The garrison cheered at my words. Chanting they stood with Marcus Moonbrook. I grinned.

There was no question in my ability to get these people to rebel. The hard part was finding a way to get them to accept a practitioner of dark magics as their leader.

Then it came to me. Brotherhood. These people were nothing if not closely knit. If I established myself as both one of them, and the person who killed of VanCleef, there was no sin too great for me to commit.

An elven dark mage they would be grateful towards, but forever suspicious of. A dark mage from Westfall however? They would worship. And worship they did.

Even now they tossed the standard of Stormwind at my feet, chanting the name I had chosen. I always liked Marcus. It had a kingly feel to it, and Rick's presence had given me a bit of a bias toward human naming convention.

I watched as soldiers sworn to king Varian Wrynn tore the tabards from their chest's before tossing them alongside the flags that were even now being taken down.

The soldiers weren't from Westfall, but they had done what they could to save it for more than a decade now. They were just as much people of this land as any other was.

For better or worse Westfall stood alone now. The people had spoken.

They probably wouldnt accept me as king, not yet, but they would listen to me before anyone else. It was a start.

When the crowd died down enough for me to be heard I spoke.

"It seems you would have me then. Its time we decided how to pull this land together." I gestured to the Tower looming over the fortress.

With the majority of the men in full plate armor I strode to the closest thing this place had for a command post like I owned the place. Soon I would.

It wasn't long before I sat at a table with a map of Westfall strewn over it, discussing the next move of our people. The leader of the garrison, Gryan Stoutmantel stood across from me.

I hadn't known a paladin was the one responsible for assembling the peoples militia, but it seemed the peoples discontent was shared with him.

Luckily enough my story hit home with him, or this body might not have survived the fort for very long.

He looked to me seriously, years of military experience and his time as the only leader to the citizens of Westfall showing clear as day. "The gold you brought to us, and the purge of the Deadmines puts Westfall in a better position than its been in for years, but as I'm sure your aware our problems haven't yet ended."

I nodded, allowing him to continue.

"There are still many Bandits wandering the country side, robbing and pillaging even now. Rumor has it they even have presence in the abandoned mines. Some may leave the country once they realize whats happened, but many will stay and try to reestablish themselves."

He was right, hell, many of them might even try and go back into the Deadmines. Not that that was an issue. They walk into my house they wont be a problem long.

"Even without them, Gnoll warbands have been killing whatever happens to be left. Most of them have taken to using the land as their new territory since it's without concentrated defenders"

That was an issue I hadnt considered. Gnolls were a vicious and numerous race of hyena men. The only reason they didn't exist as a world wide threat was an incredible lack of unity.

A Gnoll would fight to the death with another over the size of its shadow. They traveled in packs led by the most brutal of their kind. They would need to be pushed out for anything to get done around here.

Fortunately most packs wouldn't have numbers larger than fifty at a time unless a particularly vicious leader came about.

"We can handle this if we do it right. Once the land is cleared of the worst of it we can start to rebuild, and that wealth is more than enough if we use it right."

It was a considerable amount of gold. Nearly a tenth of what my actual treasury held. The Defias had more than made up for any money Stormwind had once denied them.

Probably by a hundred fold at this point. Whatever talk of being cheated was mostly propaganda at this point.

"Gather your forces and focus on taking care of the Gnolls and any bandits you can find in the process. In the meantime I'll personally handle clearing out the concentrations of bandits in the local mines."

The paladin nodded, motioning to a lieutenant to start gathering his men, before looking back to me. "These people won't forget what you've done for them, Marcus. Neither will I."

I shook the mans hand. "It's my home too. I can't stand aside if I have the power to help things along."

The mines were well defended, but they likely weren't prepared for necromancy. It would be easy enough to clear them out and have either zombies or Westfall citizens tend to them.

I had entered Sentinel hill a threat to be feared and hated. I had left a hero to a burgeoning nation, eager to seperate themselves from a kingdom that would not protect them.

I knew what needed to be done and exactly how to do it. This country would have a necromancer for a king soon, and there wasn't a single thing Stormwind could do about it.