flamewalker represent the Core." This drew their attention back to the centre.
"You think you can negotiate with my master, the lord of living flame?" the flamewalker spat.
"Lord Uther and his two unconscious companions…" Victor said gesturing to the unconscious forms of Jaina and Sylvanas, "defeated the Dark Iron nation almost single handily, which is why I must ask, if the Lich represents them, then he doesn't have a say." Nefarius chuckled but the Deathbringer had other ideas, it waved his hand and ghosts of dwarves appeared and disappeared, which made Nefarius stop laughing, and straighten up slightly. "I see, he represents the undead Dark Iron nation." The flamewalker also readjusted its position.
"Ssince we are being sso formal," it said slowly, looking at its competition one by one, "I am Majordomo Executuss, right hand to my lord Ragnaross."
"And you are Nefarian, eldest brood of Deathwing" Uther said staring through Victor who seemed surprised that his identity was known, "I recognised your name immediately, even it knows your not human" he gestured to his evil ghostly duplicate who nodded in agreement.
"So you've heard of me?" Nefarian asked, his air of formality and kindness dropped, his primal savage nature showing clearly in his manner now, "And I have heard of you Lightbringer, the Orcs under my thrall have a long and bitter hatred for what you did during the war." This revelation didn't surprise Uther, who simply shrugged it off.
"-Knowing him so well-" The Lich said slowly, "-he would hope they remembered him. -" Uther wheeled on his ghostly double, who didn't flinch or look scared by the look he gave it.
"Naturally," Nefarian said smiling, "anyone who brought the Blackrock Orcs to the edge of extinction would, no matter no much they denied it, want to be remembered by the enemy. I'm guessing you know of me through my father's actions at Grim Batol?" Nefarian looked at Uther hoping for confirmation, Uther shook his head.
"Through rumours and hearsay. As well as your sister's attempt to assassinate the king of Stormwind." Nefarian chuckled but quickly changed the subject.
"We can discuss that another time." He said looking at Executus and the Lich, who seemed rather bored.
"Yess you can," Executus hissed angrily.
"We are here to discuss rightful possession of this mountain, and by my act of," Uther began, though he paused as he realised his act, "of slaughtering the Dark Iron nation." He quickly recovered and continued speaking, "the scales are balanced, and negotiation, peaceful negotiation MUST take place, here and now." The others nodded and they quickly moved out from the middle and wrenched seats from the wall, placing them in the middle and taking their seat, except for Executus, who rested on its tail. When they had taken their seats, a table formed in the middle, made from solidified ash.
"Let's begin, shall we." Nefarian said, smiling proudly.