Warcraft IV: Generations
Verse II: Providence
AN: And we are back. I am really excited about this story. Anyway this
Next chapter will have the tiniest bit of angst. Its not enough to change the category, but it might make some people uncomfortable. All I can say to them is; too bad. Enjoy the story.
It was almost over. Illidan's held his hunter blade to his stomach, ready to end his life. While some might see suicide as the coward's way out, those people had no concept of his alternative. Ending his own life was far better than facing Kil'jaeden's wrath.
"Peace at last."
"Hold fast, Illidan Stormrage!" a voice boomed at the edge of his tent. Illidan spun around, his blade forgotten. Behind him stood a human, dressed in a brown cloak with a gnarled staff. Some thing about this mortal seemed intimidating, a feeling Illidan was not in the mood for.
"Illidan I am disappointed, you cheat death at every turn for nearly 20,000 years only to invite it to claim you now?"
Illidan was not in the mood for this. It was one thing to be interrupted in the middle of a suicide attempt. It was quite another to be insulted as well.
"You dare speak to me? And with such an obvious lack of respect! Do you have any idea the power I command?"
"Don't fool yourself boy. I could break with my hands tied." The statement was quick and harsh, and made Illidan wince. It was true, he knew it. A contest of magicks with this man would not last long; he could feel it in his bones.
"Who are you?"
"Who I am is of no consequence at this time. What is important is the terrible tidings I bring.'
This was interesting, Illidan thought, what could possibly be more terrible than waiting for a demon lord to come and obliterate his very soul.
"The Burning Legion has left this world to its fate. While this may seem at first as wonderful, it also carries with it a horrible truth. Kil'jaeden realized after Arthas and Ner'zhul merged, they became one of the most powerful beings to ever walk Azeroth. The Lich King had grown too powerful to control long ago, this was why he enlisted your services to begin with. This new development however, hade made him too powerful to be stopped; not without enormous casualties on the Legions side. So the Dark Host moved on, scouring the Great Dark Beyond for a new world to conquer. This unfortunately, leaves Azeroth do deal with Kil'jaeden's folly alone. The Lich King will destroy the Eastern Lands. And he has boasted that he will do so within the next fortnight.
The prophet smiled slightly as he saw Illidan grip the side of his cot.
"Relax young Stormrage; Arthas' pride has blinded him to Ner'zhul's memories and intuition. The Alliance was taken by surprise in the First Plague. This time they are prepared. Humans are far more resourceful than they are often given credit for. It will take at least 6 months to turn the Southeastern Continent into a new Plaguelands.
Illidan had had enough. This old mortal had taken up enough of his time.
"And why, you wizened old fool, should I care about the fate of mortals?"
Illidan found himself pinned to the wall, struggling to free him self from the stranger's binding spell. The stranger looked absolutely terrifying. His eyes were red, shining like two terrible stars and his face was contorted into a horrible snarl. At that moment, Kael made the mistake of investigating the commotion coming from the tent. Kael was staggered that his master was so incapacitated. He conjured the fire of hell to his hands ready to incinerate the intruder.
"Get away from Lord Illidan!" Kael hurled his fire at the intruder, but all it succeeded in doing was further enraging the stranger.
"THIS DOES NOT CONCERN YOU BOY!" with a wave of his hand, the prophet sent the young prince flying from the tent to crash into the armory. The stranger turned his attention back to Illidan.
"YOU CALL ME AN OLD FOOL! I AM MIDEV! THE LAST GUARDIAN, THE GREATEST WIZARD TO EVER DRAW BREATH IN THIS WORLD! AND YOU CALL ME A FOOL AS IF I DID NOT ALREADY KNOW! I AM WELL AWARE OF MY FOOLISHNESS; I HAVE BEEN PAYING FOR IT FOR OVER 600 YEARS! I AM THE ONE WHO BROUGHT THE MIGHTY ORCS TO THIS PLANET, I AM THE ONE WHO OPENED THE DARK PORTAL OF THE BLASTED LANDS, I AM THE ONE WHO'S WRITINGS ALLOWED ARCHIMONDE TO RETURN TO THIS WORLD, AND I'LL BE DAMNED FOR ANOTHER 600 YEARS IF I DO NOT SET THE WHEELS OF MY ATONMENT IN MOTION THIS DAY!NOW ARE YOU GOING TO SET YOUR ARROGANCE ASIDE FOR TEN MINUTES, OR AM I GOING TO HAVE TO DRAIN IT FROM YOU THROUGH THE ORIFACE OF MY CHOOSING?"
"…."
"WELL?"
Illidan's reply was barely a whisper
"What would you have me do?"
The fire faded from Midev's eyes as he set Illidan back on his cot. Stormrage seemed humbled. This was very, very good. Now he would listen.
"I am glad you still have some sense in you. Very well. As I said, the Lich King will destroy the Eastern Lands, that much is certain. And when he succeeds, his forces will have increased ten-fold. But he will not be satisfied with the East alone, he cannot. He will then set his dark ambitions on Kalimdor."
At this Illidan's eyes grew large beneath his blindfold. He could not let Kalimdor fall. He would not see his brother and Tyrande die.
"How can I stop the Lich King when I could not Arthas? It is impossible…"
"No boy it is not impossible. There is a way to defeat him, mighty though he is. You must take what is left of your forces and sail south through the Maelstrom till you reach the Broken Isles, where the tomb of the Dark Titan Sargareas lies. There you will find a tauren, Riddikk Ironblade. Enlist his aid to guide you to the Southern Continent of Pandarea. From there journey to the Jade City, where you must seek out the Abbot Mushin Stormpaw. In his care is trusted the keys to your peoples salvation."
"What could the Pandarean's possibly have that could help us?"
Midev smiled.
"The blades of Baalrin Demonpact, the Founder of the Demon Hunter Order."
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