PsykoReaper: Yeah, on the hole, Preparation H feels good...
Dark Angel: You mean Dr. Evil's plan, right?
PsykoReaper: ...Sure, let's go with that!
Dark Angel: Anyway, we just wanted to say that Kalec will be in this one, along with dragons of the Black Dragonflight...something we hoped would appear in the Sunwell Trilogy, but however, did not show as a major player, only in a flashback killing that whiny-ass Dwarfs family, BOO HOO!
PsykoReaper: You have some issues...
Dark Angel: Well, it would be your fault, "God of Insanity!"
PsykoReaper: Pish posh, on with the show!
Sentinel Hill was a gory nightmare, the blood of the living stained the walls and ground of the settlement. No one was spared from the undead's hunger, the young or the old, the male or the female, the weak or the strong, all were food for the Scourge. The People's Militia tried to defend themselves, but to no avail, they were easily torn apart.
Lady Comirin Deadbane and Crakeron the Ice-Heart walked through the streets as the undead devoured the people.
"Beautiful, isn't it, lich?" asked Comirin, sporting her villainous smirk.
"I quite agree, death knight, the undead do quite nicely, quite nicely indeed," said Crakeron.
"More nicely than when they were in your possession?" asked Comirin, taunting the lich with his lost position.
"I say you are...adequate," said Crakeron.
"You are a terrible liar," laughed Comirin.
"But, I must ask, where is...the source, the Lich King wishes the source to be brought to him in the Icecrown Citadel," hissed Crakeron.
"It will show, you know what you are doing?" asked Comirin.
"This tome...has great powers, it belonged to-" said Crakeron.
"Medivh?" asked Comirin.
"No, someone of greater power, Sargeras himself," hissed Crakeron.
"Hm, I didn't know you dwelled in demonology," said Comirin.
"Well, this book is able to use spells that are unknown even to Medivh, it even has the ability to summon the Old Gods from their slumber, even resurrect slain demons of unknown potential, it would be folly to ignore a book of this magnitude, this 'Tome of Sargeras,'" explained Crakeron.
"Well, it had better serve the Lich King's purpose," said Comirin.
"Oh, it shall, death knight, it shall," hissed Crakeron. Then, two ghouls pulled up the defeated body of Corporal Thanos.
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"Mistress...we bring leader of settlement guarding...he may know where source be," hissed a ghoul.
"Very good, ghouls, you may continue your slaughter," said Comirin, the ghouls then ran away, chasing a fleeing child and devouring it.
Comirin grabbed Thanos by the throat and pushed him against the wall.
"Now, tell me, human, where is the source?" asked Comirin.
"I do not know what you are talking about, witch, nor would I tell you if I knew!" growled Thanos.
"He is...annoying, Comirin, but he is telling the truth," said Crakeron.
"Yes, I see it in his eyes, he knows nothing," sighed Comirin.
"Vile undead, we may not be immortal like you, but we have the heart of the Alliance and King Varian Wrynn, for Azeroth, for Lorder-" before he could continue with his rant, he was stabbed in the chest by Comirin's claymore.
"How about, for the Lich King?" taunted Comirin.
She then threw Thanos on the ground, bleeding. "I hate humans, they think they know everything," sighed Comirin as both she and Crakeron continued to travel across the settlement.
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Thalaa and Soril saw the bloodshed, and they were sickened by it. They never were brought to raids of Defias Brotherhood camps; never saw the blood of another human, only gnolls or kobolds.
"Is...this what war is like?" asked Soril.
"I think so," let out Thalaa. They then saw a group of ghouls feast on a human, still screaming in pain and fear.
One of the ghouls looked at the two teenagers; it looked at Soril in suspicion.
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"Crakeron, it is here!" said Comirin.
"Where?" asked Crakeron.
"One of my ghouls has spotted it, it is a boy," said Comirin, in disbelief at the last part.
"A boy, I thought it was something different," said Crakeron.
"I cannot tell, we will soon have the source, for the Lich King to bath in it's power, becoming even more of a deity!" laughed Comirin.
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The other ghouls stopped eating and looked at Soril. They then growled at them and ran at the two younglings.
"Let's get out of here!" yelled Soril, they both turned and ran away.
Soril was grabbed in the shoulders by clawed hands, he was pulled to the ground by the ghouls.
"Help! They are going to eat me alive!" screamed Soril.
"Why would we do that, boy?" asked a voice, he looked to see Crakeron.
"A...lich," gasped Soril.
"Let him go!" yelled Thalaa, she then fired an arrow at the lich. He held his hand up and the arrow turned to ice and shattered in Crakeron's grasp.
"Foolish elf, you cannot defeat the inevitable," said Crakeron.
"I said, let him go!" barked Thalaa.
"We need him, he has great power inside him," said Crakeron. He was then hit by a rock behind his head; he looked to see Corporal Thanos, trying to live, for one good deed.
"Corporal Thanos!" yelled Thalaa.
Soril then broke free from the ghouls, hitting one on the head and ran to Thalaa.
"Thalaa, Soril, you get your asses out of Sentinel Hill and get to the coast near the Westfall Lighthouse, there is a rowboat, and you get yourselves out of Westfall!" growled Thanos.
"We can't leave you!" yelled Soril, trying to save his respected mentor with words.
"Soril! Thalaa! That is an order!" barked Thanos.
They both looked at each other, they knew he wanted them safe, as a good mentor would.
"Yes, sir!" they replied, they then ran away, with tears in their eyes.
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Crakeron the Ice-Heart looked at Corporal Thanos as he fell to his knees, he then glided to him.
"I have more abilities than ice, you know, I have...darker tastes," hissed Crakeron, he then put his skeletal hands on his cheeks.
Thanos gasped as his life was being sucked from him, after a few minutes, he was nothing but a greatly dehydrated corpse.
Crakeron then let go of Thanos, his body dropping on the dead ground. Comirin then walked to him with a look of confusion.
"Have you found the source?" asked Comirin.
"He got away, damn human got me distracted," growled Crakeron.
"Yes, well, I will be able to know where his is as long as it is in a mile radius," said Comirin.
"Hm, your telepathy is small and weak," hissed Crakeron.
"Careful what you say, lich, or I will make sure they are your last," threatened Comirin.
"Well find them, they are in twos, and those in two, are easily divided," said Crakeron.
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The two run and run until they get to a well. "I...I can't believe this is happening!" cried Soril.
"It's all because those Scourge bastards wanted that gem!" growled Thalaa.
"What do you want me to do about it?" asked Soril.
"Throw it away, throw it down that well, at least they won't be able to find it!" growled Thalaa.
Soril was about to let the gem fall, but he heard something. "Please, don't do this, I don't want to be alone again!" cried the gem. Soril then put it back in his pocket.
"What are you doing, Soril, those things are after us because of that thing!" yelled Thalaa.
"I don't think they are after the gem, I think they are after me," said Soril.
"That's insane!" growled Thalaa.
"No, the lich said something to me, it confused me, but I think they wanted me," said Soril.
"What's your proof?" asked Thalaa.
"The dead did not try to eat me, that's your proof, will you just trust me?" asked Soril.
"I'll try, but it's hard to believe," said Thalaa.
They then looked to see a large scarecrow-like golem standing a few feet across from them. "A Harvest Golem," exclaimed Thalaa.
"What do we do?" asked Soril.
"Maybe we should run," said Thalaa.
"Run where, the coast to Westfall Lighthouse is too far away!" loudly whispered Soril.
"Yes, but we should be able to outrun him," growled Thalaa. They then backed away slowly from the Harvest Golem, each step it did not make a move.
"Maybe we can run now?" asked Thalaa.
"No, it wants us to do that, so it can catch us off guard," said Soril.
"Yeah, but it will move eventually," said Thalaa.
"And when it moves, we run," said Soril.
After they got ten feet from it, it took a step forward.
"Now!" yelled Soril. They then ran at the speed of a demon, trying not to get killed by the Harvest Golem, who was quickly closing in on them.
Suddenly, the troll who saved them from the Infernal dropped from the sky and crushed the Harvest Golem.
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"Hehaha, another one bites the dust!" laughed the troll.
"Who are you, troll?" asked Thalaa, not in a trusting mood.
They then heard huffing and puffing, seeing a goblin, wearing a metal vest with a carved skull symbol on the chest, brown pants, brown boots, a red hard hat, a metal pack on his back, and holding a wrench.
"By all that is technological, will you slow down!" roared the goblin.
"Not another goblin!" groaned Soril.
"Gee, now that is a nice thing to say!" growled the goblin.
"I be sorry, this be my friend, Beez Goldwrench, and I be Gi'Thorr, a Demon Hunter!" laughed the troll.
"A Demon Hunter, I thought only a Night Elf can become one!" gasped Thalaa.
"No, mon, any one can be a demon hunter, it's just that night elves be more common," explained Gi'Thorr.
"Yeah, yeah, I heard this explanation before, you could have killed me with your constant travelling, you dumb troll!" yelled Beez.
"Don't mind him, he prefers to use his tech to fight instead of himself," said Gi'Thorr.
"Why not, I am the best Tinker in the world!" laughed Beez.
"True, mon, you two need help?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"We don't need help from members of the Horde!" grumbled Soril.
"Well, lucky for you two, we ain't part of da Horde, we be freelancers!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"Yeah, we can get you anywhere you want and we would have little animosity," said Beez.
"He is an easy talker," said Gi'Thorr.
"How can you get us quickly to the coast near Westfall Lighthouse?" asked Soril.
"I can run pretty quickly, mon, and I can carry a Tauren over my back and not get strained from the weight," said Gi'Thorr.
"And I suppose I am left behind as well?" asked Beez.
"You have your pack," said Gi'Thorr.
"Yeah, that is true," said Beez.
Gi'Thorr then picked up the two younglings and started to run to the coast. Beez pushed a button on his pack straps and his pack turned into a giant tank with two hammers on the front of it, it then drove after Gi'Thorr.
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Gi'Thorr finally arrived to the coast, with a rowboat at the beach, strapped by a rope. Beez then arrived a little it later.
"Well, finally you came to the party!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"Wow, you are fast, that only took a few minutes!" laughed Soril.
"I be fast, but not all the times, hehaha!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"Yeah, I would have experience," laughed a voice.
They then saw someone appear in black smoke, it was Comirin Deadbane.
"Well, if it isn't the daring demon hunter, Gi'Thorr, how goes your search?' asked Comirin.
"Comirin, what you be doin' here, ya whore of a death knight!" growled Gi'Thorr.
"Now, now, just hand over the boy and you won't be killed and revived as my pet," taunted Comirin.
"Why?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"I don't have to answer to you, demon hunter, I have my own reasons," said Comirin.
"No, don't you mean, his reasons?" corrected Gi'Thorr.
"Well, if you wish to die, please, by all means, keep talking!" laughed Comirin.
"Well, if you insist!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
She then drew out her weapon, Gi'Thorr with his. They then rushed at each other and fought with great ferocity. She then kicked him in the groin and sent him on his back; she then put her foot on his chest.
"You know, Gi'Thorr, you always said humans were ugly, that is pretty much your catchphrase, but I always wondered, why me?" asked Comirin, playfully.
"Well, I said humans were ugly, not elves!" laughed Gi'Thorr as he jumped up sending Comirin flying till she landed on her feet.
Thalaa and Soril got on the boat, with Beez, with his pack normal, untying it and pushing it to the water, jumping on when it get's to the water.
Beez, get to Booty Bay, I'll be meetin' ya there!" yelled out Gi'Thorr.
"Where!?" yelled out Beez. "We meet a the Salty-" before Gi'Thorr could finish, Comirin slashed at him, but Gi'Thorr dodged the attack.
"Salty Sailor Tavern, got it!" yelled Beez.
"We can't just leave him!" yelled Soril.
"Don't worry, he does this all the time!" laughed Beez.
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Gi'Thorr watched as they sailed away as he held off Comirin's claymore with his glaives.
"Sorry, pretty elf, but you be not as strong as me!" laughed Gi'Thorr.
"You are right, troll, I am better!" hissed Comirin.
She then kicked him in the stomach, knocking him back and raised her sword in the air. Then, thirty ghouls came up from the ground.
"Aw, come on, girl, you be forgettin' about all da times I beat your sorry ass," growled Gi'Thorr.
"Only a few, Gi'Thorr, but I will ask you one thing before my ghouls tear you limb from limb, do I remind you of her?" asked Comirin.
"No, she was a lot prettier!" growled Gi'Thorr.
"Cold, Gi'Thorr, very cold," replied Comirin. The ghouls then ran at Gi'Thorr, who had his blades ready.
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It was night time, Beez was at the back of the boat, rowing it, with Soril sitting at the back of the boat, with Thalaa sleeping, resting her head on his lap.
"It's strange, Beez, she seems nicer when she is asleep," said Soril.
"I wouldn't know, kid, I haven't known her that well," said Beez.
"So, how do you know he will be safe, this time?" asked Soril.
"Well, he always been a great fighter, he never lost a battle, save four, and he has NEVER lost to Comirin Deadbane," explained Beez.
"Was...Comirin Deadbane...the death knight we just saw?" asked Soril.
"Yes, she is a powerful death knight in the skills of shadow and death, she was Arthas' consort during his time as a death knight, and for a time, a consort of the Lich King, Ner'Zhul, she was considered, by the other death knights, 'Death's Beautiful Flower', as she was, for a while, property of the Lich King," said Beez.
"I didn't know he thought of things like that," said Soril.
"He is a man, an evil one at best, so it's not that much of a suprise," said Beez.
"How powerful is she?" asked Soril.
"She is just as powerful as Arthas when he was a death knight, and as I said before, she is a master of the arts of shadow magic, she is able to move into the Realm of Shadows and out of it, whatever that is, she is also able to raise multitude of the undead, meaning that she is amazing in the unholy arts as well," said Beez.
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"Alright, I saw a lich there as well," said Soril.
"Aaaah, that explains what happened to Crakeron!" laughed Beez.
"Crakeron?" asked Soril.
"His name is Crakeron the Ice-Heart, he is good at ice magic, death magic, and amazingly, fire magic, he also seems to keep a strange tome that me and Gi'Thorr are trying to find out what it does," said Beez.
"It's a book, nothing bad happened by reading a book," said Soril.
"Not true, it was a book that brought Archimonde to the world," said Beez.
"Oh, right..." trailed off Soril, watching off the distance.
"Alright kid?" asked Beez.
"I was raised in Westfall, it may not have been the best of places, and after my father left for the war, I felt alone, but I felt...familiar there," said Soril.
"Your father?" asked Beez.
"Yes, my father left me and my mother to help fight the Horde at Kalimdor itself when I was five, and my mother died...a long time ago, leaving me to be raised by my godfather, Corporal Alexander Thanos, now, I feel that he has been slain, now I have nothing to live for in Westfall, nothing," said Soril.
"What about your lady friend?" asked Beez.
"She's a friend, my fellow Alliance member, and the only one in my division that I call my best friend, even though we are at odds most of the time," said Soril. "Well, be careful, Booty Bay has members of all races, even those that are ones known to rough-house, especcially those who have spiteful feelings towards the Alliance," said Beez. "How long will it take?" asked Soril. "We will probebly be there in daybreak, I hope nothing else goes terrible in this crazed world," said Beez.
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In the jungles of Feralas, a blue-haired half-elf walked across the forest, remembering a long lost love. He then heard a laugh. He readied his blade.
"Show yourself, and you will be spared," growled the half-elf.
"Now, now, Kalec...or is it Kalecgos?" asked the voice, who revealed himself to be a skinny human with long black hair, a black goatee, red circles around his red eyes, and a scar running down his face diagonally. He wore a black plate armor with dragon carvings on it, a torn red cape, and a grey tabard with a red symbol on it.
"Nekronion, what are you doing here!" growled Kalec.
"Still sad about your avatar mate being slain, oh, and call me Nekon in this form," he taunted.
"Fine, Nekon, I will ask you again, what...are you doing here?" asked Kalec.
"I wish to see my old friend, that is all," said Nekon.
"We are not friends, Black Dragon!" growled Kalec.
"Why not, we have known each other since we were drakes, and I still do not understand you, you give up a beautiful blue dragon consort and you are wasting time with avatars," taunted Nekon.
"You leave her out of this!" growled Kalec.
"Touchy, my old friend, it is actually your friend I am here for," said Nekon.
"What are you talking about?" asked Kalec.
"It seems your...avatar...is back from the dead, and everyone is looking for her," said Nekon.
"Anveena!? Where is she? Who is after her other than you?" asked Kalec.
"Well, for first, not me, my father, who wishes to use the Sunwell's energies to resurface, is after her, and the others after her are the Scourge, who wish to use the power to make their god even more powerful, the remaining Old Gods, who wish to be free and Anveena could possibly be able to free them, and the Burning Legion, for purposes I have no clue about, also, the one in control of the Legion members here is our old friend, Ven'Gyr," said Nekon.
"Ven'Gyr, he's supposed to be dead!" growled Kalec.
"If you have not learned from anything, dreadlords are extremely difficult to kill, almost impossible," said Nekon.
"Then, why have you come here, if you are looking for her?" asked Kalec, implying that Nekon knows nothing.
"Well, I have no idea where she is, but...I am hoping, she will come to you, if you are in danger..." hissed Nekon.
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Two figures watched as two dragons fought in the skies, those dragons were Kalecgos and Nekronion.
One figure was what appeared to be a large orc with little black plate armor and a large ax.
The other looked like a female human with long black hair, black leather armor with black leather boots and gloves, a silver rapier, and a gold cape.
The female was sitting over one of the Twin Colossals with the orc standing next to her. "Amazing how your mate can make much of a fuss," growled the orc.
"That has always been like Nekronion, Pyrokon, that has always been his way," hissed the female.
"True, Sulfian, but he is powerful, even though being the youngest in the family of Deathwing," said Pyrokon.
"But Deathwing cannot hope to obtain a force that might not even exist," said Sulfian.
"How do you know that the source is not real?" asked Pyrokon.
"Because we are following a rumor, for some reason, we cannot sense her, and hence, I think that he is running after his ass!' growled Sulfian.
"Even so, you have to admire his dedication to become a great member of the family of Deathwing," said Pyrokon.
"He's only trying not to be a stepping stone of the world, something everyone has in common," growled Sulfian.
"But, it makes them stronger; you should have more faith in your mate, Sulfian," said Pyrokon.
"Maybe someday, but not today," whispered Sulfian.
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Soril and Thalaa slept as Beez rowed his boat. Soril heard a voice in his head as he slept. "Soril...I remember my name," said the gem.
"What is it?" asked Soril.
"It's the only thing I remember, but it's Anveena...Anveena Teague..." she said.
PsykoReaper: If any of you didn't get who the gem was till now, then I am disappointed, cause I am pretty sure the title said it all!
Dark Angel: I'm sure they got it with the yellow gem and Kalec and stuff...
PsykoReaper: That's true, that is very true...