Chaos Rising

[BretBabineau]

PROLOGUE



His bloodlust raged with fire as he lifted his great warhammer up then down in one thunderous blow to the man’s skull exploding through the armor and crushing the man’s head, “ Waaaaarrrrrrrrr!!!!!” screamed Thrall as he took another soldier that jumped on his back and slammed him to the ground, he lifted the man again and threw him through the air crashing into another three footmen sprinting towards him, “ Snowsong, to me “ he called, his giant wolf looked up from chewing a mans throat out and sprang to his master, Thrall jumped on his wolf and they flew through the battlefield sending footmen an archers to there death with mighty swings from his warhammer, Thrall stopped short as he came across his blood brother Grom Hellscream being surrounded by eight paladins, his warhammer glowed with power as it started to crackle and burn white with lightning, he swung and a magnificent bolt flew through the air crashing into the first paladin then shooting from him to another and another till they were all dead.
“Blood brother” screamed Grom, running to his friend
“come brother to the front of the field where doomhammer awaits, we shall crush this army and drink there blood by the nights end” Grom jumped onto the wolf and they flew through the field passing orc’s and humans destroying each other, elf’s and trolls sending arrows and spears flying through the air, it was a glorious sight to Thrall seeing the chaos build, Grom swung his giant axe right from left cutting heads from bodies, ripping limbs off, tearing through flesh,
“There!” Screamed Grom pointing to a hill to the right of them, their blood brother Doomhammer was crushing a man’s face with his bare hand, a paladin came rushing in with a wild slice from his sword, Doomhammer blocked the swipe with the man he was holding then with his freehand punched through the paladins faceplate smashing the man backwards collapsing into a heap of his own blood, Doomhammer threw the other man down with his face mangled by his massive hands, Thrall turned his wolf and as they were sprinting towards there brother a huge pointed ice shard came crashing in front of them sending them flying through the air, Thrall rolled on the ground quickly pushing himself to his feet, Grom had landed on his feet with a flip, his wolf was down but he could tell that it was fine, “ wizard” yelled Thrall, they scanned the area but seen no one,
“he’s here Thrall” Grom yelled, “invisible” Grom closed his eye’s and three illusions of himself appeared, Thrall closed his eyes and two spirit wolves appeared, the wolves shot forward and leaped through the air but were caught short as two fire balls took them down, the wizard appeared, Grom yelled and he and the illusions charged forward, fireballs flew through the mans hands and shot towards grom, the firballs passed through the illusions leaving Grom with an opening, bringing his axe around to decapitate the old man, he was stopped short by a burst of air that pounded his chest sending him back a few yards but not putting him to his knees, Thralls warhammer came swinging full tilt into the mans legs ripping one clean off, the man came crashing to the ground screaming but sent a fireball into Thrall’s chest sending him spinning through the air, Grom couldn’t believe what he had seen, “wrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaa” screamed Grom as he charged the wizard but the old man was still going sending ice shards slicing through the air ripping at Groms arms and legs, the blood lust raged in him as he fell to one knee, he looked up to see the man’s hands start to crackle with lightning, as he raised his hands towards Grom he seen a flash off green fly through the air, Doomhammers knee came down on the wizards chest busting all his ribs sending bone straight through the mans heart, the lightning crackled then dissipated, “taking all the fun for yourself Grom, that’s just like you,” laughed Doomhammer,
“Thrall he was hurt find him,” called Grom bringing himself to his feet,
“I’m fine just a bit singed, no fireball can take me from the bloodfield” called Thrall walking up with a black ash mark on his chest,
“ the battle is ours brother’s the humans flee and we are glorious once again, with our three clan’s united none can stand in our way.

CHAPTER 1


Thrall and his two blood brothers, Grom Hellscream an Orgrim Doomhammer sat at the fire feasting to the glorious battle that had concluded, they sat with the troll leader as well Kilrog Deadeye, “cheers to an incredible defeat, The wizard Zerafaun will no longer control this land, we now have stable ground for the moment to build our home and start to rebuild our army, spoke Thrall,
Grom choked back a piece of meat then threw back a jug of bloodwine, “if we are to start rebuilding our army we will have to free the orcs from the jail camps they are imprisioned in,”
“Unfortunately the camps are hidden, there is no way to find them unless we steal a map of where they are stationed, and the only place those maps would be is on the desk of a general master” said Orgrim “ what can we do, we could send a small party in to steal the map?”
“no, then they would know what we were after and warn the encampments this has to be stealth mission they cannot know what we are after,” Thrall replied, “ that’s where our problem lies were not the most inconspicuous race and my skills in battle do not quite rely on being quiet and sneaking around,”
“I perhaps may have a solution to your problem,” slurred Kilrog the troll, “I may know of someone you can use,”
“Come then show me” urged Thrall, they all stood and headed off towards where the trolls were stationed,
“ this is one of the most dangerous trolls I have ever come across, even more so then myself and I hate even thinking another of my kind could best me in a matchup but his skills are unmatchable,” Kilrog spat out, they came around a bend and came across a few trolls sitting around a fire, “ where is Furel Wolfsbane,” called Kilrog, one of the trolls pointed off to a lone fire in the distance, they continued on there walk when Grom asked, “ why does he sit alone?”
“ he was lost in battle and thought dead, so was left behind, now word is he was saved by a blind man, brought back from near death, there he stayed I believe for a few years where he was trained by the man in forms of combat the likes I have never seen, I believe the word was ninjitsu, yes that’s what it was called, anyway the old man was slaughtered for befriending a troll and Furel found his way to us, he retold the story to us calling the old man his friend, there would be no troll that ran with us that had a human as a friend but he would not revoke his friendship for the old man, the trolls turned on him and it wasn’t till twenty trolls were down before we realized that his battle prowless could be definitely used on the battle field, but the trolls will not sit with him until he revokes the friendship, and on the outside is where he has been now, for two years we have not talked to him and he not with us, he can get you your map,” They came striding up to the fire but no one was there,
“Where is he Kilrog, Furel are you here!” yelled Thrall
“I am everywhere,” Came a voice from the tree’s, a shadow dropped from the tree’s and landed on the ground without a sound, the troll was draped in a tight fitting black garment that blended with the trees, a veil came up to his nose that covered his face, with two small tusks poking from hole’s in the mask, he was shorter then most trolls Thrall had seen,
“We have a job for you, it’s about freeing captured orcs and trolls, they are kept in internment camps hidden from us and we must know where they are kept without the humans knowing we are coming, can you be unseen while stealing a map of where they are kept or is this sounding like to much for your abilities?”
“You know nothing of my abilities, I killed over a hundred humans in the last battle myself,” replied Furel calmly
“Word of mouth is easy to get around little one but I think a real test is in order to prove yourself, now come with me,” called Thrall walking away, they followed with the troll striding behind them not making a sound. They came across a large camp of orcs laughing and singing battle hyms, Thrall walked up and they all stood respectively, “ Brazar, Draken, and Morall at front now!” three gigantic Orc’s ran up almost as large as Thrall and stood at ready position, “ I want you to tear this troll limb from limb,” Thrall and the other generals stood back and left Furel to his own,” oh and feel free to use weapons” called Doomhammer laughing, the troll took two steps back as the orcs picked up large axe’s, Morall sprang forward sending an overhead chop with the axe that crashed into the ground where Furel used to be, the orc’s were stunned not knowing what had happened to the troll, a rock fell from the trees and bounced off the head of Morall,
“ you put too much of your bodyweight forward on your attack, it leaves you off balance,” came Furels voice from one of the trees, a blur flew from the tree’s and landed behind Draken, Furel locked his one arm around Draken’s throat and grabbed his bicep on the other arm, then pushed on the back of Drakens head with his free hand cutting the blood flow to his brain knocking him unconscious, the other orcs stormed in but caught air as Furel sprang over top of them spinning and landing behind Morall, “ this is childs play” Furel called easily kicking the axe from Morall’s hands, before his foot touched the ground it shot out again landing square on the orc’s temple, the orc dropped and laid unconscious at the trolls feet, Furel calmly stepped over the orc and beckoned for Brazar, the orc slowly stepped in and shot the axe across hoping to catch the trolls head but Furel easily ducked, Furel began to laugh as he backhandspringed away from the orc who came running after him, in one of the flips when Furels hand touched ground he closed it around some dirt and when Brakar got close enough he released sending it flying into the orcs eye’s, Brazar stumbled back grabbing at his eye’s, he felt the wind leave his body as Furel slammed a shot into the orc’s sternum, Brazar dropped to his knee’s and cried “never felt a punch so hard “ as blackness surrounded him. All the orc’s were carried away as Furel strode up to Thrall,
“Those were some of my best warriors that you just treated like baby’s,” laughed Thrall, “you’ll do young one you’ll do.

[Gyoza]

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PROLOGUE

His bloodlust raged with fire as he lifted his great warhammer up, then down in one thunderous blow to the man’s skull, the hammer exploding through the armor and crushing the man’s head.

“ Waaaaarrrrrrrrr!!!!!” screamed Thrall as he grabbed another soldier who had jumped on his back, slamming him to the ground. He lifted the man again and hurled him through the air into another three footmen sprinting towards him.

"Snowsong, to me," Thrall commanded and his giant wolf looked up from chewing a mans throat out. As Snowsong sprang to his master, Thrall jumped on his wolf in one quick, well practiced movement and they flew through the battlefield, Thrall sending footmen and archers to their death with mighty swings from his warhammer.

Thrall stopped short as he came across his blood brother Grom Hellscream being surrounded by eight paladins, his warhammer glowed with power as it started to crackle and burn white with lightning. He swung and a magnificent bolt flew through the air crashing into the first paladin, shooting from the paladin to another and another till they were all dead.

“Blood brother” screamed Grom, running to his friend, “come brother to the front of the field where doomhammer awaits, we shall crush this army and drink there blood by the nights end!”

Grom jumped on to Snowsong's back, behind Thrall, and they flew through the field passing orc’s and humans destroying each other, elf’s and trolls sending arrows and spears flying through the air, Grom swinging his giant axe right and left cutting heads from bodies, ripping limbs off, tearing through flesh.. For Thrall, it was a glorious sight seeing the chaos build. His Bloodlust grew larger and larger.

“There!” screamed Grom suddenly, pointing to a hill to the right of them. Thrall scanned the chaos, eyes finally coming to rest upon the fierce image of Doomhammer, the third of the blood brothers.

Doomhammer was crushing a man’s face with his bare hand when, in a rage of holy light, a paladin came rushing in with a wild slice from his sword. Doomhammer blocked the swipe with the man he was holding, countering with his freehand. He punched through the paladins faceplate smashing the man backwards collapsing into a heap of his own blood. Doomhammer dropped the human that he still held by the face and turned.

Thrall pointed his wolf in Doomhammers direction and, as they were sprinting towards their brother, a huge pointed ice shard came crashing in front of them, sending them flying through the air.

Recovering, Thrall rolled on the ground quickly pushing himself to his feet and Grom had landed on his feet with a flip. Snowsong was down but Thrall could tell that it was fine and turned his attention to his surroundings.

“Mage” yelled Thrall, they scanned the area but saw no one.

“He’s here Thrall” Grom yelled, “invisible.”

Grom closed his eye’s and three illusions of himself appeared, Thrall closed his eyes and two spirit wolves appeared, the wolves shot forward and leaped through the air but were caught short as two fire balls took them down.

The wizard appeared straight in front of them. Grom yelled and as he charged forward with his spiritform dopplegangers, the Mage hurled fireballs towards grom. The firballs passed through the right thru illusions, leaving Grom with an opening. Bringing his axe around to decapitate the old man, he was stopped short by a burst of air that pounded his chest sending him back a few yards but not putting him to his knees.

Meanwhile, Thrall had flanked the Mage and his warhammer came swinging full tilt into the mans legs, ripping one clean off. The Mage came crashing to the ground screaming but still managed to send a fireball into Thrall’s chest.

As Thrall went spinning through the air, Grom couldn’t believe what he had seen, enraging him.

“Wrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaa” screamed Grom as he charged the Mage, but the old man had begun sending ice shards slicing through the air, which tore at Groms arms and legs. Groms bloodlust raged in him and, as he fell to one knee, he looked up to see the man’s hands start to crackle with lightning. As the Mage raised his hands towards Grom, a flash off green flew through the air. Luckily, as the Mage released the burst of energy, Doomhammers knee came down on the wizards chest busting all his ribs sending bone straight through the mans heart, sending the shot far wide.

“Taking all the fun for yourself Grom, that’s just like you,” laughed Doomhammer.

“Thrall was hurt. Find him,” called Grom bringing himself to his feet.

“I’m fine just a bit singed, no fireball can take me from the bloodfield” called Thrall, walking up with a black ash mark on his chest. "The battle is ours brother’s the humans flee and we are glorious once again, with our three clan’s united none can stand in our way."

CHAPTER 1


Thrall and his two blood brothers, Grom Hellscream an Orgrim Doomhammer, sat at the fire feasting and celebrating the glorious battle that had concluded. The three of them sat with the troll leader and Kilrog Deadeye, talking happily.

"Cheers to an incredible defeat! The wizard Zerafaun will no longer control this land. We now have stable ground for the moment to build our home and start to rebuild our army," said Thrall.

Grom choked back a piece of meat then threw back a jug of bloodwine, saying, “If we are to start rebuilding our army we will have to free the orcs from the jail camps they are imprisioned in," as he continued to chew.

“Unfortunately the camps are hidden, there is no way to find them unless we steal a map of where they are stationed, and the only place those maps would be is on the desk of a general master” said Orgrim “What can we do other than send a small party in to steal the map?”

“No, then they would know what we were after and warn the encampments. This has to be stealth mission. They cannot know what we are after,” Thrall replied. “That’s where our problem lies we're not the most inconspicuous race and my skills in battle do not quite rely on being quiet and sneaking around,” Thrall continued.

“I perhaps may have a solution to your problem,” slurred Kilrog the troll, “I may know of someone you can use.”

“Come then show me” urged Thrall.

They all stood and headed off towards where the trolls were stationed. As they walked, Kilrog began to explain. “This is one of the most dangerous trolls I have ever come across, even more so then myself and I hate even thinking another of my kind could best me in a matchup but his skills are unmatchable,” Kilrog spat out.

They came around a bend and came across a few trolls sitting around a fire. “Where is Furel Wolfsbane,” called Kilrog, one of the trolls pointed off to a lone fire in the distance, and, as they continued on their walk, Grom asked, “why does he sit alone?”

“Furel was lost in battle and thought dead. He was left behind because of this. The rumor is that Furel was saved by a blind human man who brought him back from near death and I believe he stayed for a few years. During that time he was trained by the man in forms of combat the likes I have never seen. I believe the name of it is ninjitsu... yes, that’s what it's called. Anyway, the old man was slaughtered for befriending a troll by the others in his village. Luckily, Furel escaped and found his way to us."

Taking a breath, Kilrog continued, saying that "Furel retold the story to us, calling the old man his friend. Knowing there would be no troll that ran with us who considered a human a friend, he took a big risk, but he would not deny his friendship."

"Some of the trolls turned on him and it wasn’t till twenty trolls were down before we realized that his battle prowless could be definitely used on the battle field. Unfortunately, the Trolls will not sit with him until he revokes the friendship and so he sits, alone, on the fringes of our camp. For two years we have not talked to him and he not with us, but if anyone can help get the map, it is this Troll.”

When they finally came striding up to the fire, no one was there. Odd, Thrall thought. He could have sworn he say a lean, innocuous troll sitting here just a moment ago.

“Where is he, Kilrog? Furel are you here?” yelled Thrall

“I am everywhere,” Came a voice from the trees. A shadow dropped from a branch and landed on the ground without a sound. Thrall could barely make out the shape of a troll draped in a tight fitting black garment that blended with the trees and shadows. A veil came up to the shape's nose that covered his face, with two small tusks poking from hole’s in the mask. Thrall

“We have a job for you. It’s about freeing the captured orcs and trolls that are kept in internment camps hidden from us. We must know where they are kept without the humans knowing we are coming. Can you be unseen while stealing a map of where they are kept or is this too much for your abilities?”

“You know nothing of my abilities, I have killed over a hundred humans in the last battle myself,” replied Furel calmly.

“Word of mouth is easy to get around little one, but I think a real test to prove yourself is in order. Now, come with me,” said Thrall as he was walking away.

The three leaders followed Thrall with the troll striding behind them silently. Soon, they came across a large camp of orcs laughing and singing battle hymns. Thrall walked up and they all stood respectfully.

“Brazar, Draken, and Morall at front now!” said Thrall in a commanding voice, and three gigantic Orc’s ran up almost as large as Thrall and stood at ready position.

“I want you to tear this troll limb from limb,” Thrall said as he and the other generals stood back, leaving Furel on his own.

"Oh, and feel free to use weapons” called Doomhammer laughing.

The troll took two steps back as the orcs picked up large axes. The Orc Morall sprang forward, sending an overhead chop with the axe that crashed into the ground where Furel used to be.

The orc’s were stunned, for Furel had disappeared. Not knowing what had happened to the troll, they looked around with wonder. Out of the blue, a rock fell from the trees and bounced off the head of Morall.

“You put too much of your bodyweight forward on your attack, it leaves you off balance,” came Furels voice from one of the trees.

A blur flew from the tree’s and landed behind Draken. Furel locked his one arm around Draken’s throat and grabbed his bicept on the other arm, then pushed on the back of Drakens head with his free hand, cutting the blood flow to his brain, knocking him unconscious. Seeing this, the other orcs stormed in but grasped nothing but air as Furel sprang over top of them spinning and landing behind Morall.

“This is childs play” Furel called, easily kicking the axe from Morall’s hands.

Before Furel's foot touched the ground it shot out again landing square on the orc’s temple, dropping the orc, unconscious, at the trolls feet. Furel then calmly stepped over the orc and beckoned for Brazar, who slowly stepped in and shot the axe across hoping to catch the trolls head. Furel easily ducked and began to laugh as he backhandspringed away from the orc who came running after him. During one of the flips, Furels hand touched ground and grabbed some dirt. When Brazar got close enough Furel released the dirt, sending it flying into the orcs eyes. Brazar stumbled back grabbing at his eyes.

Without notice, Brazar felt the wind leave his body as Furel slammed a shot into the orc’s sternum, dropping the orc to his knee’s, exclaiming that he “never felt a punch so hard" as he slipped into the blackness of unconciousness.

All the orc’s were carried away as Furel strode up to Thrall.

“Those were some of my best warriors that you just treated like baby’s,” laughed Thrall, “you’ll do young one, you’ll do."

[BretBabineau]

Wow thank you sooo much, now ill i havta figure out is how to get it all on too one thread, if im adding chapters to i just put them onto post reply.
anywayz yeah be great to revize the chapters i have and if anyones interested really bring out the chapters more, like with talon in the underdark, i want more going on with that, and things like when he meets the deathknight, really need a good storyteller to work with me on this project cause i have some amazing ideas to bring forth and with some help, i know it would be great. :)

[BretBabineau]

CHAPTER 2


Thrall and Furel flew through the dense tree’s atop Snowsongs back, the giant wolf dodged through trees and bush’s gliding back and forth racing towards the giant tower in the distance. They could just catch the top of the spire from the view off the wolf’s back, “my sentry’s tell me that general Garath is the one in charge and is evacuating the tower after there defeat to us, with what I have seen from you there should be no problems now that the wizard Zerafaun is no more, but still be on guard, just because there defeated you will still be alone in the tower.”
“There will be no problems, no one will see me if your sentry’s are correct?” Furel questioned,
You doubt my sentry’s Furel, that is a bold statement that I don’t think they would like to hear,” Thrall replied,
“it just doesn’t make sense to only have one wizard protecting such a powerful advantage point such as Dire’s reach, the land itself is rich with forests, water, oil, there is only one way in, the rest surrounded by mountains and water, why only one wizard for such a key place?”
“ Snowsong stop” the wolf came to a stop just on the verge of an open grassland rising unto a gigantic tower black as night, “this is where you get off, remember they must not know what we are after, if they fortify the defense’s at the internment camps we will have no chance of freeing our brother’s,”
“You needed only to tell me once” Furel replied jumping from Snowsongs back and disappearing into the tall grass. Thrall watched as the ninja troll seem to materialize into the grass, it looked as if not a blade of grass moved as he lost sight of Furel,” be careful young one, the salvation of our race depends on you.”
Furel slipped his shuku’s over his hands and waited in the tall grass watching the two gaurds in front of a gate, they were chatting but still on alert he thought to himself, they were good, very good, but of course they would be the best, after a battle of that magnitude they would be very watchful, he watched their eye’s, blinking at different times, he needed the right moment, when it came both the guards blinked at the same time and in that moment before they could open there eye’s Furel sprang from the grass and was behind them, the gaurds kept on like nothing had happened, Furel brought his hands in front of the guards throats and with one smooth motion the spikes on his shuku’s slipped into each gaurds jugular and silenced them permanently. Furel had a grudge with human’s they had killed his mentor, his friend, he would have revenge tonight he thought to himself. With his shuku’s grabbing hold of the concrete he raced up the side of the tower, once hitting the top he slid into an open window, a tall room that disappeared into the rafters, cobwebs, broken furniture some boxes, crates covered in sheets, chests , he took in everything but dismissed it at the same time, nothing dangerous he thought, Furel looked up as he heard steps coming up the stairway, still a least 35 steps down he chuckled, he jumped to the rafters and disappeared into the darkness, eventually 3 older men walked through the door all cloaked in flowing robes, one had a red sun burst on the front of his dark robe’s, the others had white sun bursts. “If we are to destroy the orc menace I am afraid we will have to unlock a terror more great then the orc’s and hope we can lock him in his prison once more after the task is done,” the one with the red sun said,
“I thought the mines were filled with many creatures that were locked there throughout the ages, what happens if he was killed while trapped in there?”
“believe me when I say there would be quite the relief if he was, but this demon hunter took twenty of our most powerful wizards century’s ago just to trap him, 14 died in the process before the door’s could finally be locked, my father was one of the wizards that died and I will curse that Night elf’s name till I die but this seems like our only option,”
“Zerafaun, it was our fore fathers that encountered this creature, we have no idea of this beasts power or what we are truly dealing with, are you sure this is the safest of plans? What if we cannot contain the beast like last time?”
“then we perish just as we are now to the threat of Thrall and his horde of orcs, there bloodlust is stronger then before, they are ravaging our troops like nothing, it is said once released from the mine the one who open’s the doors for the captive will be given control of the one released, now you can help me save the human race or you can die with it, your choice Rathamor, live or die,” Zerafaun said with disdain as he pulled open one of the chest’s and a small glowing blue orb floated to the old man’s hand, “it is a shame larwin could not be with us for this but with his death Thrall believes me to be dead and that will leave us to reach Tarwins gap and release Talon from his prison.”
Furel was surprised to see Zerafaun still alive but it didn’t shake him as he jumped from the rafter’s landing behind the wizards like a feather landing on water, his dark blade slid from its sheath, as the wizards turned his other hand flicked pushing into the one wizards neck rendering him unconscious and with his blade in the other hand took the other wizard with the white sun’s head from his shoulders, fireballs flew from Zerafauns hands as rage filled him, some troll covered in black had discovered all his plans and must not be able to walk out of here alive, lightning danced around the room destroying everything in it’s path except for the troll who seemed to dance around it with no effort at all, almost like he was having fun, Zerafaun caught a flicker from the troll’s hand as a throwing spike caught him in the eye, Zerafaun reeled back cursing as he coated the room with ice shards, Furels blade was like a blur deflecting the ice blades and shooting them back at the old wizard, but a light burst melted the shards before they could reach him, the wizards hands came together and Furel stopped moving watching the wizard, with a chant a bluish white flame burst from the wizards hands shooting towards Furel’s head, Furel dove to the ground and came up rising with his blade in a rising arc splitting the wizard in half, a look of awe was left in the wizards eye as the two pieces fell to the ground, Furel felt through the dead man’s cloak and came out with the glowing orb and slipped it into his pouch. As the wizard Furel knocked out awoke he felt the blade pushing into his throat, he felt the troll push his strong fingers into his neck, “I have just cut of the oxygen going to your brain if you do not tell me what I want to know you will die?”
The wizard choked out a yes, “now where is the generals war room?”
“it is down a floor you will see it because of all the gaurds, it is useless going for the generals head, you may have caught us by surprise but they will be more then ready for you young troll, release me and I can help you escape,” the wizard squealed out bleeding from the mouth,
“I’m not the one who has to worry about escaping” Furel spit out as his blade slid through the old man’s neck.
Death slid through the hallways as guards were left headless throughout the tower, Furel’s vengeance was reaped as his blade claimed life after life, pile’s of bodies left strewn on the blood soaked floor, the arrow just nicked his ear as he caught the shaft in mid flight, he turned to see an elf with his hand flicking for another arrow, the elf was good he had almost caught him off guard, he spun releasing the throwing spike as the next arrow flew through the air almost catching Furels shoulder, his blade sunk in straight between the elf’s eye’s.
Furel opened the large door’s to come across a giant hulk of a man crouched over a table, his shining armor glowed but looked as if it had been through many battles,
“I asked not to be disturbed!” the man said in a booming voice
“Well consider yourself disturbed” Furel replied
“The man turned and laughed as he seen the small troll standing before him, “what is this? A mere troll standing before the great general Garath, I don’t know how you could have gotten past my gaurds but you will regret ever looking into these eye’s young troll!” the man spat as he reached over his desk and pulled the biggest mace Furel had ever seen, the man charged slamming the mace through the floor where Furel had just been, the man had been a lot faster then Furel had thought wearing all that armor, the man spun sending the mace smashing through a book shelf sending books and wood flying through the air, Furel bounced off the wall coming behind the lumbering man slashing against the armor proved futile as the man’s armor was some of the finest mithril ever made as was the same as Furel’s dark blade, as his blade bounced off the man’s armor Furel realized he was to close as the mans other hand came across smashing into Furels face sending him crashing across the room, with a kick up Furel was up in a flash sending throwing spikes at the man’s throat but were stopped dead blocked by the shield the man just picked up, the man came charging with the shield hoping to push the troll into the wall but caught air as Furel flipped over the man, in mid flip he sent his sword into the back of Garath’s neck but only caught a little flesh as the man was charging forward, Garath turned and felt the back of his neck “no sword has made me bleed in a long time young whelp you will scream for that!” Garath yelled as his mace came across in a side swipe, Furel parried sending the large man of balance, then jumping with all his might came down hard on the man’s knee, he heard the loud snap as Garath yelled out in pain but was cut short as Furel spun with the jump and sent a lightning quick spin kick to the man’s chin, blood spit forth from the man’s mouth as he spun to the ground landing on his stomach, Furel stepped over him and slipping his gurot around the man’s throat pulled and ended the rein of Garath Mashere the great war general.


CHAPTER 3



Talon BladeMoon, Night elf, Demon Hunter. The name hopefully would never have been spoken again but he was remembered, he could feel it in himself as he walked the dark labyrinth. It had been years, centuries as he walked the underdark destroying everything in his path. With darkish blue skin, jet black hair, he had no shirt because of his ability to shut out the cold, dragons facing each other tattooed on his back by his own kin many years ago had there wings spreading out to his shoulders, his tattered pants ripped from the years of travel. His twin mithril Sisawindari hung at his waist, two circuler metal objects that when thrown would produce jagged metal razor sharp blades from all sides. When the legendary Sisawindari is combined with the mystic Veridium crystal it bines the user’s soul to the weapon, the Sisawindari will always return to the soul possessor, when the two Sisawindari’s are combined they form an unbeateable weapon.
Talon smelled the air as he ventured deeper into the canyons, the dragon is getting closer, we will have our fight soon, the rings began to glow red, tingiling his hands warning Talon of danger nearby, or a fight even sooner he thought to himself flipping the rings into his hands, Talon had a sacred blindfold handed down to only master Demon Hunters, he had no need of his eyesight, he could sense, feel every inch of the cavern he was in, sense where the moss was growing on what parts of the damp walls, feel which parts of the jagged stones hanging were loose and as the gigantic cave oger burst through the walls screaming with rage slamming his great club smashing into the ground, his one ring was already flying through the air cutting the loose jagged spikes right where the oger had burst through, spiraling to the ground they smashed into the ogre sending him falling to the ground but Talon was already under him jamming an axe kick into the great beast’s jugular, the ogre staggered back puking blood then collapsing to the ground as three more ogres came bursting from the walls, one with a huge chain with a spike ball on the end that came crashing to the cavern floor, splitting the ground trying to catch at Talon’s feet as he side flipped over the ogres chain, his other ring left his hands in mid flip and before Talon landed the blade had clipped the ogres hand with the chain severing it then shot straight up slicing the beasts face clean off, flipping through the air Talon caught the blade returning to him then landed softly spinning and catching his first ring, before the other two realized what happened to there brother the Sisiwindari’s were already slicing there brainstems in two. Talon caught his blade’s flipping through his fingers and left them hanging from his belt, they stopped glowing.
There would be vengeance wrought upon the world once I am loose he thought to himself, I will destroy for as many day’s as I was unrightfully trapped here, the humans will fear the name Talon Blademoon once again. He remembered that day the wizards began there final assault killing his son Falcon and his wife Syrin, he found them dead by the waterfall close to there home where he met them everyday after training. Three dead wizards laid out along the grass were there, dead by the hands of his wife no doubt, she was a fearsome warrior, his baby drowned in the river. Rage overtook him that day, a bloodrage not seen by the Demon Hunters in centuries; he caught up with the wizards crossing Dires reach. In his rage he was led into a trap.
Screaming the name’s of his wife and child he faced off to twenty three wizards, he had never had or even needed to combine the sisawindari’s but that day he slammed the two pieces together, they formed together bursting into flowing red flames almost dancing on each other, he felt like he and the blade had become one, felt faster then ever before, stronger, deadlier, the blade almost fed off his lifeforce as he fed off it. He could feel the life forces of all the wizards, Talon shot his hand out and a green beam fed into the wizards souls draining them of there lifeforce’s. A couple of the lesser wizards dropped to there knee’s, fireballs sliced through the air, lightning danced from the sky, ice shards crashed to the earth, lava fountains burst from the ground as Talon flowed from one stance to another deflecting balls of fire and lightning with the mystical sisawindari, he weaved watching the ice shards pass by harmlessly then springing from the ground flying through the air twenty yards before landing to the ground laughing. His hand was a blur as he released the blade that hummed through air splitting necks and skulls alike, his stance changed and he dove to the ground rolling forward coming just under a wizard as his blade burst through the mans chest, he twisted catching the blade behind his back then brought his foot around in a crescent kick landing square in another wizards jaw that was charging forward with an ice blade in his hands, the mans head exploded of his shoulders, the other wizards stared in disbelief before they got there sense’s together firing lightning bolts where they could catch a blur of motion, unfortunately Talon was to fast and by the time the other’s even had a chance to catch a blur the Sisawindari had ended six others lives in a wide arc spinning through the air catching leg’s, heads, torso’s, all they had time to see was a red flame before they ceased to exist.
Talon stood thirty yards away laughing to himself staring at the last five huddled in a circle combining there power chanting to themselves hoping for some sort of salvation, invisibility cloaked them all, a silence filled the air as Talon stood calmly by waiting, just then speeding comets seemed to form from thin air racing towards Talon, a raging green inferno of flames encompassed Talon as the comets dissipated into the flames, a wizard who came approaching too close burst into flames falling to the ground screaming. Talon could feel the anticipation of the Sisawindari burning alive in his hands, he let loose throwing the blade straight up into the air, a wizard appeared running towards him with a giant flaming sword but before he could reach ten feet the blade came burning to the ground splitting the man in half, it shot into the ground then spewed forth milliseconds later blowing out another wizards feet, making an arc two more heads fell to the ground then with one last spin it sunk into the last wizard who was lying on the ground with no feet.
Talon pulled his blade from the last wizard and pulled the blades apart, the red flames receded and he felt himself return to normal, just then a bluish light appeard on the mountain side he stepped closer drawn to the light, his hand touched the light and he felt a strange warmth, the light expanded then burst into a large circular star pattern with strange ancient writing on the side, Talon felt a pull that drew him to the circle but pulled back not knowing what was going on. The footsteps above the cliff caught his attention as three cloaked figures stepped forth looking down upon Talon, they pulled there hoods back to revel the orc warlock Kuldan, the human necromancer Mordyus, and the undead mage known as Sarafys. “What is this I see before me?” yelled Talon, “I never thought I would see the day humans, orcs and undead would align themselves, your alliance means nothing, the Night elves and Demon hunters will kill you especially with the Sisawindari at my side!” he spat,
“And what happens if you and your Mystic blade are not around to stop us?” Mordyus replied menacingly as the blue star opened emitting a huge wave of energy that sucked Talon straight through the hole locking him to the dark labyrinth in the mine’s of Xayiaryn Pass.

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CHAPTER 4


Thrall, Orc Chieftain,Shaman. The FrostWolf clan leader sat quietly upon Snowsongs back petting her White mane, she had been with him for years and would die for her friend in a second’s moment. A growl grew in Snowsongs throat, “easy Snowsong Furel will be back soon” Thrall whispered into her ear as she leapt into the air catching the face of an elf in her sharp fangs, two more leapt out latching on to Thralls back jabbing there daggers futilely into his dark glowing armor, Thralls massive elbow’s came back sending the elf’s thrashing to the ground, arrows pierced the air bouncing off his armor, Thrall quickly summoned the earth gods powers sending wave’s of earth in all directions breaking the trees amongst themselves sending elf’s crashing to the ground. Snowsong pounced sending her claws thrashing into one and her teeth snapping on to another, Thrall leapt from her back slamming his warhammer on to a fallen elfs head, Thrall stood blood dripping from his hammer, he could feel the bloodlust rising. Two elfs sprinted forward drawing there short blades, the mighty hammer swung once taking both there heads but he caught the bodies using them as shields as arrows rained in, he burst forth charging the elfs with his hammer swinging in an upward arc smacking an elf in the jaw that sent it flying into another, his hammer worked methodically taking one after another jamming a downward crush upon an elf he had pounced on, Snowsong jumped over Thalls back taking an elf jumping from another tree devouring his head right off. Thrall jammed the butt end of his hammer into the stomach of one coming from behind then spun sending a hook that leveled the elf sending it spiraling into a tree. Snowsong slid towards Thrall and he jumped on her back, they flew through the trees and into the tall grass when Thrall turned to see Furel on the giant wolf’s back,
“Shall we go, I have destroyed every soldier in the tower and the women and children have already left, the tower is yours Thrall,” Thrall turned Snowsong and they sped towards the orc encamptment.
“I’m sure I have just killed the last of the elf’s from there as well,” replied Thrall, “it would also be an Honor if you sat at our fire tonight, there will be much to talk about, you have the map?”
“Memorized, that way in case someone comes before our return they will never know what we were after,”
“Well done Furel Wolfsbane, you have just saved our race’s Troll and Orc.”

The fire burned high as The Orc Chieftains, accompanied by Furel Wolfsbane, sat quietly thinking of their next move. Sounds of laughter and cheer could be heard across the valley, as their tribes celebrated the enormous victory, they now finally had a home of their own. But it would not do, Thrall knew they had to free there brother orcs from slavery.
Kilrogg Deadeye staggered out of the darkness, “congratulations are in order, but no warrior may sit at the chieftains fire Furel, so leave!” slurred Kilrogg spitting at Furels feet, before the spit hit the ground Furels blade was under Kilrogg’s chin.
“Calm yourself Furel, we invited him here Kilrogg, his abilities for stealth may have just saved our races,” called Thrall stepping between the two trolls.
“Besides Kilrogg I have business to discuss not involving being drunk, I recovered this from the wizard Zerafaun,” Furel pulled the blue orb from under his clothes. “This orb allows us to summon someone from the dark labyrinth, the place where evil has been banished if they cannot be defeated.”
“I know of this place,” called Orgrim, “it is said none can escape unless summoned, and the one who summons controls the one being summoned, but nothing is clear, the old scriptures were written in old elven tongue and I’m not sure how it works.”
“We cannot allow anyone to possess this,” replied Grom, “we should destroy it before it falls into the wrong hands, there is a reason why those things were put there and that’s where they should stay.”
“It seems to hasty Grom,” said Thrall, “It almost feels like the gods are trying to tell me to keep this like it might be needed, it feels like destroying it might be the wrong thing to do,” Thrall began to pace kicking stones out of his path, “There should be no problem keeping the orb with us, we shall keep it safe and nobody knows we have it with us except us five, so I think before we go ahead and destroy it we should learn more about it first.”
“I should also tell you Thrall,” replied Furel, “the wizards were talking of summoning a Night elf, a powerful Demon hunter,”
“We could summon him Thrall!” Kilrogg said stepping in, “we could use him instead to destroy the humans!?”
You don’t get me yet Troll, I don’t care for destroying the humans, just a home we can call our own and for my brothers to be free, besides we have no idea if we can control this demon hunter or anything else that might escape while trying to summon something, there is too much we don’t know about to just go off using magic we know nothing about. Now enough of this arguing for tonight, let everyone feast and enjoy our victory because tomorrow we set off to save our brothers.”
There path was harsh through the forest that Furel led them through, they had traveled for weeks passing fields and through mountainous ravines, the only thing keeping them going was knowing their brothers would soon be free. Furel easily melded through the dense forest but the legions of orcs and trolls kept them at a slow pace. The generals talked of how the Ninja trolls mind was like its own map not wondering for a second if he was lost or where to go, if the other troll could do away with there stupidity they could have a great Troll general on there side, but they could see the hatred as the other trolls grimaced at the fact they were being led by Furel.
“How much longer?” asked Grom chopping away at vines that were grasping at his legs,
“By nightfall we shall storm the encampment and free our brothers from captivity.” replied Furel.
Clouds darkened the sky and a light rain started to pick up as the internment camp came into view hidden in a ravine.
“Perfect night for an ambush,” whispered Orgrim
“After you” replied Grom
“Please” called Thrall stepping forward, “allow me.”






Chapter 5


Thrall led the charge screaming as he sent a shower of lightning bolts bursting from the sky and crashing into the internment camps walls. Orcs sprinted across the field pouring into the camp but were caught by raining arrow’s as the archers rallied against the first wave of screaming death. DoomHammer grabbed a hold of the young ninja troll tossing him to the archers tower, a few of the guards seen the troll flying through the air and turned to attack but dropped dead with throwing stars caught in their throats. Furels black sword came loose as he landed, the blade was a blur as one soldiers hand came off like butter as Furels foot came across the man’s neck, Furel dropped his foot to the man’s shoulder and used it to spin around leveling his other foot into another man’s skull. Furel hit the ground moving, back flipping onto one mans shoulders, he twisted snapping the man’s neck with his feet. Several archers turned and let loose with their remaining arrow’s, Furels blade moved with ease, cutting the arrow heads from the shafts and sending them back through the eyes of the men who shot them. “Looks like you’re the last one “ Furel called as he walked towards the last man alive cowering in the corner,
“Most soldiers are taught not to fear death? “ Furel said grabbing a hold of the man’s shoulder, the man laughed as his hand shot out with a dagger speeding towards Furel’s neck.
DoomHammer clothslined a charging soldier as he threw Furel into the archer’s tower, the man back flipped and landed chin first into the dirt. DoomHammer’s fists flew sending soldiers flying into other soldiers bloodied and lifeless. Grom flipped over DoomHammer landing with his axe planted in a knight’s forehead, DoomHammer ducked as Grom spun sending his axe flying over DoomHammers head and sticking into a Paladins chest. Grom was smaller for an Orc but faster, his rage and fury more then made up for strength as he slammed a hook into one soldier while ducking another’s sword slash, his foot came around landing on the mans knee sending bone through the back of the man’s leg, Grom leaped with the momentum landing atop the still standing paladin and wrenched his axe free screaming with all his might sending soldiers fleeing.
DoomHammers grizzled laugh sent chills down the knight’s backs as they surrounded him, Doomhammer let the chains that were wrapped around his hands and wrists unravel to the ground, he slashed his hand out and the chain whistled as it burned through the air, ripping through armor and flesh alike. He was a one man army as body’s split and flew through the air, DoomHammer whirled in a blood soaked circle as heads were taken from bodies, he took out a horse’s legs and as the knight spun through the air his other hand snapped tearing the man in two. DoomHammer felt the wind leave him as he crumbled to the ground from the warhammer that took him from behind; he turned to look into the fiery eyes of a Paladin before darkness took him.
Two spirit wolves burst through the door as Drade FrostMourne’s blade came down slashing through one’s neck, he back stepped as the other leaped at him giving him the room he needed to pierce the heart, the wolf’s both burst into flame and dissipated just as an Orc burst through the side of the wall, it was the biggest Orc he had ever encountered, since the first war he had killed hundreds of Orcs but none like this. “Where are the Orc’s human!” Thrall boomed,
“You speak English? This I have never seen before!”
“Well consider it the last time you see anything unless you tell me where my brothers are, you are obviously the one in charge and if you don’t answer me now I will feed you to the Trolls!!”
“I don’t think you know who I am Orc! I am one of the ten founders of the Blood Cross guards, I am not one to be ordered around by a single Orc!”
“Human you try my patience!!” Thrall roared as his war hammer began to glow white,
“An Orc who speaks English and is also a Shaman, now I’m very curious” Thrall spat as his hammer came swinging down but stopped short in his hands as Drade’s Black and red armor glowed with power. “You fool, magic is nullified by a Blood Cross guards armor, you are helpless Shaman and now it’s time to introduce you to the true power of the Blood Cross guard.
Furel twisted his body but caught a glancing slice as the dagger pierced by, his hand snapped out grabbing the soldier’s neck in one hand and using his other grabbed the man’s hand. Furel rolled to the ground bringing his leg over the mans head locking with the other foot and had the mans arm tightened in an arm bar. The snapping sound made the soldier scream for mercy,
“Now you will tell me where the slaves are hidden or I will snap every bone in your body and believe me I know how!”
Doomhammer eye’s slowly opened as he saw the Paladin’s hands come up, he felt the bloodlust raging through his body and he used it to roll to the side barely evading the warhammer that crashed to the ground causing the ground to shake. As he rolled his hand whipped sending the chain snapping at the Paladins face, the giant of a man dropped back in time saving his eyes. Doomhammer was up wrapping the chains around his hands and as the Paladin rushed in swinging his hammer at Doomhammers gut, Orgrim dove to the left sending a backhand that shook the man’s jaw, his left hook took the man to the ground as the Paladin tried for a futile swing of his hammer. Orgrim unwound the chains and whipped his right hand out wrapping the chain around the Paladins leg, he spun in a circle gaining speed as the Paladin cried out, when he released the Paladin sped through the air smashing into a barn, causing it to collapse around him, Doomhammer laughed to himself as a group olf trolls ran to the rubble and set fire to it.
Thrall stepped back in shock, his warhammer fizzled as the lightning left his weapon, his shamanistic skills were useless here against the armor Drade Frostmourne wore.
“Why not give up now shaman? your powers are useless and you have no chance against a general of the Blood cross guard, our blades are coated with the blood of black dragons, its like acid to the touch orc, one slice and your helpless” Drade laughed.
“I am never helpless human!!!” screamed Thrall slamming a fist into the mans stomach, Thralls other fist came around aiming for the mans face but Drade had already rolled with Thralls first blow and came up under the orc with an uppercut.
“you’ll have to do a lot better then that human, this battle is over, we have won this day the orc slaves will be free!” spat Thrall hefting his hammer above his head and smashing it into the floor causing the floorboards to splinter everywhere, Drade was already in the air bringing his sword down aiming for Thralls skull, but the air left him as Thralls hammer caught him in the stomach in mid flight, Thrall twisting with his hammer pinned in the man’s stomach crushed him to the ground.
“Aaaarraahhhh!!!!!” screamed Thrall as Drade had caught a glancing slice under Thralls eye, the acid burned at the skin as Thrall staggered back unable to see. Drade stumbled to his feet in pain, if not for the mystic armor he wore he would be dead for sure,
“And now orc you shall witness why we are called the blood cross guard!” Drade took the blood red cross hanging from his neck and opened the top, “you see orc these special crosses are filled with the blood of orcs, and when drank endows the person the same bloodlust powers of the orc, the more powerful the blood of the orc the more powerful you become, I want your blood orc and I will take it!” Drade yelled drinking from the cross, Thrall strained to see the human as Drade screamed with fury trying to control the bloodlust, Thralls vision cleared a little as he caught the blood red eye’s of Drade Frostmourne before the blade caught him in the stomach sending Thrall slamming against the wall, thankfully the blade hadn’t pierced Thralls powerful dark armor, Thrall reached for Drade’s throat but caught air as Drade ducked under his hands and sent his sword into Thralls back, the blade pierced sending an acid burn throughout Thralls back. Thrall fell to his hands and knees from pain but went with the fall jutting his foot out catching Drade in the knees, the human crashed to the ground with Thrall dropping his sword. Drade lunged for Thrall jamming his finger into the slice below Thralls eye, Thrall burned with rage as pain seared through his body, no mere human had taken this much out of him in a fight, Thrall pushed his left hand into the man’s face lining him up still straining to see properly and with his right leveled the man with a hook that sent the man flying through the air crashing into a table, Thrall staggered to his feet his sight slowly returning, looking for his hammer he had lost in the fight, the man should be dead from a blow like that to the head he thought to himself, but as he turned to look for the man’s body he was shocked to see the man standing with blade in hand.
“Time to die orc” screamed Drade as Grom Hellscream burst through the door, “we will meet again orc I will have your blood!!!” spat Drade as he turned and burst through the window,
“After him!!” screamed Grom
“He’s gone!” yelled Thrall, “besides we have won this day and I need to rest” laughed Thrall, “I owe you one blood brother”
“Call it even blood brother”

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CHAPTER 6


Talon Blademoon stared into the cavern of darkness, while even blindfolded he could see everything. His senses could pick up the slightest thing, he caught the smell of the dragon through the air current. Dangerous work hunting dragons but if there was anything that might have knowledge of the eternal dark it would be a dragon, if not he would test his skills by killing it.
Talon had not always been evil but since the tragedy of his family and the centuries of walking the labyrinth of death he had changed, a darker side of the Nightelf had awakened. All he wanted now was to make himself stronger and make others suffer the way he had.
The Ogres had kept him fed for weeks but Talon could feel his hunger coming back, he had trained his body so he would not have to eat for at least a couple of weeks but now it had been at least three weeks since his last meal. Talon caught the feint smell of another and had to break off from his hunt to search for food.
His path led him down a dangerous ravine, he could feel the air getting colder as he traveled deeper down the pit. The smell grew stronger as the path grew smaller, his steady feet kept him from falling off as he heard the sounds of fighting with his sharp long ears. Talon picked up speed eager to see what was happening, as he ran around a corner he stopped short almost falling into a huge crater, at the bottom he sensed an old man defending himself against six undead zombies, the old man was fending one off with a withered old walking stick, Talon could tell the old man’s strength was fading as the zombies teeth came closer to the mans neck. Talon before even thinking was in the air, one sisawindari blew the face clean off the zombie, the man fell to the ground screaming as the zombies body spasemed then fell to the ground shaking. The old man smiled as the dark blur landed to the ground without a sound and caught the flying blade with one finger spinning it to the side of his pants clip. The zombies turned to there new attacker but there speed was laughable compared to the Nightelfs, it was child’s play for Talon as he back flipped through the air, while upside down his legs came down on either side in the splits motion knocking two of the zombies heads off, he landed on his hands and spinning on one of them in a windmill motion his legs took the torso’s of two more. The last zombie stumbled in trying to sink its teeth into Talons dark flesh but Talon using the strength of his arms flipped his body upwards brining his foot in a downward arc splitting the zombie in two and landing on his feet. The death knight stepped forth, his dry raspy voice echoed through the cavern,
“Nightelf” he called, “your presence here intrigues me, what would a demon hunter be doing in the underdark?”
“I was trapped here deathnight, how can I escape?”
“don’t listen to him Nightelf!, his life is lies!” screamed the old man, the deathnights hand shot up sending a green ball of fire shattering into the old man causing him to wither to the ground.
“Bring me the jewel around the Ice Dragons neck and I shall show you a way out demon hunter”
Talon thought to himself before agreeing, “Very well deathnight, I will hold you to your word and if you break it you shall fall harder then the ice dragon.” The Deathnight reached into his ragged cloak throwing Talon a green vile,
“This shall keep you fed for months” Teron called laughing to himself as the Nightelf began its hunt.

Talon Blademoon crept through the dark caverns picking up on the dragons scent, his travels took him more deeper into the dark labyrinth, farther then he had ever been, for a month he traveled always gaining on the dragon but still never catching till one day he could feel the temperature dramatically drop as he went through a large cavern opening, the wind picked up letting him know the cavern he was in went very high and was very large. Talon took a step and almost slipped on the icy cavern floor. He could definitely pick up the dragons scent but it was farther away, two more scents came through the icy wind which were much closer. Talon looked up to hear the sound of a gigantic ice ball falling from the ledge above him, Talons sisawindari shot upwards from his hand splitting the ice balls in two, causing them to land harmlessly at his side. Two large snow beasts jumped from the ledge landing on either side of Talon, a smile crept to his face as the beasts both sent their massive fists towards Talon but hit each others face as he ducked, grabbing his other sisawindari from his belt clip he spun in a circle severing both the beasts shins from their feet, they crumbled to the ground as Talons other sisawindari which he had thrown upwards shot back down splitting the skull of one of the beasts. Talon pulled his blade free and stepped over the other beast trying to crawl away, he pushed the beast over with his blade, “Where is the Dragon?” Talon asked calmly, the beast looked at the blood stained blade and pointed north. Talon thanked the beast by crushing it’s larynx with his foot.
The icy wind blew the scent of the Dragon everywhere but Talon continued north. The land got colder while the wind blew faster and harder. Talon passed over mountains of icy hell and crossed over deadly ice bridges hunting the one thing that might be his only hope of escaping this dark nightmare. He would exact his revenge on the world and the three demons that imprisoned him here.
The ice Dragon Slypheron awoke from his slumber sensing the shadow in front of him, the Dragon took a sniff,
“A Nightelf in the underdark, I have been in the underdark a very long time and have yet to see a Demon Hunter, curious…..why have you been tracking me for the last few months?”
“You knew I was tracking you?!”
“I rarely leave my home I’ve made here but food is scarce and I’m having to travel farther and farther for food, I caught your scent on my way back.”
“You know of a way out of this hell Dragon?”
“There is no way out Nightelf, one must be summoned out and in being summoned must obey the one summoning him, unless of course the will is strong enough to break the commands of the summoner” Slypheron replied.
“Then I will need the jewel around you neck, I have found another way out with someone else,” the Dragon rose up the diamond jewel glowed off the reflection of the ice.
“Tell the Deathnight he will never have the power of the Ice Diamond!” growled Slypheron.
“He has promised me a way out Dragon in return for that Diamond so I will be taking it,”
“If you believe the words of a Deathnight then the underdark has truly gotten to you hunter, he wants the Diamond for its power over ice, he will be unstoppable if he gets it and I have been the one keeping it from him, you are a fool Nightelf if you think you can trust him.”
“I have no choice Dragon,” called Talon his rings flipping through his hands, Talon shot forward bouncing from the sides of the ice walls, flipping himself sideways he landed on a ledge still jumping flying towards Slypheron’s neck his blades shot forward going for the jugular, Slypherons giant wing came forward blocking the blades, they bounced shooting outwards, Slypherons claw came across hoping to grab talon out of the air, Talon used his hand pushing off the dragons claw landing on the dragons arm, Talon sped along the beast jumping with his foot he came across with a crescent kick, the Dragons head swiftly moved back avoiding the attack whipping his tail against Talon sending him to the ground. The Sisawindari’s came back across shattering against the back of the dragons neck, Slypherons ice scales took the brunt but the blades still drew blood, the rings shot out circling around heading towards Talon, the Nightelf rolled backwards using his hands to kick himself up, he caught the blades with his hands backflipping getting some distance sending the blades ripping through the air again, Slypheron ducked sending a burst of his ice blast at Talon, Talon shot to the left with a roll the blast just catching his foot, his foot trapped he turned to see the Dragon charging forward, his one Siawindari whistled by cutting the ice from his foot the other burning across the back off Slypherons legs tripping him to the ground, Talon spun up catching both the blades, he twist flipped over the Dragon landing on its exposed back, the Dragon was up in a flash using its powerful wings to launch them both upwards into the air flying higher and higher, Talon drove his Blades into the back of the Dragon, Slypheron spun twisting in the air hoping to drop the Nightelf off his back but Talon held to the blades, the Dragon sped up getting close enough to the top of the cavern smashing talon off the hard ice, Talon blood spilling from his sides pulled one sisawindari from the dragons back shooting it forward cutting some Ice spires off the top of the cavern in front of Slypheron. The dragon dodged to the side but caught one of the spires in the face falling towards the ground spiriling, exploding into the ground ice shot everywhere, Talon flipped from the dragons back rolling with his landing he jumped up, creeping towards the Dragon who looked crippled with its eye’s closed, Talon lifted the Dragons neck up grabbing a hold of the Diamond jewel, his blade cut through the chain. Holding onto the jewel he could feel the cold waves rippling through it, The Dragons mouth shot open startling Talon, an ice wave crushed into Talon point blank, his body bouncing off the wall, his legs and neck frozen to the side of the ice cavern. Slypheron lifted himself to his feet walking towards Talon his mouth opening, Talon struggled trying to lift his neck the jewel dropped to the ground from his hand, he reached straining pushing the Sisawindaris closer together, an ice ball began glowing in Slypherons mouth growing bigger, Talon could feel his muscles exploding in his body ripping trying to move his arms, the blades closing in on one another, The Dragons ice blast burst from his mouth raging through the air as The Sisawindaris became one, Green flames erupted out of Talon, burning the ice off off him and turning the Ice blast into nothing, Talons eyes burned Green. Slypheron felt his body get ripped to the side with a kick to the face, he crashed into the wall feeling his body get ripped to the side again with another blow plowing him through the side of the cavern blood spilling from his mouth, Slypheron crawled to his feet charging one more blast putting all his energy into one final wave, Ice cascaded everywhere coating the cavern, the red flaming blade cut through the ice slashing at the sides of the dragon across the thighs and shoulders with amazing speed, the blade ripped through the ground pass the dragon spinning in a circle then shooting out again, Talon caught the blade feeling the blade burning in his hand, feeling it alive in his hand craving blood. The Ice around Slypheron crashed inward caving in everywhere landing atop him pushing him down into an icy pit, the ice walls caving in around him sealing his fate.
Talon grabbed a hold of the blades pulling them apart, he could feel the life leave him as he fell to the ground straining to breathe, darkness overtook him as he passed out. Talon awoke later, pulling himself up with his hands walking to the ice jewel, he picked it up rolling the diamond through his fingers, tying it to his neck then began his long journey back to the Deathnight.


Chapter 7

Thrall and Snowsong climbed the top most peak of the hill giving them a view that was truly breathtaking, the BlackTower stood tall in the distance and with the surrounding forests and mountains the sight was amazing to behold. Stepping down from his dire wolf the ground began to turn black as his foot touched the ground, everything began to die around him as dark clouds poured over the blue sky,the sight before him was now a desolate wasteland. Thrall’s inner instincts took over as he dove to the ground as a burning circular blade ripped over him, he was up just as quick reaching for his warhammer but found nothing at his waist, the blade turned coming back around heading straight for him, the only thing he could do was jump, his body rolled falling down the Cliffside, smacking off rocks and jagged edges he bounced hard off the ground, blood spilled from him as he dragged his body up and began running towards the tower, the whirring sound of the blade could be heard behind him as his legs burned trying to run faster, the blade drew closer as Thrall stumbled forward diving to the left the blade clipped by tearing at his ear just barely missing his head, MOVE! He thought to himself, his legs pushed him forward still somehow moving him as he drew closer to the tower, he could see groups of orcs in the training ground practicing there forms and he called out but the distance was too much as they heard nothing, ignoring the pain Thrall ran forward coming to the front entrance to the grounds as the circular burning blade took him through the chest. Thrall was turned over by unseen hands as he felt his life leaving him, opening his eyes one last time he stared up at the dark nightelf before him, its eyes covered by some sort of cloth, but looking into its eyes was not needed to feel the rage burning from it, the sheer hatred eminating from the creature was unfathomable as Thrall took his last breath.

Thrall screamed jumping from his bed in a cold sweat, just a dream he thought to himself, but it had felt so real. Walking to the cabinet across the room he studied the fine intricitly carved wolves throughtout the cedar, dressing himself in a black leather training shirt with brown woolen pants he decided against his armor but after that dream he strapped his warhammer to his side. A plate of food was left out by his bedside still stemming, spiced wine finished off the meal, the farms were producing well as the city being built began to flourish.
Thrall stepped fourth from the grand hall at the entrance to the black tower shading his eyes from the beaming sun over the mountainside. Thrall walked through the merchant district traders selling clothes and goods ranging from bone chimes to gilded swords that would have been useless in battle, a blacksmith was the place for weaponry. Thralls walk led him to the training ground where a group of orcs surrounded Orgrim and Grom groundfighting. Grom was stretching his right leg around the back of the older orcs neck reaching for a triangle choke, Orgrim realizing that grom was going for a finishing move so used his sheer strength lifting the smaller orc in the air as grom locked his right foot into the back crook of his left knee completing the triangle choke, the wind however left him as orgrim smashed grom to the ground, Orgrims breath was leaving him as well as he brought Grom up then down again and again till they both collapsed in a heap of each others sweat. Cheers rose from the crowd as Thrall chuckled to himself continuing on walking throughout the barracks watching other duels chatting with orcs reminiscing of battles won, some of the younger groups chanting his name as he walked by, others yelling long live durotar.
His walk led him through a forested path where in the distance he seen Furel talking to a group of younger trolls showing them different points on the body which were vital, Thrall strode up to the trolls as they turned falling to one knee bringing their right fists to hearts, one of the trolls stepped forward, “the Shadow Blade clan stands ready warchief.”
“Shadow Blade Clan that will be all for today, you are dismissed till tomorrow when we will begin underwater training” called Furel, the trolls dispersed as Furel walked up to Thrall clasping his hand.
“Im pleased to see some trolls have learned the errors of their ways” said Thrall
“Its killing Kilrogg that I have brought some of the younger trolls to my side to learn the art of ninjitsu, with my training them you will have yourself a clan of shadow fighters I promise you that brother”
“My thanks Furel, I feel like we will be needing them, I sense a coming storm over the horizon.”
“I feel it as well Thrall , it feels as if fate is spinning us all into a storm that will destroy everything in its path,”
“I have fought too hard to bring the orcs back to prosperity and I will not abandon them now”
“nor I Thrall my blade goes where you need it,”
“Thank you Brother”
The Night air was warm as Thrall stared at the full moon, Orgrim, Grom, Furel and he had drank an ate till his belly had been stuffed, he could still here laughter and the sounds of singing as he blew the candles out laying in his bed, he cursed under his breath not being able to shake the feeling something was going to happen. His mind wondered off thinking about the dream he had the night before, the Nightelf looked like he had so much hate in him, but why he thought to himself and why bring that hatred against me, I haven’t even seen you before, are you the one trapped in the dark labyrinth. Questions plagued Thrall as he fell into another restless sleep.
The figure crept up the blacktowers long stairways heading for the orcchiefs quarters, he was met by first by a large orc patrolling the stairs, but the orc was caught by surprise as his two short throwing axes came from behind his back slicing downwards on each side of the orcs neck, he stepped over the orc wrenching the blades free. Taking the last flight of stairs up to the warchiefs quarters he slid up to a corner peering out at the two orcs at the front of the warchiefs doors, he stepped out of the shadows walking forward the axes leaving his hands landing in the foreheads of the orcs..
Thrall awoke to the sounds of someone slipping his door closed, he leapt to his feet calling for the gaurds but got no response. Thrall rushed from his room almost falling over the bodies of the two gaurds propped against the wall blood still pooling around them, rushing back into his room lighting a torch looking around his room his eyes fell to the chest which had been picked open and torn through, “No!” he screamed as he ripped through the chest searching for the blue orb which was nowhere to be found.
Thrall, Grom, and Orgrim stood at the stableyard with hundreds of orcs and trolls standing at attention awaiting orders, word had reached out that an artifact of utmost importance had been stolen and must be recovered. Furel came running up with the Sahdow blade clan close behind him, “Kilroggs gone along with most of the clans of trolls,”
“ then we shall chase him to the ends of the earth if need be,” replied Thrall, “ gather yourselves orcs and trolls, we hunt!”

[BretBabineau]

Chapter 8


Drade Frostmourne stormed through the dark corridor, deep beneath the city streets of Stormwind, he kicked his foot off the cells bar’s, “wake up witch!” Jaina Proudmoore slowly walked to the front of the cell raising her head proudly, the enchantments on the cells prevented her from using magic,
“For someone who despise the use of magic you certainly use enough of it yourself, your armor, this cell, betraying your own beliefs, almost humorous Drade,”
“I use what must be used in the prevention of magic witch, now I will be kind enough to offer you one more chance to tell me where the boy is, come now Jaina we have destroyed the last of your so called rebellion, you and your father were to weak to lead, we humans were a failing race until I took reign and I will be the one to bring the humans to their rightful place,”
“You are bringing yourself to your rightful place, you care nothing for the people!”
“I have brought peace to this land!”
“You have brought nothing but bloodshed!” screamed Jaina,
“I do what needs to be done witch, regardless of how much blood needs to be spilled along the way,”
“And what of your plan to enslave the orc race and use them for your war, did the orcs prove too much for you Drade?” Drade walked the length of the cell remembering the orc shaman,
“The orc’s are a stupid race that will fall under my bootheel soon enough, now before I lose my patience where is your child, where is the renegade Arthas’s son?”
“You will never have my son Drade, it’s as simple as that you are a fool to ever think I would give him up,”
“Then here is where you shall stay until you do tell me where he is witch, Guards double her punishments.” The sounds of a cracking whip could be heard as Drade made his way out of the lower levels, he would have the boy by any means necessary and the boys power would be his to control.

The Bloodcross Guards initiation test was beginning as Drade burst into the main citadel, one man every half year was brought into the elite ranks of the Bloodcross Guard. There were six men left over from the hundreds, some couldn’t make it through the first few months, others died. Drade was furious as he walked to the group of newcomers about to begin there final testing, “new idea first to draw blood from me is welcomed into the ranks” called Drade drawing his sword, before the men knew what was happening the closest one to Drade fell to his sword through the stomach, the others realizing it wasn’t a trick scattered drawing their swords, Drade simply walked to the middle of the group giving them every advantage he could think of, one of the men lunged in but his sword was flicked away with ease as Drade’s blade moved with his parry piercing the mans heart, another jumped in thinking this would have been his opportunity but Drade simply stepped aside bringing his blade across the mans throat, “then there were three” called Drade, all three men attacked together as Drade went from stance to stance deflecting their blades. Drades style of fighting was a more slower gracefull style, he flowed from one move to the next like water, every move to perfection, every person or thing that had stepped before Drade’s sword had fallen except for the orc shaman who had burned his memory into Drade’s brain. He split their middle dividing the three men, twisting he pulled one of the men in front of him as the other two men’s blades came in stabbing the heart of their comrade, the smaller of the two remaining men pulled his blade free as the other was caught in shock at killing his friend, the shock however did not last long as Drade’s sword took him across the face. “Now do you still wish to join our elite ranks after seeing this?”
“There is nothing more in the world for me other then this Lord Frostmourne”” replied the man,”
“Very good young one, now witness the true power and see why we are feared throughout the lands,” Drade opened the blood red cross hanging from his neck, drinking deeply from it he could feel his body come alive, then the orc blood hit him like a wave, the bloodlust in him raged as he struggled to control it, drinking too much could send you into madness or even kill, Drade could feel his strength growing, his senses became so much clearer as the thirst for battle became overwhelming, he tossed the man his cross and motioned for him to drink, the man slowly tipped the cross into his mouth feeling the orc blood slide down his throat. The first time for someone was always insanity, the man screamed with rage as his eye’s turned bloodred like Drade’s had, with no control over his body the man lunged after Drade swinging his fists hoping like mad to catch something, but Drade was all grace, floating in the void of bloodlust, the years of training mastering control of his body and mind while enraged. Drade caught the man’s throat with his hand slamming him against the wall lifting him off the ground, the man yelled and spat clawing at the much too powerful hand futily, struggilling to breath the man started getting weaker as Drade’s hand kept the man from getting any air, on the verge of death Drade let the man slide to the ground. “Welcome to the Blood Cross Guard.”

With the man recovering in his room Drade addressed the council,
“Drade you have gone too far this time, we cannot allow to do whatever pleases you at the moment,” said one of the oldest of the ten founders,
“If anyone has a problem with what I just did they can take it up with my sword, they were weak and didn’t deserve to even know we exist,”
“no one can match you with swords Drade you would have done the same to us in battle, all we are saying is of late your rash decisions are ending in more bloodshed then anticipated, what with you gone for months on end in your campaign for the enslavement of the orc race only to return with the black tower lost and in the hands of the orcs,”
“The orcs have proven more resilient then I had believed but that mistake will not be made again, Jaina’s rebellion hits harder each day time is of the importance, we must widen are search for the child he must be found for the salvation of the human race, I want eye’s and ear’s everywhere, my attention must be kept here at the moment to deal with the rebellion so I want a bloodcross guard in every town and village, with the boy found and under my control the rebellion and the orc race will be lambs for the slaughter.



Chapter 9


It had felt like forever since Talon’s feet touched grass, years since he had been able to look into the sky, everything smelled so alive and refreshing, the sun’s warmth beaming down on him and the sounds of the forest calling in his ears, the first time in ages he felt alive.
Talon walked along a path he had traveled on for years, the path which led him to Syrin’s favorite place. A pool of shining blue water sat at the base of a waterfall that looked as if it poured from heaven. Talon reached out to the waterfall letting the water pour over his hands, the water icy cold made him realize how much of existence he was really missing out on, how many of the most simplistic things in this world were taken for granted.
The snapping sound brought Talon out of his trance, he turned staring at the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Syrin walked down the path in a flowing gown of purple silk, Talon stared in disbelief, this was impossible, he had found her dead century’s ago, “Syrin how is this possible?” he called out, she gave no answer as she walked closer, Talon’s heart started to race as memories came flooding in, every sensation in his body was overloaded with emotion as he noticed Syrin’s body starting to change, her skin became darker, her eye’s a deep red, her body becoming decrepid as she screamed lunging forward pushing Talon over the edge and into the icy water. Talon flailed his hands uselessly hoping to grab a hold of something but underwater hands kept pulling him down, he could feel his strength dropping as he struggled for the surface, the hands were merciless as they kept pulling him deeper and deeper leaving no room for escape, Talon’s lungs burned for air as his strength completely left him and he let his body go limp, no more hate, no more revenge, no more anything he thought to himself as he let the hands pull him into a dark abyss.
Then there was one more hand not coming from below but above larger and more powerful, pulling him up and out of the dark depths. Talon’s body exploded from the water, the hand heaving him too the cool grass, Talon spewing water from his mouth wheezing getting air into his lungs looked up into the cold eye’s of the largest orc he had ever seen, but there wasn’t anger and murderous rage that he had expected to see on the face of an orc, but a smile,
“Your almost out nightelf, don’t give up now.”
Talon was up in a second screaming into the darkness, dreaming he thought to himself, but what kind of dream feels so real, and what kind of orc smiles. Talon’s senses came back to him realizing he was still in the underdark, his sense of smell raged as he remembered he was in the deadswamps, he had passed through this place on his way to the dragon, he had called it the deadswamps because the smell reminded him of dead bodies, the putrid smell was enough to make a person pass out and with Talon’s enhanced senses it was truly horrifying, but Talon’s training would not let him lose focus.
Talon gathered himself feeling the ice diamond around his neck, this was his key out of here he thought to himself, he just had to get it to the deathknight. Talon continued on his way pushing himself onward through the swamps, he knew it would be a couple day trip through the swamp so he kept a regular persons sprinting pace to make the journey a faster one anxious to get clear of this place. By the second day he could feel the need for a rest but pushed onward knowing he was close to the end of the swamps and he could sleep once he was out, only a few more hours and I can leave this place in the past, Talon pushed himself faster thinking of putting the swamps behind him in an hour when his Sisawindari began to glow, Talon stopped short flipping the ring’s into his hands, all around him the swamps bubbled and spewed rancid swamp water as murlocish creatures covered in mud began crawling out of the depths surrounding him, the stench from the creatures was unbearable, there long scaly arms dragged along the ground and their webbed hands and claws dripped what looked to be acid. More and more began pouring out of the swamp from everywhere, he could feel the anticipation of his weapons as he brought his hands up. Talon felt the ice diamond beat against his chest as the swamp creatures crawled closer, ice tendrils shot from the diamond in all directions, whipping the tendrils wrapped around the creatures leaving them lifeless in a coffin of ice, wave after wave of the creatures were stopped in their tracks with the ice tendrils snapping at them until eventually it was the creatures running away futilly trying to make it to the safety of there swamp but caught short before they could make it by an icy death,
Talon’s Sisawindari stopped glowing as the ice diamond became still, he could feel the disappointment in his weapon and felt disappointment in himself, there was no honor in this weapon he thought grabbing the diamond from his neck and placing it into his pouch with the half empty green vile.
His journey led him from the swamps and back into the wastelands of the underdark, his body ached dreaming of a time when he was free, dreaming on a time when he hadn’t needed to rely on others such as the DeathKnight, he knew what he was doing was wrong but he didn’t care, all that mattered was getting out of this place and exacting his revenge on all of the world, he had tried to be a fair and just person in his past life but all it had brought him was a pain in his heart and soul he could never recover from, a pain that could never be satisfied except when he fought, when he fought there was nothing else, only him and his enemy, it was the art of survival and he was the master of it, everything and everyone who had challenged him had fallin and with the Sisawindari he had even surpassed the power of the great Illidan stormrage, becoming a god when he put the blades together, a god that could never be stopped until his appetite for destruction was satisfied, Talon smiled to himself thinking of the one thing that made him happy, Revenge.

[BretBabineau]

Chapter 10



“I want camp set up here!” spat Kilrogg. It had been a long and tedious journey that day traveling through the dense forest, Kilrogg tapped his foot impatiently waiting for his tent to be set up, his nerves had been on edge since the day of his departure and with good reason having the large army on his heels with the Orc shaman Thrall leading the way. Kilrogg had disobeyed his orders to stay as a spy for the Orc warlock Kuldan for dreams of his own conquest. If he could free and control the Nightelf demon hunter he would reign supreme with both the Orc warlock and Orc Shaman kissing his feet.
When his quarters were ready he sent for his five generals and stepped inside, a warm fire lit the tent burning large enough for Kilrogg to feel the heat right away. Tossing back a jug of wine he sat himself on his cot, he knew they were getting close to Xayarien pass but he had to move faster if what he had been dreading might be true , but of course Thrall wouldn’t send him, he was too young and it didn’t matter how good one troll might be Kilrogg had about three thousand trolls in his camp, Thrall would need to bring an army himself if he wanted the orb back and hopefully a large enough army that would slow him enough for Kilrogg to get to the pass first. The Troll chief laughed to himself as his generals came in, “sit, sit” called Kilrogg, “I have come to a decision….Thrall isn’t fast enough to catch us, however as stupid as it sounds he may have sent the ShadowBlade clan after us, more importantly he may have sent Furel Wolfsbane after us,” murmers of disgust were heard throughout the tent as Kilrogg continued, “ we have to move faster, which means us six will go on alone once daybreak comes, we will leave the army to meet us there and hopefully free the Nightelf before we are caught.”
“ We are taking a great risk following you Kilrogg, you promised us the world and right now all we feel like are thieves hiding in the night?” the oldest general called speaking up,
“The world will be ours we just have to make it to the pass and open the gate,”
“easier said then done when you have a ninja tracking you that kills as easily as he breathes,”
“and that is why we will move faster if its just us six,” Kilrogg replied
“which will leave us more vulnerable if we are found”
“If it eases your mind any when Furel started his pathetic ShadowBlade clan I placed a double agent into his ranks, we will know what they know,”
“Very well Kilrogg we will prepare for the morning,” the generals took their leave giving Kilrogg time to think on the coming storm, he would either have everything or lose his head, quite the gamble he laughed to himself.
They were Black blurs bouncing from tree limb to tree limb making their way through the dense forest. Furel landed softly crouching atop a thin branch sitting on his heels, he had to move slower for the other ninja apprentice to keep up but for his plan to work he needed the other Troll. As he had predicted they were right on the rebel Trolls heels pointing to a sentry leaning on the tree below them, Furel had left the rest of his clan about a day’s journey behind and with Thrall a good ten day’s behind. Thrall had needed Furel to slow the Troll army to try and catch up so Furel put together some very nasty poisons planning on using it in the Trolls water supply, a few drops in the barrels would slow the Trolls to a crawl.
Furel motioned for Veruk the other Troll to be quiet as Furel dropped from the tree, he landed sitting on the man’s shoulders his legs wrapped around the Trolls neck, Furel whipped backwards flipping the Troll head first into the ground. Furel and Veruk made their way to the perimeter of the encampment watching the routines of the Troll gaurds waiting for the perfect moment Furel signaled for them to use the blow guns he had made for them, the poison in the darts would take seconds to work if struck in the throat, Furel was fast enough to blow three darts before his first hit its mark, but Veruks aim was off hitting his mark in the chest, the Troll wavered about too scream when Furels foot took him across the face, as the Troll fell Furel went with him hand covering mouth knee pushed into the Trolls throat, the landing silenced the Troll permanently.
Furel and Veruk hid the bodies from sight then Furel took Veruk aside, “as I had thought there are too many Trolls to pinpoint where Kilrogg is, you must make your way back to Thrall and tell him there is a ravine before Xayarian pass and I shall take Kilrogg there from above, go now.” Furel moved on alone hiding in shadows, ducking in tents, blending with his surroundings till he found the water caravans, there was a pack of Trolls laughing chatting with each other unaware of the deadly shadow watching them, out of the darkness he sprinted forward his hand flipping out in an arc, four throwing stars leaving his hand, each star hit its mark In the throat, the last Troll stared in disbelief at his comrades choking on their own blood, Furel was a blur flipping over the Troll his rope noose snagging around the Trolls neck, Furel snapped his hand causing the Troll too fall to its knees, Furel shot forward pulling at the same time bringing the Trolls face into his knee.
Veruk doubled around heading back into the Troll camp, he took off his veil making his way to the centre of the camp, a few Troll guards grabbed him spears to throat, “I am a double agent for the great Kilrogg Deadeye,” called Veruk pulling a parchment from his belt signed by Kilrogg, the Trolls agreed bringing Veruk to the warchiefs tent spears still at his throat. With Kilroggs permission Veruk entred,
“What news have you brought me Veruk I was right thinking they had sent the ShadowBlade after us,”
“Kilrogg sir, Furels plans are to take you in the ravine before Xayarian pass, he plans to take you from above,” replied Veruk,
“Very well done, we shall have a special surprise for Furel waiting at the top of the ravine giving us the opportunity to pass through,” Kilrogg laughed, “I shall have my demon hunter and have Furels head on a pike soon, then none shall stand in my way!”

Ch 11

Talons Journey took him from the wretched deadswamps back into the barren wastelands of the underdark, it was all a horrible nightmare but he was happy to be away from that vile smell.
Anticipation burned in him as he sprinted across the wasteland, he could feel it in his soul that this was it, he would soon be free, who cares if the deathknight has the ice diamond and reigns down here, as long as he was free what would it matter.
The land grew more and more familier as Talon recognized that he was getting close to where he had first met the deathknight, he had to slow his pace because of the rocky cliff faces, after all he had been through falling off a cliff to his death would have been laughable. The pathway began spiriling downwards heading deeper into the dark abyss, this was it Talon thought to himself almost home.
Teron Gorefiend, the name was dreaded throughout the second war, to see his face brought death. Hios touch was decay, where he walked his footprints burned into the ground, the essence of him withered and corroded everything around him like a poison that seeped from his body.
His hand slid out, long dark nails pushed the old mans head up burning a fingerprint into the man’s chin, “ah prophet, how are we doing today, stll unhappy about being my prisoner, well you should have thought of that before sending your soul here yo deliver your pathetic message of hope, there is no hope down here only death and decay,” came the deathknights raspy voice,
“there is always hope teron, even in the underdark, one just has too look that much harder to find it”
“but look at yourself now, was it worth it prophet , was he worth it, you have sacrificed yourself for a madman,”
“he has to believe there is more to life then revenge, he has to believe not everyone murdered his family,”
“one in the same prophet, he truly believes everyone can be corrupted therefore must die, he is insane and by giving hope for escape qwill only provide him with the determination that he will have his revenge, you are a fool old man and I will be the one to destroy your false prophecy, Talon Blademoon will die, and your soul shall be trapped here forever.”
Talon carefully edged his way around the bend, the air much colder then before signaled he was getting deeper, he remembered when he first came to this place, why had he saved the old man, his body just moved without him thinking, its not like he cared it just happened. The last bend brought him in front of the giant crater from before, in the centre stood the deathknight atop his darkhorse and what seemed to be a fair sized number of undead behind him. Talon brought himself down the craters edge to come face to face with the deathknight,
“you’ve brought friends , I hope you aren’t planning on wavering on our deal because it will take more then them to stop me from taking your head,”
“you have the ice diamond?”
“of course deathknight”
“I would have loved to have seen Slypheron fall that day, he has been a thorn in my side for too long,”
“the dragon fought honorably and his death will not be forgotten, now if you don’t mind I’ve been in this hell for far too long and my patience is wearing thin,”
“ah but of course demon hunter, give me the diamond and I will show you the way out,”
“you must take me for a fool deathknight”
“well I didn’t want for it too come to this so soon but if it must,” Teron’s hand shot up a green field of energy surrounding Talon, “tell me Talon, did you satisfy your hunger with the green vile I gave you,? I supplemented that energy Talon and I can take it away!” yelled Teron, the green energy seeped from Talon into Teron’s hand, Talon could feel starvation hit him hard as all his energy left him, his body grew thinner from not having eaten in months, Talon fell backwards not being able to even hold up his own weight, Teron stepped forward each footstep burning into the cracked stone, his fist hammered into Talon’s face sending him face first into the wasteland floor, his hand reached for the sisawindari but was kicked away by Terons hard boot, the deathknight reached through Talons puch retrieving the diamond, “my thanks hunter, you have played your part well,” Teron called pulling himself atop his Darkhorse and turning away, “but now it is time for you to die, oh but not an honorable death at the hands of me, but a pathetic death at the hands of my undead servent’s, hahaha pathetic talon, a Demon Hunter starved and weak devoured by the undead hahhaa,” the deathknights dry laugh could be heard as he disappeared into the darkness.
Talon stumbled, dragging himself along the ground, his stomach felt like it would devour itself he felt so hungry, the undead minions turned spotting their prey, this was not the way for a true warrior to go he thought to himself, how could he have been so stupid, it was the century’s of being down here that made him drop his guard hoping for some way out of here, he reached out grabbing a hold of one sisawindari barely being able to lift it, flinging it from his hand as hard as he could the blade fell to the ground harmlessly, all he could do was crawl away as the undead got closer and closer, he could hear their slow moving feet as he tried pulling himself up the craters edge, it was useless he was trapped. Their lifeless hands came closer reaching out for him when he heard the faint flapping noise, one of the undead minions grabbed a hold of his face bringing it closer and closer to its teeth when the ice beam ripped through the wall, wrammm! The full force of the ice dragons body crashed through the swarm of undead bodies , his tail swung right from left sending bodies flailing through the air, his claws tore through rotted flesh, one swipe sending a pack of bodies into pieces, an ice ball exploded in the midst sending frozen pieces of death everywhere, Slypheron flapped his massive wings bringing him into the air, a few minions held on but a quick shake sent them bouncing off the ground, charging up with an ice wave he blew freezing everything in its wake.
Talon brought his head slowly up barely being able to hold its weight, he hadn’t known what happened but knew exactly who it was when he looked into the cold blue eys of the Ice Dragon before darkness overtook him once again.

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Ch. 12


Furel knew that time was of the utmost importance and that was why after he had poisoned the trolls water enough to make them sick but not kill, he had gone on alone, he knew kilrogg must have broken off from his army to travel faster and that was why he had to leave his shadowblade clan behind. The generals war room he had been in had helped him greatly with the surrounding lands, his plan was to try and cause a cave in on of the ravines he had memorized, hopefully destroying the orb in the process along with kilrogg. Hopefully Thrall would leave his army behind in time to make it to xayarian pass, Furel admitted to himself this would have been the first time he needed help, Kilrogg had survived many wars which meant he was a considerable enemy not to mention he had the other five generals with him, all deadly fighters, none in a class of his own but together could prove very challenging. His only hope by himself would be to make it too the ravine before them an set up his trap.
Thrall sat with his legs crossed atop a large boulder in a clearing facing the way to xayarian pass, Thrall using his far seer abilities calmed his mind, a vision of the clearing came into his mind, then like a bird he flew across the land passing forests and lakes, the far seer ability worked by need alone, he need to see what was ahead of him, where the troll army was an where the shadowblade clan was. The vision stopped finally at an army of trolls making their way slowly forward towards the pass, moving pass the army his vision swept past his young assassin sprinting across the land, then finally stopping at the smaller bad of trolls making their way through a dense forest moving much faster then their larger army left behind. Thrall called his generals to him, “bad news Kilrogg has broken off from his army and has taking his generals and about a hundred other trolls with him, their moving a lot quicker then expected leaving Furel with no other option but to leave his clan behind and go on by himself, we must break off ourselves, tell your clans to follow to the pass, while we go on ourselves, there is no time to waste if we are to catch kilrogg.
With their dire wolves saddled Thrall, Orgrim and Grom flew across the grassland, Thralls thick black hair blew with the wind as Snowsong surged forward. “You know Thrall,” Grom called riding up too his orc brother, “its not your fault the orb was lost, what just because it would take a hammer to the skull to wake you doesn’t mean it was your fault, I mean two orcs murdered outside your door and you don’t even flinch, but don’t worry its not your fault” Orgrim bellowd out a laugh as Grom slapped Thrall across the arm, “come on Thrall don’t worry about it, think about what you’ve accomplished, you’ve freed your orc brothers from slavery, you’ve made a home for us and right now the only threat to us is a half drunk troll hahahaha please Thrall wake me up when you need someone dead worthy of my axe.”
“If the nightelf is awakened you shall have your fight Grom,”
“good its been awhile since I’ve had myself a true fight,”
“and what of the paladins surrounding you in the battle for the black tower?” chuckled Thrall,
“Please I had them exactly where I wanted them till you had to steal the kills for yourself,”
“hahah, I would have cherished seeing Grom wetting his pants because of a few paladins,” barked Ogrim,
“Never!” Growled Grom,
“oh and what about in the interment camp fight with almost planting your axe in my forehead, I never slapped you for that one,”
“ I was taking the Knight that was coming from behind you old orc, the man was making enough noise to wake the dead and you were oblivious Orgrim, looks like that old age is catching up too you,”
“say’s the orc getting pelted with ice shards if it wasn’t for me you would have been fried young orc,”
“Ha we wouldn’t have been ambushed if we hadn’t been coming to your aid,” laughed Grom
“well if I hadn’t united our clans you would have both been slaves to the human nation so I win.” They all burst out laughing as was case whenever they brought up old battles.
“This is serious though isn’t it Thrall?” asked Grom
“The thing I’m fearing the most right now Grom is battling the troll army, they don’t know what their doing, their only following orders, we need to be united with the trolls not against them, Kilrogg is power hungry and he is going to lead his troops to their deaths, I have a plan but it involves Furel standing up to the trolls and making them see whats right”
“he’s not that type of person Thrall, he’s a lone wolf, he pulls the strings from the shadows, he doesn’t want power, he’s your silent assassin when all else fails, you have to take control Thrall, find a way to make the trolls listen, your meant for the frontlines, your meant to lead and they will have to see it that way if we are all to find peace.” Replied Orgrim,
“ah but there never will be peace there is always something and I’m sorry but I love it, right now this is my peace, I know we might be charging to our deaths, but that’s what makes me feel alive the most, going into battle not knowing if this is the last,” said Grom,
“I know our people will always have the bloodlust, and I know the thrill of war, but we can always satisfy our appetite of battle in the ring without having to drive other race’s to extinction,” replied Thrall
“what if its another race that tries to bring us to extinction?” asked Grom
“If other races want to walk through fire be my guest, get burned” Replied Thrall leaving all three orc’s laughing.
After covering leagues of ground the orc’s finally came to a thick dense forest, “what can we do now, this forest will take forever to make our way through,” said Grom
“I am a shaman Grom you forget, the gods grant me the powers of the world when needed, with the power of earth I can tear us a path through this forest, I just hope I have enough strength to make it the entire way through,” with that Thrall closed his eyes, the ground began to rumble as Thrall directed the flows of earth in front of them, the ground began to lift splitting down the middle pushing trees and roots to the side leaving them with a dirt path large enough for their wolves to continue their sprint. With Thrall in front ripping them a trail the orc’s easily sped through the dense forest making their way closer and closer to the renegade troll.


Ch 13


Furels muscles ached as he pushed himself through the night, while Kilrogg and his trolls slept he would push past them to make it to the ravine before xaynarin pass, his idea was simple in plan but should be effective, if he could cause an avalanche from above it would hopefully destroy the passing trolls and block off the rest from making it through, and hopefully Thrall would be the hammer pinning them in, his grudge wasn’t with the trolls but if they needed to be stopped before they unleashed something far worse then he would do what he had to do, and if his ultimate plan came to fruition then he wouldn’t have to do anything at all. Breaking through the tall grass he came upon an old broken statue, looking to be a monument of ages past, the figure looked to be of a man pointing his sword skyward, Furel spat running past he would show no respect for the humans, they had killed his mentor and would pay for their racist sin’s. The grassland had ended at the statue and a vast wasteland began to unfold, he was hoping to make it too the ravine before sun up but he was wary of this wasteland, something didn’t feel right.
The mission was the only thing that mattered though, his life or his worries didn’t matter, so the young ninja continued through the wasteland in hopes he would make it to the ravine by first light to set his trap.
Furel picked up his pace, his nerves had been on edge since starting through this place, he had heard tales of giant thunder lizards and mammoth scorpions that roamed wastelands, nothing scared Furel he loved to fight its just scorpions made him sick to his stomach, he had been attacked by a swarm of them when he was six and they had left him poisoned for months. Furel laid himself to the ground putting his sharp ears to the earth listening for vibrations, the faint thudding came from the left about ten minutes away, had to be a thunder lizard he thought to himself no scorpion would make that much noise, then he caught through the thudding the sharp clicking sound of a scorpion coming towards him from the front, there was no sense trying to go around the thing smelled food and it wouldn’t give up, he need to find better ground to fight it. Finding a large boulder he slipped behind it fitting his blade with poison, he also brought out his blow gun, whatever helped to slow it down would be an advantage he would need. Without warning the large scorpion tail snapped over the boulder searching for flesh, the huge stinger missing him by inchs, with dust kicking in the air Furel rolled along the side of the boulder the tail following snapping back and forth hoping to puncture something, Furel dove from the cover of the rock giving him full view of the giant scorpion, before the beast could turn to see him three blowgun spikes hit it centre mass in the chest. Furel drew his blade, the sound of his sword drawing from its sheathe always made him smile, the scorpion turned to face its prey but seen nothing as Furel was already above it jumping through the air, landing with his sword coming down the beast let out a high pitched squeal as his sword pierced its back, the scorpion shot to the left shaking Furel from its back, Furel rolled with the fall, his hand flicked as throwing stars flew from his hands sticking into the giants neck, he could tell the poison was working as he brought his blade up shooting forward, snapping back and forth Furel deflected the stinger moving his blade smoothly from side to side, he rolled forward putting himself right in front of the beasts face, close to the pinchers but too close for the beast to use its tail, the scorpion brought its pinchers in to grab hold of Furel but he shot his legs out in the splits motion pushing the pinchers away then swinging his blade in an upward arc through the bottom of the scorpions face, the beast collapsed putrid purple blood spilling from its mouth.
The journey had been hard but as daylight broke Furel found himself at the ravine, he made the climb as quickly as possible but his muscles were by this time raging. Midday came and finally Furel reached the top, looking down at the pass Furel smiled to himself looking at the way Kilrogg would need to come if he hoped to reach xaynarian pass.

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Ch 14

Talon tasted the faint smell of food through his nose, his body shot awake lunging for the food placed before him, he ravaged the meal like it would be his last. His body looking thinner and decreped barely giving him the energy he needed to eat the food, looking to his left the twin sisawindari’s sat beside him, he breathed a sigh of relief not remembering what had takin place before his memories flooded back to him, “why save me dragon?” slypheron stepped from the shadows his massive body towering over Talon,
“the darkness has changed you nightelf, but there is still hope for the fallen, I was saved in ages past, maybe I can do the same here,”
“I left you for dead dragon, who says I won’t do it again,”
“In you condition I don’t think you’ll be leaving anyone for dead but yourself, you cant even walk let alone use those blades of yours,” Talon paused looking down
“I am in your dept dragon,”
“then as payment help me retrieve the ice diamond before Teron learns the full extent of its power,”
“the Deathknight, hahahah, the deathknight is finished, dead you hear me no one…..NO One! ever deceives me and lives to brag about it, you can have your diamond but the deathknight is mine!”
you will need to regain your strength quickly…….I still don’t know your name nightelf?”
“It’s Talon, and trust me I won’t need much of my strength to deal with him,”
“are these he legendary sisawindari?” asked Slypheron
“you’ve heard of them?”
“I’ve been around for awhile Talon no wonder I didn’t stand a chance against you,”
“There are none who can stand against me when the sisawindari are brought together,”
“then how were you trapped in here if you had so much power at your fingertips?”
“never let your guard down dragon, or trust anyone,”
the dragon paused slowly thinking to himself, “ sounds like a very sad life to never trust anyone,”
“never trust anyone dragon, not even me, now how dangerous is this ice diamond?”
“If he decifers the true powers of the ice diamond he could freeze the air in our lungs in an instant and that’s just some of the basics,”
“why didn’t you stop him when you had it?”
“I was the protector of the diamond I could never unlock its true power, we will only have a few days before Teron unlocks its secrets so hopefully youll be ready by then, I shall hunt for more food for you, until then rest Talon conserve your strength,”
“its funny dragon the deathknight has no idea of the hell he has unleashed.”
Teron Gorefiends raspy laugh echoed throughout the dark corridors of the massive stone castle he had called home throughout the time he had been trapped, he didn’t consider the underdark a trap though, he rather enjoyed the death and decay this place represented, he felt like fate had brought him to this place to rule over all the beings sent here over time, and with the ice diamond finally in his hands nothing would stop him, he personally thought the nightelf would have givin him more of a challenge but if the fool actually thought he could trust a deathknight he deserved his fate.
The prophet looked frail chained to the dark stone wall, “so prophet the prophecies were deemed untrue and it looks as if your fabled demon hunter has fallen how absolutely delightful,”
“you lie deathknight,”
“oh really prophet and what of this,” called teron bringing forth the ice diamond,
“then it is true, the nightelf has perished and my visions were false, you have done something terrible Teron, you have ripped apart the hands of fate, so much hangs in the balance and you treated it as a game!”
the dry cackling of the deathknight could be heard throughout the halls, “you act as if I care at all about fate or destiny, this is my fate, my destiny, to ruin his fate, to rule over the underdark with the ice diamond!”
“Release my soul from here deathknight you don’t need me here,”
“no no you’ll stay just where you are for all of eternity prophet hahaahahah.”

The days passed with the deathknight futilly trying to unlock the full potential of the ice diamond when the sound of wings flapping caught his attention, “it cant be……if that fool nightelf didn’t finish Slypheron off ill resurrect him just to torture him.”
Teron jumped to his darksteed racing through the dark corridors of his inner sanctum when the ice beam ripped through the walls, his darksteed barely had time to recover its pace racing for open ground when another ice beam ripped apart the ceiling around him, Teron had had enough , he let loose with death and decay tearing apart his own castle walls just so he could see his enemy, reveled to him was something more terrible then he could imagine, riding atop the back of the ice dragon was Talon sisawindari in hand. Teron’s hands came together green flames spewing forth in a flash heading directly towards Slypheron, Talon had sensed the flames before they left the deathknights hands and with one hand deflecting the blast his other hand came across, the blade spinning in an arc through the air clipped Teron across his cheek black blood spilling down his rotted face,
“don’t think your getting off that easy deathknight!” screamed Talon,
Slypheron turned in the air towards Teron letting off an ice blast that exploded around Teron as he kicked his deathhorse into motion sprinting through the broken corridors, the dragons ice blasts kept up as he swooped closely behind, the horse no match for the dragons speed stopped dead letting the dragon fly past, the ice diamond coming to life let a wave of ice burst forth just as Slypheron turned catching the full brunt in the chest. Talon tried to warn the dragon but had been too late as the dragons body spun through the air throwing Talon from his perch atop the dragon, Talons body smashed off the ground his body still not at a hundred percent felt the pain ripple through his body, “Slypheron you alright?” he called out but the dragon was nowhere to be seen, Talon felt Teron’s dark blade push up under his chin,
“you fool nightelf, whatever possessed you to believe you were in my class?” the backhandspringed kick took the deathknight across the face, his twin sisawindari clutched in both hands he dove forward, Terons sword came up just in time to start deflecting the rings of death but the nightelf was too fast, as Talon snaked under Teron’s slash to come up across his wrist, knee then chest in three consecutive hits blowing Teron off his feet,
“you broke you word to me Deathknight and in return now I shall break you!” The ice diamond began to glow with power as ice tendrils began shooting from it, Talon sprang back twisting through the air, the ice tendrils snapped at his feet as he dodged left from right breaking into a full sprint, the tendrils wouldn’t stop coming following his every leap, they were right on his back when Slypheron came flying beside him,
“need a lift,” Talon leaped catching hold of the dragon as one of the tendrils just clipped the back of his foot giving him a touch of the freezing death the ice diamond could produce, Slypheron spiraled upward flying through the air climbing higher out of the tendrils reach, with the ice dissipating Slypheron twisted in the air bringing his wings in tight and dove straight down towards Teron who had just climbed back upon his horse, “you wanted him Talon, you got him!” screamed the dragon as they ripped through the air, at the last instant Talon dove off as Slypheron turned upwards, Talons body speared into the deathknightd bringing him off his horse and smashing into the ground causing it to erupt in an explosion around them. Talon flowing with the momentum pushed off Teron’s chest with his hands flipping forward landing on his feet, he turned to face the deathknight embedded in to the ground rubble all around him,
“get up your punishment isn’t over yet!” Talon walked to the fallen deathknight dragging him to his feet, Terons hand hung limp off his wrist where Talon had dug the sisawindari across, his knee and chest spurted black blood as well, Talon threw a side kick into Terons face blowing the deathknight threw the air, with a solid smack into his castle walls the deathknight awoke with pain ripping through his body, if only he had had more time to decipher the diamond he would have been able to crush the nightelf in a second,
“foget the diamond! I have enough power to crush you on my own demon hunter!” Terons hand came up releasing the poison gasses of death and decay tearing through the ground around Talon, the nightelf sprang into action,
“now that’s more like it, do your worst,” Talon flipped from ledge to ledge as the ground everywhere he landed began to decay and rot away, the nightelf was too fast becoming a blur, Teron cursed himself for not finishing the demon hunter when he had the chance as Talons fist took him square in his decreped jaw sending the death knight crashing into the stone floor, “pathetic deathknight I was hoping for somewhat of a battle this day and you have sorely dissapointed me, at least the dragon gave me something to worry about when we fought but you have givin me less of a workout then my son used to give me.”
“you nightelf have no idea of the power I control, the dead themselves listen to my call while you and your flimsy rings have to depend on each other,” a green aura surrounded Teron as the ground began to erupt with skeletal hands ripping from the earth hundreds of hands and bodies crawling out from the depths. Slypheron perched atop one of the castle spires watching the battle unfold saw the undead begin to rise from the ground, charging up he let loose in a large circular wave making an arena around the two combatants preventing the undead from reaching their prey, Slypheron then went to work having some fun of his own, his wings flapped bringing him off the spire, tearing through the air he crashed through the waves of undead, his sharpened ice armor tore through the undead like nothing, ice blasts shook the castle walls as undead spun through the air smashing upon impact, Slypheron ripped through the army of undead as Talon faced the Deathknight himself, there was nowhere for either Teron or Talon to go but to face each other just like the nightelf wanted , “ well looks as if no help will be coming and you will have to face hell head on,”
“your arrogance will be your downfall cant you see I’m already dead, you cant win!” green flames burst from Terons hand reaching for Talon but crashed into the ice behind the nightelf who was in a flash behind Teron, the deathknights elbow came back but Talon was too quick ducking the blow while bringing his leg in a backwards sweep taking the deathknight off his feet, before Teron could realize what happened Talon’s sisawindari was firmly pressed against the deathknights neck, with his free hand Talon ripped the ice diamond from around Terons neck,
“you weren’t even worth the workout I didn’t get from fighting you” Talons sisawindari dove deep tearing through dead flesh severing spinal cord from brain, raising the deathknights head in triumph as the rest of the undead turned to ash’s, the ice diamond glowed with power as Talon turned throwing the severed head into the air, a beam of pure white light shot from the diamond wiping the deathknights head from existence.
“Well I’ve never seen the diamond do that before ,” Slypheron called flying up landing beside Talon,
“hmm” Talon replied seemingly uninterested, “here take your diamond dragon,”
“whats wrong Talon? You won you’ve gotten your revenge,”
“the pathetic deathknight wasn’t worth my revenge and besides im still here aren’t I, I have gained nothing from this entire experience,”
“you will have your freedom demon hunter, if you believe you will,”
“there is unfinished business here dragon, I sense another preseance,”
“how? Where?”
“nothing escapes my senses dragon, come we will see why the deathnight kept him alive,”
“who Talon….kept who alive?” silence was the only response as Talon moved deeper into the castle ruins.

With Slypheron close at his heels Talon ran deeper into the remains of the broken castle, with the stench of death and the foul odor of rotted flesh residing throughtout the castle they ventured farther. The dark castle seemed to go forever but finally Talon stopped at a brick wall putting his hand to it, “the old man is beyond this wall,” with his hand gliding along the wall he found a loose brick pushing it inwards opening the vault reveling a decreped old man chained to the wall. Talon’s blade came free snapping the chains in half dropping the old man into Talon’s arms , he let the man gently sit on the ground,
“I knew you weren’t dead nightelf I knew it,” came the old man’s dry voice,
“why has the deathknight kept you here old man?”
“because I am not just an old man nightelf, I sent my soul to this place in hopes of finding you,”
“me? Why would someone risk coming here to find me?”
“because nightelf you are needed,”
“human you have come to the wrong person if you are looking for help, the only person I will help is myself,”
“funny words nightelf when there are already two people here who you have helped,”
“I owed the dragon a life dept that is now paid, and you are just lucky my curiosity brought me here,”
“ahem….yes of course nightelf your pure evil and all of that, the bottom line is I would not have risked being trapped here forever unless it was the utmost importance that I find you and tell you of the prophecy,”
“you are a prophet?”
“I am many things hunter, but we haven’t much time the troll is coming and if I don’t hurry I could lose you again,”
“troll? What troll…?”
“nightelf!” the old man yelled stopping Talon in mid sentence, “you must find a boy child, trust me you will know him when you see him you must guide him Talon, protect him till he is ready for the final battle,”
“I am not some babysitter I care not for your games!”
“you will not be able to do it yourself, you will need help from a very unexpected ally, if the boy is lost all is lost!” the old man yelled out as his body began to fade until it was finally gone altogether. Slypheron and Talon looked to each other when talon felt himself being slightly pulled, the glowing star began to appear with its ancient runes around it,
“Talon!” Slypheron screamed, “please take me with you!” Talon began to laugh at the foolish notion of compassion,
“don’t make me laugh dragon,”
“please….. I give you my word as a dragon I will be your humble servent anything you wish of me, you want me to destroy I will destroy just please bring me out of this hell!” Slypheron yelled tears of ice filling his eye’s.

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Just wanted to throw out a few more chapters, moving out an not too sure when ill have internet access again, have up too about chapter 20 just not on comp yet so dont worry i will be finishing this book and already have the next book mapped out. Its called A Hunters Reign :)
Hopefully i can get those next chapters out asap, and the fight coming up between Furel and Talon is sweeeeet, :) anyways send replies an let me know what you think, and hopefully ill be able to get a writer to help clean it up.

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Hopin to post more havent had access to internet :evil: