Sargeres
22-05-2009, 08:27 AM
WARNING WARNING LONG STORY, AND MY FIRST NO LESS, DON'T READ ALL AT ONCE
Also, if you see any gramatical errors, or story plot holes, tell me, mostly because I haven't looked it over (12 pages on word you wish I'd edit it...) :ponder:
Btw, this is blood elf heavy, and high elf...so...if you don't like them...yea...read none the less
ch.1 Memory
told from Sylvos...
The warm air sifted through the high elf capital, Silvermoon City. This was roughly 1 year before the scourge swept through these lands. The young prince, Kael’thas walked out of the capital building, his face flushed with pride as he saw his older brother, Prince Kannos’del’thas, Kannos was a man of great knowledge, a fully trained paladin, Kannos was respected by all. “Morrow to the, dear brother” Kael said as he walked beside his brother, “hello Kael, I’m sorry to cut you short, but I must be off, Dalaran has called for me, they require my assistance, and they require it now” Kannos said glibly. “If you must go, let me accompany you, I am a master in the arcane, and you could use a guard” Kael retorted, his robes fluttering in the sudden breeze. Kannos stopped, clearly disturbed, “No. You must stay, if I am to fall, you must become the king in my place, when father dies, you must take the throne.”, “but it is only for a short while, a mere meeting of powers…” Kael retorted. “If you must know, there is a disturbance in Northrend, and I will be going to see what it is, alone, my power is great enough, after all, someone who has trained in both the holy arts of paladin, can truly destroy anything, even the dreaded Lich King, who is now frozen in his throne.” Kannos said sharply. “If you must go, we shall send you some of the Sunwell’s power, just in case….” Kael retorted, “if you must” Kannos said as he walked past his brother, the dull glint for his grey Armour in the light.
That night, Kael bid farewell to his brother, “Good luck dear brother, remember, Glory to the Quel'dorei”. “Glory to the Quel'dorei young brother”. A week later Prince Kannos arrived at Dalaran, which clearly was under tight guard, and a suspicious amount of guards stormed around him. An eerie silence fell over the crowd, the Prince’s Robes covering his light Armour fluttered against his long cloak, which spread to the ground from his shoulders, much like his brother. “what is this, get out of my way curs, I’ve been requested by the High Mages here, to council on the situation in Northrend” the Prince shouted, clearly annoyed. “My apologies Prince Kannos’del’thas Sunstrider, you must be aware, Dalaran is under high alert after the threat from Northrend was realized” one of the guards said as he rose to attention in stead of the Prince. “I understand, now let me pass” Kannos interjected. “First good prince, you must prove to us it is really you” another soldier said nervously. “very well, stand back” The prince said as he lifted his arms into the air as he shot red lightning into the sky, the ripped it into the forest behind him, destroying it instantly, the air became thick with smoke and silt. “Very well, pass” the head guardian mage said quickly as he covered his mouth.
“hello good mage” Kannos greeted the old mage, “hello Kannos, I would love to engage in small talk, but you must be off sooner than expected. The Lich King’s forces have been moving in Northrend, and we fear he could soon pick a body to fill. We’re asking you, to go, with our forces, to Northrend, and slay the evil Lich, before it’s too late” the old high mage said quietly. “it is too dangerous, I shall venture out to Northrend on my own, but I will need to go soon…”. Their conversation ended quickly as Kannos walked quickly out clearly disturbed by the usual calm mage acting so hasty. Kannos continued on his walk through Dalaran, admiring the high elf like structures. “I must pick up my grandfather’s sword, buried with that wicked evil titan out in the maelstrom…I shall take a boat west to the small island, then head north to Kalimdor.”.
The high elf quickly set out on his journey, traveling to the edge of the maelstrom. “These winds are too tough, I will need assistance…” Kannos thought aloud. He quickly chanted something in Thalassian and slowly, the sky darkened and a huge bolt of purple-black lightning streaked across the waters, as he finished the incantation a large dark elemental rose out of the ground, Kannos grinned at his creation, a dark presence sweeping through him. The elemental stretched it’s limb at the water, hurling it into the sea and dredging a large dead arm of the damned titan, it’s decomposing hand holding a large, reddish black sword. “Ahh, the great sword from the days of Dreanor, the cursed Wrath-Bender, just like it’s counter part sword, Frostmourne…”. The days grew long on his voyage to Kalimdor, after all, most information he had was passed down from his ancestors who were banished from kalimdor long ago.
About a week later, he arrived on the dusty shores of Durotar, smoke filled the air, as a high elf, he coughed vigorously, not used to the lack of life here. He summoned his charger quickly, regretting the use of the blood knight magic, believing it's holy purpose lacking substance.
He crossed the dusty wastes of Darter and the barrens too, encountering no one as he went, but always feeling a sense of he was unwelcome. He finally made his was north through barrens and made it to Ashenvale, the moisture in the air choking as he rode, his eyes soon became heavy, as some sort of poison made it's way through his system "what's happening....damnit...this land truly hates my kind...damn you cursed elves of the night!" he said angrily as he fell off his charger, his head hitting the soft grass. Before he passed out, he saw two bluish purple feet coming to him "get..awa-" he stammered then was out.
The next day when he woke up, he found himself in a small room, looking into some trees, as if suspended above the ground, then looked over and saw a young female night elf sitting in an arm chair examining his rune blade Wrath-Bender with distaste. He tried to sit up, soon finding an immense pain in his elven spine. "I wouldn't try that, you are quite ill" the night elf said, with surprising worry. "Why did you take me here, your kind banished mine long ago" he said, his voice dry and weak. "hah, some future king I am, felled by an illness I don't even know about" he said harshly. "Oh you Quel'dorei, full of hatred still? I helped you because it was necessary, but looking at this sword makes me worry, what are you doing here?" she said in that same tone of voice. "It is not meant to harm you, I require the help of your mighty leader Shan' do; Malfurion Stormrage, he for sure will know what to do" Kannos continued, slowly getting up, his height far surpassing that of the young Night elf. "Oh, my apologies, I am Kannos’del’thas, the former soon to be king, after I was accused of practicing the warlock arts, my younger brother shall take the throne, and you are young one?" "I am Elanaria, a druid" she responded, her eyes full of pride as she finished her sentence. "Ah, a druid, doesn't surprise me, to my knowledge, you and the rest of your kind are keen on the druid arts” Kannos grinned. “But, I digress, I must be off, Malfurion is in the Emerald Nightmare, and I don’t know a way of reaching him, I can’t imagine Ysera would be pleased seeing my kind in the-” he was cut off as she said almost annoyed “Emerald Dream, not nightmare dear Prince, the Nightmare is the manifestation of evil in the dream”. “Ah, I see, well, I must be off, unlike you I am not immortal, I must be off” Kannos said as he slung the large sword across his back, his slim elven shoulders bearing the wait easily. “If you will, I must come with you, it will help Malfurion see that your deeds are of good intention, and not of evil” she said, her eyes locking onto his. “If you must, pack armed, he will be hard to find and I have no intention of leaving Kalimdor at the moment” Kannos said as he walked briskly by here out onto the tree and jumped off, his robes opening exposing the shinning crimson-black armour underneath. “Interesting armour you’re wearing Kannos” she said jumping after him, her violet skin become more apparent. “It may not be standard issue here, but I am a proud Blood Knight, benders of the light” he said glaring at her, his eyes filled with an unreasonable distaste. “Yes, I am aware of paladins, the masters of the light, or so they say" she replied calmly. "I do wish I could contact the Windrunners, Sylvannas, Vereesa, and Alleria's, they specialize in tracking, or so I recall" Kannos said. "I can't help but think, are the Quel'dorei correct in our isolation, the avatar believes we're wrong, but, do we truly need the sunwell? Of course, I would not be able to conjure up such powers without" Kannos continued as he mumbled an incantation and brought his hand into the sky, and lifted a tree straight out of the ground, it's massive limbs groaning as he did, he glanced at the young night elf, who was in shock at what she was seeing. "Enough, we must be off, perhaps...perhaps Sylvos can help, the young ranger could be of service, but, he cannot help us now." he finished. "Kannos, how old are you? You seem wiser beyond what you show, surely it is impossible you are immortal" Elanaria asked her eyes filled with suspicion. "Smart girl, I am not immortal, as for my age...let's see, I am-" he was cut off by the sound of lightning lancing across the sky "duck!" he hissed at the girl as he pulled her to forest floor. "Come out here coward! Lest you find yourself on my bad side, and the sharp side of my blade!" Kannos shouted furiously, not liking be interrupted at all. Slowly a mysterious cloaked figured emerged from the shade. "you! what are you..." he never finished. It was the defender of tirisfal, Medivh, "hello good dark knight, I am not here to kill you, I was just checking" he said slowly, letting the words sink in, then continued, "who is this? A young night elf, and two high elves and an orc", "two? you are mistaken old one, it is just I, former successor to my father's throne, well, not really my father, more like my great-great-great etcetera grandson, and as for an orc...", "you! boy! come out here now, along with the orc" he commanded, his voice booming. Silently a thin figure emerged from the shrubs, his face covered with a hood and traveler's cloak. The second was obviously an orc, his strong form hunched over, a large scar. "I should kill you where you stand, but to elude me for so long, has saved you for now, now, what are your names? I should know what to put on your graves" Elanaria said bitterly. "Spark in her, wouldn't you agree? But my lord, you overrate my skills, I am still young" the hooded figure said, his voice young but not overly young. "Remove the hood boy" Kannos commanded. He did as he was told, his long elvish ears exposed, and hard blue eyes meeting Kannos's, he was in full ranger garb, green and black tunic and pants, along with soft boots. "Now, you!" Elanaria shifted her gaze from the young high elf. "I have no name, but if you must call me something, call me Urok, after a great orc" he said, his voice low and menacing. "My name, is Sylvos Windrunner, brother of the mighty trio of sisters" the high elf said quickly, feeling uneasy in the presence of Medivh. "Medivh, what are you doing here?" Kannos asked his patience waning. "I am here to deliver grave news, you, Kannos, must not try to attack the Lich King, you will fail, and your deeds will poison the very ground you are slain on!" He shouted his eyes still hidden. "That is insane! Arthas and Ner'zhul will be easy to defeat! This sword shall keep him in death" Kannos retorted, drawing Wrath-Bender off his shoulder. "That blade is evil Kannos! discard it!" Medivh implored, but his request fell on deaf ears. "Be gone puppet! Your words are meaningless, they cannot be trusted! They must be tainted from Sargeras" Kannos shouted, his anger peaking. Medivh suddenly looked furious for a second then wheeled around and stormed off into the forest muttering "you will regret this Sunstrider...". "Let's be off, I'll lead the way, Sylvos, and Elanaria, you stay at the back, watch for anything, kill anything suspicious, Urok, walk with me". Sylvos and Elanaria glanced at each other, sensing each other's confusion in Kannos's decision.
Their trek lasted about 1 month until they wound their way through the felwoods and up mount hyjal. "Why Hyjal Lord Sunstrider?" Sylvos had asked. Kannos never did respond, he just smiled coldly and continued on. When they finally reached the summit, at the crater, Kannos dropped onto his knees writhing in pain, Sylvos rushed to his former prince's aid, but was quickly and fiercely pushed away, "what's...wrong...with me!!!" Kannos stammered as a large portal appeared in front of them. Magtheridon stepped through, showing his disgust for the mountain. "Get the vials and take whatever lake water is there! I'll fend him off!" Kannos said fiercely as he pulled himself up to his feet. "You can't fight him alone! I shall help! His king destroyed the orcs!" Urok shouted and proceed to shout the orc battle cry. "Good prince, oh wait, prince no more correct? I have come to this time to destroy you! I cannot let you hurt the master's plan for your brother Kael'thas Sunstrider!" Magtheridon's voice boomed as he chuckled manically. "You...Kil'Jaeden wouldn't dare!!" Kannos retorted quickly rushing the large pit overlord like being. "For Anasterian!!" Kannos shouted running up the side of the monster cutting his flesh open where he could then stabbed the sword deep into his face, Urok was next on the offensive, but was too slow, Magtheridon rumbled towards him and hacked at him until he had been thrown through the portal. "You bastard! How dare you!" Kannos shouted anger flooding through him. Suddenly, the sky darkened as a huge black and red lightning strike, as big as the world tree was, struck Magtheridon and Kannos. "RUN!!" Kannos shouted before he and the lord were pushed through the portal which was destroyed.
After the remnants of the group were safe, only Sylvos and Elanaria remained. They sat in silence at the cliffs near the remnants of the world tree. "He's gone, I must inform the king" Sylvos declared. "If you must...I shall try to inform Tyrande, her love for all should be enough to let this stay quiet, no one must ever know of this, the idea that the Burning Legion can make portals anywhere would frighten all" Elanaria responded quietly. "I don't think it would be wise if we continued together, Sylvos" she continued, sadness in her eyes. "Goodbye Elanaria, may your life be as long as it is useful, I will hide in Southern Quel'thalas, the forgotten mountain peaks will be fitting".
Ch.2 The trek
It had been one year since Kannos was lost to The Outland. The family mourned his death, but their grief was short lived. The undead scourge and Arthas swept through the land, corrupting the Sunwell until it was so polluted, Kael'thas, the last living heir to the throne, along with the remants of the 6 destroyed it. Kael had left along with a large portion of the Blood elves to Outland, in search of new sources of arcane power with the Demon Illidan. Though not all did go, a scattered few remained, and rebuilt the fallen city of Silvermoon, under the leadership of Lor'themar Therodin. "Half of the city is rebuilt, but what of the other? Could we not call upon the aid of the forsaken or the orcs to help?" a young figure asked. "No, the Horde, nor the Alliance trusts the Elves, you are a lost race, boy" a dark hooded figure said quietly. "But...we must! Lor'themar loves the Sun King, and even he himself, Kael'th-" he was cut off by the large hooded figure silencing him. "Do not mention that name around me boy, lest you find a young death" the hooded figure threatened, red glowing eyes visible from the shades of the cloak. "That man is lost, dilluded by the fool Illidan, if only the true heir to the throne would claim it..." the figure finished and walked briskly off, it was clad in all black, one high elfish ear jabbing at the cowl, but strangely enough, not a second. "Who was that Lothridesh?" a young paladin in training asked, "A man of no substance it would seem, rumor has it that he is immortal, that he witnessed the Great Sundering it's self!" Lothridesh said nervously. "Those are just rumors, but he is still creepy beyond belief if you ask me" the paladin continued, unsheathing his Quel'Dori Warblade from it's restraints. "You truly love that sword don't you?" Lothridesh laughed. "Of course, after all, not every Paladin trainee gets to slay the biggest betrayer of the Elven kind" he said dutifully. "More like he did it for you" Lothridesh corrected. "he, I wonder what his name is..." the paladin mused.
The dark figure walked silently for a time, up the gradual incline of Silvermoon's main hall and paced slowly to the regent lord, Lor'themar Theron. "I don't believe I have a meeting with a stranger good sir, be gone, lest you find yourself on the wrong side of my blades" Lor'themar glared. "I am no threat and nor am I a danger Theron, I wish to speak with you, it will only take a minute" the figure sounded, his voice toneless as always. "Very well, I'm sure if you are a threat you are no match for me, come, we'll converse in my study" Theron said making large strides to keep up with the cloaked figure who actually knew where he was going. When they reached the room, Theron was thoroughly perplexed. "How did you know where to go?" Theron demanded. "Because, Theron, I am no stranger to these lands, nor am I a stranger to you" the figure said as he pulled off his cowl. A pale grim faced spector came to greet him, cheek bones high, just like an elf, with glowing red eyes. "You...you...are...Sylvos! You're supposed to be dead!" Theron stammered shocked at the words that tumbled from his lips. "Yes I am who you say" he said as he removed the long cloak, revealing black and red ranger garb, with a thin cloak down the back. "Why have you returned? We though you to be dead or banished" Theron composed himself once more. "A self imposed banish, true, in the desolate mountains south west of Ghostlands, but it is time" he said, easing himself onto a chair, looking far older than he was. "Time? For what?" Theron pressed. "Time for the true king to take his throne, your place is as the Ranger-General, not the Regent Lord of Quel'thalas" Sylvos finished. "The true king? You mean the betrayer Kael'thas?" Theron frowned at the odd statement. "No, I mean, another, you know this man Theron, Kannos'del'thas Sunstrider!" Sylvos bellowed. "But he is dead! Lost through the portal the cursed Magtheridon made all those years ago, you yourself were there" Theron said angrily. "Yes I was there, but, I never saw the man die" Sylvos grinned darkly. "So why come here? Do you need help? You? A Wind-" Theron was cut off by the motion of Sylvos's hand, "that name, please don't" he said sadly. "My sisters are dead along with my brother, the family is dead, and yes, I know of Sylvannas". Lor'themar remained silent "So, why have you come?", "To be honest, I don't know, unfortunately, I am no longer of the Sin'dorei, I am now a Dark elf, like my sister, an elf fallen and rose once again for a higher calling. But, I have learned, the world needs the throne's true heir's power once more. He has the power to stop the king of the dead, Arthas" Sylvos sighed, "I have come for one thing, and one thing alone, the vial Kael'thas was given by Illidan, the vial remnant from the well of eternity. I could go get more from the Maelstrom, but even Kannos crossing the Maelstrom is baffling, I cannot imagine that the Naga didn't notice, after all, he never did say how he crossed, he told me he conjured an elemental of sorts. I need help getting across the bridge between Eversong and the Isle of Quel'Dannas.
Lor'themar did as the Dark Elf had asked, and gotten him a ride to the Isle. "This all looks roughly familiar, except, last I was here, the land was poisoned, and demons swarmed it's beautiful beaches", Sylvos sighed "it has not changed much, I can even smell the demons here, but, what is that dark magic I sense blood elf? It is so dark, and so powerful, I can feel it corrupting my undead being as we speak". "Dark Ranger, you must mean Kil'Jaeden, your former ally Kael is trying to resurrect him! How did you not know?", the ranger was dumbfounded. "Ranger I have not been in these lands for a long time, and for about that time, I was dead. My resurrecting bears not mentioning though. Now is the time, I will try to stop him myself!" Sylvos ended angrily and tore off the robes he was wearing, exposing black and red leather and mail armour, along with a large Polearm on his back, it had a long handle, about as long as his leg, and a head twice as long that had a moving lava like surface, on his waste rested a long bow, it's surface blood red with a quiver of flaming arrows. "Ranger! What are these abominations of weapons!?" the ranger was agasp, his slim form slumped into it's self, along with his long red hair shaken roughly. "Boy, I am no Ranger, I am a Dark Ranger, my weapons, are corrupted by the Dark Titan magic that flows through them, they were a gift, from an old friend, now, you mustn't come with me into the Magister's Terrace. This is my debt to Kannos, and mine alone, I will avenge his dark soul by ending his foolish brother's" Sylvos sighed and walked slowly up the incline to the terrace. He came into the first courtyard, and two young blood elves marched towards him, the young male commanded to the dark ranger; "Name! Allegiance!". "I am Sylvos, I have no allegiance, though I am not your enemy, but if your hand gets any closer to your sword, you will be, and you will lose" the dark elf growled as his eyes flared red. The young elves stepped back and let him pass, staring at the weapons he carried with suspicion. Soon after he came apon Selin, an elf with blood red skin. "I am Selin! You, how dare you enter my domain! You shall not pass me! My master will not be disturbed!" he shouted, his voice echoing with evil magic. "Selin you are as foolish as you always were! Step aside lest I end your pitiful existence!" Sylvos bellowed. "I will have your head on a spike before day's end!" he launched himself, raising a slim broadsword on fire tainted black. Sylvos grinned and pulled his dark polearm from it's resting place and blocked the red elf's lunge and countered by spinning the giant polearm and sliced the elf's shoulder open. Selin yelped with pain and returned by sending a massive shadowbolt at Sylvos. Unfortunately, it was too late for Selin, Sylvos impaled the elf on his polearm, leaving him for dead as he did. "Next time do not be so foolish boy, of course, there will not be a next time will there?" Sylvos laughed darkly and walked quickly away.
At midday Sylvos reached Kael'thas's room. "Who dares enter?" Kael's dark voice sounded, irritated by nothing as always. "I do you Kael, it is time your dark master answer for his deeds, out of my way boy, you are not who my quarrel lies with. Kil'Jaeden's minion killed your brother, he lead to the end of many human kingdoms, such as Lordaeron. He is doing nothing short of using you boy, teasing your greed with magic" Sylvos's eyes flared red as he walked towards Kael'thas Sunstrider. "I am not being used, Sylvos! I am using him! When he enters through the new Sunwell, I will kill him myself and take his power and destroy the legion myself!" he countered. "You're delusional Kael, now move!" Sylvos shouted. "Never! For the Master!" Kael shouted and summoned up a phoenix of massive proportions that screeched and lunged its self at Sylvos, it lost all shape and surrounded the dark elf, his red eyes gone in an instant. "Vengeance burns!" Kael'thas Shouted as he launched an enormous fireball at Sylvos, it exploded on impact, "you are no match ranger, no match at all..." Kael'thas grinned. Then, out of the heat came a dark nonlight, that engulfed the fire and sent it everywhere, Sylvos jumped out, his armour broken and singed and with one burned arm launched his polearm at the fel crystal lodged in Kael's chest and killed him, "you will pay! the master will kill you..." Kael'thas stammered, then his eyes flared bright green, then faded grey. Sylvos dragged his leg and arm over to Kael'thas, then looked down sadly at the fallen prince and removed the polearm, "I'm sorry, old friend, it was necessary, forgive me, I will make sure Kil'Jaeden pays for corrupting you, but, I cannot do it..." Sylvos said weakly as he slumped over the dead prince and passed out.
"he's coming awake, Draenei, get me some food, he is incredibly ill" a voice sounded, "elf he is a dark elf, of course he's ill" another voice sounded. Sylvos awoke to see his sister, Vereesa leaning over him, along with an unfamiliar Draenei walking away. "Vereesa...where...am I? Why...are...you...here?" Sylvos stammered, suddenly feeling alive again. "Sylvos, my dear brother, I did the best I could, you are not a High elf, a Blood elf, or a Dark elf, but something more. You are almost mortal again, but the Sunwell's power is needed to heal you, that is why I brought a friend from the Alliance, speak well with him, he is very old..." Vereesa said oddly softly as the famous Prophet Velen came into the room along with a dark haired human behind him. "Master Velen! And...you....Varian Wrynn, what are you all doing here? I am not your ally, and you all have kingdoms, why come to me?" Sylvos was dumbfounded that these two great men came to visit. "We did young one because it is time your destiny is met" Velen, his old voice as strong as ever. "You are to find the High elf Kannos'del'thas, you and him are to kill Kil'Jaeden, along with our aid of course" Wrynn said sharply his voice commanding as always. "I cannot let an old Erodar and the king of humans, and of course, my own sister to help kill Kil'Jaeden!" Sylvos coughed roughly, blood splattering on the green bed covers, then finally realized, his skin was the high elf colour, he let his hand run up to where his arm had come off and found it back, along with his leg. "Surprised? You shouldn't be, it was my pleasure to help you Sylvos" Velen said kindly. "Where is he?" Sylvos asked as he tried to get up from the covers and nearly fell on Velen, "easy elf" Wrynn said as he caught him handing him a staff to lean on. "Where are we?" Sylvos asked as he greeted each one of them separately then walked out of the small room and came into a bright street with mages dressed in purple walking by quickly. "Why Sylvos, I'm surprised you don't know where you are, this is my city, Dalaran, home of the greatest mages, and my husband, Rhonin" Vereesa said calmly and continued "he'll be coming to Outland with the you and me, we'll find Kannos and return to kill Kil'Jaeden with these fine men too", she smiled warmly. "We should be off to the Blasted Lands then" Sylvos concluded, "nonsense!" Velen said, "let me at least heal you further and give you some medicine from the Exodar too", Velen walked away slowly, his aged frame weakened slightly. "Oh but Sylvos, using the Dark Portal is so dangerous, after all, I can open you a portal to Tempest Keep, the best place to find Kannos" Rhonin said as he walked up, his robes fluttering in the slight wind. "I also have a gift for you, from Magister's Terrace" he said as he pulled out Sylvos's polearm; it was shattered, it's once moving surface still and grey. "What happened to it?" Sylvos questioned Rhonin, "it shattered when it hit the fel crystal in Kael's chest. "I cannot fix it though, no fel magic is studied here, well, not since he did..." Rhonin trailed off, looking south into the foothills of Hillsbrad. "The city will be moved north, above the unknown Crystalsong Forest, you could rest up until we're about to leave, then I can make you the portal and you may leave for the Outland, try Blackwing's lair, great power was there, and I'm sure there's enough to attract Kannos" Rhonin sighed and continued, "Kannos was a paladin, but he strayed from that path long ago. He trained himself in demonology and tried to mix them with dark knight abilities". "Dark Knight?" Wrynn questioned, "yes, a fallen paladin, one who turned to warlock abilities for greater power" Sylvos answered. "I must be off, Vereesa, are you coming?" Rhonin questioned, "okay, I'll come with you, I just need a minute to talk with my brother" she answered, her silver hair blowing off her shoulder. "I'll be off as well, there's business to attend to as the king of Stormwind, Velen? Are you off to the Exodar once again?" Varian asked as Sylvos leaned down to talk to his sister and asked “why is Varian being so nice? He hates the horde, yet, here they are”. She grinned slightly, then brushed it away and said “Because there are more pressing concerns then this petty feud, the two sides are quite alike, you know”. “I’m aware Vereesa, remember, I was around before…” he trailed off thinking about the ruins of Silvermoon as he had found them, and taken as many valuables so thieves would not desecrate the city, along with keeping the dead spirits alive until Kael’thas’ allies would come to reclaim the city as he had predicted. Vereesa looked sad for a moment, then went back to her strong willed temperament, “I know Sylvos, but, we thought you were dead, Sylvannas gave up, Alleria, though, was spared the tragedy of losing you, but, she was lost too, in the blasted Outland”.
The day slowly turned into dusk as the respective leaders of their people were teleported to their towns, and soon after, Dalaran was alive once more with the smell and taste of magic. Sylvos quickly packed up his belongings, and as he turned around, saw a strange gnome, a greened skin gnome no less. It had sickly eyes and thin lips, “What…who are you?” Sylvos asked the small ’thing’. “Follow the signs, Windrunner, follow the signs, child, they will lead you to your fate” it stammered, it’s squeaky voice hoarse and dry, then fell over dead.
“Follow the signs, Windrunner, follow the signs, child, they will lead you to your fate…What does that even mean, and for that matter, how did a leper-gnome leave Silvermoon. No matter Sylvos, we must go to the Dark Portal, an old acquaintance of yours is waiting there” she grinned ruefully, fully enjoying her self-known joke.
Due to the poor traveling, also due to the war, getting to the portal was postponed to get more aid. It was decided though, 4 mage-hunters, a priest, Sylvos, Vereesa, and a young blood elf paladin, looking to be only 20 years old in human years, named, Feldrian. “I met him, once, you know” Feldrian said to Selin, one of the hunters. Feldrian was a thin elf, with long silver hair flowing down his back, while Selin, had short fire red hair, odd for a mage though, not for an elf though, which he was. “You met Kannos? I never did, I was in Dalaran, defending the city from Kel’thuzad, Prince Arthas, and…Archimonde. That bastard got what he deserved, destroying Dalaran like it was trash on the road” Selin’s eyes narrowed slightly, then relaxed and asked “What was he like? I heard he was mad, power hungry”, “Not really, he was distance, though…He looked so old, older than his father…But that’s not possible…hmmm” Feldrian furrowed his brow. “Odd, well, we’ll find out soon enough, you watch my back, I got yours, deal?” Selin asked, smiling. “Of course, just make not burn my back-side while you’re at it!” Feldrian laughed. “They seem to want to know about Kannos, Vereesa” Sylvos said slowly. “Best not to tell them, brother, after all, our information isn’t accurate”, she paused as he said “we can’t trust them to aid us if they don’t trust us Vereesa” Sylvos pointed out. “Oh I suppose, very well, we’ll tell them near the portal, when the real fighting starts” she added.
One month later, they arrived in the Blasted Lands, the poisoned red rock gave no relief to the weary party, the month, eventless, Khaz Modan was too quiet, and the lower Lordaeron was uneventful except for the odd glance at a traveler doing quests for local people. “We can get there tonight, but, to be caught at the portal at night is risky, but we are behind, and the Lich King isn’t” Vereesa said calmly. “I say we try tonight, we can camp out on the stairs, the infernals and demons won’t break through, at least, they shouldn’t”, Feldrian said nervously, glancing at the humans and elves glancing at him. Sylvos walked up to his side, and Feldrian almost thought he smiled as he put his hand on Feldrian’s thin shoulder. “The boy is right, we will leave now! Eat quickly, we’ve no time for set backs”. As the party unpacked their gear and started to cook some deer meat, a low growl-hiss came from a large shrub behind Feldrian and quickly, a long red tentacle wrapped around his plate armour, crushing it into his chest, he gapsed as he was pulled into the shadows. “Felhound!” the priest shouted as she reached for staff, as she did this, Sylvos unsheathed a long elvish sword, it’s thin blade glowing red with fire as Vereesa unhooked her bow and drew an arrow. “Enough!” they heard a muffled Feldrian shout, slightly before a blinding white hot light engulfed the camp site, making it brighter than noon for a split second. Once the party regained their sight, they found Sylvos, Vereesa and the priest sitting with Feldrian, his face flushed and his chest heaving. “Vereesa, take his chest plate off, it’s in his rib cage…” they heard the priest say, “Amazing, the power that this mere boy holds…I’ve never seen such power, since Kannos…” Sylvos commented to no one in particular. They removed his chest plate to find no injuries what so ever, even though they saw the blood before. “His holy powers healed himself!” the priest said excitedly as she ran her thin human hand over his forehead. “We’ll carry him with us, you, priest, get a stretcher, Selin, you’re helping me carry him” Sylvos commanded.
By day break they were at the mouth of one of the fissures that lead to the the Dark Portal, soon, Feldrian woke up, seemingly unhindered from his injuries, that were no longer present. “What happened? Why was I being carried, Sylvos, Selin..?” he asked, clearly unaware of what happened. “You yelled enough and destroyed that felhound with your holy light, it was amazing…” Selin trailed off, fading into his own thoughts. “Watch out!” Vereesa screamed as a large black dragon rumbled towards them, then, lifted off and glided towards them. “Shadowfang! Rise and serve me once more!” Sylvos shouted, flinging his arm in front of himself as a large undead wolf like creature jumped out from the red rock and tore at the Dragon’s face. “Enough mortal scourge, more powerful beings have tried to stop me, and your petty magics are no threat” the dragon’s base voice boomed, “Enough of this!” Sylvos shouted as he drew his bow, loaded 3 arrows at once, one with a black flame on the tip, one with a green flame, and one with a red flame and launched them at the dragon. The arrows embedded themselves in the dragon’s skull, as it laughed and said “no arrows can harm-” he was cut off by an enormous explosion in his torso, ripping him into shreds, as his head laid burned and dead, a quiet rasp came out saying slowly, “master…what did I do?”, then it’s eyes quickly shut and the old dragon died. The entire party stared in awe at Sylvos, he turned around grinned, then sent arrow after arrow into the sky, seemingly going no where. Slightly after, screams of hellhounds and dread walkers filled the silence. “Let’s go, they’re dead” Sylvos said, then chanting something as his arrows returned to him, “quite handy, wouldn’t you say?” he grinned. No one asked how he had done it, they assumed it magic. About 10 minutes later, they found themselves at the edge of their world. “To think, Kael’thas stood here so shortly ago…now…he’s dead…” Feldrian said sadly. The priest came up and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, then slowly lead him in, he perked up and said before he walked through “Ammi?”. After Feldrian and Ammi went through, they all followed. Once they were through, Sylvos stopped them and said slowly, and sternly “Kannos’del’thas, was not son of Anasterian, he was immortal, he drank from the well of eternity, throughout the ages, he changed the way he looked, from Night elf, to High elf, to Blood elf, to, what ever he is now. Though he is very old, as you know, so much so, the well’s effects are wearing off, this lead me to believe he was in search of Lady Vashj’s and Kael’thas’ vial remnant bottles, along with Illidan’s, if possible. He is the guardian of the mortals, just like Medivh was meant to be. If he is to die, our world will fall into chaos once more, like when the Burning Legon entered through the Well of Eternity. That is our situation, and we’ll do our damnedest to stop the Legion once more! For Azeroth and the Emerald Dream!”. The small company stood in apt attention as he finished, then, the Elves shouted their cheer for royalty for Sylvos and Ammi.
They quickly set off down the stairs, the roar of battle becoming even more evident as they looked up and saw the Infernals and Dreadlords storming the gate once more. “Enough Legion!” a booming, dark voice sounded, then a blinding white light exploding with hellish screams sounding soon after. “What in the light was that?!” Feldrian shouted over the screams. “It was so powerful, more-so than anything I’ve seen since…no…Impossible, that couldn’t be Kannos…” Ammi trailed off as the light dissipated and the red rock resumed it’s power over the land. “Quickly! Netherstorm is a long way!” Sylvos urged as he whistled a sharp tone for about 10 seconds, then, several large nether drakes screamed and landed, speaking in a low menacing tone; “what do you want mortal, how do you know of our call?” the large green drake asked. “We require safe passage across the twisting nether, to Netherstorm and Tempest Keep” Sylvos replied calmly, walking up to the massive drakes. “What will you give us in return?” a smaller drake asked, then quickly, the large green drake growled at the small one in warning. “This is a matter concerning both our worlds, Deathwing spawn”*Ammi interjected irritably. “Impatient mortals, very well, we will allow you passage, climb on, young mortals” the green drake spoke once more. The small group climbed on and for about six hours they traveled on the near ethereal drakes, the only sound being the sound of the twisting nether and the flap of nether drake wings. “Mortals, your destination is in site, we will drop you off, but we will not stay, since the young blood elve’s departure from there, some less reputable characters have made it their home, good luck, may the nether aid you” the small drake said as he flapped along side. “Sylvos, who should go in?” Feldrian. “The roaster for will accompany me will include, Feldrian, Selin, Ammi, and Vereesa”, Sylvos responded calmly as he jumped off the drake, he cloak fluttering away to exposed singed armour, the same he wore when he faced Kael’thas.
The small party slipped into the ruins of Tempest Keep, it’s once glorious halls dirty, and destroyed. Sylvos regarded here and there about how once a group almost forty men and women nearly gave all their lives to kill Kael’thas, only to find him with a crystal in his chest in Magister’s Terrace. “Brave men, if I recall, Feldrian, your brother went didn’t he?” Sylvos commented. Ammi looked over concerned at the young paladin, “yes, he did, he was one of those who died, all for naught” Feldrian clenched his fists in pain then relaxed as Ammi put her thin arm around his shoulder and embraced him tightly. Sylvos smiled to himself, thinking; love is not for me, no matter, I have a duty, then, I can finally rest…After what seemed like days, they reached the large chamber in which Kael’thas and his lieutenants met the forty men and women. His lieutenant’s corpses littered the floor, still in perfect condition, the fel energy keeping them in perfect condition, ready for a new soul. Off in a distant corner, they saw a shadowy figure sprawled on a table with tubes coming in and out of his body, large machinery humming softly near him as he twitched every so often. Sylvos sprinted over, finding it to be a decaying, old, Dark elf, Kannos. His once long silver hair had been falling out, and turned white and frail. His stern face now ragged, his once brilliant scarlet and blue robes now tattered and dirty. “My god! Who did this to the keeper!” Sylvos regarded in disgust. Ammi turned away stifling a cry, Feldrian saw, and consoled her quietly off to the side. “Damn you Kil’Jaeden! You will not get away with this!” Vereesa shouted into the destroyed roof. “Where is the sword…” Selin said quietly as a massive dark horned figure came into being in the Twisting Nether, it’s long silvery white beard fluttering in a non wind, it’s hooves walking on nothing but still propelling it, it wore an evil, sinister grin that brought Selin to his knees, his robes fluttering gently. “Sargeras!” Sylvos shouted hoarsely. The Dark titan laughed, it’s laugh so loud, the party covered it’s ears, the ground cracking as he got closer, “Your precious sword is mine, young hunter!” his thick, demonic voice sounded. “Run!!” Feldrian shouted; he was on the ground, cluching his head, his silvery hair ruined, his eyes and mouth pouring blood. “Feldrian!” Ammi cried as he lifted him up and ran. “Kannos, I’m not giving up yet, you told me to stand up to the Legon, I’ve done so…Run all of you! I’ll give you the time, take Kannos too!” he said as he unhooked the ancient keeper, handing him off to Selin who rushed away. Sylvos roared angrily, unsheated his bow, chanted something, and shot 6 arrows at once, all glowing white, penetrating deep into Sargeras, but he didn’t even feel it. “Your petty twigs will do you no good!” he boomed once more then lanced black lightning from his finger tips into Tempest Keep, making the entire structure shutter and start to fracture, Sylvos was hit right on, he screamed in agony, a small necklace around his neck exploded on impact with the floor as he descended. “My brother! How far you fallen!” a booming, powerful voice sounded in the distance. “Amman’thul! You fool! I will destroy you along with these mortal rets! They are a testament to all you are!” Sargeras responded, lifting his massive staff and sending black lightning into the distance, Sylvos crawled over, his skin, charred, armour melted, and saw what he tried to hit, a massive figure, wearing a long white robe, with a long white beard, with glowing white eyes, Sylvos felt slightly better as gazed on Amman’thul, his holy pressence infusing him with strength, enough to crawl out of Tempest Keep and collapse on the back of the large green nether drake…
TBC (no not the burning crusade, to be continued)
Some questions you may have will be, “what about the thing with Arthas?” and “what’s the deal with two titan brothers fighting in nether storm?” well I got a one word answer for you, plot-device
Also, if you see any gramatical errors, or story plot holes, tell me, mostly because I haven't looked it over (12 pages on word you wish I'd edit it...) :ponder:
Btw, this is blood elf heavy, and high elf...so...if you don't like them...yea...read none the less
ch.1 Memory
told from Sylvos...
The warm air sifted through the high elf capital, Silvermoon City. This was roughly 1 year before the scourge swept through these lands. The young prince, Kael’thas walked out of the capital building, his face flushed with pride as he saw his older brother, Prince Kannos’del’thas, Kannos was a man of great knowledge, a fully trained paladin, Kannos was respected by all. “Morrow to the, dear brother” Kael said as he walked beside his brother, “hello Kael, I’m sorry to cut you short, but I must be off, Dalaran has called for me, they require my assistance, and they require it now” Kannos said glibly. “If you must go, let me accompany you, I am a master in the arcane, and you could use a guard” Kael retorted, his robes fluttering in the sudden breeze. Kannos stopped, clearly disturbed, “No. You must stay, if I am to fall, you must become the king in my place, when father dies, you must take the throne.”, “but it is only for a short while, a mere meeting of powers…” Kael retorted. “If you must know, there is a disturbance in Northrend, and I will be going to see what it is, alone, my power is great enough, after all, someone who has trained in both the holy arts of paladin, can truly destroy anything, even the dreaded Lich King, who is now frozen in his throne.” Kannos said sharply. “If you must go, we shall send you some of the Sunwell’s power, just in case….” Kael retorted, “if you must” Kannos said as he walked past his brother, the dull glint for his grey Armour in the light.
That night, Kael bid farewell to his brother, “Good luck dear brother, remember, Glory to the Quel'dorei”. “Glory to the Quel'dorei young brother”. A week later Prince Kannos arrived at Dalaran, which clearly was under tight guard, and a suspicious amount of guards stormed around him. An eerie silence fell over the crowd, the Prince’s Robes covering his light Armour fluttered against his long cloak, which spread to the ground from his shoulders, much like his brother. “what is this, get out of my way curs, I’ve been requested by the High Mages here, to council on the situation in Northrend” the Prince shouted, clearly annoyed. “My apologies Prince Kannos’del’thas Sunstrider, you must be aware, Dalaran is under high alert after the threat from Northrend was realized” one of the guards said as he rose to attention in stead of the Prince. “I understand, now let me pass” Kannos interjected. “First good prince, you must prove to us it is really you” another soldier said nervously. “very well, stand back” The prince said as he lifted his arms into the air as he shot red lightning into the sky, the ripped it into the forest behind him, destroying it instantly, the air became thick with smoke and silt. “Very well, pass” the head guardian mage said quickly as he covered his mouth.
“hello good mage” Kannos greeted the old mage, “hello Kannos, I would love to engage in small talk, but you must be off sooner than expected. The Lich King’s forces have been moving in Northrend, and we fear he could soon pick a body to fill. We’re asking you, to go, with our forces, to Northrend, and slay the evil Lich, before it’s too late” the old high mage said quietly. “it is too dangerous, I shall venture out to Northrend on my own, but I will need to go soon…”. Their conversation ended quickly as Kannos walked quickly out clearly disturbed by the usual calm mage acting so hasty. Kannos continued on his walk through Dalaran, admiring the high elf like structures. “I must pick up my grandfather’s sword, buried with that wicked evil titan out in the maelstrom…I shall take a boat west to the small island, then head north to Kalimdor.”.
The high elf quickly set out on his journey, traveling to the edge of the maelstrom. “These winds are too tough, I will need assistance…” Kannos thought aloud. He quickly chanted something in Thalassian and slowly, the sky darkened and a huge bolt of purple-black lightning streaked across the waters, as he finished the incantation a large dark elemental rose out of the ground, Kannos grinned at his creation, a dark presence sweeping through him. The elemental stretched it’s limb at the water, hurling it into the sea and dredging a large dead arm of the damned titan, it’s decomposing hand holding a large, reddish black sword. “Ahh, the great sword from the days of Dreanor, the cursed Wrath-Bender, just like it’s counter part sword, Frostmourne…”. The days grew long on his voyage to Kalimdor, after all, most information he had was passed down from his ancestors who were banished from kalimdor long ago.
About a week later, he arrived on the dusty shores of Durotar, smoke filled the air, as a high elf, he coughed vigorously, not used to the lack of life here. He summoned his charger quickly, regretting the use of the blood knight magic, believing it's holy purpose lacking substance.
He crossed the dusty wastes of Darter and the barrens too, encountering no one as he went, but always feeling a sense of he was unwelcome. He finally made his was north through barrens and made it to Ashenvale, the moisture in the air choking as he rode, his eyes soon became heavy, as some sort of poison made it's way through his system "what's happening....damnit...this land truly hates my kind...damn you cursed elves of the night!" he said angrily as he fell off his charger, his head hitting the soft grass. Before he passed out, he saw two bluish purple feet coming to him "get..awa-" he stammered then was out.
The next day when he woke up, he found himself in a small room, looking into some trees, as if suspended above the ground, then looked over and saw a young female night elf sitting in an arm chair examining his rune blade Wrath-Bender with distaste. He tried to sit up, soon finding an immense pain in his elven spine. "I wouldn't try that, you are quite ill" the night elf said, with surprising worry. "Why did you take me here, your kind banished mine long ago" he said, his voice dry and weak. "hah, some future king I am, felled by an illness I don't even know about" he said harshly. "Oh you Quel'dorei, full of hatred still? I helped you because it was necessary, but looking at this sword makes me worry, what are you doing here?" she said in that same tone of voice. "It is not meant to harm you, I require the help of your mighty leader Shan' do; Malfurion Stormrage, he for sure will know what to do" Kannos continued, slowly getting up, his height far surpassing that of the young Night elf. "Oh, my apologies, I am Kannos’del’thas, the former soon to be king, after I was accused of practicing the warlock arts, my younger brother shall take the throne, and you are young one?" "I am Elanaria, a druid" she responded, her eyes full of pride as she finished her sentence. "Ah, a druid, doesn't surprise me, to my knowledge, you and the rest of your kind are keen on the druid arts” Kannos grinned. “But, I digress, I must be off, Malfurion is in the Emerald Nightmare, and I don’t know a way of reaching him, I can’t imagine Ysera would be pleased seeing my kind in the-” he was cut off as she said almost annoyed “Emerald Dream, not nightmare dear Prince, the Nightmare is the manifestation of evil in the dream”. “Ah, I see, well, I must be off, unlike you I am not immortal, I must be off” Kannos said as he slung the large sword across his back, his slim elven shoulders bearing the wait easily. “If you will, I must come with you, it will help Malfurion see that your deeds are of good intention, and not of evil” she said, her eyes locking onto his. “If you must, pack armed, he will be hard to find and I have no intention of leaving Kalimdor at the moment” Kannos said as he walked briskly by here out onto the tree and jumped off, his robes opening exposing the shinning crimson-black armour underneath. “Interesting armour you’re wearing Kannos” she said jumping after him, her violet skin become more apparent. “It may not be standard issue here, but I am a proud Blood Knight, benders of the light” he said glaring at her, his eyes filled with an unreasonable distaste. “Yes, I am aware of paladins, the masters of the light, or so they say" she replied calmly. "I do wish I could contact the Windrunners, Sylvannas, Vereesa, and Alleria's, they specialize in tracking, or so I recall" Kannos said. "I can't help but think, are the Quel'dorei correct in our isolation, the avatar believes we're wrong, but, do we truly need the sunwell? Of course, I would not be able to conjure up such powers without" Kannos continued as he mumbled an incantation and brought his hand into the sky, and lifted a tree straight out of the ground, it's massive limbs groaning as he did, he glanced at the young night elf, who was in shock at what she was seeing. "Enough, we must be off, perhaps...perhaps Sylvos can help, the young ranger could be of service, but, he cannot help us now." he finished. "Kannos, how old are you? You seem wiser beyond what you show, surely it is impossible you are immortal" Elanaria asked her eyes filled with suspicion. "Smart girl, I am not immortal, as for my age...let's see, I am-" he was cut off by the sound of lightning lancing across the sky "duck!" he hissed at the girl as he pulled her to forest floor. "Come out here coward! Lest you find yourself on my bad side, and the sharp side of my blade!" Kannos shouted furiously, not liking be interrupted at all. Slowly a mysterious cloaked figured emerged from the shade. "you! what are you..." he never finished. It was the defender of tirisfal, Medivh, "hello good dark knight, I am not here to kill you, I was just checking" he said slowly, letting the words sink in, then continued, "who is this? A young night elf, and two high elves and an orc", "two? you are mistaken old one, it is just I, former successor to my father's throne, well, not really my father, more like my great-great-great etcetera grandson, and as for an orc...", "you! boy! come out here now, along with the orc" he commanded, his voice booming. Silently a thin figure emerged from the shrubs, his face covered with a hood and traveler's cloak. The second was obviously an orc, his strong form hunched over, a large scar. "I should kill you where you stand, but to elude me for so long, has saved you for now, now, what are your names? I should know what to put on your graves" Elanaria said bitterly. "Spark in her, wouldn't you agree? But my lord, you overrate my skills, I am still young" the hooded figure said, his voice young but not overly young. "Remove the hood boy" Kannos commanded. He did as he was told, his long elvish ears exposed, and hard blue eyes meeting Kannos's, he was in full ranger garb, green and black tunic and pants, along with soft boots. "Now, you!" Elanaria shifted her gaze from the young high elf. "I have no name, but if you must call me something, call me Urok, after a great orc" he said, his voice low and menacing. "My name, is Sylvos Windrunner, brother of the mighty trio of sisters" the high elf said quickly, feeling uneasy in the presence of Medivh. "Medivh, what are you doing here?" Kannos asked his patience waning. "I am here to deliver grave news, you, Kannos, must not try to attack the Lich King, you will fail, and your deeds will poison the very ground you are slain on!" He shouted his eyes still hidden. "That is insane! Arthas and Ner'zhul will be easy to defeat! This sword shall keep him in death" Kannos retorted, drawing Wrath-Bender off his shoulder. "That blade is evil Kannos! discard it!" Medivh implored, but his request fell on deaf ears. "Be gone puppet! Your words are meaningless, they cannot be trusted! They must be tainted from Sargeras" Kannos shouted, his anger peaking. Medivh suddenly looked furious for a second then wheeled around and stormed off into the forest muttering "you will regret this Sunstrider...". "Let's be off, I'll lead the way, Sylvos, and Elanaria, you stay at the back, watch for anything, kill anything suspicious, Urok, walk with me". Sylvos and Elanaria glanced at each other, sensing each other's confusion in Kannos's decision.
Their trek lasted about 1 month until they wound their way through the felwoods and up mount hyjal. "Why Hyjal Lord Sunstrider?" Sylvos had asked. Kannos never did respond, he just smiled coldly and continued on. When they finally reached the summit, at the crater, Kannos dropped onto his knees writhing in pain, Sylvos rushed to his former prince's aid, but was quickly and fiercely pushed away, "what's...wrong...with me!!!" Kannos stammered as a large portal appeared in front of them. Magtheridon stepped through, showing his disgust for the mountain. "Get the vials and take whatever lake water is there! I'll fend him off!" Kannos said fiercely as he pulled himself up to his feet. "You can't fight him alone! I shall help! His king destroyed the orcs!" Urok shouted and proceed to shout the orc battle cry. "Good prince, oh wait, prince no more correct? I have come to this time to destroy you! I cannot let you hurt the master's plan for your brother Kael'thas Sunstrider!" Magtheridon's voice boomed as he chuckled manically. "You...Kil'Jaeden wouldn't dare!!" Kannos retorted quickly rushing the large pit overlord like being. "For Anasterian!!" Kannos shouted running up the side of the monster cutting his flesh open where he could then stabbed the sword deep into his face, Urok was next on the offensive, but was too slow, Magtheridon rumbled towards him and hacked at him until he had been thrown through the portal. "You bastard! How dare you!" Kannos shouted anger flooding through him. Suddenly, the sky darkened as a huge black and red lightning strike, as big as the world tree was, struck Magtheridon and Kannos. "RUN!!" Kannos shouted before he and the lord were pushed through the portal which was destroyed.
After the remnants of the group were safe, only Sylvos and Elanaria remained. They sat in silence at the cliffs near the remnants of the world tree. "He's gone, I must inform the king" Sylvos declared. "If you must...I shall try to inform Tyrande, her love for all should be enough to let this stay quiet, no one must ever know of this, the idea that the Burning Legion can make portals anywhere would frighten all" Elanaria responded quietly. "I don't think it would be wise if we continued together, Sylvos" she continued, sadness in her eyes. "Goodbye Elanaria, may your life be as long as it is useful, I will hide in Southern Quel'thalas, the forgotten mountain peaks will be fitting".
Ch.2 The trek
It had been one year since Kannos was lost to The Outland. The family mourned his death, but their grief was short lived. The undead scourge and Arthas swept through the land, corrupting the Sunwell until it was so polluted, Kael'thas, the last living heir to the throne, along with the remants of the 6 destroyed it. Kael had left along with a large portion of the Blood elves to Outland, in search of new sources of arcane power with the Demon Illidan. Though not all did go, a scattered few remained, and rebuilt the fallen city of Silvermoon, under the leadership of Lor'themar Therodin. "Half of the city is rebuilt, but what of the other? Could we not call upon the aid of the forsaken or the orcs to help?" a young figure asked. "No, the Horde, nor the Alliance trusts the Elves, you are a lost race, boy" a dark hooded figure said quietly. "But...we must! Lor'themar loves the Sun King, and even he himself, Kael'th-" he was cut off by the large hooded figure silencing him. "Do not mention that name around me boy, lest you find a young death" the hooded figure threatened, red glowing eyes visible from the shades of the cloak. "That man is lost, dilluded by the fool Illidan, if only the true heir to the throne would claim it..." the figure finished and walked briskly off, it was clad in all black, one high elfish ear jabbing at the cowl, but strangely enough, not a second. "Who was that Lothridesh?" a young paladin in training asked, "A man of no substance it would seem, rumor has it that he is immortal, that he witnessed the Great Sundering it's self!" Lothridesh said nervously. "Those are just rumors, but he is still creepy beyond belief if you ask me" the paladin continued, unsheathing his Quel'Dori Warblade from it's restraints. "You truly love that sword don't you?" Lothridesh laughed. "Of course, after all, not every Paladin trainee gets to slay the biggest betrayer of the Elven kind" he said dutifully. "More like he did it for you" Lothridesh corrected. "he, I wonder what his name is..." the paladin mused.
The dark figure walked silently for a time, up the gradual incline of Silvermoon's main hall and paced slowly to the regent lord, Lor'themar Theron. "I don't believe I have a meeting with a stranger good sir, be gone, lest you find yourself on the wrong side of my blades" Lor'themar glared. "I am no threat and nor am I a danger Theron, I wish to speak with you, it will only take a minute" the figure sounded, his voice toneless as always. "Very well, I'm sure if you are a threat you are no match for me, come, we'll converse in my study" Theron said making large strides to keep up with the cloaked figure who actually knew where he was going. When they reached the room, Theron was thoroughly perplexed. "How did you know where to go?" Theron demanded. "Because, Theron, I am no stranger to these lands, nor am I a stranger to you" the figure said as he pulled off his cowl. A pale grim faced spector came to greet him, cheek bones high, just like an elf, with glowing red eyes. "You...you...are...Sylvos! You're supposed to be dead!" Theron stammered shocked at the words that tumbled from his lips. "Yes I am who you say" he said as he removed the long cloak, revealing black and red ranger garb, with a thin cloak down the back. "Why have you returned? We though you to be dead or banished" Theron composed himself once more. "A self imposed banish, true, in the desolate mountains south west of Ghostlands, but it is time" he said, easing himself onto a chair, looking far older than he was. "Time? For what?" Theron pressed. "Time for the true king to take his throne, your place is as the Ranger-General, not the Regent Lord of Quel'thalas" Sylvos finished. "The true king? You mean the betrayer Kael'thas?" Theron frowned at the odd statement. "No, I mean, another, you know this man Theron, Kannos'del'thas Sunstrider!" Sylvos bellowed. "But he is dead! Lost through the portal the cursed Magtheridon made all those years ago, you yourself were there" Theron said angrily. "Yes I was there, but, I never saw the man die" Sylvos grinned darkly. "So why come here? Do you need help? You? A Wind-" Theron was cut off by the motion of Sylvos's hand, "that name, please don't" he said sadly. "My sisters are dead along with my brother, the family is dead, and yes, I know of Sylvannas". Lor'themar remained silent "So, why have you come?", "To be honest, I don't know, unfortunately, I am no longer of the Sin'dorei, I am now a Dark elf, like my sister, an elf fallen and rose once again for a higher calling. But, I have learned, the world needs the throne's true heir's power once more. He has the power to stop the king of the dead, Arthas" Sylvos sighed, "I have come for one thing, and one thing alone, the vial Kael'thas was given by Illidan, the vial remnant from the well of eternity. I could go get more from the Maelstrom, but even Kannos crossing the Maelstrom is baffling, I cannot imagine that the Naga didn't notice, after all, he never did say how he crossed, he told me he conjured an elemental of sorts. I need help getting across the bridge between Eversong and the Isle of Quel'Dannas.
Lor'themar did as the Dark Elf had asked, and gotten him a ride to the Isle. "This all looks roughly familiar, except, last I was here, the land was poisoned, and demons swarmed it's beautiful beaches", Sylvos sighed "it has not changed much, I can even smell the demons here, but, what is that dark magic I sense blood elf? It is so dark, and so powerful, I can feel it corrupting my undead being as we speak". "Dark Ranger, you must mean Kil'Jaeden, your former ally Kael is trying to resurrect him! How did you not know?", the ranger was dumbfounded. "Ranger I have not been in these lands for a long time, and for about that time, I was dead. My resurrecting bears not mentioning though. Now is the time, I will try to stop him myself!" Sylvos ended angrily and tore off the robes he was wearing, exposing black and red leather and mail armour, along with a large Polearm on his back, it had a long handle, about as long as his leg, and a head twice as long that had a moving lava like surface, on his waste rested a long bow, it's surface blood red with a quiver of flaming arrows. "Ranger! What are these abominations of weapons!?" the ranger was agasp, his slim form slumped into it's self, along with his long red hair shaken roughly. "Boy, I am no Ranger, I am a Dark Ranger, my weapons, are corrupted by the Dark Titan magic that flows through them, they were a gift, from an old friend, now, you mustn't come with me into the Magister's Terrace. This is my debt to Kannos, and mine alone, I will avenge his dark soul by ending his foolish brother's" Sylvos sighed and walked slowly up the incline to the terrace. He came into the first courtyard, and two young blood elves marched towards him, the young male commanded to the dark ranger; "Name! Allegiance!". "I am Sylvos, I have no allegiance, though I am not your enemy, but if your hand gets any closer to your sword, you will be, and you will lose" the dark elf growled as his eyes flared red. The young elves stepped back and let him pass, staring at the weapons he carried with suspicion. Soon after he came apon Selin, an elf with blood red skin. "I am Selin! You, how dare you enter my domain! You shall not pass me! My master will not be disturbed!" he shouted, his voice echoing with evil magic. "Selin you are as foolish as you always were! Step aside lest I end your pitiful existence!" Sylvos bellowed. "I will have your head on a spike before day's end!" he launched himself, raising a slim broadsword on fire tainted black. Sylvos grinned and pulled his dark polearm from it's resting place and blocked the red elf's lunge and countered by spinning the giant polearm and sliced the elf's shoulder open. Selin yelped with pain and returned by sending a massive shadowbolt at Sylvos. Unfortunately, it was too late for Selin, Sylvos impaled the elf on his polearm, leaving him for dead as he did. "Next time do not be so foolish boy, of course, there will not be a next time will there?" Sylvos laughed darkly and walked quickly away.
At midday Sylvos reached Kael'thas's room. "Who dares enter?" Kael's dark voice sounded, irritated by nothing as always. "I do you Kael, it is time your dark master answer for his deeds, out of my way boy, you are not who my quarrel lies with. Kil'Jaeden's minion killed your brother, he lead to the end of many human kingdoms, such as Lordaeron. He is doing nothing short of using you boy, teasing your greed with magic" Sylvos's eyes flared red as he walked towards Kael'thas Sunstrider. "I am not being used, Sylvos! I am using him! When he enters through the new Sunwell, I will kill him myself and take his power and destroy the legion myself!" he countered. "You're delusional Kael, now move!" Sylvos shouted. "Never! For the Master!" Kael shouted and summoned up a phoenix of massive proportions that screeched and lunged its self at Sylvos, it lost all shape and surrounded the dark elf, his red eyes gone in an instant. "Vengeance burns!" Kael'thas Shouted as he launched an enormous fireball at Sylvos, it exploded on impact, "you are no match ranger, no match at all..." Kael'thas grinned. Then, out of the heat came a dark nonlight, that engulfed the fire and sent it everywhere, Sylvos jumped out, his armour broken and singed and with one burned arm launched his polearm at the fel crystal lodged in Kael's chest and killed him, "you will pay! the master will kill you..." Kael'thas stammered, then his eyes flared bright green, then faded grey. Sylvos dragged his leg and arm over to Kael'thas, then looked down sadly at the fallen prince and removed the polearm, "I'm sorry, old friend, it was necessary, forgive me, I will make sure Kil'Jaeden pays for corrupting you, but, I cannot do it..." Sylvos said weakly as he slumped over the dead prince and passed out.
"he's coming awake, Draenei, get me some food, he is incredibly ill" a voice sounded, "elf he is a dark elf, of course he's ill" another voice sounded. Sylvos awoke to see his sister, Vereesa leaning over him, along with an unfamiliar Draenei walking away. "Vereesa...where...am I? Why...are...you...here?" Sylvos stammered, suddenly feeling alive again. "Sylvos, my dear brother, I did the best I could, you are not a High elf, a Blood elf, or a Dark elf, but something more. You are almost mortal again, but the Sunwell's power is needed to heal you, that is why I brought a friend from the Alliance, speak well with him, he is very old..." Vereesa said oddly softly as the famous Prophet Velen came into the room along with a dark haired human behind him. "Master Velen! And...you....Varian Wrynn, what are you all doing here? I am not your ally, and you all have kingdoms, why come to me?" Sylvos was dumbfounded that these two great men came to visit. "We did young one because it is time your destiny is met" Velen, his old voice as strong as ever. "You are to find the High elf Kannos'del'thas, you and him are to kill Kil'Jaeden, along with our aid of course" Wrynn said sharply his voice commanding as always. "I cannot let an old Erodar and the king of humans, and of course, my own sister to help kill Kil'Jaeden!" Sylvos coughed roughly, blood splattering on the green bed covers, then finally realized, his skin was the high elf colour, he let his hand run up to where his arm had come off and found it back, along with his leg. "Surprised? You shouldn't be, it was my pleasure to help you Sylvos" Velen said kindly. "Where is he?" Sylvos asked as he tried to get up from the covers and nearly fell on Velen, "easy elf" Wrynn said as he caught him handing him a staff to lean on. "Where are we?" Sylvos asked as he greeted each one of them separately then walked out of the small room and came into a bright street with mages dressed in purple walking by quickly. "Why Sylvos, I'm surprised you don't know where you are, this is my city, Dalaran, home of the greatest mages, and my husband, Rhonin" Vereesa said calmly and continued "he'll be coming to Outland with the you and me, we'll find Kannos and return to kill Kil'Jaeden with these fine men too", she smiled warmly. "We should be off to the Blasted Lands then" Sylvos concluded, "nonsense!" Velen said, "let me at least heal you further and give you some medicine from the Exodar too", Velen walked away slowly, his aged frame weakened slightly. "Oh but Sylvos, using the Dark Portal is so dangerous, after all, I can open you a portal to Tempest Keep, the best place to find Kannos" Rhonin said as he walked up, his robes fluttering in the slight wind. "I also have a gift for you, from Magister's Terrace" he said as he pulled out Sylvos's polearm; it was shattered, it's once moving surface still and grey. "What happened to it?" Sylvos questioned Rhonin, "it shattered when it hit the fel crystal in Kael's chest. "I cannot fix it though, no fel magic is studied here, well, not since he did..." Rhonin trailed off, looking south into the foothills of Hillsbrad. "The city will be moved north, above the unknown Crystalsong Forest, you could rest up until we're about to leave, then I can make you the portal and you may leave for the Outland, try Blackwing's lair, great power was there, and I'm sure there's enough to attract Kannos" Rhonin sighed and continued, "Kannos was a paladin, but he strayed from that path long ago. He trained himself in demonology and tried to mix them with dark knight abilities". "Dark Knight?" Wrynn questioned, "yes, a fallen paladin, one who turned to warlock abilities for greater power" Sylvos answered. "I must be off, Vereesa, are you coming?" Rhonin questioned, "okay, I'll come with you, I just need a minute to talk with my brother" she answered, her silver hair blowing off her shoulder. "I'll be off as well, there's business to attend to as the king of Stormwind, Velen? Are you off to the Exodar once again?" Varian asked as Sylvos leaned down to talk to his sister and asked “why is Varian being so nice? He hates the horde, yet, here they are”. She grinned slightly, then brushed it away and said “Because there are more pressing concerns then this petty feud, the two sides are quite alike, you know”. “I’m aware Vereesa, remember, I was around before…” he trailed off thinking about the ruins of Silvermoon as he had found them, and taken as many valuables so thieves would not desecrate the city, along with keeping the dead spirits alive until Kael’thas’ allies would come to reclaim the city as he had predicted. Vereesa looked sad for a moment, then went back to her strong willed temperament, “I know Sylvos, but, we thought you were dead, Sylvannas gave up, Alleria, though, was spared the tragedy of losing you, but, she was lost too, in the blasted Outland”.
The day slowly turned into dusk as the respective leaders of their people were teleported to their towns, and soon after, Dalaran was alive once more with the smell and taste of magic. Sylvos quickly packed up his belongings, and as he turned around, saw a strange gnome, a greened skin gnome no less. It had sickly eyes and thin lips, “What…who are you?” Sylvos asked the small ’thing’. “Follow the signs, Windrunner, follow the signs, child, they will lead you to your fate” it stammered, it’s squeaky voice hoarse and dry, then fell over dead.
“Follow the signs, Windrunner, follow the signs, child, they will lead you to your fate…What does that even mean, and for that matter, how did a leper-gnome leave Silvermoon. No matter Sylvos, we must go to the Dark Portal, an old acquaintance of yours is waiting there” she grinned ruefully, fully enjoying her self-known joke.
Due to the poor traveling, also due to the war, getting to the portal was postponed to get more aid. It was decided though, 4 mage-hunters, a priest, Sylvos, Vereesa, and a young blood elf paladin, looking to be only 20 years old in human years, named, Feldrian. “I met him, once, you know” Feldrian said to Selin, one of the hunters. Feldrian was a thin elf, with long silver hair flowing down his back, while Selin, had short fire red hair, odd for a mage though, not for an elf though, which he was. “You met Kannos? I never did, I was in Dalaran, defending the city from Kel’thuzad, Prince Arthas, and…Archimonde. That bastard got what he deserved, destroying Dalaran like it was trash on the road” Selin’s eyes narrowed slightly, then relaxed and asked “What was he like? I heard he was mad, power hungry”, “Not really, he was distance, though…He looked so old, older than his father…But that’s not possible…hmmm” Feldrian furrowed his brow. “Odd, well, we’ll find out soon enough, you watch my back, I got yours, deal?” Selin asked, smiling. “Of course, just make not burn my back-side while you’re at it!” Feldrian laughed. “They seem to want to know about Kannos, Vereesa” Sylvos said slowly. “Best not to tell them, brother, after all, our information isn’t accurate”, she paused as he said “we can’t trust them to aid us if they don’t trust us Vereesa” Sylvos pointed out. “Oh I suppose, very well, we’ll tell them near the portal, when the real fighting starts” she added.
One month later, they arrived in the Blasted Lands, the poisoned red rock gave no relief to the weary party, the month, eventless, Khaz Modan was too quiet, and the lower Lordaeron was uneventful except for the odd glance at a traveler doing quests for local people. “We can get there tonight, but, to be caught at the portal at night is risky, but we are behind, and the Lich King isn’t” Vereesa said calmly. “I say we try tonight, we can camp out on the stairs, the infernals and demons won’t break through, at least, they shouldn’t”, Feldrian said nervously, glancing at the humans and elves glancing at him. Sylvos walked up to his side, and Feldrian almost thought he smiled as he put his hand on Feldrian’s thin shoulder. “The boy is right, we will leave now! Eat quickly, we’ve no time for set backs”. As the party unpacked their gear and started to cook some deer meat, a low growl-hiss came from a large shrub behind Feldrian and quickly, a long red tentacle wrapped around his plate armour, crushing it into his chest, he gapsed as he was pulled into the shadows. “Felhound!” the priest shouted as she reached for staff, as she did this, Sylvos unsheathed a long elvish sword, it’s thin blade glowing red with fire as Vereesa unhooked her bow and drew an arrow. “Enough!” they heard a muffled Feldrian shout, slightly before a blinding white hot light engulfed the camp site, making it brighter than noon for a split second. Once the party regained their sight, they found Sylvos, Vereesa and the priest sitting with Feldrian, his face flushed and his chest heaving. “Vereesa, take his chest plate off, it’s in his rib cage…” they heard the priest say, “Amazing, the power that this mere boy holds…I’ve never seen such power, since Kannos…” Sylvos commented to no one in particular. They removed his chest plate to find no injuries what so ever, even though they saw the blood before. “His holy powers healed himself!” the priest said excitedly as she ran her thin human hand over his forehead. “We’ll carry him with us, you, priest, get a stretcher, Selin, you’re helping me carry him” Sylvos commanded.
By day break they were at the mouth of one of the fissures that lead to the the Dark Portal, soon, Feldrian woke up, seemingly unhindered from his injuries, that were no longer present. “What happened? Why was I being carried, Sylvos, Selin..?” he asked, clearly unaware of what happened. “You yelled enough and destroyed that felhound with your holy light, it was amazing…” Selin trailed off, fading into his own thoughts. “Watch out!” Vereesa screamed as a large black dragon rumbled towards them, then, lifted off and glided towards them. “Shadowfang! Rise and serve me once more!” Sylvos shouted, flinging his arm in front of himself as a large undead wolf like creature jumped out from the red rock and tore at the Dragon’s face. “Enough mortal scourge, more powerful beings have tried to stop me, and your petty magics are no threat” the dragon’s base voice boomed, “Enough of this!” Sylvos shouted as he drew his bow, loaded 3 arrows at once, one with a black flame on the tip, one with a green flame, and one with a red flame and launched them at the dragon. The arrows embedded themselves in the dragon’s skull, as it laughed and said “no arrows can harm-” he was cut off by an enormous explosion in his torso, ripping him into shreds, as his head laid burned and dead, a quiet rasp came out saying slowly, “master…what did I do?”, then it’s eyes quickly shut and the old dragon died. The entire party stared in awe at Sylvos, he turned around grinned, then sent arrow after arrow into the sky, seemingly going no where. Slightly after, screams of hellhounds and dread walkers filled the silence. “Let’s go, they’re dead” Sylvos said, then chanting something as his arrows returned to him, “quite handy, wouldn’t you say?” he grinned. No one asked how he had done it, they assumed it magic. About 10 minutes later, they found themselves at the edge of their world. “To think, Kael’thas stood here so shortly ago…now…he’s dead…” Feldrian said sadly. The priest came up and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, then slowly lead him in, he perked up and said before he walked through “Ammi?”. After Feldrian and Ammi went through, they all followed. Once they were through, Sylvos stopped them and said slowly, and sternly “Kannos’del’thas, was not son of Anasterian, he was immortal, he drank from the well of eternity, throughout the ages, he changed the way he looked, from Night elf, to High elf, to Blood elf, to, what ever he is now. Though he is very old, as you know, so much so, the well’s effects are wearing off, this lead me to believe he was in search of Lady Vashj’s and Kael’thas’ vial remnant bottles, along with Illidan’s, if possible. He is the guardian of the mortals, just like Medivh was meant to be. If he is to die, our world will fall into chaos once more, like when the Burning Legon entered through the Well of Eternity. That is our situation, and we’ll do our damnedest to stop the Legion once more! For Azeroth and the Emerald Dream!”. The small company stood in apt attention as he finished, then, the Elves shouted their cheer for royalty for Sylvos and Ammi.
They quickly set off down the stairs, the roar of battle becoming even more evident as they looked up and saw the Infernals and Dreadlords storming the gate once more. “Enough Legion!” a booming, dark voice sounded, then a blinding white light exploding with hellish screams sounding soon after. “What in the light was that?!” Feldrian shouted over the screams. “It was so powerful, more-so than anything I’ve seen since…no…Impossible, that couldn’t be Kannos…” Ammi trailed off as the light dissipated and the red rock resumed it’s power over the land. “Quickly! Netherstorm is a long way!” Sylvos urged as he whistled a sharp tone for about 10 seconds, then, several large nether drakes screamed and landed, speaking in a low menacing tone; “what do you want mortal, how do you know of our call?” the large green drake asked. “We require safe passage across the twisting nether, to Netherstorm and Tempest Keep” Sylvos replied calmly, walking up to the massive drakes. “What will you give us in return?” a smaller drake asked, then quickly, the large green drake growled at the small one in warning. “This is a matter concerning both our worlds, Deathwing spawn”*Ammi interjected irritably. “Impatient mortals, very well, we will allow you passage, climb on, young mortals” the green drake spoke once more. The small group climbed on and for about six hours they traveled on the near ethereal drakes, the only sound being the sound of the twisting nether and the flap of nether drake wings. “Mortals, your destination is in site, we will drop you off, but we will not stay, since the young blood elve’s departure from there, some less reputable characters have made it their home, good luck, may the nether aid you” the small drake said as he flapped along side. “Sylvos, who should go in?” Feldrian. “The roaster for will accompany me will include, Feldrian, Selin, Ammi, and Vereesa”, Sylvos responded calmly as he jumped off the drake, he cloak fluttering away to exposed singed armour, the same he wore when he faced Kael’thas.
The small party slipped into the ruins of Tempest Keep, it’s once glorious halls dirty, and destroyed. Sylvos regarded here and there about how once a group almost forty men and women nearly gave all their lives to kill Kael’thas, only to find him with a crystal in his chest in Magister’s Terrace. “Brave men, if I recall, Feldrian, your brother went didn’t he?” Sylvos commented. Ammi looked over concerned at the young paladin, “yes, he did, he was one of those who died, all for naught” Feldrian clenched his fists in pain then relaxed as Ammi put her thin arm around his shoulder and embraced him tightly. Sylvos smiled to himself, thinking; love is not for me, no matter, I have a duty, then, I can finally rest…After what seemed like days, they reached the large chamber in which Kael’thas and his lieutenants met the forty men and women. His lieutenant’s corpses littered the floor, still in perfect condition, the fel energy keeping them in perfect condition, ready for a new soul. Off in a distant corner, they saw a shadowy figure sprawled on a table with tubes coming in and out of his body, large machinery humming softly near him as he twitched every so often. Sylvos sprinted over, finding it to be a decaying, old, Dark elf, Kannos. His once long silver hair had been falling out, and turned white and frail. His stern face now ragged, his once brilliant scarlet and blue robes now tattered and dirty. “My god! Who did this to the keeper!” Sylvos regarded in disgust. Ammi turned away stifling a cry, Feldrian saw, and consoled her quietly off to the side. “Damn you Kil’Jaeden! You will not get away with this!” Vereesa shouted into the destroyed roof. “Where is the sword…” Selin said quietly as a massive dark horned figure came into being in the Twisting Nether, it’s long silvery white beard fluttering in a non wind, it’s hooves walking on nothing but still propelling it, it wore an evil, sinister grin that brought Selin to his knees, his robes fluttering gently. “Sargeras!” Sylvos shouted hoarsely. The Dark titan laughed, it’s laugh so loud, the party covered it’s ears, the ground cracking as he got closer, “Your precious sword is mine, young hunter!” his thick, demonic voice sounded. “Run!!” Feldrian shouted; he was on the ground, cluching his head, his silvery hair ruined, his eyes and mouth pouring blood. “Feldrian!” Ammi cried as he lifted him up and ran. “Kannos, I’m not giving up yet, you told me to stand up to the Legon, I’ve done so…Run all of you! I’ll give you the time, take Kannos too!” he said as he unhooked the ancient keeper, handing him off to Selin who rushed away. Sylvos roared angrily, unsheated his bow, chanted something, and shot 6 arrows at once, all glowing white, penetrating deep into Sargeras, but he didn’t even feel it. “Your petty twigs will do you no good!” he boomed once more then lanced black lightning from his finger tips into Tempest Keep, making the entire structure shutter and start to fracture, Sylvos was hit right on, he screamed in agony, a small necklace around his neck exploded on impact with the floor as he descended. “My brother! How far you fallen!” a booming, powerful voice sounded in the distance. “Amman’thul! You fool! I will destroy you along with these mortal rets! They are a testament to all you are!” Sargeras responded, lifting his massive staff and sending black lightning into the distance, Sylvos crawled over, his skin, charred, armour melted, and saw what he tried to hit, a massive figure, wearing a long white robe, with a long white beard, with glowing white eyes, Sylvos felt slightly better as gazed on Amman’thul, his holy pressence infusing him with strength, enough to crawl out of Tempest Keep and collapse on the back of the large green nether drake…
TBC (no not the burning crusade, to be continued)
Some questions you may have will be, “what about the thing with Arthas?” and “what’s the deal with two titan brothers fighting in nether storm?” well I got a one word answer for you, plot-device