Fylrae trembled, now they're alone. It was just now her, Thark, and Kuura in search for Alura. She knew they're close to where she is. Looking back to her fellow companions who fought the others to buy them time. They need to make it count so that they would be a success in what they have come for, saving Alura from their clutches, especially when the draenei herself is in a very delicate situation regarding the life inside of her.

Also, she wanted closure, she wants closure between him and her, when her own flesh and blood left her more than a decade ago, all this time believing he was dead until finding out he had joined Illidan. And now he is back, she's desperate for that closure between them.

As her thoughts focused on the situation and goals that must be accomplished, she felt her loyal pet, Kuura stop in her tracks. Taking an aggressive stance as she growled on what was now in front of them. The very growl that brought her out of her trance of deep thinking to look forward. There standing guard at the door that possibly lead to the Draenei, was her own Twin himself. Staring at them with fierce demonic eyes that glowed behind a blind cloth.

"Look like we be have to get past the lad once more for Alura." the Dwarf commented, hopping of the Warsaber and drawing two of his flintlocks in preparation for another fight with the Demon Hunter.

She spoke no words, she only hopped off of her friend and readied her bow and arrow. Taking aim towards her older twin brother. Daken in returned drew his duel warblades from his back and prepared another fight between the dwarf and his younger sibling.


Finan kept on the defensive. His only offense was keeping on casting Arcane blasts while summoning water elementals in hopes that his machinery would burn out against the waters.

In the meantime it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hit the Goblin's the robotic extra limbs on the Tinker's back allowed him to move all across the wall with great speed. Being able to perfectly dodge each Arcane blast while using a gun barrel on his shoulder to shoot magic fireballs to kill the water elements the gnome would summon.

The gnome needed a more electrical approach to his attacks. Summoning once more a water elemental before shocking it with his electrical magic, putting it in the most potent situation as a destroyer on who ever touches it. And with a flick with his finger the elemental began running down the standing machinery, exploding at the impact, shocking it, smelling the smoke come out from its gears as the clockwork goes down, burnt.

"No!" The goblin reacted, having to lost one would disrupt his rhythm in the battle between the two races. Using his arm to command the drones to grab the burnt machine back to his lab, but not without a cost as Finan's arcane blasted through the robots furthering their destruction, putting the goblin at a handicap, finally beginning to turn the tide in his favour. But the goblin didn't give up as he came in here prepared. Clicking a button, his tinkers began to vibrate strongly, making the magnitude was enough to keep on interrupting his spells as he is always unable to finish his chant.

The goblin run him down as he got the opportunity. Flipping over the tide back to his favor as he used his gears to close in their distance, finally landing to his position. A mistake that cost him. Looking down to his feet, the gnome used his magic to melt the rocks beneath him right before he could vibrate the ground, and freezed the trapped feet of the Tinker, putting to a halt of his vibrations.

"Got yo-" immediately a metal claw shot out from the Goblin's left hand and grabbed the Gnome by the throat, holding up effortlessly in the air, the gnome squeezed his hands on the claw trying to make him let go.

"Did you think I go down that easily?" the Goblin asked before taking his hood, mask, and goggles off. Revealing his face to be mostly clockwork robotic itself.

"How the hell are you-"

"This isn't my real body. As a techno mage Epic Tinker I can put my consciousness into a machine, vehicle or suit of steam armor and command it to move as if we're inside it. Such as this mechanic body I made years ago. I can control the device completely, often able to force a device to do things of which it is otherwise incapable, since my mind controls it directly. Observe." Jiink explained before suddenly the apparent body's eyes stopped flashing green and self destructed in front of Finan. Sending sharp pieces of shrapnel through his shoulder, knee, and other different parts of his body.

Luckily Finan was able to activate a arcane barrier to protect the shrapnel from hitting his most vital areas. Nevertheless it could not save him from some pieces of the shrapnel hitting through other places. Leaving him a bad bloody mess.

As he tried to take a healing potion for his wounds to at least try and stop the bleeding, the whole room sudden came alive as the biggest and most powerful looking Goblin Shredder soon entered the room. One with Four arms each equipped with four metal razor sharp claws and other forms of weapons.

"Such as this!" spoke the Goblin through the microphone of the giant machine.

"Damnit…."


"I a shadow master." Quon repeated as he hurled boulders he dug from the ground with his inhuman strength through his powers called his 'chi' where it gave him incredible super human strength along with his great size and speed.

"I'mon you be not hittin me, you be hittin air whenever you hurl mon." The troll taunted, hurling daggers in an unknown area in the shadows in a difficult angle where it sometimes grazes the panda, but mostly dodged by the panda, but the troll has all the time in the world where he can , wait out the panda. "Mon, the cave ceiling at this level mon is two feet, you betcha you ain't gon see me."

The Panda smiled. "Only two feet?" His smile suddenly erupts form his face. "This will be grizzly!" He suddenly jumped up towards the wall, using his chi to plant his feet on the ceiling upside down as he began pounding on the not so thick cave ceiling, causing the troll to be sent down to the ground as he lost balance on the shadows because of the powerful vibrations that the panda had been producing because of him borrowing to the ceiling.

"Mon, you be smart, but I ain't letten yea!" The Troll roared, jumping on towards the panda to deliver a kick.

Quon anticipated the troll, as the troll left himself from the shadows to be opened on the little light, causing Quon to act upon. Loading up his rear end Quon pushed himself from the ceiling with his feet before turning over the troll, putting his rear end to the front, crashing down on the troll. "Cannon ball!" Quon exclaimed as his rear end made contact with the troll's back.

Kor could feel his back almost break by the Panda's weight and the speed of the impact, but the natural resiliency of trolls had saved his life. But it was not enough as Quon picked him up from the ground and slams him down. Quon seems to be limping towards the Troll, his rear end's impact had put some toll on his body, but it was enough to reach the troll who slumped in the ground.

Curling his hands both to fist he raised them both up in the air. "Pandamoniu-" A fireball hit his face.

Troll bide his time to move out of the way out of harm's way as cultists that numbered around three came out to help the troll in the small skirmish.

Kor rised up and smirked at the panda. "Mon, you be startin ot un away now nowin you be fighting four of us."

Quon looked at them and frowned. "Aaaah'll be keepin myself around." He said before jumping up on to them, landing a kick to a cultist that sent him hurling down to the floor. It wasn't easy for Quon to fight in such a dark place, and whatever light that he had saw was just out of pure instinct. But nonetheless he jumped back out to the ceiling and resumes pounding on to the ceiling, finally causing a crack that made the light seep out from it.

A knife landed on his paw.


The Father and Son clashed in thunder. Serid using all his might from the strength of his ancestors, but was proving to be bested by his older opponent whom of which raised him as his own son for so long when he was just a foal. Strong hands clutched his horns, using it as leverage to control his large head. Even with his size, even with his own strength, his own teacher, his father was proving to be more than capable of handling that disadvantage as Urak used Serid's head as leverage. But never once did Serid take a blow, for Urak had stayed his hand rather and refrain himself from striking the young tauren whom he called a son.

Serid shakes his head, but once more he felt his hand grip the top of his head before sending him down to the ground, almost restraining him completely, but if it wasn't for his wits that he learned from him he would have gotten restrained by then. He shakes his arms and lifted up himself from the ground and began shaking his shoulders.

All awhile Serga witnessed their clash. It was a risk that the two need to take fight Serid in a traditional Mak'gora and be restrained through it. She knew the stubbornness of her brother, and even if they had take him on and defeated him easily, he would still leave home and get himself in a situation like this, because of his possible delusion of the Burning Legion returning. But also if once defeated in a traditional challenge such as this, Serid has too much pride not to honor such defeat and agreement.

"That mad tyrant Garrosh has changed history in his bid for mad conquest against the Alliance. His actions will doom us all to the wrath of the Burning Legion. We cannot beat the Legion by ourselves." Serid spoke, throwing another hook punch towards his orc father.

Urak blocked the attack but due to his son being bigger and physically stronger, even guarding against his attacks also did damaged and hurt. "This is not what I have raised you Serid! We do not go and become rebels when there are still good people!" The orc shouted, still holding him down even as his energy began to wear down due to Serid's large frame.

Serga on the other hand become ever more weary as time passes by for them. The sounds of stutters and approaching footsteps were starting to appear, yet she cannot interfere with their occasion.

"I had no Choice! No one not even my master Thrall would listen to what I have been shown. This Death Knight was the only one able to listen and have the desire to stop them! You know me enough that I would not stoop this low without knowing so much was in stake!" the young Tauren male spoke, delivering a low kick to the Orc's shins. The impact causing the Orc to lose his balance and fall to his knees.

Serga could no longer become silent as the thunders of their steps become ever more louder. "Father, they're coming! If we let them through then the others would be overwhelmed!" She warned as she channeled her powers to summon a rock formation, locking down the door with the stone granite. It would buy them time but it would not last.

"The Horde and the Alliance have been at each other's throats for years. Garrosh's actions with the destruction of Theramore would prove to destroy any chances of peace with them. Yes we work together with them now but only to stop him. But you think we're just going to suddenly put aside years of bad blood and become friends because you say the Burning Legion will return!" Urak lectured, again blocking another of his son's attack but failed to block a surprise punch to his ribs.

"The Burning Legion will destroy this world if they do not unite. And if they won't join together peacefully then by force is the only necessary step we must take!"

Serga was rattled as already the cultist are borrowing away with the rock formation. Any second now they will be in the room, and with the wide space they will easily surround them. "Father! They're almost here!" Serga raised as she struggled to put on more rocks at the blocked door, as they chipped away.

Urak heard his daughter's cries and looked at Serid closely, his eyes narrowing down onto him as he put his hand on his face and pushed him in a wall. "The decision is on you son." He said before pulling away, grabbing his weapon, never even bothering to wear his armor as he immediately went up to Serga and stood by with her.

Serid watched in ponder, struggling to know where to align himself. It be his family, the one who raised him from the ground up, or the ones that he is with now whom he knows would help the world.


She only had rested her head on the fine lean wood of the bed. Surrounded by the cushions of the mattress, the pillows, all the things that she needed for the sake of comfort. She was unmoving, expressionless, only the movements of her hands to rub her stomach with motherly affection was the only thing that she would do. Her eyes just focused on her stomach, watching her skin bulge as the child inside her kicked. Alura had nothing to do but to only put her attention to the only thing she has. Not even the array of sounds outside disturbed her, nor did she concern for it. Already there's nothing for her here other than her baby, which she decided to name Theia permanently, delving into the thought that it was truly indeed a girl. And with that it was more than enough for her.

When they took Larkon away it left her cold, cold on the inside, now only responding to her maternal instincts of protecting the baby. And with that she doesn't care, if they still proceed to murder her for some ritual, the only thing that she values now is the baby, and no other outside force would take that from her like they had took Larkon away from her.

She shed no tear, no whimper, and did not cry when Larkon had been taken. Her eyes only responded in sheer anger, sheer dismay, sheer disgust, but then in the end indifference when she knows now tears would do nothing for her but to only stress her out more and endanger her baby, and she would not let it lead to that.

A door opened, and Alura was about to lash out or tell them off, but it wasn't the everyday horrible cultists that she always meet during this time of our. It was the lady cultist that the Death Knight had used as some sort of servant. Alura differentiated her mannerisms, she was quiet. "What are you doing here?" Alura asked, her voice didn't entertain any hate nor some sort of disgust towards the young cultists.

The cultist leaned down, placing a silver platter on the side of the bed before taking her cloak off her head to finally reveal fully her appearance. She had pale skin, and a short pointy ears, different from high elves and a beautiful noble face that surprised Alura herself, she would assume she is a half-elf. "Lord Lazarus wishes to bring you some luxurious food, he said that the intruders outside may have caused you great stress and wishes to help you relax." She said softly. Alura could clearly see that the cultist was young, all too young in human terms, probably had just escaped her teenage years.

Intruders, that's what on Alura's mind. It was just probably men of the former leader of the Defias Brotherhood wanting to take the fortress as theirs. But nonetheless she didn't think about the chances of escaping in this situation. She had spent enough time in here to know that. "What is your Master doing now?" Alura probed, looking at the young cultist. She felt a bit compassionate to her.

"He is with the Blood elf, waiting for the intruders….." She replied, just as she was going to leave, Alura caught her arm.

"Child, why are you with such people? I know now judging from your manners, and the look in your eye you only had been with them because it drove you forcibly." Alura guessed, looking at her with narrowed concerning look.

The cultist looked back and frowned. "Please forgive me, I had only followed my father's footsteps. He was a high-elf and I had followed him because that's what he said was best for me, to join with him. Now he is dead and I have nothing to follow for, only to Lord Lazarus now…" She curled and slowly and softly takes her arm free.

"What is your name?" Alura asked.

"Mara…"

"How long ago did your father die?" the Draenei Priestess asked.

"Long ago. I am a Half-elf born, formerly fathered by a High Elf and mothered by a human. They both had died long ago." She said.

"What is it that you find different from this Death Knight compared to the Twilight Hammer?"

She hid from her cloak and softly answered. "He is kind…..I was never destined to be a cultists. I was just a slave ever since my father died…..just a slave."

Alura took the half elf's words into serious thought. From what she has seen from the Death Knight's memories as a former Paladin, the way he has kindly treated her, and his words to shape a better world from those in power who abuse the weak without regret or consequences. People like Moira back in Stormwind.

"Does he truly believe by doing this he will make this world better? Do you believe he will make this world a better place?" Alura asked.

She shakes her head. "I do not know, I'll just follow him for that's the only thing I know." She answered.

Alura was silent for a long moment. Taking a seat on the edge of her bed gently to take a sip of tea that was one of the many special luxurious foods the half elf had brought her. "Perhaps, he is right, in a way. I don't agree with his methods and I do think he has become delusional. But I will agree, this world is filled with suffering because of some in charge who abuse their power…" She spoke softly, taking a sip of tea which immediately for some reason began to make her body relax and calm down to the point that it was almost as if all her stress and worry vanished.

"Lord Lazarus himself made this for you himself. The tea is mixed with some special herbs meant to calm and relax you from all stress so your baby will not be hurt from the possibility of over stress. It's old recipe that he made himself back when he was a Human Paladin for the SIlver Hand." Mara mentioned softly.

"Then tell him It made me relax." She said. She wasn't going to tell him thank you because still Larkon is still in her mind.

With a soft bow, the half elf turned to take her leave from the room to give the Draenei her privacy.

Alura watched her leave the room. She somewhat reminded her of her own shyness once. It brought her some memories, good memories to add so. But just as she turned her head, she began to feel dizzy, her eyes becoming heavy as she felt weak. She gathered some strength and turned on to the obvious culprit. Picking up the tea mug she smells what it's substance was, but was all too late when she collapse on the bed. Dropping the mug, and straining her dress as she was put into a forced yet very peaceful deep sleep.

Outside Alura's room, Mara walked a few steps down the hallway. There waiting for her, she found Lazarus standing calmly. "I did what you have asked my Lord." She said, bowing her head down before the Death knight put a cold metal clawed hand on her shoulder.

"Go to the Blood Elf child, tell him that he needs to build a portal for you in the swampy ruins should this issue goes anymore south. And when you go through you'll meet a dark ranger, tell her Eldon sent me here to stay, and she'll let you be with." He said.

"As you wish my lord." Mara bowed her head once more. Yet just as she was about to leave to do as she was told, she felt the Death Knight gently stop her by giving her something.

"Look after it for me while I'm gone." was all Lazarus spoke before making his way out of the hallway.

Confused, the half elf opened her hand to see what her master had requested for her to do personally for him. It came a bit of a shock when she discovered it was the small very old music box she would catch him time to time listening to for hours on.

"I will do my best." She bowed once more, this time in a frantic pace before running down on the hallway to meet Kreus.