Conquest of the Horde

The woman groans under the covers, a coughing fit thrusting itself onto the elf. She brings a hand to cover her mouth until it passes, her fel green eyes blinking through the night. A quick glance over to her side showed another Sin'dorei woman, curled up in a ball. A faint smile was under the blindfold that shielded her eyes, blissful to Tana's movements. "Wasn't bad... For a blind girl," Tana muttered to herself softly, wincing as a hand shoots to her chest once more. "Shit.." she gasped, stumbling over to where her clothes were scattered throughout the floor.

Where is it? I need it.. Give it to me... Tana began to dig through one of the pockets in her pants, frowning as her fingers wrap themselves around a syringe. "What the Fel are you doing?" Tana thought to herself, as she walked over to a dresser.

Do it.. What are you waiting for? I -need- it!! Tana groans again, bracing herself aganist the wooden dresser with her free hand as her stomach growled. "No, damnit.. That fucking orc said not to-" NOW. I NEED IT NOW!!!

Tana sets the syringe onto the dresser, panting now as she opened a drawer. She picked out a red bed-room robe, and slipped into each sleeve, fitting the cloth belt around her waist to secure it together. "No, I need to get out of here." she argued with herself in her mind. She turned away for a brief moment, before whipping around to snatch the syringe.
YOU FOOL! DO NOT LEAVE IT!


Tana exhaled sharply, now facing the doorway. She began to walk out of the building, however, she pauses at the frame. She glances over her shoulder to the sleeping woman, frowning. ".. She did save my ass. Twice. Wouldn't be fair to just leave her again..-"
SHUT UP! JUST STICK IT IN!

Tana groans, her right hand twitching as the syringe flicks upward between her fingers. Her hand begun to shake, her shoulders joining the vibration. "It'll f**k me up.. That orc sa-"

NOW! I NEED IT!

Tana gasped as she drove the needle through the crimson robe, into her forearm. Her thumb slowly pushes downward to releases the contents into her system. Tana shuddered, slipping aganist the doorway as her eyes flutter. She slid aganist the wood trim, until she slumped into a pile on the cold floor.

There.. You see? All better...

The air itself whined as large axe slammed into the bark of a tree, bits and pieces flying in all directions. The war-scarred green orc let out a fierce roar, his shout followed by spit and blood. The calm, green, peaceful Ashenvale forest was disturbed by war.

A dark colored bear had just leaped out of the way of the orc's weapon, growling lowly as he circled around. Blood trickled down his back and into his tattoos, where he wasn't fast enough to dodge. Rogg ripped his worn axe out of the tree, spinning around to face his enemy. Blood lust was in his eyes, as he rushes towards the bear in alarming speed. The orc throws both of his axes into the animal, one cleaving into a shoulder as the other sunk into the glass floor. The bear howls, standing up on two paws to swipe at the orc. Weaponless, Rogg had little to defend himself with besides his massive arms. The sharp claws dig into the orc's forearms, causing him to emit a agonizing yelp. The bear pushes off Rogg, shuffling back as it slowly transforms into a Kaldorei male.

Compared to the orc, he was taller, leaner, much more muscle tone than the elder green skin. A true druid of the Claw. Dalar rips the axe out of his shoulder, panting as he wiped away sweat and blood from the wound. His amber eyes flick towards Rogg once more. The orc was charging blindly at him again. Dalar raised a hand to the ground before the orc, clenching his fingers into a fist as Rogg took the first step into the area. Vines and thorns quickly encircle the Rogg, who fails his arms about as he attempts to fight back. Dalar silently stands, staring at the orc with judgment in his eyes. Dalar's own blood trickles down to the ground as he steps forward. The vegetation was engulfing the helpless orc, restricting his usage of all limbs. The vines began to wrap around his throat, choking him.

Dalar stood only a foot away, looking down into his eyes. "Finish it," Rogg gasped, "Leave me my honor."

The Kaldorei nods faintly, as he waves his hands. The vines twist and snap the orc's neck, retreating back into their original position. Rogg falls limply to the ground, face resting aganist the dirt. "As your race takes.. You shall give back.." the Night Elf mutters, shifting back into his bear form. "And by Elune, I shall take what is require."


Yes, Rogg is dead. I don't have any plans of reviving him. Yay for realism war!

Krian's heart thumped rapidly in his chest, as his sword cleaved down into a ghoul's skull. The flesh and bone buckled and cracked as the blade split its head into halves. The undead corpse fell the ground, adding among the pile that had begun to clutter around the group of Blood Knights.

"Hold your ground! Those plagued bastards are retreating!"

The Master Blood Knight waved her sword in the air in victory, as the remaining undead crawled and limped themselves away. Krian and the other two scanned the area for any other undead. The pair of adapts were brothers, twin even. They were both normal build, fresh from training. This was their second trip into the Ghostlands, but they were holding up rather well. Tundin and Bailon Skysoar were their names, clad in leather-mail armor, the Blood Knight's tabard slung proudly over their chest.

Their commanding officer was Shara Brightwing, veteran of the order. Was even in the battle for reclaiming the Sunwell from the traitor Prince. She was muscled and fit, scars covering parts of her body. If one cared, Shara had a nice figure, getting past all the plate armor was the challenging aspect of it.

Krian had other things on his mind besides fiery women and undead. He exhaled greatly, lowering his stance. "No sign of the enemy." he said through his panting breath.

The twins both grinned at each other, and brought their swords together in a friendly clash. "Alright! Kicked their asses we did!"

Bailon chuckled, shaking his head as he lowers his weapon. "Yeah, but now we got clean up duty." He mumbles the last part of it, his eyes gazing over the fallen undead. Shara sheathes her blade into its proper location, raising a hand to one of the corpses. Light gathered into the palm of her hand briefly before a bolt of the energies slung itself to the undead. It lit the body ablaze with smiting fire, turning it into ashes. "Get to it." she snapped.

The Blood Knights went about their task, as a lone figure watched from the cover of a corrupted tree. He had started to progress closer and closer during the fight, and had stopped at this location. His armor was cracked and scarred, dark engravings were drawn into the Saronite metal. A hood covered the head, but blue eyes and a mist were visible from the opening. The rune blade held in his hand started to glow green as he stepped out from behind the tree, and marched to the four Blood Knights standing in the fallen ghoul pile.

Falin Duskbinder shoved his blade into the ground, as dark violet energies raced to the remaining corpses. They sprung to live to the dismay of the Blood Knights. "Draw swords! Draw swords!" commanded the Master Blood Knight, as she curb stomped one of the risen ghouls before it could stand.

Krian let out a yelp as a ghoul sunk its teeth into his plated legs, forcing the metal to bend into his flesh. He lashed out with his shield, beating the undead away. A scream was heard from the twins as Tundin was overwhelmed by a pair of ghouls. "LIGHT! NO! S-STOP!.. S-S-STOP!!" he cried, as the undead started to feast upon his body. "Tunnie!" Bailon bellowed, firing off rounds of smiting Light at the ghouls that mauled his twin brother.

Krian finally broke free of his attacker's grasp, stepping back to launch the head of the undead corpse with his plated foot. Shara had just took down her two attackers when Falin rushed towards her. Her back was turned away, Krian only had time to shout out, "Behind y-!"

Her eyes widen as the rune blade pierced through her plated torso. The ice which covered the metal begins to expand around the wound created, icing over Shara's armor. She screams in agony, attempting to wiggle off the sword. Falin wraps a plated gauntlet around the back of her neck, swiftly kicking her off his weapon. The Master Blood Knight slips off with a sickening sound, limply falling to the ground. A blood of crimson liquid soon appears from under her.

Krian spat out a wad of blood from his mouth, glaring at Falin. "You.. You.. -Fucker-!" he shouted, rushing towards the Death Knight. Falin exhaled a cloud of mist from his mouth, raising his rune blade like a baseball bat. Krian thrusts his shield towards the Death Knight, gaining speed as he leaps for the assault. However, he is met by the blunt side of Falin's sword. The impact to his shoulder completely sends Krian off balance, the Blood Knight flailing his arms before crashing down into the earth. He gasped as the wind was knocked out of him. Falin turns his gaze to the twin brothers.

By the time Bailon had purged the ghouls, Tundin was bloodied mess. His entire chest was nearly ripped off and blood was everywhere. Bailon knelt over his brother, tears streaming down his eyes as he holds Tundin's hands with his. "Brother! Stay with me! We can revive you!.. D-Don't go.."

Falin began to walk towards the pair, silently raising his rune sword. Tundin gurgled, his eyes screaming alarm and danger as Falin came into sight. Bailon trembled, slowly looking over his shoulder to stare at a Saronite belt. Falin thrusts his blade into Bailon, carving its way through his torso, and going all the way into Tundin's open chest. The sword rests when it digs shallowly into the ground. Both the brothers were now forced upon each other, their blood mixing with sweat and dirt. They both look at each other with empty eyes as their final breath escapes them.

Krian stumbles to find his way up right, blinking rapidly as he attempts to focus his eyesight. A rush of shadow energies, and he is flying through the air. Falin grips his hand towards himself, sending the hapless Blood Knight in his direction. Ice began to form on Falin's forehead as Krian cannoned to him. Both their heads connect.

Thud.

Blackness.

Void.

Silence.

"... Now to see.. If you can bare my curse.. Brother."

((Spoiler:
Everyone dies.))

The only thing visible in the room was the glow of two sparkling green orbs that peered down into a note-book. Laid upon a bed, Melissa studied the strange markings on the paper, her head tilted slightly. The demonic ritual was foreign to her, at some angles she would think that she finally understood, only to be thrown off by a seemingly stray mark.

She sighed, setting it beside her in dismay. Melissa brings up her right finger to rub the same-side temple. "What a day.." she murmured, shifting on her bed. In the local inn, the drunks have all piled into the spare beds to recover from their late night drinking. One snored.

Thoughts trickled to the trip to Dalaran, an overwhelming experience to say the least. It's been years since she had last visited there, not since the Third War. Good and bad memories laid there, and she couldn't figure out which one overcame the other.

Her mentor, Astia, had brought her there. While Melissa was pleased by being able to see the grand city again, her mentor's friends were.. Different. Melissa closed her eyes, a faint frown upon her face. One was a human, long black hair, tanned body... Freckles. An ape lady who would most likely kill her if they weren't in a safe zone.

Another was a Draenei. It was the first time she was actually up close to one, and saw how she acted. She had Sin'dorei 'friend' who was also female, and they didn't hide the fact of it all. That's what puzzled Melissa the most, such an odd relationship to flash around, -and- the Sin'dorei woman was engaged to someone else! It wasn't the fact that they were two women, no. Melissa had attempted to try it with another Sin'dorei but, the lady was too quick to seek other worldly pleasures from her. Melissa ended up cutting it off.

She shakes her head faintly, rolling over so that she was onto her back. She stared upward towards the ceiling, images of her ex-fiance flashes through her brain. They were happy together, in Dalaran, both studying arcane. They were happy, until Melissa could no longer gain her foster-parent's fortune because they disown her for studying Fel. Then he up and left her since she no longer had money.

Tears threatened her eyes, in which they closed in self-defense. She shook away the pictures, now glancing back to the note-book with the strange rune upon it. "... I'll show them."

The slender woman almost walked with a spring in her step. She had been preparing the location for two days, making sure it was secure less anyone stumbles upon it or if the worst occurs, well. She didn't want to think about that.

The area for the ritual was the northern tip of Eversong Woods, upon Sunstrider Isle. The orcish ritual runes have been drawn up the day before, and remained undisturbed. Melissa holds a ragged sack between her arms, humming faintly to herself as she closes in. The waves bash aganist the shore softly, the sun beginning to set. She dumps the bag onto the middle of the rune circle, nodding in approval. "Okay.. That's the bait.. Then.. Just to open it up and see what happens.."

Rubbing her hands together, she eases down onto both knees so that she rested partly away from the edge of the rune. She exhales slowly, placing the palms of her hands onto the fine lining just instead the first row of symbols. Her hands light up with an emerald flame as they burn into the chalk marks, changing them into the color akin to the Fel flames that burn from her hands. Melissa's eyes suddenly widen once the rune was fully ablaze, screaming as her hands begin to become effected by her own fel fire. She attempts to pull away from the rune, but it seems to hold her down. The sack in the middle is completely disintegrated, causing a dark rift to open in its wake. Mad cackling soon follows, as three imps charge through the small opening. They howl and cheer, congratulating each other with devilish grins. Even more sinister figures seem to edge the portal, but it appears too small.

Melissa screams louder as the imps came into sight, causing them to peer over their would-be master. They chuckle, one conjuring flames of his own. "Oooh! Pretty lady! Look better if she was crispy!"

The elven woman cries out as the flames finally let go of her severly burned hands, however, it doesn't stop the fel-bolt to the chest. She wails in pain, falling to the ground as the imps' laughter echos throughout the area. They dance around the fallen woman, firing off a ball of fire every now and then to keep her down. Her robes caught flame by the third spell, burning up what cloth remained. Melissa's screams and yells soon came to a halt, as the flames seemingly begin to collect into her own burnt hands. The imps pause in their victory dance, tilting their heads at their prey. The woman shoots up a piercing glare towards the imp directly in front of her, resulting in him gulping. "Eeerrm... You suppose to die!"

Her hand thrusts out towards the small demon, a wave of fire bigger than him washes over the imp. His demonic cries were quickly snuffed out as his body disappears. The other two demons looked at each other, then back towards the warlock. More fire bolts form in their hands as they attempt to beat down the enraged woman. The fires blast her disfigured body, but they remain there, almost acting like a second skin. Suddenly, the fires shoot out in an explosion, a powerful blast engulfs the two remaining demons. They too joined their brother's fate as their bodies were banished to the Twisting Nether.


Melissa's body looked as if it went through a house fire. The robes, or what's left of them, were melted to her flesh. Parts of it were blacken, others were sliding off the muscle tissue. Mustering all the strength left in her body, Melissa weakly grasps a healthstone that fell out of the previously existing wrist-strap. A faint squeeze, and fel energies wash over her body, healing just enough so that the flesh would remain intact. Stable and alive for now, the woman closes her eyes shut as the last drops of energy escape her, sending her into unconsciousness.