Thank you, Ai ni Shenlong no Miko (I hope that I spelt it right), for
reviewing! And thank you, Ezekel! Don't worry, rambling is good,
kinda...maybe. Ah well, I rant on a lot too and I'm starting to do so now. La
lala...Same reviewing stuff as before. Warcraft III belongs to Blizzard.
Wait...also, is it just me, or am I beginning to think that the Frozen Throne
is in Northrend?
-edit- my bad! It IS in Northrend...kinda. Ice Crown Glacier...sorry about that
everyone!
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Firebrand knelt down behind a snow-covered bush as she picked out the perfect target. A fairly large but slender lone wolf sniffed around, looking for left-over scraps.
Oh the poor thing, it's so weak...I don't think that it can bear with suffering for much longer. She notched her arrow into the bowstring and launched it through a small gap between the leaves. Damn! Almost missed it...
The wind had blown her arrow off track and it pierced the wolf's hind leg. It turned and prepared to leap towards the bush where she hid behind. Quickly, another arrow hit the creature and it collapsed with a barely audible whimper.
Firebrand approched it, leaving her blades behind, and gave it a pat on the side. "You're in a better place now, my friend." She slung her bow across her back and removed the two arrows from the wolf's body. She removed her dagger to skin the wolf but instead, turned and threw it at a nearby tree.
It was what she thought. The dagger stopped before it hit the tree as a figure approached. He had short tousled hair and a bandanna wrapped in front of his mouth. He was missing pieces of flesh all over as he stood on legs of bone. He removed the dagger from his shoulder and threw it on the ground.
"Assassin." She muttered as she lunged behind the bush for her demon blades.
"Silly girl, hiding will do you no good. Why, it was you who started this in the first place. If you don't want to fight, then you could come with me." He said in his weak, raspy voice.
Firebrand quickly learned her surroundings through their auras. A forest. A cliff, with a deep river below. It was all that she could rely on. Suddenly, she was grabbed by a set of boney fingers and the assassin in front of her released a wave of small needles. She flipped the other undead over her back and he it was hit with the attack instead.
He got up, unharmed and drew a sword. He lunged at her as she blocked the attack. She slid back from the force of the blow as well as the icy ground. She found it rather challenging to quickly move around on the ice and ended up doing most of the blocking or dodging.
The other assassin let loose another wave of needles but Firebrand deflected most of them and evaded the others. She managed to get close enough to attack and slashed him across the chest twice.
His comrade charged at her as his attacked was blocked yet again. Her foot slipped off the edge as she sweeped the ground with her blade, taking down the first assassin with her before dropping her blade and disappearing off the cliff. Two loud splashes were heard as the undead ran off sputtering curses.
---
The demon hunters sat around a large fire in a makeshift shelter, discussing the strange happenings of the day.
"How the hell does a blizzard strike up during the blossoming season? The trees are supposed to be covered in flowers and they're covered in snow instead!" exclaimed Ragerunner.
"I never knew that you liked flowers, Ragerunner." noted Sindweller. "But more importantly, we need to know what caused this in the first place."
"Maybe it's just the weather." suggested Painkiller. Resulting with a snowball to the head.
Darksorrow dried off his hands on his pants. "You dimwit, the weather doesn't act up all of a sudden! Even ask the humans. They used to deal with it every year!"
A bored look was on Shadowsong's face. "I'm starting to believe that we're unable to think properly while we're together. And Darksorrow, you just have to toss something at somebody don't you?"
"He was acting stupid!" answered Darksorrow.
Ragerunner corrected him. "Painkiller wasn't acting stupid, he is stupid."
"Shut up. All of you!" growled Sindweller. "This is serious! And we need to figure out what's going on!"
Flameseeker arrived at the entrance. "What's going on, is that we're going with my sister to Northrend. You won't be needing much, just meet up at Tyrande's temple soon."
---
Sylvos heard knocking on his door as he slipped in a potion on his belt. He opened the door as Kytalia stepped in with her hands across her chest.
"Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?" she asked in an annoyed tone.
"Where do you think I'm going?" he replied in the same tone.
She sighed. "Don't play these childish games with me, Sylvos. I know that you're going to Northrend and I want to come too."
"No, Kytalia you can't come with us. And--hey! Wait! How did you find out?!"
"That's none of your business."
"Up to your usual eavesdropping again, aren't you?"
"Maybe. But look, you saved my life a long time ago and I owe you a favour. Just let me come with you...please."
Sylvos let out a sigh. "No. Besides, it's too dangerous for someone like you to be out there!"
Kytalia smiled. "So I can't go because you care about me?"
"No. If you want the truth, then it's because you'd waste our time and energy just waiting for you to catch up. I also don't want you to go because your complaints are just going to make everybody hate you even more!" He pointed to the door. "Now get out and don't bother me ever again!" he demanded.
The young sorceress began to cry as she stormed out. "I'm going to go to Northrend whether you like it or not! I'll find a way to get there!"
---
Furion looked around. "Illidan, have you seen Firebrand?" he asked.
Illidan glanced at Sylvos who shook his head. His hands, shoulders and eyebrows were raised in a gesture. "I don't know, brother." Illidan answered.
It's not like her to be this late...thought Sylvos. I knew I should have gone with her. I should have...but I didn't. This is all my fault, I really should have gone to protect her...why didn't I? Please forgive me...I'm so sorry, Firebrand...
"They've arrived." mumbled Illidan.
Tyrande looked worried. "Who, the undead?"
A faint smirk played across his lips. "No, Tyrande. Just some old friends..."
---
Firebrand dangled hopelessly on the ledge of the cliff. She had lost one of her blades, and nobody was bound to find her. Calm down, Firebrand. It's only been a few seconds...she reassured herself.
A voice was heard. "Hrmmm...is your friend a good swimmer?"
That voice. It was so familiar. She resisted the urge to call out, but she knew that it could give her position away.
"He'll be fine, but what would you care of him?" the assassin asked.
"Listen."
Firebrand also paid attention for any strange noise. She heard a muffled scream from below the waters. Her will to hold on to the ledge was much stronger but her grip was not.
"Who are you? Come out and show yourself!"
"Well, Skelly-bones, I could...but I won't! I'll let you see this though!"
She could sense the heat of flames. Her hand was slowly sliding off the ledge. The only thing that ran through her mind was Sylvos. How she never got to actually say anything to him before this moment. She finally lost her grip and readied herself for a great fall.
Suddenly, somebody grabbed her hand and safely pulled her up the cliff. That person. She was so sure that it was him.
"Prince Kael'thas!" she exclaimed as she flung her arms around him. "You saved my life! Thank you so much! Praise Elune that you made it here in time!" A few tears ran down her face. They were tears of gratitude, as well as tears of joy.
The blood elf just chuckled. "It was nothing. Thank Lord Illidan for casting us a portal out of the deserted place! It was all covered in snow, and nothing could keep us warm enough for long either. We'd better hurry since it seems like the blizzard's hit Kalimdor too."
"I supposed that my blade will have to wait."
"They're in good hands." said a raspy voice.
Firebrand spun around to see Lady Vashj with her demon blade in her scaly hands. Behind the naga, was a formation of the slithering creatures, as well as a large army of blood elves. Lady Vashj was greeted by a friendly hug as well.
The witch smiled. "Thank you for the warmth, young demon hunter. I'm on the verge of going into torpor with all of this cold."
"Lady Vashj, Firebrand, you go ahead. I'll skin your wolf and follow the end once I'm done." said Kael'thas.
Firebrand shook her head. "No, no, it's alright, Kael. I'll do that by myself."
"Well...I'm assuming that you have others waiting for you. You need to go and meet up with them, they must be worried!" he replied.
"I suppose that you have a point, Kael."
---
"Where is my daughter?!" demanded Maiev as she stepped into the temple.
Word of the journey had already spread throughout the whole encampment as leaders stood inside the temple and their forces waited outside. Thrall and his horde of orcs. Rokhan and his band of trolls. Flameseeker and his pack of demon hunters. A large crowd of blood elves awaiting Sylvos' command. Jaina's surviving warriors of Northrend. With such an large group of assistance, they failed to notice another army heading towards them.
"She has not arrived yet, Maiev." Furion answered calmly.
"What good hands she's in." she said sarcastically.
Sylvos stood with his arms across his chest. "Well speak for yourself, Maiev. Aren't you her mother?"
"And aren't you her..." she hesitated for a moment. "ugh...lover?"
"I want to go and look for her right now, but you've failed to notice that I can't get out! And believe me, I've tried." he retorted.
Illidan grinned near the entrance. "Damn straight, Sylvos. She'll be fine anyways."
"Because she's a proud member of the Stormrage family. We're famous for our strength, you know." added Flameseeker.
"And we Windrunners are well-known for our courage. Playing by your rules, I have enough courage to go and look for her so let me go already!"
A voice came from the entrance. "Sylvos, you don't need to go anywhere. And I brought some help as well."
They turned their heads as Firebrand stood in the temple with few small scratches and bruises, but relatively unharmed. Lady Vashj slithered up beside her and Kael'thas ran to her other side and handed her the wolf pelt.
Sylvos' jaw dropped. The Prince Kael'thas! What an honour for him to be here! He bowed down to him, as did his force outside.
Kael'thas merely chuckled. "Nobody has done that for quite a while! But stand up, there's no need to bow at a time like this." Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Jaina with a slight touch of pink on her cheeks.
The blood elves obeyed.
Murmurs were heard from the night elves and Maiev shot a glare at Lady Vashj. Tyrande tried to act as calm as possible but she herself held a grudge with the Naga.
Furion held up his hands. "Silence!" he bellowed. "We shall not waste any time!"
"We have assigned each group with a certain colour. Paints and dyes will be given to you, but if there is a shortage, you are to come up with a solution." Jaina announced "All blood elves will be the Red Force. The humans will be the Yellow Force. The night elves will be the Blue Force. The orcs will be the Violet Force. The trolls will be the Pink Force."
Rokhan giggled like a young girl as he heard the message. "Look at dees, mon! Now we can actually be da Pinkspear Tribe! Eet makes me feel geedday all over! Bear joor weapons wif pride, mon!"
Sylvos cringed at the remark. "A troll...feeling...giddy."
Jaina added in her final statement. "The Naga can be the Green Force and the rest will be the Orange Force. You can come get your colours now."
The leaders of each group took the paints and dyes and brought them to their group. They quickly splashed paints onto their shields and dyes were applied to strips of cloth to be tied to their weapons.
---
Jaina slowly turned around as a pair of hands rested on her shoulders. "Kael'thas..."
The prince held her hands. "Do you love me now?"
Her cheeks were bright red at the moment. "What have you done for me?"
"I kept my promise to you, Jaina. No matter where we are, I'll always find you, and haven't I?"
She then wrapped her arms around him. And in return, he held her in a warm embrace. Kael'thas finally felt complete. The sorceress that he had adored from so far away was at last, in his arms.
Firebrand knelt down behind a snow-covered bush as she picked out the perfect target. A fairly large but slender lone wolf sniffed around, looking for left-over scraps.
Oh the poor thing, it's so weak...I don't think that it can bear with suffering for much longer. She notched her arrow into the bowstring and launched it through a small gap between the leaves. Damn! Almost missed it...
The wind had blown her arrow off track and it pierced the wolf's hind leg. It turned and prepared to leap towards the bush where she hid behind. Quickly, another arrow hit the creature and it collapsed with a barely audible whimper.
Firebrand approched it, leaving her blades behind, and gave it a pat on the side. "You're in a better place now, my friend." She slung her bow across her back and removed the two arrows from the wolf's body. She removed her dagger to skin the wolf but instead, turned and threw it at a nearby tree.
It was what she thought. The dagger stopped before it hit the tree as a figure approached. He had short tousled hair and a bandanna wrapped in front of his mouth. He was missing pieces of flesh all over as he stood on legs of bone. He removed the dagger from his shoulder and threw it on the ground.
"Assassin." She muttered as she lunged behind the bush for her demon blades.
"Silly girl, hiding will do you no good. Why, it was you who started this in the first place. If you don't want to fight, then you could come with me." He said in his weak, raspy voice.
Firebrand quickly learned her surroundings through their auras. A forest. A cliff, with a deep river below. It was all that she could rely on. Suddenly, she was grabbed by a set of boney fingers and the assassin in front of her released a wave of small needles. She flipped the other undead over her back and he it was hit with the attack instead.
He got up, unharmed and drew a sword. He lunged at her as she blocked the attack. She slid back from the force of the blow as well as the icy ground. She found it rather challenging to quickly move around on the ice and ended up doing most of the blocking or dodging.
The other assassin let loose another wave of needles but Firebrand deflected most of them and evaded the others. She managed to get close enough to attack and slashed him across the chest twice.
His comrade charged at her as his attacked was blocked yet again. Her foot slipped off the edge as she sweeped the ground with her blade, taking down the first assassin with her before dropping her blade and disappearing off the cliff. Two loud splashes were heard as the undead ran off sputtering curses.
---
The demon hunters sat around a large fire in a makeshift shelter, discussing the strange happenings of the day.
"How the hell does a blizzard strike up during the blossoming season? The trees are supposed to be covered in flowers and they're covered in snow instead!" exclaimed Ragerunner.
"I never knew that you liked flowers, Ragerunner." noted Sindweller. "But more importantly, we need to know what caused this in the first place."
"Maybe it's just the weather." suggested Painkiller. Resulting with a snowball to the head.
Darksorrow dried off his hands on his pants. "You dimwit, the weather doesn't act up all of a sudden! Even ask the humans. They used to deal with it every year!"
A bored look was on Shadowsong's face. "I'm starting to believe that we're unable to think properly while we're together. And Darksorrow, you just have to toss something at somebody don't you?"
"He was acting stupid!" answered Darksorrow.
Ragerunner corrected him. "Painkiller wasn't acting stupid, he is stupid."
"Shut up. All of you!" growled Sindweller. "This is serious! And we need to figure out what's going on!"
Flameseeker arrived at the entrance. "What's going on, is that we're going with my sister to Northrend. You won't be needing much, just meet up at Tyrande's temple soon."
---
Sylvos heard knocking on his door as he slipped in a potion on his belt. He opened the door as Kytalia stepped in with her hands across her chest.
"Where do you think you're going in such a hurry?" she asked in an annoyed tone.
"Where do you think I'm going?" he replied in the same tone.
She sighed. "Don't play these childish games with me, Sylvos. I know that you're going to Northrend and I want to come too."
"No, Kytalia you can't come with us. And--hey! Wait! How did you find out?!"
"That's none of your business."
"Up to your usual eavesdropping again, aren't you?"
"Maybe. But look, you saved my life a long time ago and I owe you a favour. Just let me come with you...please."
Sylvos let out a sigh. "No. Besides, it's too dangerous for someone like you to be out there!"
Kytalia smiled. "So I can't go because you care about me?"
"No. If you want the truth, then it's because you'd waste our time and energy just waiting for you to catch up. I also don't want you to go because your complaints are just going to make everybody hate you even more!" He pointed to the door. "Now get out and don't bother me ever again!" he demanded.
The young sorceress began to cry as she stormed out. "I'm going to go to Northrend whether you like it or not! I'll find a way to get there!"
---
Furion looked around. "Illidan, have you seen Firebrand?" he asked.
Illidan glanced at Sylvos who shook his head. His hands, shoulders and eyebrows were raised in a gesture. "I don't know, brother." Illidan answered.
It's not like her to be this late...thought Sylvos. I knew I should have gone with her. I should have...but I didn't. This is all my fault, I really should have gone to protect her...why didn't I? Please forgive me...I'm so sorry, Firebrand...
"They've arrived." mumbled Illidan.
Tyrande looked worried. "Who, the undead?"
A faint smirk played across his lips. "No, Tyrande. Just some old friends..."
---
Firebrand dangled hopelessly on the ledge of the cliff. She had lost one of her blades, and nobody was bound to find her. Calm down, Firebrand. It's only been a few seconds...she reassured herself.
A voice was heard. "Hrmmm...is your friend a good swimmer?"
That voice. It was so familiar. She resisted the urge to call out, but she knew that it could give her position away.
"He'll be fine, but what would you care of him?" the assassin asked.
"Listen."
Firebrand also paid attention for any strange noise. She heard a muffled scream from below the waters. Her will to hold on to the ledge was much stronger but her grip was not.
"Who are you? Come out and show yourself!"
"Well, Skelly-bones, I could...but I won't! I'll let you see this though!"
She could sense the heat of flames. Her hand was slowly sliding off the ledge. The only thing that ran through her mind was Sylvos. How she never got to actually say anything to him before this moment. She finally lost her grip and readied herself for a great fall.
Suddenly, somebody grabbed her hand and safely pulled her up the cliff. That person. She was so sure that it was him.
"Prince Kael'thas!" she exclaimed as she flung her arms around him. "You saved my life! Thank you so much! Praise Elune that you made it here in time!" A few tears ran down her face. They were tears of gratitude, as well as tears of joy.
The blood elf just chuckled. "It was nothing. Thank Lord Illidan for casting us a portal out of the deserted place! It was all covered in snow, and nothing could keep us warm enough for long either. We'd better hurry since it seems like the blizzard's hit Kalimdor too."
"I supposed that my blade will have to wait."
"They're in good hands." said a raspy voice.
Firebrand spun around to see Lady Vashj with her demon blade in her scaly hands. Behind the naga, was a formation of the slithering creatures, as well as a large army of blood elves. Lady Vashj was greeted by a friendly hug as well.
The witch smiled. "Thank you for the warmth, young demon hunter. I'm on the verge of going into torpor with all of this cold."
"Lady Vashj, Firebrand, you go ahead. I'll skin your wolf and follow the end once I'm done." said Kael'thas.
Firebrand shook her head. "No, no, it's alright, Kael. I'll do that by myself."
"Well...I'm assuming that you have others waiting for you. You need to go and meet up with them, they must be worried!" he replied.
"I suppose that you have a point, Kael."
---
"Where is my daughter?!" demanded Maiev as she stepped into the temple.
Word of the journey had already spread throughout the whole encampment as leaders stood inside the temple and their forces waited outside. Thrall and his horde of orcs. Rokhan and his band of trolls. Flameseeker and his pack of demon hunters. A large crowd of blood elves awaiting Sylvos' command. Jaina's surviving warriors of Northrend. With such an large group of assistance, they failed to notice another army heading towards them.
"She has not arrived yet, Maiev." Furion answered calmly.
"What good hands she's in." she said sarcastically.
Sylvos stood with his arms across his chest. "Well speak for yourself, Maiev. Aren't you her mother?"
"And aren't you her..." she hesitated for a moment. "ugh...lover?"
"I want to go and look for her right now, but you've failed to notice that I can't get out! And believe me, I've tried." he retorted.
Illidan grinned near the entrance. "Damn straight, Sylvos. She'll be fine anyways."
"Because she's a proud member of the Stormrage family. We're famous for our strength, you know." added Flameseeker.
"And we Windrunners are well-known for our courage. Playing by your rules, I have enough courage to go and look for her so let me go already!"
A voice came from the entrance. "Sylvos, you don't need to go anywhere. And I brought some help as well."
They turned their heads as Firebrand stood in the temple with few small scratches and bruises, but relatively unharmed. Lady Vashj slithered up beside her and Kael'thas ran to her other side and handed her the wolf pelt.
Sylvos' jaw dropped. The Prince Kael'thas! What an honour for him to be here! He bowed down to him, as did his force outside.
Kael'thas merely chuckled. "Nobody has done that for quite a while! But stand up, there's no need to bow at a time like this." Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Jaina with a slight touch of pink on her cheeks.
The blood elves obeyed.
Murmurs were heard from the night elves and Maiev shot a glare at Lady Vashj. Tyrande tried to act as calm as possible but she herself held a grudge with the Naga.
Furion held up his hands. "Silence!" he bellowed. "We shall not waste any time!"
"We have assigned each group with a certain colour. Paints and dyes will be given to you, but if there is a shortage, you are to come up with a solution." Jaina announced "All blood elves will be the Red Force. The humans will be the Yellow Force. The night elves will be the Blue Force. The orcs will be the Violet Force. The trolls will be the Pink Force."
Rokhan giggled like a young girl as he heard the message. "Look at dees, mon! Now we can actually be da Pinkspear Tribe! Eet makes me feel geedday all over! Bear joor weapons wif pride, mon!"
Sylvos cringed at the remark. "A troll...feeling...giddy."
Jaina added in her final statement. "The Naga can be the Green Force and the rest will be the Orange Force. You can come get your colours now."
The leaders of each group took the paints and dyes and brought them to their group. They quickly splashed paints onto their shields and dyes were applied to strips of cloth to be tied to their weapons.
---
Jaina slowly turned around as a pair of hands rested on her shoulders. "Kael'thas..."
The prince held her hands. "Do you love me now?"
Her cheeks were bright red at the moment. "What have you done for me?"
"I kept my promise to you, Jaina. No matter where we are, I'll always find you, and haven't I?"
She then wrapped her arms around him. And in return, he held her in a warm embrace. Kael'thas finally felt complete. The sorceress that he had adored from so far away was at last, in his arms.