The Last Alliance

[Screech]

Several days pass, and the voyage is quite easy as no sea monseters, nor Naga threaten the small vessel. At length, they arrive on the shores of the Plaguelands, formerly known as Lorderon. The once great trees now withered and dead. The ground cracked and hard. A huge cloud of flies hovers close to a small port town close to the landing site.

Shael'nis leaps from the prow of the ship, landing gracefully, pulling her cloak around her and raising her hood. Preparing her bow and arrows, she moved to the cold, dead trees, using their shadow to conceal herself from any prying eyes

Off in the distance, something once-human moaned...

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Like any Goblin,short and chaotic Beofurm had been busy working for other people,knowing that it would take them seven days,he could make that the trip there and back in two to three days at the most.

Beofurm had decided to some other work down in the southern edge of Kalimdor in Ogrimmar.Beofurm had been running supplies of all sorts for the orcs in building their mighty city and in return he recieved some warriors for this grand cameign,he could not trust a Blood Elf or a Night elf,they would be no use him becuase he bet that in a couple of weeks they would have killed each other by now and the other one was a human.On top of that,he was not placed in their group,so he was going rogue.

They had just crossed the Maelstorm yesterday and had arrived in the plague lands before the army of the Alliance.The Goblin had stopped up in the ruined land of Quel Thalas,looking for treasures,the wealth of the once proud kings of the elves but like Arthas had said "Death itself has come to this land"

Arthas,the king of the dead after his suscession of the lich king,The goblins hated Arthas becuase he refused to work with the goblins,but that was becuase he commanded the undead and they didnt well,have an economy.

Beofurm stood on the railing of his airship,holding onto one of the ropes with one hand,a long metal scope in his other hand held to his eyes,the magnifaction allowing him to see a great distance.Spying on the movements of the Alliance troops,he signaled his helms men to bring them in closer.

 

[Lusendro]

Lusendro stepped from the boat he had never been a sea person and was glad to see the back of it. His legs felt weak, after days on a rocking ship it took some time for the legs to get accustomed to dry stable land again. Pulling on his worn travel cloak he followed Shael'nis kneeling next to her he leaned in close and said "Best be prepared danger is nearby" it was, surprisingly, the most he had said since the start of the journey.

 

[Orlanth]

Geldor Earthfire

Walking calmly of the ship Geldor was still in disgust of what was now the plaguelands - thee once proud land of Lorderon was the first to fall to the Burning Legion and most of the humans became undead.

Geldor heard a human moan off in the distance. He looked over to the other two advantures; "We're going to have company." With that said he got ready to attack.

 

[Screech]

"Aye, danger is rife in these lands" Sheal'nis kept in the shadow of the trees, using her skills to become near invisable, scanning the road ahead. Slowly she started to advance down the ruined road, ready for trouble

*****

Druss Frostbolt had sensed the boat with it's cargo of living meat coming in to land. He had prepared for their landing by having some acolytes summon a Ziggurant, then sacrifice themselves to power it's spirit tower crystal. Once it was up, he had called for a contigent of zombies from his master, Kel'Thuzad.

Now, the demi-liche sat in the tower, his zombies milling around outside, waiting for the foolish adventuers

 

[TheScarletBlade]

The sky was always dark here in Arthas's "Reborn Lorderon",there was always a howling wind and the stench of death that stung at your nostrils and lastly the sickly howl of the undead that sent a shock to your core.The once proud shores turned to blight,the once healthy trees turned to ash and withered....There was no life in the plague lands.

Beofurm's Airship hovered gently over a patch of land that held a Undead base,yet the captain was no longer standing on the rail,no the goblin wasnt even in sight.In place of where the goblin usual stood,a large mybe 6'3 well musculed orc stood,his large foot on the railing as he quickly strapped down his weapons.With sharp dark red eyes and a dark black grizzled beard,the Orc blade master weilded a large broad bladed yet curved blade loosely based on a dio katana yet made by the finest Orc smiths of Durotar.

The blade master quickly took up the large blade in one hand and grabbed a rope that hung down that stopped only 5 feet from the ground in the middle of the base,the Blade Master known as Kyp Bloodkar let out a loud cry that seeming echoed across the entire quiet land "LOK TAR OGAR MY WARRIORS!!!!" Ropes from all sides of the Airship dropped down,Beofurm's disguise had worn off,yet no one knew he was the same person as the goblin.Kyp Bloodkar was a warchief,his father being related to Thrall son of Durotar.The blade Master had ran away from a life he didnt want and joined a group of goblins,learning their ways and using magic to disguise himself as one.

Trolls and Orcs quickly spilled out of the holds and took to ropes down,falling from the sky into the middle of the base and beganing to massive fight,attacking the off gaurd undead by suprise.Spears and Axes clashed against claw and sword as the battle raged on below,the blade master would not be left out.Standing on the ledge,the blade master jumped over the side,holding the large yet light weight blade in one hand as he fell to the earth,the wind whipping all around him as he went,he grabed the rope at the last second after flipping his body to go down head first.Catching the rope witrh both his boots,he hung upside down a few feet from the ground.Quickly pushing left with his legs while he let go,using the momentum of the push to correct his position and land his his feet,in a crouched position.

Setting both hands on the larger blade,he came from a downwards position to standing in one smooth motion,his blade trailing and comming up in a diagonally arc,the sharpened blade cleanly cutting through a skeltons neck and cleanly cutting through the bone,sending the head flying off to the left.Quickly using one of his legs he lashed out with it,the foot connecting with the skeltons chest and bearing in the ground to crumble to ash.

The blade master singled out a crypt fiend in the fray,a large spider like beast that was bfiring webs of a sickly green color to entangle his warriors.A massive battle was raging on around him and he focused his chi and quickly began to walk on air,becoming invisable to enemies.Quickly dashing up the air,he came to a stop a step away from the crypt fiend.Jumping high into the lifting the blade all the way over his head,the bright blade gleaming the blade master brought it down as he planted his feet on the ground of the crypt fiend.Pushing all his strength,the blade cleanly cut the fiends large bulbous head right down the middle cleanly,the head was whole then cleanly fell off into two halves.

Looking around the Blade master saw they were quickly being outnumbered as he realized more reinforcements from another base were on the way,looking back at the shore he hoped the blasted human's were hurrying this way.He knew how they didn't like the orcs very much,but yet he liked humans but thats becuase his other life was a goblin and what got his friends money got him money.The battle raged on fiercely and it seemed to be in a deadlock until the trees blew apart from a meat wagon,the reinforcements had arrived with a deathknight at their head.

 

[Screech]

Druss Frostbolt stood atop his spirit tower, pirecting the vengevel spirits channelled through it's structure down to the battling warriors, tearing the souls from the Orcs and Trolls attacking his compound. He could see the greenskins had struck with surprise, and his skeletons and zombies were no match for their warriors.

Sending a series of ice bolts down into the ranks, he started to fear. The greenskins were doing well, decimating his ranks. One in particular he recognised as a Blademaster. He had sent a plea to the nearest outpost for warriors to be raised and sent at once, and hopen apon his infernal existence they would arrive.

Luck, it seemed, was on his side this day. No sooner had he comitted his reserves to the battle, holding off the Orcs did the reinforcements arrive in the form of a Death Knight and his retinue. Who the knight was he did not know, but it may be enough.

Floating out of the spirit tower, Druss sent another wave of ice shards into the combatants as he made his way toward the Blademaster

******

Shael'nis held up her hand. She turned to Geldor. "Do you hear that Blood Mage? The slash of steel on steel resounds from ahead. We should investigate. Perhaps we could be of assistance"

 

[Lusendro]

Pulling his crossbow from his cloak he slipped two bolts into place and followed behind the two adventurers. Ahead he was greeted by the sight of total chaos. A group of orks were in danger of bein overwhelmed by ranks upon ranks of the undead. He expertly loosed his two bolts one taking a skeleton in the left eye, deacapitating it and the other hit a zombie in the chest. Unsheathing his two short swords he dived into the fray.

 

[Orlanth]

Geldor Earthfire

"I agree," Geldor grabs his sword and pulls it free, small flames of fire burning along the lolng red blade. "let's move." With his sword in one hand and the other free he moved over next to Shael'nis.

As he saw the human charge, he saw a few zombies charge him from the left. Geldor reached out with his hand, summoning his flame strike

The flame strike hit pefictly as the zombies caught fire, and fell to the ground in a burning pile of undead flesh.

Geldor then sent a firebal into an on coming Crypt Fiend. "Bring it on!" The fireball didn't stop the on coming spider. Geldor jumped, angeling his sword down, he planted the sword in the Fiend's head, killing the abomination. "Come on show me what yo got!"

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Like every battle it was hot and cold at the same time,it was good and evil at all times and it came down to every man for himself.Shadows of the enemies cast a shadow over the orcs,yet they would not be defeated so easly.

Kyp Bloodkar,A orcish blade master walked slowly into the center of the mess,arrows caught flight yet none seemed to hit him as he lifted his large broad bladed dio katana,the blade black and jagged in the form of lightning signifying rank as a blade master.Holding the hilt in both his hands,he let out one cry "LOK TAR OGAR!!!!" The blade master stood in defiance of everyone else as the battle raged on.

His eyes locked on the death knight,narrowing as he quickly analyized his foe and gripped his blade.Growling low,the blade master quickly lifted his blade and reflected three scarbs shot by a crypt fiend and began a dead charge for the creature.The crypt fiend lowered its head so it could impale the crazy bloodlust orc with wicked delight.It never got the chance.The blade master quickly hopped over its pincers and ran up its bulbous head,quickly running along its torax and running down its ambomen,the blade quickly bounced off the back of the crypt fiend high into the air.Quickly spinning the blade so he held the hilt in one hand with the blade sticking out like a javlin,the Orc Blademaster quickly hurled it foreward with all his might.

Like the blade master had predicted,the Death knight lifted his large sword,sitting back on his steed and quickly knocked the blade to the side,to the left.The sworld hurtled off to the side quickly spinning....spinning...spinning right into the hands of the blade master he had landed to the left and slightly behind the death knight.Quickly planting his feet and pivoting around,the orc blade master lashed out,the blade cleaving up in a arc,cutting through an arm,a head and then another arm.As the blade came down,he flipped to the edge of the sword inwards and swung it like a bat,cutting the death knight entwain.

 

[Lusendro]

Lusendro fought hard his old bones already tiring. He blocked a cut to his left from a skeleton and responded with a savage kick to the groin knocking its whole bottom half away. Another attack came but it was clumsy and badly timed he side stepped and rammed his short sword into the creatures stomach where it was lodged. He cursed himself taking his short sword two handed he moved deeper into the battle.

 

[Screech]

Shael'nis started to fire shots into the thining Undead ranks, particularly at the meaty ones. Her harrows struck home every time, but with creatures that are not alive, it was difficult to fell them.

Sighing reluctantly, she discarded her bow and drew her long dagger, rushing into the nearest group of zombified humans. Ducking and dodging their clumsy swings, she used her knife to stash and hack at the undead, causing blood and gore to spill onto the ground - plus a few internal organs and the odd eyeball. Furiously she faught, hacking away, and getting ever more covered in bile

******

Druss floated toward Kyp and hovered a short distance away. Pointing to the Blademaster, he opened his fleshless mouth. You, Blademaster. You are powerful indeed. You shal make a worthy addittion to my master's forces!" Moving one hand back, he summoned an aura of frost about himself, and sent several shards of ice flying toward the Orc

 

[Lusendro]

Lusendro saw the shards fly over head but took no real notice in them. He had received several shallow wounds the worse one was above his left eye and was obscuring his view. His lost left hand sword had been replaced by a small scimitar. He could see the undead ranks thinning and felt a strong sense of releif. Seeing the battle almost won Lusendro got his second wind and charged into battle refreshed kicking and hacking his way through the remaining ranks.

 

[TumbleUpStairs]

Sha'n watched the battle from a distance, grey eyes narrowing slightly. He fingered the worn places on the handle of his blade absentmindedly, considering the situation. He removed his backpack and stowed it in a small hole in a tree, then made his way towards the battle, pulling the knife from his belt and slashing efficently at the first undead that came close to him. He remained close to the edge of the battle.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

Upon the broken land of the blight,there was nothing living it was said,yet right now the land seemed animated as a battle raged on somewhere deep inland between orcs,alliance and a mysterious blade master all against a common goal:The undead.

"I shall never serve the dead,for once there was once a saying that death itself has come to this land" The blade master set both of his large hands on the smooth wooden hilt of his ceremonial blade master sword "Take a good long look upon my face,you set your gaze upon death and it has come" With a free hnad,the orc blade master drew something from his belt,a large container of some sort of liqud.

Popping the large cap cork off,the blade master poured some upon his blade,cleaning it of all blood and giving it some sort sparkling polish gleam in the pale moonlight.The blade master quickly threw the cap back on and chucked it over to the night elf.The water was magical,A water that the elves denied to admit existed yet the jug was created to make any water held in its container this sort of holy water.

The properties of the water were that it made any undead affected with it unable to regenerate wounds made by it and if killed by a weapon with the water on,they may never rise to the call of their master again: a true death.The orc had done his research,the blade master quickly set his other hand on his two hand hilt and quickly planted his feet,his blade moving in quick arcs,cleaving and battering aside ghouls as the remainder of the troops,there low level troops where all they had left.The bones cleaved by the sword sears and the screams of death to the undead howled through the night,yet the blade master only looked foreward,his red eyes narrowing at the Liche.

 

[Orlanth]

Geldor Earthfire

"Arrrgh!" Geldor moaned as he charged through a grouping of Zombies, his blade was swung side to side cutting through undead flesh leaving body parts everywhere.

The tides had turned, and victory was near. Before he could find another target, a Crypt Fiend burst out of the trees behind Geldor and spat at him.

The web pinned Gldor to the ground. He couldn't even see his attacker as he was pinned to the groud.

The beast stabed Geldor's left leg with a thang, screaming out in pain Geldor swung his blade over his head slicing enough web to exscape through.

Jumping out, he throw a fireball at the Fiend as Geldor spinned to face his attacker. He throw another fireball hitting the beast in a leg nocking it down. Another firball hit it's head, Geldor throw one last fireball which hit the Fiend in a critical spot, killing the undead creature. "Don't ever do that again you stinking undead corpse of rotting flesh!"

 

[TumbleUpStairs]

Sha'n was holding his own fairly well, despite using only his small blade. One creature managed to gash his back before Sha'n whirled on it and it fell in three strikes. Sha'n moved back slightly, having done a fair deal of damage to the ranks of undead, defending himself from the few that still persisted in attacking him.

 

[Screech]

Druss recognised the water placed on the blade as holy water, blessed by the original clerics of Northshire, no less! Looking around he saw his warriors falling far too quickly. What he could really do with were some necromancers...

Pulling out a scroll, he read aloud it's incantation and his body was surrounded by two glowing golden circles. "You are lucky, Orc. But next time we meet, I will be properly prepared!" The circles closed together and Druss vanished in a puff of smoke, returned to a Black Citadel somewhere furthur inland...

******

Sheal'nis lept and caught the holy water gracefully, landing behind the zombies she had been fighting. Confident of victory now that so many of the undead were falling, she did not react in time to the hidde ghould that sprang out at her, slashing it's claws across her back, making her scream in agony before spinning around and lodging her dagger in the beast's eye, felling it.

Staggering to the side, SHeal'nis collapsed to her knees, feeling her blood run freely down the back. With luck, she hoped, the others could finish off the remaining skeletons and zombies before the smell of her blood attracted them to her

 

[Lusendro]

Lusendro heard the scream and looked to his left Sheal'nis had fallen a large gash on her back. He cursed himself in the past he would never do this but with age he had grown less cold. He sighed the battle was all but won now anyway he rushed over to the fallen woman and scooped her up slinging her arm over his shoulders he began to move her from the battle. The smell of blood attracted creatures to them but Lusendro quickly dispatched them quickly with his crossbow or sword. Surprised to find she was still concious he told her "Wait here your in no condition to keep fighting" with that he rushed back into the now one sided battle.

 

[Orlanth]

Geldor Earthfire

Geldor, seeing what had happoend reached out and summoned another flame strike to hold back the undead running afther Lusendro. "I got you coverd human!" Throwing a fireball hitting a goual, another fireball hit a crypt fiend.

Geldor summoned another flame strike on the undead which had turned their attention on him. Falling to the ground burning, only a few of they Undead were still alive.

Sword in hands glowing red with flames, Geldor charged in to get between a Crypt Fiend and the Night Elf. "Not this time Undead!" He shouted at the beast aas his sword hit the tangs blocking the attack on Sheal'nis.

The Fiend turned it's rage on to Geldor. It's legs flung out and grabed hold of Geldor and picked him up and throw him just as Lusendro fired a few a few arrows into the rear of the spider.

Now the fiend turned and charged Lusendro. Geldor recovering from his fall jumped into the Fiend, platting the Fire sword into it's side, letting out a moan of pain, the beast gave up it's life.

Standing, Geldor looked at Lusendo, then slowly turned around on a limping leg to look at Sheal'nis. "Now that was fun," he then fall back to the ground felling exshursted.

 

[TheScarletBlade]

A mighty cry echoed through the entire silent land of the former land of the humans now the plagueland.The cry of victorious orcs and trolls,covered head to toe in blood and battered from the long battle against the undead.

Only searing bones where the holy water on the blade of the Blade Master had seared the skin,charred it and sent the souls of the dead away to their creator and by creator we are not talking about Arthas.Holding the large two handed blade in his hands as if were not even there,as if it was an extension of his body.Lowering it to the ground,the Orc blade master marked a large symbol into the ground,the ancient symbol of the Blade Master's clan: The Bloodkar.

Looking in the directions of the companions that had come to his people's aid,he nodded to them as he caught hold of one of the ropes from the ship,the ship he was clearly entering was the ship of the goblin Beofurm.The orcs and trolls quickly scaled the ropes into the ships.Lifting his massive blade,the blade master cleanly cut off fifteen ropes,each rope was made for a certian warrior,to his specs and when one warrior died,it was cermonial to remove the rope and never replace it,that was the way of his warriors.

Lifting the blade up,the broad blade,curved like a katana with a magic sharpened edge making it one of the keenest blades in the world,he blade master keenly cut through his rope as it hung down for him.Waving the ships away,the ships turned and dissappeared over the next rise or so,leaving the lone blade master to stand on the symbol of the Bloodkar in the middle of the ground,hundreds of dead laying around him where the great battle had taken place.

Fluiently crossing across the battle field,the blade master lifted the head of the Death knight that he had finished off.Lifting the ghastly head,its mouth opened as it made its last final scream before its death,the orc impaled it on a crudely made pole.Walking back into the center of the Symbol,the blade master drove the pole into the ground as a warning.

 

[TumbleUpStairs]

Sha'n could feel blood on his own back as well, but he was not too badly hurt. He glanced at the woman who had been similarly wounded, lingering a fleeting moment still in the open.
After a breif pause he moved away from the whole scene without a word or another look around, blending into the surrounding scant foilage without disturbing it.
He toyed in a vague kind of way with the idea of following the strangers, but knew that his gash needed to be tended to first.

 

[Lusendro]

Running a hand through his sweat streaked hair he walked towards his two companions. He first moved to Geldor taking his hand in the warriors grasp, wrist to wrist he nodded Showing his appreciation for what he did. Next he moved to Sheal'nis kneeling behind her, the gash in her back was deep and needed stitching. He cut the back of her top and took out a needle and thread, this would have to do until they found someone to do a better job. Pinching one of the gashes together with his fingers he began to expertly stich it together.

 

[Screech]

Shael'nis managed to grin through the dull pain in her back at Geldor's words. "Y..yeah. Killing less the... 50 undead at a time... is boreing"

When Lusendro moved behind her and took a knife to her top, she was slightly shocked, and moved a hand up to hold her fur-lined leather bra on. However her shock turned to pain as he started to stitch her wounds, and, as he did that, she reached out and clasped Geldor's hand, squeezing it in response to the pain.

But she did not cry out, trying as hard as she could to bear the pain

 

[Lusendro]

Lifting his canteen he poured some water onto a torn piece of cloth and dabbed it to the blood seeping through the stitches biting off the excess wire he inspected his work satisfied he threw his travel cloak over her to cover her modesty then pulled off the tatters of her shirt and handed her his last frsh one. Moving away from the two of them he began to clean his weapons.