I guess this turned out less funny than the firts one... Sorry! I'll fix it!!
I just wish to know if someone reads it... no one reviewed so far... T_T
Kel'Thuzad yawned. No researcher had found it possible so far, but the Lich didn't pay too much attention to them and kept yawning. This was a very boring time in Lordaeron, the land some began to name as the Kingdom of the Scourge. Afte all it was true, he wintessed the crowning... Well, not exactly, more like announcing the king. In any case, King Arthas wasn't present here by now. And all his duties now had to be filfilled by him - Kel'Thuzad.
The biggest problem were the rebels in the Capitol. His own troops had to protect their... well, lives. But now, as he felt the outstanding power from the north, his undead gained new courage and moitivation. They were ready to crush the betrayers of the Scourge.
Those demons... Arthas never trusted dreadlords. Seems that he was right. And that old bitch, Sylvanas... "Dark Ranger" she called herself. Taking all the banshee to her side. Kel'Thuzad never liked elves, especially the high ones. How did they name themselves? Ah, the Blood Elves... All are fools. No one can oppose the Scourge and get away with it.
But now that the troops were preapring, he had absolutely nothing to do. And it lasted for at least seven days, he stopped counting already.
'How long will this last?' he asked a necromancer, sighing loudly.
'I don't know, Lich, there's no way to hasten some of our troops.'
'Why?'
'Abominations.'
Kel'Thuzad wanted to sigh again, but he dismissed this plan, when he felt something.
An enormous source of power was heading towards them. It was incoming very fast, and in a second the ground began to shake.
'What the...' the Lich began to say. He didn't finish the question, and the answer he knew.
The Big Hairy Thing came.
'By the Lich King!!'
He rushed out of it's way, as well as the rest of his undead. The monster went on unstopably. It seemed to have no particular path to follow or goal to reach. It just kept on walking forward.
And smashed everything on it's way.
'Protect the wagons!!!' Kel'Thuzad cried. 'Get them out of the way!!!'
Much to his relief, most of the meat wagons - the Scourge main siege weapon, what's funniest - were saved. Abd the monster didn't stop.
'It's heading towards the Capitol...' a crypt fiend announced. 'If it goes on like this...'
'It will smash everything...' Kel'Thuzad finished. If he could, he'd grin. 'The rebel will be shattered...' he laughed softly. 'What an interesting coincidence...' then he turned to his troops and asked loudly: "Anyone injured?'
There was a wave of audiable 'no's and 'ah-ah's. The Lich sighed and turned to the direction the Thing took. It left deep trail after and there was no chance not to find it. Whatever it was, it gave the Scourge a big chance. He can't waste it.
Let's follow it carefully.' he ordered. 'When it reaches the Capitol, we will strike right after it and Sylvanas will have no chance.' he paused and looked north. After a moment, he added: "For King Arthas.'
***
Furion didn't waste time and sent the Blood Elven priest back to Draenor to announce Illidan's return. Hearts of all his folowers were filled with great joy and relief, and soon prince Kael of the Blood Elves and Lady Vashj of the Naga joined their leader in Ashenvale.
It took them only few hours to do so. And, when everything seemed calm and nice, a spellbreaker arrived.
'Lord Illidan,' he began 'our scouts say they've seen Kil'jaeden at the eastern coast!'
Kael and Vashj blinked. Illidan would do so as well, but he wasn't able to.
'Kil'jaeden...' the mage spat. 'Here in Ashenvale...'
'He's after me...' the Hunter said. 'It's got nothing to do with any of you.'
'Furion smiled, although his brother couldn't see it. He patted Illidan few times onb the shoulder.
'But it doesn't mean we don't want to be involved.'
'Huh?'
The druid laughed.
'You alone can never defeat Kil'jaeden. I don't think that your troops would be of much help... But with us, brother, you'd have three armies at your side.
'You think it's enough?' Kael asked.
'It should be.' Tyrande replied. 'etter than nothing, though.'
'Yeah...' added Vashj. 'Let's just hope Kil'jaeden doesn't gather a new Legion...'
Silence.
'He won't... won't he?' Shandris asked slowly.
Again silence.
'In any case, we must be three times more careful.' Shan'do said. 'Not only Kil'jaeden is after Illidan, but also Maiev.' the Hunter growled at the sound of that name. 'And let's not forget,' the druid went on 'that the war with undead is not over yet.'
Tyrande sighed loudly. 'And there's one more thing...' all eyes, even the blind ones, turned to her. 'The monster that brought Illidan here.'
Vashj laughed. 'From what you told me, it's not a monster.'
'Then what would you call it?' the priestess asked irritated.
'Um, I dunno... a... big hairy thing?'
***
'Varimathras!' Sylvanas shouted. 'Hurry up with the defences!!'
The demon was standing on a balcony of the castle, in which once lived King Terenas of Lordaeron. Now the palace belonged to her, the Dark Ranger, who had the power to order a dreadlord. His brothers of the Nathrezim were dead and Arthas' troops had to flee. She controlled the Capitol of the Kingdom of the Scourge. It seemed so perfect two days ago.
But now everything was upside-down.
'I'm trying, my lady.' Varimathas replied. 'But it's getting hard because of this technology we stole from the Alliance...'
Indeed, the dwarven siege engienes were way to slow. It took them half of the day to cross the city. And furthermore no one from Sylvanas' troops know how to operate them. When they run out of fuel, which is hard to get withour dwarves, the engines are useless.
'We need a dwarf...' said the Ranger. 'Now.'
Varimathras blinked.
'Were are we going to get one in Lordaeron?'
'You will find a way.' Sylvanas answered firmly. 'Or else I'm sending you to Khaz Modan on one of my arrows.'
'Won't it break?'
'Your problem.'
The demon sighed. Sylvanas knew his abilities in battle and strategy, but whenever he tried to argue, he lost at the very beginning.
'Then I prefer to cross the ocean on foot.'
'Good luck to you.'
The girl grinned and left the castle. She liked to walk on the Capitol streets without any path. All the green she loved so much - after all she was an elf formerly - has been killed by the blight ground undead need to survive. Even she. The plants couldn't stand such polution, but she had plans. It seems possible to get rid of some of the blight.
Right now her mind was wandering everywhere. She thought about the day, when Arthas had destroyed Quel'Thalas and caused her so much pain. About what she was forced to do under Ner'zhul's control. And about Syl-
She paused. The banshee that were now standing before her looked terrified. An expression of grief isn't anything abnormal for a banshee, but such dread was strnge even now. Before Sylvanas could ask what she wanted, something covered the sun, casting a huge shadow over them all. She slowly took an arrow and prepared herself to shoot. For the first moment she thought it might be something sent here by Kel'Thuzad, for she was sure that he will attack soon, but when she turned around...
Her jaw fell open. Right before - or more like above - her stood the biggest pile of pink fur she ever imagined. It looked at her with cute, puppy-dog eyes with pupils narrow like those of a cat. It smiled and made a mew-like sound... and then reached for Sylvanas.
'Hey!!!' the Ranger screamed as the hand grabbed her. Her bow broke under the pressure. 'Let me go!! VARIMATHRAS!!!'
The demon was already on his way when he heard the call. He stopped petrified, when he saw the Big Hairy Thing holding his mistress. The banshee that witnessed the scene were also too shocked to act. Their silence was interrupted only by sounds of Sylvanas struggling.
Thus the pink creature departed towards the horizon, hoping to find more cure playmates on the next lan it'll see. As for now, it was hugging it's new friend and mewing all the way to coasts of Khaz Modan.
***
'How much?!'
'Sorry, sir, we're having a crisis here and we can't lower the price.'
The elf cursed loudly. 'I don't have that much gold...'
'Rules are rules.' the goblind replied flatly. 'No gold, no transport.'
'Maybe we should try to exchange something?' another elf, efineatly a priest, suggested.
The first one ran his hand through his long golden locks and sighed deeply.
'Like what?' he asked. 'You?'
'How about some potions?' a sorceress asked.
The goblin shook his head. 'Nope.'
The first elf, now getting more and more angry, hit the desk with clenched fists. Much to his surprise, it didn't impress anyone, but he acted like he didn't notice.
'How about I burn your lab if you don't give me a Zeppelin?' he asked through clenched teeth.
'Thanks, mista, we can do it ourselves.
The elf cursed again. 'Then what do you want?'
'Gold.'
The fist that was about to hit the little goblin was stopped by a spellbreaker in mid-air.
'Easy, Lord Sylvos.'
'Easy for you to say, wise guy!!' Sylvos exploded. 'How are we going to get out of here?!'
The spellbreaker was about to answer, when suddenly the gound shook.
***
Meanwhile, Kel'Thuzad sent an air scout to find Arthas and inform him about the latest events in Lordaeron. Right now the Lich and his troops were following the enormous footsteps of the pink horror that nearly smashed them an hour ago.
They passed the remaining of Silverpine Forest, wondering how are they going to cross the mountains. It would take a lot of Zeppelins of any kind, and Kel'huzad didn't suppose that they will be able to find any in a middle of a ghostly wood. And building them would take too much time.
It seemes easier to cross the Lordamere Lake, but still he wasn't sure whether they had enough gold to buy a ship. They could make it with two or three, in the worst case they'd be sailing on tours, but if they had the money...
The only way to be sure is to check, Kel'Thuzad thought.
'Wait for me here.' he ordered his warriors. 'I'll go see if I can get us a transport.'
He departed, having to float (I can't say "walk"...) for several minutes to the nearest goblin shiyard. These goblins drive me mad, he thought and cursed inwardly. But in the middle of his way he's seen a footprint.
A very big footprint. And deep. At least three feet into the ground. The grass in it wasn't even smashed - it was sturbed and created some kind of a muddy green soup. And from the very center something was sticking out.
Kel'Thuzad concentrated to see it in the bright rays. The sun in the whole Azeroth acted suprisingly brightly recently. Anyway, the thing that the Lich has seen were actually a pain of long violet ears, a long green cape and a pair of broken iron wings.
Kel'Thuzad laughed silently. He couldn't tell who that body used to be, but one things was for sure - a night elf. How stupid can you get, let such a Big Hairy Thing smash you...
Wehn he was floating pass the footprint, he heard a loud moan. He turned around instantly to see the elf rise. He should've been expecting that - heroes never die easily. Especially in such pathetic fanfictions. Fortuneatly he knew a bit elvish (Dalaran required a lot of knowledge to join the Kirin Tor - and elves were in the Alliance), so maybe he could talk her not to fight now. His troops would need a few minutes to join.
'Ishnu-alah.' he said calmly.
The girl said something that Kel'Thuzad couldn't understand. It probably was a curse, judging from the way she said it through clenched teeth and spat. Whatever.
'What are you doing here, Lich?' she asked in her language. Her voice was sharp like the knife she was holding.
'Passing by.' Kel'Thuzad answered truthfully. 'Just wanted to get to the dock... And what are you doing here, my lady?'
The elf grinned widely. She straightened up to her full height and took quite a proud pose. For a moment the Lich wished for something heavy to hit her.
'I am Maiev Shadowsong, for your information.' she answered, also very proud of heavens know what. 'I am a Warden and I came to these forsaken lands hunting a powerful demon!'
'Good luck to you.'
Kel'Thuzad turned to leave, when he heard a loud bang. Maiev fell over. He laughed inwardly and asked, his back to the Warden:
'Are you hunting Illidan Stormrage?'
The elf blinked. 'How do you know?'
'Oh, you don't have to worry.'
'What do you mean?'
'The job's been already done.'
***
The Scourge still thinks that the only one, who dared to face King Arthas - Illidan Stormrage - is no more. Will Maiev believe them? What will happn to Sylvanas? Will Kel'Thuzad and his forces defeat the Forsaken? And most of all...
... what are the plans of the Big Hairy Thing...?
END OF CHAPTER TWO
I just wish to know if someone reads it... no one reviewed so far... T_T
Kel'Thuzad yawned. No researcher had found it possible so far, but the Lich didn't pay too much attention to them and kept yawning. This was a very boring time in Lordaeron, the land some began to name as the Kingdom of the Scourge. Afte all it was true, he wintessed the crowning... Well, not exactly, more like announcing the king. In any case, King Arthas wasn't present here by now. And all his duties now had to be filfilled by him - Kel'Thuzad.
The biggest problem were the rebels in the Capitol. His own troops had to protect their... well, lives. But now, as he felt the outstanding power from the north, his undead gained new courage and moitivation. They were ready to crush the betrayers of the Scourge.
Those demons... Arthas never trusted dreadlords. Seems that he was right. And that old bitch, Sylvanas... "Dark Ranger" she called herself. Taking all the banshee to her side. Kel'Thuzad never liked elves, especially the high ones. How did they name themselves? Ah, the Blood Elves... All are fools. No one can oppose the Scourge and get away with it.
But now that the troops were preapring, he had absolutely nothing to do. And it lasted for at least seven days, he stopped counting already.
'How long will this last?' he asked a necromancer, sighing loudly.
'I don't know, Lich, there's no way to hasten some of our troops.'
'Why?'
'Abominations.'
Kel'Thuzad wanted to sigh again, but he dismissed this plan, when he felt something.
An enormous source of power was heading towards them. It was incoming very fast, and in a second the ground began to shake.
'What the...' the Lich began to say. He didn't finish the question, and the answer he knew.
The Big Hairy Thing came.
'By the Lich King!!'
He rushed out of it's way, as well as the rest of his undead. The monster went on unstopably. It seemed to have no particular path to follow or goal to reach. It just kept on walking forward.
And smashed everything on it's way.
'Protect the wagons!!!' Kel'Thuzad cried. 'Get them out of the way!!!'
Much to his relief, most of the meat wagons - the Scourge main siege weapon, what's funniest - were saved. Abd the monster didn't stop.
'It's heading towards the Capitol...' a crypt fiend announced. 'If it goes on like this...'
'It will smash everything...' Kel'Thuzad finished. If he could, he'd grin. 'The rebel will be shattered...' he laughed softly. 'What an interesting coincidence...' then he turned to his troops and asked loudly: "Anyone injured?'
There was a wave of audiable 'no's and 'ah-ah's. The Lich sighed and turned to the direction the Thing took. It left deep trail after and there was no chance not to find it. Whatever it was, it gave the Scourge a big chance. He can't waste it.
Let's follow it carefully.' he ordered. 'When it reaches the Capitol, we will strike right after it and Sylvanas will have no chance.' he paused and looked north. After a moment, he added: "For King Arthas.'
Furion didn't waste time and sent the Blood Elven priest back to Draenor to announce Illidan's return. Hearts of all his folowers were filled with great joy and relief, and soon prince Kael of the Blood Elves and Lady Vashj of the Naga joined their leader in Ashenvale.
It took them only few hours to do so. And, when everything seemed calm and nice, a spellbreaker arrived.
'Lord Illidan,' he began 'our scouts say they've seen Kil'jaeden at the eastern coast!'
Kael and Vashj blinked. Illidan would do so as well, but he wasn't able to.
'Kil'jaeden...' the mage spat. 'Here in Ashenvale...'
'He's after me...' the Hunter said. 'It's got nothing to do with any of you.'
'Furion smiled, although his brother couldn't see it. He patted Illidan few times onb the shoulder.
'But it doesn't mean we don't want to be involved.'
'Huh?'
The druid laughed.
'You alone can never defeat Kil'jaeden. I don't think that your troops would be of much help... But with us, brother, you'd have three armies at your side.
'You think it's enough?' Kael asked.
'It should be.' Tyrande replied. 'etter than nothing, though.'
'Yeah...' added Vashj. 'Let's just hope Kil'jaeden doesn't gather a new Legion...'
Silence.
'He won't... won't he?' Shandris asked slowly.
Again silence.
'In any case, we must be three times more careful.' Shan'do said. 'Not only Kil'jaeden is after Illidan, but also Maiev.' the Hunter growled at the sound of that name. 'And let's not forget,' the druid went on 'that the war with undead is not over yet.'
Tyrande sighed loudly. 'And there's one more thing...' all eyes, even the blind ones, turned to her. 'The monster that brought Illidan here.'
Vashj laughed. 'From what you told me, it's not a monster.'
'Then what would you call it?' the priestess asked irritated.
'Um, I dunno... a... big hairy thing?'
'Varimathras!' Sylvanas shouted. 'Hurry up with the defences!!'
The demon was standing on a balcony of the castle, in which once lived King Terenas of Lordaeron. Now the palace belonged to her, the Dark Ranger, who had the power to order a dreadlord. His brothers of the Nathrezim were dead and Arthas' troops had to flee. She controlled the Capitol of the Kingdom of the Scourge. It seemed so perfect two days ago.
But now everything was upside-down.
'I'm trying, my lady.' Varimathas replied. 'But it's getting hard because of this technology we stole from the Alliance...'
Indeed, the dwarven siege engienes were way to slow. It took them half of the day to cross the city. And furthermore no one from Sylvanas' troops know how to operate them. When they run out of fuel, which is hard to get withour dwarves, the engines are useless.
'We need a dwarf...' said the Ranger. 'Now.'
Varimathras blinked.
'Were are we going to get one in Lordaeron?'
'You will find a way.' Sylvanas answered firmly. 'Or else I'm sending you to Khaz Modan on one of my arrows.'
'Won't it break?'
'Your problem.'
The demon sighed. Sylvanas knew his abilities in battle and strategy, but whenever he tried to argue, he lost at the very beginning.
'Then I prefer to cross the ocean on foot.'
'Good luck to you.'
The girl grinned and left the castle. She liked to walk on the Capitol streets without any path. All the green she loved so much - after all she was an elf formerly - has been killed by the blight ground undead need to survive. Even she. The plants couldn't stand such polution, but she had plans. It seems possible to get rid of some of the blight.
Right now her mind was wandering everywhere. She thought about the day, when Arthas had destroyed Quel'Thalas and caused her so much pain. About what she was forced to do under Ner'zhul's control. And about Syl-
She paused. The banshee that were now standing before her looked terrified. An expression of grief isn't anything abnormal for a banshee, but such dread was strnge even now. Before Sylvanas could ask what she wanted, something covered the sun, casting a huge shadow over them all. She slowly took an arrow and prepared herself to shoot. For the first moment she thought it might be something sent here by Kel'Thuzad, for she was sure that he will attack soon, but when she turned around...
Her jaw fell open. Right before - or more like above - her stood the biggest pile of pink fur she ever imagined. It looked at her with cute, puppy-dog eyes with pupils narrow like those of a cat. It smiled and made a mew-like sound... and then reached for Sylvanas.
'Hey!!!' the Ranger screamed as the hand grabbed her. Her bow broke under the pressure. 'Let me go!! VARIMATHRAS!!!'
The demon was already on his way when he heard the call. He stopped petrified, when he saw the Big Hairy Thing holding his mistress. The banshee that witnessed the scene were also too shocked to act. Their silence was interrupted only by sounds of Sylvanas struggling.
Thus the pink creature departed towards the horizon, hoping to find more cure playmates on the next lan it'll see. As for now, it was hugging it's new friend and mewing all the way to coasts of Khaz Modan.
'How much?!'
'Sorry, sir, we're having a crisis here and we can't lower the price.'
The elf cursed loudly. 'I don't have that much gold...'
'Rules are rules.' the goblind replied flatly. 'No gold, no transport.'
'Maybe we should try to exchange something?' another elf, efineatly a priest, suggested.
The first one ran his hand through his long golden locks and sighed deeply.
'Like what?' he asked. 'You?'
'How about some potions?' a sorceress asked.
The goblin shook his head. 'Nope.'
The first elf, now getting more and more angry, hit the desk with clenched fists. Much to his surprise, it didn't impress anyone, but he acted like he didn't notice.
'How about I burn your lab if you don't give me a Zeppelin?' he asked through clenched teeth.
'Thanks, mista, we can do it ourselves.
The elf cursed again. 'Then what do you want?'
'Gold.'
The fist that was about to hit the little goblin was stopped by a spellbreaker in mid-air.
'Easy, Lord Sylvos.'
'Easy for you to say, wise guy!!' Sylvos exploded. 'How are we going to get out of here?!'
The spellbreaker was about to answer, when suddenly the gound shook.
Meanwhile, Kel'Thuzad sent an air scout to find Arthas and inform him about the latest events in Lordaeron. Right now the Lich and his troops were following the enormous footsteps of the pink horror that nearly smashed them an hour ago.
They passed the remaining of Silverpine Forest, wondering how are they going to cross the mountains. It would take a lot of Zeppelins of any kind, and Kel'huzad didn't suppose that they will be able to find any in a middle of a ghostly wood. And building them would take too much time.
It seemes easier to cross the Lordamere Lake, but still he wasn't sure whether they had enough gold to buy a ship. They could make it with two or three, in the worst case they'd be sailing on tours, but if they had the money...
The only way to be sure is to check, Kel'Thuzad thought.
'Wait for me here.' he ordered his warriors. 'I'll go see if I can get us a transport.'
He departed, having to float (I can't say "walk"...) for several minutes to the nearest goblin shiyard. These goblins drive me mad, he thought and cursed inwardly. But in the middle of his way he's seen a footprint.
A very big footprint. And deep. At least three feet into the ground. The grass in it wasn't even smashed - it was sturbed and created some kind of a muddy green soup. And from the very center something was sticking out.
Kel'Thuzad concentrated to see it in the bright rays. The sun in the whole Azeroth acted suprisingly brightly recently. Anyway, the thing that the Lich has seen were actually a pain of long violet ears, a long green cape and a pair of broken iron wings.
Kel'Thuzad laughed silently. He couldn't tell who that body used to be, but one things was for sure - a night elf. How stupid can you get, let such a Big Hairy Thing smash you...
Wehn he was floating pass the footprint, he heard a loud moan. He turned around instantly to see the elf rise. He should've been expecting that - heroes never die easily. Especially in such pathetic fanfictions. Fortuneatly he knew a bit elvish (Dalaran required a lot of knowledge to join the Kirin Tor - and elves were in the Alliance), so maybe he could talk her not to fight now. His troops would need a few minutes to join.
'Ishnu-alah.' he said calmly.
The girl said something that Kel'Thuzad couldn't understand. It probably was a curse, judging from the way she said it through clenched teeth and spat. Whatever.
'What are you doing here, Lich?' she asked in her language. Her voice was sharp like the knife she was holding.
'Passing by.' Kel'Thuzad answered truthfully. 'Just wanted to get to the dock... And what are you doing here, my lady?'
The elf grinned widely. She straightened up to her full height and took quite a proud pose. For a moment the Lich wished for something heavy to hit her.
'I am Maiev Shadowsong, for your information.' she answered, also very proud of heavens know what. 'I am a Warden and I came to these forsaken lands hunting a powerful demon!'
'Good luck to you.'
Kel'Thuzad turned to leave, when he heard a loud bang. Maiev fell over. He laughed inwardly and asked, his back to the Warden:
'Are you hunting Illidan Stormrage?'
The elf blinked. 'How do you know?'
'Oh, you don't have to worry.'
'What do you mean?'
'The job's been already done.'
The Scourge still thinks that the only one, who dared to face King Arthas - Illidan Stormrage - is no more. Will Maiev believe them? What will happn to Sylvanas? Will Kel'Thuzad and his forces defeat the Forsaken? And most of all...
... what are the plans of the Big Hairy Thing...?