A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.
And a special thanks to the reviews, it is always very much appreciated. I would thank you better and have a sort of discussion, yet they are anonymous. I must admit that this is the longest story I have ever written so far in my life, and thus have not bridged the past to the present in the storyline since I publish a chapter immediately after writing it. Also apologize for the spelling and grammer errors, I don't have a spellchecker and thus it's only my eye sight that revises. But of course that is a poor excuse for making mistakes.
And nope, I in fact do not own Warcraft or anything else I write about.
Chapter 21
The night blanketed the land when all of the Forsaken gathered on top of their hilltop fortification. A council was assembled of the best, brightest and most powerful to contemplate their next move. The omnipotence of the Dark Lady was not questioned by the chosen council. In truth the Forsaken revered her leadership in her ability to make plans and take advice from her people. If she was not to do so, then she would become a slave driver that was hardly different than Arthas or his Lich King.
Upon returning with the allied Dreadlord in tow, the Forsaken on the hill were in jubilant celebration of their total victory. The vagabond Scourge units that Varimathras had brought to conquer them lay slaughtered in the snow with not a single survivor. Wayne and the other Necromancers were quickly at work ressurecting them and procuring oaths of loyalty. The Forsaken continued to grow in strength and size, now they were a true force to be reckoned with.
A large tattered cloth tent was assembled on the very top of the hill for the council to make their plans. The tent was only necessary to prevent the fierce icy wind from blowing away their maps and important papers. Firelight was not used as the undead did not need the light or the heat. The night was very young as the council began their discussion on their first strategic meeting.
"That is everything I know," finished the Dreadlord Varimathras.
The more than fifteen Forsaken in attendence continued staring at the demon even after his lengthy interrogation. The Dreadlord was by far the largest figure in the tent with his horns pressing against the fabric ceiling. Varimathras had by now fully recuperated his powers and could easily escape from the Forsaken. Yet he stayed among them, smart enough it seemed to know which was obviously the winning side. The carefully aimed questions that the Dark Lady asked him were always answered quickly and obediently. Everyone stood quietly and evaluated the startling information just given.
"We must strike soon," said the Banshee Queen. "Before they have a chance to further prepare and before they realize one of their own has betrayed them."
"I agree My Lady. Look, the night itself has come to aid us," said a femine voice as she pointed through the parting of the tent.
In the short time that the council listened to the Dreadlords interrogation, heavy curtains of fog descended upon the land. The bright glare of the moon only added to the impossibility of seeing more then a few feet in front of you. The members of the council stared out into the fog, assured in the prospect that even the elements had come to aid in their cause.
"But My Lady," said another voice. "Even with the element of suprise the enemy still drastically outnumbers us. And with the massive human and undead and even demon army that is amassed within the most impregnable fortress in Lordaeron..." His voice sputtered off in ramblings, at last he finished with, "It would be suicide."
"It is not going to be easy," spat the Dark Lady at her disheartened servant.
"But it is possible," said Wayne as all eyes turned back onto him. "I spent many years there and remember the layout of that fortress. The castle has never been breached and is not able to surivive if breached. If we can get inside the walls and divide their forces, then the odds will tilt in our favor."
"Yes, that is true," piped up another voice.
"Let us not forget that once the Dreadlord is dead that all the forces under his control will be freed," said someone else.
The Dark Lady lifted her hand out to silence everyone.
"Let us also not forget that Detheroc is not the only one that can amass an army to do his bidding," said the Dark Lady as she turned and walked outside.
The council followed their Queen out into the mist. The Forsaken soldiers were parted by a large margin and in the middle stood untold numbers of massive ogres, knolls and murlocs. The first few in front of each group stepped forward and bowed to the Dark Lady. Each were much larger then those behind them and were much more ornate in appearence.
"We have returned with your army My Lady," the banshees all said in unison in the various hoarse tones of their possessed subjects.
Even Varimathras was shakingly impressed with the Dark Lady's abilities. She now proved to be far more powerful than he could have ever anticipated.
"Are you ready for a war!" bellowed the Banshee Queen on the misty snow covered hilltop.
The Forsaken raised their weapons high, and shouted in frenzy.
"To war!"
End of Chapter 21