*Thoughts* "Speech" [Spells] 'Sounds'

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything apart from some of descriptions, memories, lines, and Greh'tor with Mer'shorn and Kigami. The same goes for Yiriks, Megtern and Heth'nor Snakejaw. The rest is owned by Blizzard. Including Nazgrel and Drek'thar. And Elwyn, both the Town and the Forest. And shamed be ye that know not of Aedelas Blackmoore, even through he is of no real importance in the story... For now! I do own Erryl and the bandit twist for Blackmoore though... And I own Habarouth! It's mine! All mine, I tell you! Muwhahahahahahaah! Well, it's not really that much, but I do own something at least...

And excuse me for the long delay! And for this chapter, as it does not seem to be what I intended it to be...

GalthroxKun: Well, I think its Medivh, M-e-d-i-v-h, and it means Keeper of Secrets on the language of the Highborn Elves.

Darthh: May be, may be... And it's Thrall, not Thull.

Darth: Its FROSTWOLF clan, not Whitewolf or Forestwolf Clan, and they are not the only clan not controlled by these two - there are always the savage cannibalistic Bonechewers.

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Chapter Sixteen: Spire of Dark.

The spire was now closer and closer, as the riders in white furs, with katana blades unsheathed just in case - this was the manner of the Wolf Raiders - and on white northern wolves of Draenor.

The sun was already setting down, not far from the majestic yet somehow threatening mountain - its peak was now invisible to the naked eye. Through the mist, a muscular rider with a very long katana which had some old Orcish symbols carved into it has noticed that it would be almost impossible to climb up on a wolf or even on foot.

As he looked around again, he decided to ask council from Kigami, who seemed to be old enough to see even the beginning of Draenei Wars.

"How will we climb this spire, master Kigami?" - He inquired.

"Now, now, no need to get formal with me there, lad" - Mer'shorn could have sworn that Kigami winked at him - "However I am afraid we will have to leave our wolves behind, and sheath our blades - we will have to climb up if at least to see what is on top, and besides, we will get a good view of the situation from there..."

"But how much time will it take?"

"As impatient as always, I see... seeing as much of us here are good and young warriors, then if we really concentrate on it, then it will take us less then a hour."

"And what of our steeds?"

"They will return to our call if they do run off, and then, exercise may help them - and I am sure everything will be fine..."

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Climbing up the mountain, the blades strapped to their backs, the Frostwolf warriors indeed didn't have many problems, while the edge of the spire was still to be seen. No looking around or down, they only looked up, as they struggled not to fall all the way down. No place where they could rest was in sight.

In the end, it was decided that half of them will stay to guard the wolves and all the not-necessary equipment. Kigami was to stay with them, as he was, as he admitted "too old" to climb up the spire. Mer'shorn however went with the rest of his warriors...

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The middle-aged Orc, in light armor and the blade behind him, did not look up or down. He would just grasp to the stone, and try to advance. The Frostwolves were helpless in the mountains, but due to odd luck, there was no one to kill them.

*This is an insane task! We could just as easily scout out the lands that we could see from there on our wolves! But I guess I should not question my commands...*

If he had looked around, he would see that the others also had the same problems. Some of them even took off the wolf furs and some parts of their armor before climbing up. And almost none of them could see the logic of this.

The thoughts of the raider were broken, as one of the younger Orcs yelled out something from above.

".ves!" - He heard - "Caves!"

*Caves?*

And then the powerful voice of Mer'shorn asked, slightly above - "What are you talking about?"

And the first raiders began to climb up right into the cave, only a small strip of mountain ground actually outside of it...

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Several strange and gargantuan silhouettes have slowly walked through the stone entrance, creating a lot of noise as they went. Near them, a caped figured sneaked into the cave, and after pushing a stone button, the entrance into the mountain was closed with even more noise as stone hit the ground - an ancient device developed by the previous inhabitants of the secret tunnel. The other couldn't care less, as they marched through the seemingly forgotten tunnel, forgotten because of a trick - a simple illusion of horror and the effect of rumors - and producing almost the same noise as the closing of the door. Strangely, they did not speak, and perhaps did not even breathe. And the new battle for the Blackrock Spire was about to begin, for the first time in centuries...

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And a warning to Warcraft purists: the storyline is about to change greatly, and to go on a different path from the real Warcraft storyline.

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Edit: The chapter after this will be for free to compensate for the lack of updates, and because that this one was a rather crappy one.

Once again, I apologize, because I was ill later.