The Fall Of Stormwind City
As the Warlocks ashes blew away in the wind of Onyxia's wrath, Ma'thill stared into those cruel red slits of eyes, the nostrils flared dangerously as smoke slowly rose out of them, Ma'thill could clearly understand the common tongue but couldn't speak it, he signalled for another Orc to come forward, he slowly approached Ma'thill his eyes upon the large dark red dragon, Ma'thill spoke in Orcish a deep and throaty language, when he had finished, the translator turned to Onyxia and spoke.
"Ma'thill asks how you know his name" said the Orc, a slight trace of fear in his voice. Onyxia laughed under her breath, turned to the Orc with a slight smile.
"Onyxia was not dead, I was merely asleep, but much has been told to me by my dragon sons and daughters" she looked at Ma'thill, "and they have told me that you are trying to destroy the alliance, they also said that you thought your plans of war were moving along swiftly and unhindered" she continued to smile, it wasn't a warm smile, it was a cold and jeering smile, Ma'thill looked taken aback, and in answer talked again to the Orc, after a few seconds, the Orc turned once again to Onyxia and said.
"Ma'thill said that the reason he has awoken you here is because he needs your help, he will promise you free reign over these lands and north up to Ironforge. This gate is made of Mithril and is impenetrable, but you could break them, and we could attack the city, any amount of riches will be yours."
At this Onyxia began to look very serious, her smiled dropped, and she was very thoughtful, dragons above all else love gold and riches, most dragons would guard the horde of gold and jewels most jealously, and Onyxia was no different, when she heard about gold and riches she suddenly became more co-operative to Ma'thill, as Onyxia's shrewd mind went over all the gold that could be inside the city vaults, Ma'thill began to smirk, he knew what Onyxia was thinking and he knew that he had said the right thing, after a long pause that seemed like hours, Onyxia turned her head to Ma'thill and spoke, not in the common tongue though but in Orcish.
"You have my service Ma'thill, however I reserve the right to attack wherever I please and take whatever I want, without argument." As she finished there was a distinct growl, as if daring anyone to say otherwise, Ma'thill nodded and turned to address his army.
"Everybody, this is the moment, after long hard months we are finally here, at Stormwind" The Army cheered so loud the floor rumbled slightly "as many of you have been with me all through these attacks, you will remember the countless men and women we have lost" he was good at getting them ready for an attack, because the army were getting more and more angry and restless, ready to charge, "so I ask you my friends, no my family, to avenge the death of our bothers and sisters!" he shouted the last few words, the whole army erupted into screams of rage and chants of war, the war drums echoed through the trees, and the all chanted 'Onyxia' over and over again, she looked around at them, seeming to enjoy the attention, she spread her massive wings to their full, and in a moment she was at least 15 feet above the ground, she looked down upon Stormwind, her face marked by a look of the purest loathing, she came down slightly looked at the gate, took a deep breath and shot a fireball the size of a house right at it, as it stormed through the air, it roared and roared, it hit the gate with a huge bang, and cracked and shattered the stone around it, the gate stood for a second, untouched it seemed, then it slowly tilted and fell backwards with a crash.
No sooner than when the gate hit the floor, than the entire of the horde army charged forward, into Stormwind, and into the guards that were now defending the entrance. There was a noise of sword upon sword, spear upon shield and arrow upon stone, the guards fought wildly to protect the citizens inside the city still, but for every one Orc or Tauren that fell, it seemed as if another two took it's place, the siege began to really get wild, guards ducking left right and centre away from the wild and powerful slashes of Orcs and Tauren alike. Spells flying through the air, the night sky alight with purple and green and gold, the guards were being pushed back, slowly but surely, they were loosing numbers and morale, the Orcs pushed forwards, still raging from the words that Ma'thill had said to them, Maces, Axes, Swords and Spears, all came at the guards, wielded by skilled fighters, just as the remaining guards were starting to loose hope battalion after battalion of archers came and appeared upon the wall behind the guards, and with one swift movement let over a hundred arrows loose on the Horde Army, there was disarray as the arrows fell among the countless Horde, they lost their momentum for one second, and as the archers pulled back their arrows again, Onyxia came, with a fury so immense that nothing would stand in her way, stone and rock cracked and shivered merely at the sound of her roars, the archers didn't stand a chance, she came down upon them and with one blast engulfed them all in flame, the Horde Army, made a final charge at the remaining guards and after a fierce skirmish, the Horde were triumphant in their initial attack.
They rallied on the bridge just outside of the Trade District, the sound of women screaming and children crying could be heard, not all of them had managed to reach the secret passageways and hiding spots, Ma'thill, after calming his troops down began to address them.
"My friends, we have come this far, we have taken out the guards, and now can freely pillage and plunder this city" Came his deep booming voice in Orcish "now we must also make these vile humans pay for what they have done to us in the past, all the times they raided into our villages, and slaughtered our families, our friends, our loves, we will avenge their memories today, we will make the humans feel our pain" a loud roar came from the Army "lets us slaughter everyone in this wretched city, and raze it to the ground!" The Horde went crazy, shouts, jeers and howls erupted all through the Army, they were bashing swords against their shields, shouts and yells came from the tunnel leading into Stormwind, the citizens were now panicking, the Horde smiled and at a silent sign from Ma'thill, advanced slowly, Onyxia just sat there watching the proceedings, she recognised the fact that Ma'thill was a great and powerful leader and warrior, he could infuse his own men with hatred and he could get them to use that to their advantage, but on the other hand he knew how to scare and bully the enemy, as to make them forget their valour and bravery, after hours and hours, of the Horde ravaging and plundering the once great city, the fumes and stench of the flames spread high and wide, black smoke filled the air, and the screams of women and the crying of children were drowned out by the almighty roars and yells coming from the Army, and as the last citizens of Stormwind were flushed out of their hiding spots, Onyxia chose her moment, she flew high above The Keep, the only part of Stormwind still fully intact, she roared, the loudest and most horrible she had done, and like they were summoned other dragons came, all blood red, none of them as big as Onyxia but they all had the same fiery red eyes, they were her sons and daughters, they all knew exactly what she wanted, they all took very deep breaths, and in an instant, they released giant fireballs, the biggest being Onyxia's, all the fireballs met in mid-air with Onyxia's and they joined with it, until the fireball was nearly as big as the keep itself, it came hurdling down, the roar from the flames nearly unbearable, and then with a tremendous smash, and deafening noise, the fireball struck the Keep, the Keep was engulfed in flames, and it was so hot it could burn and melt the very rock that it was made of, strangled yells came from inside but were cut short, as the guards that remained burnt to death, or suffocated from the fumes, Onyxia looked triumphant she had done what she had wanted to for aeons and aeons, she signalled for her dragonkin to return from whence they came, they all bowed their heads, turned and streaked off through the smoke, after a while she landed next to Ma'thill.
"Ma'thill, I think you will not need me any longer, however do not tarry here, there will be dwarves from Ironforge coming soon, after they here the news," she said in her Orcish voice "I thank you for this opportunity, I will not be needing any treasure, you will go far Ma'thill." When she finished without hesitation she took off and like her dragonkin, flew through the smoke and disappeared, leaving Ma'thill a little bewildered at what she had said, 'you will go far Ma'thill' those words stuck with him for a very long time, after staring at the spot that Onyxia had flown through, he returned his gaze to the now ruined city, and to his Army celebrating somewhat wildly, it took a while for the news to spread, but Stormwind City, had fallen.