The Undercity, The Royal Quarter
One Month Ago
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"With all due respect, Lord Varimathras. I find this order contrasts with my--" Bellmont was interrupted.
"I care little for your side projects, Grand Executor. The Dark Lady's will comes before all others." hissed Varimathras.
Bellmont looked toward Slyvanas pleadingly, however she only narrowed her gaze.
"We require you to overseer the construction of various Zepelin ports in Northrend. With Alliance expeditions there too this is of dire importance. I would not send you there if I did not require you safe-guarding our intrests in the roof of the world." spoke Queen Slyvanas.
Bellmont bowed deeply,
"A beg pardon for my ignorance, your highness. However, might I inquire as to your plans involving the Blacktooth Grin?" inquired Bellmont.
"I am very confident that one of these savages can be corrupted and turned informat in your stead." hissed Varimathras.
Bellmont almost chuckled, the sheer thought of Yagyu's response to such an offer almost bringing a smile to his lips.
"I find that doubtfull, sir." said Bellmont.
Varimathras glared, and raised his hand as if to strike at the Grand Executor. Slyvanas voice cut his action short, however.
"Then we shall place someone in your stead." spoke Queen Slyvanas.
"With greatest respect, your highness, but a simple transfer is impossible. One must gain respect from them... and prove combat experience... it's a very long ordeal." Bellmont spoke desperatly, realizing his superiors clearly failed to grasp the complexitity.
"I HAVE TURNED WORLDS AGAINST EACHOTHER! Are you so conceited to think that a Nathrezeim is unable to handle the simple task of turning Orc against Orc?" hissed Varimathras, beating his wings angerily.
"Silience, Varimathras. Do NOT mistake the Orc's simple nature for stupidity. They're level of cunning and loyality often will match their strength and brutality. While I comprehend your concerns, Grand Executor, this current objective requires immediate attention. We shall find someone capable of meeting the nessecary requirements." spoke Queen Slyvanas.
"If I may, your highness, might I inquire as to who you would send? They are suspicious of my loyalties, and as thus, another Forsaken, particuarly one known in our ranks, would most likely be rejected as a spy." said Bellmont.
Queen Slyvanas averted her gaze to the ceiling, thinking for a few moments.
"We shall send one of the Sin'Dori then." spoke Queen Slyvanas.
Bellmont grimaced.
"With deepest respects your highness, the Grin has a certain distaste for them. We only have one in a high position... and he is often sneered at. They distrust such magics and I believe are equally as such to the Blood Knights." said Bellmont.
"A Blood Knight? A Magister? These examples of Elves are..." Queen Slyvanas's eyes glanced toward the Ambassador and his Blood Knight Honor Guard, altering her definition, "unncompatable with the Grin's nature. I shall find a Ranger, such as myself formerly, with enough combat experience and knowledge to be mutually beneficial to all parties involved." spoke Queen Slyvanas.
"Thank you, your highness, I shall set off immediatly. Might I request that information of who shall be my regnant and his progress?" inquired Bellmont.
Queen Slyvanas nodded.
"Thank you, once again, your highness. I take my leave. I shall ensure the Forsaken's intrests are protected from Scourge, Alliance and all others who'd dare question our might in Northrend." said Bellmont, bowing and exiting the Throne Room.
"Are you really going to search for something for such a minor bit of power?" inquired Varimathras.
Queen Slyvanas nodded.
"This Dread Horde has proven a useful tool, and may one day be a valuable ally if their growth continues. Thrall's death would please me as much as it would them." said Queen Slyvanas.
Varimathras grumbled but nodded his head.
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Hellfire Peninsula, Outland
One Month Ago
The Blood Elves loaded another arcane charge into the balista, causing it to fire a concentrated beam of arcane energies over the hill, forcing the Fel-Orcs from continuing their advance.
A small crumbling wall, ironically enough, made by the Fel-Orcs they now where fighting aided in covering the small cadre of Elves holding off a Fel-Orc attack to huge for any individual to readily count.
Sinderion listened to his communication crystal over the sound of explosions and war-cries. Barely able to make out,
"Renforcements are enroute."
A sudden loud whistle caught his attention, his eyes barely able to pick up the mortar that sailed over the wall and collided with the ballista, causing a large explosion that disoriented all nearby.
A Fel Orc lifted his head up and then stood, raising his axe he yelled a besitial warcry and charged. More then 20 or so of the Fel Orcs ran down the hill.
Rangers fired off arrows and rifles into the wall of oncomming Fel Orcs, with little noticable effect. Sinderion drew his sword and prepared to strike as the Fel Orcs reached the wall.
As one lept in the air he swung his hand to strike but the Fel Orc was torn to shreds by a hail of arcane bolts that ripped through the Fel Orc line attempting to climb over the darkness.
Sinderion turned toward the smoke to see what had launched the arcane bolts. An arcane guardian stepped forth, it's heavy feet shaking the ground as it stood upon.
As if taunting the Fel Orcs it concentrated it's arcane energy, blasting the hill with enough force to leave a small crater.
"CHARGE!! GRANT THEM NO QUARTER!" Sinderion hollered, leaping over the wall as the various Blood Elf Rangers and Blood Knights followered, the Arcane Guardian slowly lumbering after the advance.
The Fel Orcs, seeing this, rallied once more and charged in even greater numbers. The two forces yelled war cries as they drew closer, reading their weapons and preparing to find their destiny as they rushed toward the battle.
Sinderion suddenly slid into a kneeling position, firing off two arrows into the kneck of an oncomming Fel-Orc. Drawing three shots and pulling them back he lept off a small rock and twirled around in mid air, searching for the best targets.
As his feet touched the ground he let off the shots. The arrows finding the back of the heads of three Fel Orcs. Truning around he drew another arrow, being struck with a ball of fire before he was able to fire it. He slid on the red ground of Hellfire, jerking his legs up he flipped back into a standing position and fired a siliencing shot at the Fel Orc Warlock. Swiftly drawing another arrow he finished the Fel Orc Warlock with a shot threw the eye.
He stood hearing another Fel Orc rushing toward him. The Fel Orc knocked his bow aside, causing him to fire it into the ground. The Fel Orc then lept to tackle Sinderion, but with one swift movement Sinderion drew his blade and whirled around, sticking his blade out in his former position and allowing the Fel Orc to fall on it, slicing the attacker in two. Seeing another two attackers Sinderion sighed, turning around and with a swift jerk of his blade he slit both of the Fel Orcs throats as they came into range of his longsword. They're blood spurted from the slits in their knecks, covering his face with the warm liquid.
Sinderion wiped the blood from his eyes and turned to see the Arcane Guardian pick up a Fel Orc and crush his back, throwing the Fel Orc at several of his still living comrades. The Arcane Guardian channeled it's energy and let out another hail of arcane bolts at several Fel Orcs attempting to flank it, one however got through the barrage, latching on to the device and drawing a sinister looking device which Sinderion immediatly recongized as a goblin sapper charge.
"TAKE COVER!" Sinderion shouted as he lept into the dirt and propped up a dead Blood Elf and Fel Orc nearby to shield him.
The explosion set off the Guardian's arcane-core, causing a massive magical explosion which sent shrapnel in the form of the runes that built the guardian all over the battlefield. The dead Fel-Orc and Blood Elf Sinderion had used as a makeshift barricade torn apart by the magically charged bits and peices of the Guardian.
Sinderion waited for the ringing in his ear to stop as he looked around, he quickly grabbed the banner of the Sin'Dori from a nearby dead Blood Knight and sprinted up to the top of the hill.
Arrows, axes and bullets wized by him as he ran. A few explosions from various grenades causing him to alter his path as he ran. A bullet that bounced off his shoulder-pad and grazed his throat couped with a well-thrown grenade caused Sinderion to fall to the ground.
With the last bits of his strength he forced the banner into the ground. Various arrows and bullets ripping holes through the fabric of the banner, but it still stood out tall in noticable on the hill.
Within seconds of the banner being placed, four Dragonhawk riders swooped down, dropping arcane charges onto the Fel-Orcs as they whipped by. What little remained of the Fel-Orc opposition was sent fleeing back to the citadel. However, it was clear to Sinderion that no medical help would be comming to assist, as the Dragonhawk Riders kept going.
"Typical..." hissed Sinderion in a hoarse voice, gripping the spot where the bullet had grazed his throat. Standing he looked around the battlefield for survivors. Walking around he checked the pulse of Fel-Orc and Blood Elf alike, driving his blade through any Fel-Orc still drawing breath and dragging any surviving Blood Elf he found nearby with him as he staggered the long distance back to Falcon Watch.
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Two Hours Later
"You preformed quite admirably, Sinderion." spoke the Magister as he reviewed his peer's sucess.
"You did however loose the majority of your force, and a ballista. Which we will be reducing from your pay, naturally." noted the Magister, reviewing a sheet given to him by scouts and Priests.
Sinderion stood, still sore. He casually walked over to the Magister and gripped his throat with one hand. Strangling the Magister as he dragged him with one hand to the medical ward.
He then drew his dagger and ran it through the Magister's stomache.
"My sword's stuck in the Magister, please reduce from his pay for the inconvince. Thank you." said Sinderion, leaving the sword in the Magister as he exited the Medical Ward.
"That seemed unnessecary." commented the Ranger-Captain, strolling over to Sinderion.
"These book-reading imbeciles have the gull to tell me that I am to be punished for winning a battle and dragging the few survivors left back because they find us expendable." Sinderion hissed.
"I ment the part where you left him in the Medical Ward." said the Ranger-Captain sarcastically. The two chuckled lightly.
"Anyways, returning to the main point of the conversation. You have been summoned to the Undercity. By the Dark Lady herself." explained the Ranger-Captain.
"Hmm... strange." said Sinderion.
"Anything you may have done? Positive or negative to earn this audience with the Forsaken's queen?" asked the Ranger-Captain.
"I served with Slyvanas Windrunner before she fell during the invasion. However unless she's feeling nostalgic and want's a Farstrider's reunion, I doubt thats the case. At any rate, this change is welcome... Thrall's too cowardice to advance and they're strong enough not to stop... so we'll keep dieing until one side runs out of soldiers." explained Sinderion with a strong malice in his tone.
"Well, we have your ride ready. Good luck. And also, don't look the Dreadlord in the eyes. The Apothecaries say he'll read your mind if you do." warned the Ranger-Captain.
Sinderion raised his eyebrow.
"Thanks. Good luck, we'll speak next time I return." said Sinderion as he gathered his things and walked toward the Flight Master.
To be continued....