Obsidian Dragonflight.
Part X: Adiemus.
"This sounds insane," Vereesa exclaimed after the Dragonflights had revealed their plan. "And it seems we're putting a lot of trust into this one plan, is there no other way?"
"No other weapon exists that can kill Deathwing, and time is not on our side," Nozdormu said quickly. "The more time that is wasted finding a new weapon, the more people that will die at Deathwing's hands."
"Killing him aside, how the hell do we draw him into the open?" Sylvanas asked. "I doubt he'll just show up because we ask nicely."
"We have a means of drawing his attention," Ysera said coldly. "Have all of Deathwing's lackeys been dispatched?"
"Ragnaros is back in the Elemental Plane, the Twilight's Hammer Bastion is a twisted ruin and the other Elemental Lords are more interested in keeping what they have, without us mortals ruining it." Jaina summarised.
"After they learnt that Ragnaros was banished by mortal hands, they quickly agreed to an uneasy peace," Thrall said, appearing from a portal behind the heroes.
Thrall was quickly joined by several other prominent figures, the racial leaders of the Azeroth Alliance.
"We do not enter their realms, and they will not harm our cities," Cairne smiled. "What of Deathwing?"
"We have a plan, we have a means to end him, and everything we need here, none of your cities will be harmed." Alexstrasza explained to the nine leaders. "But we ask that you prepare your armies for a greater challenge, while Uther and his companions end the Worldbreaker."
"What threat?" Varian asked.
"The Legion," Uther replied. "We have unconfirmed rumours that the Legion is returning, and further whispers of the Old Gods if Deathwing is allowed to continue."
"So we're damned either way," Magni snarled. "But I speak for all dwarves, when I say that we will not sit idly by as these evils rise. We will prepare our armies for war."
"I second that!" Mekkatorque piped up.
"What evidence is there for the Legion's return?" Tyrande asked.
Uther unsheathed Ashmourne and displayed it to the racial leaders, many of whom backed away.
"It says that they are coming, as well as a 'guest' in the vaults of the Temple," Uther stated. "Though we have no timeframe on when, I suspect that it will not be long until they return to sow chaos."
"You believe that thing?" Lor'themar asked quickly, his eyes fixed on the blade.
"Not remotely, and I did not believe that they would return so soon, but the appearance of our guest has forced me to reconsider." Uther sighed. "I will not say more about the visitor, but their presence does make the return of the Legion more likely than before."
"We will also make preparations for war, but we have our own problem to deal with at this time." Tyrande sighed.
"Illidan, Maiev told us about his escape." Sylvanas said quickly, when Tyrande seemed surprised that she knew. "What about the rest of you?"
Vol'jin and Cairne looked to Thrall, as Terenas and Lor'themar looked at each other.
"We will rally what allies we can," Terenas said after a slight pause. "The kingdom of Lordaeron will not shy away from such a threat."
"Stormwind fell to their menace once, it will not happen again." Varian said, moving to stand beside Terenas.
"The armies of Silvermoon will stand beside Lordaeron and Stormwind to defend the Eastern Kingdoms," Lor'themar said brightly. "Although our former prince will likely disagree strongly, we are best suited standing beside those we share the land with, not hiding away in Quel'thalas."
"We will not allow the Legion to destroy this world, as it destroyed Draenor," Thrall spoke up, with Vol'jin and Cairne behind him. "My people will avenge the mistake we made on Draenor and protect our new home from the same fate."
"Excellent," Alexstrasza applauded. "But this must be tabled for another time. Ready your armies, when the Legion comes we will stand together in defence of Azeroth, but for now the Worldbreaker must fall."
"We understand," Varian said sternly. "I have heard many stories of your heroism, and if anyone can end this monster, it is you Lightbringer."
"Thank you your majesty," Uther bowed, before Varian, Terenas, Lor'themar, Magni and Mekkatorque left through a portal to Stormwind that was summoned by Jaina.
"We shall also rally our peoples together, and continue to hunt the Betrayer before he can aid our enemy." Tyrande said calmly, though her anger was clear. "We know that the Legion still wishes to destroy my people for their defeat ten thousand years ago."
"We will stand at your side Uther, all you have to do is call upon us." Vol'jin smiled, as a portal to Darnassus opened behind them, and they all stepped through.
"Guards, could you please fetch our Obsidian guest, it's time to end this crisis." Alexstrasza called, and one of the Ruby Drakonid walked down the stairs in response.
"I presume this guest will draw Deathwing's ire?" Uther asked, sheathing Ashmourne.
"I certainly hope so; she has not stopped threatening us with her father's vengeance." Ysera sighed, as the Drakonids dragged out a familiar black haired Sin'dorei. "And given that she is one of Deathwing's last children, he'll have a connection to her, even if it's minimal."
"Nalice, the time has come for Deathwing to meet his end," Alexstrasza said coldly, as the Obsidian dragon was walked to the edge of the throne room.
"This will not be his end, it will be yours," Nalice laughed. "Why have you brought me from 'my' cell?"
"You must have a means of communicating with Deathwing, we want you to bring him here," Alexstrasza said calmly, ignoring the younger dragon's cheek. "Or will killing you send the message we wish to send?"
"How do you plan to end my father?" Nalice laughed, ignoring the queen's question.
"Summon Deathwing or die," Uther said through gritted teeth. "His allies are gone, your flight are essentially extinct, and there is no hope for Deathwing's machinations to succeed, bring him here, or die."
"Ah, the 'Lightbringer', it seems you are not as holy as the rumours say," Nalice laughed.
Sylvanas put a hand on his shoulder, he felt the Light permeate his body from her touch, which soothed his anger and made him smile.
"I still worship the Light, and it is clear to me that the only hope for Neltharion and your entire Dragonflight, is for the monstrosity known as Deathwing to die." Uther said calmly.
"I will not be bait for your failed trap, when it fails I shall be punished for betraying him!" Nalice spat at Alexstrasza.
"Then your death will have to suffice," The Dragon Queen said slowly, before unsheathing a dagger from her hip, and decapitating the obsidian dragon in mortal form with a single slash.
They felt the ground quake beneath them, and knew it had done the trick. As Nalice's beheaded corpse fell backwards off the Temple, the Dragonflight leaders and heroes gathered around the Dragon Queen.
"Apparently that did the trick, I'm not sure how." Sylvanas commented.
"It might be that he knows his kin are almost gone, Nalice was one of the last fully grown," Ysera suggested.
"Or our conversation earlier angered him, and he only retreated to rally his support." Uther suggested. "Nalice's execution may have just been well timed."
"We will not have long, Deathwing will bring everything he has left to bear on the Temple and its defenders," Alexstrasza said quickly. "Heroes prepare for the toughest fight of your lives. We shall rally our kin to defend the temple, as well as our secret weapon, let us hope it will be enough."
"What about the Dragon Soul?" Uther asked.
"I have adjusted it to be used as a weapon, hopefully," Kalecgos said, withdrawing the gold disc from his pocket. "I've connected it to the Focusing Iris from my father's domain; it should allow you to concentrate its power into a blast of pure energy."
"We have also poured more of our power into the Dragon Soul, making it more powerful than Deathwing will suspect," Ysera smiled. "We even managed to bind the power of the Obsidian Dragonflight into it; it is now powered by all five Dragonflights."
"We had a 'willing' volunteer," Nozdormu explained, his eyes looking where Nalice had been. "As willing as a prisoner of war can be."
"We entrust this weapon to you Uther," Alexstrasza said, taking it from Kalecgos and handing it to Uther. "The fate of Azeroth is now in your hands."
"No pressure then," Vereesa laughed nervously, as the southern sky began to darken.
Uther held the disc in his hands; for its size it was quite heavy, although he suspected that the weight of what was as stake, weighed it down more for him.
"He is coming," Onyxia said, her hazel eyes fixed on the dot that had appeared on the horizon.
"And it seems we were wrong to believe his allies were few in number," Ysera said solemnly, as more and more dots appeared around the central one. "This may be the end of the Obsidian Dragonflight."
"No… It will be the end of their corruption," Alexstrasza, standing beside her sister. "We have at least one hundred Obsidian eggs safe beneath the Temple, they will be born free from Deathwing's madness."
"We will need reinforcements to ensure our victory," Nozdormu informed them, Alexstrasza looked at one of the guards who nodded and walked away.
"They will come," she smiled. "They know what will happen if they do not aid us."
"Who?" Sylvanas asked.
"The Vrykul," Alexstrasza replied, as a horn sounded from somewhere further down the temple. "I… persuaded them to fight with us, promising them more glory than if they dared to oppose us."
"How did you persuade them? If I might ask." Uther asked.
"I wakened them from their slumber, and when their king tried to rally them under a different banner, I incinerated him." She smiled at the memory. "I believe they cried 'Hail the Queen of Fire', before I showed them what I really was."
"Did they not try to tame you?" Onyxia asked.
"No, they were too stunned by seeing their king turned to ash, and a strange woman transforming into a giant drake to think of opposing me." Alexstrasza laughed. "They will help us, or those I woke will join their king as ash."
"You think you can defeat me? The destroyer of the world? The herald of the end? The Worldbreaker?" Deathwing roared, flying closer and closer toward the Temple. "I will burn your allies to dust, your cities to ruin, this wretched world will break, and you will all die!"
"The final fight begins now," Alexstrasza roared; causing Ruby, Emerald, Bronze, and Azure dragons to take flight and surround the Temple, ready to meet the oncoming Obsidian and Twilight dragons that flanked Deathwing.
"May the Light give us strength," Uther breathed.