Mageline had been surprised to see the small group of orc warriors when she entered the inner sanctum of the temple with Charg. The older warlock navigated the twisting hallways with ease, most likely being the one that designed the temple in the first place. He had taken her to a dark chamber, where only a few torches flickered in their sconces, and there they were seven warriors. They all growled and hissed and withdrew their weapons when they saw her, but one harsh glance from Charg calmed them down considerably.
"I thought you said you were alone."
"I did. You do think I consider these beasts as my equals?"
It was a rhetorical question so she didn't answer. The warlock took her to a large doorway on the other side of the room. He pushed it open with one hand, though the door looked much too heavy for his decrepit muscles. He did not enter the chamber, a thick and sickly sweet smell drifted from it. "Blood." Mageline thought.
"Lord Mantorg said you would provide me with further instructions once I was here. So be so kind as to provide them."
He turned on her with a scowl. "I am not kind, nor am I here to answer your beck and call. You are as much as slave to the Pit Lord as I."
Without missing a beat she countered, "All the more reason to do what he has commanded with haste."
Charg snorted.
He stared into the dark room beyond. When he spoke his voice was instructional, and sounded to Mageline as if he had been waiting to tell it to someone. "It was at the end of the Horde's occupation of Stormwind that Mantorg came to me in a dream. He told me of the inevitable defeat of my people and told me that the Dark Portal would soon be destroyed as well. He showed me this place in the mountains, and the ways to travel through the tunnels to reach it. I commanded a fair sized regiment of soldiers, and despite what the Warchief had decreed, I pulled my troops away from the main host and came here with them."
Mageline looked around, a gray hair falling across her eye for a moment. "And so you built this place without knowing its purpose?"
"Oh I know its purposes, human. And soon you will too." Charg's sagging green face looked satisfied.
Mageline peered into the next room. There was no light.
"Am I to enter?" She asked.
"Not yet. When the sacrifice arrives you will take him into the room and slay him on the altar."
Mageline nodded. Mantorg had told her of the sacrifice.
"I will deal with anyone else that enters the temple." Charg stated.
Mageline nodded her understanding.
Suddenly a large rune on the ceiling started glowing a crimson red. Charg looked at it without any surprise in his features. He barked at the warriors in gutterspeak. They rushed off eagerly with war cries on their lips.
"They are eager for battle." She commented.
"They are dogs and fools."
Charg withdrew a curved dagger and handed it to Mageline. "Use it well. The glyphs I have carved in the sacrificial chamber are enchanted to respond to the will of the knife wielder. They are powerful enchantments, but will not last long."
She smiled as she looked over the sinister design of the blade.
"Charg?" she asked. "What will Lord Mantorg give me as a reward?"
The sounds of battle echoed down the corridors. Charg looked at her with suspicious eyes.
"I do not know, human. Whatever his will for you might be, you can be assured great power will be a part of it."
The answer was vague, but it would have to do. She would know soon enough anyway.
The sounds of battle were over.
"What can the glyphs do?"
Now Charg smiled. "Oh, you will feel it when you enter."
They turned to the doorway. Within a few minutes the Night Elf Druid and the battleworn Paladin entered.
After only a moment of silence Charg spoke, "Let it begin."