Lethendis' Story - Part II: Redemption
"Father, I'm telling you what I saw! Hordes of undead overcoming our band.. All the paladins but me were ultimately slaughtered..! I saw.. this is almost as horrible as when Lord Loreseeker was killed by that filthy.."
The young man babbled on to the elder priest within the Cathedral of Light, clutching a dirty bandage over his face. Unfortunately, his thoughts were interupted by the great wooden doors of the Cathedral slowly creeking open.
A man cloaked in dark brown cloth strode through the huge doorway; a little girl holding his hand. Despite the heavy coverings the man wore, the clink of armor could be heard.
For a near horrific moment, the elder priest saw Arthas in the man walking towards him. Thankfully, he knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, yet it still reminded that terrible even in the history of Lordaeron. Even though the man's face was veiled by the brown cloth he wore, it made the priest ponder his identity. Was he a priest of some sort?
The priest's son on the other hand, looked at the little girl. She looked familiar somehow.. but he couldn't quite remember.
The man walked towards the high priest, after taking a moment to glance around the entry way of the Cathedral, his child companion looked worried about something. Scared, almost.
"Welcome to the Cathedral of Light, good sir. Is there anything I can assist you with?" It was the typical greeting the priest gave new-comers.
He didn't respond. Nor did he look at the priest, either.
"..this child.." His voice was hoarse and gutteral.
"This child requires sanctuary.. which I am.. unable to give."
He paused again, his face seemed to be pointed to the ground. It was difficult to tell with the cloth that shrouded his head.
"I was.. hoping I could leave her here.. in your safety."
The priest looked at the child holding the man's hand, and saw his son doing the same. The man let go of the girl's hand, which he followed with a nod of his cloaked head. She walked timidly forward towards the priest, as her guardian stood motionless.
Lifting his head, though, the man watched the child's movements with glowing eyes.
Sickly green glowing eyes.
"You.." The priest's voice was a near whisper, but his son seemed to have reached the same conclusion as he had. He whipped out his shining longsword and pointed it at the cloaked man.
"Father! This is the same man who killed Lord Goldsteel!"
The sickly green eyes narrowed on the young paladin who had recognized him.
"Lethen returns to us at last, it seems."
The priest's words seemed to freeze the moment. But the man's movements broke the spell as the dark brown robe fell to the floor, revealing a man clad in shimmering black armor of the deepest night, adorned with skulls. Long dark hair shared the same hue as the armor he wore.
"I am.. not that child I once was, milord."
"I came to that understanding as I look upon the man before me. Why have you dared shown yourself within this hallowed place?"
The Dark Knight's eyes flickered to the priest's son who still held his sword pointed at the man before them. If they could even consider him a man.
"Sabastien, put your sword away, boy." His son looked at his father, surprised. Yet he obeyed and sheathed his sword.
"Tell me, Lethen, why you have came here. I had thought you destroyed enough of your father's legacy to last a lifetime."
The Death Knight ignored the barb.
"I came here.. to protect the child of the man I had killed. His dying words as my mace stole the life from him was concerning his daughter. I've.. come to repent."
Sabastien spat at the Death Knight's words.
"A little too late for that, isn't it, you pitiful wretch?"
Lethendis glared at the foolish young man.
"Silence your tongue, coward. You who flees from a battle calling me wretched? Quiet your voice or I shall silence it for you."
The Dark Knight's comment stung the young lad deeply. He gritted his teeth and continued to glare at the enemy standing before him.
"I wish that you take care of her. As you can see, I am.. unfit to do that."
The elder priest nodded. Maybe there was some humanity left in this man. Still, his crimes were too great.
"You would sacrifice your own life for a child, yet you would kill your own father?"
"Yes."
Sabastien winced. He had always greatly admired Lord Loreseeker. Yet, the high priest thought, this entire situation put each of the men in this room in great danger. Including himself.
"You.. people here knew nothing of my family or my father. I am disgusted by even the fact that his blood runs in my veins."
Nerves finally snapping, Sabastien yanked his longsword out in a downward slash at the disrespectful Dark Knight.
A clang of metal was heard beneath the black sparks that errupted from the same origin. Lethendis was clutching Sabastien's longsword in his gauntletted hand.
"Be gald I won't crush the life from your body.. for now."
No other words were uttered by the Dark Knight as what seemed to be black liquid seeping along the length of the young paladin's sword.
In an instant, the blade shattered.
The foolish lad holding the bladeless hilt was flung backward, away from the minor explosion. Lethendis turned his attention back to the priest.
"Forgive me. I did not come here to shed blood."
The priest nodded, he knew the Death Knight would not kill in this place. Not this time, anyway.
"Lethen.."
"Do not call me that. I am Lethendis, Death Knight of the Lich King."
The priest grimmaced. Apparently the rumors he had heard, his son's own story, was true. The Lich King was still striving to bolster his ranks.
"Lethendis, then.. you must know I can't allow you to just walk freely from this place. Your crimes are too great, my son."
He nodded, his shimmering green eyes not holding any emotion.
"I know this."
"Do you intent to kill this old man who now stands in your way?"
The Dark Knight hesitated by the old man's blunt comment.
"I know well of the consequences of my.. past actions when I entered the city gates. I shall not slay any while I am currently here. You must do as you will."
The little girl, who was silent up until now, cried out and rushed at the Dark Knight; a trail of golden hair behind her. She clutched desperately to his armored leg, finally catching onto what her 'protector' intended to do.
"No! Don't.. d-don't leave me.. don't take something else from me.. please.."
She sobbed hysterically against the dark metal of Lethendis' armor. His glowing eyes watched her, as he dropped to his knee and placed his hands on her shoulders. Corrupted eyes meeting the tear stained orbs of a child.
"This is.. what I must do. You'll be safe here. You'll.. always be in danger around me. I cannot allow that. Be safe, keep the necklace with you at all times."
She nodded to him as she flung her arms around him and hugged him tightly, before he stood back on his feet, looking at the priest.
"Call the guards. Tell them the mad man who has slain Lord Loreseeker has returned for more blood. Tell them to hurry before any life is stolen."
The old priest nodded at the young man, taking the sobbing girl's hand, he led her to the exit of the Cathedral. He hesitated as his eyes rested on his unconcious son, still laying in a crumpled heap on the floor.
After both the little girl and the priest was gone, Lethendis sat on an old stone bench in the side of the temple. He remembered always sitting on it as a boy.
There, Lethendis waited for the Stormwind Guards to come and take it all away.
Many troubled thoughts passed through Kelena's mind as she walked with the old priest to fetch the guards and have Lethendis arrested.
She had missed her father terribly, and she still wasn't sure if she would ever overcome that loss. But there were more pressing things. Her father's killer would finally face justice.
But would he?
Travelling with the Death Knight for such a time, she saw how well he cared for her, even though she was the child of an enemy. There was something beneath his dark armor and cold exterior that the man had blacked out. And now he was going to be imprisoned, or worse.
It was all too much for a little girl to handle.
The priest and her were passing through the park on the way to fetch the guard. Tears streaming down her face with every step they took.
She made up her mind in an instant. Yanking her hand from the old man, she sprinted away from him, knowing his old bones wouldn't ever be able to catch up.
Not being able to think clearly in her distressed state, she darted into the nearest and emptiest building she could find. Unfortunately for her, that building happened to be an abandoned and run down inn. The entire interior seemed to be coated in spider webs.
She had to hide somewhere, she told herself, if only for a little while. After all, she had already experienced much worse horrors than a scary old inn.
That's what she told herself, anyway, until she began to hear the whispers.
They sounded like nonsense, at first. Yet as she wandered deeper into the compound, they became more distinct. Unearthly whispers, taking her deeper into the building.
It was like she was a puppet, in that time. Being pulled and led on towards that destination, whatever that might be.
She didn't know how long she walked, or the path she took. There seemed to be a catacomb complex beneath the inn, but she couldn't stop her feet from carrying her deeper on. The whispers swirled around her like a whirlwind, it blocked out all other senses.
She stopped abruptly as she felt it pull at the strands of her heart and sould, trying to steal them from her.
Before the child, stood a portal of dark and volatile magic. It seemed to bubble as a slice in space and time. The whispers surrounding her seemed to radiate out from within the depths of the portal. Its destination masked with the unstable energies.
"Come," it called to her.
"Your future awaits."
Kelena found herself unable to resist the call. Even as she walked into the bubbling portal, taken to a world far from her own.
He was chained to the stone wall, the thick iron shackles cutting into his wrists.
He had been stripped of all belongings except for a loin cloth for the barest decency. The skull embedded dark armor, the skeletal mace made from the bones of his father, all taken from him while he was imprisoned.
His fate, it seemed, was still being decided. Even though he knew what the outcome would be.
Lethendis' thoughts drifted back to his awaited capture. Being dragged through the streets of Stormwind and spat upon by the public. He gritted his teeth in disgust, despite the feeling of knowing righteous justice would finally be done. Still, his bitter thoughts couldn't help but overtake him.
"I'll make them pay." He muttered to himself.
He didn't know how long he sat there in the hours of the night, unable to see the passage of the sun from his enclosed cell. When were those noble puppets going to finally reach their decision? Death seemed to be preferable to sitting in a cell, wasting away. At the very least, the Lich King would reward his efforts in death.
But would he? That thought brought a grimmace to Lethendis' face. At least the child was safe now, of that, he was glad. Maybe, in a small way, he had finally attoned for his sins.
However, those thoughts were interrupted by screams echoing from the upper levels of the prison complex. It was sounding as if the commotion was heading towards his own cell. The sounds he had heard sparked the Dark Knight's interest.
From the stair way at the end of the hall, errupted two beams of thick blackness. Screams still echoing from the floors above.
Out of the dust clearing from the stairway, clad in a slightly and splattered midnight colored robes, strode a High Elf. The darkness of the robes clashed greatly with the fair skin and pale golden hair. The elf took great care in dusting the debris off of himself.
"Tsk! What filth! The bloodstains will never cease to plague me!"
The elf continued to grumble to himself until it finally noticed Lethendis staring out of his cell, watching the elf with great interest.
"Foolish humans.. You could at least pipe up when I go to the digusting trouble of looking for you."
The elf sighed and rumaged through the pouches along his robes, drawing a befuddled look from the imprisoned Death Knight.
"Ah yes.. damned things always being misplaced.."
Lethendis might've even asked him what he meant by those words, for how curious he was of the elf. But all thoughts of communication were quickly severed as the High Elf began to weave his arms in spell casting.
A'fel-le a shandor-ka..
The barred cell door was obliterated in an instant, engulfed in a cloud of blackness. Lethendis fortunately had the good sense to throw himself to the back of the cell when he saw the elf beginning to cast a spell.
With the destruction of the doors, however, brought a new cloud of dust, making the elf cough and swear.
"It never ends!" Which he then tried desperately to dust himself off.
"By the Scale's name, what are you doing just sitting there for? Foolish humans.."
"My.. equipment.." the Death Knight stammered the words out, shocked by the elf's destructive display of power.
"Equipment? What are you babbling.. Oh. Armor and those foolish trinkets. Tsk, if you must."
The elf, with a sweeping and graceful, if even careless, gesture snapped his elegantly long fingers. All of Lethendis' armor appeared at his feet. Everything but the skull-mace. Regaining his composure, Lethendis voiced his thoughts.
"What of my weapon?"
"Weapon? Oh. The mace." The elf sword in what must've been the elven language.
"We don't have time for this nonsense! Now dress yourself and we shall leave this disgusting hole in the ground. You are quite safe in my care, but I would like to refrain from slaughtering any more of these petty humans than is deemed necessary."
Lethendis nodded, a slighty stab of loss concerning his weapon. It didn't matter, everything could be replaced. The Knight quickly concerned himself with strapping on his skull adorned plate armor.
"Human blood is such a bother.." more of the elf's grumbles could be heard as the Death Knight finished dressing.
"Finally ready are you? Good." the elf bagan rumaging through his pockets anew until he drew from within them a long and curved kris.
The High Elf seemed to be bored as he chanted the words of command to himself. During the casting, the elf sliced the dagger through the skin of his palm. As the oddly black blood oozed out, he threw his hand foward, expelling the blood into the air, ready for the droplets to fall to the earth.
Except they never did. The numerous droplets of blood were held in the air by an invisable force. As the elf continued to chant, the small droplets of blood expanded and grew, joining together and ultimately creating a large and watery-black portal.
"Well, do you just plan to stand there? There are things to be done, my little knight, and you have yet to see them."
Lethendis looked from the blood-portal to the strange elf with the same impatient expression stamped on his face. After a moment's hesitation, Lethendis walked through the bloody gateway.
"Foolish humans.."
The elf grinned wickedly and followed after the Death Knight. When they were gone, and many hours later when the massacred bodies of every human in the guard house was discovered, all that remained in Lethendis' cell was a shimmering pool of black blood on the cold, stone floor.
The small figure sat in a circle of runes. They were of yellow-green magics, hovering in the blood-tinged air. In front of the enclosed figure, stood a massive demon. Despite its hulking frame, it was a creature who worshipped the destructive magics of the nether.
"Your sight is pitiful. You must reach outward, break the protective runes stunting your vision. Do this now."
The voice was eerie and deep, shaking the ground beneath the both of them.
The figure concentrated on its given task, grinding teeth together in the process. One of the hovering yellow runes that was bobbing in the circle froze in place. A moment later, it shattered. The dark figure panted, the effort to break of of the runes being more than it expected.
Meanwhile, the demon grinned wickedly at the power the small figure had exerted. The progress was going well indeed. Snapping its massive fingers, the rune-circle vanished, leaving the small figure still panting to itself.
"Most excellent. Rest, regain your strength. Tomorrow we push forward in conquering and breaking the Arcane. Your progress is coming along nicely."
The figure stood up from its sitting position and shook out her long golden hair, streaked with blackness. She looked at the demom, her instructor in the Arcane, and nodded.
"I understand. I await the new paths we shall explore next, great one."
The massive demon bowed to the woman and hulked off to its own domain. Leaving the woman alone to gather her thoughts. So much time had passed..
But there was still much to be done.
A cloud of dust errupted from the skeleton guard as a ball of dark magic detonated it. The Lich had to vent its anger somehow, after all.
"You mean to tell me.. That my prized Death Knight, whom I've had great plans for, waltzed into Stormwind with a little girl, became imprisoned, and now simply vanished!"
The Human soldier, still wearing the tabard of the Stormwind Guard, quivered in fear before the undead creature. Despite the powers promised to the foolish man if he helped to assist the scourge, he was already regretting his decision to do so.
"Y-y-yes-s m-m-milord.."
It was amazing the human could even speak. The Lich, however, screamed a piercing and furious howl, angered that his precious toy had disappeared.
"What is it you pitiful fools do in your wretched city? How do you let someone simply disappear!"
The young guard had already given his account of what had happened more than once. All the human guards in the guard house holding Lethendis had been found dead. If they were intact, anyway. Whatever had swept through the guard house had torn appart and obliterated those within.
All except for Lethendis. His cell was broken and empty when the building was searched.
"M-milord.. I-I've already t-told y-you.."
The rest of the man's sentence was crushed as the Lich lifted the lesser being from his feet, suspended in the air by the magic possessed by the Lich.
Still hovering in the air, the man struggled against invisable bonds. The Lich brought the man closer to its skull-like face.
"Do you think your petty excuses hold any meaning?"
The guard quivered at the chilling cold of the voice. Even through the paralysis of fear, he knew something terrible was going to happen.
And that terrible thing indeed happened. The Lich, as if still breathing, took a huge intake of air. But it wasn't air it inhaled, the very essence of the man before the Lich was torn from him, being sucked in by the undead creature.
After consuming its meal, the lich tossed the lifeless husk to the side, its undead mind still fuming at the change of plans.
Upon stepping out from the blood-like portal, the two humanoids entered a dark chamber, dimmly lit by torches lining the earthen walls.
The rhythmic sounds of war drums assaulted their ears.
"By the Scale, they never quiet, do they.." The elf continued to grumble to itself. Lethendis had never listened to the war drums of the tribal races of Azeroth, but there most definately was some sort of clan within these halls. War shouts echoed from deeper within the caverns to match the rhythm of the drums. The high elf shook his head in irritation.
"Damnable orcs.."
His mutterings died away instantly as both he and his Death Knight companion stopped abruptly.
Two glowing orange eyes gleamed within the depths of the cavern, causing the High Elf to sweep into a respectful bow. Lethendis stood on his feet. What sort of place had he been taken to?
"My Lord, I have brought to you the, er, human you have request."
Whatever the thing was, it stood up to its full height, puffs of sulfuric smoke radiating outward from the creature. Lethendis was amazed at the size of the thing, even though he couldn't see what it exactly was.
"Ner'zuhl's new puppet.. how delightful."
The ancient voice shook the earth, and seemed to compress all the life that was in the room. It inspired a sense of fear and awe in the Death Knight. Which was, of course, an uncommon feeling, having delt with nothing but undeath for the past months.
"You have done well in bringing him here, Aerekath. You shall be rewarded indeed."
The High Elf grinned at the comment.
"Why, my lord, you know how I love to kill humans. It is so very dull always stuck in this cavern."
The think veiled in darkness seemed to chuckle, a diabolical sound like rocks grinding together.
"Step into the shadows, Lethendis. Look upon me."
Some of the fear and awe still dulled the Dark Knight's movements, but he complied with the thing's wishes and stepped closer to it within the shadows.
His eyes finally adjusting and giving off a faint green glow, the light from the torches assisted in unmasking the creature. Flickers of firelight reflected off the metallic black scales of the beast. But it could hardly be called a beast. Tendrils of smoke billowed out from its nostrals as it breathed.
A massive black dragon.
It looked at Lethendis through shimmering and piercing amber eyes. The Dark Knight found itself locked in its gaze.
"Do you know who I am, human?"
Lethendis could only shake his head.
"I am Luracifron, Black Drake Commander of my Brother, Nefarion. Welcome to the Blackrock Spire, young Death Knight."
The comment left the man shaked and confused, and unsure of what his future would hold.
"The arcane corrupts all who is too weak to control it.."
The words echoed in the woman's mind as she continued to stare at the glowing shard of harded arcane crystals. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead as she concentrated.
"To break it, you must become more powerful within than the magics you hope to wield.."
A small hair-line crack appeared in the crystal. More sweat slid down her face, she quivered from the strain that was put on her mind. But she had to concentrate, she had to push herself.
She had to become powerful.
Heaving a strained breath from within, the crystal shattered. Even as the last strength of her body was expelled and she collapsed in a heap, losing conciousness.
The large demon watched the woman's progress with great interest. The crystal he had given her was exceptionally difficult to break. Even his prized demonic apprentices, had struggled to even dent that crystal after years of study. Her progress was, by far, remarkable.
Hulking over to her unconcious form, the demon pulled from within its robes a vial of glowing yellow liquid. As gently as he could, the demon lifted the woman's head and poured the potion's contents into her mouth.
A moment later, her piercing blue orbs flickered open, her strength, both magical and physical, replenished.
"Wake. It is time now."
The demon spell caster stood on its feet once more, and weaved its massive arms in spell casting. Chanting the words of power.
Despite the uneven surface of the dark ground on which they two figures stood, a large glowing purple rune-circle appeared on the ground. The woman knew what that specific circle was used for from her studies.
"Step onto the rune and chant with me. You know the words."
She did as she was told, and stepped onto the glowing rune, beginning the words of power. Dark green smoke sirled around her as the demon and woman chanted. It swirled infront of the woman, condensing and taking shape.
The Felhound emerged from the dark smoke, growling at the two summoners.
"Quickly. Bind it to you."
The woman nodded and from within her robes produced a long, curved dagger. She sliced a long slash along the length of her left forearm. She chanted as the red blood seeped from the wound. The Felhound growing rigid with each word that was spoken.
Blood that had accumulated on the dark earthen ground slithered like a serpentine creature towards the Felhound. Upon contact, the blood pierced the rigid hide like tiny spears. Seeping into the demon-hound itself.
After a short quivering from the demon, the Felhound gave off another growl, until it quieted and padded over to the woman who it was now bound to.
The woman ran her fingers delicately over the leathery hide of her Felhound.
Her first demon under her command. Indeed, her progress was remarkable.
The massive figure grunted as the black warhammer whipped back around for another attack. Tight and powerful muscles managed to yank a shield infront of the flying head of the hammer. Both fighting figures panted with exhaustion.
"You fight good, for a pink skin,"
The orc grunted in orcish. His human opponent stood panting with his adversary. Within the last six months, he had learned orcish in order to communicate with his sparring partners.
"You're holding back."
Lethendis responded. This comment caused the orc to mash its teeth together in anger.
"You may be good, human, but don't be so arrogant as to think I wouldn't crush the life from you if I was able."
The orc spat at the Death Knight and threw his axe and shield to the ground. Marching away as it fumed. Lethendis guessed that he'd never come to understand orcs. At least they made better companions than the Dragonspawn. The Knight shook his head after thinking of the ill-tempered and silent guardsmen.
After months of training constantly for war, Lethendis was stuck pondering the purpose of it all. It was obvious the legions of the Spire were readying themselves for battle. But with whom?
The Black Drake, Luracifron, had confronted the Death Knight little over the course of his stay. But the short conversations held no depth or meaning to them. Only to inforce the face that the knight was ineed stuck here for a long, long time.
His stay with the orcs was a difficult one, but it was a life style Lethendis had grown to like. The work he was ordered to preform took his mind off things, at least.
But after hours and hours of mock-combat, left the young Dark Knight craving actual battle. As if he had been inflicted with the bloodlust that ran through the veins of his orcish companions. Maybe that was exactly waht the dragons wanted.
Still panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead from the earlier sparring match, Lethendis occupied himself with packing up the armor and equipment scattered around the small cave-like room.
At least he started to, until he was interrupted by a streak of darkness that split the air next to him like an invisable sword.
Aerekath's thin form slipped out of the dimensional gateway, brushing off his midnight-blue robes, while wearing an annoyed expression. He coughed.
"The Master requests an audience with you, my dear Lethendis."
The death knight figured it was something similar to that. The High Elf rarely came to the orcish quarter without something important to drive his motives.
After stepping through the streak of blackness, the two of them were then teleported to the huge cavern that housed the tremendous black dragon.
The ancient voice was there to greet both of them.
"Ah.. Lethendis. The time to put our might to use, is coming. And soon..."
A flicker of candle light reflected off the dark green skin, stretched tightly over the muscled arms. The orc poured over the tome it held in its massive hands. The glowing demonic runes that lined the pages gave away the thing's origin. But few could translate such texts. A streak of blackness appeared next to the orc, but so indulged in the tome that he didn't even notice.
Hearing the familiar grumbling over dirty robes and meaningless tasks, Morgall lifted his head from the text and looked at the High Elf's entrance.
"I honestly don't understand why I'm sent as a messenger for that little puppet. Tsk."
Morgall grinned and nodded att he truth in the elf's words. Someone such of his power should not be reduced to an errand boy. The High Elf seated himself beside the orc, the large desk holding many scrolls and tomes.
"Tsk.. and going to the orcish quarter.. I don't know how your people can live in such filth. No offense, of course, my dear friend."
Morgall chuckled, responding in his deep voice.
"Non taken, my friend. I cannot understand that myself, either."
Aerekath produced from his robes a long and battered scroll which he unrolled.
"What of the tome? You are the best of either of us with deciphering the magical demonic language. Is it still discussing this odd dimension?"
Morgall nodded to his elven partner, having been intrigued by the information recorded in the demonic text.
"What's written within this book is very.. odd. Tell me again, how you stumbled across this?"
The elf took a moment to reflect on the incident. Grinning while he did so.
"Some Draenei travelers ended up here after spending time in some demonic abyss. Attempting to "purify" the lot of them. Those certain holy fanatics, you know the ones I mean."
The orc grinned a gruesome smile and nodded. Aerekath continued.
"Unfortunately I was in the company of some of my former Blood Elf companions at the time, carrying out a mission from Illidan himself. We were not pleased with having been discovered. After the Draenei travelers were.. disposed of, I pocketted that tome since figuring it must be of some value. My blood elf companions were too busy covering the mess of their handy work to have noticed my actions."
"I see."
"Well? What of the contents?"
Morgall paused, pondering what he had just recently translated.
"It seems that whatever realm this belonged to, time was measured in a much different manner than our own. For instance, a day in our own world ends up lasting months or more, in theirs."
"Indeed that is interesting.. anything else?"
"Actually, yes. And somewhat humorous, as well. It tells of the demons encountering some 'fair skinned humanoid spell casters of shadow magic, wearing insignias of a golden lion'.. I can only assume that some Stormwind human warlocks managed to open a gate to that world. When, up arrival, they were captured and tested by the demons. Some were even dissected during their experiments."
The High Elf grimmaced at the orc's description of what had happened to the unfortunate humans.
"Ignorant fools. They should know better than to go off tramping through demon-infested worlds."
Morgall looked annoyed, but he nodded in agreement.
"Indeed. It seems they're too obsessed with sticking their noses into things where they do not belong. They did the same with Outland, if you remember."
Aerekath nodded somberly, realizing he had erred. Morgall was still touchy about his ancestors being plucked from their home world and used as demonic puppets. Then again, who wouldn't be? But a curious thought entered the elf's mind at that moment.
"But tell me, if the humans entered that world, assuming it was some Stormwind Warlocks, wouldn't they have been forced to leave an active portal open, due to the dangers of creating one within a foreign realm?"
Morgall nodded once again.
"Indeed. An extremely dangerous aspect as well. However, the demons have recorded searching for such a portal, but nothing has been found, from any means of searching."
"Well, I suppose that means we're safe from demonic invasion for the time being. I suggest we attempt to find this portal to keep our world safe. We don't want anything clashing with the Master's plans, after all."
"Agreed. When shall we venture into Stormwind, my Elven friend?"
Aerekath chuckled, matching the sound with a wicked grin.
"In good time, my friend. In good time."