Disclaimer: what is the point of this if I owned the game I wouldn't write these fanfictions for recognition I would have released Dungeon Keeper 3.
This idea came from the Warcraft books I have currently been reading and Magnus was lucky I couldn't catch him but then he decided to appear in front of me and he gave me an energy boost (if you want to know what I am on about read my reviews)
Interlude part 2: The wrath of Arthas
Previously on warriors of old
As if summoned Almeric appeared in front of Malygos causing the aspect to jump and launch Almeric across the room. Azrael just watched as Almeric flew into a rogue that was holding dice that were knocked out of his hand and landing on a 7 winning him the money and a jackpot. Azrael just stared opened mouth as another creature won the jackpot with black jack as Almeric crashed into the wall bangs and crashes were heard against the doors as the undead legions pounded against the doors. "SURRENDER NOW KEEPER AND WE MIGHT SPARE YOU!" a human voice shouted and the dragon aspects cringed.
"I take it that is not good news." Piccard said.
"The person you hear is a death knight called Arthas." Nozdormu said seeming to loose all hissing.
"Isn't he the retard that betrayed his order and slaughtered everyone in the land!" Piccard stated. He then repeated the words he had just said and blinks before looking at the rest. 4 drunk aspects, 2 drunk keepers and a hell of a lot of unconscious creatures.
And now the continuation of warriors of old
The door continued to be pounded as the aspects tried to sober up for the inevitable battle. "HOW THE FUCK DID THEY KNOW THE LAYOUT OF MY DUNGEON?" Azrael shouted in rage as an imp teleported in and tried to keep the secret door from being broken down.
"Erm crystal ball?" Almeric suggested.
"Spy?" Piccard said.
"Humans trying to get rid of you easily?" Yzera supplied.
"Nah don't think the heroes would stoop this low." Bane said.
"Whatever." Bloz said as he stood and held another door from relentless attacks.
"Hmm I think I know what to do." Piccard said. The rest looked at him and he turned to the casino table. "Right we need a ramp set up." He muttered and then pointed to two salamanders. "Want to get a bonus? If so flip those two tables and place them both leaning against each other at a steep angle. Bloz climb to the top of it," Piccard ordered.
The creatures did what was ordered and Bloz climbed to the top. "We don't have a boulder trap so do the next best thing" Azrael said and walked over to the locked door. "Bloz when the door opens curl into a ball and roll down the slope." Azrael said catching on Piccard's plan. As the undead army consisted of mostly skeletons and zombies where the bodies weren't connected very well. Azrael nodded to the rest and kicked open the wooden door and the skeletons were knocked back as Bloz curled up and rolled down the roulette table and out the door crashing into the skeletons the bones flew up and landed spelling the word OUCH! And collapsed to a pile on the floor.
Piccard surveyed the destruction; "CHARGE" he shouted and the creatures ran forwards into the skeletons that had managed to move out of the way. The fighting was hectic as Piccard and Azrael dove in first into the skeletons. "Hey Azrael?" Piccard shouted over the noise of battle.
"Yea?" Azrael replied.
"Got any Hellhounds still?" Piccard shouted.
"Hell yeah but unfortunately they went a bit evil recently, cause they were dropped from the second game." Piccard replied and flicked his wrist the door leading to the kennels burst open and the Hellhounds ran out the skeletons jumped back including bane that had one of the younger Hellhounds chasing after him. The skeletons ran leaving Azrael Piccard and the 4 aspects standing there staring at an Abomination that took up the whole corridor.
"We gonna need a hell of a lot more than Fido here." Azrael muttered his eyes widening. The mass lump of sown up body parts lumbered sideways so that there was a gap that Arthas managed to fit through.
"Give up now pathetic mortals." Arthas shouts. "For I have this!" Holds out ring with fiery writing on it.
A portal opened up to his side and a hand of Sponge (from ECU not this fic popped through.) "Not anymore YOINK!" and then disappeared through the portal again.
"Damn you, you god damn oversized retarded bath toy!" Arthas cursed as he drew Frostmourne.
"Bring it on you crazy necrophillia bastard!" Azrael shouted as he drew his sword of realities. Arthas charged on his nightmare and Azrael dropped down to his knees dodging the blow from Arthas and swung his sword out cutting off the legs of the nightmare .The skeleton horse continued running leaving its feet behind. Arthas stopped and turned around the nightmare dropping down and Arthas landing like a pro on his feet. "Bring it on!" Azrael shouted and Piccard took a step forward only to be grabbed by Almeric. The two charged at each other again the swords clashing in a shower of sparks.
"He knows what he is doing." Almeric stated and Piccard looked on as Azrael was pushed backwards by Arthas. The dust of the dungeon riled up around them as Azrael caused a magical wind to blow up to cause a distraction as he threw his armour to the side.
"I need the mobility!" He muttered and swung at Arthas. The sword shimmered out of reality and passed straight through Arthas's sword and reformed slashing him across the chest.
"Argh!" Arthas shouted in pain as he dropped to one knee clutching at his chest where a gash had formed and started to bleed. "That is a first in many years. Not many people have made me bleed like this." Arthas commended. "You shall not win go my demon abomination whatever your name is. KILL!"
"Use the fire!" a voice whispered through Piccard's mind.
"The force?" Piccard muttered out loud.
"NO YOU PIECE OF SHIT I SAID THE FUCKING FIRE!" The voice of Pyra yelled causing him to grab his head.
"OK! OK NO NEED TO SHOUT!" Piccard said as he launched a fireball into the huge abomination the decaying flesh set alight incredibly fast, as there was no moisture in the skin. The abomination toppled and teetered as Arthas stepped back uncertainly. As the creature fell backwards.
"SHIT!" Arthas shouted and the creature collapsed missing him by an inch. "MY MONSTER... MY BEAUTIFUL MONSTER. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE I'LL MAKE SURE YOU PAY FOR THIS! JUST YOU WAIT!!" Arthas shouted and ran off the undead forces following him.
"I guessssssssssssss it'sssssssssss time for usssssssssss to leave!" Nozdormu hissed.
"Yes I must go back to Azeroth the night elf druids will be greatly confused by the closure of the emerald dream." Yzera agreed.
The group walked back to the portal as the last undead skeleton was devoured by the horde of Hellhound's just dashed into it. "You must come again. This visit has been too short and with Arthas the puffter of the undead appearing made things hard as hell to have a peaceful drinking period!" Piccard said.
"Yes we will just do that when the whole thing with Arthas has blown over." Alexstrasa agreed.
"We'll make sure to close the rift on the way out." Yzera explained.
"Good I don't want another appearance of the undead legions appearing in my base." Azrael agreed and the aspects jumped into the portal vanishing in a blinding light.
"Well today was random." Piccard stated.
"Trust me not as random as your life will be getting!" Azrael replied and walked off leaving a clueless Piccard.
Meanwhile
The Avatar moved swiftly down the dark dungeon corridors. Sponge's minions were acting as a shield for his men. "Reginald we will be arriving soon. Let's prepare the men." Avatar ordered and the men stopped.
TBC
Azrael: well 2 chapters in 2 days aren't you lucky SOB's
Piccard: mind not calling the audience SOB's
Pyra: why did you kill me off? Do you not like me anymore?
Azrael: lets just say you are a bit to hot to handle
Piccard: besides you are revived in the next story, too bad that...
Azrael: Piccard don't blow the storyline!