Happy Easter everyone.

For those of you who have been waiting for a new chapter here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft in any way, shape, or form.


This time there would be no mistakes. This time, he, woud, have, his, revenge!

His error had been impatience and playing to his enemy's strengths. This time he would take his time, stalking his unsuspecting foe from the shadows, and striking when the time was ripe.

To this end he had shadowed his prey across the breadth of Azeroth, watching his every move and breath, learning his every habit. Even going so far as to follow him through the Dark Portal to the blasted remains of Outland.

And now his time had come!

Crouching behind a pile of rocks within the barren ranges of the Hellfire Peninsula he watched as the cursed Tauren mined an outcropping of stone. There was no one around for miles and his prey was unattentive of his surroundings

Perfect.

Remaining behind his cover he began gathering runic power and had to suppress the cackle that bubbled up within him.


Grunting, Korvan Stonehorn brought his pickax down, chipping away at the stone encasing the seam of fel iron he had discovered. But really there had to be a better way of doing this. All this effort and all he had to look forward to was a few lumps of ore.

But until those goblins came up with something better, old-fashioned sweat and elbow grease would have to do.

Raising the pick over his head he brought it back down with all his strength, driving the point deep into the ruddy stone. Panting he took a moment to catch his breath before tugging on the pick, only to find it stuck fast.


Behind his rocks the death knight quietly laughed at his enemy's misfortune as the brutish Tauren struggled to free his tool. But soon his struggles would be over as his runic power reached its peak.

Raising his hands he began muttering dark words, and a leering skull surrounded by a sickly green glow formed and shot at his hated foe.


Grinding his teeth Korvan glared down at the obstinately stuck pick for a moment before bending down, tugging back sharply, only for his hands to slip suddenly off the sweat-soaked haft. Hitting the ground with a thud and an 'oof', Korvan thought he must have landed harder then he thought as a spot of green and purple flashed across his vision.


Growling the death knight's hands balled into fist as the bolt of unholy power sailed over the Tauren's prone form. Watching as his enemy climbed back onto his hooves the unholy knight raised his hands again and prepared a second Death Coil.


Rubbing his head Korvan glared at the still stuck tool but paused as he noticed a new crack and something glittering on the ground.


In his hands the Death Coil coalesced, and with all his rage behind it, he unleashed the spell on the infernal Tauren.


Stooping down Korvan sighed at the subtle breeze that drifted across his back before snatching up the glittering object. Straightening he brushed dust from it and grinned at the purple sparkle of a Nightseye.


Wanting to howl in rage the death knight banged his helmeted head against a nearby bolder at yet another miss. This Tauren had Illidan's own luck, but he wouldn't be cheated.

Leaping atop the pile of rocks he had been hiding behind he raised his hands over his head and, squeezing his eyes shut tight in concentration, channeled every ounce of power he had into one last colossal Death Coil.


Tucking the gem into his pouch Korvan turned his attention back to his pickax.

Bending down he gripped the haft firmly. Spreading and planting his hooves, he gritted his teeth, hunched his shoulders, and tugged with all his might, only to have the pick slip free without even a hitch, and sail out of his hands as he tripped and fell flat on his back.


The Death Coil blazed above his head. His revenge had come.

Planting his feet, the death knight opened his eyes in triumph and was met with the sight of a tumbling pickax a moment before it connected with his head.

Stars exploding before his eyes the death knight stumbled back, his foot meeting open air. Teetering, his arms flailing for balance, he forgot the spell in his hands which slipped from his fingers and toppled to the ground.

With a thunderous boom the spell detonated, kicking dust into the air, shattering stone, and sending the death knight flying into the sky with a high pitched 'Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!".


Frowning at the explosion and scream, Korvan looked around, noting the dispersing cloud of green mist and red dust, but seeing nothing else he shrugged and returned to prying the lumps of fel iron from the rock.


Well there it is. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I took a little creative license with how some of the game mechanics, but only did it so I could tell a better story.

As always whether good or bad reviews are welcome