Here it is pplz the Mini-Boss sequence XD Oh god I'm go giddy right now because people want to read this apparently. Again, I thank you people for liking to read this piece of literature of mine and I hope that I don't disappoint in the future.

Well, not disappoint most then because doing that for everyone is impossible. So I'll just tend to people like you, reading this right now.

So here we go: Team Alliance (Eidolon, Jaina, Arthas, 5 Footmen + the Captain, two priests and the dwarf demo-brothers Bible and Boble) VS Team Undead (7 skeletons, 4 ghouls and The Abomination Mini-Boss) fighting near Granary Warehouse (!WARNING HEAVY BLIGHT DETECTED! +Regen to all Undead Units, +AttackSpeed to All Undead Units, +MovementSpeed to All Undead Units)

FIGHT!

Chapter Five: Princes and Plagues and Ogres, Oh My! –Finale

The footmen stood in a line, shields locked into place as they awaited the oncoming wave of undead headed for them. It was a few seconds of anticipation before they collided with them at speeds faster then normal, but what really got them surprised was when the ghouls –the deformed skeletons- actually jumped over the defensive line to get at the Healers. "Jaina! Danger close." With a nod from the blond woman, she held a hand out before her and shot out her Cone of Cold, only freezing one of them that she finished off with a barrage of Blizzard. Two of them broke away from the push to get at Eidolon's, who knew that he had to be cautious at what spells he uses and the ones to fit the situation would give him away to the others.

Luckily intervention came in the form of Arthas, who saw the kill-team going for the priests and rushed from the front, ordering the men to hold their ground as he used his trusty hammer to knock one ghoul's head clean off, making it fly a few yards before rolling on the ground a bit more and down a rabbit hole. Seeing the skull's trajectory, Eidolon gave a thumb's up to Arthas. "Good shot sir!" Getting a grin in response, Arthas hardened himself as he looked to the oncoming Abomination. "We can't let that thing breach the line. Jaina?" Without a word, she conjured a Ring of Frost in the blighted pathway of the juggernaut, making contact with it and got its foot frozen in place, losing its sense of balance and falling on its stomach. "Now Eidolon!"

The young warlock charged up the runes in Javelin and prepared to launch the longsword, aiming right where its skull-

He froze, his body pulsing in pain and forcing him to go on one knee. He wasn't sure why this was happening, but he soon heard a chuckle ringing in his head. It was high pitched and sounded like it was enjoying his pain. "Let's see how you do when it's just you, eh? I need to make sure that our new master is capable of outwitting his adversaries even if it's against all odds..." Before he could question what the voice meant he looked to see that his leg had a meathook attached to a long chain from the abomination's smaller arm. "Oh shi-"

Feeling a tug shot pain through his system, barely hearing the horrified scream from Jaina and shouts from the footmen and priests as he was dragged from behind the line and onto the blighted turf. He barely managed to roll away from an oncoming cleaver when his leg was freed up but bloodied. He cursed himself for not taking any health potions when Jaina offered them from the Health fountain and charged up an Immolate….. Only for nothing to happen. "What?" The shock costed him as he was sent flying via giant fist of decaying mass.

Jaina looked on horrified as she knew that something was very wrong; she felt the build-up of his Fel Energy but noticed that nothing came out of it. Whatever happened prior to getting hooked into close combat with that Abomination seemed to have negated his ability to cast spells. Leaving him with… the Javelin was still laying on the ground where he got pulled in from. With unabated fury she began to spam frostbolts and summoned forth her Water Elemental ((FINALLY I GET TO SEE SOME ACTION)) to try and end the attack on their front quickly. Her body felt renewed with the determination to get back to Eidolon as quickly as possible, as he needed her help now more than ever. He would not die here if it was the last thing she did!

Eidolon for one was cursing out loud words that would make an Alliance navy office blush as he ran circles around the Abomination, finding it to be a lot faster and reacting more quickly than he expected of its size. 'Checklist review: Can't cast spells, so there goes eighty percent of my arsenal out the window, and the Javelin is back past the defensive line. AND I hear voices in my head screwing with me like this is some comedic play! Well, screw you too voices-in-my-head!' He rolled backwards from the oncoming cleaver that almost bisected him, propping himself upright on the blighted turf. He noticed that, for whatever reason, the Abomination was starting to slow down and become sluggish, making him wonder if the dead really did feel exhaustion. 'Don't be stupid of course they don't, which means that whatever was giving him that boost is power is either in wearing off or-!' He noticed that they were getting farther away from the granary warehouse that was the source of the heavy bilght in the area. 'Of Course! The Grains that are causing this blight is still stored in the warehouse. Which means…! Yes, we can still win this.'

He ran towards the abomination and, after channeling Fel energy into his legs he jumped over and landed a heavy kick onto its head, making it fall backwards. Having bought himself some time he made a run for the granary warehouse and managed to climb ontop of it. In position, he spotted the two dwarfs, whom were waiting for an open target as they couldn't risk their mortar hitting friendlies. Perfect. He whistled loudly which got their attention, as well as Jaina's, as he started screaming at the top of his lungs. "HEY BIBLE, BOBLE: KHAGUN MENU PENU RUKHS AND OZIRUM MENU SELEKU!"*

The Humans had no idea what he was saying, but whatever it was it had royally pissed off the dwarves. "HOW DARE YOU! NO BODY INSULTS OUR MOTHER AND SPOONS AND GETS TO LIVE! BIBLE, TAKE AIM AT THAT LITTLE-" He didn't get to finish as his brother was already taking aim and lit the fuse. Seconds later the mortar was fired, sending its shell high into the air before it arched down on their intended target; Eidolon and by extension the warehouse. Quickly he ran off the roof and was rolling on the ground running, while the granary warehouse behind him was soon hit by the mortar shell. It seemed that they were packing something special because when it went through the roof and went off the entire structure was blown apart, resulting in a mushroom cloud and the earth quaking under their feet as the only evidence that it was once a building.

The effects weren't exactly immediate but it was noticed; the remaining skeletons were moving more sluggish and not patching themselves together anymore, which allowed the captain and his footmen to take the rest of them out with ease as Jaina sighed with relief, before noticing that the Abomination was still alive. "EIDOLON!" Looking back to see the hulking undead at the apex of his swing, the young warlock attempted to shield himself from the oncoming death, but only heard the sound of steel hitting something much harder. Looking up he saw that he was surrounded in a golden see-through bubble that deflected the attack completely. "What the?"

"CHARGE!" It was then that a blast of Holy Light inflicted heavy damage upon the Abomination and Arthas, along with the footmen and Captain, charged forward and began an onslaught of sword- and hammer-strikes against it, before a larger FrostBolt came flying in and obliterated the head, making the remaining corpse fall forward in a head before quickly decaying until nothing but bone was left. Seeing that the fight was over, Eidolon fell backwards only to be caught by Jaina who hugged him fiercely. He could hear her trying to choke down a sob while muttering "you big idiot" several times before calming down and setting his head on her lap, where the priests began to tend to his wounds.

"Wait, what about the-" The captain laughed off his concern before answering. "Did you hit your head or something? You just took on that hulking abomination by yourself, with no spells and no weapon until we pulled your arse out of the fire. Reckless and stupid if you ask us, but you kept it at bay until we could deal with the smaller ones, otherwise we'd all be walking corpses. You have our thanks… Sir."

He looked to the high elves next, whom shook their heads before speaking. "While we did indeed use a lot of our mana to keep the men fighting, it would have been much worse if you hadn't committed to such a brave, but reckless act. Once again, you have our gratitude for your sacrifice, Sir Eidolon. Now please relax and we will have your wounds healed shortly."

Finding that he was on a losing battle by arguing with them about it, he complied before Jaina drew his attention above him. "You know, if Hawke heard about you losing your grip on your longsword…" Groaning, he looked up to her with slight panic. "Please don't tell Master Hawke; I can't stand another one of his remedial lessons!" Jaina 'hmm'ed out loud like she was debating on it, making him panic more until she shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, I won't tell him… on one condition. Next time, when I offer you a health potion, you are to nod your head, say 'yes milady', and take it without any complaining. Got it?" "Deal."

Arthas for one was stuck wondering about the necromancer that got away and the seething jealousy of Jaina dotting on the injured Eidolon, like they were together or something. He was starting to see that the feelings she once had for him were pretty much all but gone now, and at some point had him replaced with this young man. Just who was this Eidolon? Why was he closer to Jaina than he was? And what did the High Elves mean when they called him 'Sir', like he was a well-respected person to them? They hardly respected anyone outside of Quel'Thalas except for royalty (which was a given) and an even smaller circle of individuals whom were a part of fighting the orcs off from burning down their homeland's forests.

Deciding to put his growing personal problem aside for now, the Crown Prince stepped forth and glared at Eidolon. "Just who was that robed man? It seemed like you knew him personally Eidolon. Friend of yours?" Jaina for one did not like how Arthas was short of interrogating her injured friend and, since she was still on 'protect' mode, snapped back at him. "The robed man was Kel'Thuzad, an ex-archmage of the Kirin Tor, and former member of The Six. We haven't seen or heard of him since he had fled Dalaran when Kirin Tor agents discovered that he was dabbling in Necromancy, which made the skeletons we fought today, as it had been deemed as forbidden. But those strange skeletons and that Abomination…. Just how far did he dabble into the art to attain that kind of power?"

Now refocusing on the plague and what it was causing, along with who was involved, Arthas looked down the path where the necromancer and his acolytes ran off to. "Well, it's a good bet that we'll find him, and our answers, in Andorhal. How soon can he be ready to move?" The Priests looked over the warlock's current state and replied. "Due to the damage done to his leg and his exertion with it, it will take several minutes to make it useable." Nodding his head at the answer, he turned to the foot soldiers. "Alright men, take a break for now but be prepared to move at a moment's notice."

With that, the footmen, captain, Bible, Boble and Arthas began to settle down near the town square of what remained of Brill, giving some privacy for Jaina, Eidolon and the priests as she began her own little interrogation. "Alright, so mind explaining what just happened? You were about to throw the Javelin and then you just… froze. Then you couldn't cast any of your spells." 'Leave it to Jaina to spot something that everyone else would miss.' "Antonidas was right; you really do have an inquisitive mind Jaina. As for what happened…!" His demon-sensing ability, which he had forgotten was still on, picked up on something that drew his attention to the left near the grain fields and saw a short being walking up to the small group, his body mostly on fire and two sets of horns on his head. He was short enough to reach his thigh as he heard that same chuckle that he recalled rang in his head before.

"Serah Eidolon, At last we finally meet in person." Jaina and the priests grabbed their staffs and prepared themselves for a fight. "Now now, let's not get hasty here. I didn't come here for a fight." Eidolon glared at the little demon before speaking. "So, I finally get to see a real demon before me. Who summoned you? Why are you here?" The little demon chuckled before breaking out into full-on laughter. "I can't really tell you who summoned me here, but I've been in this world for almost ten years now. See, when I was summoned here, I was never dismissed, so I never really left. For nine years we've been watching you grow and become powerful. By all rights, you are strong…. But eventually something bigger and badder comes along and almost squishes you like an insect. So I bided my time, and the opportune moment has finally shown itself."

Jaina looked confused now, but refused to put down the staff or leave Eidolon alone as she questioned the Fel Imp. "'Opportune moment'? Why did you wait so long then instead of presenting yourself when you had the chance?" The imp shrugged before pacing around. "There is a saying that I heard from a dwarf during my time hiding here, and I believe it fits perfectly for this; gold flows when I talk and when I shut up. In short, there is a time and place for everything, but all other moments where I could show myself were just at the wrong time or place. Now, let's get back on track: I wish to make a deal with you, Eidolon. You see, unlike most demons you may have heard about, there are a few that are willing to offer a binding contact so that they may taste what real freedom is like outside of the Burning Legion. In exchange, we offer our services to the one we are bound to, as well as offer new spells and abilities for when you have the willpower to learn and understand them…. Which I really doubt you're lacking in as your Fel energies are divine in quality, and massive in quantity."

With his piece said, he walked before the warlock and extended a hand to him. "So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?" Jaina was looking between the two in worry; of course the chance to learn more spells and abilities would appeal to Eidolon's sense of protecting people but she personally feared that this 'deal' of the Imp's would come to backfire on her friend. And that was not something she was going to tolerate in the slightest. She saw that he was at his worst today, and would strive to make sure that it didn't happen again, but sometimes the road to hell is paved on good intentions. 'If he strays from his path, I'll just freeze him and dragged his frozen body back on the right course.' Finally, it seemed that Eidolon had made his choice as he spoke up. "Before I decide, I want one question answered. Why? Why offer this deal to me if there were so many other warlocks you could have given your services to?" The imp was quiet for a bit before his high-pitched chuckle rang out again. "True, I could have made this deal with anyone else, instead of biding my time. However, we were asked to offer only to you, as it was my last master's dying wish. And before you ask who, I am not at liberty to tell, as it is not my place to do so. You may have to ask the others… if you can impress them too."

Taking a few more seconds to think, he slowly raised his hand and clasped it over the much smaller appendage. "We have a deal. Can I least have your name if nothing else?" The last question made the Fel Imp grin. 'Oh, shewas right on the mark about this one. Looks like Mal'Krieth owes me some gold when I find him.' He turned into a pillar of flame that soon faded, finally dismissing himself from that plane of existence before speaking aloud. "The name is Kalcifer, and I look forward to see what you will become in the near future…"

With the demon apparently gone, the four sighed with relief before Eidolon turned to the two priests, but was unable to speak before they did. "Do not fret, young Eidolon; no one will know of these events from us, aside from our commanding officer. Dalaran and Silvermoon will need to be informed of this development, but we trust your wisdom and judgement to make full use of this opportunity without straying from your intended goal. Let us return to the others; your leg has been healed but will need time before it can be used in combat again."

With his secret still secured and now new openings to learn made known, Eidolon and the others returned to Brill to regroup with the others. Andorhal was their next destination, and they would need to be prepared for the oncoming storm in the form of the walking dead.

Woohoo! First big fight covered and done, along with gaining the first of the summons: Kalcifer the Fel Imp! Now the reason I say Fel Imp instead of the normal imp is that I'm implying the possibility that demons don't really age, but instead become more powerful over time until they hit their peak, and the variants from WoW's Grimoire of Supremacy seems to be that apex of their power and form. So all of Eidolon's gained summons will be the upgraded version…. Except for the Felhound. There is NO way in hell I'm getting rid of that little guy (He's like a puppy that can eat your face off and not care about it XD) What I'll be doing for that particular one will be revealed further into the story.

Also as I've decided to take another look through the reviews(which is available on my profile but it'll remain blind so as to make all the votes fair and not be pushed to vote for one over the others) and it seems , and that there is a major cluster of you going in favor of Sylvanas (and by extension the Horde). Maybe its because of her slight OOC behavior in the second chapter or some other reason, but I'm not one to judge. Really I'm not; if you guys want to see Sylvanas/Eidolon really happen then that's good on you; just make sure it gets noticed on either comments and/or the poll and I'll be sure to make it count when the time comes for the Final Decision. Some of you even provided some valid reasons to make it happen (I for one am not sure on how other stories have pairings with Syl but I'm not gonna get into that so DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT MENTIONING IT!) *Phew*

Anyways,

I would also like to give a shot out to . ?name=Khuzdul#insultsfor providing the insults Eidolon used to agitate the dwarfs as I was thinking on how it would be translated into the Dwarvish tongue. The reason behind this idea is that I recall a quest back in the Lich King expansion about how you were sent out to kill a Vrykul chieftain by making him come down to face you personally. The provided means to do so was some paper containing words that would makehim come down written in the giant's language. Whatever was written on it wasn't explained, but it completely pissed him off, screaming about how you insulted his mother. So…. yea, kudos to Blizzard for that one.

Anyways, as I will quote jacksepticeye, if you liked this story and want more, then hit that like button. In the face. LIKE A BOSS! And Cyber cookies for everyone all around *ding* ooh, there they are. I hope you like the chapter as I'll be starting on the next one very shortly.

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