Soulless Reader: To the best of my knowledge (Fallen Angels novel and Lexicanum) the battle happened in Aldurukh, the name of the Fortress of the Dark Angels. Most likely the Tower of Angels is a specific tower in the fortress of Aldurukh.
The Lion of Azeroth
Chapter Two
Deathstalker Keydra surveyed the path. There were rumours of two Alliance paladins in the area and the Deathstalker intended to kill them for the glory of the Dark Lady. She had figured that this was the best place for an ambush, her and her fellow Forsaken were hidden in an abandoned watchtower just outside the human settlement of Southshore. "These Human scum will pay for trespassing on the territory of the Dark Lady" the Deathstalker thought to herself. Three figures appeared on the horizon. As the figures drew closer Keydra took a look at them to see what they were up against. First she saw a dwarf clad in plate armor, no real threat she thought. The second figure was another plate clad warrior, this time a human, again she thought nothing of it. She had slain many of their kind before, and these two should be no different. It was the third figure that made her nervous. It was a walking behemoth, clad in ornate armour never seen by her. Although she was quite sure he was human, he was many feet taller than the other human in the party. He was not armed, but she was quite sure he would be quite a threat to the ambush. A fellow Deathstalker, Ramiel, walked up to her. "Should we continue the ambush milady?" he inquired. She could sense the unease in his voice as he said this. All of here troops were quite nervous at the sight of this walking steam tank. Keydra decided to address her troops, "Soldiers of the Forsaken, hear me!" she whispered, "Today we prove to the Alliance that they cannot walk into our territories and take what ever they please. Some of you are nervous and I understand that. That walking behemoth with them looks powerful but it is most likely a slow lumbering brute. Today we prove our devotion to the Dark Lady and the Horde!" Keydra looked around at her troops, their spirits had greatly lifted and they were ready for the upcoming fight.
Keydra's troops had maintained iron discipline while waiting for the upcoming skirmish. She ordered her mage Mikhail to set up at the top of the tower, so he would have a good field of fire to rain hell down upon the humans. She had her four archers set up at the base of the tower, hiding behind the decrepit walls, along with the foot soldiers who would rush out after the first hail of arrows. The Alliance scum were close at hand, so Keydra ordered her archers and mage to be ready. When the Alliance pigs were within ten meters, they stopped and looked at the tower. Not wishing to lose the element of surprise Keydra ordered her archers and mage to open fire.
The first hail was not nearly as devastating as Keydra had wished. The two paladins raised their shields when they heard the twang of the bows and the arrows bounced harmlessly off them. However, Mikhail unleashed a giant ball of flame at the treacherous Alliance and turned the human paladin into a charred husk of the man, leaving only the sword and a pile of ash where he once stood. The armoured behemoth then reached down and grabbed the sword of the fallen paladin and unleashed a howling war cry of "FOR THE EMPEROR!" The behemoth raced towards them, covering a gigantic amount of ground in an extremely short time, and Keydra was full of fear, something very uncommon for the Forsaken. She then saw something to lift her spirits, a giant fire ball blazing towards the lumbering armoured figure. The fire ball hit the figure and erupted into a giant inferno. "Surely nothing could survive that" thought Keydra, but she was wrong. The Lion burst from the blaze and cut down two of the skirmishers in a single powerful blow. Deathstalker Ramiel rushed towards the man sword lifted above his head. The behemoth simply punched the Deathstalker before he could even lower his sword. As the black armour-clad giant withdrew his fist, it was covered in coagulated gore, and Ramiel had a moment of horror as he realised there was now a fist sized hole where his chest had once been. The Deathstalker's lifeless form dropped to the ground and that was what broke the moral of the Forsaken. They attempted to run away, but the giant cut them all down with broad strokes of his sword, splattering the area with gore.
Turglynn looked on in awe as he witnessed the whirlwind of fury which called itself Lion El'Jonson. He had never seen a fighting force as formidable as this man, or as crazy as him, willing to run into the ranks of the Forsaken by himself with reckless abandon. As he was still trying to close the distance to the Forsaken, Turglynn saw that half of the undead monstrosities were already lying on the ground, either slashed into pieces by the sword of his fallen friend, or they were more sloppily torn to pieces by the immense strength of this being.
As the Forsaken broke rank and ran, Jonson began to cut them down mercilessly, the foul beings having no place on this human world. Although none could match him in combat, one managed to escape his reach as the wretch fled the battle. As he went to give chase, decided to allow the dwarf some bit of honour and glory in the battle, and also wished to size of the martial prowess of his companion. As he looked into the distance, he saw the dwarf paladin throw what appeared to be a hammer made out of pure lightning at the running adversary. The hammer hit the Forsaken square in between the shoulder blades causing it to drop.
Turglynn walked towards Jonson, trembling. He had never heard of anyone going into a fray like that and living to tell the tale, but in front of him was living proof that it was possible. The only thing he was able to think of that was able to put up that much of a fight was the demon crazed Orcs. He was in his thirties when the Orcs attempted to attack Ironforge and he saw the havoc they could unleash, but even in the throes of their bloodlust, they paled in comparison to the man, if he was a man at all.
Lion El'Jonson approached the dwarven paladin. "What were those things?" Jonson asked, clearly disgusted by their appearance. "Those were the Forsaken, undead abominations who wish for nothing but the death of the living. They used to be noble humans of the Kingdom of Lordaeron but after Prince Arthas betrayed his father, King Terenas, all the humans of Lordaeron were consumed by the undead Scourge. With the weakening of the Lich King, some were able to break free and start their nation of Forsaken, a mockery of the former glory of Lordaeron." Turglynn replied, giving as quick of a response as possible. The Lion growled clearly angered by this explanation, "There is nothing worse than the traitor, where I am from a horrible traitor managed to cripple my father and caused the deaths of many of my brothers. All they deserve is death." The dwarf stated, "Alas, we finally killed the vile traitor Arthas though, in his fortress of Icecrown Citadel. I was there when he fell, but it was a shallow victory. Lord Fordring himself fell to the might of the traitor prince before he was finally taken down." The Lion was dumbstruck. How much of what happened on this world mirrored what happened to the Imperium of Man!
Turglynn the turned his attention to the corpse of his friend, and sorrow struck him like a hammer to the chest. Although Mathias was many years his younger in age, they still formed a very strong friendship, and now all that was gone, taken by some Forsaken swine. The Lion approached him, a grim look on his face, "In the short time I knew Mathias with the conversation we had, I knew he was a good man. There is no greater honour for a man to fall in the defense of his comrades." Turglynn felt a sense of relief wash over him. If this man thought that Mathias was a good man, what more was there to be desired? "Southshore is just a small ways away", said Turglynn, "we can get a shovel there and give Dmytrow a proper burial." With that being said, Jonson went over and gingerly picked up Mathias' corpse, cradling it in his massive, armor-clad arms. The rest of the trip to Southshore was uneventful, and when they arrived they asked one of the farmers who were out in their field working for a shovel. The farmer quickly ran inside and got one, most likely out of fear of the armoured behemoth behind him. They dug a grave and laid Mathias to rest under a great tree looking over the ocean. Turglynn gave a prayer to the Light and heard Jonson say some sort of Litany in a language he could not understand.