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Here's the next installment of, The Legend of Uzumaki Naruto!
Kira sighed a little, picking at her food, sitting right next to her father, who sat at the head of the long table. The room was almost deserted save for them, with Kylia standing by the door, ready to attend to both of their needs if necessary.
Kira knew that she should enjoy this small reprieve from her training, which had gone into overdrive recently. Benedictus had been frighteningly motivated to teach her whatever he possibly could; most likely in appreciation with his earlier words, that something was going to happen.
She should especially have enjoyed it, for one other reason: High Inquisitor Whitemane had left that morning, likely to return to her monastery in the north. Without her hanging around Kira's father every moment of the day, Kira would think that mealtimes would have been less stressful.
No such luck.
The girl found the atmosphere almost suffocating, and completely silent. Her father would periodically glance in her direction, but would not speak, and she found that she couldn't speak either. She had several burning questions, ones that she had been waiting for a chance to ask, but trying to speak them was difficult. So they simply sat there, neither speaking, both simply picking at their food, as the distant sounds of the city, and the muffled sounds of the castle played as almost like music in the background.
Kira glanced at her father again, and once again noticed the slight changes about him. His hair, while still the same golden color as hers, had lost a little of its sheen. It was also ruffled and out of place, something unusual for a king. He had deep bags under his eyes, indicating that he had lost a lot of sleep, and his entire countenance was one of gloomy exhaustion.
It ached for her to see her father like this, a man whom she had once held in the highest esteem; now an exhausted, moody man who snapped at almost everyone who addressed him.
What terrified her the most was that Benedictus had remarked one day, after training, of how similar he was to someone else the old priest had known.
A certain man…named Arthas Menethil.
The change had been more dramatic over the past few weeks, and she saw her father getting worse and worse. During dinners or lunches, he had done nothing but sing praises of the Scarlet Crusade and their "beautiful" leader, Whitemane, who would always give an extremely fake blush and a bashful response. It sickened her more and more everyday.
But the fact that the people of Stormwind were becoming so tolerant, even accepting, of the Scarlet Crusade was no less sickening. There was not a day that went by that she didn't pass someone in the castle, or on her way to the Church of Stormwind, that she didn't hear someone speaking words of praise about the fanatical faction. She even saw people, normal, everyday men and women speaking and walking alongside the members of the Crusade.
Granted, she acknowledged that maybe her mentor's words were giving her a dehumanized view of the members, as she had not yet seen them do anything so terrible, but she decided that that was the reason why everyone was so accepting of them.
They had never seen, or experienced the horrors that Benedictus had spoken about the Crusaders, how they tortured innocent people whom they believed had contracted the Plague of Undeath, and how they annihilated anything that crossed their paths, be it gnome, dwarf, or any other. After hearing these tales from her master, she found that it was almost impossible not to dehumanize them.
They seemed to have sprung right from one of her own nightmares.
And it was her father that had accepted them, the wise, kind man whom Kira had idolized her entire life.
"Is something the matter, daughter?" asked Anduin, seeing a strange look cross his daughter's face. The girl looked almost as if she was about to cry.
The question, seemingly so innocent, was just enough to break the dam on Kira's emotions.
"Yes," she said quietly, staring at her plate as she felt the barrier that had been keeping her feelings locked up break, and the torrent of emotions pour out into being.
"Yes, father! Everything is the matter! You aren't yourself! You've changed into someone I can't even recognize anymore!" she wailed, feeling hot tears stream down her face.
Anduin looked stunned by the outburst, and responded, "What are you talking about, Kira? I have done nothing that wasn't in the best interests of our-"
"Yes you have! You broke the Alliance apart! You spurned Magni Bronzebeard, and have offered no aid to either the High Tinker or the Night Elves! Then you made an alliance with those…those…monsters! Everything you've done so far hasn't been in the best interests of this city!"
"You are mistaken, daughter," he said coldly, his eyes beginning to fill with a maddening rage that was not his own.
"I'm not!" she cried, "You aren't my father! The man I knew, the man that I looked up to when I was little, is gone! I want him back! I don't want a wrathful, gullible fool!"
Anduin, by all rights, should have been offended by the girl's words. But as a father, he should have been patient, and listened to her words. Instead, what he felt was a surge of hate so strong that his nails began to dig into his hands from clenching his fists so hard. He noticed detachedly that he had risen to his feet.
"You…!" he rumbled, raising a fist in preparation to hit the girl.
Kira flinched, recoiling from her father as she had done when he had shouted at her during the Council meeting.
His hate immediately evaporated, seeing his daughter's reaction. This time, however, instead of a sudden surge of guilt, and a stammering apology, he was struck with something else.
Realization.
He had just been about to slap his daughter, the one person in his life that he had left, and truly loved. He had been about to cause harm to the only truly precious person in his life.
That terrified him.
With the realization, guilt came, as well, filling his thoughts with nothing but what he had just been about to do. But with those thoughts, came others, unbidden, of his actions over the past few years.
He remembered his fight with Magni, and the harsh words he had spoken to the dwarf king. He remembered speaking of Mekkatorque's foolish ways, and Tyrande Whisperwind and Malfurion Stormrage's disgusting pride and arrogance. He remembered flushing the dwarves from the Dwarven sector, and the furious sense of satisfaction at seeing so many people's homes and businesses be destroyed.
He remembered meeting with Whitemane for the first time, and the feeling of power that he got when she spoke of him so highly, and then the surge of importance he felt, when she proposed the idea of the alliance between them. Then came the feeling of pride in seeing his plan come into fruition as the people of Stormwind, almost at his behest, began to accept the Scarlet Crusade as friends and allies.
It was almost as if a fog had been lifted, and he remembered everything his father and Lord Bolvar had taught him about the Crusaders, how monstrous they were in their actions, and how many of his own people they had murdered.
It was overwhelming, everything striking him at once. He found himself on the ground, on his knees, tears pouring from his eyes.
He didn't know who he was anymore.
He then felt a pair of soft arms encircling him, and he noticed that his daughter was kneeling as well, and hugging him. She pulled his head onto her shoulder, so it rested there, and she made soothing sounds and gestures. In a way, it what much like what he had done to her, when in her childhood she had rushed to his room, in tears saying that she had had a bad dream.
The role-reversal was surprising, to him, but he gratefully accepted his daughter's attempts to console him.
"Forgive…me…" he whispered.
That was all he needed. He didn't care if his people didn't forgive him, if the other members of the Council of Stormwind didn't forgive him; he just needed her forgiveness. The forgiveness of his only daughter, the only person that still lived in this world that he loved with all his heart and soul.
"I already have…father," she said, "just promise me…that you will stay this time…I want my father here, not the man before."
Anduin felt a tremendous burden lift from his heart, and he found himself smiling at his daughter through his tears.
"I will not leave you again…that I can promise," he whispered, hugging her fiercely.
Kira smiled back, and hugged him tighter.
From her position near the door, Kylia wiped a few tears from her own eyes, as she watched her best friend and mistress bring her father back. She was startled by a soft chuckle to her left, where she saw the Archbishop standing in front of the door.
"So much like her mother," he said, looking upon the scene with a kind smile. "Perhaps everything will turn out alright in reality."
He was then gone, disappearing through the doors as quickly and silently as he had come.
Kylia shook herself, a little confused by the words, but still elated that perhaps Kira would not have to deal with all this alone.
It was much later, after Kira had gone to bed, and the servants had all retired to their quarters as well, that King Anduin Wrynn found himself sitting in the very chair he had sat in earlier, at the head of the long dinner table. He had his head propped up by his hands, his elbows on the table in a blatant disregard for manners.
He looked even more haggard than usual, but he didn't care at the moment. He had a lot to think about, and even more to do.
He had to rectify what he had done, first. That meant ridding Stormwind of the Scarlet Crusade, and then recreating the alliance between his city and the dwarves and the gnomes.
The Crusaders would be difficult to oust, mostly because they had become so ingrained in the people's hearts. He didn't think that he could do it without losing a sizeable amount of his own people to the folds of the Scarlet Crusade.
But, it was better than nothing.
But he also needed something else, something that had been troubling him since his talk with his daughter. He realized now that there was something different about him, and that something must have caused him to do what he had done. There was no reason for why he had done it, other than that he had been manipulated. He knew that he could not have forgotten everything he had been taught by his mentors in his youth about the Crusade, nor could he ever picture himself being angry enough with his daughter to consider hitting her.
Perhaps he was going insane? He didn't know, but at that moment, he felt saner than he had in years.
But manipulation, that was a possibility as well. He was confident in his ability to stop mental attack, as he had been subjected to it many times when he had been married to Diana. That was what bothered him, how powerful did the manipulator have to be, in order to break through the shields that he had created through experience?
He rubbed his eyes, feeling more tired than he had ever in his life. Perhaps it wasn't the power of the manipulator, but his own weakness? He felt a slight, unconnected surge of arrogance, but immediately squashed that, a slight anger in himself that he would even think that he was strong enough to resist anything. The fact that he had done so much wrong already, certainly proved the exact opposite of that.
"Those whose hearts are filled with the Light, will have the strength to resist all."
Anduin's head snapped up at the unfamiliar voice from behind him. He whirled, and was met with a strange sight.
There stood a man, dressed from head to toe in red, including a red hood and a mask that covered his mouth and nose, with a red cloth tunic with black trimming and sleeves that completely enveloped his hands, red leather gauntlets, red boots, and a red sash tied around his waist.
The man stared at him through clear blue eyes, filled with such serenity that it was only by looking at the man's outfit could one tell he was an assassin of some sort. He wore no tabard, or any sort of identifying marks.
Anduin narrowed his eyes, and spoke calmly, and slowly.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, clenching his fists.
The man responded without hesitation, in a soft, tempered voice.
"Since the young one spoke to thee. It was truly surprising for such a youthful girl to possess such strength of mind, wouldst thou agree?"
Anduin frowned, "I would…but that doesn't explain your presence…who has sent you? Do you intend to kill me?"
The man in red gave a slight nod.
"Indeed I do. I have been sent by the daughter of the Light, to fulfill what must be done to destroy the Darkness…the Scourge."
Anduin frowned, the daughter of the Light? Could it truly be…yes…I see it now…Benedictus was right…it seems that I am, and always have been…a pawn to the Scarlet Crusade.
He clenched his fist in anger both his stupidity, and the betrayal that he had suffered.
The man in red noticed this and said calmly, "Thou hast recognized my mistress…you must not blame her, for she has done only what is needed for the Light. You need not die in agony, or in vain, for your death will serve a purpose. It will bring forth the faith and power needed to destroy the Darkness. Thou hast a choice in the way that thou will die. Thou are a king, one of great power and influence. Thou hast served the Light for many years. If thou choose to, then thou can go in peace. I will send thee back to the Light, and thou will be treated as thou hast been on earth- as a king- in Eternity. Dost thou accept?"
Anduin's eyes flashed, "I…cannot. My duty is to my people…I have only just rediscovered that."
"Thine kingdom will be taken care of," the man in red whispered, "thine daughter will be raised as a just and powerful queen. Thine people will be the means that is used to destroy the Darkness, and the Light will reward them all. Thou must not worry, for all these will be attended to. Does that allay your fears?"
For a moment, Anduin said nothing. He could do nothing, for in his mind, he was contemplating the man's words. To be able to leave his duties, to be set free, and to be with his wife in Eternity…what better offer could there be? The part of his mind, the part that had previously harbored the wrath that had been guiding him for so long urged him to do this, to simply give up, and die.
But then, he saw Kira.
In his mind, he saw his daughter's tears, he saw Kira's sadness, sadness for him, and then he saw her terror, on two occasions, directed at him.
He then heard her words:
"Promise me…that you will stay this time…I want my father here…not the man before."
Promise.
He had promised.
His daughter, his beautiful, wonderful daughter, had asked him to remain. He was needed, by her, by his kingdom, by the world.
He then saw his wife's smile, and the surge of confidence that had always accompanied that smile.
The Light would have to wait…for he could not rejoin it now.
He suddenly blurred, and with the built up emotions surging through him, he slammed his fist as hard as he could into the man in red's face.
The punch, enhanced by chakra, lifted the man in red off his feet, and he slammed into the wall behind him, creating a large indent in the stone.
Anduin then formed three seals, and upon biting his thumb, slammed his fist into the ground.
"Summon: The Hammer of Stormwind!" he roared.
In a crackling flash of light, a massive hammer burst into being, and fell into Anduin's outstretched hand. It was nearly four feet long, from handle to head. The hilt was the color of his daughter's hair, and a head the color of his kingdom's tabard.
He held it out in front of him, and said coldly, "This is my kingdom…and I would give my life for it…but not to you!"
The man in red stood, apparently unharmed. Two long daggers slid from his long sleeves, one a gleaming silver, the other a shining gold.
"That is unfortunate…then I must send thee to the Light through force," he crossed the blades in front of him, and said in the same soft voice, "May the Light take thee!"
He was suddenly gone.
Anduin brought up his newly formed hammer to block the lightning fast strike of the assassin's gold dagger. He shifted the hilt to the side in an instant, and just barely took another strike from the silver dagger. He pivoted to the right and the two began a dance of blocking and striking. Anduin was forced to take a step back or to the side after each powerful pair of slashes from the red assassin's blades.
He was almost to the wall when he countered; upon blocking another strike, he drove his foot hard into the ground and drove his hammer upwards, the action taking merely a few short seconds, and managed to catch the assassin mid-strike, knocking him back.
He twirled the hammer by its hilt, gathering up a small burst of chakra, and pouring it into the summoned weapon. He released his grip, and the hammer shot like a bullet from his hand, straight towards the now recovered man in red. The man brought his twin blades up at the last second, crossing them in front of his body, which caused the hammer to strike them.
The sheer force, however, blasted him backwards, his feet skidding along the ground. He smashed through the table, but before he reached the opposite wall, he leaned backwards so that his torso was parallel to the ground, and released his grip on the blades. Having forced chakra into his legs, he was able to stop himself, and the hammer shot over him, carrying his blades along with it.
It slammed into the wall, and the hammer obliterated both weapons as well as the wall.
Righting himself, the man in red produced a pair of smaller knives from his sleeves, and threw them at the now weaponless king. Rather than avoiding them, the king flashed a quick set of hand seals, and held his hands out in front of him, palms forward. A bright sheen of gold engulfed them, and spread out in front of him in a transparent, shapeless wall. The knives ricocheted harmlessly off them, spinning away to the side.
"Divine Protection" Anduin said clearly in the silence.
But it wasn't silent for long.
Footsteps suddenly arose from outside the door, and Anduin guessed that the guards had heard the noise.
"What do you intend to do now? Take on myself as well as the guards of my castle?" the King intoned, not lifting his eyes from the assassin in crimson.
"Certainly not," the man retorted, producing something from his tunic. He then shot towards the door, raising the object, which was a small piece of circular paper as he did. Anduin moved towards the door as well, intending to cut him off, but he was nowhere near as fast as the assassin, and watched as he slapped the paper on the crack between the two doors that made up the entrance. Immediately, inky black lines seeped out from the paper, completely covering the door and much of the surrounding wall. Upon finishing, there was no recognizable shape to the markings, but he could see that some were runes.
"A seal…" he said, frowning.
The assassin nodded, "It will keep them occupied for now."
The assassin in red blurred again, and moved directly towards Anduin. He launched a series of lightning-quick punches at the man, who raised his bare fists up in front of his face, blocking the strikes aimed there. He wore no armor, but his chest was well protected by muscle from years of experience and training.
Under the hail of blows, the kind could apparently do nothing, a fact that the assassin took advantage of.
He then felt a sudden rush of air, and the slight crackling of chakra from behind him. His eyes widened beneath his red hood, and he swiveled to the side, managing to miss the incoming hammer that had flown across the room, returning to the hand of its master. As soon as the hammer was in his hands, The King of Stormwind swung around, and using the force that the hammer had gathered in its flight to him as well as the force from his spin, he slammed the Hammer of Stormwind as hard as he could into the red assassin's chest.
The hit easily smashed his ribs, and caused him to release a gurgling sound, and then threw him across the room, where he met the wall. He spat blood into his mask, and slid to the ground.
Anduin twirled the hammer, and moved in as quickly as he could for the kill. Before he reached his target, however, the man in red leapt to his feet in a startling display of agility, especially after receiving such a powerful blow, and flashed through a few seals. He then vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Anduin alone.
The king stopped, only then hearing the shouting of the guards outside the door. He ignored them, however, and looked around, frowning.
He would not leave so quickly…if he possesses half the fervor of the Crusaders, then he will see this through to the end. But this poses a problem…this ability he has, the ability to completely douse the fire of his spirit, prevents me from sensing him.
There was a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye, and he turned, only to see a group of red knives streaking towards him. Instead of hitting him, however, they struck the ground all around him. Instantly on alert, as an assassin of this caliber would miss, especially after throwing so many. An acrid smell reached his nose, and his eyes widened a fraction in recognition of the scent.
The knives exploded simultaneously, promptly engulfing the king in a massive ball of fire.
From his position on the ceiling at the very end of the room, the red assassin watched the weapons do their work splendidly. He clutched one glowing hand to his chest, and felt the damage begin to heal.
As the smoke cleared, however, the man in red glimpsed a flash of gold. When the smoke was completely gone, he saw the king unharmed, his hammer driven into the floor, and both hands raised to the side, a golden glow emanating from them.
"Divine Shield," the king muttered. He was staring straight at the assassin, his eyes filled with a smoldering rage.
The man in red dropped to the floor, landing without a sound.
"Thou art stronger than my mistress had spoken of, both in mind and in body. Perhaps the words that thine daughter spoke to you, are driving your power to new levels? The Light is strong, then, within thee. It is shameful that I must do this, for you are truly worthy of being called King. But I must, for all humanity, and the greater good, destroy you."
Anduin didn't respond.
The man in red formed several seals, and announced, in the same, wispy, soft tone that he always had, "Swords of God!"
All around him, the air shimmered, and long, golden spears of light began to appear. The red assassin formed a seal, and seconds later; they shot towards the king, moving as fast as his hammer had earlier.
The king raised his hammer and smashed the incoming spears apart with ease, before he rushed towards the assassin. A sudden surge of chakra from behind him, however, alerted him to the fact that the spears had not dissipated. Instead, they had reformed and were shooting towards him again.
"A technique my mistress taught to me…they cannot be destroyed so easily."
Anduin cursed and whirled, blocking the spears again, and found that more had appeared between him and the assassin. They swirled around him, and stopped when they had formed a vaguely cross-shaped formation around him, with two on each side of him.
"Cross of God!"
The blades blurred and shot at him, all moving simultaneously. The king summoned the Diving Shield once more, causing the spears to ricochet off, and smash into the ceiling, floor and walls.
Anduin rushed forwards again, closing the distance between him and the assassin. The assassin formed another seal, summoning more spears, but Anduin was moving far too fast and already too close for them to be of any use.
Raising his hammer to smash the assassin's head as one would a watermelon, the King almost smiled in victory.
Then, something happened.
Something flashed through his mind, something he couldn't quite make out. There was a flash of black, then the sight of a monstrous form, materializing in the darkness of his mind. The form had glowing purple eyes, which seemed to bore into Anduin's mind's eye. The sight filled his heart with a terrible fear, causing him to falter.
He then heard a whisper into the night, so soft that only he could hear, but so terrible that it blotted out the fire and courage that had motivated him just earlier.
"YOU WILL PAY, HUMAN."
Then, six, long, shafts of light speared him through the chest, and threw him across the room, pinning him to the opposite wall.
With his spine severed, his lungs pierced, his stomach ruptured and his aorta cut in half, the king could not speak, and his body was completely numb. As blackness close around him, he pictured his daughter, his wonderful daughter.
Kira.
Forgive me…The Sixth King of Stormwind, Anduin Wrynn, son of Varian, died, unable to fulfill his promise to the one he loved more than life itself.
In the darkness of the night, a figure, with deep, fiery purple eyes watched the scene with amusement.
"This is only the beginning, king, of your city's suffering. But, my brother will be pleased, I think."
Benedictus sighed, his eyes glazing over as he saw the body of his king crumpled a bloody heap upon the ground.
I was wrong once again…things did not turn out all right.
The guards looked furious, and for good reason. They had been right there, and had been unable to do anything to help.
The King was dead.
Benedictus had once again predicted true.
He had wished so badly that it would be him, not Kira's father, especially after the change that the king had gone through. Stormwind needed a leader now, and there was no one but Benedictus to take that position.
One of the guards walked up to him, his eyes awash with sorrow and regret, yet still doing his best to appear straight-faced.
"Your Holiness, we were unable to find any traces of the assassin. Not even a single drop of blood."
Benedictus nodded, he hadn't expected them to find anything. But he took heart in knowing that the King had at least fought back, after witnessing the state of the room.
"I see. Has anyone roused the princess yet?"
The guard shook his head. "No, but we sent someone to check on her, and she appears to be alright."
"Good…I will inform her of this news. Stay here until I return."
"We will, Your Holiness."
Benedictus nodded and exited the room, making his way up the long stairs to the hallway where Kira's room was. He entered silently, and gazed upon the girl that he had come to love as a granddaughter. She looked so peaceful, lying there in bed.
It was terrible, he thought, that that peace would soon be shattered, and her world would be plunged into chaos.
And that chaos, he reasoned, would be transferred to the rest of the kingdom.
He could only pray that she had the strength to weather it, for if she didn't the world would be lost.
Ha! Done!
Sorry for the horrible shortness of both these chapters (both of them together form a pretty long one,) and also the lateness. I had exams in the past week, so those took precedence over this (sorry!).
Once again, I would offer to commit seppuku, but it wouldn't benefit anyone but me…
I hope you enjoyed the conclusion to the Tauren Arc, and I hope you guys aren't confused by the happenings of this chapter. Yes, Naruto wasn't in it, but it was necessary, and soon, when Kira and Naruto join up…things will get a lot for fast-paced and awesome!
Also, FOR ALL THOSE WHO HAVE NOT YET REVIEWED, REVIEW NOW! (sorry, caps lock). I know you are out there… am receiving many thousands of hits…yet only like twenty reviews…shame on you! I live off reviews! They are my sustenance! Like Naruto's ramen!
Now that that's settled…
Let's go to some reviewer mail!
A-Man- I have to ask…do you remember the reason Naruto set out from Stormwind in the first place? Therefore, you must remember that his purpose is to unite the races of Azeroth. Therefore, I don't understand how you could think that the Tauren Arc, is a "side-story". I don't think it is at all similar to the retarded filler arc in the Naruto anime. Those stories have no impact on the plot, this does, because it is the plot. I also thank you for the compliment about it being like One Piece, which I consider one of the greatest anime/mangas in the entire world. Of course, seeing as how it is a Naruto fic, that may be a little annoying, but I realize that it is in fact, a lot like that. I will try to make it less like that, so thank you for your concerns. Also, I don't remember downplaying the strengths of Tsunade, Orochimaru, Itachi or anybody really. I may have, but keep in mind that they are all from Naruto's perspective, and that he has been known to hyperbolize. I don't plan to downplay any of their strengths, most certainly Itachi, whom I consider the greatest villain in Naruto, currently, save for Sasori (who kicks ass). Thanks for the reviews!
Needmore- That may be true…but she is still a Ranger, I think. I think her ability to raise the dead is sort of a banshee racial trait, that she received in getting her physical body back. I don't know, however. I said that to the shinobi, the Dragonflight leaders would seem as gods, or maybe even demons. They are way beyond the power of any ninja, or orc, or undead, or anything, really. So they won't be making an appearance. I think they are all trying to track down Deathwing, anyways. The Titans are gods as well, but they are all practically gone anyways, so they won't be appearing either. The control rod during the Venture fight…I guess I should have said that it was almost indestructible, so destroying it would be pretty hard.
X3RO2- Thanks! Yes, Naruto will eventually garner more and more of the fox's power, and in the newest chapters of the manga, you see the real power that this holds. He will definitely reach that level, I think. And no, he won't be meeting Deathwing…but his offspring…that may be happening.
Tatsu- Cool! I'd definitely post it if you wrote a little omake for Kaine and Hinata! That'd be a great help, actually! And yes you can submit regular omakes, and I'd post them whenever they arrive. The problems in Stranglethorn were created by me, actually. They will be revealed soon. Nope, two Forsaken sounds pretty good, but you have to send me a sort of profile on what he looks like, what his personality is, any character quirks he may have that make him unique…stuff like that. I think the little explanation between Golbarn and Naruto may clear up your next question, but I will say that the Undermine's trading networks are not just run by the Venture Co., and that they only own the monopoly for raw materials. It will be split up, and will likely form many new factions, which break up the monopoly. I hope that helps. Thanks for the review!
Well, that's everything. I will try to have the next chapter out sooner, like in a week or something. I once again apologize for making you wait! I feel so ashamed!
Spellbook-Divine Protection- Throws a shield in front of the person, blocking all attacks.
Divine Shield- Surrounds the person in a shield, blocking all attacks from all sides.
Swords of God- Produces long spears that are completely made of chakra. Need incredible control to use, and very powerful.
Cross of God- Uses the Swords of God to create a cross-formation, and then skewer the opponent from all sides.
Armory-Hammer of Stormwind- A massive, summoned hammer that all the Kings of Stormwind are bequeathed with. It is immensely strong, and can by controlled by the users thoughts, returning to him whenever it is thrown, much like Kisame's Samehada.
Spirit Whistle- Enhances the bond that the tauren believes connects a person with a creature of the earth. Is only used by those who aren't tauren. Rexxar and Thrall have both used this whistle.
Bestiary-The Scarlet Ghost (Humanoid)(Elite)(Original)- A powerful assassin that is loyal to the Scarlet Crusade, the Scarlet Ghost can conceal his chakra and make him impossible to sense. He is also an incredible master of weapons, including daggers and throwing knives. He possesses some minor priestly abilities as well, including the ability to heal himself, and read minds. He possesses also, a powerful technique called the Swords of God, which are controlled by his own power, and is a devastating technique. He speaks in a soft, ghost-like voice, and uses a more ancient form of speech to boot. His fervor burns just as brightly as the other Crusaders', but because he knows what he believes is true (or he thinks he does), he can express it in a far more passive way. It makes him an incredible assassin, to say the least.