Damn, this chapter took a while to get out, wasted two days doing nothing when I could have been editing this some more. But I am a stickler like that, hell I was even planning on getting the next United chapter for you as well but I got caught up at work this week and had to work the weekend because of crap that was out of my control.

Well that is life for you, so at least I got the weekly chapter for you and I plan to get this done for you as well. Also I will try, TRY, to get United and Are We Alone done by next week so we have three chapters to show you.

On another note I am wondering if I should put some stories on Ice, delay some stories and focus on the ones that are struggling like Lords of Warcraft and Are We Alone, they deserve some content considering how long it has been for them. But that is something I need to figure out on my own because I can only write so much.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter. And if you haven't checked it out yet go to TvTropes and take a look at the Transcendence page and look at the cool facts, and sent a thank you to Stuporman for creating the page for people to enjoy.


Transcendence

Chapter 55: Divided and Conquered

"Get the wounded out of here." Shandris ordered, pointing to the west. "Get them into the ruins up in the hills, do not take them to the pass."

The Officer nodded as she rushed off, yet Shandris did not put much hope into her objective being completed in time. Their wounded were now higher than their able bodied, and even then their standing forces had been cut in half.

"What are our supplies like?" Shandris asked, they had only gotten in some shipments from her Stronghold, but with the fighting going on she knew that they would blow through that quickly enough.

"We needed more salve and remedies, bandages we are forced to clean and reuse, the last shipment barely treated half of our wounded." Shyria replied.

Shandris glanced at her newest officer, Shyria Silverbloom, having been promoted in Iyeana's absence to serve as her second in command. She was doing well for the most part, which mainly was to keep her informed and help in dividing duties and tasks among the soldiers. But over the last three days that had become all the easier, with how many wounded they had there were only a few dozen left for her to command.

"We have dozens wounded, and barely anyone to treat them." Shandris said, scowling as she looked over their defenses in the distance.

The wall they had erected was holding against the Centaur, the stone provided by the Mountain Giants and the mortar being made from vines and moss given by the Green Dragonflight. Together they had made a near impenetrable barrier that they could hold onto near indefinitely, or so they thought.

The last two days there had been quakes and violent collapses along the pass, that wall they thought would hold back the Centaur was beginning to crumble. While they could have asked for the aid of the Mountain Giants and Ysondre's brood once more that had become impossible at this point. Whatever was causing the quakes had driven the Mountain Giants away, actual fear of the rumblings of the earth had shaken the massive creatures resolve.

As for the Green Dragonflight…

"Has there been any word from Adelina?" Shandris asked, hoping against hope that the young Druid had been able to get the Green Dragons to return.

She had arrived here a day and a half ago, just as the sun rose over the horizon, and come to relay the cause of the quakes and the situation in the Desolace. It was more dire than she could have imagined, for the reason she had returned was to gather reinforcement to help quell the Elementals and Centaur. Her mission was still underway, and for the last two days she had been gone alongside Quintus, Shandris had no doubt in her mind that she was likely failing.

"None, she has not returned from the Bough." Shyria replied, folding her arms behind her back. "Should we send someone? To see if the Dragons are coming to our aid would be welcome news to everyone."

The Green Dragonflight had all but retreated to the portal, the reason being was unknown but they had abandoned the defense of the pass to them alone. While her Sentinels alone could have held the wall, but that was before the quakes began. That same impenetrable wall was crumbling under the strain of the constant quakes, their defenses were falling apart and the Centaur were growing in numbers and recklessness.

Many sections of the wall had fallen, and despite the best efforts of the Alliance engineers and craftsman the wall was all but hanging on by a few posts and beams that kept the wall upright. While she would have wanted to keep that wall from falling it was pointless, its collapse was inevitable. So all she could do now was prepare for that collapse and the defense to be prepared for when they get through.

"How are the fallback positions coming along?" Shandris inquired.

"The barricades will keep the Centaur from spreading out, it will funnel them towards the valley between the Colossi." Shyria replied, looking to the twin mountain in the distance. "It will also keep them from the Bough and Ravenwing Ruins, yet we have only so many warriors left. And once the Centaur pass through here they will be colliding with the final barricade at the Colossi."

Shandris knew that they were not going to last long here, once the Centaur broke through it would be all over for them. It wouldn't be about if they break through anymore, that was a certainty waiting to happen; now it was about how they deal about it when they did get through. Sadly that was the problem, they had less than fifty abled bodied Sentinels still fighting, the other fifty were wounded and the other hundred were dead.

Even with the hundred and fifty Guardsman from Theramore Isle she was stretched thin on resources and manpower. Their only option was to create a kill box, a very long and elaborate kill box. If they created a small boundary for the Centaur to charge through they would keep pushing into it and eventually burst through, they had to give them enough room to move freely but force them to stay where they wanted.

"My army is all but spent; it is up to Colonel Lorena and her soldiers to hold the Colossi." Shandris replied.

Lorena and her troops were still fresh, their duties had been very light in comparison to her own forces. Shandris hoped that by changing over their forces that they could hold out for a little bit longer before reinforcements came their way, she would be happy for even the Tauren to turn up and help. At the moment support from Ashenvale and beyond was a complete unlikelihood; this was going to be her only option now.

"Do you think this will work?" Shyria asked.

"I can only hope, because when the funnel is breached then the Centaur will reestablish their forward camps again and we will be back where we started." Shandris stated, and that was if the Centaur decided to stop this time rather than just keep running. "Regardless though we will not retreat, instead we will kill as many as we can from the high ground."

While the Centaur were moving through many different trenches and pits they had dug out of the region her remaining Sentinels will be picking them off from on high. It was likely to do little, but they had hundreds of arrows left and they were going to be used to kill just as many Centaur. It will be their final stand, or maybe the Goddess will shine down on them again like many times before and give them a miracle.

"I pray to Elune that we will be able to halt this army." Shandris murmured to herself, this battle was not going to the end for her, be it in victory or defeat, this would be the last stand she could make to defend this forest.

"That would likely be the best thing we can hope for isn't it?" Shyria asked.

"Yes, it is." Shandris replied, that quiet moment was shattered a second later.

A thundering crash rocked the area and rattled the bones of all nearby, immediately her heart froze as she turned towards the pass and looked to the marble wall that barred all access to the Desolace. Towering over fifteen feet in height, held together by thick vines and roots, and large enough to be walked upon by three warriors side by side.

Yet this magnificent barricade that had held the Centaur horde at bay for three days could no longer handle the strain, while many breaches and openings had formed along its surface it stubbornly stood tall and impregnable. The stones crumbled and the defenders upon its ramparts quickly abandoned it before they collapsed with the stones beneath their boots.

"All Sentinels to the hills!" Shandris cried out, taking her bow in hand, preparing to get the last of her warriors to the high ground and continue their fight.

With that final command the walls collapsed completely, shattering and bathing the pass in dust and granite fragments. Shandris notched a bow and moved quickly to the nearest vantage point, drawing back the string and looked to the cloud and waited for anything to step through the cloud.

When the cloud darkened as if a brewing storm, thunder reaching her ears, she waited for the first centaur to bolt from it. When she did she let her arrow loose, within the time between heartbeats the arrow had struck the wild beast. But in the two seconds that the arrow sailed through the sky Shandris had drawn another bolt and fired again, yet five times as many enemies now were ahead of her.

'Let us hope the Goddess is on our side this day.'


Kolkar Village

He swung hard and fast, the blade bit into the Centaur's chest and the horse-man reared up onto his back legs in pain. As blood burst from the mortal wound Ichigo pivoted around and swung his blade upwards again to inflict an even greater wound upon the next target. Chest along with his face was neatly split apart, gruesome indeed, but Ichigo did not bother to look at his handiwork.

He leaped towards the next target, a Centaur Stormcaller that was trying to roast him alive with a lightning bolt from the heavens. Yet he charged in and with one hand he decapitated her, as her body crumbled the substitute charged past and made for the next group.

'Seven more to go.' Ichigo mused.

That was eighteen less than when he started, he had broken through most of their ranks and he was moving in for the kill. Three arrows whizzed over his head and nailed three separate targets, all fell to the ground with a roar and Ichigo moved on by them.

'Four left.' He amended.

He saw his target in the distance, letting out a gurgling roar as he leaped over the fallen bodies of his concubines, the last three Stormcallers standing guard in front of their mate. He knew that they should be a danger but they made a single mistake, instead of calling upon their magic as any smart person would do, they foolishly chose to defend their Khan with their weapons.

'Gotta make this quick, can't draw out this fight.'

Ducking down he skimmed under a mallet, he lopped off the aggressive limb before twisting his blade around to take the Stormcaller's head off as well. Turning Ichigo raised Zangetsu up and brought it down hard onto the next target, her torso was cut in twain and only held together by the connection to her horse body.

Turning he raised his arm and blocked the copper blade the third centaur used, the Mithril and Truesilver armor held against the inferior copper weapon, with a push he cast the blade from the centaur's grasp. Then he ran her through, blade exiting out her back and leaving her to fall limply onto his weapon, her weight dragging his arms down.

A roar of incoherent rage alerted him to the next attack, one that he sadly couldn't bring Zangetsu to bear quickly enough, releasing hold of the blade he stepped back and avoided the spear thrust. He avoided the two consecutive stabs before he stepped into one and allowed it to pass between his side and arm. Clamping down on it he punched the delicate wooden shaft and broke the weapon in two, he grasped the copper spear head and stabbed it into the tender flesh of the Khan's neck.

"Foul pink skin!" The Khan roared, swinging its massive fists towards Ichigo.

Ducking under the spiked gauntlets he evaded the mad yet powerful strikes of the Centaur, even with the fatal spear in his jugular he did not seem to care. Adrenaline or simple stubbornness kept the insane beast alive, that wouldn't do, this fight needed to be ended right now.

Weaving away from the Centaur he retreated back towards his Zanpakuto and grasped the cloth wrapped hilt, pulling it free and swinging the blade upwards. He carved a descent opening in the Centaur's chest, yet the roar that escaped its lacerated throat did not show that he was affected. Ichigo had to admit that these Centaurs are certainly more durable than the common fodder he has been dealing with, guess the Khan's are made of better stuff.

"Die pink skin!"

Ichigo stumbled back as the Centaur swung in, his previous attack doing nothing to break the Centaur's stride or even the fist that nearly shredded his face. Regaining his footing he leaped back as the Khan reared up and attempted to trample him, yet Ichigo was quick to retake the offensive. Stepping forward he plunged his blade through the Centaur's chest, he had expected it to be over from there, but it seemed that the attack did not strike the heart.

The Centaur grasped his blade and pulled Ichigo in closer, the Khan was actually impaling himself deeper onto the Zanpakuto, the bloody and saliva spewing snarl on the Khan's lips grew. With a roar he wrapped his large hand around Ichigo's neck, attempting to choke the life from the substitute.

'Fuck sake!'

He knew that there were ways for people to survive being stabbed and cut but this was just damn ridiculous, this Khan should be dead right now. But sadly those thoughts of the incredibility of this moment had to wait as he felt his trachea getting crushed. He tried to free himself from the grasp of the Centaur and also get his blade out of the guy's chest but his grip was surprisingly rigid right now.

"Break your neck! Make your skin my new cloak!" The Koltar Khan roared.

"Like… hell…!" Ichigo choked, letting go of Zangetsu and then twisting the limb that held him around.

Holding it there he punched it along the elbow, it snapped audibly and sounded quite sickening. But the guy's grip went slack a moment later and that was what he wanted, yet as per usual with this guy it seemed to be pissing him off.

But when the guy roared at him with indignity, if you could call all the shit he had handed out to him that, Ichigo lunged at him and grasped his jaw and the back of his head. With all his strength he quickly twisted it; the sound of another crack silenced the Centaur.

As it dropped dead Ichigo stumbled away and finally had time to grasp his throat and take in a few deep breaths, that had hurt a bit and he was certain he was going to get a bruise. Shaking it off he looked over the camp, he found that the Centaur were already in a route, Iyeana and her Sentinels had done their job. With the Koltar in retreat the Tauren could continue to pressure the mountain without interference from the Centaur, yet, that was the hope after all.

'Don't know if this is doing us any favors though.' Ichigo thought, knowing that they had no choice but to drive the Centaur in one direction.

Away from the north and definitely not towards the west, and with the mountains to the east that left only one place to go. South, where the pass to the Ferelas was and apparently where the majority of the Centaur clans were marshalling. Right now they may be taking the pressure off the Tauren and Horde but they were adding to Shandris' plate more things to deal with.

But it was their only option at this point; they had the most numbers and had a greater force than their own as well as more powerful warriors at their side. Iyeana had been adamant that with Shandris in command she could hold the line and that with Hamuul moving to gather the clans maybe they would be reinforced within the next few days.

'But will it be enough?' Ichigo thought, the numbers they were seeing were not encouraging. 'Even if the Centaur descends into infighting, both with other clans and themselves, to pick a new leader, if all these clans eventually fall under the strongest Khan what would be able to stop that?'

But he had to suck it up, he could only trust that Shandris would be able to handle whatever came her way and hold the Centaur back long enough until she got the support she needed. That was if she actually needed it.

She still had the Green Dragonflight and the Mountain Giants, so maybe he was being worried over nothing.

"Nicely done."

Ichigo turned from the sight of the Centaur clan retreating; he found Iyeana and Anaesia strolling up towards him. Oddly she had become less commanding in his presence; in fact she had actually made him into a member of her routine and kept him close at hand. Ichigo always guessed that it was because she thought he would come up with some other idea, guess that meeting had a bigger impact on her view on him than last thought.

"Yeah, but feels like were not doing much really." Ichigo replied.

"Keeping the Centaur leaderless and unorganized is what we need to do, your suggestion in fact was that we hold them here, and that is what we are doing." Iyeana responded, strolling up beside him and looking over the field. "There is little more we can do sadly, we have few troops to truly mount an offensive, and we cannot allow a sizable force to move towards the North, our only option is to keep them in the South."

"Has me worried, don't ask me why, but I get this feeling something is wrong." Ichigo replied, true he could say that it was this feeling he got from the Mountain, but his instinct told him something else.

"We haven't received word from Shandris, as far as we are aware she is holding back the Centaur." Iyeana said, trying to calm Ichigo's concerns, keeping him focused is something she needed to prioritize.

He was their best warrior, both in power and skill, making sure he was in good shape both in body and mind was important. He had no experience in these kinds of conflicts, where a single consequence on the other side of the battlefield could spell ill end to everyone that takes part in the whole campaign.

"Yeah, but we haven't heard from Nijel's Point in two days as well, not only that, we haven't even had any news from Codexia or about Ethel Rethor." Ichigo said, scowling as he turned to the North-West and looked towards the general direction of the city.

He could see the darkness on the very edge of the horizon, just a speck of black in the dusk sun that was beginning to fall over the western skyline. That storm was still brewing, meaning only one thing, the Highborne and their Noble leaders were still in control of the city. Mordent and Codexia had failed to retrieve it, they could be dead or captured for all he knew, and that entire endeavor had been all for nothing.

"Two days and it feels like we haven't accomplished anything." Ichigo said, letting out a pent up growl.

"Entering the city now will be difficult to do without incurring unnecessary casualties, Caren and Azore are still looking for a means for us to enter on mass, but until we can do so safely we must stay our course." Iyeana replied, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know that doing what needs to be done compared to what you want to do is hard, but know that every action we make today saved more lives."

Ichigo felt some of the tension bleed away, he often had this talk with others before. He was often pulled out of doing something reckless and stupid when he wanted to charge off and save someone or help. Sometimes it worked, took down the Gatekeeper and beat Kenpachi being some key examples, but other times it didn't work or it had some consequences, confronting an enemy out of his league and nearly dying.

"Guess you're right." Ichigo relented to her logic.

He knew better then to rush off and expect to solve the problem with brute force, it was well above his own knowledge and past experience that running into a problem never solved it. He just had to wait and see how things develop, even if his own gut was constantly telling him to worry and do anything. His instincts were never wrong, something that had him worried, and he would feel better if the problem was dealt with.

"We have taken on more wounded, along with lost several warriors, I will send those we can back to Nijel's Point. But also see about having word returned regarding Shandris and their forces at the Twin Colossi." Iyeana replied.

"Thank." Ichigo said, he knew she was doing it to try and ease his nerves, but he felt more tense about confirming his fears than not knowing.

"Come, we will be making camp, tomorrow we continue the hunt for the Khans." Iyeana turned and moved down the path, her Sentinels following after her and leaving Ichigo to contemplate her words.

But deep down he was worrying about a lot of things rather than just the outcome of this little war and the fate of his allies scattered across the region. Truthfully he was recalling the battle in Dire Maul, how many people died there, the slaughter that it was had left it marks on him. Seeing so many dead, allies and comrades that had fallen to the demons, it had left an impression on him and how he viewed war.

Things like this were not as he expected, because now he realizes just how chaotic and despairing war can be, during and after battles were the worst it seemed. Often it was only one on one battles for him, never truly fights where he fought against large numbers or with an army alongside him. Truly this was a different experience all together, and as he looked out over the fields seeing the fallen Sentinels being dragged out from the bodies of the Centaur he realized just how morbid it was.

Rarely did he see the Sentinels express any deep expressions of despair for the loss of so many of their friends and allies. It made him wonder how many of them had lost friends and comrades in the past. That the death of an ally felt normal to them, or that they hid it so well that they appeared not to care so. It was a question he had no desire to have answered, nor did he want to think about it and how he would react in their shoes.

This had been only one of the few times he had been able to view a battlefield after the battle had concluded, in Feathermoon Stronghold, Shady Rest and Dire Maul he had escaped sight of the more gruesome of ends. Usually from forces outside of his control, that rendered him unconscious, and been spared from seeing it.

But after the Twin Colossi he had been exposed to the grizzly side of war, all that it entailed and he couldn't say that he enjoyed it. It was dark and twisted, war is not something one should find themselves in or becoming accustomed to, it changed people and he hoped that his time here wouldn't do the same to him.

Turning from the battlefield he moved after Iyeana, he hoped to get some rest. They still had to hunt down two more Khans tomorrow; from there all the clans would be leaderless. If what Iyeana had envisioned had been correct, than the Centaur would be too busy fighting each other to do anything regarding escaping the region.


Ghost Walker Post

A cry of alarm came from his warriors as the Elementals descended upon them in the night, torches and pyres illuminated the entire graveyard with the many bones casting twisted shadows upon the ground. Yet they danced and morphed even more as the many Braves and Blademasters fought against the invaders, it was a terrifying sight for those unaccustomed to war and battle.

"Pull our forces back!" Mairne barked, a frontal assault would avail them nothing but more corpses, he would handle this in another way. "Storms! I call unto you! Descend your wrath to the earth and shatter the children of stone and save my kin from their rage!"

His call was answered, thunder brewed above the Graveyard and lightning whizzed between the clouds as it waited for the guiding hand of the Shaman to descend. So when his warriors retreated from the battle he let loose the storm, and as his hand fell so did the Lightning.

It sparked and melted through the craggy bodies of the Elementals, some even shattering from the powerful bolts that collided with their torsos. As the Lightning continued to fall he took off into a run, rushing towards the precipice where of the cliff he stood upon, and he left it with a mighty leap into the air.

Yet he did not fall like a cast stone, instead he glided through the air, the winds circled him and guided him forward and towards the raging storm where the Elementals were momentarily held at bay. He fell to the ground and with a loud boom of thunder he landed, hooves buried in the ashen sand, rising to his full height and paced towards the forward line. Passing fleeing Braves, and stubborn Blademasters that had not listened to his command, he raised his hammer high and called for the Lightning.

It answered and a single stream flowed through his weapon and down his arm, coursing its way around his body and forming waves of electrical currents. Without waiting for the Elementals to strike he met them head on, charging through the descending lightning and striking the first Earth Elemental in his way.

His hammer shattered its head and sundered its body, letting the formation of rocks crumble to the ground. With a roar fire surged from his pauldron and down his arm, forming over his shield, before it was tossed towards the nearest enemy. The Elemental was engulfed in a wave of intense fire that was potent enough to melt most of its granite body and the bracers that bound it to the material world.

He turned and was struck, a large fist colliding with his chest, yet the hand that was the size of his own body did not send him flying back. He held his ground; his hooves digging into the sand, the lightning that surged over his body pushed back against the attack and retaliated. Immediately it enveloped the giant's arm, lightning surging through the earth and tearing it apart slowly, before it exploded with a bright spark.

Mairne and the elemental staggered from one another, glancing up the Shaman found that his opponent was a giant of rock and crystal. Fifteen feet tall and dwarfed him by over six feet in height, while also dwarfing him in bulk and mass easily. Sadly his inspection of his enemy ended when the beast attacked again, with no magical protection upon him he was left with his own strength and his shield to defend himself.

Sadly that didn't do him any good, Mairne was thrown off his hooves and sent sailing through the air. Hitting the ground with a thud, bouncing off the sand and crashing through a pile of bones that collapsed upon him, he let out a growl as he tried to lift himself up.

"Damn." Mairne grumbled, looking to his shield arm, it was broken for certain.

He knew that he could not fight with his arm handing limply at his side, it would just get in the way. Lowering the limb to the ground he touched the sand, calling to the stone buried beneath it to rise up and form over his arm.

"Earth, come to my aid, shield my broken limb and allow your guiding might become the strength that I need to quell the raging stones." Mairne called, closing his eyes and calling to the Earth.

Of the four elements it would be the most difficult to call to through this chaos, but he hoped that there were some spirits that would answer his call and help him. Sad to say that an elemental did hear his call, but it was far from friendly, the lumbering Earth Elemental moved towards him to finish the job and break every other bone in his body. Also might leave him nothing more than a patch of gore on the ground as well.

"Crush!" The Elemental grumbled, raising its remaining arm to attack, but Mairne did not move to defend himself or even retreat.

He had to let the earth finish its channeling; the stone was working its way up and over his arm and would eventually encompass it entirely. Once it was sealed he could move again, because there was no way he would be able to move with it flowing as it was, he was trapped there.

"Lightning! Shatter this chaotic beast and let it desecrate this resting place no longer!"

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the elemental, it staggered back and its malformed head cracked apart. Yet despite missing a portion of its face it did not seem to be affected by the harm inflicted upon it, instead it let out a roar and turned to the attacker.

Gurda Wildmane along with several warriors rushed forward to meet the Elemental in combat, blades, axes and spears were swung and stabbed towards the massive fifteen foot tall walking mountain. It did not regard the fumbling attackers below it, instead it gave a roar and struck out at the warriors that were but pebbles to its massive gait.

Many fell from the chaotic assault from the large elemental, cast aside, crushed underfoot and others grasped and squeezed until their bodies crumbled like soft dough in its hands. Their warriors were unable to do anything to harm the massive creature; even the Shamans that battered it from a distance with calls did little other than aggravate it.

"Do not falter!" Gurda cried, scooping up some dirt from the ground and then bathing it in fire. "Fire and Earth come together and unite against this rogue that seeks to disrupt the balance of the Elements!"

The earth and fire soon turned to churning magma that she casts towards the Elemental, when it strikes it expands and encompasses its torso, melting into the stone and tearing away more of its daunting mass. With another roar it tried to brush away the molten sludge that liquefied its hard granite body, but they did not give it a chance to do so.

Rushing forward several Blademasters with their weapon aflame with elemental fire, they charged in and weaved past the granite giant, delivering strikes before hastily gaining distance. They continued this tactic, their fiery weapons cutting through the stone and melting away the giant's most powerful defense. It seemed to realize the same thing, considering it began to rampage across the area and try desperately to crush anyone that was nearby.

"Take out its legs!" Drakada Loneslayer called out, charging forward and leaping to the side of the fist that would have crushed him, and slashing against the Elemental's knee.

It did not buckle, but with the many other cuts that bled molten slag he knew that it would soon collapse and be at their mercy. Leaping back he avoided the leg he cut from kicking him, bouncing backward he gained as much distance as needed and waited for another opportunity to strike. Two more warriors moved in, both slashing the same leg he had wounded before they rushed to a safe distance.

"Break you all!" The Earth Giant cried out, grasping a nearby Kodo skull, lifting it up and then tossing it towards the closest group of Blademasters.

Drakada saw two of his warrior disappear under the massive bone and the dust cloud that followed in its landing, he turning back to the elemental as it picked up a rib and intended to use it as a club. Drakada rushed in again, blade drawn low and held at his side, ducking around the kodo's rib bone that was near as thick as his own arm.

He slashed up and cut through the bone, severing it in two before slashing down at the elementals hand. His blade sliced through the fingers, leaving only an opposing thumb-like digit to remain, and then leaped in and cut into its leg once more, digging another deep trench in its stone skin.

The elemental roared and attacked once more, using its malformed palm as a hammer to try and flatten the Blademaster. Yet before the deadly blow could be delivered a weapon whirled through the air and struck the elemental in the face. The large axe dug into the stony visage of the elemental, despite its large size and less than magical nature, causing the attack to falter.

"Bring it down!" Mairne called out.

Ripping his arm from the ground, covered in molten stone and pulsing with power and energy, he raised his hammer up and advanced towards the Elemental. Drakada quickly twisted his blade and delivered three quick slices to the leg. As chunks of stone fell and melted away the appendage the elemental began to teeter backwards, its remaining arm waving rapidly as it tried to maintain its balance.

But it ended when a large hulking being charged forward and collided with its chest, the elemental had actually been thrown off its feet. With a heavy boom it hit the ground, sprawled out on the sand and momentarily staggered, as it tried to sit up a hand reached forward and ripped the axe from its already damaged cranium. A large hulking entity stood upon its chest, a large barreled chest with a black beast cowl over its head.

"Get back!"

Mairne stepped forward and raised his hammer, bathed in fire, lightning and wind; all coursed within weapon and was ready to be unleashed with the next strike. The figure leaped away from the Elemental allowing the Shaman to deliver the final blow.

His hammer fell and as soon as it struck the elemental's chest a rupture of pure force escaped from his weapon, directly entirely towards where he hit. The earth elemental was sundered completely; body rips apart and shattered into nothing but fine granules that would shower the entire graveyard.

Mairne raised his hammer, flexing them molten rock arm that covered his broken limb, he had felt a pinch when he swung. Ignoring the itching beneath it he turned to their newest arrival, finding the hulking orcish being standing apart from the green skinned brethren.

"You there, you appear to be an orc, yet you are not so." Mairne said, finding the tanned skinned warrior to be different from typical orcs.

His skin was not green, the shade being a cinnamon color, and his form was much more daunting and muscular than those around him. Even his features, half hidden behind a cowl of an unknown beast, showed a strong muscular jaw and sharp dagger teeth.

"Tell us your name warrior, who is it that comes to our aid?" Mairne continued.

"I am Rexxar, Champion of the Horde, and a Mok'Nathal!" The large warrior boasted, slamming his fist into his chest. "I come to aid against these Elementals, they threaten this place and I have come to ensure the safety of all the warriors here."

Mairne looked on at the Mok'Nathal, he had not heard of one before, but he knew the name of this one well enough. Rexxar was a great warrior and ally to Thrall, his actions had proven to be vital in protecting the borders of Durotar and the entirety of the Horde with his actions against Daelin Proudmoore.

"I have heard of you then, you have my thanks then Champion for your timely arrival and aid." Mairne said, giving a bow to the Mok'Nathal.

"Yes, it is good to see you again!" Gurda called out, smiling as she approached the orc and ogre offspring. "When this unrest began we feared you lost in the deserts assailed by the elementals."

"I was, luckily me and Misha are well." Rexxar said, as a large bear skulked towards him and rested at his side. "Yet the peril does not end, we are under attack!"

True to his word more elementals poured in from the western pass into the graveyard, swarming towards them, crushing skeletons of long dead beast beneath them. Gurda was quick to order a defensive line to form, her Shamans moving forward to try and cull the swarm before they fell upon their troops.

But Mairne knew that they were at their breaking point, the spirits grew ever harder to contact than before. Those of water and earth were near unresponsive, likely due to the Primal Spirits of those elements being held captive within Ethel Rethor. For if they were what gave the Shamans connection to the elements, their imprisonment and the theft of their power was severing that connection with each passing day.

While their warriors were growing wearier, for those that were able to keep fighting that is, there were many dead and few wounded to treat. It may have been a blessing really, to have so few wounded to tend, that very little could be done to help. Mairne did not know if they could hold the Graveyard for the night, for come daybreak this place will be overwhelmed and taken by the elementals.

"We must pull back to the bluffs! There we can rain down fire and storms upon them, we can hold there!" Gurda called, and Mairne agreed with her words, they could no longer do anything else but draw their attention and fight on the high ground.

"No, the battle here is over, we must withdraw!" Rexxar called out.

"I will not flee half-breed!" Drakada roared, raising his flaming blade. "We have shed much blood here to protect this graveyard, and loath I am to listen to the suggestions of a human I will not flee here after so many deaths and not be victorious!"

Mairne hated to admit it but he knew that retreat was an option he wished to execute; they had not a chance to hold this place with so few warriors and with dwindling resources and fortitude. He knew that eventually they would succumb, and it would this night that it happened.

Yet if they were to leave the elementals will swarm across the region and wreak havoc, for here they could be drawn so that their spread could be delayed and mitigated. Even if their staying would hold them for a few more hours, that alone could mean that by some miracle a solution can be performed to fix this.

"Then you will die here not by the earthen fists of these elementals, I can to bring warning of another enemy that moves closer, the Centaur! They move here with all haste and will be upon you in moments!" Rexxar replied, raising his axe and aiming to the East. "We must leave now; none can stand against them while the elementals assail you from the West."

Mairne scowled, he looked to the east, although unable to see anything beyond the large bluff he knew that an attack from the east would shatter their forces completely. What had been a last stand of a few hours had become an extermination that would last a few minutes.

"Retreat it is then." Mairne said, turning and motioning for a Brave. "Go to the Outpost, get the wounded ready to move, along with everyone else, we must depart now!"

"You would flee?" Drakada growled, glaring at the Shaman for the cowardice of his actions.

"Would you rather we stay to die a pointless death?" Mairne responded with a grunt. "We can do no more here, our deaths now will be in vain and accomplish nothing, best to survive and plan a new offensive."

"Where pray shall we go then, Shaman?" Drakada sneered, spreading his hands wide. "Nothing else is here for us! This outpost is all there is!"

"No! On the coast, near the south-western slope of the mountain there is a village." Gurda said. "There is a tribe of trolls there, they can give us aid."

"I know the way, a friend is there." Rexxar replied.

"Then lead the way." Mairne said, moving for the front line where the shamans were gathering their power to summon another mighty storm. "I will help hold the enemy here, move ahead of us and get to safety. Drakada! Go with them and protect those that cannot fight for themselves!"

The Blademaster remained motionless for a moment, his scowl deepened before he gave a growl and turned, following after the Mok'Nathal. Warriors soon descended from the bluffs, carrying wounded and what supplies that they could carry, and moved for the south to the only other exit to the graveyard.

Mairne strolled forward, Gurda by his side, they had to hold the Elementals off for as long as they could. Their mission here had failed, and with it their chance to contain this threat and retake the mountain when the time came. They needed a new strategy, but he could not hope to produce one with how despairing the situation had become.


Ethel Rethor

Tylarwin and Maluineth strolled down the hallway, approaching the main doorway into the Council Chambers; they had to report some unsettling news. Both within the city and outside of it, news over the past day had not been very inspiring and even as the moon reached its zenith in the sky and would begin its descent they did not for a moment think their concerns will drop with it.

"He needs to be called up on his actions, if what you have told me is true than he needs to be reprimanded." Tylarwin said, scowling as he kept his gaze straight ahead and towards the door.

"I know that, but we must be careful, I fear that he may have support in his actions, his methods may be questioned but not the results they bring." Maluineth replied.

"Even so, coveting these artefacts is something that the other members of the Council must realize that they are not above reproach." Tylarwin stated.

"We are in agreement then." She ended their conversation there.

As they moved for the doorway magical seals on its surface glowed, unlocking the door and opening it for them to pass through. Entering they found the other councilors present, all drinking from glasses and making idle conversation with one another. Although Mildreas stood off to the side, no glass in hand and instead seem to be brooding to himself, his scowl seemed even more deeper than usual.

"Ah, my Lady Moonscribe and Lord Stormweaver, it is good that you both have arrives, rumors have been circulating as of late, we would like to know if they are true." A'oraen said, placing his glass down on the railing that surrounded the suspended artefact, known as the Heart of Veles.

"That and more, I am afraid." Tylarwin said, his words cutting through any formalities as he went straight to the heart of the matter. "Mordent Evershade, alongside Codexia Fairchild and who knows how many others have infiltrated the city and are currently at large."

There was little in terms of surprise from the nobles regarding these criminals being within the city, word had already spread of his return along with Codexia, but they were concerned when they heard that he was still at large.

"It was my belief that Mordent was captured, by you my Lady." Nytheas stated, raising an eyebrow as he made the comment, wondering if he was wrong in the statement.

"He was, momentarily I am afraid; it seems that he intended to be captured so that he could free his brethren." Maluineth replied.

She remembered it clearly, she had led Tylarwin down into the tunnels beneath the city to help her interrogate Mordent and discuss other business, and she found he had escaped. Having somehow freed himself and his loyal followers from their cells, likely there had been others that had aided in the prison break but it did not stop the fact she had been played by the man.

"So we have a contingent of rogue magi roaming the city?" A'oraen said, frowning as he tried to think of a possible strategy to counter this issue.

"How did they enter the city and get by your guards Tylarwin? Are you not the protector of this place?" Mildreas asked, glaring at the man, quick to point out failings in others.

"They entered by using an artefact." Maluineth said, stepping in front of Tylarwin and taking the man's ire. "Allaminar, the Star Blade, a weapon we recovered from the ruins in the East, a weapon that was securely locked away in the vaults of the Shen'dralar."

Her eyes never left Mildreas as she spoke, her gaze accusing and speaking more pointedly than her words were, for the moment.

"How is it that he came by a weapon you say was secure within your vaults then?" Elaallaes inquired.

"Because that artefact, along with a dozen others, was stolen." Maluineth replied, her eyes never leaving the irate Highborne who glowered under her gaze. "It was delivered into Mordents hands by none other than Mildreas' son, Sylerian."

"Lies!" Mildreas barked.

"You deny giving your son the weapon? You deny having hand in taking the weapon from my vaults? Along with many other artefacts that have been deemed dangerous and too barbaric to use?" Maluineth inquired, glaring the schemer who she knew had taken her artefacts and was already scheming behind her back and within her order.

"These are some serious accusations; I do hope that you can answer for this Lord Willowgrave." A'oraen said, turning towards the man and frowning.

"They are lies, I never pilfered from her vaults, and I used one of my agents to collect certain objects that would aid in the assault on the mountain." Mildreas replied.

"Collecting without permission or forewarning is still thievery; you stole powerful artefacts out from under my roof and thought to get away with it." Maluineth growled, glaring at the older Noble and for a moment thought to strike him down for these treasonous acts.

"Watch your tone girl, you are not old nor privileged enough to think you can accuse me." Mildreas retorted, teeth clenched and fists balled, it would seem that they were ready to fight one another.

"Enough, we will descend into a brawl, this place is meant to decide the course of our peoples futures with words, not violence and threats, or ulterior motives." A'oraen replied, frowning at both of the Nobles and silently making certain that they understood what was expected of them. "This will be settled as such, with words."

Both remained in place for a moment, ready to pounce and lash out, but after a few tense heartbeats they turned from one another. Sneers escaping their lips as they were forced to back down, but none the less A'oraen gave small pleased smiled as he spoke up once more.

"Good. Now that tempers have been cooled, let us return to the subject, there is no doubt that Mildreas ordered these artefacts taken." When Mildreas attempted to argue a defence he was halted by a raised hand, A'oraen continued from there. "However, I would like to know, as would everyone here, as to why you would secret them away rather than request them, as well as why you needed these artefacts."

Mildreas' expression changed slowly as he glanced at the other members of the court, in her entire time within this court and the few occasions she had seen the man he had never worn such an expression.

"Lack of ability and power I am afraid." Mildreas replied, that was a question that baffled the other members, even the usually stoic A'oraen seemed perplexed by the statement. "What I mean is: the soldiers that I had sent to fight against Mordent and Codexia were not skilled or highly trained warriors as Tylarwin's own."

Maluineth and Tylarwin shared a glance at the statement, one raising an eyebrow at the statement while the latter seemed thoughtful on something. But that glance was the only thing they shared before they turned back to listen to his defence.

"My men were tasked with recovering the Artefact and delivering swift ends to Mordent and Codexia, but even with the numbers I sent I did not think that many would survive. So I chose to improve the odds, and those artefacts were the key to doing that."

"What artefacts did you employ?" Maluineth inquired, she wanted a list of all that was taken, she knew some of what had been taken but she wanted to know exactly what was lost to this man and see if they could be retrieved.

"Raiment's of General Yealdan and Allaminar, the Star Blade, had been given to my son personally." Mildreas replied, calmly and oddly with not scathing tone or remark on his lips. "I had hoped that with the impervious armour and powerful blade he could overcome Codexia and Mordent, I was wrong it would seem."

Maluineth nodded her head at the statement, yet she had some other thoughts on the matter on which contradicted the words that left that man's mouth. Yet she did not speak, only waiting for him to continue to speak and learn what else he had taken.

"I had taken the Handmaiden Statue and the Brazier, used their potent magical abilities to enhance my warriors so that they could traverse those dark caverns and have a chance to survive." Mildreas moved on, a frown finally appearing on his face as he moved to protect himself. "It did little I am afraid."

From there he went to list the other items he took and the purpose of them in his means to aid his warriors, most seemed reasonable to an extent for those who knew no better. But Maluineth knew that something was wrong with the reasons he had given with the artefacts that had been taken, although she did not voice them. Instead her thoughts were taken when the last item was mentioned.

"You stole from me? You stole my tomes!" Maluineth growled, glaring at the Noble, the gall of him was palpable and sought to drown her in fury. "How dare you! You have no right to step into my sanctum and steal from me! This little scheme of yours, I will…"

"Calm yourself Maluineth!" A'oraen ordered, raising a placating hand and gazing towards Tylarwin.

The older warrior stepped forward and placed a firm hand on the mage's shoulder, keeping her from advancing towards the silent Noble who did nothing but glare at her. Maluineth seethed and trembled, this bastard actually thought he could steal from her? Take a time that was part of her personal library and make a fool of her?

"Calm yourself, anger won't get you anything." Tylarwin cautioned, glancing at her and giving her a firm squeeze so that his words sank in.

Within a minute she composed herself, fighting down the thoughts of vengeance and bloody retribution, and sought onto the glare at the man with new found anger.

"The tome I took was to research the viability of these Primal Spirits as a new source of sustenance for our people, as you are all well aware the Draught wringed from them is less than as expected." Mildreas replied. "I simply sought to see if there were any practices within that could change this, after all in ancient past there had been spoken of special trees that had the ability to mix natural energies from the world with Arcane energies."

Maluineth knew what he spoke of, it was the Arcan'dor, she knew of it and the tree that was said to balance Arcane and Natural energies of the world together. Yet how could he have known about that? Such knowledge was either guarded or lost to time, in fact she was certain that she was the only one that knew of it.

"Interesting, it seems that you and me have much to discuss on this Mildreas." A'oraen replied, sounding thoughtful for a moment. "But it does not excuse you from going to these lengths, why did you not acquire these artefacts with Maluineth's permission."

Mildreas was silent for a moment, it was those agonizing few seconds that felt pleasant for Maluineth as she watched his calm slowly crumble under the gaze of the man.

"Because, you ordered me to do so." Mildreas replied, and for a second time it seemed that Noble had broken the Head Chancellor's stoic expression and demeanour.

"I would like you to repeat that, and also that you give answer as to why you shift this blame onto me?" A'oraen replied, calm all but leaving his features and he openly glared at the man.

"I repeat, you ordered me to do so." Mildreas replied, calm as ever under the scornful eye of the Chancellor. "Remember our discussion on the viability of the Primal Spirits as tools and also the defence of the city?"

A'oraen did nothing more than give a nod and gesture for him to continue, but his eyes betrayed his growing irritation, and Mildreas was quick to clarify before the man grew tired of his speech.

"I spoke of the Spirits potential and how it could be used for more than just feeding our people and creating a storm over our heads to ward off intruders." Mildreas replied, voicing gaining volume and confidence. "It has obviously not lived up to its purpose if we have enemies within these walls, besides that, I implored with you to use the Obelisk to scour this region of Kalimdor so that our people were secure and that no harm would befall this city."

A'oraen looked thoughtful once more, his expression becoming tranquil in light of the information as he nodded his head.

"And we discussed it to great lengths, I was not adamant to believe you at first, but when you came to me with this information I did accept it." A'oraen replied, recalling the two meetings he had with Mildreas regarding using the Obelisk of Elune to cleanse the region of life.

"Yes, I gathered this information from the Artefacts within the Vault and from Lady Moonscribe's Tome, from there I learned that this item would be the perfect tool for us to use." Mildreas replied, before pointing to A'oraen, specifically his neck. "You hang it around your neck in fact."

Everyone glanced to the red jewel, large and uniquely shaped; it was pulsing and had a colour that made it a consistency of blood. A'oraen traced a finger over the object and nodded his head; he had recalled now that this was the object that had made him accepting of the proposition. This was the main crystal that would spread the storm across this entire region and possibly beyond.

"My Lord, did you order this?" Tylarwin interjected, glancing at Maluineth who was about ready to descend into another shouting match.

"I spoke with him shortly after the meeting to send warriors to Maraudon, he requested his own forces partake so that not to relieve the guard of any soldiers." A'oraen replied. "When he spoke of using the Obelisk to cleanse the region I was hesitant to waste all that potential energy on an endeavour that may not succeed, but I gave him leave to find a means to do so in the event it was needed. This jewel is that means."

"The Syamantaka, the Jewel of Calamity." Maluineth said, that was something she had thought was not touched, in fact she did not realize that it was outside of the vault.

"Correct, I came to Lord Stormcrest and asked him to use this artefact and the Spirits to finally cleanse this region of lesser beings." Mildreas said. "In fact the idea to also use the storm to revitalize the region after its destruction was proposed as well, something I too learned from the Book I borrowed from the Shen'dralar vaults."

Maluineth scowled, by far this had been his most elaborate attempt to shield his true motives from them. Yet what infuriated her was that A'oraen seemed to be considering all that he was saying and not considering some underlying motive and means being employed.

"I see, then it seems that you acted on my behalf, but regardless you overstepped yourself here Mildreas." A'oraen replied. "You may have worthy intentions behind these actions but I cannot tolerate you going to these lengths and against one of your fellow Nobles."

Mildreas looked displeased with the statement but did not speak or make extra moves that would give away further irritation.

"You will return all artefacts that have been taken, am I understood?" A'oraen said.

"Of course My Lord." Mildreas replied, bowing his head and likely hiding an angered expression from being seen by the other members of the court.

"Good, I will also be seeing to it that an apology is made on your behalf to the Shen'dralar and Lady Moonscribe as well, this is as much as a violation of the Sanctity of the Organization but also an insult to its leader. Here we will not blindside and scheme against one another, here we are all as one and we will not put our own personal glory and pride above that of our people. I expect all of you to be aware of that, no one will elevate themselves through shrewd means, are we clear on this?"

Maluineth could now clearly see Mildreas was very unpleased, the scowl on his face and the sheer will he was putting forth not to make it seem anymore hostile was quite humorous in her opinion. The idea of him having to personally make amends for his slights against her and the Shen'dralar enraged him, while for her it felt all the more pleasant and rewarding that she brought this forth.

As they all made their vows to him, with Mildreas forcing it out through a strained expression and tight lips, Maluineth looked upon bringing up another subject of importance.

"My Lord Stormcrest, there is another matter to discuss, something that we best be made aware of as it escalates." Maluineth said, gaining all members attention. "Recently I have learned of an Elemental uprising through the region, my Scryers have been able to confirm this from within the city."

"Elemental Uprising? When did this come about?" A'oraen inquired, turning to his seat and dropping down into it.

"I am not certain but I suspect that it occurred the moment that the Artefact was taken from Maraudon, the timelines match up with its retrieval and the quakes that began to rock the region." Maluineth replied. "I believe that the taking of this artefact has somehow created a breach into the Elemental Planes and these elementals are pouring forth, if we do nothing we may be facing a possible catastrophe."

Thankfully Stormcrest looked concerned slightly, the frown on his face and the way his eyes seemed to roam side to side in thought showed his worry.

"Where did this information come from?"

Maluineth turned to the speaker, scowling as the man talked, even at the simplest of questions he seemed to irk her.

"Well? Where did you discover this information to begin searching?" Mildreas repeated himself.

"… Codexia Fairchild, her ranting is what alerted me to this." Maluineth responded, and immediately met with a scornful snort. "She may be an enemy but her words have rung true, there are Elementals rampaging across the region, we must be aware that if this spreads we may be left in a vulnerable position."

If these elementals spread and are not destroyed by the storm they plan to spread across the region than they may be removing one threat to allow another free reign across the Desolace. If the elementals spread than even this storm will only hold them back for so long, and then they will be left at the mercy of a large elemental army.

"This requires more information, I wish for you to learn all you can about this sudden influx and what it means for us." A'oraen said, hands folded in front of his face and hiding most of his expression from everyone, from there he ushered all to leave.

Tylarwin glanced at Maluineth and nodded his head towards the doorway; she glanced at him and dutifully followed after him. They both had important matters to attend to, but for the moment they had delayed Mildreas and whatever scheme he was undertaking.

"With those artefacts in your possession we can be certain he will be delayed in whatever scheme he is trying to wrought." Tylarwin said, hands behind his back and eyes aimed straight ahead.

"Maybe, but that man has been trying to gain allies within my order and the Guard, we cannot be too sure what he is up to, but we need to make sure he doesn't try anything while we are in the middle of a crisis." Maluineth replied.

"Of that we can agree, but I can tell that you gleamed over Mordent's escape in favour of humiliating Mildreas." Tylarwin stated. "Is that wise? Division right now is what a rebel like his will look for, we cannot risk too many enemies moving against us, and Mildreas is most definitely an enemy."

That was true, with Mordent on the loose and likely Mildreas working to undermine her leadership it would be a dangerous time for her and Tylarwin. If he can cast doubt on them than it is likely that she will lose face and possibly respect from her magi and a transition will occur. But at least with the artefacts being taken back and that bastard being forced to apologise to her it would buy her time to research into the elemental problem.

"While I work can you search for Mordent and his allies? I will have my hands tied with seeing what that fool has been doing with the artefacts, and also this elemental uprising." Maluineth inquired.

"Yes, I will send out my men to search for him, we can start below the city and work our way up from there, but even I doubt he would risk staying below, Naga and other things still occupy those tunnels." Tylarwin said.

"Best to make sure, because as of this moment, we cannot leave anything to chance."


Maraudon

Princess Theradras observed all that was transpiring from within her sacred grove, watching as the weak fleshlings fight desperately to halt the tide of her children of flesh and warriors of stone. It was laughable how pathetic their attempts were to hold back her armies, soon all would be crushed under the weight of her might.

"Be it in the waking world or the dream, nothing impedes our advance..."

Princess Theradras turned and kneeled, her eyes lifting to the ceiling; while her sapphire eyes could not see her lord she could feel his presence all the same. The overwhelming pressure of his essence washing over her and forcing her to comply with him, even if she did so of her own free will.

She knew not what her lord spoke of but it must have been one of his plans set in motion, but whatever it was it only was for her benefit. For he wishes for this place to remain strong and unsealed, and he will aid her in ensuring that her realm does not fall.

"Yes my lord, my children now spread through the South and soon will consume all below…"

"A small twist in the threads of fate, insignificant for what yet has been woven…"

Princess Theradras did not know what he spoke of, but it had to be of great importance if her children spreading death and destruction across Southern Kalimdor were considered insignificant and small. Truly what he plans must be of grand scale,

"Flickering hope within weary warriors, only maintained by the few who tend to the fire within their hearts… extinguished, both will never rise again."

Princess Theradras rose to her full height and let out a cheer as she quickly sought to contact her children, to direct them to slaughter the remaining leadership within this region. Once they fall this entire region would be hers for the taking.

But as she did so her master also plotted and schemed, for the true goal of his plans were already in motion and the main piece to this game would soon arrive here. He would test him, both in power and will, and when he crumbles he will be where he wishes him to be. For victory here was not the ultimate goal, even in defeat he would have an even grander prize at his disposal.

"Free from a fate guided by others hands, yet the puppeteer's strings twist your destiny still… how fortunate that I hold them…"


There you have it, hope you enjoyed the chapter.

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Ichigo will be trained in the use of the Arcane during Wrath, where he comes into his possession a very powerful magical artefact that allows him to finally control arcane energies. But yeah there are some class abilities he will get and some that would be out of his league or unable to learn due to certain reasons. It is a long list to consider and I have written something up as a profile for what he will be like in ten years and I can tell you he will be beast.

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