PsykoReaper: We have decided on Priest because Death Knights won't be free until WotLK and we aren't there yet…
Dark Angel: This will be our first character, so be nice!
PsykoReaper: Let's start the show!
The six travelers left the town by morning, or what seemed like morning, and continued down the road.
"So, are you sure you want to do this?" asked Thalaa.
"Positive," replied Soril in dead seriousness.
"But how can we win, we are just two humans, a troll, a night elf, and a goblin!" roared Beez, Glarble let out a yell, "Oh, and a fish!"
"Nothin' be impossible, just unlikely," laughed Gi'Thorr.
"How can you be so happy about this?" asked Beez in a yelling fear.
"Because mon, we be more stronger than any known group in the world, you gotta look at the bigger side of the pie!" explained Gi'Thorr.
"But…gah!" groaned Beez.
"Besides, we have to avenge Thanos," said Soril.
"Who in Gadgetzan's plumbing system is Thanos!?" yelled Beez.
"He was our old commander," replied Thalaa.
"And was my godfather," said Soril.
They were all silent, preferring to stick to the road, to find the undead.
"I told you ya lost 'em!" yelled Nived.
Steesh, Misha, and Nived walked across the forest, lost from their path.
"I didn't lose 'em!" yelled Steesh.
"I think you did," replied Misha.
"AND WHO ASKED YOU!!!" roared Steesh.
They then heard howling. They all huddled together, with their backs together and their weapons out. They all shivered in fright.
"Okay, maybe we can defeat these…whatever they are!" stuttered Steesh.
"I think they be Worgen!" replied Nived.
"What are Worgen!?" shrieked Steesh. They were then surrounded by the wolf monsters, which came out of the fog of the forest.
"That be Worgen…"
As the other group walked down the path, they saw a figure fighting off skeletons. They then ran to the figure with weapons drawn. When they got there, the skeletons were destroyed by holy light.
The figure was a Night Elf with dark purple skin and white hair, wearing a white robe, with silver shoulder pads, a long wooden staff, and a grey tabard. She wore a hood over her head and smiled at the group.
"Hello there," she greeted.
"And who may you be?" asked Gi'Thorr.
"My name is Melarnie Duskweaver, and you may all be?" she asked.
"I'm Soril, this is Thalaa, Beez, Gi'Thorr, Anveena, and Glarble," introduced Soril.
"Very nice to meet you all, are you here to help me with my raid?" asked Melarnie.
"Raid?" asked Anveena.
"Oh, yes, I am planning on raiding a Scourge base," explained Melarnie, "I would welcome any assistance, and it would save me from much trouble."
"What a coincidence, elf, we be going to the base to raid it as well!" chuckled Gi'Thorr.
"Do you know exactly where it is?" asked Anveena.
"It's near the eastern side of the Darkened Bank," answered Melarnie, "It's small with structures and units."
"But any liches or death knights?" asked Thalaa.
"Just two of each, but they shouldn't be too terrible," Melarnie explained.
"They be Comirin Deadbane and Crakeron the Ice-Heart," warned Gi'Thorr.
"Oh dear, it is good that you came, now I know I could use your help," sighed Melarnie, "A lich and a death knight with powers of that magnitude could not be tackled alone."
"How are we going to take the curs down?" asked Beez.
"With this," Melarnie then opened a bag full of glowing orbs, "These orbs have been enchanted to release an explosion that will destroy all undead within the vicinity."
"Explosions!?" burst out Beez, "You come to the right goblin; I can set up explosions like that!"
"Really?" asked Thalaa, not believing the goblin.
"Hey, I'm a goblin, and the best goblin ever, or my name isn't Beezraxin Gorik Goldwrench IV!!" he proudly announced.
"Can you get the orbs to ten structures without being noticed?" questioned Melarnie.
"And more, I'll survive the whole thing!" announced Beez.
"Well, what we be waitin' for!?" shouted Gi'Thorr in excitement.
Soril looked at the direction Melarnie said the base was at, irking for the chance at revenge.
The undead ghouls cut down the lumber of the trees and carried them over to the lumberyards, the acolytes continuously transport gold from the haunted mines, and more undead soldiers rise from the ground.
Crakeron looked at the soldiers rise from the grave; he then looked to see Comirin look out at the river to Elwynn Forest. Crakeron glided over to Comirin.
"Is something the matter, death knight?" asked Crakeron, not really caring.
"I wonder, will this force be enough to take down Stormwind?" asked Comirin.
"Not now, but soon it will be, and Stormwind will fall by the might of the Scourge," hissed Crakeron.
"Hmph, are you so sure, there have been many attacks, none have been successful!" snapped Comirin.
"Who says this one won't be successful?" questioned Crakeron.
"You may be right, you may be wrong, we will see," sighed Comirin.
"Anyway, I should get down to business," moaned Crakeron, he then turned around and faced a squadron of ghouls, "Ghouls, spread out and search for any enemies, those damn wolves could be skulking anywhere…"
The ghouls then spread out all around the place, except for one, one wearing golden armor and grey hair, looking completely drained.
"Ghoul, move out!" ordered Crakeron, the ghoul heard him and quickly searched the area.
Crakeron was silent; he then glided to Comirin's side again. She let out a small laugh. "You are losing your touch, lich!"
"It makes me wonder if that ghoul is turning into a Forsaken," muttered Crakeron.
"No, I think it's that they respect me, and not you," taunted Comirin.
"You are a fool, I am more experienced than you," growled Crakeron, "I was one of Ner'Zhul's original orc warlocks, and I know how to conquer an army more than you!"
"Then why did your Ner'Zhul send his consort to command your army?" taunted Comirin.
"I do not question his judgment!" bellowed Crakeron, "But you are close to being a non-believer!"
"I will not betray him, I am just trying to interoperate his actions better than yours," cooed Comirin.
"Fine, be difficult, just hope this whole thing won't fall on top of you!" growled Crakeron, he then glided away from her, Comirin shrugged off the lich's comment.
The three stooges limped across the forest; they were scratched, tired, beaten, and scared.
"It was a good thing you threw that bone into that bush, we would have never escaped from those Worgen," sighed Misha to Steesh.
"I had a few to spare," moaned Steesh in a sarcastic manner.
"Alright, mon, where be we?" asked Nived.
"Let me look at the map," replied Steesh, he pulled out a scroll and opened it to reveal a map of Duskwood. Both Misha and Nived looked at him at shock.
"You…had that map…the whole time?" asked Misha in growing anger.
"Yeah," replied Steesh.
"And you didn't tell us!" growled Nived.
"You never asked!" yelled Steesh.
"Steesh, when we get out of here, I am gonna kill you!" growled Nived.
"Same here!" yelled Misha.
"Like I don't get those threats already," sighed Steesh, "We are near the Vul'Gol Ogre Mound…"
They were all silent.
"Did you say…Ogre?" asked Misha, now scared.
"Y-yes, yes I did," stuttered Steesh, realizing what is about to happen.
Suddenly, they see an ogre run at them, roaring and swinging his arms around. They screamed and ran away from the crazy ogre.
The other group walked down the path, they stopped when they saw the undead base a mile from the road.
"There it is, mon," announced Gi'Thorr.
"Beez, are you ready?" asked Melarnie.
"Yeah, gimme the bombs!" yelled Beez in excitement.
"Wait, how is Beez going to get those bombs on the structures?" asked Thalaa.
"Yeah, they not gonna let him put the bombs on them, without a fight, mon…" sighed Gi'Thorr.
"Maybe if we can distract them, Beez can destroy the structures," answered Soril quickly.
"But we can't take all of the undead," replied Anveena.
"Who says we can't?" asked Soril.
"Yeah, mon, I be a Demon Hunter, both of you have the power of the Sunwell, we are sure to win, mon!" said Gi'Thorr optimistically.
"Your optimism is giving me an ulcer!" growled Beez.
"I agree with Gi'Thorr, once we distract the undead forces, they will be too busy with us to care for the buildings," agreed Melarnie.
"Fine!" growled Beez.
The ghouls came back from their scouting, returning to Comirin. "What have you found, ghouls!" ordered Comirin.
"Mistress Deadbane, we found nothing other than wolf men and human scouts!" hissed a ghoul.
"What of the scouts of Darkshire?" asked Crakeron, who appeared next to Comirin, frustrating Comirin a bit.
"No, they be celebrating the defeat of wolf men..." hissed the ghoul.
"Maybe if we attack them while they celebrate, we could…" went on Crakeron.
"Did you forget who was in charge, lich, I am, and I say if we attack or not!" yelled Comirin.
"Whatever you say…death knight!" hissed Crakeron.
"We will mobilize more troops, and strike at Stormwind!" ordered Comirin.
They then heard a horn in the distance; they all looked and saw Thalaa blowing on a horn half a mile away.
"It's the night elf wench, she must know where the stone is!" hissed Crakeron.
"After her!" ordered Comirin, the ghouls then hissed and ran at Thalaa, when they were just a foot from Thalaa, Gi'Thorr jumped from a tree and started killing the ghouls with ease. One of the ghouls then ran away from the fight, into the mist…
"Skeletons!" ordered Comirin, "Attack!!"
The skeletons all hissed and ran at Gi'Thorr and Thalaa; they were then hit by the combination of Gi'Thorr and Melarnie's Mana Burn, who appeared from the tree as well. The skeletons then started to fall apart, as the Mana Burn was stealing the magic from their bones.
"These fools have taunted us long enough!" growled Crakeron, "Send the Crypt Fiends!"
"Fine!" growled Comirin, she then made a gesture to go forward to the Crypt Fiends, who hissed and ran at the two.
Gi'Thorr let out a chuckle and suddenly was consumed by green fire. He then ran at the Crypt Fiends and one by one, they were consumed by flames, all burning to a crisp.
"Send the Abominations!" growled Crakeron.
"No, you will go…" cooed Comirin with a smile.
"What?" asked Crakeron.
"Why not show them what you are made of, lich?" asked Comirin, "Unless that book is nothing but a tarnished piece of old forgotten history…"
Crakeron grew angry. "Fine, I will show you how powerful I am!"
He then opened his book, used magic to flip the pages; he started to read an incantation. The sky started to make a vortex. He walked to the three while reading the pages.
Suddenly, from the sky, a green lightning bolt appeared and hit Gi'Thorr, throwing him at a tree. He got up and ran at Crakeron, he started to feel woozy, he has been corrupted by demonic energy.
Gi'Thorr stopped and breathed in and out slowly, the demon energy then seeped out of his body, leaving his own.
Crakeron growled and put his book away, he then created a ten foot ice tower from the ground, him on the top of it. He then summoned ice crystals from the sky and shot them at his foes. Gi'Thorr and the others moved to avoid them; Melarnie summoned holy flames at the tower and made it melt.
The tower then fell down, with Crakeron floating on the ground gently.
"You are a strong little priest!" hissed Crakeron.
"Your corruption of the earth will end, lich!" said Melarnie with determination, "Surrender, and I promise, the next time we meet you will die…"
"Unlikely, I have the Tome of Sargeras, none can defeat me now!" hissed Crakeron.
Soril ran from his hiding spot and stabbed Crakeron in the back. He then turned his head to face the boy; he then removed the blade from his back.
The blade had a negative effect on him though, causing him to fall on the ground. "So…much…magic…" hissed Crakeron, he then growled, "I must have it!!"
He then summoned an ice crystal and shot it at Soril, knocking it to the ground. Soril attempted to get it, but Crakeron froze Soril's legs to the ground, making him fall on his stomach.
He attempted to grab the sword but Anveena also left her hiding spot and shot a blast of Sunwell energy at Crakeron, knocking him back.
"You…are the source!" realized Crakeron, "But…how?"
Anveena stayed silent as she was in a defensive pose.
"Tell me, human, how did you become the source!" ordered Crakeron.
"I do not have to tell you!" responded Anveena.
"How rude, how rude!" hissed Crakeron, he then raised his arm at Anveena. Soril broke free from the ice and grabbed his sword, holding his blade at Crakeron's throat.
"You will not kill Anveena!" yelled Soril.
"Kill her?" asked Crakeron in confusion, "Why would I kill the source of the Sunwell?"
"Why do you want her!" ordered Soril.
"Not me, the Lich King, he needs more power, and she will be able to deliver it!" hissed Crakeron.
"Not if I have anything to say about it!" yelled Gi'Thorr, he then attempted to slice down Crakeron, but was defended by Comirin with her blade.
"Thank you, death knight," cooed Crakeron.
"Don't you dare thank me, lich, because as soon as this is over, you are going to clean up all this mess!"
Crakeron looked at her, no doubt cold at her for not accepting his thank you, as he was a lich that thought he deserved to be praised for doing something kind.
Suddenly, the unholy structures started to explode, even the graveyard exploded, causing body parts to fly up in the air.
"What!?" growled Comirin, she then grabbed Crakeron by the ribcage, "What did you do now, lich!?"
"Nothing at all, it wasn't me," said Crakeron calmly.
"Then who de-" she then stopped and turned to her enemies, "You! This is the last time I let any of you alive!"
She raised her hand up in the air and a tornado of cold wind and ice appeared in her hand, she then pointed it at them, attempting to drag them inside.
They all held onto they could grab, except for Melarnie and Gi'Thorr, who stayed put on the ground.
Melarnie sent out a mental blast at Comirin, causing her to hold her head and put one knee on the ground, but she continued to hold the tornado of ice and wind, but was somewhat weaker.
She summoned fourteen ghouls with her hand after she was done holding her head. They ran at Melarnie, but she put her hand in the sky and a nova of holy energy blasted the ghouls away from her.
As they flew in the sky, Beez appeared, covered in black ash and smoke and shot missiles from his pack at the ghouls, destroying twelve of them.
The remaining two attempted to attack Melarnie again, but she grabbed a mace and swung it at the two ghouls, knocking both their heads off. Alas, she lost her footing, and was about to be pulled into the tornado.
Soril jumped up and knocked Melarnie out of the way, being pulled into the tornado. As he was swung around, he was hit by shards of ice.
"That be it, she-witch!" growled Gi'Thorr, he then jumped behind Comirin and attempted to stab her, but he was stabbed by Comirin's claymore.
"Fool, none can defeat me!" laughed Comirin, she was then stabbed in the back by Anveena's dagger.
She turned around and slapped Anveena with her gauntlet, causing her to fall on the floor. "Bitch, you cannot defeat me, and any more insults will bring your doom!"
Suddenly, Soril began to glow a yellow light, and he destroyed the ice, dispersed the tornado and pushed Comirin and Crakeron to the river.
Crakeron quickly got out of the river, followed by Comirin. She grew angry at them, and attempted to get back there. Crakeron held her back, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"No, we must get back, we cannot handle them without more power!" warned Crakeron.
"You can run, lich, I don't need you!!" roared Comirin, "I want their heads!!!"
"If that is how you are going to act…"
He then grabbed his Tome and said a few ancient words, teleporting them from the area.
"HAHA!! Told you I can do it!!" laughed Beez.
"Who doubted you, mon?" laughed Gi'Thorr as he got up from the ground, obviously bleeding.
"Your wound is angry, maybe you should let me see that," said Melarnie in a hint of concern. She then released a yellow light, healing Gi'Thorr's stomach greatly.
"I think I deserve an apology, Thalaa!" sneered Beez to her.
Thalaa paid no attention to the goblin's sneer, she ran to Soril's broken and wounded body.
"Melarnie, I think you should heal him next!" yelled out Thalaa.
After Melarnie healed Gi'Thorr, she ran to Soril, only to be surprised that Soril is healing himself.
His wounds started to close as he laid sleeping, his bruises disappeared, and a few bones popped back into place.
"How is that…possible?" asked Melarnie.
"He has great magic inside of him, Melarnie, I cannot tell you what, but it be powerful," told Gi'Thorr.
"Hm, be careful, the Scourge do not forget enemies, you should hurry before more dead come this way," warned Melarnie.
"And where will you go?" asked Anveena.
"I'll be heading to Stormwind, and you?" asked Melarnie.
"To Lakeshire in the Redridge Mountains, and that is all we can tell you," answered Thalaa.
"Very well, may Elune shine upon you," said Melarnie in farewell.
"Thank you, may Elune shine on you as well," replied Thalaa.
After Melarnie and the others split to their own paths, Melarnie to Stormwind, and Soril's group gone down the path.
They finally found themselves at the bridge of Redridge, sighing with relief.
"Finally, we are gone from this awful forest!" sighed Anveena.
"Yeah, I am never coming back here again!" groaned Beez, "You will have to tie me by my ankles and force me to go back there, cause it will never happen!"
"Trust me, it will never happen again!" chuckled Soril, they then continued down the bridge to the next part of their journey….
PsykoReaper: Sorry for the delay, got writer's block…plus I am a little addicted to RPs at the Fanfiction Wikis.
Dark Angel: You RP too much!
PsykoReaper: Shaddup and walk!
Dark Angel: I can't walk, you tied my legs up!