Chapters Aldorose, Brewmaster, Lorewalker, and some time Ashen Verdict member, woke with a splitting headache. This was nothing special, being a brewmaster, but nonetheless it still hurt. The human groaned as he leaned up, not sure where'd he find himself. Maybe Ironforge, that would explain the headache, and the marble columns. He made a mental note to scratch that, as he realized there were windows allowing light into the building. Maybe it was Stormwind, in the cathedral, in which case he would be in loads of trouble, both with the authorities and his own brother, who happened to be quite fond of cathedrals, or churches for that matter.
He made another mental note when he realized what the stained glass depicted, which utterly confused the man, as it happened to be colored horses. Not just any kind, but winged ones, horned ones, and simple yet brightly colored normal horses. Maybe it was a secluded, deranged cult that worshiped ponies. Would still have more premise than the Twilight's Hammer. As his senses began to return more, he noticed he was in a long room, large doors on one end, and two ornate thrones on the other. The floor was marble, with a few small cracks under where Aldorose had landed, he noted indicating he had fallen fairly hard.
He was still midway through thinking of possibilities when he heard the doors at the end of the hall open, and, in the non-stealthy fashion he was used to, he simply looked and stared, squinting as his mind was still slightly numb. He was dumbfounded, which was rare for one in his line of work, when it was a tall, ivory horse who happened to be the one walking through. The horse had both wings and a horn, strikingly similar to one of the depicted equestrians in the windows. She, as Aldorose could guess from her voice, seemed oblivious to his presence as she entered, as there was a heavily armored unicorn beside her, conversing with a deep voice. It only occurred to Aldorose later that it was strange horses were talking.
As they walked, or cantered, rather, towards the throne, the monks senses didn't quite kick in fast enough, as the thought to hide came just after he realized the unicorn had noticed him.
"Ahem," the horned horse commented to his apparent superior, whom appeared lost in thought. "Princess, we appear to have an early visitor. One of, uh, strange tidings." The tall ivory equestrian turned her head, an eyebrow raised, as she finally noticed the monk. Her eyes widened as she recognized the stature, and her voice became a slight tone more commanding as she responded to he assistant.
"Inform Luna at once. We have something here that most certainly does not belong."
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Luna happened to already know of things that didn't belong, as there were two of them shouting at each other in her room. Her patience had taken backseat to her curiosity, however, as these were no two average nobles arguing over pudding, but rather two heavily armed and armored humanoids in an all out shouting match over things incomprehensible. One, which appeared a slight bit taller, was coated in golden armor, a shield over his back and a hammer sheathed on his belt, was pointing out things wrong with his counterpart, a bulkier, yet still tall, blue-armored man, was pointing out things wrong with the situation, with a voice coated with enchantment.
"In case you haven't noticed, we're arguing in an occupied room!" Yelled the latter.
"Oh, your human mind actually notices things besides yourself? Or perhaps it's the light case of death you seem to have gone through!" Retorted the former.
"You're one to talk about humility, elf, as I recall half your race can't fight as their too busy checking their reflection!" Came the response. The two seemed to argue for awhile, and had no end in sight, even as Captain Permafrost walked through the door and stared. He walked over to Luna, who happened to be watching from her bed, completely ignored by the two aliens.
"I see you already know of our 'visitors', milady?" He asked.
"Of course. I assume your presence means that there are more, Captain?" Luna confirmed.
"Aye, Princess. One. Princess Celestia is bringing him over as we speak. Might I ask if you know how they got here?" The unicorn answered.
"I know not. I was awake, brushing my mane, and suddenly they were just there, on the floor. They both got up and began fighting almost instantly, but that seemed to end in a stalemate. They promptly began shouting at each other, at which point I casted a dampening spell around the room to avoid their presence being revealed. It has been like this since." She summarized, not taking her eyes off of the two buffoons of warriors in the middle of the room.
"I could take the elf, madam, but that would just get blood on the walls." The blue behemoth turned and said.
"The only thing you would get on the walls is your undead human filth, death knight." The elf retorted.
"Shut it, paladin."
"Are you two quite done?" Luna interjected. The elf huffed and the human shrugged, but otherwise they looked at the princess as if waiting for orders. At this point, the door opened once more, this time with Celestia cantering through, a robed humanoid behind her.
"Aldorose?! What the hell are you doin' here?!" The other human exclaimed as he noticed the latter of the new arrivals, striding over to meet him.
"Arvenell? I'd ask you the same, brother. Last I heard you were out with that night elf 'hunting' in Pandaria." The monk chuckled, hugging the armored behemoth as he chuckled. Celestia, for her part, had a shocked expression on her face, as Luna strode over to her side, Permafrost following.
"Well, sister, I'd say we have a problem, but I see this as an adequate time to see how those outside our planet act." Luna asked, an adventurous tone in he voice and a slightly cocksure smile on her face.
"If that is how you see it, Luna, then I'll leave them in your care. I, for one, will not stand them in the castle nor the country if they begin to kill one another. The media will hear of it an we'll never hear the end of it. Not to mention that cleaning day was yesterday, and the staff are quite content with shining walls and spotless floors." Celestia relented. "Captain Permafrost. I want you to put the guard on full alert, these three may not be the on-"
Celestia was cut off as an explosion sounded from elsewhere in the castle, muffled yet still definite. Permafrost coughed, dread in his voice for the job to come.
"Any ideas on how to go at this, Princess?"
Luna was the one to answer, as the elf and the humans had began to resort to insults, and she had once more focused on them.
"Improvise."
Author's Note
So. This old thing again. Some characters are returning, others are changed, and a few are outright newly added. Buckle up kids. This fic's gonna be a ride.
Demonology for Fun and Profit
Captain Permafrost arrived in the scene of miniature war zone. The dining hall was utterly trashed, the table was split, on end flipped over and the other thrown against the wall opposite. In the middle of the havoc was a decayed, robed, decrepit THING as best he could tell, and he appeared to be throwing waves of fire at seemingly random. Beside the decayed humanoid stood a squat, green creature, which seemed to be reveling in the chaos and even joining in by flinging fireballs across the room. The icing on the cake, however, was the stone and flame behemoth, appearing as a group of green-grey stones held loosely together by green fire. The massive being was tromping around the room, slamming the ground with what the Captain could only guess were the ends of its upper appendages.
As Permafrost silently watched, he began to see a method to the robed thing's madness. A tall, slender, violet skinned being was barely visible as it dodged every attack made with a kind of grace a pegasus would be jealous of. A feminine shout of joy seemed to escape the beings lips as the fiery colossus missed her by less than an inch, seemingly overjoyed by the fact she was so close to danger.
"C'mon, warlock, two demons out and you still can't hit me!" She shouted mockingly, getting a frustrated yell from the fire throwing lunatic.
"Stand still, damn elf! You can't evade me forever, so you'd best meet your end now before I tire of this game!" He shouted, voice raspy and filled with anger. At this point, Permafrost had had nearly enough of the two, having learned full well what Princess Luna had gone through with the two who had appeared in her room. Before he stepped forward, however, the fire made demon seemed to grow unstable, collapsing on itself before exploding. The elf gave a triumphant shout as she seemed to disappear for half a second before reappearing above the undead spell caster, dropping her fist down to a punch to the warlock squarely in the back of the head, knocking the crazed summoner out cold. The elf stood above the warlock, hands on her hips as she clicked her tongue down at the defeated warlock, before turning to Captain Permafrost with a smile.
"Hey there. Sorry about the mess, warlocks are simply impossible to reason with. Now then, where mi-" She was cut off as she was thrown to the floor, having received a blow from behind my a purplish-black blob. It seemed to lunge at the fallen elf, claw raised to deliver yet another blow, when it was blown back, frozen, against the wall behind it. The fallen rogue was already back on her feet, one sword drawn and the other halfway out of its sheath, when she stopped mid motion, not expecting such effective assistance. She turned to thank the pony when she noticed how ragged he looked after the spell. Permafrost was shivering, his breath visible like he was struck by some kind of cold, which was awkward for the elf, as the air was quite warm, even slightly humid. She approached the unicorn, leaning over a bit to support him. "Hey. Mini horse. Don't go dying on me here. I don't even know your name."
Permafrost shrugged her off, taking a deep breath as he steadied himself. "Permafrost. And miss, dying is not on the schedule."
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"Of all the races in Azeroth, I must be stuck with two HUMANS." Velian complained.
"You're kidding, right? You're done nothing but whine since you got here, elf." Arvenell retorted.
"You two are arguing like children." Aldorose interjected. This was a recurring theme, Luna observed, as an insult would be made by either the death knight or paladin, the other would make a remark in turn, and the monk, who happened to have taken residence on the outdoor terrace, would insult both while meditating. Luna herself had preferred to stay silent, as Celestia had removed herself quite early, just after Captain Permafrost had left. Soon after the arguing had begun once more, and Luna was growing bored with the cycle. The explosion noises had ceased, which made her hope that the Captain was returning with more aliens. She was not disappointed. As Permafrost cantered through the door, what followed him could be called weird in the very least. A violet skinned humanoid, taller than the others, was carrying what looked to be a loosely held together corpse over her shoulder, and dragging a frozen purple blob in tow. Permafrost gave a curt bow to Luna before leaving, obviously tired from the confrontation.
"Arvenell? Wow. That's surprising. Not as much as a blood elf alive, I suppose, but still, not the craziest thing. Neat seein' your brother here too, I guess. Hey Al! So, I take it you've got a bit more knowledge on this place?" The newcomer asked as soon as the door was closed, already having dropped the warlock and his minion as she bounced over beside the heavily armored human. Velian simply stood slack jawed, Luna's eyes had widened, her mind having memories of a certain pink mare, and after a moment, Arvenell just burst out laughing.
"Ah, Lyunah, of all the night elves to get here, fate seems to have chosen the most fun." The death knight said finally.
"Nice to see you too, Lyunah." Aldorose called over from his spot on the terrace. Lyunah herself chuckled, then turned to Princess Luna, a serious look now on her face.
"So, I take it you're Luna? Captain Frosty told me a little bit about you and your big sister on the way. So, if you don't mind me asking, why can't he use magic without looking like he'll pass out?" She inquired, an eyebrow raised. All three foreigners (unconscious warlock not included.) look from Lyunah to Luna, eyebrows raised. Luna simply sighed, a frown on her face. It was a silent minute before she responded, a twinge of pity in her voice.
"Night elf, you have been here less than a few minutes, and you have already asked too many questions."
Author's Note
Oh look, ominous sub-plot. Don't worry, I won't get too sappy with it. As there is a distinct lack of Horde, next chapter expect a few more of them. Enjoy.
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I don't recall saying I was going to."
"Listen, tauren, I ain't taggin' along with ya because yer nice, so how 'bout ya go ahead an' tell me where the bloody 'ell we are?" Burgon Ironkeg tried again.
"Your mouth seems larger than your height, dwarf." Morik responded.
"You shut 'yer mouth, orc, 'fore I do it for ya!" The dwarf retorted.
"You two are acting as if you were children arguing over a toy." Fraln Windhoof interjected, a hint of irritation in her voice as she led the trio through the forest they had all seemed to appear in. Fraln had found the dwarf first, stuck in a large tree by his ankle, which was strange as the then-drunken warrior was in full plate armor. They had gotten along well enough, despite the dwarf's big mouth. They had found the orc, or rather he had found them, shortly after when Burgon had an arrow bounce off of his helmet. After a little diplomacy on Fraln's part, the trio had set off, seemingly in no direction, arguing all the while.
"If I knew I would be happy to share. This earth is different than that of Azeroth, laced with more magic than Outland, even. The elements seem kind enough, however." The tauren woman responded calmly.
"Well why didn't ya say that in the first place?" The dwarf responded with casual annoyance.
"Perhaps she thought it would go over your head!" The orc chuckled with a mildly obnoxious laugh.
"What seems to have gone over both of your heads is that we're speaking the same language." Fraln cut in, silencing both of her companions. There seemed to be a good number of minutes before anyone spoke again as they walked, the dwarf being the one to break the silence.
"Somethin' ain't right 'ere. It's too cold. Even fer 'ere." Were the words, and as he spoke the three stopped walking and stood.
"He's right. Even I can feel the cold." Morik confirmed, seriousness having replaced his earlier joking attitude. Fraln just nodded, as there was nothing to really say. The cold was unnatural, though. And it had a source. A nearby source.
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"Hmph, enough magic here to allow the minor portal, a little bit more for the resurrection, hmmm, I always have those two Knights to call on, should things go bad, unfortunate I can't contact the Master from here, but I suppose the Nerubian shall have to do. He'll be happy to have a new place to conquer, some good stress relief, perhaps. Dying seems to have only made him stronger last time. But then again, I'm getting ahead of myself. Aren't I, Mr. Bigglesworth?" Kel'thuzad, greatest Lich ever known, spoke primarily to himself as he stroked the chin of his prized cat. He had awakened on the edge of a forest, a fairly large village in the distance. His phylactery had landed on some strange new world, as he had planned. The ornate jar was indestructible due to months of spells placed on it, and it could only be opened by Kel'thuzad himself.
He had various materials on his 'body', more than needed for the three spells he had planned. With the soon to be conquest he would have even more materials and minions. It would be a recurring of the scourge on a different world, with the same outcome. Atleast, that's what the lich hoped. Things all depended on the local populace, which seemed more primitive than the races of Azeroth, but nonetheless he wanted to be sure, which is where the Crypt Lord came in. A great mind needed some good muscle, of course, especially when that great mind had no real muscle of his own. Kel'thuzad chuckled a little at the thought, then cleared his mind and spread his skeletal hands, drawing magical energies from the world itself. Unlike Azeroth the soil was saturated with magic, just waiting to be taken.
...
"Well then, I hate to state the obvious, but that doesn't appear good." Fraln whispered to her companions, the three having just found the small clearing where the lich was beginning his spell.
"Worse than ya' think. I know that lich. That there is Kel'thuzad. Me 'n a raiding party killed 'im in Naxxramas, 'anded his jar over to the Crusade. 'Ow the 'ell he got 'ere is a dreadful wonder." Burgon whispered back.
"Hm, despite the fact one Horde member easily equals three of that of the Alliance, I'd say we stay away from that monstrosity." Morik said, stroking his chin. His demeanor was that of a commanding officer, his eyes narrowed at the undead sorcerer before them. "There is a town nearby. No doubt he means to attack it with whatever spell he is preparing. It would be best to warn them and assist in defending."
Both Fraln and Burgon stared at the dwarf, wide eyed, shocked at the hunter's speedy changes in demeanor. They both nodded and began to tiptoe away, staying just out of sight of the lich in case the necromancer could still see them. Within a few minutes the trio was in an all out sprint towards the village, unaware that Kel'thuzad was well aware of their plan. He had already adapted his own to counter them, and was halfway done with the summoning when the three had entered the town.
...
Rarity had just opened the door to walk outside when three two legged creatures sped past. She looked and gawked at the newcomers, one short, one green, and one seemed to be a cow standing upon its hind legs. They seemed out of breath as they reached the middle of Ponyville, the short one seemed to be speaking between breaths.
"Friggin', ugh, friggin' runnin' about, ho, and we're in a town full-a 'horses?" Burgon commented as he doubled over, huffing from the sprint.
"I'm beginning to see a hole in this plan, Morik." Fraln noted as she scanned to crowd that was gathering. Morik ignored her for the time being.
"Miniature horses! Your world is besieged by the foul undead Scourge! The time has come to arm yourselves against these decrepit monstrosities! Mount you defenses, for a great battle is soon to take place!" The orc yelled at the top of his lungs, which was quite impressive after so long a run. The crowd seemed to simply stare silently for a moment, before one pony screamed and ran off. This seemed to light a fuse, as most did the same. A few of the Equestrians remained, a trio of regular ponies of yellow, orange, and red colors, a cyan pegasus with a multicolored mane, and a quite annoyed looking white unicorn with a dark purple mane.
"I told you." Fraln sighed, panic echoing in the distance.
"You three must be new around here. Since Ponyville doesn't really have that many 'defenses', even if you're telling the truth, weirdos." The pegasus commented.
"No..... defenses?" Morik asked, a shocked look on his face as he did.
"Well, we have one kind, but that would take quite a bit of time to arr-" The unicorn began to respond before being cut off by the yell of an immensely deep and ancient voice. One that silenced the panicked screams in the distance. One that seemed to make the very air stand still with dread.
"PUNY MORTALS. THE MIGHT OF NERUB HAS COME, AND THE SHADOW OF THE SCOURGE SHALL ECLIPSE THIS LAND OF LIFE."
...
Meanwhile, a few miles away in Canterlot, in a silent room filled with an Indigo alicorn, a Forsaken warlock, a Night Elf rogue, a Blood elf paladin, and two Human brothers, one a monk, one a death knight, the silence, which had settled just a few moments earlier due to the rogue, was broken by the death knight.
"Things just got worse. Tremendously worse. We need to get out there. N-" The human was cut off as his eyes widened and he snapped to attention. The others in the room just watched as he walked out onto the balcony. The cried out and jumped for him when he climbed up onto the railing. The monk and the rogue both stood in shock as the death knight jumped from his perch, towards the ground at least 60 feet below.
Author's Note
Suddenly the story becomes serious. Apologies for the hiatus, a few things popped up within the schedule, so time has been restricted. Hope you enjoy.
Anub'arak was having a fairly nice day. The sun wasn't too bright, the wind had just the right kind of chill in it, and he happened to no longer be dead. The colossal creature was the symbol of Nerubian might, standing around 18 feet tall, on four massive armored limbs, scythe like talons on the limbs on his sides, and massive armor chitin covering nearly every part of his body beside his face. His ancient eyes squinted at the new world he had been summoned to, and his muscles had already resorted to their only mildly taut stance, which was a good degree below that of the case of rigor mortis he had awoken to. The lich, whom he remembered as Kel'Thuzad, was babbling about on how things had happened since the Underking's death at the Argent Tournament, which was to say not much, but regardless Anub'arak listened, even if only to comfort the undead spellweaver. The Crypt Lord could only wonder how the lich was able to speak so long on unimportant topics was beyond the mantis-like behemoth. The only thing Anub'arak needed to know was where the living were located, as he intended for them to not remain there for long. There were mortals to convert, by their own will or by force, and Anub'arak hungered.
...
Arvenell was falling. He didn't know why he was falling, but he was. He wasn't panicking, in fact he felt quite comfortable falling from the balcony above. He had begun feeling quite accomplished having jumped out over the 60 foot drop, which had rapidly become a 40 foot drop, when a thought crossed his mind.
"Why, oh why, did I just do that?" He asked himself as he turned around while he fell. He saw three heads poking over the railing, one of a Blood Elf, on of a certain indigo mare, and one of a Night Elf. Luck appeared to be on his side. He reached out with an arm and a shadowy tendril shot out, wrapping itself around the Blood Elf's foot. An amazing shot, as it went between two of the railing pillars and coiled around the paladin's ankle. He was yanked to the ground, one of the pillars catching him between the legs as Arvenell was pulled back up in an instant. The death knight grabbed the railing and flipped over it in one quick movement, landing on his back on the solid side of the marble barrier.
"They have a necromancer. They have. A damn. Necromancer." Was all he said as he stared at the sky, a long sigh escaping from behind his helmet. Velian was already getting back up, his armor saving him from an otherwise embarrassing blow, with a cross look on his face as he strode over to the fallen Human.
"Of all the things to grab, you just happen to grab the paladin?" The elf said with a hint of annoyance, arms crossed.
"Well I wasn't going to grab one of the ladies now, was I?" Came a half sarcastic response.
"Your manners astound, Arvenell. Now might I ask you to expand on the problem?" Luna inquired as she herself walked over.
"They happen to have a necromancer. Who 'they' are is still up for discussion, though regardless this necromancer is quite capable, especially if he or she can alter my mind like that." Arvenell sighed. "You don't happen to have anything dead walking about, did you?" He asked back.
"Not that I know a-" Luna started to respond before a brick red pegasus flew around the tower, fully armored an looking quite distress.
"Ma'am! Captain Permafrost just blew a 'ole in the side of the barracks! Looks like 'e's on his way to Everfree!" The pegasus reported, landing on the balcony and folding in her wings as she saluted.
"Oh. So that's why Captain Frosty can't use magic that much." Lyunah commented, dread hiding behind false comedy.
"Lieutenant Warm Front, inform my sister we're going to be paying her a visit." Luna commanded the pegasus, curiosity, dread, annoyance, and slight apprehension in her voice.
"Uh, ma'am, I believe the Captain was about to come 'ere 'imself. Apparently three more of the aliens 'ave arrived in Ponyville, yellin' about some kind of 'Scourge' or what not." The pegasus informed the princess cautiously. Arvenell sat straight up, heavy breathing could be heard from behind his helmet as the temperature on the balcony seemed to drop a number of degrees.
"Princess. I'm going to Ponyville. And there's nothing you can do to stop me. Those three with need help. And I am all too happy to volunteer." The death knight said as he stood up, walking or the door. Velian sighed, his shoulders sagging as he followed.
"I should be going as well. I may not have as much contempt as the human for the Scourge, but my hatred for them is strong nonetheless." He gave as a passing comment to Luna. Arvenell simply grunted as he pulled open the door and strode out, leaving an uncomfortable looking pegasus, an irritated alicorn, a still silent monk, an annoyed looking rogue, and a warlock who appeared to be stirring.
"Lieutenant, after you inform my sister of our impending visit, lead a force to stop Captain Permafrost. Lethal force is not authorized." Luna commanded the armored pegasus as she turned to the door. The Lieutenant saluted and took off, flying back around the tower.
"You! I will burn the flesh from your bones and cast your soul into-" The Forsaken warlock began as he started to rise, pointing at Lyunah, before Aldorose cut him off.
"Warlock, you stand on another world, one soon to be besieged by the Scourge. Whatever petty argument you have with Lyunah can wait until AFTER this problem is dealt with, if even then. You will show courtesy and regular mannerisms while you are here, and you shall not assault ANY of the inhabitants, or so help me I will personally kick you so hard that you cause another cataclysm when you land on Azeroth." The monk commanded with a perfectly calm voice as he stood and moved to the door. The warlock gave the human a look of sheer disbelief and shock, slowly nodding as he rose himself.
"And where are you going, Aldorose?" Lyunah asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"To get Arvenell. I'm not letting him die to the Scourge again. My brother's death was half the reason I became a monk, and now it appears he's rushing headlong into another fight with them. This time he's getting my help, whether he wants it or not." The monk said as he walked out, not looking back.
"Egh, revenge is enough a reason to combat the Scourge. I will follow him. Never let it be said that Alvich the Spectacular missed out upon the killing of Scourge mongrels." The warlock said under his breath, shambling out with a re-summoned Voidwalker in tow.
"I suppose that leaves me and you, Princess. I suppose we're off to see your big sis'?" Lyunah inquired, getting off the railing as she fastened her armor by habit.
"It appears so. We need to be leaving then. I intend to be in Ponyville within the half hour, and I feel this talk is going to be a long one..." Luna sighed as she began moving to the door, taking one last look around her suddenly empty room. "Let's hope this ends well. All of it."
...
Fraln was having an utterly terrible day. The Orc and the Dwarf were arguing about how to construct the defenses, the town seems to have gone on a mass exodus, and three ponies remained, seemingly un-phased by the danger. One was cyan with wings and a rainbow colored mane. From what the Tauren gathered the mare's name was Rainbow Dash, which she found fitting. The other two appeared to be siblings, both regular ponies, one an orange color and the other a deep red. They were apple farmers, and both quite strong, stronger than Fraln would have guessed. All three seemed ready to help, but there would be nothing to do should the Tauren's companions not cease their squabble.
"You two are both wrong. What we need to do is cut off the primary routes to the town square, defend there. The Scourge will most likely believe that the populace is there, and that will buy the townspeople time." Fraln said with finality. Both Burgon and Morik were quiet after that, and all three of the ponies nodded and set off. "Out performed by ponies. You two should feel ashamed."
"Ah'm drunk, what's 'is excuse?" Burgon inquired, seemingly seriously.
"You three are acting as if you have an idea of what you're doing. Unfortunately that's incorrect." Came a new voice. All three looked to the sky as four shapes descended, becoming more defined as they landed. Four humanoid figures stood, two robed, two in bulky plate armor.
"Cavalry's arrived, kids. Now it's time we get to ending this before it begins" Aldorose commented, pulling both of his swords from his back as the others prepared their weapons.
"Well, if it ain't the Victare brothers, 'ow the 'ell you two get 'ere?" Burgon chuckled.
"Burgon. You're drunk. Get ready for a fight. This is serious now." Arvenell commanded, the tip of a large two-handed sword crashing onto the ground as his pulled it over his shoulder.
"Death knight, you may want to know who we're fighting." Fraln commented, standing at attention before the four newcomers.
" Scourge are Scourge. I intend to kill them no matter their identities. But go on, if you deem it necessary." Arvenell responded, looking over his blade with a masterful eye.
"Kel'Thuzad. And before him, Anub'arak. They'll be here any minute." Fraln reported with a tinge of dread in her voice. This got a light chuckle from Arvenell.
"Old man Underking will be no problem. Kel'Thuzad, however, will be a whole other challenge. Makes me wish we had that Draenei with us, a mage'd be useful for that." He summarized. "Regardless, we sh-" He was cut off by a yell, accompanied by three ponies running (one of the three flying.) from the north.
"Spider's here! He's all yours!" The cyan pegasus yelled as they fled, a behemoth crashing through behind them.
"I AM ANUB'ARAK! MIGHT OF NER'ZHUL! FLEE BEFORE MY MIGHT! I WILL CONSUME THIS WORLD FOR THE SCOURGE! THE ARGENT TOURNAMENT WAS MERELY A SETBACK!"
"Alright chaps. Time's up. Let's do this." Aldorose commented before charging straight for the Crypt Lord.
Author's Note
This chapter feels massive. Oh, look, two memes together. How quaint.
