The night had been long, though not entirely arduous. The storm, while hectic, was entirely natural. Thusly, it wasn't surprising that it eventually faded away into mild weather, though it's path it beat was plenty to motivate the assembled forces to await the following day before attempting to organize anything properly.
The organization of which, was not as much organization as it was coordination and the hunter insurgents being set loose upon their respective Legion targets. Most were given what would be expected; lesser 'officers' of the Fel-fueled holds, resource passages, and weapon stores. Given the location, they Illidari found most of the objective pleasantly easy to strike. While the living targets and resource paths were a bit more trouble than not, the weapon caches were easy to bottle.
The weapons that were either incapable of capture ended up buried. The Legion's penchant for caves and other enclosed fortifications lead the Demon Hunters to several locations where Legion weaponry were essentially inset into the ground. Easy enough for Illidan's forces to make proper use of force to claim what they could, and then bury the rest.
Ech'Ari and Adra'Mel were among a healthy few who proceeded to seek the previously discussed primary targets. Staying low, the Illidari hunters crept close to stone and grass, moving like spiders along a peripheral corner, while their Naga counterparts winded through the grass with even more grace and intimidatingly impressive subtlety.
The forces worked together, though were not immediately intertwined. Now and again, Adra'Mel's sight wandered to the Naga allies. Respectable warriors and casters, and just as dedicated to their people as any other. Ironic, the disdain that so many have given the Illidari over the years, let alone any other number of races and organization. How often had petty grudges and prejudices stopped the possibility of true unity and peace? Even now, tolerated as Illidan and his forces were, he could see the senseless hate slowing the progress the world had been making.
In the tall grass overlooking a small, basin-like outcropping near to the sloping hills leading to shore some ways off, aquamarine and teal scales glistened unseen except by those walking with them. Serpentine eyes lifted, and turned to meet with the gaze of Adra'Mel, as he casually watched her without thinking, as he sat lost in thought. He was used to working with only other elves, mostly. Though in larger attacks and campaigns, a number of allied forces had been company as well.
Before long, the Illidari in green realized he was being addressed. "Feel free to appreciate such Naga features, but perhaps when there is less pressing matters?" A familiar voice mused. Adra'Mel recognized, and prepared to answer. With a nod, he apologized, "I was just thinking about prior and current allies."
"How do we stack up?" She queried.
"Considering the quest at hand, and last night, I would say my favorite, so far." He answered honestly.
"So far?" Ech'Ari teased.
Adra'Mel returned the words with a similarly jesting scowl, before turning to a proper smile, his hands resting on a wide stone deposit. The moderately small unit stared down into the basin, some sixty feet forward and thirty deep. In the center was an altar or platform, of very clearly Legion make. A Succubus or Sayaad figure stood, overseeing lesser Fel-laborers in the area with a look of painful boredom. But where was the alleged Dreadlord?
"There is no Dreadlord." Ech'Ari spoke. "If there was, this is where he would be. This isn't the sort of thing something like that Sayaad would put effort into. Who's in charge down there?"
Adra'Mel felt a presence beyond the whip-wielding harlot, and peered with all the vision his Fel senses would allow. From inside a shallow indentation behind, nearly a cave, a robed figure with wide, thick horns emerged. It's face bore gruesome, stony teeth on a grim and skull-like face. Nowhere for eyes to rest was present upon it's terrible visage, as the thing floated over eerily to the Sayaad.
"It won't be long before someone sends a scouting party to investigate. Only a fool would even think to try and stop me before we've even started our work here." The words were disturbingly confident and calm.
Several of the Illidari elves and Naga exchanged glances, and nearly silent whispers. This was it. The only Legion officers in command were an Inquisitor demon, and a Sayaad. The others in the area were laborers, slaving away at whatever task the demons commanded. The few guards on the outskirts had already been well removed. The time was upon the hunters, and there could be no turning back. The quarry had changed, if but only one of them, yet the task remained the same.
Adra'Mel slowly readied his glaives.