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As Maiev walked past some shrubs, retching sounds could be heard from behind them. A blood mage was holding back someone's hair with a smirk on his face. The warden just sighed and blinked away in a cloud of blue smoke. "Sylvos must have Firebrand with her..." she thought. "Blood mages seem to take care of her much better than Illidan does...Where is he any--" Her thoughts were interrupted as somebody tapped her shoulder.
"You were looking for me?" his voice asked.
Maiev recognized the voice immediately. Illidan. She spun around quickly, as did her cloak, as she drew her warden ring from her belt. Illidan dodged the small knives at the bottom of her cloak and blocked her attack with the only demon blade that he equipped himself with.
"Don't do that!" she exclaimed as she put her weapon back.
"Still get surprised that easily, love?" he asked with a slight smirk on his face as he put his free arm around her.
Maiev removed her helmet, with the assistance of Illidan, being careful about her high ponytail. She then stood on her toes and lightly kissed him on the lips as he exchanged the gesture. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to stream down her cheeks. Illidan wiped some of the tears off of her face and held her gently in his arms.
"I have been searching for so long, Illidan...and now that I have found you, I realize how much I miss you..." she whispered. "Why did you leave me?"
"I had to, Maeiv. Kalimdor needed me, the Night Elves needed me. It was for the good of our own kind..." he replied.
- - -
Meanwhile, Firebrand barely managed to muster up enough energy to stand up and at least look like she was doing fine. She rejected Sylvos' constant offerings of help or his suggestions to go back and rest. Sylvos managed to win and had her return to her hut and lie in bed.
"I really do appreciate this, Sylvos but I don't need your help and I don't need any rest!" she protested through the pain of her throbbing head.
Sylvos tried to make her lie down, but she would only sit back up again. He let out a sigh and put a hand on her shoulder. "I was awake for the whole night that you were asleep, Firebrand. Just pay back the favour and go to sleep." he told her.
Firebrand finally gave in and rested her head on her pillow as Sylvos began to leave the shack. "Wait!" she called out.
He stopped and turned around, waiting for whatever she was going to say.
"Why did you take me back? Why did you help me in the morning?" she asked.
He answered with silence and then left.
"It seems like something that Illidan would do..." she muttered.
"I heard that!" Sylvos shouted from outside.
- - -
A white owl flew in and perched on Tyrande's outstretched glove. She stared into the owls bright eyes for a moment and then turned to Furion.
"What did your scout see?" Furion asked her.
"Another undead base," she replied. "just a few miles east of here, near the shore. Their base seems to be recently established and fairly small but they are defended by towers. They have weak defenses consisting of ranged, melee and a few that are strong in magic."
"This could be an easy job for the blood elves, we can send in some orcs to go with them as well."
"Sylvos' tactics would be excellent for this if it were put together with Firebrand commanding the orcs."
"But Furion, remember that she is not feeling well. Send in Daisho; his charging tactics will actually work this time."
- - -
Soon after, a large force of orcs and blood elves were quickly assembled. Grunts and raiders were sharpening their weapons with the blademaster, Daisho. Massive kodo beasts waited with empty stomachs and large appetites as their riders were mounted and ready to beat their war drums. Spellbreakers were spinning their double-bladed swords while the priests and sorceresses readied their spells. However, the dragonhawk riders were not ready yet, which bought Sylvos some time to pay a visit.
He knelt down beside Firebrand's bed as she slept silently. "Alright...I won't back away anymore..." he told himself. He lowered his head and his lips met hers with a gentle kiss. "I took you back, I helped you in the morning because...I care about you...because I love you, Firebrand..." he whispered in her ear. "And also," He tied a string lightly around her wrist. "I forgot to return this...to tie up your hair." as he said that, he stroked her head. He then left the hut.
"Finally, you've returned!" exclaimed Daisho. "Undead don't kill themselves, you know."
"How very funny..." Sylvos replied sarcastically. He turned to both armies, "Let us march!" he declared.
Shouts and cheers were heard as they turned and left. Hours had passed by as they neared the undead base. Daisho turned towards Sylvos.
"You better think up your war plans." he suggested to the elf.
"Bah, child's play! I have everything planned out...I prepare my troops for a stealthy start and all you need to do, is charge in... your yelling would frighten them off, or maybe your stench." he replied.
"That was a very nice thing to say, Sylvos."
"Don't sweat it..." He turned towards the dragonhawk riders and signaled them with his hands.
The riders approached the base quietly and suddenly, there was a dense fog looming over the ziggurats. A large pillar of flame joined in as well and in mere seconds, there was booming from the war drums and shouting and cursing from both armies. Raiders made quick work of the smaller buildings and the kodos filled their bellies with a third of the undead defenses. Sorceresses picked on sheep which were previously vicious ghouls or even abominations. Any raised corpses made by necromancers would be turned against them by the spell breakers. Runes began to glow in the middle of the empty blight and elves and orcs swarmed in to trap the incoming army.
"No, back away!" Sylvos yelled as he casted a strong flamestrike as the runes disappeared and a new force appeared.
They managed to get safely out of range and leave the undead in the searing heat. The weaker minions fell immediately and the others were weakened. Gargoyles swooped in to attack anything that they could get their claws on. The dragonhawk riders bound them with magical ropes which slowly damaged them as others finished them off. What caught Daisho's eye however, was the dreadlord leading the defense.
"Taste my blade!" the orc shouted and charged towards the dreadlord, a few grunts following him. He swung his blade towards him but he was blocked by his sharp claws. Daisho took a few stabs at him but each blow was deflected. He created two other images of himself and made them move in circles around the dreadlord. He snuck around behind him and slashed his back. It left a deep gash which bled profusely as a few grunts took their chances and swung their axes at the vampire. He collapsed on the ground as a black spirit drifted out of his corpse.
"You are a priest not a warrior, Ryarros, help heal the wounded!" Sylvos yelled towards a young blood elf who was bashing a crypt fiend with his staff.
The priest took a final swing at the undead creature and then turned to heal a nearby spell breaker. Sylvos just sighed and joined them in finishing off the undead army.
The last building collapsed with a final blow of a raider's sword. The army cheered loudly through their exhaustion.
"We still need to return to base and report what happened." Daisho reminded them.
"You're right." Sylvos replied. "Let's get going now, troops! There is no time to waste." he shouted.
The forces followed his lead through path, barely cleared, through the dead trees, contaminated by the mere presence of the undead.
"Sylvos! We're tired and we need rest, can't we stop just for a little while?" Kytalia asked impatiently.
"No, Kytalia, this place is dangerous. Our enemies still lurk in these forests. They could catch us if we drop our guard." Sylvos replied. "There's only three more hours un— argh!" He cried out in pain as he was struck in the arm by an arrow. He felt a tingling sensation in his body and grew weak. "Damn them!" he muttered.
A small force of skeletons and necromancers emerged from the forest and rushed towards the large army. "Go my warriors! Attack them while they are still weak!" yelled a necromancer who opened his book and began to chant spells.
Sylvos pulled out the arrow and cast a bright column of flame on the necromancers. They screamed in pain as they felt the searing heat of the fire. Spellbreakers moved in to slay the remaining necromancers.
Ryarros stood beside Kytalia as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Finally, it's over!" he exclaimed.
"Hold on, Ryarros...Where's Sylvos?" she asked worriedly.
"Oh no..."
As Maiev walked past some shrubs, retching sounds could be heard from behind them. A blood mage was holding back someone's hair with a smirk on his face. The warden just sighed and blinked away in a cloud of blue smoke. "Sylvos must have Firebrand with her..." she thought. "Blood mages seem to take care of her much better than Illidan does...Where is he any--" Her thoughts were interrupted as somebody tapped her shoulder.
"You were looking for me?" his voice asked.
Maiev recognized the voice immediately. Illidan. She spun around quickly, as did her cloak, as she drew her warden ring from her belt. Illidan dodged the small knives at the bottom of her cloak and blocked her attack with the only demon blade that he equipped himself with.
"Don't do that!" she exclaimed as she put her weapon back.
"Still get surprised that easily, love?" he asked with a slight smirk on his face as he put his free arm around her.
Maiev removed her helmet, with the assistance of Illidan, being careful about her high ponytail. She then stood on her toes and lightly kissed him on the lips as he exchanged the gesture. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to stream down her cheeks. Illidan wiped some of the tears off of her face and held her gently in his arms.
"I have been searching for so long, Illidan...and now that I have found you, I realize how much I miss you..." she whispered. "Why did you leave me?"
"I had to, Maeiv. Kalimdor needed me, the Night Elves needed me. It was for the good of our own kind..." he replied.
- - -
Meanwhile, Firebrand barely managed to muster up enough energy to stand up and at least look like she was doing fine. She rejected Sylvos' constant offerings of help or his suggestions to go back and rest. Sylvos managed to win and had her return to her hut and lie in bed.
"I really do appreciate this, Sylvos but I don't need your help and I don't need any rest!" she protested through the pain of her throbbing head.
Sylvos tried to make her lie down, but she would only sit back up again. He let out a sigh and put a hand on her shoulder. "I was awake for the whole night that you were asleep, Firebrand. Just pay back the favour and go to sleep." he told her.
Firebrand finally gave in and rested her head on her pillow as Sylvos began to leave the shack. "Wait!" she called out.
He stopped and turned around, waiting for whatever she was going to say.
"Why did you take me back? Why did you help me in the morning?" she asked.
He answered with silence and then left.
"It seems like something that Illidan would do..." she muttered.
"I heard that!" Sylvos shouted from outside.
- - -
A white owl flew in and perched on Tyrande's outstretched glove. She stared into the owls bright eyes for a moment and then turned to Furion.
"What did your scout see?" Furion asked her.
"Another undead base," she replied. "just a few miles east of here, near the shore. Their base seems to be recently established and fairly small but they are defended by towers. They have weak defenses consisting of ranged, melee and a few that are strong in magic."
"This could be an easy job for the blood elves, we can send in some orcs to go with them as well."
"Sylvos' tactics would be excellent for this if it were put together with Firebrand commanding the orcs."
"But Furion, remember that she is not feeling well. Send in Daisho; his charging tactics will actually work this time."
- - -
Soon after, a large force of orcs and blood elves were quickly assembled. Grunts and raiders were sharpening their weapons with the blademaster, Daisho. Massive kodo beasts waited with empty stomachs and large appetites as their riders were mounted and ready to beat their war drums. Spellbreakers were spinning their double-bladed swords while the priests and sorceresses readied their spells. However, the dragonhawk riders were not ready yet, which bought Sylvos some time to pay a visit.
He knelt down beside Firebrand's bed as she slept silently. "Alright...I won't back away anymore..." he told himself. He lowered his head and his lips met hers with a gentle kiss. "I took you back, I helped you in the morning because...I care about you...because I love you, Firebrand..." he whispered in her ear. "And also," He tied a string lightly around her wrist. "I forgot to return this...to tie up your hair." as he said that, he stroked her head. He then left the hut.
"Finally, you've returned!" exclaimed Daisho. "Undead don't kill themselves, you know."
"How very funny..." Sylvos replied sarcastically. He turned to both armies, "Let us march!" he declared.
Shouts and cheers were heard as they turned and left. Hours had passed by as they neared the undead base. Daisho turned towards Sylvos.
"You better think up your war plans." he suggested to the elf.
"Bah, child's play! I have everything planned out...I prepare my troops for a stealthy start and all you need to do, is charge in... your yelling would frighten them off, or maybe your stench." he replied.
"That was a very nice thing to say, Sylvos."
"Don't sweat it..." He turned towards the dragonhawk riders and signaled them with his hands.
The riders approached the base quietly and suddenly, there was a dense fog looming over the ziggurats. A large pillar of flame joined in as well and in mere seconds, there was booming from the war drums and shouting and cursing from both armies. Raiders made quick work of the smaller buildings and the kodos filled their bellies with a third of the undead defenses. Sorceresses picked on sheep which were previously vicious ghouls or even abominations. Any raised corpses made by necromancers would be turned against them by the spell breakers. Runes began to glow in the middle of the empty blight and elves and orcs swarmed in to trap the incoming army.
"No, back away!" Sylvos yelled as he casted a strong flamestrike as the runes disappeared and a new force appeared.
They managed to get safely out of range and leave the undead in the searing heat. The weaker minions fell immediately and the others were weakened. Gargoyles swooped in to attack anything that they could get their claws on. The dragonhawk riders bound them with magical ropes which slowly damaged them as others finished them off. What caught Daisho's eye however, was the dreadlord leading the defense.
"Taste my blade!" the orc shouted and charged towards the dreadlord, a few grunts following him. He swung his blade towards him but he was blocked by his sharp claws. Daisho took a few stabs at him but each blow was deflected. He created two other images of himself and made them move in circles around the dreadlord. He snuck around behind him and slashed his back. It left a deep gash which bled profusely as a few grunts took their chances and swung their axes at the vampire. He collapsed on the ground as a black spirit drifted out of his corpse.
"You are a priest not a warrior, Ryarros, help heal the wounded!" Sylvos yelled towards a young blood elf who was bashing a crypt fiend with his staff.
The priest took a final swing at the undead creature and then turned to heal a nearby spell breaker. Sylvos just sighed and joined them in finishing off the undead army.
The last building collapsed with a final blow of a raider's sword. The army cheered loudly through their exhaustion.
"We still need to return to base and report what happened." Daisho reminded them.
"You're right." Sylvos replied. "Let's get going now, troops! There is no time to waste." he shouted.
The forces followed his lead through path, barely cleared, through the dead trees, contaminated by the mere presence of the undead.
"Sylvos! We're tired and we need rest, can't we stop just for a little while?" Kytalia asked impatiently.
"No, Kytalia, this place is dangerous. Our enemies still lurk in these forests. They could catch us if we drop our guard." Sylvos replied. "There's only three more hours un— argh!" He cried out in pain as he was struck in the arm by an arrow. He felt a tingling sensation in his body and grew weak. "Damn them!" he muttered.
A small force of skeletons and necromancers emerged from the forest and rushed towards the large army. "Go my warriors! Attack them while they are still weak!" yelled a necromancer who opened his book and began to chant spells.
Sylvos pulled out the arrow and cast a bright column of flame on the necromancers. They screamed in pain as they felt the searing heat of the fire. Spellbreakers moved in to slay the remaining necromancers.
Ryarros stood beside Kytalia as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Finally, it's over!" he exclaimed.
"Hold on, Ryarros...Where's Sylvos?" she asked worriedly.
"Oh no..."