AN: thankyou to everyone who put up with the prolog's atrocious writing. There will be probably a few more world comparisons like that i will want to make in the future. But with this chapter I wanted to start us off with a relatively quick start to everything while laying down the peices for the wider adventures, characters, and world interactions.
The Race to Gateway
Sunsworn, the elven military force under the Blood Knights, Deathguard, the main force of the Forsaken, Orc and Mag'har Orc Warriors, Tauren Braves, all of these troops and more patrolled the walls of Scarlet Monestary. Where once the Scarlet Monestary was bastion of the Scarlet Crucade a force hellbent on removing all undead from the world, now a Undead commander, Lilian Voss, commanded the Monestary.
Zannae Sunguard, Blood Knight, Magister Supporter, and former adventurer, was certain that Sylvanas had chosen Lilian for this task due to her previous membership in the Crucade. Not because her experience with the structure, though that most certainly would have played into the decision, but simply because Lilian now had to spend time stewing in the memories of her once Comrades turned bitter enemies who now all lay dead.
Meanwhile Zannae held entirely mixed feelings with the whole affair. He had been a priest when the Sunwell fell to the Scourge. The fall of the Sunwell greatly diminishing his power and leaving him in need to defend himself by strength of blade. he had watched Kael'thas from afar as the Blood Elves helped Illidan free Outland from its former demonic master. When the Blood Elves returned to Silvermoon, he had learned about the quickly forming Blood Knights and had immediately signed on to help his people.
Nowhere in that process had the Forsaken actually helped Zannae in his development. Instead it had been Orc and Tauren Adventurers who had convinced him to join them and eventually tought him to become proud to be a member of the Horde. However the Forsaken had helped the Blood Elves more than any of the other Horde members, helping clear the land of the Scourge enough that the Sin'dorei were able to re-emerge from their city and rejoin the world. And Sylvanas Windrunner, was once a hero of Qual'Thalas and now commands the Horde as Warchief and has been the Queen of the Forsaken since their creation.
None of these matters were easy to ponder even as Zannae felt a sense of unease, like something within the Horde had changed since his advenuring days. While it had not always been there for him, unlike how it had always been for many of the Orcs and young Trolls, the Horde was still his home, and the races of the Horde ahd mostly all been there for him. Zannae could put up with the eccentricities of the Forsaken for the sake of the Horde, and certainly always for the sake of Qual'Thalas.
Zannae walked the outer perimeter defense of the fortress, at his side an Mag'har Orc proudly strode. Gin Wallkeep was a extremely proud Orc, and Zannae despite not knowing him for long knew that the Orc was simply too boisterous and too proud.
"Ha, I'll tell you, the Mage I'm spending my nights with, she tells me that they are all working on some sort of portal in the Hall of Campions. A portal to another World. Ughhh, not that I'm saying we should invade or anything but imagine what sort of lands might be ready for the taking on the other side of that portal?" The Orc loudly boasted while casually swinging around a handgun with a small axe head attached. "Ahhh if my mother could see me now, she'd be so proud of my glory!"
Zannae just dismissed the Orc, apparently only select members of the Deathguard, and all the Sunsworn were informed about the portal. But after spending a full week occupying this place, frightening off the occasional Scourge or Lordaeron Militia force that might have wanted to occupy it for themselves the secret was starting to slip out to the rest of the Horde forces. Predictably the Orcs were taking the whole thing in stride, while those Forsaken who hadn't been informed were either against not being given such "crucial" information, or were openly against investigating the new portal.
Zannae figured them all to be shortsighted and foolish or fickle in their loyalty to both the Horde and their own people, much like Gin. As the Magisters had told him and his fellow Knights earlier the Portals were opening no matter what, and the Hoard's endeavors here were instead to prevent a possible future invasion, or would at least allow the Horde to start to control the portals giving them an advantage with any possible future conflicts, or even avoid conflict all together.
Still the old Monestary was starting to grate on Zannae, the Horde had never really claimed the Monestary before and the building was unfamiliar. Also the Monestary has been breached several times in the past, making it now a relatively insecure location. If not for the presence of the Horde detachment and Blood Golems, that the mages had brought, the Magisters would have likely been overrun by looters and Alliance aligned militia already.
Still the Horde had made good strides to fortify the structure. The Horde added barricades and walls to the approaches to the Monestary, as well as filling in the existing gaps in the Monestary defenses and some simple traps to guard against intrusion. All for naught as far as Zannae could tell thus far, their detachment, now given the unique name 'The Cryptguard' by Sylvanas, was alone more than enough to ward off local threats, and the Alliance has shown no interest in the Scarlet Monestary since even before the Hoade's forces had settled in. Besides some clear Alliance observers and a poor infiltration attempt by a small five man Alliance Adventure party, there was nothing to suggest the Horde's claim on the Monestary, nor the portal, were in any threat whatsoever. If anything Zannae figured building defenses against whatever might come from the portal would be a better decision.
Astalor gripped his head in frustration while the work on the portal was proceeding steadily and with promising returns, he had even sent his first summons and scouting devices through the square foot portal he had created the mages were keeping it stable enough that the portal would stay open for approximately nine hours each day starting whenever the moon rose, the problem instead lay with Sylvanas Windrunner and his apparent Alliance competition.
Despite the Portal they had taken, Jaina Proudmoore had somehow brought the Alliance's program up to speed and they were now matching Astalor's work evenly. Sylvanas' missives, and the spy reports weren't even needed for him to know.
He could see it in the magical tides surrounding each portal, he could practically hear his own ego demanding he push aside caution and rush his projects ahead of schedule. The temptation was like a dark omen, his own being demanding he best the great Jaina Proudmoore, but his logic and reasoning told him that such recklessness would surely lead to disaster, the one thing he wished to avoid. Doubtlessly Sylvanas had also already made attempts to savotage Jaina, and he himself was aware of five seperate attempts to do the same to his own Crimson Gate project. Once the long range scouting Golem returned with its findings, Astalor and his team of fourty Magisters would attempt to widen the portal more, enough that they might fit a Goblin through.
Until the golem's return, Astalor could only wait and consider the findings they've had made so far, moat of which Jaina's own team likely shared with his own. First the world on the other side of the portal was livable, the local terrain looked desolate yet arable. Second, the sound of wolves howling could be heard routinely,as well as other creatures suggesting life, and more importantly life that may well be familiar to many of the Horde Member races. Third, the far and near off presnce of mountains suggesting that the portal was on one side of a great mountain range, which detail four suggesting those mountains would be to the west, again assuming point four held any similarity to Azeroth's own comparison. Point four, the world had a stable Day/Night cycle with one Sun and, instead of one, two moons.
Many hypothesis had been made about the world, a world that by right, Astalor and his team had jumped on naming submitting the name to Dalaran's Council to prevent their competition from stealing the right from them. Honestly the name they gave the world was rather stupid considering they themed the name after the first thing they threw through the portal when it first opened.
With a slight crack of displaced air, and then a warm breeze the portal opened and Astalor looked from his desk to the portal, his seat positioned so he could see that very same object. When the portal first opened one of his team had been building a support barricade to help prevent any possible pressure displacement from sucking in anything or to help slow anything that might spill out. Instead the worker panicked and threw their mallet into the portal, it's soft metal head landing on what the Crimson Gate Project team now named Mallus.
Astalor signed, still no sign of the scouting golem. "Alright, get pur warlocks and shamans, I want close area scouting again, as detailed as possible. The Golem isn't back yet so we'll have to keep waiting before we can try mich more, but lets see if we can extend the portal's time spent open, i'll be content with a extra ten minutes, but if we can find a way to get it to last another hour that would be great."
"Umm excuse me Magister?" A small, weak voice asked from across the room. While Astalor like being far more accessible and less intimidating than his superior, his position still often made approaching him difficult, and from the look of the young apprentice across the room they were using all their courage not to run away under his casual scrutiny.
"Yes apprentice are you having some difficulty? Surely I could get your mentor to help. Or maybe you see something I don't yet see?" Astalor hoped he sounded friendly and accomidating.
"Well I've been measuring the size of the portal and it's potential growth since we started as I was ordered, and well, I have a Druid friend, I mean an Troll friend who is a Druid, and they have a bird form that I think could fit through the portal safely now. Maybe they could fly up and see something we're not able to?" The nervous apprentice stammered and looked about to die of embarrassment. However despite that their suggestion was excellent, Astalor had forgotten the portal's natural growth since he had first dismissed trying to send a druid through, but the Portal had now nearly doubled in size. It would still be a tight fit, but if a druid could change to a small enough bird, or maybe a snake, they could likely safely send them through the portal.
Astalor smiled at the apprentice. "That's a good call, if your mentor is here they're likely proud, if not I'll ensure they know what you've contributed today. Listen up, I want requests sent to Sylvanas immediately, I want every Druid able to shift into a smaller animal form we can get. Check with the local garrison, see what Druids we have immediately on hand, and someone get this Apprentice to her friend, we'll need him down here right now. We only have eight hours everyone...MOVE!"
The Magisters rushed to work. While Astalor wasn't going to try racing with Jaina about who could get an Azerothean onto Mallus, likely with her work planeted into the center of Night Elf territory she was already ahead of him, but he was still determined to be the first to make significant developments with the new planet, establishing a base camp and exploring as much as possible.
Astalor rechecked the Chamber they were currently in, every desk and almost every work space was pushed up against the outer walls, while everything that had once been in it was torn down or moved. There was even debates about building a much larger structure outside this room and then tearing this one down to accommodate the maximum size the portal could grow to be. Some feared the new Crimson Gate Portal could grow to the same scale as the Dark Portal, however Astalor had already assured everyone that his findings suggested a smallee portal and with them pre-emptively opening the portal they likely stunted the portal's potential growth. But Astalor was certain that the Hoard could stimulate the Portal's growth enough to sustain a unobstructed flow of trade and travel between worlds.
Thinking about the potential travel and trade, likely the current structure was insufficient. Astalor would have to talk with Lilian about having the Cryptguard draw up plans to rebuild what parts of the Monestary into a proper trade hub and security checkpoint. Astalor set the thought aside and returned to his work.
First he needed to review some of the hypotheses about Mallus that his fellow Magisters had come up with. The first he discarded out of hand, a world of Rats who rule over everything. The second hypothesis was that the world found follows a seperate system of Arcane magic, likely seperate from the spirits, this hypothesis was used to explain the Shamans difficulties in summoning elementals from the other side of the portal. Astalor didn't particularly like this hypothesis because it both went against understanding of magic and made some severe assumptions particularly when it came to the nature aspects used by Druids. The next hypothesis concerned the lack of intelligent life, and really the hypothesis was more like two, the first half of thr hypothesis assumed that the planet lacked intelligent life, likely tied to it's odd lack of elemental spirits, the other half was that if the planet did have intelligent life then the particular area the portal was in was distant from such life due harsh local nature likely caused by whatever had driven away the elemental spirits that the Shamans could not summon.
Astalor considered these hypotheses and several dozen more as he observed Mallus and recorded his observations, currently on the other side the Green Moon loomed over the horizon looking like a solid block of Fel magic.
Nearly on the other side of Azeroth, Jaina Proudmoore sighed and lay back in her seat as the portal snapped closed, the last Night Elf Druid having only just made it back in time. They had started experimenting with sending druids through the tiny hole between worlds, but with the Portal's inconsistency she had been reluctant to send anyone through for more than a couple moments at a time. It had taken considerable effort, spending some of the good will of the Night Elves and the construction of some Arcane structures but eventually they were able to pinpoint where the portal would emerge.
Since then the Alliance had been building a base to secure the area around the Shine while the Kirin Tor built a building to secure the portal itself. The Night Elves then had gathered several ancients to also defend the portal, though clearly their intent was more to protect the forest from harm than to keep the portal secure against the Horde.
However what the druids had found disturbed Jaina greatly, and she had immediately determined that all of these defenses might not be enough and sent requests to Ironforge, Stormwind, New Tinkertown, and to Darnassus. The defenses around the portal would have to be increased fortunately some of the Druids who had crossed the Portal had artistic skills, so she was able to share with the other leaders of the Alliance the imagery of the hellish ruins that lay beyond the portal.
It was the first Druid who had reported that beyond the strange chamber the portal had opened in lay a wasteland of a ruined city, one he had ran from. Afterwards more Druids had been sent through and brought back better reports. A city in ruins, with horrific growths twisted into and coming from buildings as well as unnatural creatures roaming the streets attacking and devouring whatever they encounter.
Further studies revealed wherever their portal opened to was indeed a wasteland where the Elemental and Natural Spirits screamed in agony, and inexplicable...things, dwelled, and strange green Fel-stone like structures lay. Though when a Druid had gone to grab one of those Gel-Crystals with their exposed hand it had caused them immense agony and mutated their hand into a beast-head fighting to kill her. Fortunately they had managed to remove their hand and returned to Azeroth where a Priest of the Light was able to revert the transformation and even heal the hand back.
Further experimentation returned a single sample of the stone back safely through the portal. Thus far the other world's fel-stone was kept safely away from everyone but oddly the stone reacted heavily with Arcane Magic, trying to disappate and feed itself into Arcane magic cast near it. Even attempts to use magic to explore the stone caused it to react.
Now that the portal had closed for the day Jaina turned her attention to her study teams. Everything that had been brought through or mapped would need to be studied, cataloged, then assessed for value or threat to the Alliance. Across from her Archmage Tillux, a Gnome interested in codifiying magic and developing machines which can allow others to use magic, pondered the green Fel-stone. The stone seemed natural to the other side, and unlike the Blood Elves' Mana-Crystals it seemed to react to all living creatures, and even non-sentient objects. The very touch of the Green Fel-stone was coreupting causing mutation, bestowing curses or even what might be misconstrued as blessings at random with whatever it touched. Jaina honestly feared that Tillux might take his experiments too far but she still kept him and their only sample of Fel-stone nearby to keep watch over both.
Besides Tillux, Jaina had also called upon Datris Sageclaw to represent the Druids of the Branch and to investigate the plants and soils they might encounter on the other side. However once the portal had opened the Druid scouts had not found any plantlife they could bring back through the portal, so instead soil was brought back so the Druids could test its compatibility with Azeroth's own plants, in Azeroth's atmosphere as well as having the beastform druids slipping through the portal plant some seeds to observe.
Ever since the Fel-stone incident with the druid Sister Avenah, a Draenei of the Aldor, has remained immediately on hand both for medical assistance and to provide a Priest of the Light's insight into the dangers and injuries that could come from this other world. Thus far her services had not been needed much outside a few odd injuries from various traps and natural hazards that seemed to permiate the local area around the portal. However while some of the injuries had been worthy of notation and further study, Avenah herself was left with little to do other than stand ready. Thusly she had taken to debating with Tillux about the Fel-stone, she wished to see if she could cleanse it with the Light, and he fiercely disagreed.
Jaina kept to overseeing the team's progress knowing full well that with their own portal as unstable as it was as soon as the Hoard started sending their own members through their portal they would quickly eclipse her own progress. They already had stolen the chance to name the other world naming it Mallus, denying her the chance to label it Sigmaria after the mariner sigils she had used to pinpoint the portal. However, somehow they had missed the planet's moons, and she had at least been able to name the green moon of the planet, Felmourne.
That moon's presence was a foreboding glow over the land whenever it showed and it honestly had been haunting Jaina's nightmares as of late.
There was a sudden crack and with a startled look Jaina watched the portal open for a few seconds before snapping shut again, but this time leaving a single clump of green pulsating stone behind, laying on the ground as if it was waiting.
"Damn it. Someone record that! And get that Fel-stone away from my portal!" Jaina's orders were followed immediately, Tillux started working on retrieving the Fel-stone, while others started frantically either recording notes or dictating their notes and thoughts to their apprentices.
While the other researchers quickly set on documenting the phenomenon with the portal Sister Avenah began pleading with Jaina. "We now have two Fel-stones please allow me to try and cleanse one of them." The Draenei begged, her eyes locked on the Fel-stone.
Jaina nearly dismissed the Draenei immediately however a sudden chill suddenly overtook her. Quickly glancing around she could see a thin layer of frost had been gathering on the glass instruments in the chamber, and despite the building being made entirely sealed the Proudmoore heiress could feel the freezing draft moving about the room. Her eyes darted looking for an explanation.
"This sample is more than four times the volume of the previous sample. No observable reaction from the new sample currently." Jaina snapped her attention to the Fel-stone, Tillux was currently reporting his observations as he carefully reached for the sample with his tools. The Alliance's Daughter of the Sea focused on the green stone, as her eyes remained on the stone she could feel it, beyond the chill in the room, she could sense the Stone's malevolent intent, the mockery, hate, temptation and corruption the stone was emitting.
"Avenah, Cleanse IT!" Jaina shouted pointing towards the Fel-stone in the middle of the room. The Sister meanwhile smiled grimly and began channeling the light into the stone to clense it of it's corruption. As the Light surged through the stone the stone released a screeching sound as it started to sizzle and melt, a steam of pure mana released into the air from the stone.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Tillux shouted rounding on Avenah his tool grasping the Fel-stone. The stone still oozed a green slime that caused strange changes to whatever it touched, while the Gnome still angrily waved it towards the Draenei. "This rock, is a magical marvel and you are destroying it!" The Gnome screamed while advancing towards the Priestess.
Thinking quickly Jaina took her staff and swept the Gnome's feet. With a yelp the Gnome fell to his back, the grasping tool flipping through the air throwing specks of green Fel-liquid around, some falling on the poor Gnome causing five tentacles to spawn, two tipped with stingers, and another with a claw. Immediately the tentacles began attacking anything they could reach, one of the stingers embedding itself into Tillux's neck, while the claw ripped open the stomach of a apprentice who was standing too close. Acting quickly Datris Sageclaw cast a spell to grow roots which pinned the tentacles. Following Jaina used a mixture of magic ice and her staff to remove the tentacles, which then allowed Datris to dedicate herself to healing the Gnome.
A few feet away the Fel-stone continued to slowly melt, it's unnatural shrieking reduced to a high putched whine. Jaina watched the stone, slowly shrinking under the power of the light, feeling the mana in the air as the stone was cleansed of its Fel corruption. However even as the stone whined and shrank away, Jaina could still feel the mockery coming from the stone, it was challenging her. The ruins on the other side of the portal, for Azeroth's safety would have to be cleansed, and if the Horde's portal was anything like this, they needed to be stopped.
"Get me a messenger, I need to send a message to the Gilneas Liberation Front, the Lordaeron Resistance, and to SI:7. We need to act before they put the rest of us at risk." Jaina would not trust these portals to the Horde, not with Fel-stone as dangerous and powerful as this on the other side for the taking. The Horde has always courted disaster with powers even less dangerous as this, rarely ever truly cleansing a darkness without the Alliance holding their hand guiding them every step of the way, and Jaina Proudmoore would not let them cause even more harm with this.
"Umm, Miss Proudmoore?" Datris Sageclaw began. "I don't think what I suspect you're doing will be tolerated by the High King, nor by the leaders of my own people, it could lead to a war."
Jaina glared over her shoulder at the Night Elf Druid. "This isn't about the Alliance fighting the Horde, it's about the safety of Azeroth itself."
The SI:7 was a successful spy organization, and because of this the organization held a great many contacts, and a great many members. Either bought by money, tempted by the successful organization, or simply out of loyalty to Stormwind and the Alliance. Often the last two would be at odds as those who wanted to use the organization and those who were fanatically loyal to Stormwind, while those drawn by money could easily be bought out by the other two they knew to stay loyal to the money and could be easily watched and read.
It was one who Marthias Shaw felt was trapped in the transition between loyalty to the Alliance and alternative motivations who now had sent him a message. Jaina Proudmoore, in the Spy Master's profile, was a woman marked by betrayal. First the betrayal of her first love, then of herself and her father, and then by the Hoard whom she betrayed her father to, and lastly by the Kirin Tor the people she had helped lead and who trained her. Jaina was sensitive, still alert towards whatever she could precieve as betrayal, denying her request would certainly lead to issues within the Alliance, but her request also teetered on the verge of starting a war with the Horde. Marthias could use her to scapegoat, the Horde would accept her brought to punishment if everything failed, but the Proudmoore woman's value to the Alliancewas great and it felt wrong to do such a thing.
So the Spy Master, leader of SI:7 was left with a hard choice, betray the intent of his King who still sought to maintain peace with the Hoard, or alienate and perhaps even make a enemy of Jaina Proudmoore. Jaina, whom had served the Alliance since before the Third War, and whom was a hero to a great many people including some of the adventures he often called upon.
"Someone get me Nimm and Nodd, I have a mission for them. Tell them that all of Azeroth could be dependent on their success." An overdramtization likely but certainly one that the average Gnome would appreciate and go for. It was certainly a short time before the Gnome pair arrived, the Demolitions and infiltration pair had always served Marthias effectively and while they weren't his best they would suit this mission better than most.
Eventually the pair arrived. "Yes Spy Master?" Nimm asked planting herself in a chair next to SI:7 leader's desk her feet landing on his desk. Beside her, Nodd was still completely absorbed with a device he was working on.
"I need you both to assemble a combat team. There's going to be a battle, likely the forces of Lordaeron that will be attacking the Horde at the Crimson Monestary will find themselves soundly defeated. That's where you and your team will come in, provide some reasonable support to them, something that won't trace back to us. Also while the forces of Lordaeron are inside the Monestary, I want you to either close the portal, or at least kill the team working on it."
"Ha, we get it, I'm sure Nodd will be able to do exactly as you want boss." Nimm stated confidentiality while Nodd made a explanation of joy pulling his arm back and admiring his handiwork with a specialty bomb prepared in his hand.
Nodd turned his attention to the Alliance's Spymaster. "I think my little suprises can make things play out exactly how you want them to. I think sis will agree, we will want marksmen, some infiltrators, and if possible the funds to hire a few Champion Adventurers."
"Funds are limited, however we are owed a favor by the Scarlet Sky Guild. I'm sure a dozen or two of them could be convinced to risk making a unsanctioned assault on a Hoard held fortress." The spaster slid a bag of gold and a small copper key to the two Gnomes as he spoke. "But we need to move quickly, I'm almost certain the forces of Lordaeron will move with or without our help."
Both Nodd and Nimm gave their Spymaster a acknowledging nod. "We are already on it."
Little less than half a continent away another letter arrived. Lorna Crowley, daughter of Darius Crowley and acting leader of the Gilneas Liberation Front, opened the letter with some reservation. Jaina Proudmoore's words still held weight with the living people of Lordaeron and Lorna already knew that Jaina had asked many of their militias to band together to fight the Hoard on her behest. If Lorna turns her back on Jaina's request for aid, even while the militias gathered, certainly it would put the Alliance, and hopes for a freed and restored Gilneas into a difficult spot.
As she opened the letter Lorna could already see what she had feared. The Scarlet Monestary. She had already assigned spies to warch it and knew of the increasing fortifications of the structure. She knew an attack could never hope to take the Scarlet Monestary back from the Horde, not with what little the Alliance had in Northern portion of the Easten Kingdoms.
And honestly she had benefited from the Horde spending manpower and resources holding the Monestary. With the presence they held there, they had disrupted their own supply lines, though for how long Lorna could not tell. But with decreased presence and with vulnerable supplies the Worgen and Lordaeron Militias between them have been able to take several territories the Hoard had once thought secure and start contesting them.
"And now Proudmoore wants me to squander everything attacking some damn Monestary." Lorna sighed, eventually looking up over her maps. "Jules get everyone in here, we need a strategy meeting!"
It took Jules nearly a hour, but he managed to gather everyone of importance needed for Lorna to hold a strategy meeting. While he did that she gathered her maps of the Monestary as well as maps of Lordaeron and its roads. On the outer edges of the meeting and standing in ordered rows were the official military leaders and towards the center massed around eachother, some getting jittery and walking around, stood the several adventures who had dedicated themselves to the Gilnean Liberation Front.
"The Lordaeron Militias have already begun to move, in a couple of days they will likely set out to attack the Horde. We have also been requested to join the Militias and they know this." Lorna begain, already jesturing to the widely known locations of the Militia forces.
"The upcoming battle is going to be one of our hardest in almost a year. We need to send enough men to salvage what we can from the battle if things go poorly, or even force a victory if the Militia aren't quite up to the job. But we can't leave ourselves vulnerable, and I want our losses kept to a minimum on the field." As Lorna began most of the conversation and movement stopped as everyone began to pay attention.
"Commander that sounds insane, why would the militias just pack up, leave their towns and go attack the Horde like this?"
"They received a message requesting they do so by Jaina Proudmoore. I don't know what she told them, but in her letter to us she made it very clear the Militias are expecting for us. We can't be seen abandoning Lordaeron and while my father isn't here I have say on our course of action. And I say we need to be seen giving our support to the people of Lordaeron. I don't want us doing much more than that, we aren't taking the lead on this battle. Gather whatever you all need and prepare your troops we move tomorrow night." With that Lorna drew a mark on the map, a path their army would take to their destination ending at the Crimson Monestary.
AN: Everyone: Thankyou to everyone who reviewed chapter one, and I'm sorry that we all got review bombed by some Guest.
thankyou also to the guest who caused this edit pointing out my grammar mistake.