A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.
And nope, I in fact do not own Warcraft or anything else I write about.
Chapter 27
Over the next few weeks the Forsaken worked ceaselessly expanding the sewer system under the capital city. New entrances and pathways were being made through solid stone by the tremendous strength of Abominations. Hundreds of carts pulled by all types of sizable Forsaken transversed from the cavernous underground carrying the hewn stone to the upper city. Progress was extraordinarily fast due to the fact that the undead had no need to eat, sleep, or even rest. Work continued in the pitch black dark and in freezing gales without complaint.
Surprisingly, many of the Forsaken held on to the skills they possessed in their former lives. Stone masons were already quick at work on repairing the walls, and in some places, building them higher. Former architects and engineers worked feverishly under the command of the Dark Lady. They drew out dozens of plans and concepts that they hoped would make the underground tunneling project into an impregnable fortress. Every few days the plans would be reviewed and discussed by the council as the excavation went on.
"So you see," said an engineer named Burke to the assembled council. "Three large hydraulic lifts located behind the throne would be ideal for secrecy. Also it would act as a choke point against any possible invading force. They can also be turned off at any time, once that happens, our enemies would have no entrance."
"What of other entrances into the city that would not leave us trapped from the inside?" questioned the Dark Lady.
"Of course My Lady," the engineer hastily said. "We have contingency plans for such events being drawn up as we speak."
The most current blueprints were being passed around to the members of the council for examination. Wayne quite liked the newest drawings. It showed a large central bank in the center of a two level platform amphitheater. Four districts branched out from there that formed a clover like pattern. A long narrow tunnel extended out from one that would serve as the Queen's throne room.
"Soon there will be a problem with materials, My Lady," Burke said humbly. "At this rate we will soon run out and must search somewhere else for stone and mortar ingredients."
"Arthour!" the Dark Lady called out.
"Yes My Queen!" yelled out a council member as he came forward and bowed.
"You are charged with searching out suitable quarries. Have the work begin immediately," said the Banshee Queen.
"Yes My Queen," the council member named Arthour said as he bowed and quickly turned to begin his task.
"These plans are the best thus far," said the Dark Lady. "Begin their implementation."
The snow and ice thawed after a few months went by, but few signs of life were out in the former kingdom of Lordaeron to greet it. Even the sun was rarely seen in the dark overcast skies above. The base of operations for the Forsaken was finally completed in the cold darkness. Though skilled artisans were still at work adorning the city with more emblems of death.
Engineers worked fervently until the last days. At last they perfected a moat and waterfall system throughout the city that spewed a toxic plague sludge. Which, studies were quickly shown, proved very effective at eating away the flesh of the living. The Forsaken however, had very little effect to its exposure. Some of the more foolhardy ones would even drink it as a cheap alcohol.
The sewers of the city were not the only thing changing appearance during this time. The Forsaken Queen was fitted in powerfully enchanted armor that suited her royal status. Though it was quite revealing, it showed her still constant high elven tastes as well as her still flawless physique. Wayne worked on the team of enchanters and tailors. Even parting his Queen from her bow, which he spent tireless hours filling with death mingled arcane energy.
Then the tables turned as the Dark Lady ordered many of her council members to be fitted to reflect their newfound status. Wayne worked on his own wardrobe personally, he prefered to add on to his existing robes rather than change them completely. He added many new bones around his headdress, as well as his forearms and shoulders. Enchanting rich purple garments over black, he created a flowing cape with a long hood, which he tweaked again and again until satisfied. Wayne also created Nollis's clothes, preferring to use a little more light colors than many others.
When at last the work was finished, the Dark Lady stood atop the bank, ready to formally open the city. When her long speech ended that left the Forsaken in a frenzy as always, she requested many Forsaken to her throne room for their prized assignments. A long horizontal line of perhaps a hundred kneeled before their Queen as she walked in front of each one to ordain their duty.
The Dark Lady's voice echoed off the high vaulted chamber as she decreed four with the rank of general and various others to high rank in military command. Blightcaller, who stood demented with his large set of demonic teeth barely covered by the stretched skin around his mouth. He was the first to receive the title of 'Champion of the Banshee Queen,' as he bowed low to the ground. A large breastplate medallion of gold interlaced with silver and bone was delievered to Blightcaller by a banshee. His last orders were to form a guild to train other Forsaken in the arts of battle.
Then the Banshee Queen stood in front of the former alchemist Faranell. She bestowed upon him the same honor with a similar medallion. Though his charge was of utmost importance to her and the rest of the Forsaken. She proclaimed the creation of an apothecary guild to create new diseases and plagues. Even venturing so far as charge them with finding a way to reverse their deadened condition. She granted him the honor of leading the guild as Faranell nearly cried (if he could) out of gratitude.
Lastily she came to Wayne and named him the final Forsaken champion with a matching medallion. 'Chief Magus of the Forsaken' was another title his Queen gave him that day. His charge was similar to Blightcallers', form a guild of mages and train them well in the arts of magic. Nollis was not forgotten, though there was nothing to give him. His duty and task was cemented the moment Wayne resurrected him. The Dark Lady gave her appreciation to her kin and moved on.
Several more oganizations were formed by the Dark Lady on that fateful day. The Deathstalkers and Deathguards were created and given priority by the Queen. Their duty was not only paramount to defending the Forsaken, but expanding all across the world of Azeroth. The ceremony was adjourned, all filed out down the long corridor eager to begin their great work.
The long months turned into a full year before rumors of alliances being formed reached the lands of the Forsaken. Talk of not only deals being brokered among groups on this continent, but also in the rumored faraway land called Kalimdor. The feeling of being isolated against large forces of humans and dwarves grew as more clashes with distant foreigners happened in Forsaken lands. Luckily, word had reached the Forsaken from across the sea. Though the Forsaken were never the type to rely on others, this joining of forces could prove to be worth the cost. As long as the cost, did not cost themselves.
End of Chapter 27
