Chapter 76.5
"It's great to hear from you, Thrall!" Taretha, or more commonly known as Tari, excitedly greeted her little brother in all but blood over the scrying stone.
Since she was studying in Dalaran under the sponsorship of a former member of the Council of Six, Taretha was allowed to live in and care for Master Krasus' home while he was away. The private setting made it perfect for her to contact her brother without anyone else eavesdropping on her as often as she wanted. Since they were both busy with their respective studies, they tried to talk to each other at least once a week.
"It is great to hear from you too, Tari," Thrall said with an easy smile, nothing like the forced ones he used to wear when they lived under Blackmoore. "Has anything interesting or exciting happened since the last time we talked?"
"It's Dalaran, little brother, everything is interesting!"
Which was quite true, since the city was quite possibly the most cosmopolitan and impressive city in the world! She could not walk a few feet from her room without encountering one of many races that made up the world, some magical wonder, or some absurd creature that Tari could have never hoped to have seen before in her life. It made her grateful every day for the opportunity that Master Krasus gave to her to live and learn here.
"Hehe, fair enough," Thrall admitted. "Mayhaps, I will have the chance to visit in the future."
"That…" Tari's joy dried up as she recalled the way her classmates and people in general spoke of the Horde and orcs whenever the topic came up. Hearing the way that people, whom she viewed as kind and even friends, claiming that all orcs were vicious monsters that deserved to be in chains their whole lives disturbed and angered her in equal measure. Whenever the conversation turned to discussion of the orcs, she either tried to change the subject or leave the room before she started punching people. "That… might be a long while into the future…"
"I know, Tari, I know…" Thrall assured her. "I apologize for making such a jest."
"It's just… I know the Horde did terrible things, there is no denying that…" Tari stumbled for words.
"Indeed, Master Drek'thar says the same," Thrall nodded, his eyes distant for a moment.
"But to just assume that all orcs are evil just because of that… is wrong," Tari said. "You had nothing to do with the Horde at all! But the way people talk, they would string you up just for being an orc…"
"The wounds of war are still fresh. Time is needed for them to heal, and mayhaps in time peace and understanding can truly begin between my people and those we have wronged," Thrall said slowly, deep in thought. "It might not happen in our lifetimes… but maybe we can be a part of the process, sister."
"Considering how many people want you and your clan dead or worse, I need to become a powerful mage just to stand by your side," Tari said with conviction. "It wouldn't do for the world's greatest shaman to not have the world's greatest mage by his side, right?"
"Hehehe, I'm far from the world's greatest shaman, Tari," Thrall laughed, his features relaxed and joyful once again.
"Well, same here for being a mage, but I work ten times harder than my classmates. So, that has to count for something!" Tari pointed out confidently. "I'm even looking into the classes around arcane weaving that the nerubians, like Master Krivax, use. It's very interesting, and it honestly reminds me of a lot of knitting scarves with my mom! Most of the noble-born here can't wrap their heads around the idea at all!"
Both Tari and Thrall laughed at that, the image of noble born students struggling with basic knitting being too funny to think about in silence.
"Still though, they're not all bad," Tari admitted. "A new student, Jania, is really sweet and has lots of talent for magic in general. She is one of the only people I can talk to about orcs without her saying horrible things about them. I think you and her could become friends, honestly."
"Maybe one day, but for now I am glad you are finding true companionship," Thrall said. "And recently, I have as well."
With that, a small furry being came into view in the scrying stone. The wolf pup looked at Tari with interest, her tongue lolling out and tail wagging. Naturally, there was only one way for Tari to react.
"It's so fluffy!" Tari squealed and dearly wished she could hug the puppy in her arms.
"Her name is Snowsong," Thrall introduced. "Members of my clan live and work alongside the native frostwolves as partners and equals, and she has chosen me to be her companion. It is a great honor, and since she is now family it seemed only right to introduce you to her."
"I will demand all the cuddles when I come by and visit!"
The next few minutes were spent with Tari cooing over the pup, and Thrall explaining what it was like for the two of them to care for one another. Tari was extremely jealous when Thrall told her that in time Snowsong would grow large enough to carry him.
"Can I possibly get one?" Tari asked hopefully.
"One doesn't 'get' a frostwolf companion, sister. They are not pets, but equals in all things… Though if one day you come to the Valley and one approaches you, it would be dishonorable to reject them."
"Then Snowsong better look forward to a sibling in the future!" Tari said with confidence, which made her brother laugh. "So, I tell you about my schooling all the time, but how about yours?"
"Learning the arcane and learning how to entreat the spirits and elements are two different things, sister," Thrall reminded her, dropping his voice to sound like Master Drek'thar. "It would be like trying to describe how water works to a rock."
"Pleassssssse…"
"All I can say is that Master Drek'thar says I am proceeding well in my training despite my youth," Thrall explained. "It… feels natural, to ask for the aid of the spirits and elements. I can already summon lighting and even the spirit of past frostwolves in times of need."
"I need to see that some day!" Tari excitedly said.
"Of course, beyond my training as a shaman, I am also learning much about what it is to be an orc," Thrall continued, after a brief pause. "It feels strange at times, natural and right in others, but… I like to think that I am taking the best of both my upbringings to create something that is uniquely me… and maybe in time other orcs will follow my example so that we can live in peace with the other peoples' of this land. After all, I want to be able to stand by your side without causing you trouble, sister…"
"You can never cause me trouble, Thrall," Tari assured him before grimacing. "Are you sure you want me to keep calling you that? I know your birth name-"
"While I will honor and use the name my parents gave me, Go'el, my human name is the one I have always known despite its meaning," her brother assured her with a smile. "After all, even though it was used as an insult against me, I always remember each time how you spoke it with nothing but love. That is why I shall not discard it and why I do not wish you to stop using it for my sake alone."
"Thrall… thank you," Tari simply said, feeling herself tear up a bit. "Anyway, has there been anything interesting happening over there? Other than a lot of Kirin Tor members apparently heading over to the new western continent, things have been pretty normal and boring over here."
"Life goes on as always, although…" Thrall mused. "My master has mentioned possibly receiving visions in his sleep… of being judged by a great and powerful stag…"
Tari and her brother would continue to speak with each other for hours, during which the whole world fell away and it was just the two siblings enjoying each other's company, until eventually they had to bid each other farewell for the moment. She felt a little sad every time her brother vanished from the scrying stone, but was certain that they would speak again soon.
As she tucked herself in her bed in Dalaran, Tari dreamt that night that they had become stronger and more skilled than before. They were standing side by side as equals, ready to face whatever challenges the world saw to throw at them.
For they were family, and true family fought side by side!
—
There is a place in the central part of Northrend called the Dragonblight, a vast graveyard of dead dragons that contains several locations of varying importance.
On the southern coast of Dragonblight, Moa'ki Harbor was slowly rivaling Kaskala in the Borean Tundra as the 'capital' of the tuskarr people due to extensive trade with Azjol-Nerub and the Eastern Kingdoms. In the center of the Dragonblight was Wyrmrest Temple, the massive Titan created structure that served as a meeting point for all of the Dragonflights. And of course, underneath the entire region was Azjol-Nerub itself, the grandest city in the known world.
But there was one place that interested Initiate Krukzax in particular on the map that was unfurled in front of him. The taunka 'capital' known as Icemist Village was conveniently located not far from Azjol-Nerub's main entrance.
Initiate Krukzax had only recently completed his coming-of-age exams and started his service in the Foreign Outreach Division. Like most of the initiates who requested to join the new division, he had been inspired by Vizier Krivax's unprecedentedly fast rise through the ranks for his great service to Azjol-Nerub.
In spite of his youth, Vizier Krivax had established relations with the tuskarr and brought back new knowledge, trade goods, and technology from his meeting. Many of his peers dismissed these things as frivolity, but Initiate Krukzax obviously didn't agree. Otherwise, he wouldn't have worked so hard to join the Foreign Outreach Division.
Thanks to Vizier Krivax's efforts, Azjol-Nerub had learned of the existence of other continents and races. Now there were multiple nerubian exclaves in the Eastern Kingdoms.
The kingdom was creating its own navy with the help of the tuskarr and introducing incredible new alchemical compounds. Because of Vizier Krivax, Azjol-Nerub was becoming more powerful every day. Even the High King himself had acknowledged his achievements!
Last month, Vizier Hud'rek, current acting head diplomat, had informed him that the council had decided to seek help from other magic users on Azeroth in coming up with long term solutions to deal with the Primals on Kalimdor. Based on his research, the taunka possessed an unique shamanistic technique that could be effective in fighting the plant hivemind. Therefore, he had suggested to Vizier Hud'rek that the kingdom make official contact with the taunka in Icemist Village.
Initiate Krukzax had studied the first meeting with the tuskarr extensively and sought to replicate that success again. He had spent several days talking to the tuskarr hunters to learn about the taunka's culture and society. Even though the taunka were self-sufficient and kept to themselves, Initiate Krukzax had learned that the primitive bovine humanoids knew the tuskarr language. He had devised a plan based on this information to make contact with the Icemist Village.
Initiate Krukzax had approached a hill close to the taunka settlement and left messages written in tuskarr and trade goods of various types for their patrols to come across. The messages offered the small bundles of silk, ores, and hides in return for anything the patrols deemed to be equal value. In the messages, each time he'd ask if he could have permission to safely travel and enter their village. After several dozen of these dropoff trades, he had finally received a terse answer.
'Yes, but come alone.'
So Initiate Krukzax made the cold but thankfully short trip to Icemist through Azjol-Nerub main surface entrance.
Icemist was located within a small icy valley surrounded by waterfalls and cliffs on the edge of Lake Wintergrasp. The village was only easily accessible through two large bridges over the river that fed the lake. The taunka of Icemist used this natural defensive location to their advantage to help protect themselves against roving raiding bands of wolvar and magnataur. As Initiate Krukzax approached the bridge, he saw taunka traveling on canoes on the river and using nets to catch fish.
Initiate Krukzax showed the stoic and suspicious taunka guards the note at the bridge. After examining his note, he was led to a large building covered with mammoth bones and fur.
Which is how he found himself before Roanauk Icemist, leader of the taunka. According to the tuskarr, the white bison humanoid taunka was not only the chief of the greatest taunka village, but also possessed a great deal of influence over the other taunka settlements all over Northrend.
"Greetings, High Chieftain Icemist," Initiate Krukzax bowed. "This one is known as Initiate Krukzax of the Foreign Outreach Division of Azjol-Nerub. I've come to seek an audience with you and establish friendly relations between our peoples. As a gesture of my friendly intentions, I have brought some gifts for you."
Thanks to his research ahead of time, he had prepared polar bear pelts and spotted hippogryph downs, both of which were highly valued by the taunka culture, as gifts for their leader. Even though Roanauk remained impassive, the taunka warriors guarding the room looked at the pelts and downs with wonder.
"Have heard of you nerubians for quite some time now," Roanauk spoke up. "For countless generations our ancestors spoke of your kind living beneath the earth not far from here, but rare was your sighting… until recently. Now you can be seen across the surface of Northrend among the tuskarr, foreigners, and even stranger things… such as the new mountain that graces the Borean Tundra."
"While we were not involved with the teleportation of the 'mountain' into Borean Tundra, we've been reaching out to the newcomers to Northrend. In recent years, Azjol-Nerub has seen fit to lessen its isolation and explore the surface world," Initiate Krukzax admitted. "And many have benefited from association with us as a result."
"And now you seek something from my people, bringing gifts to convince me to do so," Roanauk said pointing to the pelts and the downs.
"The gifts are merely that, gifts freely given to you and your people. As for the trade goods left for your patrols, I wished to simply have the opportunity to meet with you," Initiate Krukzax said truthfully. "You are not bound to agree to anything with me, but I promise you any deal made with us would be honored so long as something of equal value is given in turn."
Roanauk studied him a moment before humming and nodding. "Speak then."
"Azjol-Nerub, through our association with the tuskarr, is interested in the style of magic known as shamanism, the ability to commune with the elements and spirits of ancestors for great power," Initiate Krukzax explained. "Unfortunately, our efforts to study and use it ourselves has been… slow due to a lack of understanding and the mindset required to use it among most of my people. However, tuskarr shamans spoke of a different form of shamanism used by your people."
"Different how?" Raonauk asked gruffly, likely curious to see how outsiders viewed them.
"They spoke of how your people, well aware of the harshness of your homeland, persevere even in the worst winters by forcing the land and the elements to yield to your will," Initiate Krukzax said. "That your relationship with nature is one of constant struggle and grim perseverance. Something that many tuskarr shamans disapprove of."
"They are our ways," Raonauk said with a flare of his nostrils. "Outsiders have no business judging us on how we survive and live our lives."
"Of course not! We of Azjol-Nerub do not judge at all," Initiate Krukzax explained to mollify the taunka leader. "In fact, we wish to learn your ways if you are willing to teach us. We have found that the elements and spirits are too capricious and wild to be reliable. We would prefer to tame them like we do our jormungars. We would respect their power and treat them well, but make it clear we are their masters."
Reports from the delegation to Kalimdor from the tauren shamans and subsequent discussion with the tuskarr shamans had indicated that ordinary shamanistic methods did not work well to deal with the Primals. Initiate Krukzax was certain that the forceful shamanistic methods used by the taunka would be more effective at controlling and defeating the Fel parasitic hivemind.
"And this is all you wish from us? To learn our ways of communing with the spirits and the elements of this world?" Raonauk raised a brow.
"My kingdom would value the knowledge of taunka shamanism the most, especially since it can help us more effectively combat some corrupted vegetation we've encountered across the sea know as Primals," Initiate Krukzax made clear, unwilling to give away his thoughts about the likely effectiveness of the taunka shamanism on their Primal foes. "But Azjol-Nerub is always willing to trade for any rare goods and reagents, but it is access to your teachers that we'd pay a high price for."
"...How high?" Raonuke asked curiously and Initiate Krukzax tried not to smile, for he learned that most surface worlders found it disturbing.
"What do you wish?" he returned.
"Hmmm. Before any deal can be struck, there is one thing you should know about our magic," Raonuke said. "You may not wish to learn once you do. For it is a power that relies on Decay to work best."
"In return for the information and the warning, I will share some news with you," Initiate Krukzax said, knowing that the best way to create a fruitful relationship was through give and take. He pulled out one of the Wind Rush Totems traded by Bloodhoof Tribe out from his spatial bag and continued, "Namely, to let you know your cousins, the tauren, yet live across the sea, and that your knowledge could help us save them from the aforementioned Primals."
At Raonuke's shocked expression, finally breaking his stoic mask, Initiate Krukzax knew his hook had landed.
Since she was studying in Dalaran under the sponsorship of a former member of the Council of Six, Taretha was allowed to live in and care for Master Krasus' home while he was away. The private setting made it perfect for her to contact her brother without anyone else eavesdropping on her as often as she wanted. Since they were both busy with their respective studies, they tried to talk to each other at least once a week.
"It is great to hear from you too, Tari," Thrall said with an easy smile, nothing like the forced ones he used to wear when they lived under Blackmoore. "Has anything interesting or exciting happened since the last time we talked?"
"It's Dalaran, little brother, everything is interesting!"
Which was quite true, since the city was quite possibly the most cosmopolitan and impressive city in the world! She could not walk a few feet from her room without encountering one of many races that made up the world, some magical wonder, or some absurd creature that Tari could have never hoped to have seen before in her life. It made her grateful every day for the opportunity that Master Krasus gave to her to live and learn here.
"Hehe, fair enough," Thrall admitted. "Mayhaps, I will have the chance to visit in the future."
"That…" Tari's joy dried up as she recalled the way her classmates and people in general spoke of the Horde and orcs whenever the topic came up. Hearing the way that people, whom she viewed as kind and even friends, claiming that all orcs were vicious monsters that deserved to be in chains their whole lives disturbed and angered her in equal measure. Whenever the conversation turned to discussion of the orcs, she either tried to change the subject or leave the room before she started punching people. "That… might be a long while into the future…"
"I know, Tari, I know…" Thrall assured her. "I apologize for making such a jest."
"It's just… I know the Horde did terrible things, there is no denying that…" Tari stumbled for words.
"Indeed, Master Drek'thar says the same," Thrall nodded, his eyes distant for a moment.
"But to just assume that all orcs are evil just because of that… is wrong," Tari said. "You had nothing to do with the Horde at all! But the way people talk, they would string you up just for being an orc…"
"The wounds of war are still fresh. Time is needed for them to heal, and mayhaps in time peace and understanding can truly begin between my people and those we have wronged," Thrall said slowly, deep in thought. "It might not happen in our lifetimes… but maybe we can be a part of the process, sister."
"Considering how many people want you and your clan dead or worse, I need to become a powerful mage just to stand by your side," Tari said with conviction. "It wouldn't do for the world's greatest shaman to not have the world's greatest mage by his side, right?"
"Hehehe, I'm far from the world's greatest shaman, Tari," Thrall laughed, his features relaxed and joyful once again.
"Well, same here for being a mage, but I work ten times harder than my classmates. So, that has to count for something!" Tari pointed out confidently. "I'm even looking into the classes around arcane weaving that the nerubians, like Master Krivax, use. It's very interesting, and it honestly reminds me of a lot of knitting scarves with my mom! Most of the noble-born here can't wrap their heads around the idea at all!"
Both Tari and Thrall laughed at that, the image of noble born students struggling with basic knitting being too funny to think about in silence.
"Still though, they're not all bad," Tari admitted. "A new student, Jania, is really sweet and has lots of talent for magic in general. She is one of the only people I can talk to about orcs without her saying horrible things about them. I think you and her could become friends, honestly."
"Maybe one day, but for now I am glad you are finding true companionship," Thrall said. "And recently, I have as well."
With that, a small furry being came into view in the scrying stone. The wolf pup looked at Tari with interest, her tongue lolling out and tail wagging. Naturally, there was only one way for Tari to react.
"It's so fluffy!" Tari squealed and dearly wished she could hug the puppy in her arms.
"Her name is Snowsong," Thrall introduced. "Members of my clan live and work alongside the native frostwolves as partners and equals, and she has chosen me to be her companion. It is a great honor, and since she is now family it seemed only right to introduce you to her."
"I will demand all the cuddles when I come by and visit!"
The next few minutes were spent with Tari cooing over the pup, and Thrall explaining what it was like for the two of them to care for one another. Tari was extremely jealous when Thrall told her that in time Snowsong would grow large enough to carry him.
"Can I possibly get one?" Tari asked hopefully.
"One doesn't 'get' a frostwolf companion, sister. They are not pets, but equals in all things… Though if one day you come to the Valley and one approaches you, it would be dishonorable to reject them."
"Then Snowsong better look forward to a sibling in the future!" Tari said with confidence, which made her brother laugh. "So, I tell you about my schooling all the time, but how about yours?"
"Learning the arcane and learning how to entreat the spirits and elements are two different things, sister," Thrall reminded her, dropping his voice to sound like Master Drek'thar. "It would be like trying to describe how water works to a rock."
"Pleassssssse…"
"All I can say is that Master Drek'thar says I am proceeding well in my training despite my youth," Thrall explained. "It… feels natural, to ask for the aid of the spirits and elements. I can already summon lighting and even the spirit of past frostwolves in times of need."
"I need to see that some day!" Tari excitedly said.
"Of course, beyond my training as a shaman, I am also learning much about what it is to be an orc," Thrall continued, after a brief pause. "It feels strange at times, natural and right in others, but… I like to think that I am taking the best of both my upbringings to create something that is uniquely me… and maybe in time other orcs will follow my example so that we can live in peace with the other peoples' of this land. After all, I want to be able to stand by your side without causing you trouble, sister…"
"You can never cause me trouble, Thrall," Tari assured him before grimacing. "Are you sure you want me to keep calling you that? I know your birth name-"
"While I will honor and use the name my parents gave me, Go'el, my human name is the one I have always known despite its meaning," her brother assured her with a smile. "After all, even though it was used as an insult against me, I always remember each time how you spoke it with nothing but love. That is why I shall not discard it and why I do not wish you to stop using it for my sake alone."
"Thrall… thank you," Tari simply said, feeling herself tear up a bit. "Anyway, has there been anything interesting happening over there? Other than a lot of Kirin Tor members apparently heading over to the new western continent, things have been pretty normal and boring over here."
"Life goes on as always, although…" Thrall mused. "My master has mentioned possibly receiving visions in his sleep… of being judged by a great and powerful stag…"
Tari and her brother would continue to speak with each other for hours, during which the whole world fell away and it was just the two siblings enjoying each other's company, until eventually they had to bid each other farewell for the moment. She felt a little sad every time her brother vanished from the scrying stone, but was certain that they would speak again soon.
As she tucked herself in her bed in Dalaran, Tari dreamt that night that they had become stronger and more skilled than before. They were standing side by side as equals, ready to face whatever challenges the world saw to throw at them.
For they were family, and true family fought side by side!
—
There is a place in the central part of Northrend called the Dragonblight, a vast graveyard of dead dragons that contains several locations of varying importance.
On the southern coast of Dragonblight, Moa'ki Harbor was slowly rivaling Kaskala in the Borean Tundra as the 'capital' of the tuskarr people due to extensive trade with Azjol-Nerub and the Eastern Kingdoms. In the center of the Dragonblight was Wyrmrest Temple, the massive Titan created structure that served as a meeting point for all of the Dragonflights. And of course, underneath the entire region was Azjol-Nerub itself, the grandest city in the known world.
But there was one place that interested Initiate Krukzax in particular on the map that was unfurled in front of him. The taunka 'capital' known as Icemist Village was conveniently located not far from Azjol-Nerub's main entrance.
Initiate Krukzax had only recently completed his coming-of-age exams and started his service in the Foreign Outreach Division. Like most of the initiates who requested to join the new division, he had been inspired by Vizier Krivax's unprecedentedly fast rise through the ranks for his great service to Azjol-Nerub.
In spite of his youth, Vizier Krivax had established relations with the tuskarr and brought back new knowledge, trade goods, and technology from his meeting. Many of his peers dismissed these things as frivolity, but Initiate Krukzax obviously didn't agree. Otherwise, he wouldn't have worked so hard to join the Foreign Outreach Division.
Thanks to Vizier Krivax's efforts, Azjol-Nerub had learned of the existence of other continents and races. Now there were multiple nerubian exclaves in the Eastern Kingdoms.
The kingdom was creating its own navy with the help of the tuskarr and introducing incredible new alchemical compounds. Because of Vizier Krivax, Azjol-Nerub was becoming more powerful every day. Even the High King himself had acknowledged his achievements!
Last month, Vizier Hud'rek, current acting head diplomat, had informed him that the council had decided to seek help from other magic users on Azeroth in coming up with long term solutions to deal with the Primals on Kalimdor. Based on his research, the taunka possessed an unique shamanistic technique that could be effective in fighting the plant hivemind. Therefore, he had suggested to Vizier Hud'rek that the kingdom make official contact with the taunka in Icemist Village.
Initiate Krukzax had studied the first meeting with the tuskarr extensively and sought to replicate that success again. He had spent several days talking to the tuskarr hunters to learn about the taunka's culture and society. Even though the taunka were self-sufficient and kept to themselves, Initiate Krukzax had learned that the primitive bovine humanoids knew the tuskarr language. He had devised a plan based on this information to make contact with the Icemist Village.
Initiate Krukzax had approached a hill close to the taunka settlement and left messages written in tuskarr and trade goods of various types for their patrols to come across. The messages offered the small bundles of silk, ores, and hides in return for anything the patrols deemed to be equal value. In the messages, each time he'd ask if he could have permission to safely travel and enter their village. After several dozen of these dropoff trades, he had finally received a terse answer.
'Yes, but come alone.'
So Initiate Krukzax made the cold but thankfully short trip to Icemist through Azjol-Nerub main surface entrance.
Icemist was located within a small icy valley surrounded by waterfalls and cliffs on the edge of Lake Wintergrasp. The village was only easily accessible through two large bridges over the river that fed the lake. The taunka of Icemist used this natural defensive location to their advantage to help protect themselves against roving raiding bands of wolvar and magnataur. As Initiate Krukzax approached the bridge, he saw taunka traveling on canoes on the river and using nets to catch fish.
Initiate Krukzax showed the stoic and suspicious taunka guards the note at the bridge. After examining his note, he was led to a large building covered with mammoth bones and fur.
Which is how he found himself before Roanauk Icemist, leader of the taunka. According to the tuskarr, the white bison humanoid taunka was not only the chief of the greatest taunka village, but also possessed a great deal of influence over the other taunka settlements all over Northrend.
"Greetings, High Chieftain Icemist," Initiate Krukzax bowed. "This one is known as Initiate Krukzax of the Foreign Outreach Division of Azjol-Nerub. I've come to seek an audience with you and establish friendly relations between our peoples. As a gesture of my friendly intentions, I have brought some gifts for you."
Thanks to his research ahead of time, he had prepared polar bear pelts and spotted hippogryph downs, both of which were highly valued by the taunka culture, as gifts for their leader. Even though Roanauk remained impassive, the taunka warriors guarding the room looked at the pelts and downs with wonder.
"Have heard of you nerubians for quite some time now," Roanauk spoke up. "For countless generations our ancestors spoke of your kind living beneath the earth not far from here, but rare was your sighting… until recently. Now you can be seen across the surface of Northrend among the tuskarr, foreigners, and even stranger things… such as the new mountain that graces the Borean Tundra."
"While we were not involved with the teleportation of the 'mountain' into Borean Tundra, we've been reaching out to the newcomers to Northrend. In recent years, Azjol-Nerub has seen fit to lessen its isolation and explore the surface world," Initiate Krukzax admitted. "And many have benefited from association with us as a result."
"And now you seek something from my people, bringing gifts to convince me to do so," Roanauk said pointing to the pelts and the downs.
"The gifts are merely that, gifts freely given to you and your people. As for the trade goods left for your patrols, I wished to simply have the opportunity to meet with you," Initiate Krukzax said truthfully. "You are not bound to agree to anything with me, but I promise you any deal made with us would be honored so long as something of equal value is given in turn."
Roanauk studied him a moment before humming and nodding. "Speak then."
"Azjol-Nerub, through our association with the tuskarr, is interested in the style of magic known as shamanism, the ability to commune with the elements and spirits of ancestors for great power," Initiate Krukzax explained. "Unfortunately, our efforts to study and use it ourselves has been… slow due to a lack of understanding and the mindset required to use it among most of my people. However, tuskarr shamans spoke of a different form of shamanism used by your people."
"Different how?" Raonauk asked gruffly, likely curious to see how outsiders viewed them.
"They spoke of how your people, well aware of the harshness of your homeland, persevere even in the worst winters by forcing the land and the elements to yield to your will," Initiate Krukzax said. "That your relationship with nature is one of constant struggle and grim perseverance. Something that many tuskarr shamans disapprove of."
"They are our ways," Raonauk said with a flare of his nostrils. "Outsiders have no business judging us on how we survive and live our lives."
"Of course not! We of Azjol-Nerub do not judge at all," Initiate Krukzax explained to mollify the taunka leader. "In fact, we wish to learn your ways if you are willing to teach us. We have found that the elements and spirits are too capricious and wild to be reliable. We would prefer to tame them like we do our jormungars. We would respect their power and treat them well, but make it clear we are their masters."
Reports from the delegation to Kalimdor from the tauren shamans and subsequent discussion with the tuskarr shamans had indicated that ordinary shamanistic methods did not work well to deal with the Primals. Initiate Krukzax was certain that the forceful shamanistic methods used by the taunka would be more effective at controlling and defeating the Fel parasitic hivemind.
"And this is all you wish from us? To learn our ways of communing with the spirits and the elements of this world?" Raonauk raised a brow.
"My kingdom would value the knowledge of taunka shamanism the most, especially since it can help us more effectively combat some corrupted vegetation we've encountered across the sea know as Primals," Initiate Krukzax made clear, unwilling to give away his thoughts about the likely effectiveness of the taunka shamanism on their Primal foes. "But Azjol-Nerub is always willing to trade for any rare goods and reagents, but it is access to your teachers that we'd pay a high price for."
"...How high?" Raonuke asked curiously and Initiate Krukzax tried not to smile, for he learned that most surface worlders found it disturbing.
"What do you wish?" he returned.
"Hmmm. Before any deal can be struck, there is one thing you should know about our magic," Raonuke said. "You may not wish to learn once you do. For it is a power that relies on Decay to work best."
"In return for the information and the warning, I will share some news with you," Initiate Krukzax said, knowing that the best way to create a fruitful relationship was through give and take. He pulled out one of the Wind Rush Totems traded by Bloodhoof Tribe out from his spatial bag and continued, "Namely, to let you know your cousins, the tauren, yet live across the sea, and that your knowledge could help us save them from the aforementioned Primals."
At Raonuke's shocked expression, finally breaking his stoic mask, Initiate Krukzax knew his hook had landed.
As someone without enough time spent playing WoW or reading the books, how much of a potential mistake is learning Dark Shamanism for the Nerubians?
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Aw, look at that... Krivax has fanboys. Hehehe, I mean, considering all he has accomplished in his young life, it's only natural for other Nerubians of the younger generation to look up to him. Teenagers always admire "rebels". And I'm VERY interested in seeing where this goes. Not just with the magic, but with the Tuanka being introduced to the Tauren. Seeing those distant cousins reunited could be heartwarming... And the Grimtotem might stop being so grumpy if they have some family with similar teachings.
Ehhhhh, kind of coin toss? You CAN use Decay, Fell, and Void without going nuts, they'll just have to be careful. I mean, the Taunka have used this method for ages and they're still good people. The only problems I can foresee is politically/socially (or if a Vizier goes powermad but that can happen with any magic). Others may VEHEMENTLY disagree with the Nerubians using this kind of Shamanism, so it could close some doors for them. Or at the very least get them the side eye. As a plus? Shamanism empowered with Decay sounds like it would give them some resistance to the Lich King.
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Even when it comes to darker shamanism, there do seem to be different levels of it. Deathwing teaches a style that basically enslaves the elements, which does bad things. Then you have things like the more 'one with the elements' where you view one element as just an extension of your body, like what the new Primalists from dragonflight do.
Decay isn't actually evil, it's just the natural part of Life that breaks things down in order to grow anew. Excluding all the powermad nutjobs who fling it around freely.
Chapter 77
Krivax let out a groan of appreciation as he took a delicious bite out of a handful of beetles well-marinated with cloudberries.
Although he still had a lot of work to do if he wanted to make some headway on his current plans, it was a relief to finally have access again to his favorite foods. It would make the Illidan shaped political nightmare he'd eventually have to deal with so much easier to tolerate.
"I have to admit, it's really nice to be back in Azjol-Nerub after so long," said Krivax as he sorted through the various reports of what he'd missed after leaving for Kalimdor with his four arms. His quills were busy filling in a variety of permission forms that needed his approval. "The tauren were accommodating and the rations were good, but nothing beats a handful of web-spun obsidian beetles."
"It is little surprise that the surface races lack access to proper foods," said Elder Nadox, as he dismissively sent away a skitterer who'd carried the delicacies to Krivax's office. "And I'm glad that you've returned from those wild lands as well. Vizier Hud'rek is an adequate ambassador, but the Council has noticed a distinct increase in diplomatic complaints since your departure."
Shortly after Krivax presented his proposal to Illidan and received a very tentative agreement that he would be interested in working together, Krivax had returned to Azjol-Nerub to resume his diplomatic duties. The campaign against the Primals was still ongoing, but there was honestly nothing requiring him to remain on Kalimdor.
The Primals couldn't be negotiated with, the tauren were not particularly important from the perspective of Azjol-Nerub, the kaldorei were diplomatically intractable, and the highborne were in the process of migrating to the Eastern Kingdoms. If he was needed back on Kalimdor, he could use the portal network at a moment's notice and be back to address any issue.
Such was the convenience of magical transportation.
Currently, Krivax was working in a personal office which had been assigned to him by the Circle of Viziers in Kilah'kuk, along with a half dozen Initiates ready to carry out any orders he could imagine. It was one of the largest and most well-furnished rooms in the city's ziggurat, showing the esteemed position he had in Kilah'kuk. The spacious office was actually directly above the room Vizier Hadix had trained him in when Krivax had first joined the Circle, which was definitely a strange twist of fate for him to think about.
Over the past few years, Krivax's position in nerubian society had definitely risen faster than he could have ever predicted
Krivax had already spent the past few days getting everything in order when Elder Nadox suddenly decided to come pay him a visit. It was a bit of a surprise since the High King's right hand rarely left the capital city, but he'd apparently already been in Kilah'Kuk for some other matter.
"I'm sure Vizier Hud'rek did the best he could. I've just formed a personal connection with a lot of the emissaries, so it's easier for me," Krivax replied, feeling the urge to defend his subordinate. "It's easy to become overwhelmed, especially when there are so many different issues at play lately."
Krivax glanced through a particular report which detailed a diplomatic dispute that Azjol-Nerub was having with Kul'Tiras over ship-grade timber. Apparently, there were some factions within the maritime kingdom who were growing worried that Azjol-Nerub was about to threaten their monopoly by expanding lumber harvesting operations in the Howling Fjord.
Elder Nadox clacked his mandibles together and let a chittering hiss filled with annoyance. "Indeed. The surface is far too chaotic a place, especially in recent times. Would that we could afford to ignore them without risking the safety of our people."
Krivax didn't exactly disagree with the thought of hunkering down and taking a break once in a while, but he'd long since accepted that Azeroth would never be a place that could be considered 'calm.'
"As you say, Elder Nadox. I'm hopeful that the proposal I presented to the High King can help alleviate the worst of those potential threats in the future," said Krivax, hoping that Elder Nadox might be willing to share some news of how the Council was feeling about his idea. "If the Alliance had access to a force of powerful individuals that could have been prepared the moment our Seers sensed the Primals and deployed as soon as we found them, our situation would be much less perilous."
Predictably, Azjol-Nerub was not at all happy with the current state of affairs regarding the Primals. It was them more than any other member of the Alliance who was aiding in their containment, with only Dalaran and Quel'thalas offering any meaningful assistance.
Isolationist sentiments had been growing in Azjol-Nerub from the very moment that Krivax had 'discovered' the Eastern Kingdoms, suppressed only by the High King's pragmatic approach to foreign policy. Nerubians were an extremely communal people, so they were generally willing to fall in line with whatever the High King thought was best, but that only went so far.
Now that the Order of Kal'tut was no longer around to suppress those isolationist voices, it was primarily nerubian lives and gold being spent to contain a threat on an entirely different continent. Discontent was growing among the various castes to a concerning level. If the Dreadlords managed to create a few more threats like the Primals, Krivax was worried that Azjol-Nerub would decide to withdraw its borders and return to its insular ways.
It was a mistake to stay on Kalimdor for so long, Krivax privately chastised himself, not for the first time. I should have been paying far more attention to what was happening in the rest of the world and actually doing something to push things in the right direction.
"You're not wrong that such a group may be useful, Vizier Krivax. But the Council finds itself reluctant to fund your idea, only to leave it under the discretion of the Alliance," said Elder Nadox, scoffing disdainfully as he referenced the coalition. "An organization whose name directly contradicts its nature. Hardly an alliance when we are bearing most of its burdens. Our people would have been better served had we waited for the arrogant kaldorei to beg for assistance before offering it."
Krivax hid a wince at the Elder's derisive words. If that was the growing sentiment of the other members of the Council, then things might be worse than he'd expected.
"Unfortunately, forming this group under the Alliance is a political necessity. There's no reasonable way to convince certain individuals to join otherwise," Krivax explained, hoping he could persuade the Elder.
Realistically speaking, no influential faction would allow their most powerful individuals to go running off to join a paramilitary organization sponsored by a foreign nation. Having it under the Alliance was the only possible way to ensure that it had widespread appeal.
That reminds me, I need to think of an actual name for it at some point. The Azerothian Sentinels? The Alliance Defense Force? The Adventurers' Guild? Bah! I'll worry about it later.
"But even if the group is nominally under the Alliance's banner, it only makes sense for it to be led by a nerubian," Krivax continued before his thoughts could get too far off track. "After all, we'll almost certainly be its primary sponsor."
Elder Nadox's expression lost some of its earlier derision, and Krivax could see a glint of interest in his multiple eyes. "Do you truly believe that you can convince the surface races to agree to such an arrangement? They've shown themselves to be woefully incompetent when it comes to addressing future threats so far."
"I do. Especially given how things have been developing in the Eastern Kingdoms over the past few months," said Krivax, searching through the stack of scrolls on his desk for a particular report which had caught his attention earlier. "I believe many of them would conclude that a supranational paramilitary force which answers to the Alliance would be beneficial to their interests. Things aren't exactly going well for them at the moment.."
Krivax handed over the scroll to Elder Nadox, allowing him to read through it and see the many difficulties that the Eastern Kingdoms were dealing with. The aftereffects of the Second War were still making themselves known, even years later, and they weren't pretty.
Getting them to agree to permit a force that could help solve many of their problems shouldn't be too hard… although the devil would be in the details.
"Your arguments are not unconvincing," Elder Nadox said after a few moments of reading through the scroll. "I believe that the High King would be willing to support your proposal, so long as you are truly able to convince the surface races of the need for such a force. Still, there are certain stipulations we would like to put forward."
Krivax inclined his head in agreement. It was no surprise that Azjol-Nerub would have specific requirements in exchange for fundings. He only hoped that none of these stipulations would be incompatible with the interests of the rest of the Alliance.
He was going to have a hard enough time getting this off the ground without additional complications.
"First, the leader of this force must be a nerubian," Elder Nadox said once Krivax gestured for him to continue. "You mentioned this earlier, and we're in agreement. It is gratifying to see you vying for greater power, as most young Viziers are prone to do. I was beginning to worry that you were devoid of ambition. I'm eager to see how you will manipulate the surface races into granting you this power. Such an attitude will benefit you well in your service to Azjol-Nerub."
Krivax nearly choked on his own surprise. Elder Nadox's tone was perfectly complementary, but the actual content of his words were a tad bit concerning.
"Secondly," Elder Nadox continued as if he hadn't just casually complimented Krivax for being a power-hungry manipulator. "Azjol-Nerub will not provide a disproportionate amount of personnel for this organization. Isolationist sentiment has already grown to a point among the higher castes that we cannot afford to ignore it any longer. Allowing the surface races to exploit our generosity is something that can no longer be allowed to continue."
That would make things harder for Krivax, but it wasn't a dealbreaker. Although, it was concerning that Elder Nadox had decided to explicitly acknowledge the growing discontent. The High King lived and died on their perceived power within nerubian society, so any hint of political weakness could have long-term repercussions.
Nerubians were a people who were extremely loyal to their leaders… until they decided that you no longer served the common good, and then that loyalty very suddenly evaporated like water in the blazing sun. The balance of power was fragile, and even a perceived slight or moment of weakness could have dire consequences.
"Understood," Krivax replied, his mind already racing with political implications. "I will ensure that our contributions remain proportionate to our commitment."
"Good," Elder Nadox continued, nodding in satisfaction as his many eyes bore in Krivax. "Lastly, while we understand the need to ostensibly act under the banner of the Alliance, the interests of Azjol-Nerub are always more important than those of the surface races. If there is ever a conflict of interest, we expect you to prioritize our kingdom over the demands of the Alliance."
That… was definitely the most challenging stipulation. Krivax had always done what he'd felt was best for Azeroth, because he knew for a fact that there were many things out there that would threaten the entire world. However, the Aspects were probably the only other people who shared that perspective.
If there truly came a moment when the interests of Azjol-Nerub and the broader Alliance were at odds, Krivax would find himself in a difficult situation. He would naturally choose to side with his home and kingdom which allowed him to hold a position of power in the first place, but the diplomatic consequences could be catastrophic.
"I understand, Elder Nadox," said Krivax, bowing deferentially to the older nerubian. "I shall always seek to prioritize the interests of Azjol-Nerub above all."
Whatever personal feelings Krivax might have, there was little else he could say to his direct superior.
If he had more time, then Krivax could have possibly found a way to ensure that the organization was more equitably funded amongst the Alliance, but that wasn't an option. Krivax wanted to get this up and running before Malygos opened a path to Pandaria and was ready to assault the Lich King, which meant time was of the essence.
If Azjol-Nerub was going to be its primary source of funding, then this stipulation would naturally be non-negotiable as far as the Council was concerned.
"Excellent. I'm glad to hear it," said Elder Nadox, sounding genuinely pleased. "Your idea would be a useful tool to address emerging threats, such as the one reported recently by Vizier Hadix."
Krivax felt a hint of concern well up within him. He'd tried to get into contact with Vizier Hadix just to catch up with his mentor, but hadn't been able to do so.
"What happened to Vizier Hadix?" asked Krivax.
"Oh, you hadn't heard? I'd have assumed he would have informed you of his injury," said Elder Nadox, his words causing Krivax's concern to grow as his mind wandered to the worst case scenario. "Vizier Hadix has recently been pursuing a growing void cult he believes to be connected to a particularly dangerous artifact. Unfortunately, his most recent attempt to confront this cult resulted in him suffering significant injuries."
Krivax had already known that Hadix was pursuing rumors of Xal'atath, an incredibly powerful void weapon that he'd told the Aspects about, and who in turn informed the Alliance. Anything involving Xal'atath was extremely dangerous, but he'd never thought that something bad might happen to Hadix.
The only time he'd ever seen his mentor harmed was when he was trying to break into the house of an evil dragon with godlike powers.
"How badly is he injured?" Krivax asked, voice betraying his anxiety.
Elder Nadox paused, gaze sweeping over him assessingly. "His physical wounds are well within the abilities of our Queens to heal. However, his spiritual wounds are more severe. I'm told that he directly confronted the wielder of the weapon he's been pursuing and failed to capture them. He's currently stable and will make a full recovery, but it will be some time before he can safely return to his duties."
Krivax quietly absorbed the information, his mind struggling to process it all. Vizier Hadix was someone who could go toe-to-toe with an empowered Cho'gall and survive, albeit with the help of an Archmage. Xal'atath must be a profoundly powerful artifact if it allowed its wielder to overpower a mage of Hadix's caliber.
"I see. Thank you for informing me of this," Krivax said faintly, already deciding that he would go visit Hadix once this meeting was over. "What happened to the void cult? Has someone taken over Vizier Hadix's position to hunt them down?"
"Yes, but the cultists have fled to the Burning Steppes. Pursuing them is impossible without drawing the attention of Sorcerer-Thane Thaurissan," Elder Nadox explained, referring to the ruler of the Dark Iron dwarves.
Krivax hummed in thought as he considered the implications of what he'd just been told. The Dark Iron dwarves were servants of Ragnaros the Firelord, who was generally considered to be aligned with the Old Gods. The Dark Iron clan controlled a rather large territory in the middle of the Eastern Kingdoms and were highly aggressive to outsiders, but they generally kept to themselves unless provoked.
It wasn't a state of affairs that anyone was happy with, but Ragnaros was powerful enough that the Aspects preferred to simply ignore Elemental Lord so long as he stayed within his territory.
Krivax understood why they'd made such a decision given the vast array of responsibilities that the Aspects were already burdened with, but he had a feeling that it was a decision they would one day come to regret. The Dark Iron clan's territory was the perfect place for all manner of void cultists to hide and gather their strength, including Deathwing's surviving children.
All the more reason why I need to focus on my plans, Krivax mused to himself. If the Alliance truly establishes the Alliance Defense Force, or whatever they end up being called, I could freely send a task force to investigate these problems before they get out of hand.
"Thank you for sharing this information," said Krivax, bowing to the Elder before deciding to move on from this topic. He could tell that Nadox was beginning to grow a bit impatient. "Is there anything else that I can help you with, Elder Nadox?"
Unsurprisingly, there turned out to be a lot that he and Elder Nadox needed to discuss now that Krivax was focusing again on his regular duties.
The draenei, who had by now properly settled on Northrend, were a significant change to the balance of power on the continent and needed to be carefully handled by Azjol-Nerub. The Council recognized that the Draenei were abnormally kind and were too few in number to threaten the kingdom anytime soon, but nerubians weren't the kind of people to trust in mere good-will to protect them.
The acquisition of draenei magic and technology, or an equivalent alternative, was a goal that the High King intended to prioritize. Krivax noted that the Council also wanted greater access to the Genedar as well as more information about the naaru. Vizier Hud'rek's report did state that the Guardians of Nerub had good relations with the draenei and recommended that he should negotiate through them if possible.
Another matter close to home was an initiative taken by one of his subordinates, Initiate Krukzax, to establish relations with the taunka in Northrend. Apparently he found success by following similar, if modified, means that he used to first approach the tuskarr. Initiate Krukzax reports on the new form of shamanistic magic sounded promising and well suited for the nerubian approach to magic.
Krivax vaguely recalled how Decay, the so-called 'Sixth Element', from the games were used by dark shamans, but not much beyond that. He just hoped it might be useful against the Primals and other threats later.
Elder Nadox found this a most pleasing development since it put the taunka within Azjol-Nerub's web of influence. It helped that the taunka only asked for access to their tauren brethren and to easily provided goods, all of which would barely be of any cost to Azjol-Nerub as a whole.
Elder Nadox also insisted that the two of them go over the list Krivax had given him earlier detailing the many troubles that the Eastern Kingdoms was facing. None of them had grown to the point of becoming a threat to Azjol-Nerub, but the list was enough to reaffirm Krivax's conclusion that it had been a mistake to turn away to focus on Kalimdor for so long.
Not only was the southern portion of the Eastern Kingdoms seeing an alarming increase in troll raids, but pirate activity had also grown to an unprecedented level. The Steamwheedle Cartel and the Blackwater Raiders had both recruited heavily from the Horde remnants that littered the continent, giving them a large supply of battle hardened warriors to bring into their ranks.
Krivax suspected that the Dragonflights swift capture of the Dark Portal meant that far fewer orcs managed to flee to Draenor than in the original timeline.
Before the Second War, the pirates operating from Booty Bay had been heavily suppressed by the combined naval efforts of Stormwind and Kul'Tiras. However, with Stormwind's navy effectively destroyed and the Kul'Tiran navy heavily damaged, there was little to stop them from ravaging everything from the South Sea to Balor's Coast. Krivax chuckled at Elder Nadox's suggestion to use this as an excuse to petition Stormwind for permission to create a new nerubian port connected to the nerubian enclave.
If the… concerning rumors of vrykul ships being sighted venturing beyond the shores of the Broken Isles turned into more than just rumors, then the coasts of the Eastern Kingdoms may soon become very dangerous.
Krivax would prefer that the ten-feet-tall vikings stay in Stormheim where they belonged, thank you very much.
Aside from the trolls, pirates, and potential vrykul, the nations of the Eastern Kingdoms were still dealing with a vast array of political consequences following the end of the Second War. The balance of power among the human nations had been significantly changed with the destruction of Stormwind and the heavy damage to Lordaeron's Capital City, causing political friction as everyone got used to the new status quo.
Ironforge and Gnomeregan were also both close to experiencing a technological renaissance due to their exposure to Uldaman, which while good in many ways, had the potential to be destabilizing in its own right.
Krivax had never really tried to push for technological revolution on Azeroth because he barely knew anything about how technology on Earth worked. Instead, he'd always believed that it would be more effective to simply expose minds far more brilliant than his own to new ideas. He had no doubt that the second gnomish scholars were allowed to witness Titan technology within Uldaman, they had immediately begun trying to replicate them.
However, the nation that captured Krivax's attention the most was Quel'Thalas, as something truly unexpected seemed to be happening among the high elves.
Krivax wasn't exactly sure what facet of their internal politics was causing it, but Quel'Thalas seemed to have entered a stage of gradual rearmament. Reports indicated that the Convocation of Silvermoon had approved a significant expansion of the kingdom's military. The number of Farstriders currently being trained had nearly doubled, the Thalassian navy had commissioned several new vessels, and the Magisters had begun to emphasize the learning of war magics among their members.
Not only that, but Quel'Thalas had started to become much more active in its foreign policy, making active efforts to spread its influence throughout the region. It was a startling departure from the aloof and arrogant stance they'd taken for the majority of their history.
Krivax wasn't ashamed to admit that he'd… somewhat looked down on Quel'Thalas. The high elves acted as if they were above the 'mortal races,' but were forced to hide from the Horde behind a magical shield while the rest of the Alliance fought for their lives.
However, he could objectively admit that Quel'Thalas was a sleeping giant that could potentially become the dominant force in the Eastern Kingdoms if they ever got their act together. The elves seemingly being awoken from their arrogant complacency had the potential to vastly change the continent's geopolitical landscape.
Given that Krivax didn't even know what initiated this change in attitude, he couldn't help but worry.
Krivax and Elder Nadox continued to speak for several hours, discussing the many things that the Foreign Outreach Division would need to deal with.
Krivax was unsurprised to find that Elder Nadox was brilliant when it came to politics, which was to be expected from someone who'd helped manage a continent spanning empire for centuries. Nadox provided him with several strategies for the best ways to convince the rest of the Alliance to accept his proposals.
Those strategies were a bit more… manipulative than he would have liked, but Krivax appreciated it all the same.
Eventually, Krivax decided that it would be a good idea to ask Nadox for any advice he might have on the whole Illidan situation.
"You wish to recruit the aid of that demon corrupted criminal who the night elves are so obsessed with?" asked Elder Nadox, his tone confused but not accusatory. "That seems like an endeavor far more troublesome than its worth."
Krivax couldn't exactly say that he wanted to recruit Illidan so that he could secretly summon a powerful Dreadlord, so he chose an argument that the Elder would find more sympathetic.
"I personally witnessed his power in Eldre'thalas when he personally killed a few dozen demons by himself. After that moment, I immediately wished to use his power in service of Azjol-Nerub," said Krivax, before leaning in toward Elder Nadox conspiratorially. "And I have to admit, it would be nice stealing one of the kaldorei's greatest weapons. They weren't exactly the most pleasant of hosts while I was on Kalimdor."
Elder Nadox let out a sinister chuckle as he responded. "Ha! No need to say more. Undermining those arrogant, short-sighted elves is a pleasure that any Vizier would find appealing. Although, it will be a difficult task for you to achieve. The hatred that Illidan garners in their society is truly beyond reason."
Krivax nodded in agreement. Convincing the night elves to hand over control over their most hated prisoner would be no small feat.
"Do you have any advice to share with me, Elder Nadox?" Krivax asked eagerly.
"The kaldorei are far too arrogant to agree outright, regardless of anything you could offer them," said Elder Nadox, tilting his head thoughtfully as he considered the situation. "The only way to succeed is if you convince the elves that this course of action was their own idea. I've heard reports that Illidan has become a divisive political issue within their society…"
Krivax had heard that as well. Maiev Shadowsong was not at all happy that her primary prisoner had been stolen from her grasp.
There were arguments to be made that Tyrande would be much better off if Illidan was somewhere far away from kaldorei territory. Having him running around in front of a bunch of elves who'd lost family during the War of the Ancients was stoking the flames of resentment among her people.
He and Elder Nadox traded ideas for a few more minutes before the older nerubian announced that he had other matters to attend to. Krivax gratefully thanked the Elder for his time and wisdom, feeling more prepared to handle the litany of tasks in his near future.
Just as Elder Nadox was about to leave the office, he paused at the exit and turned back to face Krivax.
"There's just one more thing," Elder Nadox said slowly, his piercing gaze freezing Krivax on the spot. "Has any of your former collaborators from the Order of Kal'tut made contact within you over the past few months?"
Krivax felt a shiver run through his carapace at the Elder's tone. Something told him that Nadox wasn't just making a casual inquiry, and that he had a good reason for asking.
"No, Elder," Krivax responded carefully, forcing his voice and his facial features to remain steady. "I haven't heard anything from the Order since its dissolution, but I wasn't really a member long enough to form ties with anyone there. Why do you ask?"
Elder Nadox was silent as he studied Krivax, the air in the room growing heavy with tension. Finally, Nadox replied after what felt like an eternity. "No reason. Have a good day, Vizier Krivax."
Without another word, Elder Nadox exited the room, leaving Krivax wondering exactly what had just happened.
Well… that was ominous.
Krivax wasn't sure what that last exchange was, but it likely had something to do with some part of Azjol-Nerub's internal politics that he didn't know about. However, something told Krivax that it was too important for him to just ignore it.
Fortunately, I know just the person to help.
Knowing what he had to do, Krivax began making his way out of his office and toward the portal hub so that he could go visit Vizier Hadix. Not only did he want to meet with his mentor to catch up with him and make sure he wasn't too injured, but Hadix knew far more about the Order of Kal'tut and Azjol-Nerub's politics than he did.
It had been quite some time since he'd made contact with Hadix. It would be nice to finally change that.
Within a wide open cavern of the Nexus set aside for complex rituals, Malygos carefully studied the circle of pandaren monks as they floated in meditative stances, green mists wafting off of them into the arcane glyphs below.
A half dozen of the most skilled mages in the Blue Dragonflight all in their mortal guises, and Medivh, stood at intervals around the circle while channeling powerful arcane energies to support the ongoing ritual. Malygos constantly monitored the magical energies in the room, making minute adjustments every so often to ensure that the two separate types of magic did not clash.
The Aspect of Magic couldn't help but frown as he realized that he needed to correct the flow of magic coming from Medivh far less often than he did the members of his own Dragonflight.
How mortifying that his own kin would lose to a mortal, however abnormal they might be.
Creating a spell that could successfully make use of multiple different varieties of magic, arcane and spirit magic in this case, was not a simple endeavor. It had taken Malygos some time to learn the properties of the unfamiliar magic used by the pandaren, but it eventually became clear to him that their magic would be essential in opening a path to Pandaria.
The mists that sealed away the continent had thwarted all attempts that he had made to bypass them, almost seeming to react and adapt to any vulnerabilities he found. Eventually, a suggestion made by Krivax allowed Malygos to figure out exactly what was happening. Not only had the concealment magic been created by the mortal ruler known as Emperor Shaohao, but they were also actively being maintained by him as well.
Anytime that Malygos attempted to breach the protective barrier, Emperor Shaohao would sense it and adapt the mists accordingly, making full use of an entire continent's leyline network to do so. It was a magical game of cat and mouse that would never end.
Realizing this had been… utterly infuriating, and Northrend now had one less mountain than it did several months ago.
Unfortunately, solving this issue was not as simple as Malygos would have hoped. While he had the assistance of Medivh, who had quite a bit of experience with spirits for obvious reasons, the same mists that protected Pandaria also prevented them from summoning Emperor Shaohao and forcing him to end the spell. Malygos was nearly angry enough to destroy another mountain to relieve his frustration when he was suddenly informed that the pandaren refugees from the Wandering Isle were attempting to make contact with him.
Rather, to be more precise, they had traveled to Dalaran after Malygos teleported the mortals to the Eastern Kingdoms after talking to them on Zandalar and forgetting about them. Once there they sought out the Council of Six, searching for anyone who could help them return to Pandaria and enact vengeance on the monsters who destroyed their home.
Realizing that their assistance could actually be of use, Malygos soon found himself standing in front of a group of pandaren monks, eyes filled with pain and a desperate need for vengeance as they offered him their assistance.
Malygos would be lying if he said he hadn't been moved at all by the hatred in their eyes. He'd thought that he'd long grown numb to the suffering of mortals… but something about their raw pain stirred his memories in a way he had not thought about in a long time.
Seeing no reason to turn them down, Malygos had brought them back to the Nexus so that they could assist him in his efforts. The pandaren were not proper mages by any means, but the spell surrounding Pandaria didn't react nearly as virulently to them as it did him. While it wasn't enough for them to actually enter Pandaria, it was definitely enough for Malygos and Medivh to craft a spell that would allow them to contact Emperor Shaohao.
Hopefully, the troublesome spirit would have enough sense to allow them to access Pandaria and confront the Lich King. But given that Shaohao had not already done so, it was likely that things would not be so simple. The spirit had been corrupted by the Sha of Pride according to Krivax, a void entity which fed off one's arrogance and hubris.
Emperor Shaohao was obviously not making decisions in a logical manner, or he would have already lowered the mists long ago.
He wasn't quite sure that he was the one to convince an arrogant spirit to change their course of action and make the correct decision, but he would still try.
Malygos was pulled from his thoughts as he heard a soft murmur to his side, one filled with a mixture of pain and silent hope.
"So close… so close until we can return to Pandaria. Master Shang Xi, I swear upon the August Celestials that I will avenge you… I swear it."
Chen Stormstout was whispering to himself as he floated above the circle, most likely speaking out unconsciously as the spell neared its completion. Malygos didn't exactly need a reminder of what was at stake, but the mortal's words strengthened his resolve regardless.
Eventually, Malygos sensed that the spell had successfully bypassed Pandaria's concealment magic and identified its target, completing the first portion of the ritual.
"The spell has found Shaohao," Malygos bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the cavern. "Prepare to draw the spirit in!"
Immediately, every mage participating in the ritual simultaneously changed the nature of the casting, acting in unison as they began pulling the spirit away from Pandaria. Shaohao attempted to fight the summoning, but even a spirit with full access to his homeland's ley lines could not resist so many extraordinarily powerful mages.
Soon, a blurry image began to solidify within the center of the circle. The ethereal form of Emperor Shaohao, a pandaren wearing white and gold robes, appeared while surrounded by wisps of energy and glaring at them in open defiance.
Malygos huffed in disgust as he directed his senses at the spirit. If he hadn't known what he was searching for, Malygos could have easily missed the subtle corruption lingering on the spirit. But knowing what to expect, the foul stench of the Old Gods made Malygos wish that he could simply obliterate the spirit then and there.
Unfortunately, Malygos rarely had the opportunity to indulge in his more violent impulses now that he somewhat cared about acting responsibly.
"The spirit has arrived! Activate the containment spells!" Malygos ordered as soon as the spirit was sufficiently solidified.
A complex geometric pattern of blue and emerald lines flared to life on the ground around Emperor Shaohao, trapping the defiant spirit within. The circle shimmered and seemed to solidify, turning the interior into a translucent dome. Malygos meticulously examined the magic for several moments before nodding in satisfaction. The spell was more than enough to keep Shaohao contained long enough for their conversation to take place
"Why have you summoned me? It is my duty to stand in eternal vigil over my lands. Every moment that you keep me here is another that I cannot help my people," Shaohao's voice, regal and tinged with anger as he spoke in pandaren, echoed in the cavernous room. "They need me now, more than ever."
"Calm yourself, spirit. We have every intention of releasing you," Malygos lied, doing his best to not antagonize the volatile spirit as he responded in the spirit's own language. "If you look below you, you'll see that the spell containing you is set to expire within the hour. We merely wished to ensure that we have the opportunity to speak with you."
Malygos had told the truth about the spell, but he obviously had no intentions of letting Shaohao go free now that he'd finally captured the spirit. He would be getting into Pandaria, one way or another.
Shaohao studied the spell before looking around suspiciously, his gaze falling upon pandaren monks floating in meditation. His expression briefly softened, and Malygos felt the corruption on the spirit weaken just a fraction.
"While we do not know the exact details, we are aware that Pandaria is currently being attacked by a being which wishes to do nothing more than spread death across your lands," Malygos continued, speaking more diplomatically than he'd needed to in centuries. "The Wandering Isle was destroyed by this same being, and your people call for vengeance. Allow us access to Pandaria, and we will aid them in achieving this goal."
A conflicted expression appeared on Shaohao's face, and Malygos could sense the corruption flare up as the spirit fought to make the rational decision. The Sha of Pride did not seem to have total control over the spirit, its influence far more subtle than most void corruption.
Strange…
"You speak the truth. Undeath sweeps across my lands like a plague, destroying everything in its path and growing more powerful by the day," said Emperor Shaohao, his voice trembling in sorrow and rage. "The Sha grow more powerful by the day, and it won't be long before they corrupt the land as well."
For a moment, Malygos thought that the spirit might agree without further issue, but it didn't take long for pride and arrogance to grow in Shaohao's eyes.
"But why then would I turn to the outside world for assistance?" Shaohao continued, glaring at Malygos. "It was you and your kind who destroyed this world during the Sundering and invited demons to our lands! I'm sure that the August Celestials will be fully capable of defending Pandaria without outside intervention."
Malygos felt a twinge of annoyance at being blamed for the actions of power hungry elves, but held his tongue. "Even if that were so, denying our assistance will cause more of your people to perish than is necessary. Is it not your sworn duty to protect them, spirit?"
Emperor Shaohao, his gaze still filled with arrogance, looked about to retort before he was suddenly interrupted by Chen Stormstout. The monk, no longer submerged in mediation now that the spell had been complete, stepped forward to address the spirit.
"Emperor Shaohao, please," Chen Stormstout's voice cracked with emotion. "Allow us and these outsiders to enter Pandaria. I watched personally as that monster destroyed my home and ruthlessly slaughtered our people. Not a single one of us will be able to rest until we stop the rest of our people from suffering a similar fate. Please, I beg of you!"
Shaohao's eyes widened as the monk, and every other pandaren in the room, fell to the floor and pleaded for him to help them.
"I… how have I become so blinded by pride?" Shaohao whispered to himself quietly as his gaze swept through the room before turning to Malygos. When he next spoke, his voice was louder and filled with determination. "Stand up, children of Pandaria. You are right. The time for isolation is over, and the time to act is now. If these outsiders are willing to help, then I will let them."
Chen Stormstout, tears of gratitude in his eyes, nodded as he got to his feet. "Thank you, Emperor. Thank you."
It wasn't long before the room was filled with similar words of gratitudes as the rest of the monks celebrated.
Malygos ignored the excitement of the mortals as he focused on the corruption within the spirit. It had become dormant after the monks pleaded with the spirit, but he knew that the threat was far from eradicated. The void corrupting Emperor Shaohao had merely retreated for now, and would no doubt reassert itself at the worst possible moment.
If it were possible for him to simply purify the spirit, then Malygos would have immediately done so the moment that the Shaohao had arrived. Unfortunately, Emperor Shaohao was intrinsically connected to Pandaria, so they would need to deal with the source of the corruption if they wished to purify the spirit.
Malygos turned his gaze to the other side of the cavern and saw that Medivh wore a similarly grim expression as he observed the spirit, clearly recognizing the lurking danger.
How troublesome…
Still, Malygos allowed the sounds of jubilant mortals to wash over him as he enjoyed this moment of victory. Now that they had access to Pandaria, he would finally be able to thoroughly assess the situation and develop a plan to confront the Lich King.
Malygos only hoped that his enemies hadn't already grown too powerful.
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Although he still had a lot of work to do if he wanted to make some headway on his current plans, it was a relief to finally have access again to his favorite foods. It would make the Illidan shaped political nightmare he'd eventually have to deal with so much easier to tolerate.
"I have to admit, it's really nice to be back in Azjol-Nerub after so long," said Krivax as he sorted through the various reports of what he'd missed after leaving for Kalimdor with his four arms. His quills were busy filling in a variety of permission forms that needed his approval. "The tauren were accommodating and the rations were good, but nothing beats a handful of web-spun obsidian beetles."
"It is little surprise that the surface races lack access to proper foods," said Elder Nadox, as he dismissively sent away a skitterer who'd carried the delicacies to Krivax's office. "And I'm glad that you've returned from those wild lands as well. Vizier Hud'rek is an adequate ambassador, but the Council has noticed a distinct increase in diplomatic complaints since your departure."
Shortly after Krivax presented his proposal to Illidan and received a very tentative agreement that he would be interested in working together, Krivax had returned to Azjol-Nerub to resume his diplomatic duties. The campaign against the Primals was still ongoing, but there was honestly nothing requiring him to remain on Kalimdor.
The Primals couldn't be negotiated with, the tauren were not particularly important from the perspective of Azjol-Nerub, the kaldorei were diplomatically intractable, and the highborne were in the process of migrating to the Eastern Kingdoms. If he was needed back on Kalimdor, he could use the portal network at a moment's notice and be back to address any issue.
Such was the convenience of magical transportation.
Currently, Krivax was working in a personal office which had been assigned to him by the Circle of Viziers in Kilah'kuk, along with a half dozen Initiates ready to carry out any orders he could imagine. It was one of the largest and most well-furnished rooms in the city's ziggurat, showing the esteemed position he had in Kilah'kuk. The spacious office was actually directly above the room Vizier Hadix had trained him in when Krivax had first joined the Circle, which was definitely a strange twist of fate for him to think about.
Over the past few years, Krivax's position in nerubian society had definitely risen faster than he could have ever predicted
Krivax had already spent the past few days getting everything in order when Elder Nadox suddenly decided to come pay him a visit. It was a bit of a surprise since the High King's right hand rarely left the capital city, but he'd apparently already been in Kilah'Kuk for some other matter.
"I'm sure Vizier Hud'rek did the best he could. I've just formed a personal connection with a lot of the emissaries, so it's easier for me," Krivax replied, feeling the urge to defend his subordinate. "It's easy to become overwhelmed, especially when there are so many different issues at play lately."
Krivax glanced through a particular report which detailed a diplomatic dispute that Azjol-Nerub was having with Kul'Tiras over ship-grade timber. Apparently, there were some factions within the maritime kingdom who were growing worried that Azjol-Nerub was about to threaten their monopoly by expanding lumber harvesting operations in the Howling Fjord.
Elder Nadox clacked his mandibles together and let a chittering hiss filled with annoyance. "Indeed. The surface is far too chaotic a place, especially in recent times. Would that we could afford to ignore them without risking the safety of our people."
Krivax didn't exactly disagree with the thought of hunkering down and taking a break once in a while, but he'd long since accepted that Azeroth would never be a place that could be considered 'calm.'
"As you say, Elder Nadox. I'm hopeful that the proposal I presented to the High King can help alleviate the worst of those potential threats in the future," said Krivax, hoping that Elder Nadox might be willing to share some news of how the Council was feeling about his idea. "If the Alliance had access to a force of powerful individuals that could have been prepared the moment our Seers sensed the Primals and deployed as soon as we found them, our situation would be much less perilous."
Predictably, Azjol-Nerub was not at all happy with the current state of affairs regarding the Primals. It was them more than any other member of the Alliance who was aiding in their containment, with only Dalaran and Quel'thalas offering any meaningful assistance.
Isolationist sentiments had been growing in Azjol-Nerub from the very moment that Krivax had 'discovered' the Eastern Kingdoms, suppressed only by the High King's pragmatic approach to foreign policy. Nerubians were an extremely communal people, so they were generally willing to fall in line with whatever the High King thought was best, but that only went so far.
Now that the Order of Kal'tut was no longer around to suppress those isolationist voices, it was primarily nerubian lives and gold being spent to contain a threat on an entirely different continent. Discontent was growing among the various castes to a concerning level. If the Dreadlords managed to create a few more threats like the Primals, Krivax was worried that Azjol-Nerub would decide to withdraw its borders and return to its insular ways.
It was a mistake to stay on Kalimdor for so long, Krivax privately chastised himself, not for the first time. I should have been paying far more attention to what was happening in the rest of the world and actually doing something to push things in the right direction.
"You're not wrong that such a group may be useful, Vizier Krivax. But the Council finds itself reluctant to fund your idea, only to leave it under the discretion of the Alliance," said Elder Nadox, scoffing disdainfully as he referenced the coalition. "An organization whose name directly contradicts its nature. Hardly an alliance when we are bearing most of its burdens. Our people would have been better served had we waited for the arrogant kaldorei to beg for assistance before offering it."
Krivax hid a wince at the Elder's derisive words. If that was the growing sentiment of the other members of the Council, then things might be worse than he'd expected.
"Unfortunately, forming this group under the Alliance is a political necessity. There's no reasonable way to convince certain individuals to join otherwise," Krivax explained, hoping he could persuade the Elder.
Realistically speaking, no influential faction would allow their most powerful individuals to go running off to join a paramilitary organization sponsored by a foreign nation. Having it under the Alliance was the only possible way to ensure that it had widespread appeal.
That reminds me, I need to think of an actual name for it at some point. The Azerothian Sentinels? The Alliance Defense Force? The Adventurers' Guild? Bah! I'll worry about it later.
"But even if the group is nominally under the Alliance's banner, it only makes sense for it to be led by a nerubian," Krivax continued before his thoughts could get too far off track. "After all, we'll almost certainly be its primary sponsor."
Elder Nadox's expression lost some of its earlier derision, and Krivax could see a glint of interest in his multiple eyes. "Do you truly believe that you can convince the surface races to agree to such an arrangement? They've shown themselves to be woefully incompetent when it comes to addressing future threats so far."
"I do. Especially given how things have been developing in the Eastern Kingdoms over the past few months," said Krivax, searching through the stack of scrolls on his desk for a particular report which had caught his attention earlier. "I believe many of them would conclude that a supranational paramilitary force which answers to the Alliance would be beneficial to their interests. Things aren't exactly going well for them at the moment.."
Krivax handed over the scroll to Elder Nadox, allowing him to read through it and see the many difficulties that the Eastern Kingdoms were dealing with. The aftereffects of the Second War were still making themselves known, even years later, and they weren't pretty.
Getting them to agree to permit a force that could help solve many of their problems shouldn't be too hard… although the devil would be in the details.
"Your arguments are not unconvincing," Elder Nadox said after a few moments of reading through the scroll. "I believe that the High King would be willing to support your proposal, so long as you are truly able to convince the surface races of the need for such a force. Still, there are certain stipulations we would like to put forward."
Krivax inclined his head in agreement. It was no surprise that Azjol-Nerub would have specific requirements in exchange for fundings. He only hoped that none of these stipulations would be incompatible with the interests of the rest of the Alliance.
He was going to have a hard enough time getting this off the ground without additional complications.
"First, the leader of this force must be a nerubian," Elder Nadox said once Krivax gestured for him to continue. "You mentioned this earlier, and we're in agreement. It is gratifying to see you vying for greater power, as most young Viziers are prone to do. I was beginning to worry that you were devoid of ambition. I'm eager to see how you will manipulate the surface races into granting you this power. Such an attitude will benefit you well in your service to Azjol-Nerub."
Krivax nearly choked on his own surprise. Elder Nadox's tone was perfectly complementary, but the actual content of his words were a tad bit concerning.
"Secondly," Elder Nadox continued as if he hadn't just casually complimented Krivax for being a power-hungry manipulator. "Azjol-Nerub will not provide a disproportionate amount of personnel for this organization. Isolationist sentiment has already grown to a point among the higher castes that we cannot afford to ignore it any longer. Allowing the surface races to exploit our generosity is something that can no longer be allowed to continue."
That would make things harder for Krivax, but it wasn't a dealbreaker. Although, it was concerning that Elder Nadox had decided to explicitly acknowledge the growing discontent. The High King lived and died on their perceived power within nerubian society, so any hint of political weakness could have long-term repercussions.
Nerubians were a people who were extremely loyal to their leaders… until they decided that you no longer served the common good, and then that loyalty very suddenly evaporated like water in the blazing sun. The balance of power was fragile, and even a perceived slight or moment of weakness could have dire consequences.
"Understood," Krivax replied, his mind already racing with political implications. "I will ensure that our contributions remain proportionate to our commitment."
"Good," Elder Nadox continued, nodding in satisfaction as his many eyes bore in Krivax. "Lastly, while we understand the need to ostensibly act under the banner of the Alliance, the interests of Azjol-Nerub are always more important than those of the surface races. If there is ever a conflict of interest, we expect you to prioritize our kingdom over the demands of the Alliance."
That… was definitely the most challenging stipulation. Krivax had always done what he'd felt was best for Azeroth, because he knew for a fact that there were many things out there that would threaten the entire world. However, the Aspects were probably the only other people who shared that perspective.
If there truly came a moment when the interests of Azjol-Nerub and the broader Alliance were at odds, Krivax would find himself in a difficult situation. He would naturally choose to side with his home and kingdom which allowed him to hold a position of power in the first place, but the diplomatic consequences could be catastrophic.
"I understand, Elder Nadox," said Krivax, bowing deferentially to the older nerubian. "I shall always seek to prioritize the interests of Azjol-Nerub above all."
Whatever personal feelings Krivax might have, there was little else he could say to his direct superior.
If he had more time, then Krivax could have possibly found a way to ensure that the organization was more equitably funded amongst the Alliance, but that wasn't an option. Krivax wanted to get this up and running before Malygos opened a path to Pandaria and was ready to assault the Lich King, which meant time was of the essence.
If Azjol-Nerub was going to be its primary source of funding, then this stipulation would naturally be non-negotiable as far as the Council was concerned.
"Excellent. I'm glad to hear it," said Elder Nadox, sounding genuinely pleased. "Your idea would be a useful tool to address emerging threats, such as the one reported recently by Vizier Hadix."
Krivax felt a hint of concern well up within him. He'd tried to get into contact with Vizier Hadix just to catch up with his mentor, but hadn't been able to do so.
"What happened to Vizier Hadix?" asked Krivax.
"Oh, you hadn't heard? I'd have assumed he would have informed you of his injury," said Elder Nadox, his words causing Krivax's concern to grow as his mind wandered to the worst case scenario. "Vizier Hadix has recently been pursuing a growing void cult he believes to be connected to a particularly dangerous artifact. Unfortunately, his most recent attempt to confront this cult resulted in him suffering significant injuries."
Krivax had already known that Hadix was pursuing rumors of Xal'atath, an incredibly powerful void weapon that he'd told the Aspects about, and who in turn informed the Alliance. Anything involving Xal'atath was extremely dangerous, but he'd never thought that something bad might happen to Hadix.
The only time he'd ever seen his mentor harmed was when he was trying to break into the house of an evil dragon with godlike powers.
"How badly is he injured?" Krivax asked, voice betraying his anxiety.
Elder Nadox paused, gaze sweeping over him assessingly. "His physical wounds are well within the abilities of our Queens to heal. However, his spiritual wounds are more severe. I'm told that he directly confronted the wielder of the weapon he's been pursuing and failed to capture them. He's currently stable and will make a full recovery, but it will be some time before he can safely return to his duties."
Krivax quietly absorbed the information, his mind struggling to process it all. Vizier Hadix was someone who could go toe-to-toe with an empowered Cho'gall and survive, albeit with the help of an Archmage. Xal'atath must be a profoundly powerful artifact if it allowed its wielder to overpower a mage of Hadix's caliber.
"I see. Thank you for informing me of this," Krivax said faintly, already deciding that he would go visit Hadix once this meeting was over. "What happened to the void cult? Has someone taken over Vizier Hadix's position to hunt them down?"
"Yes, but the cultists have fled to the Burning Steppes. Pursuing them is impossible without drawing the attention of Sorcerer-Thane Thaurissan," Elder Nadox explained, referring to the ruler of the Dark Iron dwarves.
Krivax hummed in thought as he considered the implications of what he'd just been told. The Dark Iron dwarves were servants of Ragnaros the Firelord, who was generally considered to be aligned with the Old Gods. The Dark Iron clan controlled a rather large territory in the middle of the Eastern Kingdoms and were highly aggressive to outsiders, but they generally kept to themselves unless provoked.
It wasn't a state of affairs that anyone was happy with, but Ragnaros was powerful enough that the Aspects preferred to simply ignore Elemental Lord so long as he stayed within his territory.
Krivax understood why they'd made such a decision given the vast array of responsibilities that the Aspects were already burdened with, but he had a feeling that it was a decision they would one day come to regret. The Dark Iron clan's territory was the perfect place for all manner of void cultists to hide and gather their strength, including Deathwing's surviving children.
All the more reason why I need to focus on my plans, Krivax mused to himself. If the Alliance truly establishes the Alliance Defense Force, or whatever they end up being called, I could freely send a task force to investigate these problems before they get out of hand.
"Thank you for sharing this information," said Krivax, bowing to the Elder before deciding to move on from this topic. He could tell that Nadox was beginning to grow a bit impatient. "Is there anything else that I can help you with, Elder Nadox?"
Unsurprisingly, there turned out to be a lot that he and Elder Nadox needed to discuss now that Krivax was focusing again on his regular duties.
The draenei, who had by now properly settled on Northrend, were a significant change to the balance of power on the continent and needed to be carefully handled by Azjol-Nerub. The Council recognized that the Draenei were abnormally kind and were too few in number to threaten the kingdom anytime soon, but nerubians weren't the kind of people to trust in mere good-will to protect them.
The acquisition of draenei magic and technology, or an equivalent alternative, was a goal that the High King intended to prioritize. Krivax noted that the Council also wanted greater access to the Genedar as well as more information about the naaru. Vizier Hud'rek's report did state that the Guardians of Nerub had good relations with the draenei and recommended that he should negotiate through them if possible.
Another matter close to home was an initiative taken by one of his subordinates, Initiate Krukzax, to establish relations with the taunka in Northrend. Apparently he found success by following similar, if modified, means that he used to first approach the tuskarr. Initiate Krukzax reports on the new form of shamanistic magic sounded promising and well suited for the nerubian approach to magic.
Krivax vaguely recalled how Decay, the so-called 'Sixth Element', from the games were used by dark shamans, but not much beyond that. He just hoped it might be useful against the Primals and other threats later.
Elder Nadox found this a most pleasing development since it put the taunka within Azjol-Nerub's web of influence. It helped that the taunka only asked for access to their tauren brethren and to easily provided goods, all of which would barely be of any cost to Azjol-Nerub as a whole.
Elder Nadox also insisted that the two of them go over the list Krivax had given him earlier detailing the many troubles that the Eastern Kingdoms was facing. None of them had grown to the point of becoming a threat to Azjol-Nerub, but the list was enough to reaffirm Krivax's conclusion that it had been a mistake to turn away to focus on Kalimdor for so long.
Not only was the southern portion of the Eastern Kingdoms seeing an alarming increase in troll raids, but pirate activity had also grown to an unprecedented level. The Steamwheedle Cartel and the Blackwater Raiders had both recruited heavily from the Horde remnants that littered the continent, giving them a large supply of battle hardened warriors to bring into their ranks.
Krivax suspected that the Dragonflights swift capture of the Dark Portal meant that far fewer orcs managed to flee to Draenor than in the original timeline.
Before the Second War, the pirates operating from Booty Bay had been heavily suppressed by the combined naval efforts of Stormwind and Kul'Tiras. However, with Stormwind's navy effectively destroyed and the Kul'Tiran navy heavily damaged, there was little to stop them from ravaging everything from the South Sea to Balor's Coast. Krivax chuckled at Elder Nadox's suggestion to use this as an excuse to petition Stormwind for permission to create a new nerubian port connected to the nerubian enclave.
If the… concerning rumors of vrykul ships being sighted venturing beyond the shores of the Broken Isles turned into more than just rumors, then the coasts of the Eastern Kingdoms may soon become very dangerous.
Krivax would prefer that the ten-feet-tall vikings stay in Stormheim where they belonged, thank you very much.
Aside from the trolls, pirates, and potential vrykul, the nations of the Eastern Kingdoms were still dealing with a vast array of political consequences following the end of the Second War. The balance of power among the human nations had been significantly changed with the destruction of Stormwind and the heavy damage to Lordaeron's Capital City, causing political friction as everyone got used to the new status quo.
Ironforge and Gnomeregan were also both close to experiencing a technological renaissance due to their exposure to Uldaman, which while good in many ways, had the potential to be destabilizing in its own right.
Krivax had never really tried to push for technological revolution on Azeroth because he barely knew anything about how technology on Earth worked. Instead, he'd always believed that it would be more effective to simply expose minds far more brilliant than his own to new ideas. He had no doubt that the second gnomish scholars were allowed to witness Titan technology within Uldaman, they had immediately begun trying to replicate them.
However, the nation that captured Krivax's attention the most was Quel'Thalas, as something truly unexpected seemed to be happening among the high elves.
Krivax wasn't exactly sure what facet of their internal politics was causing it, but Quel'Thalas seemed to have entered a stage of gradual rearmament. Reports indicated that the Convocation of Silvermoon had approved a significant expansion of the kingdom's military. The number of Farstriders currently being trained had nearly doubled, the Thalassian navy had commissioned several new vessels, and the Magisters had begun to emphasize the learning of war magics among their members.
Not only that, but Quel'Thalas had started to become much more active in its foreign policy, making active efforts to spread its influence throughout the region. It was a startling departure from the aloof and arrogant stance they'd taken for the majority of their history.
Krivax wasn't ashamed to admit that he'd… somewhat looked down on Quel'Thalas. The high elves acted as if they were above the 'mortal races,' but were forced to hide from the Horde behind a magical shield while the rest of the Alliance fought for their lives.
However, he could objectively admit that Quel'Thalas was a sleeping giant that could potentially become the dominant force in the Eastern Kingdoms if they ever got their act together. The elves seemingly being awoken from their arrogant complacency had the potential to vastly change the continent's geopolitical landscape.
Given that Krivax didn't even know what initiated this change in attitude, he couldn't help but worry.
Krivax and Elder Nadox continued to speak for several hours, discussing the many things that the Foreign Outreach Division would need to deal with.
Krivax was unsurprised to find that Elder Nadox was brilliant when it came to politics, which was to be expected from someone who'd helped manage a continent spanning empire for centuries. Nadox provided him with several strategies for the best ways to convince the rest of the Alliance to accept his proposals.
Those strategies were a bit more… manipulative than he would have liked, but Krivax appreciated it all the same.
Eventually, Krivax decided that it would be a good idea to ask Nadox for any advice he might have on the whole Illidan situation.
"You wish to recruit the aid of that demon corrupted criminal who the night elves are so obsessed with?" asked Elder Nadox, his tone confused but not accusatory. "That seems like an endeavor far more troublesome than its worth."
Krivax couldn't exactly say that he wanted to recruit Illidan so that he could secretly summon a powerful Dreadlord, so he chose an argument that the Elder would find more sympathetic.
"I personally witnessed his power in Eldre'thalas when he personally killed a few dozen demons by himself. After that moment, I immediately wished to use his power in service of Azjol-Nerub," said Krivax, before leaning in toward Elder Nadox conspiratorially. "And I have to admit, it would be nice stealing one of the kaldorei's greatest weapons. They weren't exactly the most pleasant of hosts while I was on Kalimdor."
Elder Nadox let out a sinister chuckle as he responded. "Ha! No need to say more. Undermining those arrogant, short-sighted elves is a pleasure that any Vizier would find appealing. Although, it will be a difficult task for you to achieve. The hatred that Illidan garners in their society is truly beyond reason."
Krivax nodded in agreement. Convincing the night elves to hand over control over their most hated prisoner would be no small feat.
"Do you have any advice to share with me, Elder Nadox?" Krivax asked eagerly.
"The kaldorei are far too arrogant to agree outright, regardless of anything you could offer them," said Elder Nadox, tilting his head thoughtfully as he considered the situation. "The only way to succeed is if you convince the elves that this course of action was their own idea. I've heard reports that Illidan has become a divisive political issue within their society…"
Krivax had heard that as well. Maiev Shadowsong was not at all happy that her primary prisoner had been stolen from her grasp.
There were arguments to be made that Tyrande would be much better off if Illidan was somewhere far away from kaldorei territory. Having him running around in front of a bunch of elves who'd lost family during the War of the Ancients was stoking the flames of resentment among her people.
He and Elder Nadox traded ideas for a few more minutes before the older nerubian announced that he had other matters to attend to. Krivax gratefully thanked the Elder for his time and wisdom, feeling more prepared to handle the litany of tasks in his near future.
Just as Elder Nadox was about to leave the office, he paused at the exit and turned back to face Krivax.
"There's just one more thing," Elder Nadox said slowly, his piercing gaze freezing Krivax on the spot. "Has any of your former collaborators from the Order of Kal'tut made contact within you over the past few months?"
Krivax felt a shiver run through his carapace at the Elder's tone. Something told him that Nadox wasn't just making a casual inquiry, and that he had a good reason for asking.
"No, Elder," Krivax responded carefully, forcing his voice and his facial features to remain steady. "I haven't heard anything from the Order since its dissolution, but I wasn't really a member long enough to form ties with anyone there. Why do you ask?"
Elder Nadox was silent as he studied Krivax, the air in the room growing heavy with tension. Finally, Nadox replied after what felt like an eternity. "No reason. Have a good day, Vizier Krivax."
Without another word, Elder Nadox exited the room, leaving Krivax wondering exactly what had just happened.
Well… that was ominous.
Krivax wasn't sure what that last exchange was, but it likely had something to do with some part of Azjol-Nerub's internal politics that he didn't know about. However, something told Krivax that it was too important for him to just ignore it.
Fortunately, I know just the person to help.
Knowing what he had to do, Krivax began making his way out of his office and toward the portal hub so that he could go visit Vizier Hadix. Not only did he want to meet with his mentor to catch up with him and make sure he wasn't too injured, but Hadix knew far more about the Order of Kal'tut and Azjol-Nerub's politics than he did.
It had been quite some time since he'd made contact with Hadix. It would be nice to finally change that.
Within a wide open cavern of the Nexus set aside for complex rituals, Malygos carefully studied the circle of pandaren monks as they floated in meditative stances, green mists wafting off of them into the arcane glyphs below.
A half dozen of the most skilled mages in the Blue Dragonflight all in their mortal guises, and Medivh, stood at intervals around the circle while channeling powerful arcane energies to support the ongoing ritual. Malygos constantly monitored the magical energies in the room, making minute adjustments every so often to ensure that the two separate types of magic did not clash.
The Aspect of Magic couldn't help but frown as he realized that he needed to correct the flow of magic coming from Medivh far less often than he did the members of his own Dragonflight.
How mortifying that his own kin would lose to a mortal, however abnormal they might be.
Creating a spell that could successfully make use of multiple different varieties of magic, arcane and spirit magic in this case, was not a simple endeavor. It had taken Malygos some time to learn the properties of the unfamiliar magic used by the pandaren, but it eventually became clear to him that their magic would be essential in opening a path to Pandaria.
The mists that sealed away the continent had thwarted all attempts that he had made to bypass them, almost seeming to react and adapt to any vulnerabilities he found. Eventually, a suggestion made by Krivax allowed Malygos to figure out exactly what was happening. Not only had the concealment magic been created by the mortal ruler known as Emperor Shaohao, but they were also actively being maintained by him as well.
Anytime that Malygos attempted to breach the protective barrier, Emperor Shaohao would sense it and adapt the mists accordingly, making full use of an entire continent's leyline network to do so. It was a magical game of cat and mouse that would never end.
Realizing this had been… utterly infuriating, and Northrend now had one less mountain than it did several months ago.
Unfortunately, solving this issue was not as simple as Malygos would have hoped. While he had the assistance of Medivh, who had quite a bit of experience with spirits for obvious reasons, the same mists that protected Pandaria also prevented them from summoning Emperor Shaohao and forcing him to end the spell. Malygos was nearly angry enough to destroy another mountain to relieve his frustration when he was suddenly informed that the pandaren refugees from the Wandering Isle were attempting to make contact with him.
Rather, to be more precise, they had traveled to Dalaran after Malygos teleported the mortals to the Eastern Kingdoms after talking to them on Zandalar and forgetting about them. Once there they sought out the Council of Six, searching for anyone who could help them return to Pandaria and enact vengeance on the monsters who destroyed their home.
Realizing that their assistance could actually be of use, Malygos soon found himself standing in front of a group of pandaren monks, eyes filled with pain and a desperate need for vengeance as they offered him their assistance.
Malygos would be lying if he said he hadn't been moved at all by the hatred in their eyes. He'd thought that he'd long grown numb to the suffering of mortals… but something about their raw pain stirred his memories in a way he had not thought about in a long time.
Seeing no reason to turn them down, Malygos had brought them back to the Nexus so that they could assist him in his efforts. The pandaren were not proper mages by any means, but the spell surrounding Pandaria didn't react nearly as virulently to them as it did him. While it wasn't enough for them to actually enter Pandaria, it was definitely enough for Malygos and Medivh to craft a spell that would allow them to contact Emperor Shaohao.
Hopefully, the troublesome spirit would have enough sense to allow them to access Pandaria and confront the Lich King. But given that Shaohao had not already done so, it was likely that things would not be so simple. The spirit had been corrupted by the Sha of Pride according to Krivax, a void entity which fed off one's arrogance and hubris.
Emperor Shaohao was obviously not making decisions in a logical manner, or he would have already lowered the mists long ago.
He wasn't quite sure that he was the one to convince an arrogant spirit to change their course of action and make the correct decision, but he would still try.
Malygos was pulled from his thoughts as he heard a soft murmur to his side, one filled with a mixture of pain and silent hope.
"So close… so close until we can return to Pandaria. Master Shang Xi, I swear upon the August Celestials that I will avenge you… I swear it."
Chen Stormstout was whispering to himself as he floated above the circle, most likely speaking out unconsciously as the spell neared its completion. Malygos didn't exactly need a reminder of what was at stake, but the mortal's words strengthened his resolve regardless.
Eventually, Malygos sensed that the spell had successfully bypassed Pandaria's concealment magic and identified its target, completing the first portion of the ritual.
"The spell has found Shaohao," Malygos bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the cavern. "Prepare to draw the spirit in!"
Immediately, every mage participating in the ritual simultaneously changed the nature of the casting, acting in unison as they began pulling the spirit away from Pandaria. Shaohao attempted to fight the summoning, but even a spirit with full access to his homeland's ley lines could not resist so many extraordinarily powerful mages.
Soon, a blurry image began to solidify within the center of the circle. The ethereal form of Emperor Shaohao, a pandaren wearing white and gold robes, appeared while surrounded by wisps of energy and glaring at them in open defiance.
Malygos huffed in disgust as he directed his senses at the spirit. If he hadn't known what he was searching for, Malygos could have easily missed the subtle corruption lingering on the spirit. But knowing what to expect, the foul stench of the Old Gods made Malygos wish that he could simply obliterate the spirit then and there.
Unfortunately, Malygos rarely had the opportunity to indulge in his more violent impulses now that he somewhat cared about acting responsibly.
"The spirit has arrived! Activate the containment spells!" Malygos ordered as soon as the spirit was sufficiently solidified.
A complex geometric pattern of blue and emerald lines flared to life on the ground around Emperor Shaohao, trapping the defiant spirit within. The circle shimmered and seemed to solidify, turning the interior into a translucent dome. Malygos meticulously examined the magic for several moments before nodding in satisfaction. The spell was more than enough to keep Shaohao contained long enough for their conversation to take place
"Why have you summoned me? It is my duty to stand in eternal vigil over my lands. Every moment that you keep me here is another that I cannot help my people," Shaohao's voice, regal and tinged with anger as he spoke in pandaren, echoed in the cavernous room. "They need me now, more than ever."
"Calm yourself, spirit. We have every intention of releasing you," Malygos lied, doing his best to not antagonize the volatile spirit as he responded in the spirit's own language. "If you look below you, you'll see that the spell containing you is set to expire within the hour. We merely wished to ensure that we have the opportunity to speak with you."
Malygos had told the truth about the spell, but he obviously had no intentions of letting Shaohao go free now that he'd finally captured the spirit. He would be getting into Pandaria, one way or another.
Shaohao studied the spell before looking around suspiciously, his gaze falling upon pandaren monks floating in meditation. His expression briefly softened, and Malygos felt the corruption on the spirit weaken just a fraction.
"While we do not know the exact details, we are aware that Pandaria is currently being attacked by a being which wishes to do nothing more than spread death across your lands," Malygos continued, speaking more diplomatically than he'd needed to in centuries. "The Wandering Isle was destroyed by this same being, and your people call for vengeance. Allow us access to Pandaria, and we will aid them in achieving this goal."
A conflicted expression appeared on Shaohao's face, and Malygos could sense the corruption flare up as the spirit fought to make the rational decision. The Sha of Pride did not seem to have total control over the spirit, its influence far more subtle than most void corruption.
Strange…
"You speak the truth. Undeath sweeps across my lands like a plague, destroying everything in its path and growing more powerful by the day," said Emperor Shaohao, his voice trembling in sorrow and rage. "The Sha grow more powerful by the day, and it won't be long before they corrupt the land as well."
For a moment, Malygos thought that the spirit might agree without further issue, but it didn't take long for pride and arrogance to grow in Shaohao's eyes.
"But why then would I turn to the outside world for assistance?" Shaohao continued, glaring at Malygos. "It was you and your kind who destroyed this world during the Sundering and invited demons to our lands! I'm sure that the August Celestials will be fully capable of defending Pandaria without outside intervention."
Malygos felt a twinge of annoyance at being blamed for the actions of power hungry elves, but held his tongue. "Even if that were so, denying our assistance will cause more of your people to perish than is necessary. Is it not your sworn duty to protect them, spirit?"
Emperor Shaohao, his gaze still filled with arrogance, looked about to retort before he was suddenly interrupted by Chen Stormstout. The monk, no longer submerged in mediation now that the spell had been complete, stepped forward to address the spirit.
"Emperor Shaohao, please," Chen Stormstout's voice cracked with emotion. "Allow us and these outsiders to enter Pandaria. I watched personally as that monster destroyed my home and ruthlessly slaughtered our people. Not a single one of us will be able to rest until we stop the rest of our people from suffering a similar fate. Please, I beg of you!"
Shaohao's eyes widened as the monk, and every other pandaren in the room, fell to the floor and pleaded for him to help them.
"I… how have I become so blinded by pride?" Shaohao whispered to himself quietly as his gaze swept through the room before turning to Malygos. When he next spoke, his voice was louder and filled with determination. "Stand up, children of Pandaria. You are right. The time for isolation is over, and the time to act is now. If these outsiders are willing to help, then I will let them."
Chen Stormstout, tears of gratitude in his eyes, nodded as he got to his feet. "Thank you, Emperor. Thank you."
It wasn't long before the room was filled with similar words of gratitudes as the rest of the monks celebrated.
Malygos ignored the excitement of the mortals as he focused on the corruption within the spirit. It had become dormant after the monks pleaded with the spirit, but he knew that the threat was far from eradicated. The void corrupting Emperor Shaohao had merely retreated for now, and would no doubt reassert itself at the worst possible moment.
If it were possible for him to simply purify the spirit, then Malygos would have immediately done so the moment that the Shaohao had arrived. Unfortunately, Emperor Shaohao was intrinsically connected to Pandaria, so they would need to deal with the source of the corruption if they wished to purify the spirit.
Malygos turned his gaze to the other side of the cavern and saw that Medivh wore a similarly grim expression as he observed the spirit, clearly recognizing the lurking danger.
How troublesome…
Still, Malygos allowed the sounds of jubilant mortals to wash over him as he enjoyed this moment of victory. Now that they had access to Pandaria, he would finally be able to thoroughly assess the situation and develop a plan to confront the Lich King.
Malygos only hoped that his enemies hadn't already grown too powerful.
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Chapter 78
"Why do you insist on forcing me to try all of these strange drinks made by the surface races?" asked Hadix, lounging in a meticulously woven bed of webs as he stared skeptically at several bottles of wine that Krivax had brought for his visit.
"Come on, what's wrong with trying new things every once in a while?" Krivax asked encouragingly as he poured the wine into a glass and handed it to his mentor. "I don't see what the problem is. If I had lived for as long as you have, I would savor every new experience that came my way."
It had been a while since he'd actually met with Hadix, and Krivax was surprised to find how much he'd missed the grouchy old nerubian. There weren't many people who could look so disgruntled while being offered wine made by one of the most prestigious wineries in the Eastern Kingdoms.
Prior to making contact with the surface races, the only nerubians who had experienced the effects of alcohol were the Azjol-Nerub's alchemists. After all, nerubians generally weren't interested in mind-altering substances unless they could somehow be used to increase efficiency.
However, that sort of cultural attitude really didn't sit well with the major breweries and wineries throughout the Eastern Kingdoms, many of which were surprisingly influential. Azjol-Nerub had the potential to be a truly massive market that they could exploit if they managed to create a drink palatable to the average nerubian.
As a result, Krivax often found himself being sent free samples of various alcoholic drinks by merchants across the Eastern Kingdoms. Krivax enjoyed trying them in his free time, despite the drinks needing specific alchemical ingredients if he wanted to get drunk. Unfortunately, most of them were… less than stellar.
The Frost Lotus Infused Wine, sent by the Fallrook Estate from the Hillsbrad Foothills, used ingredients imported from Northrend and was by far the best he'd ever tried.
His current objective was to find a wine that Hadix would like so he could get to see the normally severe Vizier drunk. Given how many serious matters he had to deal with on a day to day basis, Krivax had every intention of finding some fun where he could.
"Taking you on as an apprentice has given me all of the 'new experiences' I need for three centuries," Hadix grumbled irritably as he twisted the wine glass to study it from every angle before finally taking a tentative sip.
"Well? How is it?" Krivax asked eagerly, putting aside the documents he was reading and turning his full attention to the Vizier.
One of the best parts about having enchanted parchment and quills that could fly and hide information from anyone not authorized to read them was the ability to get work done wherever he wanted. Whether he was lounging in his chamber, walking through the caverns of Azjol-Nerub, or visiting his injured mentor, Krivax could easily find an open space and start filling out documents.
Given that he didn't need to sleep and that the work coming his way seemed limitless at times, no matter how much he tried to delegate, that ability was priceless.
Although, looking back on it now, perhaps there was something else wrong if he needed to work all of the time.
Hadix swirled the wine in his glass, pausing for a moment as he seemed to ponder over the best words to describe the experience.
"It's… unexpectedly pleasant," Hadix admitted, a touch of surprise and nostalgia in his voice. "The flavor is more subtle than those previous concoctions you had me try. It tastes like it was distilled with Luminous Dew, a plant which used to be harvested from the fungi farms deep within Azjol-Nerub when I was younger. I haven't had anything like it in quite some time."
Krivax could see just how much Hadix enjoyed the drink and suddenly felt a bit guilty that he just wanted to see what the Vizier was like when he was drunk.
Not guilty enough to stop, however.
"I'm glad to hear that," Krivax said enthusiastically as he placed a bottle of wine on a floating tray near his resting place. "Feel free to enjoy as much of it as you want. After all, I doubt you'll have another chance like this to relax in the near future."
He was confident that was the case, as Hadix was the only person he knew who was more of a workaholic than himself. Hadix grumbled under his breath, but didn't refute Krivax's words as he quietly poured himself another glass.
Seeing this, Krivax turned his attention back to the documents floating about him, diligently continuing his work. Many of them were responses and requests to various Alliance officials in regard to his 'Alliance Defense Force' proposal, so they were actually quite important.
Krivax had wanted to call his organization the 'Adventurers' Guild' at first, but most kingdoms seemed to have legal restrictions about what could and couldn't be called a Guild, any of which contradicted each other. His proposed organization didn't qualify with many of them, so it was simply less of a pain to choose a different name.
He also read through a report he'd requested from his subordinates about the draenei and tauren's integration into the rest of Azeroth. The former was progressing fairly well, with trade between Azjol-Nerub and the draenei increasing every day. Not only that, but connections between the draenei and the Church of the Holy Light were flourishing.
Given that the draenei had a naaru with them, which was basically the Azerothian version of a literal angel, that was no surprise.
However, the tauren were simply less technologically advanced compared to other societies and thus had much less to offer. Still, it was nice to read that they were no longer under active threat by the centaurs. The combination of the Primal encroaching on centaur land and a steady supply of weapons to tauren by Azjol-Nerub was enough to deter them.
"Are you really so free of time that you can afford to waste it so frivolously?" Vizier Hadix asked gruffly from the meticulously woven web he was currently lounging in. "There's truly no need for you to be here, brat."
"I don't see anything wrong with spending a little bit of time with my favorite Vizier, especially when he's injured," Krivax said teasingly as he finished penning a letter to Anduin Lothar, current regent lord of Stormwind. "Besides, I'm perfectly capable of doing what work I need to do here and keeping you company at the same time."
Krivax was more than a little glad that Hadix had been told to avoid using magic as much as possible while recovering from his injuries. Otherwise, Krivax was sure that he would have had something telekinetically thrown at his head.
Hadix was of course more than willing to express his displeasure in other ways, but he hadn't actually forbidden Krivax from visiting, for all his grouching.
"I hardly see the point. This is certainly not the first time that I've been injured," said Hadix, huffing and tapping another sip of his wine.
Malygos had discreetly informed the Alliance that he'd secured a path into Pandaria. As a result, everyone 'in the know' was doing what they could to prepare themselves to fight undead in the near future.
Currently, he and Hadix were in the Dalaran's nerubian enclave. Krivax felt like Hadix would be better served returning to Azjol-Nerub for medical treatment, but the old Vizier insisted on remaining in the Eastern Kingdoms. Apparently, this was a sensitive period of time in his efforts to root out the Void cults, and he wanted to be available in case any of his colleagues or subordinates required his expertise.
From everything that Krivax had seen, he was starting to get the feeling that Dalaran had just grown on Hadix. The Vizier who he'd first met in Kilah'kuk would have never passed up the opportunity to avoid interacting with the surface races, but things had obviously changed after he started working with the Kirin Tor.
Honestly, it was a surprise sometimes for him to go out into the streets of Dalaran and see just how nonchalant the locals had become about the giant spiders walking their streets. Seeing the results of his efforts might have even brought a tear to Krivax's eyes… if he had any tear ducts.
"Well, even if you don't appreciate my wonderful company, it's very helpful for me to have free access to your expertise," Krivax said placatingly, though his words were completely the truth. "After all, those of us who haven't lived for centuries sometimes need help in order to accomplish their goals."
"Hmph. It's gratifying to see that I've taught you well enough to at least know that," Hadix drawled, voice still surprisingly composed despite drinking several glasses of wine. "Then tell me, how is that little project of yours progressing?"
Hadix was surprisingly approving of his plan to create a paramilitary force under the Alliance to address specific threats. Although, perhaps it shouldn't be that surprising given that the Vizier had spent centuries combating mind bending monsters for a secret organization. Hadix was very much a believer in proactively destroying threats with extreme impunity before they could become a problem.
"It's… a bit of a mixed bag to be honest," Krivax said hesitantly as he gave a brief sigh and read through a report on the growing piracy situation. "Responses are positive for the most part, which was to be expected given that Azjol-Nerub will be the ones funding the program. The nations of the Eastern Kingdoms have no reason to oppose it when it costs them nothing. The kaldorei have shut down any proposals to join the Alliance, and are extremely reluctant to accept even associate status, which was also to be expected. I'm working on it."
Now was probably the best time for Krivax to convince the kaldorei that they should work with the rest of Azeroth. While the Primals were proving to be an unfortunate distraction and drain on resources, they also gave Krivax a bit of leverage when speaking with the night elves.
After all, the Primals were primarily a problem for Kalimdor. If Azjol-Nerub were to withdraw military support from the efforts to contain the creatures, then the kaldorei would not be in a good place to handle it.
Of course, the Aspects wouldn't approve of this and the Primals would likely be able to spread if they overcame the night elves, but that didn't mean it wasn't still an effective threat. Although, it was a bit difficult wording a threat that was explicit enough to be understood and also subtle enough not to overly anger the kaldorei.
Elvish pride was a delicate thing, often pushing them into doing things that were counterproductive if they felt slighted.
However, Krivax had decided that it would be best to push the night elves after the Alliance had already formed the organization, as that would give him much more leverage.
"None of that was unanticipated. So long as I continue as planned, the Alliance should agree to form the Alliance Defense Force and allow a nerubian leader," Krivax continued as he shuffled through his notes, searching for a particular letter. "At least, that's what should be happening. In reality, I'm receiving a surprising amount of excuses and complaints, most of which seem to be coming from factions affiliated with Quel'Thalas."
Krivax handed over an unofficial letter he'd received from Count Dalton of the Alterac Kingdom. After King Perenolde made up an obvious excuse to delay his acceptance of the Alliance Defense Force, Krivax contacted one of his few acquaintances in the kingdom to learn more.
Apparently, the only noble family in the kingdom who'd been allowed the privilege of trading with Quel'Thalas was pushing for the king to refuse his proposal. It had been clear for a while that the high elves were beginning to actually take notice of events beyond their borders and make use of their influence, but this wasn't how he'd hoped things would develop.
"Oh? How surprising. I hadn't expected those foolish elves to actually do something competent," said Hadix, sounding impressed as he read the letter in one hand and poured himself another glass of wine with one of his others.
"Competent? All they're doing is making my life more difficult," Krivax replied, unable to keep the offense from his voice. "The Alliance Defense Force will help Quel'Thalas just as much as everyone else, so why are they trying to stop it? I thought they'd already learned after the Second War that they can't afford to ignore the threats of the outside world!"
It was honestly baffling to Krivax that the high elves were working against him when he was just trying to help everyone. The whole point of ensuring that the Horde didn't reform was so that Azeroth wouldn't have unnecessary political divisions while also dealing with existential threats, but it seemed like things weren't going to be that easy.
However, the most frustrating thing about the whole situation was that he didn't really know the motivations behind it. Quel'Thalas had always been an insular and closed off kingdom, allowing entrance to only a few merchants while their citizens rarely left their cities.
Krivax knew quite a bit about the high elves, but most of that was due to either meta-knowledge or the benefits of his position. For the average human walking the streets of Capital City, Quel'Thalas might as well be a mythical land from fairy tales. While this was slowly beginning to change, it meant that elvish internal politics were utterly opaque to anyone living outside of the city.
For all he knew, King Anastarian could have been overthrown in a coup, or Silvermoon could have secretly been taken over by a Dreadlord. Prince Kael'thas hadn't returned to Dalaran in months and wasn't answering any letters, so there was no way for him to know.
Krivax explained all of his frustrations to Hadix as the older Vizier lounged in his web with a contemplative expression. After several moments, Krivax was more than a little surprised when Hadix let out a soft chuckle.
"If I were to guess, I would assume that you've fallen victim to your own success," said Hadix, a hint of amusement coloring his voice. "If the elves have made such a dramatic departure from their normal behavior, then the most likely explanation is that they've begun to view Azjol-Nerub as a genuine threat to their influence and safety, rightly so. That being the case, it's obvious that they would oppose you."
Krivax hated to admit that Hadix's theory made sense, though it seemed woefully short sighted to him.
"But don't they understand that we have more important things to worry about than competing for political influence?" Krivax asked with exasperation, glaring at a document from Kul'Tiras that was also awfully non-committal. He hadn't even known that Quel'Thalas had any dealings with the maritime nation. "They've been informed about the Lich King, just like everyone else. I thought that people were supposed to come together during times of crisis, not waste time with petty political nonsense."
He'd seen how the Eastern Kingdoms had come together to deal with the Horde, and had expected something similar when it came to the Lich King. Much to his confusion, however, the sense of urgency among the various nations was far less than compared to the Horde.
He could understand that the Lich King was much farther away, but the Aspects had been explicitly clear about the severity of the threat. So why was Krivax still needing to deal with political infighting when they were all working toward the same goal?
"Once again, you are a victim of your own success," Hadix explained, his expression more relaxed as ever as the alcohol began to take effect. "The surface races likely expect the Lich King to be handled by either us or the Aspects, and why wouldn't they? It doesn't help that no matter how threatening the dragons claim this necromancer to be, nobody has seen the proof with their own eyes. Until the undead begin to invade their own lands, a significant portion of them will always remain unconcerned."
Unfortunately, that sounded distressingly plausible to Krivax. While the people of the Eastern Kingdoms held no great reverence for the Aspects, nobody could deny the power of the beings who put an end to the Second War in a single day.
With such powerful figures on their side, why would the nations of the Eastern Kingdoms feel pressured by such a distant threat?
"Well, that time may come sooner rather than later," Krivax grumbled as he thought back to the first reports he'd received of the situation in Pandaria. "With nobody being able to locate the giant undead turtle fortress that's swimming around somewhere, the Lich King could appear on their shores one day without warning."
Once he gained access to Pandaria, Malygos had immediately set about thoroughly scrying the continent to get a good idea of the situation. It hadn't taken the Aspect of Magic long to discover that the Scourge had established a fortified stronghold on the Isle of Thunder, the death magic radiating from that place apparently as obvious as a beacon in the dark.
Unfortunately, the Dreadlords weren't incompetent enough to just conveniently leave Shen-zin Su parked off the coast of the island like an unattended car. If the Lich King was a stationary target, then the Aspects would likely have already developed an invasion plan and moved to wipe the Scourge off the map before they could grow any stronger.
With the Lich King currently missing and doing who knows what, the Aspects were hesitant to reveal that they'd gained access to Pandaria with an assault on a heavily fortified location that wouldn't destroy the main threat. Better to lure the enemy into a false sense of security and suddenly teleport four super dragons on top of them when they least expected it.
At the very minimum, Malygos insisted that they knew the location of the Dreadlord around the Lich King before launching an assault.
"Rather than just whining, you should actually do something about it," Hadix continued, his words only slightly slurred by the wine. "I taught you better than to simply complain about your problems. This Alliance Defense Force of yours is a good idea, and you've always been bafflingly competent at stumbling your way into getting what you want, so do it again."
Krivax couldn't help but feel somewhat hearted by Hadix's gruff encouragement. There were only a handful of times over the years when the Vizier gave him a compliment.
"You think I'm competent?" Krivax asked teasingly, mood rising at his mentor's disgruntled expression. "Perhaps you should drink more often."
Hadix shot him a withering look, although Krivax could tell that the Vizier was more amused than insulted. "Don't push your luck, brat. A prestigious political position and ridiculous dragon powers won't stop me from tossing you out of this chamber."
"Fine, fine, I'll behave," said Krivax, chuckling as he raised his hands in surrender. "But you're right. If I want to deal with this issue, then I'll have to confront the root of the problem. I suppose a visit to Silvermoon City is in my near future."
"Hmph. Good idea. I'll go with you. We should probably learn what's caused those elves to start acting this way before they make a mess of things like usual," said Hadix, nodding approvingly before gesturing imperiously to a different bottle of wine that was also sent by the Fallbrook Estate. "Now hand me that bottle. Lets see if their previous success was merely a fluke or something worthy of attention. I know several Viziers who might appreciate a drink of such quality if so."
Suddenly, Krivax had an image of several stern-faced Vizier sitting around a web-laden room and pretentiously critiquing wine and couldn't help but laugh.
Vizier Hadix immediately took in his surroundings the moment that he stepped through the portal to Silvermoon City.
His proposal to join Krivax during his diplomatic visit to the elves had been borne from a combination of boredom and mental inebriation, but it was no great burden. Until his moderately concerning hypersensitivity to the Void disappeared, Hadix had little else to occupy his time with other than ensuring his fool apprentice didn't get himself killed.
He hadn't genuinely considered that to be a serious concern before leaving for Silvermoon, but the sight in front of him didn't fill him with confidence that the day would be purely peaceful.
There was a distinct air of tension surrounding the high elves waiting to greet them. It was a subtle thing, something that Hadix would have failed to notice if he had not spent months meticulously studying the body languages of the surface races. However, that tension, along with the several elves wearing crimson armor and carrying large two-sided blades, set him on edge.
Hadix glanced toward his overly-large apprentice and confirmed that Krivax had noticed the situation as well. The brat was often foolish on several matters, but his position as a diplomat had greatly improved his ability to both lie and discern the feelings of others.
Hadix discreetly caught the attention of the leader of Krivax's protection detail and tapped two fingers from his lower hands against his leg. The gesture could be mistaken for a simple nervous tick, but Hadix knew his message had been understood when the guard captain subtly shifted his stance, putting himself in a better position to draw his weapon if necessary.
Hadix briefly contemplated casting protection spells over himself, but decided against it when his gaze drifted toward the armored elves who he recognized as Spellbreakers. Intelligence reports from the Circle of Vizier's analysts had not been very clear about the extent of their abilities, but the Spellbreakers were an elite group of elvish warriors capable of distributing and contorting magical energies. It was no great stretch of logic to assume they were also skilled at detecting such magic.
The closest equivalent Hadix was familiar with was Azjol-Nerub's own Obsidian Destroyers, making them very formidable foes. The Circle of Viziers advised tearing the Spellbreakers to pieces with swarms of skitterers, but Hadix currently didn't have such a swarm at hand.
Unfortunate.
"Hello. Thank you for agreeing to allow us into your beautiful city," said Krivax, his voice forcefully cheerful as he spoke in impressively fluent thalassian. "I am Ambassador Krivax of Azjol-Nerub. I believe I'm here to speak with King Anastarian?"
In front of the Spellbreakers was an elvish woman with sharp, dark eyes and dressed in a flowing silver gown made from one of the most expensive varieties of silks exported by Azjol-Nerub. It was heavily enchanted, and wouldn't be out of place on both a battlefield or at a royal ball.
Although Hadix had educated himself on the body language of the surface races, he was unable to discern anything aside from polite professionalism from the woman's expression.
"Greetings, Vizier Krivax. I am Delania Evermind, the Magistrix assigned to welcome you to our city," said the woman, offering a graceful bow. "I'm afraid there must be some confusion. You are scheduled to meet with Grand Magister Belo'vir, leader of the Convocation of Silvermoon."
Concerning…
"I see. I apologize for my ignorance, but has something happened to King Anastarian?" Krivax asked politely. "It is sometimes difficult to hear news of events in Quel'Thalas from beyond its borders."
Magistrix Evermind smiled, her expression revealing little. "Matters such as these are best handled by the Convocation. King Anastarian need not be bothered. I assure you, Grand Magister Belo'vir is completely authorized to speak for our people."
Hadix instantly understood from the content of the elf's words that the Convocation of Silvermoon had recently increased its influence over elvish society.
Quel'Thalas was a nation with a rather strange type of government. Unlike other more sensible nations which empowered a single ruler to make decisions on behalf of their nation, the elves just had to be different. They employed a system which distributed power between the royal Sunstrider dynasty and the Convocation of Silvermoon, a council of the seven most powerful lords in Quel'Thalas.
From what Azjol-Nerub was able to discern, the Sunstrider Dynasty had been losing power to the Convocation for millennia, a process accelerated by Prince Sunstrider choosing to live in Dalaran rather than among his own people. Apparently, the Convocation had now gathered enough power that they were now the ones making foreign policy decisions in elvish society.
Hadix found this development to be somewhat concerning. If the elves were now being led by an individual who was both competent and resentful of nerubian influence in the Eastern Kingdom, as circumstantial evidence suggested, then it could be a problem.
Krivax had always been far more concerned about grand existential threats like the Burning Legion and their schemes than mundane politics. Hadix had to admit that he felt similarly, the vast majority of his life dedicated to combating the malign influences of the Old Gods. However, he had been burned enough by political realities to understand that they couldn't be ignored.
"Very well, Magistrix Evermind," Krivax responded, maintaining his composure. "We look forward to meeting with Grand Magister Belo'vir. I haven't spoken to him since our meeting in Capital City in the immediate aftermath of the Second War, so I look forward to it."
Magistrix Evermind nodded and gestured to the guards, who immediately fell into a protective formation around them.
"Excellent. If you would please follow me," said Magistrix Evermind, leading them through the empty hallways of the portal facility and onto the streets of Silvermoon City.
Hadix ignored the diplomatic fawning coming from his apprentice and focused intently on his surroundings. The very first thing that Hadix noticed was that the building they had just left must have been heavily warded, otherwise he would have immediately sensed the vast font of arcane magic in the far north.
Silvermoon City was famous for not only being the capital of Quel'Thalas, but also because it drew directly from the most powerful source of arcane magic in the Eastern Kingdoms, the Sunwell. Sensing it now, Hadix could already determine that the Circle of Viziers had vastly underestimated the potency of the Sunwell, as it was many times stronger than the leyline nexuses under Dalaran or En'kilah.
It was easy for Hadix to see now how the elves had remained so prosperous despite the poor decisions of their leaders.
The second thing that Hadix noticed was how thoroughly intertwined Silvermoon City was with magic.
He could see several large golems patrolling the streets, their limbs and torso floating independently of each other with arcane crystals powering their movements. Light fixtures gently illuminated the streets while levitating in the air, seemingly for no reason other than aesthetics. Nearly every building was predominantly blue and gold in color and made from some manner of magic infused material, allowing for powerful wards.
The very air itself seemed to pulse with magic, leading Hadix to believe that his casting spells would be several times easier in Silvermoon City than elsewhere.
As Magistrix Evermind led them toward Silvermoon's administrative district, Hadix noticed that none of the elvish civilians seemed to be suffering from hunger or sickness. Even when the other surface races attempted to hide the destitute portions of their societies, there was always something that escaped the web.
Be it the gaunt face of a beggar, the persistent cough of a diseased peasant, or the distant cry of a hungry hatchling, Hadix had never seen a nation that could match Azjol-Nerub in prosperity.
Silvermoon seemed different.
Not only that, but he could sense that every single civilian could potentially learn magic.
This only heightened Hadix's unease as he began to worry that Quel'Thalas may actually have the ability to become a true competitor to Azjol-Nerub. What they lacked in sheer numbers and resources could potentially be compensated for by the Sunwell and a powerful populace.
Notably, however, the thread of tension that Hadix could see in the Spellbreakers was non-existent among the elvish civilians. If Quel'thalas was indeed suffering from internal instability, then its people seemed ignorant of it.
Eventually, the Magistrix led them to a grand building larger than a nerubian ziggurat and surrounded by seven towers reaching high into the sky. The structure had clearly been constructed with the intention of displaying power and influence, as it seemed to loom over the surrounding buildings and was rather grandiose in design.
However, Hadix paid little attention to this and instead noted its many defenses, as that was what was truly important.
Its large, ornate doors were guarded by two golems and several elite Spellbreakers who were stationed at its entrance. Although he couldn't see them, Hadix could sense several elvish archers camouflaged in strategic positions on the towers. He could even sense someone flying through the air under the cover of an invisibility enchantment, most likely a dragonhawk rider.
Hadix couldn't help but approve. If this was the center of decision making in Quel'Thalas, then it was wise of the elves to protect it as much as possible.
The Magistrix led them into the structure, past the Spellbreakers who watched them with stoic expressions. The interior was just as grand as its exterior, with wide and resplendent halls, tapestries, and various other elvish fopperies that Hadix didn't care about.
What was far more interesting was the angry elvish woman who began storming toward them the moment they entered. The woman was one of the few of her kind who showed any signs of aging, and it was clear from her manner of dress that she was of high station.
Hadix was almost disappointed when Magistrix Evermind merely gestured to the furious elf and a Spellbreaker broke away from the delegation to calmly, but forcefully lead her away.
"Is… everything alright?" asked Krivax, confusion evident in his voice as he watched the strange scene. "Have we done something to offend your people, Magistrix?"
A hint of annoyance flashed through Evermind's expression before disappearing. "Not at all, Ambassador. There have simply been some political disagreements within the Convocation which Lady Elionara is very passionate about. It is nothing that you need to be concerned about."
Hadix didn't believe a word of that and made a mental note to investigate the grievances of Lady Elionara at a later time. He could tell that Krivax also shared his suspicions, but there was little they could do.
"Understood," Krivax replied diplomatically, keeping any doubt out of his voice.
Magistrix Evermind nodded and led them further into the building. The hallway gave way to a grand chamber with an arched ceiling adorned with elvish motifs and a large, circular table in the center surrounded by seven overly intricate chairs, six of which were empty.
Sitting at the head of the table was an elven man clad in robes of deep purple who could only be Grand Magister Belo'vir.
His presence commanded immediate attention, the air around him charged with a subtle aura of magic that even most Viziers would find imposing. Much like Lady Elionara, the Grand Magister was one of the few elves that showed signs of age with bits of gray in his brown hair and slightly weathered skin, though his eyes held an intelligence that made clear he was not to be underestimated.
Hadix was not a person who easily impressed, but there was an… imperceptible quality about the elf in front of him that put him on edge. If the six empty seats of the absent elvish lords weren't already clue enough, Hadix would have quickly realized that Grand Magister Belo'vir was a very dangerous individual.
"Welcome, Ambassador Krivax of Azjol-Nerub, to Silvermoon City," the Grand Magister greeted, rising from his seat to offer a courteous but distant bow. "I was quite glad to receive your request to visit our city. A meeting like this between our nations was quite overdue."
There had been communications between Azjol-Nerub and Quel'Thalas for quite some time, of course, but this was the highest-ranking diplomatic encounter they'd had so far after the Second War, and the first on their own soil.
"Indeed, Grand Magister Belo'vir," Krivax responded, returning the bow with practiced ease. "It is a pleasure to see you again. We haven't had the chance to speak since our last encounter in Capital City."
"Quite. If my recollection is correct, you were quite different at the time," said the Grand Magister, gesturing toward the piles of enchanted cushions near the desk. "Much like the kingdom you serve, you've elevated yourself at a speed that has left many surprised, Ambassador. Forgive me for the inconvenience, but we could not find a seat appropriate for someone of your stature."
The next few minutes were dull as Hadix quietly listened to his apprentice and the Grand Magister exchange the obligatory pleasantries. There was a moment when Belo'vir attempted to pull Hadix into conversation, offering him compliments about the duel he had in Dalaran against that pitiful elf, but he politely deflected.
Hadix's role here was simply as an observer; one who could notice the smaller details that Krivax might not. His apprentice had earned his position as Azjol-Nerub's head ambassador, and Hadix would not infringe on it unnecessarily.
Fortunately, Belo'vir seemed like a person who also disliked tedious formalities and they soon moved on to the topic at hand.
"The Alliance Defense Force seems like quite an interesting proposal, Ambassador," said Grand Magister Belo'vir with what sounded like genuine approval. "A paramilitary organization made up of powerful individuals and augmented by the diverse resources of the various member nations of the Alliance. One with the mandate to identify and confront threats to the safety of our peoples. An organization like that would certainly be of great use."
"Thank you, Grand Magister. I think so as well," said Krivax after a moment of hesitation. "Then… can Azjol-Nerub expect your nation's support once we present this proposal to the Alliance?"
Hadix didn't blame Krivax for his confusion. It was a sentiment that they shared.
Grand Magister Belo'vir smiled thinly as he responded. "You can. In fact, Quel'Thalas approves of this initiative so much that we intend to assist Azjol-Nerub in its funding and management. I already have several Magisters eager to offer their services."
Ah. Now I see.
The elves didn't want to block Krivax's proposal. They wished to take it over and make it their own.
So long as Azjol-Nerub was the only nation funding the Alliance Defense Force, it was only natural that they would be able to have overwhelming control over it. Now that Quel'thalas had shown an intent to expand their influence beyond their borders, they would naturally seek to control such a potentially powerful organization.
Quel'Thalas lacked the influence to do so now, but Hadix had no doubt that the Grand Magister would eventually propose that an elf should lead the Alliance Defense Force. If that was to become the case, then Azjol-Nerub would be forced to hand over the fruits of its resources and labor to a rival nation.
"Your willingness to assist us is very generous, Grand Magister, but it is unnecessary," said Krivax, obviously choosing his words carefully. "Azjol-Nerub had already allocated sufficient resources to this project. While we appreciate your offer, we would not wish to impose an unnecessary burden on your people."
The Grand Magister paused for several moments as he assessed Krivax. After a while, he let out a soft chuckle before speaking. "Unfortunately, I'll have to insist. I have a belief that Quel'Thalas is duty bound to protect and shepherd those who cannot do so themselves. This initiative offers us the perfect opportunity to exercise that duty, and I'd be remiss to not take advantage of it."
Once Belo'vir finished speaking, Hadix suddenly realized what quality about the elf bothered him so much. It was hidden very thoroughly, but he could sense a deep conviction in the old elf's words that reminded him of the zealotry Hadix often encountered in Void cultists. It was quite telling that the Grand Magister had used the word 'shepherd' rather than lead when speaking of his people's role.
When the Grand Magister spoke, it was with a surety of purpose and a desire for control that Hadix found troubling. He had a feeling that Azjol-Nerub and Quel'Thalas would be conflicting much more in the near future.
Hadix turned his attention to his apprentice and saw that he seemed quite uncomfortable. It was unlikely that Krivax could discern the Grand Magister's true nature, but the brat generally had good instincts. Hadix suspected that Krivax would start complaining that the elf was 'creepy' as soon as they were able to speak privately.
Krivax made an admirable attempt at convincing the Grand Magister away from interfering with the Alliance Defense Force, but it was a hopeless endeavor. Belo'vir eventually bluntly stated that Quel'Thalas would use its influence to ensure that the initiative would not move forward unless they were allowed to contribute and were granted certain privileges.
Faced with such an ultimatum, Krivax had no other choice but to capitulate, though not before receiving a concession that Quel'Thalas would assist in having the proposal ratified by the Alliance as quickly as possible.
Hadix knew that Krivax wanted the organization formed in time to confront the Lich King.
"Splendid," said Grand Magister Belo'vir, his eyes glinting with a hint of triumph as he leaned forward. "With our two nations in agreement, I'm certain the Alliance Defense Force will be officially formed within the next few weeks. I must say, Ambassador Krivax, I'm truly glad that we were able to meet today. I've been keeping quite a keen eye on you recently, so this has been a pleasant opportunity."
"Really?" said Krivax, distinctly unnerved by the elf. "That is… flattering, Grand Magister. May I inquire as to the reason?"
"From what I understand, you've risen rapidly in your nation's hierarchy while also being largely responsible for its current diplomatic successes," said Grand Magister Belo'vir, his gaze assessing as he stared at Krivax. "You've received the favor and blessing of one of the most powerful entities on Azeroth, and continue to expand Azjol-Nerub's influence across the world. I have found your actions to be quite inspiring. If only you had been born in Quel'Thalas…"
The Grand Magister trailed off with clear regret.
Krivax shifted in discomfort before responding. "Thank you, Grand Magister. I am honored by your words and look forward to our future cooperation. If there is nothing else, then I believe we have discussed all necessary matters for the day."
"Ah, there is just one more thing," said Grand Magister Belo'vir, standing from his seat. "I intend to send my student, Magister Rommath, to represent Quel'Thalas in the Alliance Defense Force. I believe it would be best if he spent some time away from his regular duties, and I believe this is the best opportunity to do so."
Hadix remembered that name. Rommath was the mage sent by Quel'Thalas to assist in recovering the Dragon Soul from Cho'gall. From what he could recall, Rommath seemed to be very close to Prince Kael'thas and a powerful archmage in his own right. If nothing else he was far from an unworthy candidate.
Most importantly, he would be a perfect source of information to understand the current political situation in Quel'Thalas.
Hadix dearly hoped that whatever folly had overcome the elves was manageable. After all, it would be truly troublesome if the struggle for influence between Azjol-Nerub and Quel'Thalas continued to escalate.
Author's Note:
Sorry that this chapter took such a long time to get out.
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"Come on, what's wrong with trying new things every once in a while?" Krivax asked encouragingly as he poured the wine into a glass and handed it to his mentor. "I don't see what the problem is. If I had lived for as long as you have, I would savor every new experience that came my way."
It had been a while since he'd actually met with Hadix, and Krivax was surprised to find how much he'd missed the grouchy old nerubian. There weren't many people who could look so disgruntled while being offered wine made by one of the most prestigious wineries in the Eastern Kingdoms.
Prior to making contact with the surface races, the only nerubians who had experienced the effects of alcohol were the Azjol-Nerub's alchemists. After all, nerubians generally weren't interested in mind-altering substances unless they could somehow be used to increase efficiency.
However, that sort of cultural attitude really didn't sit well with the major breweries and wineries throughout the Eastern Kingdoms, many of which were surprisingly influential. Azjol-Nerub had the potential to be a truly massive market that they could exploit if they managed to create a drink palatable to the average nerubian.
As a result, Krivax often found himself being sent free samples of various alcoholic drinks by merchants across the Eastern Kingdoms. Krivax enjoyed trying them in his free time, despite the drinks needing specific alchemical ingredients if he wanted to get drunk. Unfortunately, most of them were… less than stellar.
The Frost Lotus Infused Wine, sent by the Fallrook Estate from the Hillsbrad Foothills, used ingredients imported from Northrend and was by far the best he'd ever tried.
His current objective was to find a wine that Hadix would like so he could get to see the normally severe Vizier drunk. Given how many serious matters he had to deal with on a day to day basis, Krivax had every intention of finding some fun where he could.
"Taking you on as an apprentice has given me all of the 'new experiences' I need for three centuries," Hadix grumbled irritably as he twisted the wine glass to study it from every angle before finally taking a tentative sip.
"Well? How is it?" Krivax asked eagerly, putting aside the documents he was reading and turning his full attention to the Vizier.
One of the best parts about having enchanted parchment and quills that could fly and hide information from anyone not authorized to read them was the ability to get work done wherever he wanted. Whether he was lounging in his chamber, walking through the caverns of Azjol-Nerub, or visiting his injured mentor, Krivax could easily find an open space and start filling out documents.
Given that he didn't need to sleep and that the work coming his way seemed limitless at times, no matter how much he tried to delegate, that ability was priceless.
Although, looking back on it now, perhaps there was something else wrong if he needed to work all of the time.
Hadix swirled the wine in his glass, pausing for a moment as he seemed to ponder over the best words to describe the experience.
"It's… unexpectedly pleasant," Hadix admitted, a touch of surprise and nostalgia in his voice. "The flavor is more subtle than those previous concoctions you had me try. It tastes like it was distilled with Luminous Dew, a plant which used to be harvested from the fungi farms deep within Azjol-Nerub when I was younger. I haven't had anything like it in quite some time."
Krivax could see just how much Hadix enjoyed the drink and suddenly felt a bit guilty that he just wanted to see what the Vizier was like when he was drunk.
Not guilty enough to stop, however.
"I'm glad to hear that," Krivax said enthusiastically as he placed a bottle of wine on a floating tray near his resting place. "Feel free to enjoy as much of it as you want. After all, I doubt you'll have another chance like this to relax in the near future."
He was confident that was the case, as Hadix was the only person he knew who was more of a workaholic than himself. Hadix grumbled under his breath, but didn't refute Krivax's words as he quietly poured himself another glass.
Seeing this, Krivax turned his attention back to the documents floating about him, diligently continuing his work. Many of them were responses and requests to various Alliance officials in regard to his 'Alliance Defense Force' proposal, so they were actually quite important.
Krivax had wanted to call his organization the 'Adventurers' Guild' at first, but most kingdoms seemed to have legal restrictions about what could and couldn't be called a Guild, any of which contradicted each other. His proposed organization didn't qualify with many of them, so it was simply less of a pain to choose a different name.
He also read through a report he'd requested from his subordinates about the draenei and tauren's integration into the rest of Azeroth. The former was progressing fairly well, with trade between Azjol-Nerub and the draenei increasing every day. Not only that, but connections between the draenei and the Church of the Holy Light were flourishing.
Given that the draenei had a naaru with them, which was basically the Azerothian version of a literal angel, that was no surprise.
However, the tauren were simply less technologically advanced compared to other societies and thus had much less to offer. Still, it was nice to read that they were no longer under active threat by the centaurs. The combination of the Primal encroaching on centaur land and a steady supply of weapons to tauren by Azjol-Nerub was enough to deter them.
"Are you really so free of time that you can afford to waste it so frivolously?" Vizier Hadix asked gruffly from the meticulously woven web he was currently lounging in. "There's truly no need for you to be here, brat."
"I don't see anything wrong with spending a little bit of time with my favorite Vizier, especially when he's injured," Krivax said teasingly as he finished penning a letter to Anduin Lothar, current regent lord of Stormwind. "Besides, I'm perfectly capable of doing what work I need to do here and keeping you company at the same time."
Krivax was more than a little glad that Hadix had been told to avoid using magic as much as possible while recovering from his injuries. Otherwise, Krivax was sure that he would have had something telekinetically thrown at his head.
Hadix was of course more than willing to express his displeasure in other ways, but he hadn't actually forbidden Krivax from visiting, for all his grouching.
"I hardly see the point. This is certainly not the first time that I've been injured," said Hadix, huffing and tapping another sip of his wine.
Malygos had discreetly informed the Alliance that he'd secured a path into Pandaria. As a result, everyone 'in the know' was doing what they could to prepare themselves to fight undead in the near future.
Currently, he and Hadix were in the Dalaran's nerubian enclave. Krivax felt like Hadix would be better served returning to Azjol-Nerub for medical treatment, but the old Vizier insisted on remaining in the Eastern Kingdoms. Apparently, this was a sensitive period of time in his efforts to root out the Void cults, and he wanted to be available in case any of his colleagues or subordinates required his expertise.
From everything that Krivax had seen, he was starting to get the feeling that Dalaran had just grown on Hadix. The Vizier who he'd first met in Kilah'kuk would have never passed up the opportunity to avoid interacting with the surface races, but things had obviously changed after he started working with the Kirin Tor.
Honestly, it was a surprise sometimes for him to go out into the streets of Dalaran and see just how nonchalant the locals had become about the giant spiders walking their streets. Seeing the results of his efforts might have even brought a tear to Krivax's eyes… if he had any tear ducts.
"Well, even if you don't appreciate my wonderful company, it's very helpful for me to have free access to your expertise," Krivax said placatingly, though his words were completely the truth. "After all, those of us who haven't lived for centuries sometimes need help in order to accomplish their goals."
"Hmph. It's gratifying to see that I've taught you well enough to at least know that," Hadix drawled, voice still surprisingly composed despite drinking several glasses of wine. "Then tell me, how is that little project of yours progressing?"
Hadix was surprisingly approving of his plan to create a paramilitary force under the Alliance to address specific threats. Although, perhaps it shouldn't be that surprising given that the Vizier had spent centuries combating mind bending monsters for a secret organization. Hadix was very much a believer in proactively destroying threats with extreme impunity before they could become a problem.
"It's… a bit of a mixed bag to be honest," Krivax said hesitantly as he gave a brief sigh and read through a report on the growing piracy situation. "Responses are positive for the most part, which was to be expected given that Azjol-Nerub will be the ones funding the program. The nations of the Eastern Kingdoms have no reason to oppose it when it costs them nothing. The kaldorei have shut down any proposals to join the Alliance, and are extremely reluctant to accept even associate status, which was also to be expected. I'm working on it."
Now was probably the best time for Krivax to convince the kaldorei that they should work with the rest of Azeroth. While the Primals were proving to be an unfortunate distraction and drain on resources, they also gave Krivax a bit of leverage when speaking with the night elves.
After all, the Primals were primarily a problem for Kalimdor. If Azjol-Nerub were to withdraw military support from the efforts to contain the creatures, then the kaldorei would not be in a good place to handle it.
Of course, the Aspects wouldn't approve of this and the Primals would likely be able to spread if they overcame the night elves, but that didn't mean it wasn't still an effective threat. Although, it was a bit difficult wording a threat that was explicit enough to be understood and also subtle enough not to overly anger the kaldorei.
Elvish pride was a delicate thing, often pushing them into doing things that were counterproductive if they felt slighted.
However, Krivax had decided that it would be best to push the night elves after the Alliance had already formed the organization, as that would give him much more leverage.
"None of that was unanticipated. So long as I continue as planned, the Alliance should agree to form the Alliance Defense Force and allow a nerubian leader," Krivax continued as he shuffled through his notes, searching for a particular letter. "At least, that's what should be happening. In reality, I'm receiving a surprising amount of excuses and complaints, most of which seem to be coming from factions affiliated with Quel'Thalas."
Krivax handed over an unofficial letter he'd received from Count Dalton of the Alterac Kingdom. After King Perenolde made up an obvious excuse to delay his acceptance of the Alliance Defense Force, Krivax contacted one of his few acquaintances in the kingdom to learn more.
Apparently, the only noble family in the kingdom who'd been allowed the privilege of trading with Quel'Thalas was pushing for the king to refuse his proposal. It had been clear for a while that the high elves were beginning to actually take notice of events beyond their borders and make use of their influence, but this wasn't how he'd hoped things would develop.
"Oh? How surprising. I hadn't expected those foolish elves to actually do something competent," said Hadix, sounding impressed as he read the letter in one hand and poured himself another glass of wine with one of his others.
"Competent? All they're doing is making my life more difficult," Krivax replied, unable to keep the offense from his voice. "The Alliance Defense Force will help Quel'Thalas just as much as everyone else, so why are they trying to stop it? I thought they'd already learned after the Second War that they can't afford to ignore the threats of the outside world!"
It was honestly baffling to Krivax that the high elves were working against him when he was just trying to help everyone. The whole point of ensuring that the Horde didn't reform was so that Azeroth wouldn't have unnecessary political divisions while also dealing with existential threats, but it seemed like things weren't going to be that easy.
However, the most frustrating thing about the whole situation was that he didn't really know the motivations behind it. Quel'Thalas had always been an insular and closed off kingdom, allowing entrance to only a few merchants while their citizens rarely left their cities.
Krivax knew quite a bit about the high elves, but most of that was due to either meta-knowledge or the benefits of his position. For the average human walking the streets of Capital City, Quel'Thalas might as well be a mythical land from fairy tales. While this was slowly beginning to change, it meant that elvish internal politics were utterly opaque to anyone living outside of the city.
For all he knew, King Anastarian could have been overthrown in a coup, or Silvermoon could have secretly been taken over by a Dreadlord. Prince Kael'thas hadn't returned to Dalaran in months and wasn't answering any letters, so there was no way for him to know.
Krivax explained all of his frustrations to Hadix as the older Vizier lounged in his web with a contemplative expression. After several moments, Krivax was more than a little surprised when Hadix let out a soft chuckle.
"If I were to guess, I would assume that you've fallen victim to your own success," said Hadix, a hint of amusement coloring his voice. "If the elves have made such a dramatic departure from their normal behavior, then the most likely explanation is that they've begun to view Azjol-Nerub as a genuine threat to their influence and safety, rightly so. That being the case, it's obvious that they would oppose you."
Krivax hated to admit that Hadix's theory made sense, though it seemed woefully short sighted to him.
"But don't they understand that we have more important things to worry about than competing for political influence?" Krivax asked with exasperation, glaring at a document from Kul'Tiras that was also awfully non-committal. He hadn't even known that Quel'Thalas had any dealings with the maritime nation. "They've been informed about the Lich King, just like everyone else. I thought that people were supposed to come together during times of crisis, not waste time with petty political nonsense."
He'd seen how the Eastern Kingdoms had come together to deal with the Horde, and had expected something similar when it came to the Lich King. Much to his confusion, however, the sense of urgency among the various nations was far less than compared to the Horde.
He could understand that the Lich King was much farther away, but the Aspects had been explicitly clear about the severity of the threat. So why was Krivax still needing to deal with political infighting when they were all working toward the same goal?
"Once again, you are a victim of your own success," Hadix explained, his expression more relaxed as ever as the alcohol began to take effect. "The surface races likely expect the Lich King to be handled by either us or the Aspects, and why wouldn't they? It doesn't help that no matter how threatening the dragons claim this necromancer to be, nobody has seen the proof with their own eyes. Until the undead begin to invade their own lands, a significant portion of them will always remain unconcerned."
Unfortunately, that sounded distressingly plausible to Krivax. While the people of the Eastern Kingdoms held no great reverence for the Aspects, nobody could deny the power of the beings who put an end to the Second War in a single day.
With such powerful figures on their side, why would the nations of the Eastern Kingdoms feel pressured by such a distant threat?
"Well, that time may come sooner rather than later," Krivax grumbled as he thought back to the first reports he'd received of the situation in Pandaria. "With nobody being able to locate the giant undead turtle fortress that's swimming around somewhere, the Lich King could appear on their shores one day without warning."
Once he gained access to Pandaria, Malygos had immediately set about thoroughly scrying the continent to get a good idea of the situation. It hadn't taken the Aspect of Magic long to discover that the Scourge had established a fortified stronghold on the Isle of Thunder, the death magic radiating from that place apparently as obvious as a beacon in the dark.
Unfortunately, the Dreadlords weren't incompetent enough to just conveniently leave Shen-zin Su parked off the coast of the island like an unattended car. If the Lich King was a stationary target, then the Aspects would likely have already developed an invasion plan and moved to wipe the Scourge off the map before they could grow any stronger.
With the Lich King currently missing and doing who knows what, the Aspects were hesitant to reveal that they'd gained access to Pandaria with an assault on a heavily fortified location that wouldn't destroy the main threat. Better to lure the enemy into a false sense of security and suddenly teleport four super dragons on top of them when they least expected it.
At the very minimum, Malygos insisted that they knew the location of the Dreadlord around the Lich King before launching an assault.
"Rather than just whining, you should actually do something about it," Hadix continued, his words only slightly slurred by the wine. "I taught you better than to simply complain about your problems. This Alliance Defense Force of yours is a good idea, and you've always been bafflingly competent at stumbling your way into getting what you want, so do it again."
Krivax couldn't help but feel somewhat hearted by Hadix's gruff encouragement. There were only a handful of times over the years when the Vizier gave him a compliment.
"You think I'm competent?" Krivax asked teasingly, mood rising at his mentor's disgruntled expression. "Perhaps you should drink more often."
Hadix shot him a withering look, although Krivax could tell that the Vizier was more amused than insulted. "Don't push your luck, brat. A prestigious political position and ridiculous dragon powers won't stop me from tossing you out of this chamber."
"Fine, fine, I'll behave," said Krivax, chuckling as he raised his hands in surrender. "But you're right. If I want to deal with this issue, then I'll have to confront the root of the problem. I suppose a visit to Silvermoon City is in my near future."
"Hmph. Good idea. I'll go with you. We should probably learn what's caused those elves to start acting this way before they make a mess of things like usual," said Hadix, nodding approvingly before gesturing imperiously to a different bottle of wine that was also sent by the Fallbrook Estate. "Now hand me that bottle. Lets see if their previous success was merely a fluke or something worthy of attention. I know several Viziers who might appreciate a drink of such quality if so."
Suddenly, Krivax had an image of several stern-faced Vizier sitting around a web-laden room and pretentiously critiquing wine and couldn't help but laugh.
Vizier Hadix immediately took in his surroundings the moment that he stepped through the portal to Silvermoon City.
His proposal to join Krivax during his diplomatic visit to the elves had been borne from a combination of boredom and mental inebriation, but it was no great burden. Until his moderately concerning hypersensitivity to the Void disappeared, Hadix had little else to occupy his time with other than ensuring his fool apprentice didn't get himself killed.
He hadn't genuinely considered that to be a serious concern before leaving for Silvermoon, but the sight in front of him didn't fill him with confidence that the day would be purely peaceful.
There was a distinct air of tension surrounding the high elves waiting to greet them. It was a subtle thing, something that Hadix would have failed to notice if he had not spent months meticulously studying the body languages of the surface races. However, that tension, along with the several elves wearing crimson armor and carrying large two-sided blades, set him on edge.
Hadix glanced toward his overly-large apprentice and confirmed that Krivax had noticed the situation as well. The brat was often foolish on several matters, but his position as a diplomat had greatly improved his ability to both lie and discern the feelings of others.
Hadix discreetly caught the attention of the leader of Krivax's protection detail and tapped two fingers from his lower hands against his leg. The gesture could be mistaken for a simple nervous tick, but Hadix knew his message had been understood when the guard captain subtly shifted his stance, putting himself in a better position to draw his weapon if necessary.
Hadix briefly contemplated casting protection spells over himself, but decided against it when his gaze drifted toward the armored elves who he recognized as Spellbreakers. Intelligence reports from the Circle of Vizier's analysts had not been very clear about the extent of their abilities, but the Spellbreakers were an elite group of elvish warriors capable of distributing and contorting magical energies. It was no great stretch of logic to assume they were also skilled at detecting such magic.
The closest equivalent Hadix was familiar with was Azjol-Nerub's own Obsidian Destroyers, making them very formidable foes. The Circle of Viziers advised tearing the Spellbreakers to pieces with swarms of skitterers, but Hadix currently didn't have such a swarm at hand.
Unfortunate.
"Hello. Thank you for agreeing to allow us into your beautiful city," said Krivax, his voice forcefully cheerful as he spoke in impressively fluent thalassian. "I am Ambassador Krivax of Azjol-Nerub. I believe I'm here to speak with King Anastarian?"
In front of the Spellbreakers was an elvish woman with sharp, dark eyes and dressed in a flowing silver gown made from one of the most expensive varieties of silks exported by Azjol-Nerub. It was heavily enchanted, and wouldn't be out of place on both a battlefield or at a royal ball.
Although Hadix had educated himself on the body language of the surface races, he was unable to discern anything aside from polite professionalism from the woman's expression.
"Greetings, Vizier Krivax. I am Delania Evermind, the Magistrix assigned to welcome you to our city," said the woman, offering a graceful bow. "I'm afraid there must be some confusion. You are scheduled to meet with Grand Magister Belo'vir, leader of the Convocation of Silvermoon."
Concerning…
"I see. I apologize for my ignorance, but has something happened to King Anastarian?" Krivax asked politely. "It is sometimes difficult to hear news of events in Quel'Thalas from beyond its borders."
Magistrix Evermind smiled, her expression revealing little. "Matters such as these are best handled by the Convocation. King Anastarian need not be bothered. I assure you, Grand Magister Belo'vir is completely authorized to speak for our people."
Hadix instantly understood from the content of the elf's words that the Convocation of Silvermoon had recently increased its influence over elvish society.
Quel'Thalas was a nation with a rather strange type of government. Unlike other more sensible nations which empowered a single ruler to make decisions on behalf of their nation, the elves just had to be different. They employed a system which distributed power between the royal Sunstrider dynasty and the Convocation of Silvermoon, a council of the seven most powerful lords in Quel'Thalas.
From what Azjol-Nerub was able to discern, the Sunstrider Dynasty had been losing power to the Convocation for millennia, a process accelerated by Prince Sunstrider choosing to live in Dalaran rather than among his own people. Apparently, the Convocation had now gathered enough power that they were now the ones making foreign policy decisions in elvish society.
Hadix found this development to be somewhat concerning. If the elves were now being led by an individual who was both competent and resentful of nerubian influence in the Eastern Kingdom, as circumstantial evidence suggested, then it could be a problem.
Krivax had always been far more concerned about grand existential threats like the Burning Legion and their schemes than mundane politics. Hadix had to admit that he felt similarly, the vast majority of his life dedicated to combating the malign influences of the Old Gods. However, he had been burned enough by political realities to understand that they couldn't be ignored.
"Very well, Magistrix Evermind," Krivax responded, maintaining his composure. "We look forward to meeting with Grand Magister Belo'vir. I haven't spoken to him since our meeting in Capital City in the immediate aftermath of the Second War, so I look forward to it."
Magistrix Evermind nodded and gestured to the guards, who immediately fell into a protective formation around them.
"Excellent. If you would please follow me," said Magistrix Evermind, leading them through the empty hallways of the portal facility and onto the streets of Silvermoon City.
Hadix ignored the diplomatic fawning coming from his apprentice and focused intently on his surroundings. The very first thing that Hadix noticed was that the building they had just left must have been heavily warded, otherwise he would have immediately sensed the vast font of arcane magic in the far north.
Silvermoon City was famous for not only being the capital of Quel'Thalas, but also because it drew directly from the most powerful source of arcane magic in the Eastern Kingdoms, the Sunwell. Sensing it now, Hadix could already determine that the Circle of Viziers had vastly underestimated the potency of the Sunwell, as it was many times stronger than the leyline nexuses under Dalaran or En'kilah.
It was easy for Hadix to see now how the elves had remained so prosperous despite the poor decisions of their leaders.
The second thing that Hadix noticed was how thoroughly intertwined Silvermoon City was with magic.
He could see several large golems patrolling the streets, their limbs and torso floating independently of each other with arcane crystals powering their movements. Light fixtures gently illuminated the streets while levitating in the air, seemingly for no reason other than aesthetics. Nearly every building was predominantly blue and gold in color and made from some manner of magic infused material, allowing for powerful wards.
The very air itself seemed to pulse with magic, leading Hadix to believe that his casting spells would be several times easier in Silvermoon City than elsewhere.
As Magistrix Evermind led them toward Silvermoon's administrative district, Hadix noticed that none of the elvish civilians seemed to be suffering from hunger or sickness. Even when the other surface races attempted to hide the destitute portions of their societies, there was always something that escaped the web.
Be it the gaunt face of a beggar, the persistent cough of a diseased peasant, or the distant cry of a hungry hatchling, Hadix had never seen a nation that could match Azjol-Nerub in prosperity.
Silvermoon seemed different.
Not only that, but he could sense that every single civilian could potentially learn magic.
This only heightened Hadix's unease as he began to worry that Quel'Thalas may actually have the ability to become a true competitor to Azjol-Nerub. What they lacked in sheer numbers and resources could potentially be compensated for by the Sunwell and a powerful populace.
Notably, however, the thread of tension that Hadix could see in the Spellbreakers was non-existent among the elvish civilians. If Quel'thalas was indeed suffering from internal instability, then its people seemed ignorant of it.
Eventually, the Magistrix led them to a grand building larger than a nerubian ziggurat and surrounded by seven towers reaching high into the sky. The structure had clearly been constructed with the intention of displaying power and influence, as it seemed to loom over the surrounding buildings and was rather grandiose in design.
However, Hadix paid little attention to this and instead noted its many defenses, as that was what was truly important.
Its large, ornate doors were guarded by two golems and several elite Spellbreakers who were stationed at its entrance. Although he couldn't see them, Hadix could sense several elvish archers camouflaged in strategic positions on the towers. He could even sense someone flying through the air under the cover of an invisibility enchantment, most likely a dragonhawk rider.
Hadix couldn't help but approve. If this was the center of decision making in Quel'Thalas, then it was wise of the elves to protect it as much as possible.
The Magistrix led them into the structure, past the Spellbreakers who watched them with stoic expressions. The interior was just as grand as its exterior, with wide and resplendent halls, tapestries, and various other elvish fopperies that Hadix didn't care about.
What was far more interesting was the angry elvish woman who began storming toward them the moment they entered. The woman was one of the few of her kind who showed any signs of aging, and it was clear from her manner of dress that she was of high station.
Hadix was almost disappointed when Magistrix Evermind merely gestured to the furious elf and a Spellbreaker broke away from the delegation to calmly, but forcefully lead her away.
"Is… everything alright?" asked Krivax, confusion evident in his voice as he watched the strange scene. "Have we done something to offend your people, Magistrix?"
A hint of annoyance flashed through Evermind's expression before disappearing. "Not at all, Ambassador. There have simply been some political disagreements within the Convocation which Lady Elionara is very passionate about. It is nothing that you need to be concerned about."
Hadix didn't believe a word of that and made a mental note to investigate the grievances of Lady Elionara at a later time. He could tell that Krivax also shared his suspicions, but there was little they could do.
"Understood," Krivax replied diplomatically, keeping any doubt out of his voice.
Magistrix Evermind nodded and led them further into the building. The hallway gave way to a grand chamber with an arched ceiling adorned with elvish motifs and a large, circular table in the center surrounded by seven overly intricate chairs, six of which were empty.
Sitting at the head of the table was an elven man clad in robes of deep purple who could only be Grand Magister Belo'vir.
His presence commanded immediate attention, the air around him charged with a subtle aura of magic that even most Viziers would find imposing. Much like Lady Elionara, the Grand Magister was one of the few elves that showed signs of age with bits of gray in his brown hair and slightly weathered skin, though his eyes held an intelligence that made clear he was not to be underestimated.
Hadix was not a person who easily impressed, but there was an… imperceptible quality about the elf in front of him that put him on edge. If the six empty seats of the absent elvish lords weren't already clue enough, Hadix would have quickly realized that Grand Magister Belo'vir was a very dangerous individual.
"Welcome, Ambassador Krivax of Azjol-Nerub, to Silvermoon City," the Grand Magister greeted, rising from his seat to offer a courteous but distant bow. "I was quite glad to receive your request to visit our city. A meeting like this between our nations was quite overdue."
There had been communications between Azjol-Nerub and Quel'Thalas for quite some time, of course, but this was the highest-ranking diplomatic encounter they'd had so far after the Second War, and the first on their own soil.
"Indeed, Grand Magister Belo'vir," Krivax responded, returning the bow with practiced ease. "It is a pleasure to see you again. We haven't had the chance to speak since our last encounter in Capital City."
"Quite. If my recollection is correct, you were quite different at the time," said the Grand Magister, gesturing toward the piles of enchanted cushions near the desk. "Much like the kingdom you serve, you've elevated yourself at a speed that has left many surprised, Ambassador. Forgive me for the inconvenience, but we could not find a seat appropriate for someone of your stature."
The next few minutes were dull as Hadix quietly listened to his apprentice and the Grand Magister exchange the obligatory pleasantries. There was a moment when Belo'vir attempted to pull Hadix into conversation, offering him compliments about the duel he had in Dalaran against that pitiful elf, but he politely deflected.
Hadix's role here was simply as an observer; one who could notice the smaller details that Krivax might not. His apprentice had earned his position as Azjol-Nerub's head ambassador, and Hadix would not infringe on it unnecessarily.
Fortunately, Belo'vir seemed like a person who also disliked tedious formalities and they soon moved on to the topic at hand.
"The Alliance Defense Force seems like quite an interesting proposal, Ambassador," said Grand Magister Belo'vir with what sounded like genuine approval. "A paramilitary organization made up of powerful individuals and augmented by the diverse resources of the various member nations of the Alliance. One with the mandate to identify and confront threats to the safety of our peoples. An organization like that would certainly be of great use."
"Thank you, Grand Magister. I think so as well," said Krivax after a moment of hesitation. "Then… can Azjol-Nerub expect your nation's support once we present this proposal to the Alliance?"
Hadix didn't blame Krivax for his confusion. It was a sentiment that they shared.
Grand Magister Belo'vir smiled thinly as he responded. "You can. In fact, Quel'Thalas approves of this initiative so much that we intend to assist Azjol-Nerub in its funding and management. I already have several Magisters eager to offer their services."
Ah. Now I see.
The elves didn't want to block Krivax's proposal. They wished to take it over and make it their own.
So long as Azjol-Nerub was the only nation funding the Alliance Defense Force, it was only natural that they would be able to have overwhelming control over it. Now that Quel'thalas had shown an intent to expand their influence beyond their borders, they would naturally seek to control such a potentially powerful organization.
Quel'Thalas lacked the influence to do so now, but Hadix had no doubt that the Grand Magister would eventually propose that an elf should lead the Alliance Defense Force. If that was to become the case, then Azjol-Nerub would be forced to hand over the fruits of its resources and labor to a rival nation.
"Your willingness to assist us is very generous, Grand Magister, but it is unnecessary," said Krivax, obviously choosing his words carefully. "Azjol-Nerub had already allocated sufficient resources to this project. While we appreciate your offer, we would not wish to impose an unnecessary burden on your people."
The Grand Magister paused for several moments as he assessed Krivax. After a while, he let out a soft chuckle before speaking. "Unfortunately, I'll have to insist. I have a belief that Quel'Thalas is duty bound to protect and shepherd those who cannot do so themselves. This initiative offers us the perfect opportunity to exercise that duty, and I'd be remiss to not take advantage of it."
Once Belo'vir finished speaking, Hadix suddenly realized what quality about the elf bothered him so much. It was hidden very thoroughly, but he could sense a deep conviction in the old elf's words that reminded him of the zealotry Hadix often encountered in Void cultists. It was quite telling that the Grand Magister had used the word 'shepherd' rather than lead when speaking of his people's role.
When the Grand Magister spoke, it was with a surety of purpose and a desire for control that Hadix found troubling. He had a feeling that Azjol-Nerub and Quel'Thalas would be conflicting much more in the near future.
Hadix turned his attention to his apprentice and saw that he seemed quite uncomfortable. It was unlikely that Krivax could discern the Grand Magister's true nature, but the brat generally had good instincts. Hadix suspected that Krivax would start complaining that the elf was 'creepy' as soon as they were able to speak privately.
Krivax made an admirable attempt at convincing the Grand Magister away from interfering with the Alliance Defense Force, but it was a hopeless endeavor. Belo'vir eventually bluntly stated that Quel'Thalas would use its influence to ensure that the initiative would not move forward unless they were allowed to contribute and were granted certain privileges.
Faced with such an ultimatum, Krivax had no other choice but to capitulate, though not before receiving a concession that Quel'Thalas would assist in having the proposal ratified by the Alliance as quickly as possible.
Hadix knew that Krivax wanted the organization formed in time to confront the Lich King.
"Splendid," said Grand Magister Belo'vir, his eyes glinting with a hint of triumph as he leaned forward. "With our two nations in agreement, I'm certain the Alliance Defense Force will be officially formed within the next few weeks. I must say, Ambassador Krivax, I'm truly glad that we were able to meet today. I've been keeping quite a keen eye on you recently, so this has been a pleasant opportunity."
"Really?" said Krivax, distinctly unnerved by the elf. "That is… flattering, Grand Magister. May I inquire as to the reason?"
"From what I understand, you've risen rapidly in your nation's hierarchy while also being largely responsible for its current diplomatic successes," said Grand Magister Belo'vir, his gaze assessing as he stared at Krivax. "You've received the favor and blessing of one of the most powerful entities on Azeroth, and continue to expand Azjol-Nerub's influence across the world. I have found your actions to be quite inspiring. If only you had been born in Quel'Thalas…"
The Grand Magister trailed off with clear regret.
Krivax shifted in discomfort before responding. "Thank you, Grand Magister. I am honored by your words and look forward to our future cooperation. If there is nothing else, then I believe we have discussed all necessary matters for the day."
"Ah, there is just one more thing," said Grand Magister Belo'vir, standing from his seat. "I intend to send my student, Magister Rommath, to represent Quel'Thalas in the Alliance Defense Force. I believe it would be best if he spent some time away from his regular duties, and I believe this is the best opportunity to do so."
Hadix remembered that name. Rommath was the mage sent by Quel'Thalas to assist in recovering the Dragon Soul from Cho'gall. From what he could recall, Rommath seemed to be very close to Prince Kael'thas and a powerful archmage in his own right. If nothing else he was far from an unworthy candidate.
Most importantly, he would be a perfect source of information to understand the current political situation in Quel'Thalas.
Hadix dearly hoped that whatever folly had overcome the elves was manageable. After all, it would be truly troublesome if the struggle for influence between Azjol-Nerub and Quel'Thalas continued to escalate.
Author's Note:
Sorry that this chapter took such a long time to get out.
A lot of my attention and inspiration has been dedicated to my other story as of late, Cultist of Cerebon. While nerubian holds a special place in my heart, I feel like I've developed a passion for creating an original world that is entirely my own. Not only does it give me more freedom, but original stories also offer the potential to be published, which is sort of my dream as an author. Plus, Warcraft lore has a lot of moving parts that are difficult to plot around.
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I can see two possible approaches here. One would be to invest less resources, so that the elves aren't simply taking over all their hard work. The other would be to ensure that Azjol-Nerub's investments are very visible to other nations, so that any attempt to install an elf as the leader would be seen through and shouted down.
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Ah the elves... regardless of which specific subrace they belong to, they ALWAYS cause headaches. In this particular instance, it would appear that a lot of old warhawks have decided to start sharpening their beaks. I suppose it shouldn't be a surprise. As has been noted before, without the various factions getting their teeth kicked in their pride will see them doing many... unwise actions.
Though on a better note, I quite enjoyed both Krivax and Hadix's inner musings about each other. It just goes to show how much they care about one another. And I'm going to giggle if in the next chapter Krivax immediately calls the old elf creepy once they are alone in a secure location.
Though on a better note, I quite enjoyed both Krivax and Hadix's inner musings about each other. It just goes to show how much they care about one another. And I'm going to giggle if in the next chapter Krivax immediately calls the old elf creepy once they are alone in a secure location.
Chapter 79
Masruk was in a pleasant mood as he made his way through the streets of Dalaran toward the Alliance Defense Force's headquarters near the Violet Citadel.
A few months had passed since Masruk joined the newly-formed organization, and he was very pleased with how things had developed. Combat focused members of the Alliance Defense Force were all requisitioned with the best possible equipment that the organization could acquire, which turned out to be quite impressive. Krivax had gone out of his way to ensure all members of the Alliance contributed to their logistics, and it showed.
Masruk still felt as happy as a hatchling who'd weaved his first web whenever he recalled receiving his new equipment. Superior dwarfish metal crafting combined with the unified efforts of enchanters from Azjol-Nerub, Dalaran, and Quel'Thalas, resulted in armaments beyond what any of them could create on their own.
His new obsidian-black armor was crafted from a titanium-mithril alloy and seamlessly melded with his crimson exoskeleton, its interlocking plates each glowing faintly with magic. The silk harness attached to the armor made it convenient to access his equipment even when using his new wings. His helmet, designed with multi-faceted eye and antennae openings, completed his armor well and created an awe-inspiring appearance that drew the attention of anyone who saw him.
His armor's enchantments, many of which would have conflicted with each other before the Alliance's collaborative efforts, had many useful functions. Defensive enchantments along the breastplate, vision improving magic in the helmet, and best of all, complex weight negation enchantments along his wing-guard that made him light enough to properly fly.
Such maneuverability offered Masruk many new options in a fight. He now loved to soar across the red skies in the early sunrise and breathe in the fresh sea breeze off the coast of Northrend whenever he returned to Azjol-Nerub.
His spear, previously the same as the standard equipment given to the Dreadstalkers, had been similarly improved. Imbued with dwarvish enchantments that would allow the spear to return to him after being thrown and sharp enough to pierce through most armor, Masruk was now more deadly than he had ever been.
If he'd had this equipment when he and Krivax had fought that troublesome demon, they could have defeated it much more quickly.
Masruk hadn't originally seen the purpose of the Alliance Defense Force when Krivax had explained his idea, though he'd kept that to himself. Krivax had always possessed an unique vision and perspective that allowed him to see how things could be, rather than how they were, so he'd trusted his friend's judgment.
Now that Krivax's vision was beginning to become reality, Masruk better understood the wisdom behind a collaborative defense initiative.
Masruk was pulled from his thoughts as he approached his destination. The Alliance had chosen Dalaran as the place to build its headquarters due to its relative historical neutrality when it came to matters of politics. Grand Magus Antonidas had personally created the spatial enchantments on the structure, which meant the Alliance Defense Force had more than enough space to conduct its operations.
The structure itself was nothing special, simply being one of the larger buildings in the city's administrative district, but the many personnel walking in and out were diverse even by Dalaran's standards. Every race in the Eastern Kingdoms, along with nerubians and even the occasional tauren or draenei, could be seen going about their diplomatic duties. The only reason Masruk drew any attention as he passed beneath the Alliance banner hanging above the entrance was due to his large wings and imposing armor.
Masruk quickly walked past the many diplomats and emissaries stationed in the main hall, heading directly toward the more militarized western wing of the building. He then ended up spending several minutes being closely examined by the Dreadstalker and Spellbreaker guards stationed by the entrance.
Although Krivax may have grown accustomed to going wherever he pleased as he interacted with the most powerful people in Azeroth, Masruk had no such luxury despite their friendship.
This didn't bother him at all, as Masruk honestly preferred to go unnoticed by the people in Krivax's orbit.
It made his life much easier.
Soon enough, Masruk was given the all clear and allowed entrance to the western wing. The atmosphere immediately changed as he stepped inside. Krivax had not wasted any time in getting things organized and began sending people out on missions as soon as possible. Apparently, he wanted the organization to gain some experience before they were deployed against a powerful necromancer on some foreign continent.
Masruk had worried at first that there would not be enough missions available and that he would be deprived of a proper fight, but that proved an unnecessary concern. There seemed to be a truly absurd number of threats plaguing Azeroth, so there was more than enough work to keep even the most battle-hungry warriors satisfied.
As Masruk walked through the halls toward the training area, he passed by several unique individuals, many of whom he would not have encountered anywhere else.
He paused briefly in the hallway as he watched the mutated Draenei known as Broken, Akama, practicing in the courtyard.
Masruk had never fought Akama himself, but he'd seen the Broken spar against the Paladin Tirion Fordring in the training area and knew that he was highly skilled. Masruk wasn't sure how Krivax did it, but he just seemed to know many obscure individuals of exceptional skill and had a knack for recruiting them.
However, the A.D.F wasn't filled with only a few highly skilled combatants, but also had many other personnel available to offer support. After all, even the most elite of soldiers would become several times more effective with the assistance of specialists.
As if reading his thoughts, his attention was drawn to one such individual calling for his attention. "Masruk! Over here!"
Masruk turned to see a burly human man in robes embroidered with nautical sigils. The staff he held was adorned with shells and glowing with a soft, water light. Wavespeaker Samuel was among the few Tidesages remaining after Kul'Tiras finished purging the organization of void cultists after their betrayal during the Second War.
"Greetings Tidesage, how can I help you?" Masruk asked as he approached Samuel and a young half-elf man from the logistics department.
The Tidesage chuckled warmly before responding. "Oh, relax. You spiderfolk are always too proper. No need for formality among friends and comrades, no? I see you have fully recovered from the blow from the falling mast."
The Tidesage had been very helpful during Masruk's first mission for the A.D.F, which involved investigating the growing pirate threat plaguing the Eastern Kingdoms. They had together caught up to the pirate ship and boarded it. In spite of the pirate captain's attempt to crush him under one of the masts, he had shrugged off the cracked carapace and cornered him with his spear, while Samuel had swamped the deck clear of other pirate crew with a massive wave.
Working with the different Alliance members in his missions had helped him to appreciate the strange friendliness among the surface races.
"Very well, Samuel," said Masruk, attempting to sound less formal. "Is there something that you need? I wish to meet with my assigned team before the next mission briefing later this evening."
"Certainly, that's the very reason why I called for you," said Samuel, smiling affably as he leaned against his staff. "Mere moments ago Elmir and I were discussing this upcoming mission and what it might entail when I saw you. Given that not every soul here shares kinship with the one at the helm, it seemed prudent to ask you."
"You're friends with Vizier Krivax?" asked the half-elf named Elmir, his eyes widening with interest. "That's amazing. I was only able to speak with him for a few minutes when I was first recruited. He was… very intimidating."
Masruk was not surprised by the half-elf's interest. Krivax might not fully understand what kind of a figure he'd become, but Masruk was accustomed to people showing an interest in their friendship.
After all, who wouldn't be curious about a person who regularly spoke with rulers? It didn't help that Krivax casually radiated power ever since he had been empowered by Alexstrasza.
"Krivax is kind, but very busy," Masruk said to Elmir before turning his attention back to Samuel. "I do not know what the mission will entail exactly, but I suspect that it will involve the necromancer known as the Lich King."
It was a lie that Masruk didn't know the contents of his mission, but there was no harm in mentioning the Lich King. Preparations to face the undead had been growing significantly over the past few weeks, with the Church of the Holy Light infusing large numbers of armaments with the Light.
While it wasn't public knowledge, Masruk even knew that Krivax had been in close contact with Archmage Kel'Thuzad about an anti-undead weapon that the mage had successfully developed with the assistance of Queen Khitix.
"Aye, I suppose that makes sense," said Samuel, a bitter look crossing his expression. "It seems like every day now that we're facing a new threat, more deadly than the last. I remember when the worst things I had to worry about were pirates and Gilnean saber-rattling. Now half my Order revealed themselves as mind-eating monsters, and armies of the undead are terrorizing distant lands. I miss when times were simpler."
That was a sentiment that Masruk had come across many times, not only from the surface races but also from his fellow nerubians.
Personally, Masruk didn't enjoy imagining what his life would have been like without Krivax in it and all the changes that resulted. He would have never met the people of Kamagua or seen the forests of Kalimdor. He would have never battled the Horde or sparred with some of the most skilled warriors in the Eastern Kingdoms, such as Paladin Uther.
Instead, Masruk would have almost certainly lived in the depths of Kilah'kuk as a warrior and eventually died there without seeing a single star. That was why Masruk found it hard to share their sentiment.
Still, it was easy to understand their perspective.
"I miss those times too. I thank the Light every day that I wasn't in Capital City when that giant abomination destroyed my home," said Elmir, nodding solemnly in agreement before seeming to perk himself up. "But It is nice that there are so many new kinds of people to see now. I actually saw a giant bird person entering the Violet Hold yesterday! Apparently, they were brought to our world from Draenor by the dragons."
Samuel and Elmir continued to gossip as they continued discussing new rivals and the other events unfolding across Azeroth. Masruk decided to stay and listen for a while despite already knowing far more than either of them about the state of the world thanks to Krivax.
He felt that it was important to understand what the common people without insider information were thinking and feeling. Masruk had noticed that Krivax sometimes overlooked that perspective, absorbed with his diplomatic duties and focusing on a goal only he could see.
There weren't many ways that Masruk could assist his friend, but the occasional reminder of how those around him felt was useful. Samuel and Elmir mentioned several interesting anecdotes, such as the growing number of elvish merchants selling exciting new goods.
Krivax had been focusing recently on managing diplomatic relations with Quel'Thalas, often bemoaning their growing influence and the state of their internal politics. As far as Masruk understood, the elvish equivalent of the High King had been steadily losing power over the past few years before the situation culminated several months ago.
He could tell that Krivax was very concerned about this, even going so far as to wonder if Deathwing's children or the Dreadlords were involved in the matter. Masruk got the impression that this wasn't the only thing bothering Krivax, as he seemed to be paying closer attention to Azjol-Nerub's internal politics as well.
There was little Masruk could do about it, but he still memorized everything Samuel and Elmir said for later. He could always ask Krivax questions about anything that he did not fully understand.
Aside from that, they also mentioned several recent technological innovations.
These mostly focused on mundane inventions such as a new refrigeration device created by the elvish enchantments, heated blankets made using fire imbued silks, and gnomish silk wired street lamps that were easy to produce in bulk.
Eventually, Masruk couldn't afford to stay any longer and said goodbye to the pair before continuing on his way. Several more personnel attempted to catch his attention as he passed through the corridors, either to exchange pleasantries or inquire about the upcoming mission. Masruk was polite but brief, uninterested in wasting any more time.
When he finally reached the main courtyard, a sprawling space filled with various sparring rings, target ranges, and golems built specifically to withstand powerful attacks, he quickly began searching for the ones he would be joining on his next mission. It didn't take long to do so, as Vizier Hadix and Paladin Fordring were facing each other in a large, circular sparring ring that was encased by an arcane barrier.
Masruk was not surprised to see that Vizier Hadix was testing the skills of the human who would be fighting by their side. He'd always known the older nerubian to be strict in ensuring the competency of those around him.
Even now, he could still remember the time Hadix had discreetly pulled Masruk aside a few days before he first went to the surface with Krivax. The Vizier had insisted that Masruk prove himself worthy of accompanying his apprentice.
It… had not been particularly pleasant.
Masruk was even more wary of Vizier Hadix in recent times, as the older nerubian seemed particularly irritable that he was unable to continue his typical duties. This irritation was very clearly being taken out on Paladin Fordring, who was doing a surprisingly good job of enduring it.
Masruk watched as Vizier Hadix launched a barrage of arcane missiles which flew around the sparring ring and attacked Fordring from every angle while simultaneously creating several illusions of himself to deceive the paladin's senses. It was a multi-faceted attack that would have overwhelmed many warriors, but Fordring defended himself admirably
The human swiftly erected a barrier of Light around himself that deflected the magical attacks before stomping on the ground and unleashing a wave of holy energy that left the ground glowing and destroyed all of the illusions. With his true enemy revealed, Fordring didn't hesitate to charge Vizier Hadix with his warhammer raised high, his speed blisteringly fast as the human empowered himself with the Light.
Masruk noticed approval in Vizier Hadix's expression even as the powerful mage teleported away moments before being struck and continued his attacks. Masruk was grateful that the human had earned the Vizier's regard, knowing that Hadix would be exceedingly unpleasant if he was forced to travel with a group he didn't respect.
Watching the display, it was relieving to know that he and Vizier Hadix already had an understanding. Truthfully, Masruk and Hadix had both already been briefed on this mission, so he knew that Fordring's combat ability had not been the primary reason that the paladin had been chosen. Instead, it was mostly due to his expertise in healing and the nearly non-existent chance that he had been compromised by the Burning Legion.
After all, secrecy would be absolutely essential if this strange group of theirs was to succeed.
Masruk continued watching for a few more moments before deciding to introduce himself to the human. Masruk walked over to the sparring ring and waited on its edges, knowing that both Hadix and Fordring had noticed his presence and would end their fight soon.
Sure enough, after a few more dazzling exchanges, Fordring motioned for a pause before glancing at Masruk as he wiped the sweat from his brow. After making his way to a short pedestal on the edge of the sparring ring and speaking a brief incantation, Hadix lowered the arcane barrier that enclosed the arena.
"I trust that you're satisfied, Vizier?" Fordring asked, casting a quick healing spell on himself that seemed to alleviate his exhaustion.
Hadix gave a single nod of approval before responding. "You possess adequate skill and tenacity, Paladin. I suspect that you have the potential to become a truly formidable warrior should you survive the coming years. You will be of use in our upcoming endeavor."
From what he had been able to observe, Masruk agreed with the Vizier's assessment. Fordring fought with a level of skill and resolve that reflected a lifetime of training. If he hadn't become a Lifeweaver, Masruk doubted that he would have been able to keep up with the human, even with his enchanted gear.
"Thank you, Vizier. I shall do my best to meet your expectations," Fordring said politely, inclining his head toward Hadix before turning to Masruk. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I am Paladin Tirion Fordring. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Lifeweaver Masruk," he introduced himself simply, stretching out an arm to greet the human in the manner of one of their strange customs. Vizier Hadix wordlessly passed the two of them, obviously uninterested in further introductions.
"Your reputation precedes you. I've heard many stories about you swooping down onto a ship owned by the Blackwater Raiders and capturing its captain," said Fordring, a wide smile on his face as he shook Masruk's hand. "It sounds like a riveting tale."
Masruk decided that he liked Tirion Fordring. Most people usually only knew Masruk through his connection to Krivax, so it felt good to be acknowledged by such a skilled warrior. The event that Fordring was referring to was his very first mission for the A.D.F, in which he'd been tasked with capturing a pirate captain alive and delivering them to the Alliance.
The Blackwater Raiders had been harrassings Stormwinds coast some time, and the kingdom was too busy rebuilding after the Second War to invest significant resources to stopping them.
"I could not have done it without assistance," Masruk said honestly, knowing that it was the truth. "If Wavespeaker Samuel had not summoned a mist to obscure my escape, then their rifles would have been much more of a threat."
Masruk couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled how the pirate had screamed, his entire body encased in webs as he dangled through the air.
Fordring laughed heartily after hearing Masruk describe the scene. "Oh, I would have enjoyed being able to witness that. It sounds like quite the spectacle."
The two of them continued to speak for several more minutes, exchanging stories of past missions and the challenges they faced. Masruk found himself appreciating the human's easy manner and sincerity, hoping the two of them would have more missions in the future. Their conversation was only interrupted when a gnome messenger approached and informed them that they were needed in the primary briefing room.
The gnome left after ensuring that they had properly understood the message, likely to inform the other teams about the situation. With a quick nod to each other, Masruk and Tirion began making their way to the meeting room. It quickly became clear that everyone had been given orders of some kind, because the corridors were a hive of activity as people rushed to and fro.
The primary briefing room was already full once they arrived, several teams waiting around a large table covered in magical artifacts. An arcane projection of the continent known as Pandaria filled the air above it, clearly indicating to everyone that it would be the focus of their upcoming mission. The projection was marked with various symbols and annotations, indicating key positions and objectives.
Masruk wasn't particularly familiar with Pandaria, but it wasn't hard to guess that the red portions of the map represented the territory conquered by the Scourge. Given that the vast majority of the continent's coasts seemed to be included in these areas, the situation was obviously quite dire.
Masruk spotted Krivax standing at the front of the table and waiting patiently for everyone to arrive before beginning the briefing. He couldn't help but note that Krivax was far less nervous than he would have been if he had been placed in this kind of situation just a few years ago.
There were many parts of Krivax that had stayed the same since they were hatchlings, but his confidence had clearly grown over the years. Masruk knew that Krivax wouldn't agree with his assessment, but his friend had always been unnecessarily hard on himself.
As he and Fordring made their way over to the portion of the table where Vizier Hadix was waiting, Masruk turned his attention to the other teams. Unfortunately, it seemed like he was among the last few to arrive so there was little opportunity to evaluate the members of the other teams in detail.
Once everyone had settled, Krivax stepped forward, clearing his throat to get the room's attention.
"Thank you all for gathering here. We have little time to waste on formalities, so I'll get straight to the point," Krivax said confidently, gesturing toward the arcane projection. "Most of you are already well aware of this, but I will explain for those of you who are not. The continent of Pandaria, a landmass in the South Sea hidden by ancient magic, has been attacked by a necromancer known as the Lich King. If this necromancer is allowed to grow his undead armies unopposed, they will swiftly become a threat to the entirety of Azeroth. This cannot be allowed."
Krivax continued sharing what was known about the Lich King, including their origins with the Burning Legion and ability to control unprecedented numbers of undead. Krivax also spent time discussing the Dreadlords and their abilities, as well as Lord Malygos' belief that the demons were the ones in true control of the Lich King.
By the time he was done, the importance of the demons was exceedingly clear.
Masruk saw several people grow grim as they studied the projection. Many of them held politically important positions and thus had been informed of the Lich King by the Alliance, but it was clear that the severity of the situation was worse than they had expected.
Krivax eventually went on to explain that after Malygos gained access to Pandaria, he and the Blue Dragonflight made significant efforts to scout the continent and locate the Lich King. Unfortunately, the necromancer's mobile fortress had not been seen at any point during these past few months and the Aspect eventually had decided that he could not wait any longer.
Every day that went by was another that the Scourge grew in numbers, so putting a stop to their rampage across Pandaria was a necessity. Such a massive endeavor would of course need to be handled by the actual militaries of the Alliance's member nations.
It would not be an easy fight given that transporting large numbers of troops would be a logistical nightmare. Sea transport was tantamount to suicide, while moving so many troops by portal would exhaust the most powerful of mages and consume precious resources to keep the portals open. It was only due to the assistance of the Aspect of Magic that it was even remotely possible.
Krivax pointed to a particular part in northern Pandaria where the Alliance would be establishing a forward base. A combined effort by the Guardians of Nerub, Order of the Silver Hand, and the most elite warriors in Quel'Thalas would be leading the initial assault. During this time, the available Aspects and Dragonflights would launch a surprise attack on the Isle of Thunder, hoping to destroy the Scourge's leadership on Pandaria.
Masruk thought it was a sound tactic. Even if they were to fail, the attack would at least distract the Scourge from the Alliance's assault.
This was what the Alliance would be doing, but there was an important role for the A.D.F to play as well.
"Lord Malygos is very concerned that the enemy will use his and the other Aspects' distraction to launch attacks at poorly defended locations," Krivax continued solemnly, his eyes sweeping through the room. "As a result, most of you will be held in reserve to respond to such an eventuality. The Council of Six has offered the assistance of the most powerful spatial mages in Dalaran to quickly transport you where it is necessary at a moment's notice."
Krivax gestured to a figure who Masruk recognized to be Archmage Ansirem.
He recognized the wisdom of this decision as well. Masruk could already imagine an army of the undead emerging from the sea and devastating the Kul Tiras' fleets in a surprise attack or destroying the still rebuilding Stormwind before anyone could respond. Having several groups of highly powerful individuals to push back against an assault would undoubtedly be very useful.
Fortunately, Masruk grew increasingly confident that the Alliance was taking this threat very seriously the longer he listened to Krivax. Aside from the teams prepared to respond to the Lich King, Quel'Thalas had also prepared several dozen Magisters to intervene as soon as necessary.
Such a large number of mages had the potential to turn the tide of any battlefield.
"However, some of you have been selected for a different mission," Krivax continued once he finished explaining the reserve strategy. "Specifically, the teams led by Archmage Krasus and Vizier Hadix will be deploying to Pandaria as soon as the assault begins. These two teams will be receiving a separate briefing at the conclusion of this meeting. Now, any questions?"
The room fell silent for a moment as the weight of the situation settled on everyone present. This briefing had made clear that this would be the largest military conflict that any of them would be participating in since the Second War.
"Yes, Magus Rhonin?" Krivax nodded to the human mage.
"What support can we expect from the native inhabitants of Pandaria?" asked Rhonin, his voice measured.
"A good question," Krivax said before launching an in depth explanation of Pandaria's current situation and the state of their resistance.
That resistance almost entirely relied on a few powerful creatures known as the August Celestials and a small group of elite warriors called the Shado-Pan.
Masruk had already heard from Krivax that the Pandaren did not have a standing army, but it still made little sense to him. Azjol-Nerub had been at peace for even longer than the Pandaren, but they had always maintained a capable military throughout its history. The idea of relying on a few so-called 'Wild Gods' and a small organization for protection seemed entirely nonsensical to him.
A quick look around the room made it obvious that his sentiment was shared by the rest of the people in the room. The Eastern Kingdoms was not a peaceful continent, so this was to be expected.
Krivax also went on to explain the threat of the Sha, which were apparently hostile Void entities which would spontaneously appear in places of significant negative emotion. Given the circumstances, Masruk was not surprised when Krivax pointed to large splotches of purple across the projection that represented the Sha.
Krivax also took a moment to mention Manti'vess, a sister kingdom to Azjol-Nerub that existed on the western side of the continent. If they were any bit as formidable as his own people, then Masruk thought the Alliance would be wise to avoid them as much as possible.
Masruk listened carefully as Krivax spent the next half an hour answering various questions. Eventually, Krivax concluded the general meeting, indicating that it was time for the two specific teams to receive their separate, mission-critical briefings.
"If there are no further questions, I would like Vizier Hadix's to stay behind while Archmage Krasus' team goes to meet Magister Rommath in his office," Krivax announced, his eyes briefly flickering to Masruk before returning to the rest of the room. "Everyone else, thank you for your time. The assault on Pandaria will take place at the end of the week. The Lich King will almost certainly respond once Lord Malygos begins his attack, so I suggest you do everything you can to prepare until then."
The room began to empty as everyone filed out, leaving behind a hushed air. Archmage Krasus nodded at Krivax before leaving with his team, a group of several mages who Masruk didn't recognize, to meet with Magister Rommath. Soon enough, the only people left in the room were Krivax, Masruk and his team, as well as a strange female dwarf who had been quiet throughout the entire briefing.
Krivax waited until the door closed behind the departing teams and Hadix finished casting what was most likely a privacy ward before addressing the remaining members of the room.
"Alright," Krivax began, taking a deep breath as he turned to face Fordring. "While I did say that this briefing was for your entire team, in truth, you are the only person here who does not know what you've been gathered to do. Masruk, Vizier Hadix, and Watcher Ironaya were all informed before this meeting."
Masruk couldn't help but turn a curious glance to the stoic dwarf woman. Ironaya was the name of the giant golem creature from Uldaman that Krivax had told him about.
Fordring looked a bit surprised, but not affronted. "I see. Then this mission must be extremely sensitive in nature. What is it that you need from me?"
"As I said before, this team will be one of the few traveling to Pandaria," said Krivax after a moment of silence. "Your objective will be to carry out a plan crafted by Lord Malygos. One that will hopefully result in the successful capture of a Dreadlord."
Masruk heard the sharpness in Krivax's voice and knew how much the success of this mission meant to his friend. Detheroc's escape with potentially vital information had left a bad taste in both of their mouths, so finding a way to turn the tables on the enemy would be immensely satisfying.
Not only that, but this would be one of their few opportunities to seize the initiative from the enemy and take the fight directly to them.
"I am not the most familiar with demons, but even I know that Dreadlords are particularly cunning creatures," Fordring said, his hint of skepticism in his voice. "How exactly do we plan to capture one, and why was I chosen to participate?"
"Capturing the demon will be the responsibility of Watcher Ironaya," Krivax explained, gesturing to the individual in question. "Lord Malygos and Keeper Archaedas have developed an artifact which will prevent the Dreadlord from returning to the Twisting Nether. Ironaya's duty will be to operate it."
Krivax then went on to give a quick explanation of who and what Ironaya was, which Fordring accepted with impressive composure.
"As for why you were chosen," Krivax continued, locking eyes with Fordring. "It's simple. You fit a very specific criteria of being trustworthy, not already occupied with other obligations, and being extremely effective against the undead. Once you are equipped with the Silver Hand, I expect that effectiveness to increase substantially."
Masruk heard the slight sulk in Krivax's voice and nearly chuckled. He knew his friend had wanted to surprise the Paladin by giving him the Silver Hand personally, but hadn't been able to arrange it.
Krivax was quite fond of dramatic moments.
However, Fordring already seemed sufficiently impressed, his eyes growing wide with awe.
"The Silver Hand? Archbishop Benedictus has agreed to entrust me with such a legendary artifact?" Fordring asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and honor.
"He has. The Archbishop is prepared to hold a secret ceremony to bestow the artifact to you after this meeting," Krivax said approvingly, clearly happy with the human's reaction "You will likely need to spend the next few days acclimating to its power, but it will be vital for ensuring that all of us survive this mission. I hope you can handle this responsibility, Paladin Fordring."
Fordring straightened his posture, his eyes filled with conviction. "I will do my utmost to wield the Silver Hand with the honor and dignity it deserves, and for the betterment of us all. You have my word."
Masruk didn't really understand the Light, but the swell of energy that seemed to emanate from the human at that moment spoke volumes about his conviction. In that moment, he could easily imagine the paladin wielding the weapon that had slain a C'thrax and destroying entire swaths of undead with indomitable will.
Masruk had already considered Fordring a formidable warrior, but his estimation of the paladin rose even further and he wondered how his friend had known that this specific human would be so well-suited for the mission.
A quick glance at Krivax revealed the familiar glimmer in his eyes of a plan coming together and Masruk decided that it didn't matter. He trusted Krivax's judgment in matters such as these.
"Very good," said Krivax, sounding distinctly pleased. "Then let me share the details of our plan. If you all manage to succeed, then this could potentially be our first step in turning the tides against the Lich King…"
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A few months had passed since Masruk joined the newly-formed organization, and he was very pleased with how things had developed. Combat focused members of the Alliance Defense Force were all requisitioned with the best possible equipment that the organization could acquire, which turned out to be quite impressive. Krivax had gone out of his way to ensure all members of the Alliance contributed to their logistics, and it showed.
Masruk still felt as happy as a hatchling who'd weaved his first web whenever he recalled receiving his new equipment. Superior dwarfish metal crafting combined with the unified efforts of enchanters from Azjol-Nerub, Dalaran, and Quel'Thalas, resulted in armaments beyond what any of them could create on their own.
His new obsidian-black armor was crafted from a titanium-mithril alloy and seamlessly melded with his crimson exoskeleton, its interlocking plates each glowing faintly with magic. The silk harness attached to the armor made it convenient to access his equipment even when using his new wings. His helmet, designed with multi-faceted eye and antennae openings, completed his armor well and created an awe-inspiring appearance that drew the attention of anyone who saw him.
His armor's enchantments, many of which would have conflicted with each other before the Alliance's collaborative efforts, had many useful functions. Defensive enchantments along the breastplate, vision improving magic in the helmet, and best of all, complex weight negation enchantments along his wing-guard that made him light enough to properly fly.
Such maneuverability offered Masruk many new options in a fight. He now loved to soar across the red skies in the early sunrise and breathe in the fresh sea breeze off the coast of Northrend whenever he returned to Azjol-Nerub.
His spear, previously the same as the standard equipment given to the Dreadstalkers, had been similarly improved. Imbued with dwarvish enchantments that would allow the spear to return to him after being thrown and sharp enough to pierce through most armor, Masruk was now more deadly than he had ever been.
If he'd had this equipment when he and Krivax had fought that troublesome demon, they could have defeated it much more quickly.
Masruk hadn't originally seen the purpose of the Alliance Defense Force when Krivax had explained his idea, though he'd kept that to himself. Krivax had always possessed an unique vision and perspective that allowed him to see how things could be, rather than how they were, so he'd trusted his friend's judgment.
Now that Krivax's vision was beginning to become reality, Masruk better understood the wisdom behind a collaborative defense initiative.
Masruk was pulled from his thoughts as he approached his destination. The Alliance had chosen Dalaran as the place to build its headquarters due to its relative historical neutrality when it came to matters of politics. Grand Magus Antonidas had personally created the spatial enchantments on the structure, which meant the Alliance Defense Force had more than enough space to conduct its operations.
The structure itself was nothing special, simply being one of the larger buildings in the city's administrative district, but the many personnel walking in and out were diverse even by Dalaran's standards. Every race in the Eastern Kingdoms, along with nerubians and even the occasional tauren or draenei, could be seen going about their diplomatic duties. The only reason Masruk drew any attention as he passed beneath the Alliance banner hanging above the entrance was due to his large wings and imposing armor.
Masruk quickly walked past the many diplomats and emissaries stationed in the main hall, heading directly toward the more militarized western wing of the building. He then ended up spending several minutes being closely examined by the Dreadstalker and Spellbreaker guards stationed by the entrance.
Although Krivax may have grown accustomed to going wherever he pleased as he interacted with the most powerful people in Azeroth, Masruk had no such luxury despite their friendship.
This didn't bother him at all, as Masruk honestly preferred to go unnoticed by the people in Krivax's orbit.
It made his life much easier.
Soon enough, Masruk was given the all clear and allowed entrance to the western wing. The atmosphere immediately changed as he stepped inside. Krivax had not wasted any time in getting things organized and began sending people out on missions as soon as possible. Apparently, he wanted the organization to gain some experience before they were deployed against a powerful necromancer on some foreign continent.
Masruk had worried at first that there would not be enough missions available and that he would be deprived of a proper fight, but that proved an unnecessary concern. There seemed to be a truly absurd number of threats plaguing Azeroth, so there was more than enough work to keep even the most battle-hungry warriors satisfied.
As Masruk walked through the halls toward the training area, he passed by several unique individuals, many of whom he would not have encountered anywhere else.
He paused briefly in the hallway as he watched the mutated Draenei known as Broken, Akama, practicing in the courtyard.
Masruk had never fought Akama himself, but he'd seen the Broken spar against the Paladin Tirion Fordring in the training area and knew that he was highly skilled. Masruk wasn't sure how Krivax did it, but he just seemed to know many obscure individuals of exceptional skill and had a knack for recruiting them.
However, the A.D.F wasn't filled with only a few highly skilled combatants, but also had many other personnel available to offer support. After all, even the most elite of soldiers would become several times more effective with the assistance of specialists.
As if reading his thoughts, his attention was drawn to one such individual calling for his attention. "Masruk! Over here!"
Masruk turned to see a burly human man in robes embroidered with nautical sigils. The staff he held was adorned with shells and glowing with a soft, water light. Wavespeaker Samuel was among the few Tidesages remaining after Kul'Tiras finished purging the organization of void cultists after their betrayal during the Second War.
"Greetings Tidesage, how can I help you?" Masruk asked as he approached Samuel and a young half-elf man from the logistics department.
The Tidesage chuckled warmly before responding. "Oh, relax. You spiderfolk are always too proper. No need for formality among friends and comrades, no? I see you have fully recovered from the blow from the falling mast."
The Tidesage had been very helpful during Masruk's first mission for the A.D.F, which involved investigating the growing pirate threat plaguing the Eastern Kingdoms. They had together caught up to the pirate ship and boarded it. In spite of the pirate captain's attempt to crush him under one of the masts, he had shrugged off the cracked carapace and cornered him with his spear, while Samuel had swamped the deck clear of other pirate crew with a massive wave.
Working with the different Alliance members in his missions had helped him to appreciate the strange friendliness among the surface races.
"Very well, Samuel," said Masruk, attempting to sound less formal. "Is there something that you need? I wish to meet with my assigned team before the next mission briefing later this evening."
"Certainly, that's the very reason why I called for you," said Samuel, smiling affably as he leaned against his staff. "Mere moments ago Elmir and I were discussing this upcoming mission and what it might entail when I saw you. Given that not every soul here shares kinship with the one at the helm, it seemed prudent to ask you."
"You're friends with Vizier Krivax?" asked the half-elf named Elmir, his eyes widening with interest. "That's amazing. I was only able to speak with him for a few minutes when I was first recruited. He was… very intimidating."
Masruk was not surprised by the half-elf's interest. Krivax might not fully understand what kind of a figure he'd become, but Masruk was accustomed to people showing an interest in their friendship.
After all, who wouldn't be curious about a person who regularly spoke with rulers? It didn't help that Krivax casually radiated power ever since he had been empowered by Alexstrasza.
"Krivax is kind, but very busy," Masruk said to Elmir before turning his attention back to Samuel. "I do not know what the mission will entail exactly, but I suspect that it will involve the necromancer known as the Lich King."
It was a lie that Masruk didn't know the contents of his mission, but there was no harm in mentioning the Lich King. Preparations to face the undead had been growing significantly over the past few weeks, with the Church of the Holy Light infusing large numbers of armaments with the Light.
While it wasn't public knowledge, Masruk even knew that Krivax had been in close contact with Archmage Kel'Thuzad about an anti-undead weapon that the mage had successfully developed with the assistance of Queen Khitix.
"Aye, I suppose that makes sense," said Samuel, a bitter look crossing his expression. "It seems like every day now that we're facing a new threat, more deadly than the last. I remember when the worst things I had to worry about were pirates and Gilnean saber-rattling. Now half my Order revealed themselves as mind-eating monsters, and armies of the undead are terrorizing distant lands. I miss when times were simpler."
That was a sentiment that Masruk had come across many times, not only from the surface races but also from his fellow nerubians.
Personally, Masruk didn't enjoy imagining what his life would have been like without Krivax in it and all the changes that resulted. He would have never met the people of Kamagua or seen the forests of Kalimdor. He would have never battled the Horde or sparred with some of the most skilled warriors in the Eastern Kingdoms, such as Paladin Uther.
Instead, Masruk would have almost certainly lived in the depths of Kilah'kuk as a warrior and eventually died there without seeing a single star. That was why Masruk found it hard to share their sentiment.
Still, it was easy to understand their perspective.
"I miss those times too. I thank the Light every day that I wasn't in Capital City when that giant abomination destroyed my home," said Elmir, nodding solemnly in agreement before seeming to perk himself up. "But It is nice that there are so many new kinds of people to see now. I actually saw a giant bird person entering the Violet Hold yesterday! Apparently, they were brought to our world from Draenor by the dragons."
Samuel and Elmir continued to gossip as they continued discussing new rivals and the other events unfolding across Azeroth. Masruk decided to stay and listen for a while despite already knowing far more than either of them about the state of the world thanks to Krivax.
He felt that it was important to understand what the common people without insider information were thinking and feeling. Masruk had noticed that Krivax sometimes overlooked that perspective, absorbed with his diplomatic duties and focusing on a goal only he could see.
There weren't many ways that Masruk could assist his friend, but the occasional reminder of how those around him felt was useful. Samuel and Elmir mentioned several interesting anecdotes, such as the growing number of elvish merchants selling exciting new goods.
Krivax had been focusing recently on managing diplomatic relations with Quel'Thalas, often bemoaning their growing influence and the state of their internal politics. As far as Masruk understood, the elvish equivalent of the High King had been steadily losing power over the past few years before the situation culminated several months ago.
He could tell that Krivax was very concerned about this, even going so far as to wonder if Deathwing's children or the Dreadlords were involved in the matter. Masruk got the impression that this wasn't the only thing bothering Krivax, as he seemed to be paying closer attention to Azjol-Nerub's internal politics as well.
There was little Masruk could do about it, but he still memorized everything Samuel and Elmir said for later. He could always ask Krivax questions about anything that he did not fully understand.
Aside from that, they also mentioned several recent technological innovations.
These mostly focused on mundane inventions such as a new refrigeration device created by the elvish enchantments, heated blankets made using fire imbued silks, and gnomish silk wired street lamps that were easy to produce in bulk.
Eventually, Masruk couldn't afford to stay any longer and said goodbye to the pair before continuing on his way. Several more personnel attempted to catch his attention as he passed through the corridors, either to exchange pleasantries or inquire about the upcoming mission. Masruk was polite but brief, uninterested in wasting any more time.
When he finally reached the main courtyard, a sprawling space filled with various sparring rings, target ranges, and golems built specifically to withstand powerful attacks, he quickly began searching for the ones he would be joining on his next mission. It didn't take long to do so, as Vizier Hadix and Paladin Fordring were facing each other in a large, circular sparring ring that was encased by an arcane barrier.
Masruk was not surprised to see that Vizier Hadix was testing the skills of the human who would be fighting by their side. He'd always known the older nerubian to be strict in ensuring the competency of those around him.
Even now, he could still remember the time Hadix had discreetly pulled Masruk aside a few days before he first went to the surface with Krivax. The Vizier had insisted that Masruk prove himself worthy of accompanying his apprentice.
It… had not been particularly pleasant.
Masruk was even more wary of Vizier Hadix in recent times, as the older nerubian seemed particularly irritable that he was unable to continue his typical duties. This irritation was very clearly being taken out on Paladin Fordring, who was doing a surprisingly good job of enduring it.
Masruk watched as Vizier Hadix launched a barrage of arcane missiles which flew around the sparring ring and attacked Fordring from every angle while simultaneously creating several illusions of himself to deceive the paladin's senses. It was a multi-faceted attack that would have overwhelmed many warriors, but Fordring defended himself admirably
The human swiftly erected a barrier of Light around himself that deflected the magical attacks before stomping on the ground and unleashing a wave of holy energy that left the ground glowing and destroyed all of the illusions. With his true enemy revealed, Fordring didn't hesitate to charge Vizier Hadix with his warhammer raised high, his speed blisteringly fast as the human empowered himself with the Light.
Masruk noticed approval in Vizier Hadix's expression even as the powerful mage teleported away moments before being struck and continued his attacks. Masruk was grateful that the human had earned the Vizier's regard, knowing that Hadix would be exceedingly unpleasant if he was forced to travel with a group he didn't respect.
Watching the display, it was relieving to know that he and Vizier Hadix already had an understanding. Truthfully, Masruk and Hadix had both already been briefed on this mission, so he knew that Fordring's combat ability had not been the primary reason that the paladin had been chosen. Instead, it was mostly due to his expertise in healing and the nearly non-existent chance that he had been compromised by the Burning Legion.
After all, secrecy would be absolutely essential if this strange group of theirs was to succeed.
Masruk continued watching for a few more moments before deciding to introduce himself to the human. Masruk walked over to the sparring ring and waited on its edges, knowing that both Hadix and Fordring had noticed his presence and would end their fight soon.
Sure enough, after a few more dazzling exchanges, Fordring motioned for a pause before glancing at Masruk as he wiped the sweat from his brow. After making his way to a short pedestal on the edge of the sparring ring and speaking a brief incantation, Hadix lowered the arcane barrier that enclosed the arena.
"I trust that you're satisfied, Vizier?" Fordring asked, casting a quick healing spell on himself that seemed to alleviate his exhaustion.
Hadix gave a single nod of approval before responding. "You possess adequate skill and tenacity, Paladin. I suspect that you have the potential to become a truly formidable warrior should you survive the coming years. You will be of use in our upcoming endeavor."
From what he had been able to observe, Masruk agreed with the Vizier's assessment. Fordring fought with a level of skill and resolve that reflected a lifetime of training. If he hadn't become a Lifeweaver, Masruk doubted that he would have been able to keep up with the human, even with his enchanted gear.
"Thank you, Vizier. I shall do my best to meet your expectations," Fordring said politely, inclining his head toward Hadix before turning to Masruk. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I am Paladin Tirion Fordring. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Lifeweaver Masruk," he introduced himself simply, stretching out an arm to greet the human in the manner of one of their strange customs. Vizier Hadix wordlessly passed the two of them, obviously uninterested in further introductions.
"Your reputation precedes you. I've heard many stories about you swooping down onto a ship owned by the Blackwater Raiders and capturing its captain," said Fordring, a wide smile on his face as he shook Masruk's hand. "It sounds like a riveting tale."
Masruk decided that he liked Tirion Fordring. Most people usually only knew Masruk through his connection to Krivax, so it felt good to be acknowledged by such a skilled warrior. The event that Fordring was referring to was his very first mission for the A.D.F, in which he'd been tasked with capturing a pirate captain alive and delivering them to the Alliance.
The Blackwater Raiders had been harrassings Stormwinds coast some time, and the kingdom was too busy rebuilding after the Second War to invest significant resources to stopping them.
"I could not have done it without assistance," Masruk said honestly, knowing that it was the truth. "If Wavespeaker Samuel had not summoned a mist to obscure my escape, then their rifles would have been much more of a threat."
Masruk couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled how the pirate had screamed, his entire body encased in webs as he dangled through the air.
Fordring laughed heartily after hearing Masruk describe the scene. "Oh, I would have enjoyed being able to witness that. It sounds like quite the spectacle."
The two of them continued to speak for several more minutes, exchanging stories of past missions and the challenges they faced. Masruk found himself appreciating the human's easy manner and sincerity, hoping the two of them would have more missions in the future. Their conversation was only interrupted when a gnome messenger approached and informed them that they were needed in the primary briefing room.
The gnome left after ensuring that they had properly understood the message, likely to inform the other teams about the situation. With a quick nod to each other, Masruk and Tirion began making their way to the meeting room. It quickly became clear that everyone had been given orders of some kind, because the corridors were a hive of activity as people rushed to and fro.
The primary briefing room was already full once they arrived, several teams waiting around a large table covered in magical artifacts. An arcane projection of the continent known as Pandaria filled the air above it, clearly indicating to everyone that it would be the focus of their upcoming mission. The projection was marked with various symbols and annotations, indicating key positions and objectives.
Masruk wasn't particularly familiar with Pandaria, but it wasn't hard to guess that the red portions of the map represented the territory conquered by the Scourge. Given that the vast majority of the continent's coasts seemed to be included in these areas, the situation was obviously quite dire.
Masruk spotted Krivax standing at the front of the table and waiting patiently for everyone to arrive before beginning the briefing. He couldn't help but note that Krivax was far less nervous than he would have been if he had been placed in this kind of situation just a few years ago.
There were many parts of Krivax that had stayed the same since they were hatchlings, but his confidence had clearly grown over the years. Masruk knew that Krivax wouldn't agree with his assessment, but his friend had always been unnecessarily hard on himself.
As he and Fordring made their way over to the portion of the table where Vizier Hadix was waiting, Masruk turned his attention to the other teams. Unfortunately, it seemed like he was among the last few to arrive so there was little opportunity to evaluate the members of the other teams in detail.
Once everyone had settled, Krivax stepped forward, clearing his throat to get the room's attention.
"Thank you all for gathering here. We have little time to waste on formalities, so I'll get straight to the point," Krivax said confidently, gesturing toward the arcane projection. "Most of you are already well aware of this, but I will explain for those of you who are not. The continent of Pandaria, a landmass in the South Sea hidden by ancient magic, has been attacked by a necromancer known as the Lich King. If this necromancer is allowed to grow his undead armies unopposed, they will swiftly become a threat to the entirety of Azeroth. This cannot be allowed."
Krivax continued sharing what was known about the Lich King, including their origins with the Burning Legion and ability to control unprecedented numbers of undead. Krivax also spent time discussing the Dreadlords and their abilities, as well as Lord Malygos' belief that the demons were the ones in true control of the Lich King.
By the time he was done, the importance of the demons was exceedingly clear.
Masruk saw several people grow grim as they studied the projection. Many of them held politically important positions and thus had been informed of the Lich King by the Alliance, but it was clear that the severity of the situation was worse than they had expected.
Krivax eventually went on to explain that after Malygos gained access to Pandaria, he and the Blue Dragonflight made significant efforts to scout the continent and locate the Lich King. Unfortunately, the necromancer's mobile fortress had not been seen at any point during these past few months and the Aspect eventually had decided that he could not wait any longer.
Every day that went by was another that the Scourge grew in numbers, so putting a stop to their rampage across Pandaria was a necessity. Such a massive endeavor would of course need to be handled by the actual militaries of the Alliance's member nations.
It would not be an easy fight given that transporting large numbers of troops would be a logistical nightmare. Sea transport was tantamount to suicide, while moving so many troops by portal would exhaust the most powerful of mages and consume precious resources to keep the portals open. It was only due to the assistance of the Aspect of Magic that it was even remotely possible.
Krivax pointed to a particular part in northern Pandaria where the Alliance would be establishing a forward base. A combined effort by the Guardians of Nerub, Order of the Silver Hand, and the most elite warriors in Quel'Thalas would be leading the initial assault. During this time, the available Aspects and Dragonflights would launch a surprise attack on the Isle of Thunder, hoping to destroy the Scourge's leadership on Pandaria.
Masruk thought it was a sound tactic. Even if they were to fail, the attack would at least distract the Scourge from the Alliance's assault.
This was what the Alliance would be doing, but there was an important role for the A.D.F to play as well.
"Lord Malygos is very concerned that the enemy will use his and the other Aspects' distraction to launch attacks at poorly defended locations," Krivax continued solemnly, his eyes sweeping through the room. "As a result, most of you will be held in reserve to respond to such an eventuality. The Council of Six has offered the assistance of the most powerful spatial mages in Dalaran to quickly transport you where it is necessary at a moment's notice."
Krivax gestured to a figure who Masruk recognized to be Archmage Ansirem.
He recognized the wisdom of this decision as well. Masruk could already imagine an army of the undead emerging from the sea and devastating the Kul Tiras' fleets in a surprise attack or destroying the still rebuilding Stormwind before anyone could respond. Having several groups of highly powerful individuals to push back against an assault would undoubtedly be very useful.
Fortunately, Masruk grew increasingly confident that the Alliance was taking this threat very seriously the longer he listened to Krivax. Aside from the teams prepared to respond to the Lich King, Quel'Thalas had also prepared several dozen Magisters to intervene as soon as necessary.
Such a large number of mages had the potential to turn the tide of any battlefield.
"However, some of you have been selected for a different mission," Krivax continued once he finished explaining the reserve strategy. "Specifically, the teams led by Archmage Krasus and Vizier Hadix will be deploying to Pandaria as soon as the assault begins. These two teams will be receiving a separate briefing at the conclusion of this meeting. Now, any questions?"
The room fell silent for a moment as the weight of the situation settled on everyone present. This briefing had made clear that this would be the largest military conflict that any of them would be participating in since the Second War.
"Yes, Magus Rhonin?" Krivax nodded to the human mage.
"What support can we expect from the native inhabitants of Pandaria?" asked Rhonin, his voice measured.
"A good question," Krivax said before launching an in depth explanation of Pandaria's current situation and the state of their resistance.
That resistance almost entirely relied on a few powerful creatures known as the August Celestials and a small group of elite warriors called the Shado-Pan.
Masruk had already heard from Krivax that the Pandaren did not have a standing army, but it still made little sense to him. Azjol-Nerub had been at peace for even longer than the Pandaren, but they had always maintained a capable military throughout its history. The idea of relying on a few so-called 'Wild Gods' and a small organization for protection seemed entirely nonsensical to him.
A quick look around the room made it obvious that his sentiment was shared by the rest of the people in the room. The Eastern Kingdoms was not a peaceful continent, so this was to be expected.
Krivax also went on to explain the threat of the Sha, which were apparently hostile Void entities which would spontaneously appear in places of significant negative emotion. Given the circumstances, Masruk was not surprised when Krivax pointed to large splotches of purple across the projection that represented the Sha.
Krivax also took a moment to mention Manti'vess, a sister kingdom to Azjol-Nerub that existed on the western side of the continent. If they were any bit as formidable as his own people, then Masruk thought the Alliance would be wise to avoid them as much as possible.
Masruk listened carefully as Krivax spent the next half an hour answering various questions. Eventually, Krivax concluded the general meeting, indicating that it was time for the two specific teams to receive their separate, mission-critical briefings.
"If there are no further questions, I would like Vizier Hadix's to stay behind while Archmage Krasus' team goes to meet Magister Rommath in his office," Krivax announced, his eyes briefly flickering to Masruk before returning to the rest of the room. "Everyone else, thank you for your time. The assault on Pandaria will take place at the end of the week. The Lich King will almost certainly respond once Lord Malygos begins his attack, so I suggest you do everything you can to prepare until then."
The room began to empty as everyone filed out, leaving behind a hushed air. Archmage Krasus nodded at Krivax before leaving with his team, a group of several mages who Masruk didn't recognize, to meet with Magister Rommath. Soon enough, the only people left in the room were Krivax, Masruk and his team, as well as a strange female dwarf who had been quiet throughout the entire briefing.
Krivax waited until the door closed behind the departing teams and Hadix finished casting what was most likely a privacy ward before addressing the remaining members of the room.
"Alright," Krivax began, taking a deep breath as he turned to face Fordring. "While I did say that this briefing was for your entire team, in truth, you are the only person here who does not know what you've been gathered to do. Masruk, Vizier Hadix, and Watcher Ironaya were all informed before this meeting."
Masruk couldn't help but turn a curious glance to the stoic dwarf woman. Ironaya was the name of the giant golem creature from Uldaman that Krivax had told him about.
Fordring looked a bit surprised, but not affronted. "I see. Then this mission must be extremely sensitive in nature. What is it that you need from me?"
"As I said before, this team will be one of the few traveling to Pandaria," said Krivax after a moment of silence. "Your objective will be to carry out a plan crafted by Lord Malygos. One that will hopefully result in the successful capture of a Dreadlord."
Masruk heard the sharpness in Krivax's voice and knew how much the success of this mission meant to his friend. Detheroc's escape with potentially vital information had left a bad taste in both of their mouths, so finding a way to turn the tables on the enemy would be immensely satisfying.
Not only that, but this would be one of their few opportunities to seize the initiative from the enemy and take the fight directly to them.
"I am not the most familiar with demons, but even I know that Dreadlords are particularly cunning creatures," Fordring said, his hint of skepticism in his voice. "How exactly do we plan to capture one, and why was I chosen to participate?"
"Capturing the demon will be the responsibility of Watcher Ironaya," Krivax explained, gesturing to the individual in question. "Lord Malygos and Keeper Archaedas have developed an artifact which will prevent the Dreadlord from returning to the Twisting Nether. Ironaya's duty will be to operate it."
Krivax then went on to give a quick explanation of who and what Ironaya was, which Fordring accepted with impressive composure.
"As for why you were chosen," Krivax continued, locking eyes with Fordring. "It's simple. You fit a very specific criteria of being trustworthy, not already occupied with other obligations, and being extremely effective against the undead. Once you are equipped with the Silver Hand, I expect that effectiveness to increase substantially."
Masruk heard the slight sulk in Krivax's voice and nearly chuckled. He knew his friend had wanted to surprise the Paladin by giving him the Silver Hand personally, but hadn't been able to arrange it.
Krivax was quite fond of dramatic moments.
However, Fordring already seemed sufficiently impressed, his eyes growing wide with awe.
"The Silver Hand? Archbishop Benedictus has agreed to entrust me with such a legendary artifact?" Fordring asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and honor.
"He has. The Archbishop is prepared to hold a secret ceremony to bestow the artifact to you after this meeting," Krivax said approvingly, clearly happy with the human's reaction "You will likely need to spend the next few days acclimating to its power, but it will be vital for ensuring that all of us survive this mission. I hope you can handle this responsibility, Paladin Fordring."
Fordring straightened his posture, his eyes filled with conviction. "I will do my utmost to wield the Silver Hand with the honor and dignity it deserves, and for the betterment of us all. You have my word."
Masruk didn't really understand the Light, but the swell of energy that seemed to emanate from the human at that moment spoke volumes about his conviction. In that moment, he could easily imagine the paladin wielding the weapon that had slain a C'thrax and destroying entire swaths of undead with indomitable will.
Masruk had already considered Fordring a formidable warrior, but his estimation of the paladin rose even further and he wondered how his friend had known that this specific human would be so well-suited for the mission.
A quick glance at Krivax revealed the familiar glimmer in his eyes of a plan coming together and Masruk decided that it didn't matter. He trusted Krivax's judgment in matters such as these.
"Very good," said Krivax, sounding distinctly pleased. "Then let me share the details of our plan. If you all manage to succeed, then this could potentially be our first step in turning the tides against the Lich King…"
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It's so fun to see the inner thoughts of those around Krivax, giving us little insights into how others see him and his antics. Hadix is vaguely amused with his apprentice, and slightly disgusted with his building sentimentality. While Masruk is a true pillar of loyalty and friendship, what a bro.
Also, this is about to be one HELL of an Alpha Strike... I'm curious to see how it goes. Moreover, to see how the Pandaren react to the Alliance coming to help.
Also, this is about to be one HELL of an Alpha Strike... I'm curious to see how it goes. Moreover, to see how the Pandaren react to the Alliance coming to help.
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Looks like it's about time to kick the Litch King in his teal tuchus. (I'm assuming his skin has gone from a green to a pale teal thanks to the powers of ice and undeath.)
Chapter 80
Malygos didn't often use magic to split his mind into multiple instances despite the undeniable usefulness of doing so.
Even for someone as skilled with magic as himself, such magic came with distinct risks. His history of… minor mental instability only aggravated those risks to unacceptable. However, temporary moments like these, when he needed to simultaneously attend to multiple important tasks, made him grateful to have such abilities at his disposal.
Currently, Malygos had a rare guest in his lair in the form of Alexstrasza. The two of them were wearing their mortal guises as they listened to Krivax deliver a report on the ongoing mortal operations in Pandaria.
The operation was in its preliminary stages, with the Alliance gradually transferring personnel to the continent via portal and establishing a base of operations on the continent. This stage would last until the Alliance's actions were discovered by the enemy, at which point they would transition into a full assault.
Once that happened, Malygos and Alexstrasza would then lead an assault by the Dragonflights on the Scourge's stronghold on the Isle of Thunder. A multi-pronged attack was the best way to utilize their element of surprise, as their enemy should have little to no warning that they'd managed to bypass Pandaria's concealments.
This was why the two of them were currently waiting in Malygos' lair. Teleporting two people to a precise location several thousand miles away was already a difficult task. When you included the general interference being caused by the growing Void corruption in Pandaria and a lack of familiarity with the destination, even the Aspect of Magic needed to prepare a ritual in the corner of his lair.
He and Alexstrasza were fully prepared to begin the assault at a moment's notice.
Malygos had to admit that he was somewhat looking forward to the matter. It had been a long time since Azeroth had borne witness to the full might of a Dragonflight. Those green-skinned mortals had surrendered far too quickly for his liking, after all.
This was a… convenient opportunity to give the world a reminder of who exactly they were dealing with.
However, that wasn't the only matter which demanded his attention at this moment.
In the portion of his lair where he kept the majority of his enchanted instruments, Malygos was engrossed in his work. These devices, arrayed with meticulous care, served to analyze and gauge various magical phenomena.
One particular device was levitating the body of a female pandaren, who had been killed by the Scourge, steadily in the air before him. Malygos wouldn't normally look twice at a dead mortal, but the manner in which this one had been killed grew more concerning the longer he studied it.
Not only was the corpse covered in crimson pustules that seeped a watery red fluid, but it was also twisted and deformed in an unnatural manner. Despite being magically preserved only a few moments after death, the mortal's fur was already matted and falling out in clumps, revealing discolored skin showing signs of advanced necrosis. Its snout was elongated and pulled back in a silent snarl, revealing more teeth than pandaren should possess, while its limbs were knotted and gnarled like the roots of a diseased tree.
Malygos had long since been aware that the Lich King and the demons controlling them could potentially make use of magical diseases. Krivax's description of the so-called Plague of Undeath that turned mortals directly into undead had made that perfectly clear.
However, Malygos' analysis of the matter had determined that the creation of such a terrible affliction would have taken even the Lich King significant time to perfect. Studying the corpse made it clear to him that those efforts were further along than Malygos had anticipated. Traces of both demonic and necromantic magic could be sensed in the corpse, along with nearly imperceptible hints of something much more out of place.
Malygos was surprised to find even the smallest amount of Life magic weaved into the plague's magical signature, but every examination affirmed that to be the case.
Malygos didn't like it when his enemies did things that didn't make sense. It usually meant that they had done something annoyingly clever and were about to make his life far more difficult than necessary.
Deciding that he needed to look into the matter more closely, Malygos cast a spell that caused the dead mortal's stagnant blood to flow out of the corpse and coalesce into a small floating sphere. Life magic had a tendency to concentrate in blood more than any other types of magic, so Malygos suspected that a careful study of the blood could yield valuable insights.
Ignoring the concerned expressions of his sibling, Malygos focused intently on the sphere of blood as he wove spells to isolate the distinct magical signature. Slowly, Malygos filtered out the necrotic and demonic energies until he was left only with a perplexing sample of Life magic. Not only was it completely out of place with the other forces in the blood, but it was also so pure that it had actually coalesced into a liquid form.
Malygos studied the sample for several more moments before deciding to turn his full attention to the little prophet's report. Alexstrasza knew far more about Life magic than he ever would, so he may as well wait until he had a chance to discuss his observations regarding the plague with her before continuing.
"—rtunately, the Kirin Tor has been more effective than anticipated, but we doubt that will last for much longer," Krivax said through the scrying mirror from his office in Dalaran, referring to illusions being used to hide the Alliance's movements. "Undead Cloud Serpents have been seen scouting our location in increasing numbers, so the Alliance is preparing to begin the next phase of the operation very soon. Likely within the next few hours."
That was within Malygos' expectations. The Lich King's control of Pandaria's coasts, the growing portions of land corrupted by the Sha, and the ongoing war between the natives and the undead meant that there were limited areas for the Alliance to operate undetected.
That the mortals had managed to transfer their forces to Pandaria for several days without being attacked was already a minor miracle.
"That is troubling to hear, but it was always inevitable," Alexstrasza said, her voice tinged with concern yet undeniably steadfast. "What of Krasus? Has he yet managed to make contact with the Wild Gods protecting the mortals of Pandaria?"
Since the enemy was undead, Alexstrasza lacked the usual melancholy that came before they were forced to confront and destroy living creatures, a fact Malygos was grateful for. Alexstrasza was always far more focused and effective when there was nothing holding her back.
"Krasus has been successful in opening dialogue with the August Celestials, particularly Xuen, the White Tiger," Krivax responded, relief evident in his voice. "They seem to be very glad to have assistance against the undead. By all accounts, the Scourge are quickly growing in number and power. The Celestials would not have been able to hold them off forever."
Malygos nodded, somewhat satisfied by the news. Very few Wild Gods could even come close to matching an Aspect in power, but every ally was valuable in a war against the Burning Legion's pet necromancer.
"Good. Then our plan is much more likely to succeed," said Malygos, thinking back to the many weeks he and Archaedas had worked to create an artifact capable of capturing a powerful Dreadlord. "I assume that the mortals we've entrusted with the device are in position?"
"Vizier Hadix and his team are already on Pandaria," Krivax dutifully reported. "They're simply waiting for the assault to begin in earnest before moving forward."
That was good. He had no doubt that things would change soon, but everything seemed to be progressing as planned so far.
For the next several minutes, Malygos listened as the mortal briefed them on a variety of issues, eventually focusing on their preparations to defend against a potential counter-attack.
At first, Malygos hadn't been particularly worried about the Lich King attacking the mortals while he and Alexstrasza were busy assaulting the Isle of Thunder. Even if the Scourge managed to slaughter a few coastal cities, that would hardly be enough to make them a threat against a being as powerful as himself.
However, Malygos had certain suspicions about the plague that gave him pause.
Malygos listened carefully as Krivax detailed the efforts to defend and fortify the most likely targets for the Lich Kings to attack, which included Kul'Tiras, Gilneas, and Stormwind. All three mortal kingdoms had capital cities which could be accessed by the ocean and be the source of plenty of undead soldiers to the Scourge should they fall.
Fortunately, it seemed like the mortals were smart enough to take the threat seriously this time. Krivax had more than a few petty complaints about the ruler of Kul'Tiras being ambivalent toward the Alliance, but it seemed like even their military had been placed on high alert.
Another potential target was the defenseless orcs still in internment camps, but measures had been taken on that front as well.
The fact that his Flight, through the efforts of the Azure Circle of Mages, had improved the deplorable scrying magic of the mortals helped circumstances significantly. It was utterly absurd that the Horde had managed to destroy Stormwind during the First War without anyone noticing, no matter how many minds Neltharion had twisted. Now, any significant attacks on the Alliance would be discovered minutes after it occurred.
When combined with the teams of moderately powerful mortals that Krivax had prepared to respond to the Lich King, it seemed like the mortals were prepared to defend themselves. At least long enough for him to finish his business and return in time to save them from any counterattack.
Oh, how Malygos wished that he could return to sleeping in his lair for decades and leaving the forces of Azeroth to defend themselves.
Malygos continued to listen as Krivax elaborated on the status of the mortal defenses. Eventually, there was nothing else that they needed to hear from the little prophet, so Malygos decided to end the conversation and wait for the next phase of the operation to commence. Just as he was about to do so, Alexstrasza decided to speak up.
"I don't mean to pry, but it's clear to me that something is concerning you," said Alexstrasza, her voice annoyingly empathetic as she spoke to the mortal. "Is everything alright, Vizier Krivax?"
Malygos couldn't help but sigh, resigning himself to having to endure an emotional interlude while they had more important things to discuss. Given that Alexstrasza was fond enough of the mortal to offer him a sliver of her power, it was little surprise that she would be concerned for his well-being.
"Uh, there's nothing wrong with the operation, if that's what you were wondering," Krivax said hesitantly, clearly taken aback. "It's just… I suppose I'm feeling a bit nervous is all. From the moment I reincarnated in this world, the very first thing I worried about was the Lich King. I know that there are greater threats out there, but it was the Scourge who destroyed Azjol-Nerub in the original timeline. It feels… strange to finally reach this moment after so many years of preparation."
Malygos hummed thoughtfully even as Alexstrasza's expression turned sympathetic and she began offering the mortal comfortable platitudes.
From what he knew of the mortal, it made sense that this would feel like a particularly special moment to him. Krivax was quite young, his soul being only a few decades older than his body, so he'd yet to experience the endless cycles of conflict and resolution that Malygos and his kin had grown numb to.
He wasn't normally one to offer comfort, but Malygos couldn't deny that he owed much to the mortal.
Perhaps a more practical accounting of the situation will suffice?, Malygos mused to himself.
"There is little need for you to worry. You've done an adequate job of preparing Azeroth for this moment," said Malygos, interrupting his sibling's comforting words. "Compared to the events that happened in your vision, the Alliance now has the aid of both Azjol-Nerub and the Dragonflights. Not only that, but the Lich King has been denied the luxury of a decade to grow and consolidate their forces on Northrend without intervention. In a direct confrontation, it is the defenders of Azeroth who hold the advantage."
Naturally, there were a few negative changes which Malygos neglected to mention. The Eastern Kingdoms had much less time to recover from the Second War and the kaldorei were much less involved with the rest of Azeroth than they apparently would have been, but those were minor concerns from his perspective.
Saving Malygos from his… declining sanity was of more value than any number of elves.
"Make no mistake, this is not a conflict that will end quickly," Malygos continued, seeing that he had the mortal's full attention. "The Dreadlords know that they are weak and will seek to hide their pet necromancer from us for as long as possible. But you've done all that you can to ensure our plans have the best chance of succeeding. Regardless of what happens, I have no doubt that we will be victorious."
Surprising even to himself, Malygos found that he fully believed his own words. Despite the many sacrifices they had suffered, Azeroth had managed to face and defeat the Burning Legion's endless waves of demons during the War of the Ancients.
Compared to that, what do we have to fear from the Lich King?
Turning his attention back to the conversation, Malygos realized that both Alexstrasza was giving him a knowing, appreciative smile that made him want to growl, while the mortal seemed genuinely reassured.
"Thank you. That's good to hear," said Krivax, his posture relaxing. "I suppose you're right. At this point, I'll just have to trust everyone else to handle things. We're a lot better off than we would have been, and there are many competent people helping out. So, I'm sure everything will be alright."
Seeing that the mortal had been sufficiently reassured, Malygos decided to end the conversation before Alexstrasza could drag it out any longer.
"Indeed. If your confidence regarding our chances of victory should falter in the future, simply remind yourself that you've chosen to fight on the same side as myself," said Malygos, assuming that was the greatest reassurance anyone could ask for. "Now if there's nothing else, there are matters that Alexstrasza and I need time to discuss before our assault on Pandaria."
A strange expression came over Krivax' face that resembled… amusement?
Before Malygos could discern what the mortal found humorous, Krivax composed himself and nodded. "Of course. I will inform you the moment that the Alliance is ready to begin the next phase of the operation. Until then, Lord Malygos. Queen Alexstrasza."
After exchanging a round of farewells, Malygos dispelled the scrying spell with a flick of his wrist. As the scrying mirror grew dark and Malygos was left alone with Alexstrasza, she immediately turned to him with a gaze that was still frustratingly pleased.
"That was quite the speech you gave," said Alexstrasza, her eyes sparking with warmth. "I never knew that you had a talent for encouraging people."
Malygos scoffed, turning his attention back to the crimson sphere floating by his side. "It was merely an observation. We are indeed in a position to prevail against this latest threat. It would be foolish to not acknowledge it."
"Even so, you did a wonderful job of raising Krivax's morale," said Alexstrasza. Her voice was approving, but Malygos could hear a hint of curiosity as well. "It was actually rather surprising. Even before… everything that happened, I wouldn't have expected that from you."
Malygos was both relieved and annoyed with how circumspect Alexstrasza was in mentioning his Flight's near complete destruction by Neltharion and subsequent ten millennia of isolation and madness.
He'd been feeling better recently as he interacted with the remaining members of his Flight, but that period of his life was one that he was attempting to put behind him.
"I'm well aware that I've never been the most pleasant of individuals, but aren't you the one who is always telling me that I should be more courteous?" Malygos asked, turning to his sibling and raising an eyebrow in challenge. "If the little prophet's visions are any indication, then it is clear that Azeroth is going to change rapidly in the near future. Is it so unbelievable that I might wish to try changing with it?"
Malygos had already committed himself to changing, but his conviction to do so had only grown while piecing together the remains of his Flight. So many of them had been left hopelessly adrift while Malygos had stubbornly clung to the past.
There had been many who had attempted to help him, to make him realize that there were still people who were looking to him for leadership and guidance. But in his grief, Malygos had pushed them all away and remained mired in his own sorrow. If he wished to ensure that nothing like that ever happened again, then he needed to adapt and grow.
As loath as he was to admit it, Malygos could stand to be more like Alexstrasza, who had recently suffered the loss of her Prime Consort yet remained steadfast in her duties and compassion.
Though… he could do without emulating her naivete.
"Of course not, brother. I'm relieved to see that you're doing so well," said Alexstrasza, gently placing a hand on his shoulder as she walked to his side. "After everything that has happened, you deserve a chance to be happy. We all do."
For a moment, Malygos decided to simply enjoy this rare instance of peace and companionship with his sibling.
Nobody else on Azeroth could even come close to understanding what he and the other Aspects had endured. Not even the oldest members of their Flights could comprehend the weight of responsibility that Tyr had placed on their shoulders or the world-changing decisions that they had been forced to make.
Malygos was not the most empathetic of dragons, but even he could acknowledge that none of them would still be sane if not for each other.
There were many reasons why Malygos hated the version of himself that Krivax had described on that fateful day in Uldaman, but leaving his siblings behind like Neltharion had done was among the worst.
Unsurprisingly, Malygos was the first to grow uncomfortable and soon found himself directing Alexstrasza's attention to the sample of magical energy that he'd isolated earlier.
"Enough of that. There's something that I would like you to examine," said Malygos, deciding to steer their conversation back to more important matters.
Alexstrasza chuckled knowingly, but obliged and shifted her attention to blood floating by his side.
"What is this, brother?" asked Alexstrasza, studying the orb as her expression grew solemn. "I could feel your concern growing the longer you studied that corpse. Is the Scourge's plague truly so deadly?"
As the Aspect of Life, a magical plague was naturally a matter of great concern to Alexstrasza.
"Before I answer, tell me what you sense when you examine it," said Malygos, deciding that he didn't want to bias his sibling's response. "Does anything about it feel familiar at all?"
Alexstrasza glanced at him with a concerned expression, but she complied without further comment. Her eyes glowed faintly with golden light as she focused on the orb and called on her innate connection to Life magic. Eventually, her eyes widened and she turned to Malygos with a concerned expression.
"It… reminds me of the substance the Keepers once used when they wished to create life," Alexstrasza said hesitantly, confirming Malygos' worst suspicions. "I believe they referred to it as Anima, though I'm not quite certain. I never paid much attention to their methods of creating life since I'm capable of replicating most of their techniques through my own power."
Malygos nodded, frowning as he considered the implications. "Then it is as we feared. Highkeeper Ra has almost certainly fallen under the control of the Scourge. Other than the Keepers, the only other stable supply of Anima on Azeroth is the Forge of Wills in Ulduar. So, that seems to be the most likely conclusion."
As far as Malygos understood, Anima was effectively Life magic in its most concentrated and pure state. Not only was it a vital ingredient in the artificial creation of sapient beings, but it was also the substance which powered the Keepers.
As much as Malygos might malign Archaedas by referring to him as a golem, that was far from the truth. Despite their inorganic nature, Keepers were beings beyond even the most sophisticated of golems that Malygos, or any other mage, had managed to create.
No matter how complex the magic or how valuable the materials used in a golem's construction, nobody had ever come close to replicating the power or intelligence of the Keepers. Malygos had long since concluded that doing so would be impossible without Anima.
Unfortunately, acquiring the substance would be impossible without accessing the Forge of Wills or harvesting it from a Keeper, whose bodies continuously produced the substance.
It was clear to Malygos that the Scourge was studying the substance and attempting to incorporate the knowledge that they gained into their experimental plague. That being the case, it was only logical to conclude that they'd acquired a stable source.
"It seems to be just as Krivax warned," Malygos continued, recalling what the mortal had told them about Lei Shen. It was difficult to believe that a mortal had successfully kept a Keeper imprisoned in their palace, but the evidence was undeniable. "If Keeper Ra was found in a vulnerable state, then it's possible that the Scourge has already corrupted him and turned him against us."
Malygos was suddenly quite glad that Alexstrasza wasn't being forced to attend to other duties like the rest of his siblings. Highkeeper Ra was among the more powerful of the Keepers when it came to combat, inferior only to Tyr and Odyn.
Malygos would have likely still won such a confrontation even if he was alone, but having Alexstrasza by his side would be a great help. After all, only a fool or someone seeking death would participate in a battle without giving themselves every possible advantage.
Alexstrasza sighed deeply, her eyes tinged with sorrow. "That is a grim prospect, but it was a possibility that we had already acknowledged during our previous discussions. We will face Highkeeper Ra together should the worst have come to pass. However, I'm much more concerned about the possible inclusion of Anima into a magical plague. It is difficult to predict what may come of such profane experiments."
Malygos had similar difficulty imagining what might come of it, as he knew little about Anima. The Keepers were the only ones who truly understood the secrets of the Titans, and they weren't fond of sharing more than the bare minimum.
Malygos made a reminder to himself that they would need to consult with Archaedas for his knowledge of Anima, but that would need to wait for a more appropriate time.
He and Alexstrasza spent the next several hours studying the plague and learning what they could from it.
Unfortunately, they were only able to discover that the plague was unnaturally virulent and resistant to Life-based healing magic. In addition, Alexstrasza noticed some similarities to a disease from Draenor which the native referred to as the Red Pox.
Her Flight had apparently made particular note of the disease after learning that the Horde had used a modified version against the draenei.
After determining that they couldn't learn anymore with such a small sample, the two of them began discussing how they would approach a confrontation with Highkeeper Ra.
They momentarily considered calling for Archaedas to participate in their assault on the Isle of Thunder, but decided against it. Archaedas specialized in the creation and maintenance of Titan facilities, and would be of limited usefulness in a violent confrontation.
By the time Krivax finally contacted them and reported that it was time for them to begin their assault, Malygos felt like they had devised a decent enough strategy. After they received the message, he and Alexstrasza immediately made their way over to the already prepared ritual site in the corner of his lair.
The Scourge had erected fairly comprehensive defenses around the island preventing access via spatial magic, so they couldn't teleport directly into the enemy stronghold. That being the case, Malygos would be teleporting them to the island's periphery before then breaching the Scourge's defenses and opening a portal for their Flight's awaiting forces.
It was a simple plan, but the overwhelming power of two Aspects made complicated plans unnecessary.
"I suppose that it's time for this again," Alexstrasza said bitterly as Malygos slowly pushed his magic into the arcane glyphs surrounding them. "Although, I suppose I can't truly complain. Even by our standards, it's been quite a while since our last major conflict."
Malygos made no comment as he quietly focused on completing the spell. Before long, the ritual began to activate and he found images of their destination being conjured in his mind. It was a rather unremarkable spot several hundred feet into the air near the Isle of Thunder.
With a simple flex of his will, the two of them appeared high above the Isle of Thunder and simultaneously shed their mortal guises before regarding the soon-to-be target of their wrath.
Unsurprisingly, the Scourge had done an effective job of fortifying the Isle of Thunder.
Several spires emanating necromantic magic had been erected across the island, bolstering the undead troops and sustaining wards that would alert their leadership to any intrusion. Undead of all shapes and sizes moved constantly across the island as they transported materials to aid in the construction of fortifications.
Skeletal cloud serpents flew through the air as they patrolled the stormy skies, while the coasts around the island teamed with undead more suited for the seas. Those would likely be the most troublesome for the Dragonflights to deal with, as there was little stopping them from retreating further away from the island and harassing the occupying force at their leisure.
Malygos had yet to develop an effective way to deal with aquatic enemies, but that was not their main objective for this assault.
Instead, he and Alexstrasza would be focused on securing the sprawling citadel that could be seen in the center of the island, even from such a distance. The Throne of Thunder was one of the more impressive mortal palaces that Malygos had seen in his long life, surpassed only by the few created during the heights of the Kaldorei and Zandalari Empires.
It was all very formidable, and would be nearly impossible for a mortal force to assault without suffering immense casualties.
How unfortunate for the Scourge that they were facing two Aspects.
"I'll concentrate on destroying the pylons," Malygos announced, glancing at his sibling. "You should focus on clearing a space of undead for the portal. Once our Flights are granted access to the island, we can focus our attention on the citadel before the Scourge's leadership can muster a response."
Alexstrasza nodded, her eyes fierce as she gazed at the looming fortress and the hordes of undead guarding it. "Agreed. The quicker we disable their defenses and summon our Flights, the sooner we can end this and cleanse Azeroth of their taint."
Malygos turned his attention back to his target, arcs of arcane energies crackling across his iridescent scales as he prepared to unleash his power. "Then let's not waste any more time."
With that, the two Aspects dove toward the Isle of Thunder, their massive forms leaving behind a trail of magic as hurtled through the sky like twin meteors. Each of them was completely focused, ready to fulfill their roles as guardians of Azeroth.
The undead reacted instantly as Malygos and Alexstrasza passed through the wards surrounding the island, rushing in the general direction of the intrusion with complete lack of fear. This only made it easier for Alexstrasza as she flew above the coast and unleashed a wave of vermillion flames, sweeping away any undead in her path and purifying the land beneath her of necromantic magic.
Malygos ignored his sibling as she landed in the center of a Scourge fort and roared so loudly that it could likely be heard for miles around, focused entirely on his own task. Deciding there was no need for any complex spells, Malygos channeled his immense arcane energies in a beam of concentrated power as he flew over one of the pylons.
The structure withstood his attack for several seconds longer than he expected, but eventually exploded in a shower of debris that rained down below. Without a moment's pause, he moved on to the next one with the intent of destroying them all as quickly as possible.
At the same time, Alexstrasza effortlessly cleaved through dozens of undead with a sweep of her tail, obliterating their bodies beyond what necromancy could animate.
The Scourge attacked them both with everything they could possibly muster, from hails of arrows to modified siege weapons that launched foul alchemical filled with dark magic. Even the very skies seemed to turn against them as lightning fell down upon them from the magical storm above the island.
The attacks were so strong that even they began to sustain minor injuries, but it wasn't far from enough to prevent them from fulfilling their objectives.
With each passing moment, the Scourge's defenses fell one by one. The pylons shattered under Malygos' relentless onslaught, their magical energies dissipating into the atmosphere. Alexstrasza's cleansing fire left entire swaths of land free from undead, her Life magic anathema to their twisted existence. Lightning continued to rain down on them from above with increasing frequency, but Malygos was soon able to conjure an arcane barrier above them that deflected the onslaught.
Malygos was able to trace the source of the storm's power back to the Throne of Thunder, and knew that none of them would have peace until they secured the citadel in its entirety.
Eventually, Alexstrasza succeeded in carving out a massive clearing, leaving it completely devoid of any undead and covered with patches of newly grown vegetation left behind by her flames. At the same time, Malygos destroyed the last of the pylons, effectively neutralizing the magical wards that protected the island.
Without wasting a moment, Malygos landed next to Alexstrasza and began the next phase of their plan. The members of their Flights ready to participate in their assault were all gathered and waiting at the Wyrmrest Temple, where the most skilled members of the Blue Dragonflight were prepared to assist in the creation of a semi-permanent portal.
With so many powerful mages working toward the same goal, it hardly took any time at all before a violet gateway began to manifest before Malygos. The portal shimmered into existence, revealing legions of armored Drakonids and Dragonspawn that quickly began streaming through, weapons at the ready as they moved to secure the island.
The older and more experienced dragons took to the air the moment they passed through the portal, engaging in combat with any aerial undead who might threaten the advance of their ground troops. Although it had been many millennia since the Dragonflights had truly gone to war, Malygos found himself somewhat satisfied by the coordination of their forces.
There were many places where they could improve, but that would come with time.
Malygos would have preferred to spend his time studying the effectiveness of their Flights, but the magical lightning assaulting their position showed no signs of stopping, and even he could not maintain a barrier in perpetuity.
The Scourge's ability to attack them constantly with such powerful lightning only made him more confident that Highkeeper Ra had fallen into their grasp.
After all, there was a reason that Ra had been referred to as the Keeper of Storms.
Malygos had no desire to be pushed to exhaustion before he faced such a formidable opponent, so he turned to Alexstrasza and with a mutual nod, they spread their wings and began flying toward the Throne of Thunder.
Both of them steeled themselves, preparing for the battle ahead with the knowledge of how much was at stake.
Securing the Throne of Thunder was one of the most important steps that they needed to achieve if they wished to defeat the Scourge on Pandaria. The only other mission of equal importance was the one being made by the mortals to capture one of the Dreadlords.
Should they succeed in both, then gained a massive advantage in this war before the Lich King could accumulate enough power to become a threat to Azeroth.
Malygos had no idea if the mortals would succeed in their objectives, but he had no intention of failing his.
Hidden beneath an invisibility spell, Krivax watched from atop a hill overlooking the battlefield as the Alliance experienced their first clash with the Scourge.
The Alliance had managed to establish a sizable base of operations before they were inevitably discovered by the Scourge several hours ago. Many lines of fortifications had been hastily erected, nerubian efficiency allowing the Alliance to build more robust defenses than one would expect in such a short time.
Several large trenches dug by jormungars had significantly dulled the first wave of undead, the creatures being destroyed by the hundreds as they were blown apart by the dwarvish bombs, gnomish landmines, or magical traps that filled them. Those that hadn't been destroyed by the traps had found themselves trampled by their fellow undead, until all of the trenches were eventually filled by corpses.
Once the Scourge passed the first wave of defenses, they were then met by a steady stream of ranged attacks from the Alliance. Kirin Tor mages sent torrents of fire into the approaching undead, nerubian Viziers turned large swaths of the earth into mud, and a barrage of gunfire tore through the ranks of the Scourge like a scythe through wheat.
In the air, elite nerubian Lifeweavers along with several dragonhawk riders and gryphon riders battled with the undead cloud serpents. Those on the ground helped out in the aerial melee by shooting bullets and missiles whenever one of the cloud serpents got too low to the ground. Krivax observed a Lifeweaver equipped with specialist enchanted armor effortlessly hack off the arm of a cloud serpent in a single pass before swooping back down to impale it through the head with his spear.
It was a formidable display of firepower that offered Krivax a glimpse of how they could have survived against the Scourge in the original timeline.
Equally clear, however, was why the Scourge was such a serious threat that the entirety of Azeroth would need to rise against it. Relentlessly charging up the cliff upon which the Alliance had constructed their base, the Scourge moved on unyieldingly.
Unless their bodies were dismantled completely or an attack managed to destroy their heads, the undead simply ignored minor inconveniences such as bullet wounds or missing limbs. Even with the Alliance's impressive powers, it was the Guardians of Nerub and the Knights of the Silver Hand who were most effective at holding back the ravenous undead.
Anub'rekhan in particular was a terror on the battlefield, glowing brightly with the Light as he burrowed his scythe-like arms into a sea giant and tore the undead in half with a single, fluid motion.
Overall, Krivax found himself confident that the Alliance would be able to successfully withstand this assault despite the Scourge's relentless advance. The Alliance had chosen to construct their base in a location that was both rather defensible and quite far from the bulk of the Scourge forces.
Given that it had only been a few hours since the Alliance was discovered, the enemy commander had almost certainly been caught off guard and decided to attack with whatever forces they could gather. Coupled with the ongoing attack on the Isle of Thunder, he had a feeling that the Scourge leadership wasn't having a particularly good day.
Krivax would normally be doing what he could to help in a battle like this one, but that was not currently his role.
He had two primary reasons to be on Pandaria, the first of which was his normal diplomatic duty of negotiating with the natives. It was good that Krasus had successfully made contact with Xuen and the Shado-Pan, but there were certain things that he simply lacked the political authority to handle.
Naturally, any such negotiations would need to wait until a later point when the Scourge had been pushed back and the Alliance had fully established themselves.
However, it was Krivax's second objective which held much more importance.
"Come now, apprentice," said Vizier Hadix, his stern voice cutting through Krivax's thoughts. "I believe you've watched for long enough. The Scourge's numbers are already beginning to diminish, so there's nothing left here to see. We must leave soon if we are to reach the Dreadlord's most likely location in any reasonable time."
Krivax turned his attention away from the battlefield and looked to the other people also being hidden by an invisibility spell. When Krivax had first gone to Malygos and expressed his desire to capture a Dreadlord, they had spent a significant amount of time going over the specifics.
Although Malygos could easily overpower any of the Dreadlords controlling the Lich King, preventing such paranoid and cunning demons from escaping was no simple task. At the slightest sign of someone like Malygos approaching them, the demon would undoubtedly teleport away and cover themselves with countless layers of anti-scrying spells.
To prevent this, they had come up with two solutions. First, Malygos and Archaedas had created a powerful artifact that would apparently completely restrict the Dreadlord from escaping. Not only would it prevent any teleportation, but it would even capture any untethered souls in its vicinity.
That way, they could simply kill the Dreadlord without allowing it to return to the Twisting Nether. Something about the artifact's construction did mean that they needed the assistance of Ironaya to activate it, but Krivax wasn't going to complain about a Titanic Watcher helping out.
Secondly, Malygos would quite visibly be showing himself on the Isle of Thunder, far away from the Dreadlord commanding the Scourge on mainland Pandaria.
While they hadn't narrowed down the exact location of their target, simple deductive reasoning had been enough to get a decent idea of the demon's general location. Even with magic, the Dreadlord had to be relatively close to the bulk of the Scourge forces to lead them effectively, which excluded the Throne of Thunder.
That being the case, the Dreadlord would very likely be in the largest and most defensible Scourge location on the mainland. Malygos had also noticed a distinct bloodthirstiness in their strategies during his observation of Pandaria, so the demon would likely wish to be close to the fighting anyway.
It was this ambiguity in the Dreadlord's location that led Krivax to join the mission when he'd much rather be organizing things with the A.D.F. Aside from Alexstrasza herself, there were very few people who could match his innate sensing abilities. Even most members of the Red Dragonflight couldn't sense Life magic with his degree of clarity.
So long as he got close enough, Krivax would be able to instantly lead the team to the Dreadlord's exact location.
The rest of the team had also been chosen for similarly specific reasons, ensuring that they would have the best chance of delving into the heart of enemy territory and living to tell the tale.
"Alright. I suppose you're right. It would be best if we finished this as quickly as possible," said Krivax.
With a nod, Hadix called for everyone to gather around before beginning to cast a teleportation spell. They would need to travel on foot under an invisibility spell once they were closer to their destination, but there was little sense in them traveling for what would be days unnecessarily.
With a final glance to the battlefield, Krivax resolved himself for the mission ahead as the familiar feeling of the teleportation spell pulled him to lands teaming with nothing but the undead.
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Even for someone as skilled with magic as himself, such magic came with distinct risks. His history of… minor mental instability only aggravated those risks to unacceptable. However, temporary moments like these, when he needed to simultaneously attend to multiple important tasks, made him grateful to have such abilities at his disposal.
Currently, Malygos had a rare guest in his lair in the form of Alexstrasza. The two of them were wearing their mortal guises as they listened to Krivax deliver a report on the ongoing mortal operations in Pandaria.
The operation was in its preliminary stages, with the Alliance gradually transferring personnel to the continent via portal and establishing a base of operations on the continent. This stage would last until the Alliance's actions were discovered by the enemy, at which point they would transition into a full assault.
Once that happened, Malygos and Alexstrasza would then lead an assault by the Dragonflights on the Scourge's stronghold on the Isle of Thunder. A multi-pronged attack was the best way to utilize their element of surprise, as their enemy should have little to no warning that they'd managed to bypass Pandaria's concealments.
This was why the two of them were currently waiting in Malygos' lair. Teleporting two people to a precise location several thousand miles away was already a difficult task. When you included the general interference being caused by the growing Void corruption in Pandaria and a lack of familiarity with the destination, even the Aspect of Magic needed to prepare a ritual in the corner of his lair.
He and Alexstrasza were fully prepared to begin the assault at a moment's notice.
Malygos had to admit that he was somewhat looking forward to the matter. It had been a long time since Azeroth had borne witness to the full might of a Dragonflight. Those green-skinned mortals had surrendered far too quickly for his liking, after all.
This was a… convenient opportunity to give the world a reminder of who exactly they were dealing with.
However, that wasn't the only matter which demanded his attention at this moment.
In the portion of his lair where he kept the majority of his enchanted instruments, Malygos was engrossed in his work. These devices, arrayed with meticulous care, served to analyze and gauge various magical phenomena.
One particular device was levitating the body of a female pandaren, who had been killed by the Scourge, steadily in the air before him. Malygos wouldn't normally look twice at a dead mortal, but the manner in which this one had been killed grew more concerning the longer he studied it.
Not only was the corpse covered in crimson pustules that seeped a watery red fluid, but it was also twisted and deformed in an unnatural manner. Despite being magically preserved only a few moments after death, the mortal's fur was already matted and falling out in clumps, revealing discolored skin showing signs of advanced necrosis. Its snout was elongated and pulled back in a silent snarl, revealing more teeth than pandaren should possess, while its limbs were knotted and gnarled like the roots of a diseased tree.
Malygos had long since been aware that the Lich King and the demons controlling them could potentially make use of magical diseases. Krivax's description of the so-called Plague of Undeath that turned mortals directly into undead had made that perfectly clear.
However, Malygos' analysis of the matter had determined that the creation of such a terrible affliction would have taken even the Lich King significant time to perfect. Studying the corpse made it clear to him that those efforts were further along than Malygos had anticipated. Traces of both demonic and necromantic magic could be sensed in the corpse, along with nearly imperceptible hints of something much more out of place.
Malygos was surprised to find even the smallest amount of Life magic weaved into the plague's magical signature, but every examination affirmed that to be the case.
Malygos didn't like it when his enemies did things that didn't make sense. It usually meant that they had done something annoyingly clever and were about to make his life far more difficult than necessary.
Deciding that he needed to look into the matter more closely, Malygos cast a spell that caused the dead mortal's stagnant blood to flow out of the corpse and coalesce into a small floating sphere. Life magic had a tendency to concentrate in blood more than any other types of magic, so Malygos suspected that a careful study of the blood could yield valuable insights.
Ignoring the concerned expressions of his sibling, Malygos focused intently on the sphere of blood as he wove spells to isolate the distinct magical signature. Slowly, Malygos filtered out the necrotic and demonic energies until he was left only with a perplexing sample of Life magic. Not only was it completely out of place with the other forces in the blood, but it was also so pure that it had actually coalesced into a liquid form.
Malygos studied the sample for several more moments before deciding to turn his full attention to the little prophet's report. Alexstrasza knew far more about Life magic than he ever would, so he may as well wait until he had a chance to discuss his observations regarding the plague with her before continuing.
"—rtunately, the Kirin Tor has been more effective than anticipated, but we doubt that will last for much longer," Krivax said through the scrying mirror from his office in Dalaran, referring to illusions being used to hide the Alliance's movements. "Undead Cloud Serpents have been seen scouting our location in increasing numbers, so the Alliance is preparing to begin the next phase of the operation very soon. Likely within the next few hours."
That was within Malygos' expectations. The Lich King's control of Pandaria's coasts, the growing portions of land corrupted by the Sha, and the ongoing war between the natives and the undead meant that there were limited areas for the Alliance to operate undetected.
That the mortals had managed to transfer their forces to Pandaria for several days without being attacked was already a minor miracle.
"That is troubling to hear, but it was always inevitable," Alexstrasza said, her voice tinged with concern yet undeniably steadfast. "What of Krasus? Has he yet managed to make contact with the Wild Gods protecting the mortals of Pandaria?"
Since the enemy was undead, Alexstrasza lacked the usual melancholy that came before they were forced to confront and destroy living creatures, a fact Malygos was grateful for. Alexstrasza was always far more focused and effective when there was nothing holding her back.
"Krasus has been successful in opening dialogue with the August Celestials, particularly Xuen, the White Tiger," Krivax responded, relief evident in his voice. "They seem to be very glad to have assistance against the undead. By all accounts, the Scourge are quickly growing in number and power. The Celestials would not have been able to hold them off forever."
Malygos nodded, somewhat satisfied by the news. Very few Wild Gods could even come close to matching an Aspect in power, but every ally was valuable in a war against the Burning Legion's pet necromancer.
"Good. Then our plan is much more likely to succeed," said Malygos, thinking back to the many weeks he and Archaedas had worked to create an artifact capable of capturing a powerful Dreadlord. "I assume that the mortals we've entrusted with the device are in position?"
"Vizier Hadix and his team are already on Pandaria," Krivax dutifully reported. "They're simply waiting for the assault to begin in earnest before moving forward."
That was good. He had no doubt that things would change soon, but everything seemed to be progressing as planned so far.
For the next several minutes, Malygos listened as the mortal briefed them on a variety of issues, eventually focusing on their preparations to defend against a potential counter-attack.
At first, Malygos hadn't been particularly worried about the Lich King attacking the mortals while he and Alexstrasza were busy assaulting the Isle of Thunder. Even if the Scourge managed to slaughter a few coastal cities, that would hardly be enough to make them a threat against a being as powerful as himself.
However, Malygos had certain suspicions about the plague that gave him pause.
Malygos listened carefully as Krivax detailed the efforts to defend and fortify the most likely targets for the Lich Kings to attack, which included Kul'Tiras, Gilneas, and Stormwind. All three mortal kingdoms had capital cities which could be accessed by the ocean and be the source of plenty of undead soldiers to the Scourge should they fall.
Fortunately, it seemed like the mortals were smart enough to take the threat seriously this time. Krivax had more than a few petty complaints about the ruler of Kul'Tiras being ambivalent toward the Alliance, but it seemed like even their military had been placed on high alert.
Another potential target was the defenseless orcs still in internment camps, but measures had been taken on that front as well.
The fact that his Flight, through the efforts of the Azure Circle of Mages, had improved the deplorable scrying magic of the mortals helped circumstances significantly. It was utterly absurd that the Horde had managed to destroy Stormwind during the First War without anyone noticing, no matter how many minds Neltharion had twisted. Now, any significant attacks on the Alliance would be discovered minutes after it occurred.
When combined with the teams of moderately powerful mortals that Krivax had prepared to respond to the Lich King, it seemed like the mortals were prepared to defend themselves. At least long enough for him to finish his business and return in time to save them from any counterattack.
Oh, how Malygos wished that he could return to sleeping in his lair for decades and leaving the forces of Azeroth to defend themselves.
Malygos continued to listen as Krivax elaborated on the status of the mortal defenses. Eventually, there was nothing else that they needed to hear from the little prophet, so Malygos decided to end the conversation and wait for the next phase of the operation to commence. Just as he was about to do so, Alexstrasza decided to speak up.
"I don't mean to pry, but it's clear to me that something is concerning you," said Alexstrasza, her voice annoyingly empathetic as she spoke to the mortal. "Is everything alright, Vizier Krivax?"
Malygos couldn't help but sigh, resigning himself to having to endure an emotional interlude while they had more important things to discuss. Given that Alexstrasza was fond enough of the mortal to offer him a sliver of her power, it was little surprise that she would be concerned for his well-being.
"Uh, there's nothing wrong with the operation, if that's what you were wondering," Krivax said hesitantly, clearly taken aback. "It's just… I suppose I'm feeling a bit nervous is all. From the moment I reincarnated in this world, the very first thing I worried about was the Lich King. I know that there are greater threats out there, but it was the Scourge who destroyed Azjol-Nerub in the original timeline. It feels… strange to finally reach this moment after so many years of preparation."
Malygos hummed thoughtfully even as Alexstrasza's expression turned sympathetic and she began offering the mortal comfortable platitudes.
From what he knew of the mortal, it made sense that this would feel like a particularly special moment to him. Krivax was quite young, his soul being only a few decades older than his body, so he'd yet to experience the endless cycles of conflict and resolution that Malygos and his kin had grown numb to.
He wasn't normally one to offer comfort, but Malygos couldn't deny that he owed much to the mortal.
Perhaps a more practical accounting of the situation will suffice?, Malygos mused to himself.
"There is little need for you to worry. You've done an adequate job of preparing Azeroth for this moment," said Malygos, interrupting his sibling's comforting words. "Compared to the events that happened in your vision, the Alliance now has the aid of both Azjol-Nerub and the Dragonflights. Not only that, but the Lich King has been denied the luxury of a decade to grow and consolidate their forces on Northrend without intervention. In a direct confrontation, it is the defenders of Azeroth who hold the advantage."
Naturally, there were a few negative changes which Malygos neglected to mention. The Eastern Kingdoms had much less time to recover from the Second War and the kaldorei were much less involved with the rest of Azeroth than they apparently would have been, but those were minor concerns from his perspective.
Saving Malygos from his… declining sanity was of more value than any number of elves.
"Make no mistake, this is not a conflict that will end quickly," Malygos continued, seeing that he had the mortal's full attention. "The Dreadlords know that they are weak and will seek to hide their pet necromancer from us for as long as possible. But you've done all that you can to ensure our plans have the best chance of succeeding. Regardless of what happens, I have no doubt that we will be victorious."
Surprising even to himself, Malygos found that he fully believed his own words. Despite the many sacrifices they had suffered, Azeroth had managed to face and defeat the Burning Legion's endless waves of demons during the War of the Ancients.
Compared to that, what do we have to fear from the Lich King?
Turning his attention back to the conversation, Malygos realized that both Alexstrasza was giving him a knowing, appreciative smile that made him want to growl, while the mortal seemed genuinely reassured.
"Thank you. That's good to hear," said Krivax, his posture relaxing. "I suppose you're right. At this point, I'll just have to trust everyone else to handle things. We're a lot better off than we would have been, and there are many competent people helping out. So, I'm sure everything will be alright."
Seeing that the mortal had been sufficiently reassured, Malygos decided to end the conversation before Alexstrasza could drag it out any longer.
"Indeed. If your confidence regarding our chances of victory should falter in the future, simply remind yourself that you've chosen to fight on the same side as myself," said Malygos, assuming that was the greatest reassurance anyone could ask for. "Now if there's nothing else, there are matters that Alexstrasza and I need time to discuss before our assault on Pandaria."
A strange expression came over Krivax' face that resembled… amusement?
Before Malygos could discern what the mortal found humorous, Krivax composed himself and nodded. "Of course. I will inform you the moment that the Alliance is ready to begin the next phase of the operation. Until then, Lord Malygos. Queen Alexstrasza."
After exchanging a round of farewells, Malygos dispelled the scrying spell with a flick of his wrist. As the scrying mirror grew dark and Malygos was left alone with Alexstrasza, she immediately turned to him with a gaze that was still frustratingly pleased.
"That was quite the speech you gave," said Alexstrasza, her eyes sparking with warmth. "I never knew that you had a talent for encouraging people."
Malygos scoffed, turning his attention back to the crimson sphere floating by his side. "It was merely an observation. We are indeed in a position to prevail against this latest threat. It would be foolish to not acknowledge it."
"Even so, you did a wonderful job of raising Krivax's morale," said Alexstrasza. Her voice was approving, but Malygos could hear a hint of curiosity as well. "It was actually rather surprising. Even before… everything that happened, I wouldn't have expected that from you."
Malygos was both relieved and annoyed with how circumspect Alexstrasza was in mentioning his Flight's near complete destruction by Neltharion and subsequent ten millennia of isolation and madness.
He'd been feeling better recently as he interacted with the remaining members of his Flight, but that period of his life was one that he was attempting to put behind him.
"I'm well aware that I've never been the most pleasant of individuals, but aren't you the one who is always telling me that I should be more courteous?" Malygos asked, turning to his sibling and raising an eyebrow in challenge. "If the little prophet's visions are any indication, then it is clear that Azeroth is going to change rapidly in the near future. Is it so unbelievable that I might wish to try changing with it?"
Malygos had already committed himself to changing, but his conviction to do so had only grown while piecing together the remains of his Flight. So many of them had been left hopelessly adrift while Malygos had stubbornly clung to the past.
There had been many who had attempted to help him, to make him realize that there were still people who were looking to him for leadership and guidance. But in his grief, Malygos had pushed them all away and remained mired in his own sorrow. If he wished to ensure that nothing like that ever happened again, then he needed to adapt and grow.
As loath as he was to admit it, Malygos could stand to be more like Alexstrasza, who had recently suffered the loss of her Prime Consort yet remained steadfast in her duties and compassion.
Though… he could do without emulating her naivete.
"Of course not, brother. I'm relieved to see that you're doing so well," said Alexstrasza, gently placing a hand on his shoulder as she walked to his side. "After everything that has happened, you deserve a chance to be happy. We all do."
For a moment, Malygos decided to simply enjoy this rare instance of peace and companionship with his sibling.
Nobody else on Azeroth could even come close to understanding what he and the other Aspects had endured. Not even the oldest members of their Flights could comprehend the weight of responsibility that Tyr had placed on their shoulders or the world-changing decisions that they had been forced to make.
Malygos was not the most empathetic of dragons, but even he could acknowledge that none of them would still be sane if not for each other.
There were many reasons why Malygos hated the version of himself that Krivax had described on that fateful day in Uldaman, but leaving his siblings behind like Neltharion had done was among the worst.
Unsurprisingly, Malygos was the first to grow uncomfortable and soon found himself directing Alexstrasza's attention to the sample of magical energy that he'd isolated earlier.
"Enough of that. There's something that I would like you to examine," said Malygos, deciding to steer their conversation back to more important matters.
Alexstrasza chuckled knowingly, but obliged and shifted her attention to blood floating by his side.
"What is this, brother?" asked Alexstrasza, studying the orb as her expression grew solemn. "I could feel your concern growing the longer you studied that corpse. Is the Scourge's plague truly so deadly?"
As the Aspect of Life, a magical plague was naturally a matter of great concern to Alexstrasza.
"Before I answer, tell me what you sense when you examine it," said Malygos, deciding that he didn't want to bias his sibling's response. "Does anything about it feel familiar at all?"
Alexstrasza glanced at him with a concerned expression, but she complied without further comment. Her eyes glowed faintly with golden light as she focused on the orb and called on her innate connection to Life magic. Eventually, her eyes widened and she turned to Malygos with a concerned expression.
"It… reminds me of the substance the Keepers once used when they wished to create life," Alexstrasza said hesitantly, confirming Malygos' worst suspicions. "I believe they referred to it as Anima, though I'm not quite certain. I never paid much attention to their methods of creating life since I'm capable of replicating most of their techniques through my own power."
Malygos nodded, frowning as he considered the implications. "Then it is as we feared. Highkeeper Ra has almost certainly fallen under the control of the Scourge. Other than the Keepers, the only other stable supply of Anima on Azeroth is the Forge of Wills in Ulduar. So, that seems to be the most likely conclusion."
As far as Malygos understood, Anima was effectively Life magic in its most concentrated and pure state. Not only was it a vital ingredient in the artificial creation of sapient beings, but it was also the substance which powered the Keepers.
As much as Malygos might malign Archaedas by referring to him as a golem, that was far from the truth. Despite their inorganic nature, Keepers were beings beyond even the most sophisticated of golems that Malygos, or any other mage, had managed to create.
No matter how complex the magic or how valuable the materials used in a golem's construction, nobody had ever come close to replicating the power or intelligence of the Keepers. Malygos had long since concluded that doing so would be impossible without Anima.
Unfortunately, acquiring the substance would be impossible without accessing the Forge of Wills or harvesting it from a Keeper, whose bodies continuously produced the substance.
It was clear to Malygos that the Scourge was studying the substance and attempting to incorporate the knowledge that they gained into their experimental plague. That being the case, it was only logical to conclude that they'd acquired a stable source.
"It seems to be just as Krivax warned," Malygos continued, recalling what the mortal had told them about Lei Shen. It was difficult to believe that a mortal had successfully kept a Keeper imprisoned in their palace, but the evidence was undeniable. "If Keeper Ra was found in a vulnerable state, then it's possible that the Scourge has already corrupted him and turned him against us."
Malygos was suddenly quite glad that Alexstrasza wasn't being forced to attend to other duties like the rest of his siblings. Highkeeper Ra was among the more powerful of the Keepers when it came to combat, inferior only to Tyr and Odyn.
Malygos would have likely still won such a confrontation even if he was alone, but having Alexstrasza by his side would be a great help. After all, only a fool or someone seeking death would participate in a battle without giving themselves every possible advantage.
Alexstrasza sighed deeply, her eyes tinged with sorrow. "That is a grim prospect, but it was a possibility that we had already acknowledged during our previous discussions. We will face Highkeeper Ra together should the worst have come to pass. However, I'm much more concerned about the possible inclusion of Anima into a magical plague. It is difficult to predict what may come of such profane experiments."
Malygos had similar difficulty imagining what might come of it, as he knew little about Anima. The Keepers were the only ones who truly understood the secrets of the Titans, and they weren't fond of sharing more than the bare minimum.
Malygos made a reminder to himself that they would need to consult with Archaedas for his knowledge of Anima, but that would need to wait for a more appropriate time.
He and Alexstrasza spent the next several hours studying the plague and learning what they could from it.
Unfortunately, they were only able to discover that the plague was unnaturally virulent and resistant to Life-based healing magic. In addition, Alexstrasza noticed some similarities to a disease from Draenor which the native referred to as the Red Pox.
Her Flight had apparently made particular note of the disease after learning that the Horde had used a modified version against the draenei.
After determining that they couldn't learn anymore with such a small sample, the two of them began discussing how they would approach a confrontation with Highkeeper Ra.
They momentarily considered calling for Archaedas to participate in their assault on the Isle of Thunder, but decided against it. Archaedas specialized in the creation and maintenance of Titan facilities, and would be of limited usefulness in a violent confrontation.
By the time Krivax finally contacted them and reported that it was time for them to begin their assault, Malygos felt like they had devised a decent enough strategy. After they received the message, he and Alexstrasza immediately made their way over to the already prepared ritual site in the corner of his lair.
The Scourge had erected fairly comprehensive defenses around the island preventing access via spatial magic, so they couldn't teleport directly into the enemy stronghold. That being the case, Malygos would be teleporting them to the island's periphery before then breaching the Scourge's defenses and opening a portal for their Flight's awaiting forces.
It was a simple plan, but the overwhelming power of two Aspects made complicated plans unnecessary.
"I suppose that it's time for this again," Alexstrasza said bitterly as Malygos slowly pushed his magic into the arcane glyphs surrounding them. "Although, I suppose I can't truly complain. Even by our standards, it's been quite a while since our last major conflict."
Malygos made no comment as he quietly focused on completing the spell. Before long, the ritual began to activate and he found images of their destination being conjured in his mind. It was a rather unremarkable spot several hundred feet into the air near the Isle of Thunder.
With a simple flex of his will, the two of them appeared high above the Isle of Thunder and simultaneously shed their mortal guises before regarding the soon-to-be target of their wrath.
Unsurprisingly, the Scourge had done an effective job of fortifying the Isle of Thunder.
Several spires emanating necromantic magic had been erected across the island, bolstering the undead troops and sustaining wards that would alert their leadership to any intrusion. Undead of all shapes and sizes moved constantly across the island as they transported materials to aid in the construction of fortifications.
Skeletal cloud serpents flew through the air as they patrolled the stormy skies, while the coasts around the island teamed with undead more suited for the seas. Those would likely be the most troublesome for the Dragonflights to deal with, as there was little stopping them from retreating further away from the island and harassing the occupying force at their leisure.
Malygos had yet to develop an effective way to deal with aquatic enemies, but that was not their main objective for this assault.
Instead, he and Alexstrasza would be focused on securing the sprawling citadel that could be seen in the center of the island, even from such a distance. The Throne of Thunder was one of the more impressive mortal palaces that Malygos had seen in his long life, surpassed only by the few created during the heights of the Kaldorei and Zandalari Empires.
It was all very formidable, and would be nearly impossible for a mortal force to assault without suffering immense casualties.
How unfortunate for the Scourge that they were facing two Aspects.
"I'll concentrate on destroying the pylons," Malygos announced, glancing at his sibling. "You should focus on clearing a space of undead for the portal. Once our Flights are granted access to the island, we can focus our attention on the citadel before the Scourge's leadership can muster a response."
Alexstrasza nodded, her eyes fierce as she gazed at the looming fortress and the hordes of undead guarding it. "Agreed. The quicker we disable their defenses and summon our Flights, the sooner we can end this and cleanse Azeroth of their taint."
Malygos turned his attention back to his target, arcs of arcane energies crackling across his iridescent scales as he prepared to unleash his power. "Then let's not waste any more time."
With that, the two Aspects dove toward the Isle of Thunder, their massive forms leaving behind a trail of magic as hurtled through the sky like twin meteors. Each of them was completely focused, ready to fulfill their roles as guardians of Azeroth.
The undead reacted instantly as Malygos and Alexstrasza passed through the wards surrounding the island, rushing in the general direction of the intrusion with complete lack of fear. This only made it easier for Alexstrasza as she flew above the coast and unleashed a wave of vermillion flames, sweeping away any undead in her path and purifying the land beneath her of necromantic magic.
Malygos ignored his sibling as she landed in the center of a Scourge fort and roared so loudly that it could likely be heard for miles around, focused entirely on his own task. Deciding there was no need for any complex spells, Malygos channeled his immense arcane energies in a beam of concentrated power as he flew over one of the pylons.
The structure withstood his attack for several seconds longer than he expected, but eventually exploded in a shower of debris that rained down below. Without a moment's pause, he moved on to the next one with the intent of destroying them all as quickly as possible.
At the same time, Alexstrasza effortlessly cleaved through dozens of undead with a sweep of her tail, obliterating their bodies beyond what necromancy could animate.
The Scourge attacked them both with everything they could possibly muster, from hails of arrows to modified siege weapons that launched foul alchemical filled with dark magic. Even the very skies seemed to turn against them as lightning fell down upon them from the magical storm above the island.
The attacks were so strong that even they began to sustain minor injuries, but it wasn't far from enough to prevent them from fulfilling their objectives.
With each passing moment, the Scourge's defenses fell one by one. The pylons shattered under Malygos' relentless onslaught, their magical energies dissipating into the atmosphere. Alexstrasza's cleansing fire left entire swaths of land free from undead, her Life magic anathema to their twisted existence. Lightning continued to rain down on them from above with increasing frequency, but Malygos was soon able to conjure an arcane barrier above them that deflected the onslaught.
Malygos was able to trace the source of the storm's power back to the Throne of Thunder, and knew that none of them would have peace until they secured the citadel in its entirety.
Eventually, Alexstrasza succeeded in carving out a massive clearing, leaving it completely devoid of any undead and covered with patches of newly grown vegetation left behind by her flames. At the same time, Malygos destroyed the last of the pylons, effectively neutralizing the magical wards that protected the island.
Without wasting a moment, Malygos landed next to Alexstrasza and began the next phase of their plan. The members of their Flights ready to participate in their assault were all gathered and waiting at the Wyrmrest Temple, where the most skilled members of the Blue Dragonflight were prepared to assist in the creation of a semi-permanent portal.
With so many powerful mages working toward the same goal, it hardly took any time at all before a violet gateway began to manifest before Malygos. The portal shimmered into existence, revealing legions of armored Drakonids and Dragonspawn that quickly began streaming through, weapons at the ready as they moved to secure the island.
The older and more experienced dragons took to the air the moment they passed through the portal, engaging in combat with any aerial undead who might threaten the advance of their ground troops. Although it had been many millennia since the Dragonflights had truly gone to war, Malygos found himself somewhat satisfied by the coordination of their forces.
There were many places where they could improve, but that would come with time.
Malygos would have preferred to spend his time studying the effectiveness of their Flights, but the magical lightning assaulting their position showed no signs of stopping, and even he could not maintain a barrier in perpetuity.
The Scourge's ability to attack them constantly with such powerful lightning only made him more confident that Highkeeper Ra had fallen into their grasp.
After all, there was a reason that Ra had been referred to as the Keeper of Storms.
Malygos had no desire to be pushed to exhaustion before he faced such a formidable opponent, so he turned to Alexstrasza and with a mutual nod, they spread their wings and began flying toward the Throne of Thunder.
Both of them steeled themselves, preparing for the battle ahead with the knowledge of how much was at stake.
Securing the Throne of Thunder was one of the most important steps that they needed to achieve if they wished to defeat the Scourge on Pandaria. The only other mission of equal importance was the one being made by the mortals to capture one of the Dreadlords.
Should they succeed in both, then gained a massive advantage in this war before the Lich King could accumulate enough power to become a threat to Azeroth.
Malygos had no idea if the mortals would succeed in their objectives, but he had no intention of failing his.
Hidden beneath an invisibility spell, Krivax watched from atop a hill overlooking the battlefield as the Alliance experienced their first clash with the Scourge.
The Alliance had managed to establish a sizable base of operations before they were inevitably discovered by the Scourge several hours ago. Many lines of fortifications had been hastily erected, nerubian efficiency allowing the Alliance to build more robust defenses than one would expect in such a short time.
Several large trenches dug by jormungars had significantly dulled the first wave of undead, the creatures being destroyed by the hundreds as they were blown apart by the dwarvish bombs, gnomish landmines, or magical traps that filled them. Those that hadn't been destroyed by the traps had found themselves trampled by their fellow undead, until all of the trenches were eventually filled by corpses.
Once the Scourge passed the first wave of defenses, they were then met by a steady stream of ranged attacks from the Alliance. Kirin Tor mages sent torrents of fire into the approaching undead, nerubian Viziers turned large swaths of the earth into mud, and a barrage of gunfire tore through the ranks of the Scourge like a scythe through wheat.
In the air, elite nerubian Lifeweavers along with several dragonhawk riders and gryphon riders battled with the undead cloud serpents. Those on the ground helped out in the aerial melee by shooting bullets and missiles whenever one of the cloud serpents got too low to the ground. Krivax observed a Lifeweaver equipped with specialist enchanted armor effortlessly hack off the arm of a cloud serpent in a single pass before swooping back down to impale it through the head with his spear.
It was a formidable display of firepower that offered Krivax a glimpse of how they could have survived against the Scourge in the original timeline.
Equally clear, however, was why the Scourge was such a serious threat that the entirety of Azeroth would need to rise against it. Relentlessly charging up the cliff upon which the Alliance had constructed their base, the Scourge moved on unyieldingly.
Unless their bodies were dismantled completely or an attack managed to destroy their heads, the undead simply ignored minor inconveniences such as bullet wounds or missing limbs. Even with the Alliance's impressive powers, it was the Guardians of Nerub and the Knights of the Silver Hand who were most effective at holding back the ravenous undead.
Anub'rekhan in particular was a terror on the battlefield, glowing brightly with the Light as he burrowed his scythe-like arms into a sea giant and tore the undead in half with a single, fluid motion.
Overall, Krivax found himself confident that the Alliance would be able to successfully withstand this assault despite the Scourge's relentless advance. The Alliance had chosen to construct their base in a location that was both rather defensible and quite far from the bulk of the Scourge forces.
Given that it had only been a few hours since the Alliance was discovered, the enemy commander had almost certainly been caught off guard and decided to attack with whatever forces they could gather. Coupled with the ongoing attack on the Isle of Thunder, he had a feeling that the Scourge leadership wasn't having a particularly good day.
Krivax would normally be doing what he could to help in a battle like this one, but that was not currently his role.
He had two primary reasons to be on Pandaria, the first of which was his normal diplomatic duty of negotiating with the natives. It was good that Krasus had successfully made contact with Xuen and the Shado-Pan, but there were certain things that he simply lacked the political authority to handle.
Naturally, any such negotiations would need to wait until a later point when the Scourge had been pushed back and the Alliance had fully established themselves.
However, it was Krivax's second objective which held much more importance.
"Come now, apprentice," said Vizier Hadix, his stern voice cutting through Krivax's thoughts. "I believe you've watched for long enough. The Scourge's numbers are already beginning to diminish, so there's nothing left here to see. We must leave soon if we are to reach the Dreadlord's most likely location in any reasonable time."
Krivax turned his attention away from the battlefield and looked to the other people also being hidden by an invisibility spell. When Krivax had first gone to Malygos and expressed his desire to capture a Dreadlord, they had spent a significant amount of time going over the specifics.
Although Malygos could easily overpower any of the Dreadlords controlling the Lich King, preventing such paranoid and cunning demons from escaping was no simple task. At the slightest sign of someone like Malygos approaching them, the demon would undoubtedly teleport away and cover themselves with countless layers of anti-scrying spells.
To prevent this, they had come up with two solutions. First, Malygos and Archaedas had created a powerful artifact that would apparently completely restrict the Dreadlord from escaping. Not only would it prevent any teleportation, but it would even capture any untethered souls in its vicinity.
That way, they could simply kill the Dreadlord without allowing it to return to the Twisting Nether. Something about the artifact's construction did mean that they needed the assistance of Ironaya to activate it, but Krivax wasn't going to complain about a Titanic Watcher helping out.
Secondly, Malygos would quite visibly be showing himself on the Isle of Thunder, far away from the Dreadlord commanding the Scourge on mainland Pandaria.
While they hadn't narrowed down the exact location of their target, simple deductive reasoning had been enough to get a decent idea of the demon's general location. Even with magic, the Dreadlord had to be relatively close to the bulk of the Scourge forces to lead them effectively, which excluded the Throne of Thunder.
That being the case, the Dreadlord would very likely be in the largest and most defensible Scourge location on the mainland. Malygos had also noticed a distinct bloodthirstiness in their strategies during his observation of Pandaria, so the demon would likely wish to be close to the fighting anyway.
It was this ambiguity in the Dreadlord's location that led Krivax to join the mission when he'd much rather be organizing things with the A.D.F. Aside from Alexstrasza herself, there were very few people who could match his innate sensing abilities. Even most members of the Red Dragonflight couldn't sense Life magic with his degree of clarity.
So long as he got close enough, Krivax would be able to instantly lead the team to the Dreadlord's exact location.
The rest of the team had also been chosen for similarly specific reasons, ensuring that they would have the best chance of delving into the heart of enemy territory and living to tell the tale.
"Alright. I suppose you're right. It would be best if we finished this as quickly as possible," said Krivax.
With a nod, Hadix called for everyone to gather around before beginning to cast a teleportation spell. They would need to travel on foot under an invisibility spell once they were closer to their destination, but there was little sense in them traveling for what would be days unnecessarily.
With a final glance to the battlefield, Krivax resolved himself for the mission ahead as the familiar feeling of the teleportation spell pulled him to lands teaming with nothing but the undead.
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Chapter 81
Krivax hadn't known until now just how much he'd begun to find comfort in sensing the Life around him.
Having spent the past few hours walking through paddy fields filled with nothing but the stink of death, it was starting to become clear just how much Alexstrasza's blessing had changed him. Krivax felt as if he was being consumed by some kind of… spiritual sickness; a persistent discomfort that only grew worse the longer time went on. If Tirion's grimace was any indication, then Krivax wasn't the only person who wasn't enjoying their little adventure.
Vizier Hadix had teleported them as close as he reasonably could to the epicenter of Scourge activity without drawing attention, which was in the region of Pandaria referred to as the Jade Forest. Most likely due to its relatively defensible position and proximity to the continent's coastline, the Scourge had chosen to first conquer the so-called 'Tian Monastery' and make it their stronghold.
Given that it was relatively close to the Temple of the Jade Serpent, a stronghold of the August Celestials, the Tian Monastery also served as a useful forward operating base from which they could launch attacks against the natives.
While Krivax knew that this place must have once been quite beautiful, that was far from the case now. Blackened trees loomed ominously overhead, their branches twisted as if crying out against the dark taint that had consumed them. The once vibrant green grass had turned a sickly shade of gray, with tendrils of death's influence spread all throughout the landscape. The sparkling waters of the Jade Forest had grown murky and stagnant while undead lifeforms swam through them, creating eerie ripples on the surface.
It wasn't only the rivers that were patrolled by the undead either, as the Tian Monastery's proximity to the frontlines meant that the Scourge had invested heavily in its defenses. This close to their target, there was hardly anywhere that wasn't patrolled by ghoulish sentries or the occasional flying undead cloud serpent.
They'd made such progress through the corrupted forest only because the Scourge was more expecting angry Wild Gods than well-prepared invisible strike teams.
Of course, that wasn't to mean that there was nothing for them to worry about at all.
"Hold. Lifeweaver Masruk is signaling the presence of a shade ahead."
Krivax was pulled from his thoughts by Vizier Hadix's warning as their entire group stopped on the hill they had been climbing on their way to the Tian Monastery.
Turning his attention to Hadix, Krivax saw that the Vizier was looking off into the distance while wearing a set of modified gnomish goggles that looked incredibly incongruous on his arachnid face. Given that any unnecessary usage of magic beyond the spells and enchantments concealing them risked revealing their presence to the Scourge, it was reasonable that they would use as many non-magical items as possible.
However, that didn't lessen the fact that Vizier Hadix looked positively ridiculous with a bulky, eight-eyed contraption sitting on his head. Krivax had to stifle a laugh as Vizier Hadix chittered with annoyance as he fiddled with the knobs on the googles.
Thankfully, Krivax's draconic eyes were sharp enough that he could see Masruk far in the distance, flashing a variety of hand signs in their direction while flying in the air. Masruk's ability to fly had made him the perfect candidate for being dosed with an Elixir of Detect Invisibility and sent ahead to scout. Their greatest risk of being discovered were via the invisible shades patrolling the area that were themselves capable of sensing unseen intruders.
"It seems the shade is accompanied by several other ghosts," Vizier Hadix said after spending a moment interpreting the hand signs. "We'll have to wait for them to pass before continuing ahead."
Their group was being forced to stop more and more often as they approached their destination, which was starting to become frustrating.
"Perhaps it's time for us to make use of the artifact we brought with us to sneak past them?" asked Tirion, apparently also growing impatient with their constant halts to avoid wandering shades.
"Your mortal biologies cannot tolerate prolonged exposure to Death magic without suffering irreparable damage," said Ironaya, the expression of her dwarf form stoic as she glanced at the paladin. "This means that there is a limited amount of time that we can make use of it. We must wait until the last possible moment before activating the artifact, lest we limit its effectiveness at the most crucial moment."
Through the combination of Archaedas' vast knowledge of Titan technology and Malygos' unparalleled skill with enchantment, their group had been provided with several extremely useful devices to carry out their mission.
The one that Tirion was referring to was an artifact that could mask any Life magic being produced by their bodies and inundating them with an aura of Death magic in a relatively safe way. Combined with a few simple illusions, they would be able to make for a reasonable facsimile of an undead.
Naturally, this wouldn't be enough to fool any competent necromancer, or even some of the more vigilant undead, but that didn't matter too much. The vast majority of undead were not particularly vigilant, either being entirely unthinking or having significant portions of their mind corrupted by the magic sustaining them.
The creation of a truly intelligent undead required the personal efforts of an exceedingly powerful necromancer, such as the Lich King. Some of the Dreadlords were likely also skilled enough in necromancy to accomplish such a feat, but wouldn't dedicate their time and effort unless the situation demanded it.
Fortunately for them, Pandaria, unlike the Eastern Kingdoms, lacked a strong necromantic tradition. Monks could be trained to wield death magic, but they were simply much less likely than the mages of Dalaran or Quel'thalas to start digging up graveyards and experimenting with forbidden magic. As a result, the Scourge almost certainly had much fewer necromancers than they would have liked.
That being the case, the artifact should be enough to get them through many of the Scourge's defenses, and thus needed to be used as wisely as possible.
All of them understood the stakes of their mission, so Ironaya's warning was enough to convince them that it would be better to wait. It took longer than they would have liked, but Masruk eventually signaled a short gap in the patrols, allowing them to move forward.
This pattern happened several more times in increasingly short succession before they managed to make their way to a small hill that gave them a good vantage point of their destination. While Tian Monastery may have once been a place of peace and meditation, it was clear that the Scourge had been hard at work turning it into a fortress of the undead.
A tall wall of blackened stone, imbued with necromantic magic, had been erected around the monastery's perimeter. Its ramparts were occupied by undead carrying bows and crossbows, completely still in their movements as they awaited any sign of intrusion. The entire stronghold was silent, save for the sounds of bones clinking together and the low moans of mindless undead as they walked in and out of the former monastery.
While the sights were somewhat intimidating, the Scourge stronghold was far from the Icecrown Citadel that they'd managed to construct in the original timeline.
A bit further in the distance, Krivax could see legions of undead being organized and sent off to war. Pandaren wearing dark robes and carrying staves glowing with dark energy supervised them and tended to their degrading bodies. If Krivax were to guess, these pandaren were most likely the Scourge's new necromancers, trained to wield the dark magic that now animated them.
However, none of these were the focus of their mission.
Krivax turned his sensory abilities to the inner portions of the monastery. While Alexstrasza's blessing allowed him to sense Life magic most clearly, necromantic magic felt to him like a cold, gnawing void, a stark contrast to the warm embrace of a living creature. This meant that while deeply unsettling, he could still pick out individual undead and track their movements quite clearly.
A similar principle allowed him to clearly sense the malignant energy of the demon hidden within the sea of undeath. Predictably, the Dreadlord was in the largest structure of the monastery, a large pagoda built atop a hill that had likely once served to house the head monk and the monastery's most sacred artifacts.
Krivax didn't hesitate to share this information with the rest of his companions, knowing that they would need to come up with a plan now that they had pinpointed their target.
"I suppose it was too much to hope that we would catch the demon while it was inspecting its monstrosities or otherwise away from its lair," Tirion said with a disappointed sigh, studying the large numbers of undead surrounding the pagoda. "I doubt we'll simply be able to walk up to the demon and capture its soul, even with the artifact."
"No. We should be able to enter the monastery without much issue, but actually approaching the demon will require a more intricate approach," Vizier Hadix agreed, his many eyes scanning the area and searching for any weakness. "The undead near the pagoda are clearly more alert and coordinated. It seems that there are quite a few lieutenants stationed there, powerful undead with some level of intelligence and autonomy."
"It's a shame that we need to be close to the Dreadlord if we want to capture their soul. Otherwise, we could just use our bomb to destroy them all," said Krivax as he gestured toward Masruk to come join the rest of the group. "Maybe we should use it to create a distraction after we ensure that the demon can't just teleport away?"
Aside from the artifact designed to hide their life force, their group had been provided with several other items as well. The most important artifact was naturally the one-of-its-kind Soul Gem being carried in Hadix's robes that would suck in the souls of any demonic entities that died near it. While the rest of their artifacts were primarily derived from Titan technology, the Soul Gem had actually required the assistance of someone capable of wielding Fel magic in its creation.
The negotiations that convinced the kaldorei to permit Illidan's participation in its creation had been tense and relied a lot on the Dragonflights to serve as mediators. As a result, there were quite a few important political matters riding on the results of this mission.
The second was a much more traditional Titanic artifact that would instantly prevent spatial magic from working over a very large area. If there was one thing that the Titans were good at, it was their ability to shut down magic they didn't want to function.
After all, there was a reason they'd been able to successfully seal away several world-devouring eldritch gods.
The last device was much more simple than any of the other artifacts, a mana bomb infused with Aspect of Magic's potent arcane energies. The bomb would be suitable for destroying the pagoda and everything inside of it, along with most of the surrounding structures, if not for the fact that doing so would ensure the Dreadlord's escape into the Twisting Nether.
"It would be far better if we used the weapon to destroy the undead protecting the demon than as a mere distraction," Vizier Hadix immediately refuted, his tone thoughtful. "We are formidable, but not so formidable that we can fight through an entire fortress before being overwhelmed by the enemy's reinforcements. We must also ensure the demon is prevented from fleeing before we make our attack known."
Given how cunning the Dreadlords were said to be, that made sense to Krivax. They certainly couldn't count on the demon willingly staying in the fortress for several minutes while the monastery was blowing up around them.
"Could we perhaps make use of your nerubian magic to tunnel beneath their fortifications and into the enemy stronghold?" asked Tirion, turning a curious gaze to Hadix. "I've seen your people use many such tactics against the Horde during the Second War to great effect, after all."
"Even from this distance, I can sense wards designed to detect any approach from beneath the monastery. We would be encircled within moments of trying to dig our way inside," Vizier Hadix responded grimly.
I suppose it was too much to hope that the enemy wouldn't have learned about our capabilities, Krivax thought to himself with disappointment. Although… that does give me an idea.
"Watcher Ironaya, how quickly can you activate the anti-teleportation artifact, and how apparent would its effects be to the Dreadlord?" Krivax asked, his thoughts racing as a plan began to form in his mind.
"The artifact's activation would be immediate, and its effects obvious to any competent mage," said Ironaya, her voice monotone as she responded. "The Dreadlord will realize that he's being targeted within moments."
Krivax nodded, taking a moment to gather his thoughts as the pieces of his plan began falling together. Hadix was right that they needed to cut off any escape routes before launching their attack, which would inevitably alert the demon. That being the case, their target would almost certainly surround themselves with as many powerful undead as they possibly could.
However, if they were to intentionally set off the underground wards farther away from the fortress after activating the anti-teleportation artifact and alerting their enemy, then the Dreadlord should divert at least a portion of their forces to repel the perceived threat. Such a group of undead would be the perfect target for their mana bomb.
"There would still be a significant number of undead standing between us and the Dreadlord," Vizier Hadix warned once Krivax finished sharing his plan, expression thoughtful as he considered the matter. "Our enemy will not be foolish enough to send away the entirety of his defenses, especially once he realizes he's been trapped."
"Whatever foul undead remain will fall to the Light," said Tirion, determination clear in his voice. "The Silver Hand will allow me to cut through them like a scythe through wheat."
The paladin was substantially more confident than Krivax, but he was probably correct to be so. The combined might of their group was enough to destroy large numbers of undead, and with the enemy forces substantially weakened by the bomb they should be able to carve a path to the Dreadlord.
Their group discussed the plan for a while longer, going over the details and laying out the potential issues that were likely to arise. Ultimately, they decided that while it wouldn't be easy or quiet, such a plan was their best shot given the circumstances.
After all, there had always been a limit to how close they would be able to get without being forced to fight the rest of the way through. At least this would allow them to destroy a considerable portion of their enemy before that confrontation would occur.
"Very well. If there is nothing else, then we should avoid wasting any more time," Vizier Hadix said decisively once they had gone over every aspect of their strategy. "Watcher Ironaya, activate the artifact. We will need to hide any sign of Life energy in our bodies if we are to continue any further."
Ironaya gave a short nod before retrieving an orb inscribed with dense Titan runes along its surface from her personal spatial bag. Krivax knew nothing about how it functioned, but he had no doubt that it was a masterpiece of artificing that any Archmage would kill to study.
For a single moment a series of magical spells too complex for him to understand passed between Ironaya and the orb before the artifact activated, most likely some manner of verification magic known only to the Titans and their creations. However, Krivax didn't have much time to consider the matter before a wave of energy washed over the group, leaving him feeling… profoundly wrong.
The potent pool of Life energy that Krivax had felt within him from the moment he'd been empowered by Alexstrasza was abruptly suppressed. It wasn't gone completely or even diminished, but the comforting warmth that he'd grown used to was suddenly hidden away from him.
Instead, he felt utterly cold. The chill of Death affected him not only physically, but also mentally as his very emotions seemed to grow more… distant.
Krivax already hated the sensation and couldn't wait until it was over. If being an undead felt even a fraction as horrible as what he was experiencing, then the Scourge were even more of a tragedy than he'd first thought.
"We must move quickly, lest your mortal bodies die in truth," Ironaya cautioned, stirring their group from the temporary stupor they had been plunged into.
Vizier Hadix immediately began covering them in illusions of undead creatures to avoid drawing attention. Before long, Hadix, Krivax, Tirion, and Ironaya all looked the part of undead pandaren monks, their bodies carrying distinct signs of decay and undeath.
Meanwhile, Masruk looked like one of the large cranes native to the area that had been killed and added to the Scourge's forces. With the magic in place, Masruk didn't hesitate before spreading his wings and began flying to his position above the stronghold while carrying the mana bomb within its specially made spatial container.
All of them would need to ensure that they did nothing that would reveal the illusion, such as bumping into something with their real bodies. While Krivax might look like a barely six-foot-tall corpse, he was still a giant spider person who was more than double that height.
With their disguises firmly in place, the group began their approach to the Tian Monastery. It didn't take long before they were close enough to be spotted by the undead surrounding the stronghold. Much to his relief, the combination of illusions and death magic was enough to prevent the mindless creatures from paying them the slightest amount of attention while they shambled past.
Even through his dampened emotions, Krivax felt more than a little tense as they passed by the walls surrounding the monastery. The majority of his focus was on ensuring he didn't step on or bump into any of the undead surrounding them, while also ignoring the foul smell of decay as best he could. Krivax occasionally also noticed some of the more intelligent undead, usually either naga or pandaren monks, glance at them with curious expressions.
However, any interest directed toward them was almost immediately replaced by utter apathy as the undead returned to their duties.
Seeing this, Krivax couldn't help but wonder how much of their success so far was due to their group's competence and how much was owed to the lack of motivation among the undead. A combination of the Scourge's shortage of necromancers and the Lich King's absence significantly weakened their control over the undead hordes.
Unfortunately, the undead surrounding the Dreadlord's central stronghold were almost certainly the most intelligent and loyal, meaning their group was attracting more and more attention the closer they got to their target. While they might appear and feel no different from any other member of the Scourge, four unfamiliar undead walking into a fortified area were still quite conspicuous.
Not only that, but it seemed like the Scourge was smart enough to place some of its more vigilant sentries atop the monastery's many pagoda's. Krivax could tell that one of the closer sentries was focused on them, likely having noticed some inconsistency.
Their group had already discussed the matter earlier and decided they couldn't risk speaking to any of the intelligent undead. Most of the Scourge's intelligent undead spoke either Nazaj or Mogu, the languages of the naga and pandaren respectively, and would notice any strange accent or usage of translation magic.
That was a risk they couldn't afford to take, so at the point when they were attracting too much attention, Vizier Hadix discreetly began to lead them down a path away from the central stronghold and toward a less occupied action of the monastery. Both the forge and the training grounds seemed to be in constant use, so their best option was to head towards one of the mediation gardens, which had largely been abandoned by the Scourge.
"This seems to be as close as we can approach without being exposed," Vizier Hadix said under his breath as he swept his gaze through the garden, finding only dead plants and tainted soil. "It will take me some time to trigger the underground wards sufficiently far enough from us so that the bomb does not threaten our safety. You all will ensure that I am undisturbed."
Krivax was about to nod in agreement before he suddenly sensed something in the distance that caught his attention.
"That may be a bit difficult," Krivax said solemnly, drawing the attention of his companions. "One of the sentries on one of the pagoda's was paying close attention to us earlier, and I can now sense several of them quickly moving in our direction."
"Then we must destroy the undead as quickly as possible," Ironaya said without hesitation. "We cannot allow ourselves to be discovered."
"True, but I fear that we lack the ability to do so without revealing ourselves," said Tirion, glancing toward the several undead flying above the monastery. "Calling upon the Light in this dark place would be like lighting a lighthouse in the night. Even if we attempt to act subtly, we risk being noticed by the abominations above us."
Krivax felt the same way. While their location was somewhat secluded, it wasn't so far away that a sudden burst of violence wouldn't draw attention.
"I can handle it," Krivax announced as he reached into his spatial bag and retrieved a flask filled with a dark alchemical liquid. "I'd hoped to use the elixir given to me by Archmage Kel'thuzad on one of the more powerful undead, but it seems like we have no choice but to use it now."
Vizier Hadix only hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Very well. Go and hurry back. We should be ready to proceed by the time you return."
Krivax didn't need to be told twice and immediately set out to meet the scout as Hadix began casting his spell. It didn't take long after leaving the garden before he caught sight of the undead sentries who were approaching them, three nagas carrying wickedly sharp glaives.
"You, what are you doing here?" the largest of them hissed, its voice dripping with suspicion. "I don't recognize you, monk. Lord Mal'Ganis ordered that none but his most trusted are to approach the Inner Sanctum. Identify yourself!"
Krivax directed his illusionary body to bow, even as he approached the naga at a calm pace and removed the stopper from the flask. While there was no visible indication, Krivax could sense a mass of magic immediately surge from the flask and toward the closest undead.
"I will not ask again! Identify yourself, or… or…"
The undead's voice trailed off as its gaze slowly lost focus, the elixir's magic taking hold. The other two, sensing something amiss, seemed as if they were about to attack before they also suddenly became still, their eyes glazing over.
Krivax nodded in satisfaction as he glanced at his surroundings, realizing that none of the other undead had noticed the brief confrontation. From the perspective of anyone watching, it would have appeared as though the sentries had simply stopped to converse with the disguised monk.
"Return to your post and act as if everything is normal," Krivax ordered the naga after he was certain Kel'Thuzad's alchemical concoction had successfully stripped the undead of their will. "Once Mal'Ganis announces an incoming attack from underground, I want you to rally as many of the Scourge as possible and lead them toward the point of attack."
That hadn't been a part of their plan, but there was no sense in letting an opportunity to lead more undead to their destruction via mana bomb go to waste. The naga, now completely enthralled by the elixir, nodded in unison before departing.
Krivax had been somewhat skeptical when Archmage Kel'Thuzad and Queen Kithix had told him what the elixir could do, but he shouldn't have been surprised. With the resources of Azjol-Nerub, Kel'Thuzad's talent in necromancy, and a directive to create as many anti-undead weapons as they possibly could, the results were bound to be potent.
The Scourge would no doubt evolve and adapt, but ample warning had given the Alliance plenty of time to prepare, and they had not wasted it.
Returning to the group, Krivax relayed the success of his mission. Vizier Hadix, who had been busy with his spellwork, looked up with a nod of approval. "Good. Then it is time that we proceed with the next phase of our mission. My spell has been prepared. You are free to activate the anti-teleportation artifact when ready, Watcher Ironaya."
Without comment, Ironaya retrieved another orb similar to the one from before and began the process of activating it. Everyone including Krivax and Tirion steeled themselves for what was to come. They'd reached the point where subterfuge could no longer get them any further, and would soon be fighting for their lives.
Krivax could feel the moment that Ironaya finished activating the artifact, causing a palpable wave of energy to wash over the entire monastery. Vizier Hadix didn't waste any time, swiftly finishing his geomancy spell and sending a small shockwave running through the eastern side of the monastery.
The effect of this was near immediate, as the demonic presence that Krivax had been focusing on grew extremely agitated. Moments later, countless undead creatures began swarming toward the apparent point of attack as they prepared for an invasion.
Undead monks jumped across the rooftops of their former home while cloud serpents circled the area and armored naga arranged themselves in defensive lines. There were even several giants who had squeezed themselves through the streets of the monastery and were preparing to unleash their wrath on any intruders. The Scourge had mustered an impressive defense in a very short time, and even the most powerful of invading forces would have suffered immense casualties just trying to push through it.
Mal'Ganis is about to realize that he has made a very poor decision, Krivax thought with some glee.
Before the Dreadlord could further analyze the situation and realize that he'd been tricked, several things happened in quick succession.
First, Ironaya deactivated the artifact suppressing their Life energy and covering them in necromantic energy, much to Krivax's relief. Following that, Vizier Hadix immediately released the illusions covering their group and signaled toward Masruk's figure above the Scourge forces. Finally, their group began creating their most powerful barriers around themselves while Masruk flew away from the epicenter of the bomb as quickly as possible.
The moment the mana bomb made contact with the ground, it detonated with an ear-splitting explosion of arcane magic that utterly obliterated any undead in its immediate vicinity. The shockwave from the explosion was nothing short of cataclysmic, tearing apart undead and destroying any nearby buildings. Debris went flying in all directions at breakneck speed, adding another layer of destruction that rippled through the Scourge's defenses.
Krivax winced as what seemed to be the roof of a temple crashed against their barriers, sending a shower of shattered tiles and splintered wood in all directions. The force of the impact was immense, but their combined barriers held firm and absorbed the brunt of the explosion's aftermath.
As the dust began to settle, the devastation became clear. A massive crater filled with crystallized arcane magic now occupied the space where the bomb had landed, torrents of wild arcane energy still crackling and sparking within. The surrounding area was a waste land of broken buildings and inanimate corpses, with the Scourge forces that had been so hastily assembled completely destroyed.
The few that remained were wandering aimlessly, the spells that controlled them disrupted by sheer potency of the bomb's arcane magic.
"The enemy is in disarray. It is time for us to attack," said Vizier Hadix, his voice pulling everyone's attention back to the present. "We must capture the demon as quickly as possible before they can reorganize."
With that, Hadix began charging toward the central stronghold while destroying any undead in his path with a flurry of arcane spells.
Ironaya didn't hesitate to follow suit, reverting to her true Titanic Watcher form and simply stomping on any undead unfortunate enough to draw near.
Tirion followed moments after, retrieving the Silver Hand and releasing a potent nova of Light that bolstered his allies and burned away the undead.
Masruk danced through the skills, his spear a flurry of motion as it pierced the skulls of the airborne undead attempting to swarm them. He would also occasionally reach into his spatial bag and drop gnomish bombs atop any large group of undead beneath him.
Krivax summoned his silk golem and sent it rampaging among the undead while summoning walls of Life-infused flames on the path behind them that protected them from any undead attempting to ambush them. Several of the less intelligent undead ran in regardless, causing them to catch aflame and quickly disintegrate.
Their group was few in number, but their combined might was overwhelming to the Scourge's shattered defenses. Each step they took was met with resistance, but their group was able to very quickly push their way to the central stronghold.
"Go, slay the demon and capture his soul," said Ironaya as she shattered an undead sea giant's skull with a swing of her massive hammer and stood by the stronghold's entrance. "I will prevent any reinforcements from entering. I will not grow tired, and only the strongest of blows can harm my form."
Krivax nodded, directing his golem to fight alongside the Titanic Watcher and Masruk as he, Tirion, and Hadix charged into the fortress. Their non-organic forms meant that Ironaya and his golem were well-suited to last against a tide of undead, but even they would fall if Mal'Ganis was not captured quickly.
"Paladin, to the front! Krivax, guide us toward the Dreadlord," Vizier Hadix called out as he teleported away from a group of undead monks who had attempted to ambush him, reappearing behind Tirion.
"Gladly," said Tirion, eyes glowing brightly as his grip tightened on the Silver Hand. "For the Light!"
Krivax could sense Mal'Ganis moving through the upper levels of the fortress, his malignant presence pulsating with both shock and fury. After relaying this information to the group, the three of them began swiftly ascending the fortress. The Scourge that moved to stop them were very formidable, many of them monsters that could have potentially killed dozens of soldiers on their own.
However, the decision to equip Tirion with the Silver Hand quickly proved its worth. The legendary weapon, imbued with the purest essence of the Light, cleaved through undead with ease, its radiant glow drastically weakening any nearby undead.
"The hallway to the left!" Krivax shouted as Hadix froze a torrent of water sent their way by a naga sea witch and sent the jagged ice structure crashing back toward her. "We're nearly there!"
As they drew closer to their target, they ran into several brutal magical traps that had been quickly set up by the Dreadlord. It wasn't anything they couldn't handle, but it was enough that Tirion and Krivax took a moment to heal their wounds. Once they were ready, the three of them stepped into the chamber where Mal'Ganis awaited.
The chamber itself was quite large, and was clearly used as a place for the Scourge to plan its operations. Maps of various regions of Pandaria were pinned to the walls, marked with symbols and notes that indicated strategic points and troop movements. On the other side of a large obsidian table stood Mal'Ganis and what were likely several of his strongest undead subordinates.
A part of Krivax had expected to be greeted with villainous prattle similar to when he'd fought Detheroc, but one look at Mal'Ganis expression told him that wouldn't be the case. His eyes, glowing with malevolent green light, were filled with pure rage and hatred. The demon only spoke a single word as he prepared to unleash his fury.
"Die."
With a wave of his hand, a stream of Felfire so hot that it melted everything in its path surged towards their group. A pair of undead monks, more fluid in their motions than any they'd previously encountered, lunged toward them. A patchwork monstrosity of flesh, bone, and too many limbs let loose an unearthly scream before charging from the side, its wail tearing at Krivax's mental defenses.
Tirion let out a roar of challenge as the paladin met the Felfire head-on, the Silver Hand shining brighter than it ever had. The hammer's radiant glow quickly overwhelmed the flames, causing them to harmlessly dissipate before Tirion charged the seemingly shocked Dreadlord and engaged him in direct combat.
The undead monks were met with a barrage of highly accurate arcane missiles that forced them to jump away and deflect the attacks with magic enchanted blows. Hadix swiftly took advantage, weaving a series of spells with a speed and precision that put his opponents on the defensive.
Meanwhile, Krivax focused on the patchwork monstrosity, launching a stream of Life-infused flames to disrupt the dark energies that held the creature together. Unfortunately, it soon became clear why Mal'Ganis had chosen to keep this particular abomination close at hand, as it very quickly regenerated any damage done to its person. It also seemed to exude some kind of diseased gas into the air that would have already caused Krivax to grow sick if not for his empowerment.
Realizing that it would take far too long to deal with the thing by himself, Krivax launched it across the room with a blast of arcane magic and froze it to the wall. Following that, he turned to assist Hadix, surrounding the Vizier in a pillar of flames that healed him and prevented the undead from drawing closer.
This seemed to be enough to tip the tides of battle, as it gave Hadix enough space to cast several spells that slowly boxed the agile undead into a corner of the room. A subsequent stream of fire from Krivax very quickly turned the creatures to ash. Krivax called for his mentor to help him destroy the patchwork monstrosity next, but decided that it was best to simply solidify and reinforce the frost trapping it.
When Krivax was finally able to turn his attention to the fight between Tirion and the Dreadlord, he was unsurprised to see that their portion of the chamber had been completely destroyed. Felfire lingered everywhere, while both combatants had sustained several gruesome wounds. Mal'Ganis was quite clearly the more skilled warrior, dancing between Tirion's swings with a grace borne from millennia of experience, but it was also clear that he was losing.
Dreadlords were extremely formidable demons, but their strongest weapons had always been their minds.
Tirion, on the other hand, was one of the most powerful paladins on Azeroth and had been gifted the weapon of a Keeper. He was a warrior who had managed to successfully lead an assault against the Lich King at the height of his power during the original timeline. What he lacked in skill, Tiron more than made up for in determination and his connection to the Light.
"Why won't you die!" Mal'Ganis bellowed as his claws left a wound in Tirion's side.
Ignoring his injury, Tirion struck the Dreadlord with single-minded focus, his blow sending Mal'Ganis flying across the chamber. "I will die only when the Light no longer needs my service, monster."
Neither of them willing to waste an opportunity, Krivax and Hadix both attacked the downed demon with their most powerful attacks, causing Mal'Ganis to scream in pain as his body was slowly torn apart. After several moments, Krivax noticed an enraged look in the Dreadlord's eyes and immediately summoned an arcane barrier, expecting one last desperate attack.
However, Krivax was nearly struck dumb with shock as Tirion charged across the chamber and brought the Silver Hand down on Mal'Ganis' head with enough force to shake the room. The paladin's blow unleashed a surge of Light that briefly blinded Krivax and forced him to look away.
When he looked back, Krivax was greeted by the sight of a glowing Tirion standing over Mal'Ganis' headless corpse. Krivax immediately turned his attention to Hadix, who had already retrieved the Soul Gem from his robes and was examining it with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Mal'Ganis has been captured," said Hadix after several tense moments, causing Krivax to nearly double over in relief. "I can sense his putrid soul quite clearly within the Soul Gem. He is... less than pleased."
Good, Krivax thought spitefully.
After what happened with Detheroc, this was a victory that he had needed. Krivax still wasn't quite sure what the Burning Legion had managed to learn from his memories, but now they had the chance to regain the advantage that he might have lost them.
If they were lucky, then Malygos will have already returned from the Isle of Thunder and they would be able to hand the Soul Gem over to him. The Aspect of Magic would be their best bet at extracting information from the demon.
Given that the Lich King could be planning a counterattack at this very moment, much of that information could even be extremely time sensitive.
"There is no time to waste," said Hadix, already leading them out of the chamber as he returned the gem holding the captured demon to his robes. "We must meet with Ironaya, deactivate the anti-teleportation artifact, and flee this place before the Scourge can regroup and mount a counterattack."
Krivax and Tirion both nodded in agreement, following behind the Vizier as they quickly made their way out of the fortress. The number of undead had increased dramatically since they had entered the stronghold and were swarming over Ironaya and Krivax's golem while Masruk was on the ground stabbing at them with his spear. All of them sported significant injuries, with Masruk even having lost one of his wings.
Upon seeing this, Tirion immediately let loose a blinding wave of Light that caused the undead to recoil and give their allies a brief respite. Ironaya immediately deactivated the anti-teleportation artifact, and the rest of them defended Hadix while the Vizier began casting the spell to take their group away.
They were all exhausted from the battle, but still managed to hold their ground long enough to disappear from the Scourge stronghold in a flash of light, with the soul of one very angry Dreadlord as their prize.
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Having spent the past few hours walking through paddy fields filled with nothing but the stink of death, it was starting to become clear just how much Alexstrasza's blessing had changed him. Krivax felt as if he was being consumed by some kind of… spiritual sickness; a persistent discomfort that only grew worse the longer time went on. If Tirion's grimace was any indication, then Krivax wasn't the only person who wasn't enjoying their little adventure.
Vizier Hadix had teleported them as close as he reasonably could to the epicenter of Scourge activity without drawing attention, which was in the region of Pandaria referred to as the Jade Forest. Most likely due to its relatively defensible position and proximity to the continent's coastline, the Scourge had chosen to first conquer the so-called 'Tian Monastery' and make it their stronghold.
Given that it was relatively close to the Temple of the Jade Serpent, a stronghold of the August Celestials, the Tian Monastery also served as a useful forward operating base from which they could launch attacks against the natives.
While Krivax knew that this place must have once been quite beautiful, that was far from the case now. Blackened trees loomed ominously overhead, their branches twisted as if crying out against the dark taint that had consumed them. The once vibrant green grass had turned a sickly shade of gray, with tendrils of death's influence spread all throughout the landscape. The sparkling waters of the Jade Forest had grown murky and stagnant while undead lifeforms swam through them, creating eerie ripples on the surface.
It wasn't only the rivers that were patrolled by the undead either, as the Tian Monastery's proximity to the frontlines meant that the Scourge had invested heavily in its defenses. This close to their target, there was hardly anywhere that wasn't patrolled by ghoulish sentries or the occasional flying undead cloud serpent.
They'd made such progress through the corrupted forest only because the Scourge was more expecting angry Wild Gods than well-prepared invisible strike teams.
Of course, that wasn't to mean that there was nothing for them to worry about at all.
"Hold. Lifeweaver Masruk is signaling the presence of a shade ahead."
Krivax was pulled from his thoughts by Vizier Hadix's warning as their entire group stopped on the hill they had been climbing on their way to the Tian Monastery.
Turning his attention to Hadix, Krivax saw that the Vizier was looking off into the distance while wearing a set of modified gnomish goggles that looked incredibly incongruous on his arachnid face. Given that any unnecessary usage of magic beyond the spells and enchantments concealing them risked revealing their presence to the Scourge, it was reasonable that they would use as many non-magical items as possible.
However, that didn't lessen the fact that Vizier Hadix looked positively ridiculous with a bulky, eight-eyed contraption sitting on his head. Krivax had to stifle a laugh as Vizier Hadix chittered with annoyance as he fiddled with the knobs on the googles.
Thankfully, Krivax's draconic eyes were sharp enough that he could see Masruk far in the distance, flashing a variety of hand signs in their direction while flying in the air. Masruk's ability to fly had made him the perfect candidate for being dosed with an Elixir of Detect Invisibility and sent ahead to scout. Their greatest risk of being discovered were via the invisible shades patrolling the area that were themselves capable of sensing unseen intruders.
"It seems the shade is accompanied by several other ghosts," Vizier Hadix said after spending a moment interpreting the hand signs. "We'll have to wait for them to pass before continuing ahead."
Their group was being forced to stop more and more often as they approached their destination, which was starting to become frustrating.
"Perhaps it's time for us to make use of the artifact we brought with us to sneak past them?" asked Tirion, apparently also growing impatient with their constant halts to avoid wandering shades.
"Your mortal biologies cannot tolerate prolonged exposure to Death magic without suffering irreparable damage," said Ironaya, the expression of her dwarf form stoic as she glanced at the paladin. "This means that there is a limited amount of time that we can make use of it. We must wait until the last possible moment before activating the artifact, lest we limit its effectiveness at the most crucial moment."
Through the combination of Archaedas' vast knowledge of Titan technology and Malygos' unparalleled skill with enchantment, their group had been provided with several extremely useful devices to carry out their mission.
The one that Tirion was referring to was an artifact that could mask any Life magic being produced by their bodies and inundating them with an aura of Death magic in a relatively safe way. Combined with a few simple illusions, they would be able to make for a reasonable facsimile of an undead.
Naturally, this wouldn't be enough to fool any competent necromancer, or even some of the more vigilant undead, but that didn't matter too much. The vast majority of undead were not particularly vigilant, either being entirely unthinking or having significant portions of their mind corrupted by the magic sustaining them.
The creation of a truly intelligent undead required the personal efforts of an exceedingly powerful necromancer, such as the Lich King. Some of the Dreadlords were likely also skilled enough in necromancy to accomplish such a feat, but wouldn't dedicate their time and effort unless the situation demanded it.
Fortunately for them, Pandaria, unlike the Eastern Kingdoms, lacked a strong necromantic tradition. Monks could be trained to wield death magic, but they were simply much less likely than the mages of Dalaran or Quel'thalas to start digging up graveyards and experimenting with forbidden magic. As a result, the Scourge almost certainly had much fewer necromancers than they would have liked.
That being the case, the artifact should be enough to get them through many of the Scourge's defenses, and thus needed to be used as wisely as possible.
All of them understood the stakes of their mission, so Ironaya's warning was enough to convince them that it would be better to wait. It took longer than they would have liked, but Masruk eventually signaled a short gap in the patrols, allowing them to move forward.
This pattern happened several more times in increasingly short succession before they managed to make their way to a small hill that gave them a good vantage point of their destination. While Tian Monastery may have once been a place of peace and meditation, it was clear that the Scourge had been hard at work turning it into a fortress of the undead.
A tall wall of blackened stone, imbued with necromantic magic, had been erected around the monastery's perimeter. Its ramparts were occupied by undead carrying bows and crossbows, completely still in their movements as they awaited any sign of intrusion. The entire stronghold was silent, save for the sounds of bones clinking together and the low moans of mindless undead as they walked in and out of the former monastery.
While the sights were somewhat intimidating, the Scourge stronghold was far from the Icecrown Citadel that they'd managed to construct in the original timeline.
A bit further in the distance, Krivax could see legions of undead being organized and sent off to war. Pandaren wearing dark robes and carrying staves glowing with dark energy supervised them and tended to their degrading bodies. If Krivax were to guess, these pandaren were most likely the Scourge's new necromancers, trained to wield the dark magic that now animated them.
However, none of these were the focus of their mission.
Krivax turned his sensory abilities to the inner portions of the monastery. While Alexstrasza's blessing allowed him to sense Life magic most clearly, necromantic magic felt to him like a cold, gnawing void, a stark contrast to the warm embrace of a living creature. This meant that while deeply unsettling, he could still pick out individual undead and track their movements quite clearly.
A similar principle allowed him to clearly sense the malignant energy of the demon hidden within the sea of undeath. Predictably, the Dreadlord was in the largest structure of the monastery, a large pagoda built atop a hill that had likely once served to house the head monk and the monastery's most sacred artifacts.
Krivax didn't hesitate to share this information with the rest of his companions, knowing that they would need to come up with a plan now that they had pinpointed their target.
"I suppose it was too much to hope that we would catch the demon while it was inspecting its monstrosities or otherwise away from its lair," Tirion said with a disappointed sigh, studying the large numbers of undead surrounding the pagoda. "I doubt we'll simply be able to walk up to the demon and capture its soul, even with the artifact."
"No. We should be able to enter the monastery without much issue, but actually approaching the demon will require a more intricate approach," Vizier Hadix agreed, his many eyes scanning the area and searching for any weakness. "The undead near the pagoda are clearly more alert and coordinated. It seems that there are quite a few lieutenants stationed there, powerful undead with some level of intelligence and autonomy."
"It's a shame that we need to be close to the Dreadlord if we want to capture their soul. Otherwise, we could just use our bomb to destroy them all," said Krivax as he gestured toward Masruk to come join the rest of the group. "Maybe we should use it to create a distraction after we ensure that the demon can't just teleport away?"
Aside from the artifact designed to hide their life force, their group had been provided with several other items as well. The most important artifact was naturally the one-of-its-kind Soul Gem being carried in Hadix's robes that would suck in the souls of any demonic entities that died near it. While the rest of their artifacts were primarily derived from Titan technology, the Soul Gem had actually required the assistance of someone capable of wielding Fel magic in its creation.
The negotiations that convinced the kaldorei to permit Illidan's participation in its creation had been tense and relied a lot on the Dragonflights to serve as mediators. As a result, there were quite a few important political matters riding on the results of this mission.
The second was a much more traditional Titanic artifact that would instantly prevent spatial magic from working over a very large area. If there was one thing that the Titans were good at, it was their ability to shut down magic they didn't want to function.
After all, there was a reason they'd been able to successfully seal away several world-devouring eldritch gods.
The last device was much more simple than any of the other artifacts, a mana bomb infused with Aspect of Magic's potent arcane energies. The bomb would be suitable for destroying the pagoda and everything inside of it, along with most of the surrounding structures, if not for the fact that doing so would ensure the Dreadlord's escape into the Twisting Nether.
"It would be far better if we used the weapon to destroy the undead protecting the demon than as a mere distraction," Vizier Hadix immediately refuted, his tone thoughtful. "We are formidable, but not so formidable that we can fight through an entire fortress before being overwhelmed by the enemy's reinforcements. We must also ensure the demon is prevented from fleeing before we make our attack known."
Given how cunning the Dreadlords were said to be, that made sense to Krivax. They certainly couldn't count on the demon willingly staying in the fortress for several minutes while the monastery was blowing up around them.
"Could we perhaps make use of your nerubian magic to tunnel beneath their fortifications and into the enemy stronghold?" asked Tirion, turning a curious gaze to Hadix. "I've seen your people use many such tactics against the Horde during the Second War to great effect, after all."
"Even from this distance, I can sense wards designed to detect any approach from beneath the monastery. We would be encircled within moments of trying to dig our way inside," Vizier Hadix responded grimly.
I suppose it was too much to hope that the enemy wouldn't have learned about our capabilities, Krivax thought to himself with disappointment. Although… that does give me an idea.
"Watcher Ironaya, how quickly can you activate the anti-teleportation artifact, and how apparent would its effects be to the Dreadlord?" Krivax asked, his thoughts racing as a plan began to form in his mind.
"The artifact's activation would be immediate, and its effects obvious to any competent mage," said Ironaya, her voice monotone as she responded. "The Dreadlord will realize that he's being targeted within moments."
Krivax nodded, taking a moment to gather his thoughts as the pieces of his plan began falling together. Hadix was right that they needed to cut off any escape routes before launching their attack, which would inevitably alert the demon. That being the case, their target would almost certainly surround themselves with as many powerful undead as they possibly could.
However, if they were to intentionally set off the underground wards farther away from the fortress after activating the anti-teleportation artifact and alerting their enemy, then the Dreadlord should divert at least a portion of their forces to repel the perceived threat. Such a group of undead would be the perfect target for their mana bomb.
"There would still be a significant number of undead standing between us and the Dreadlord," Vizier Hadix warned once Krivax finished sharing his plan, expression thoughtful as he considered the matter. "Our enemy will not be foolish enough to send away the entirety of his defenses, especially once he realizes he's been trapped."
"Whatever foul undead remain will fall to the Light," said Tirion, determination clear in his voice. "The Silver Hand will allow me to cut through them like a scythe through wheat."
The paladin was substantially more confident than Krivax, but he was probably correct to be so. The combined might of their group was enough to destroy large numbers of undead, and with the enemy forces substantially weakened by the bomb they should be able to carve a path to the Dreadlord.
Their group discussed the plan for a while longer, going over the details and laying out the potential issues that were likely to arise. Ultimately, they decided that while it wouldn't be easy or quiet, such a plan was their best shot given the circumstances.
After all, there had always been a limit to how close they would be able to get without being forced to fight the rest of the way through. At least this would allow them to destroy a considerable portion of their enemy before that confrontation would occur.
"Very well. If there is nothing else, then we should avoid wasting any more time," Vizier Hadix said decisively once they had gone over every aspect of their strategy. "Watcher Ironaya, activate the artifact. We will need to hide any sign of Life energy in our bodies if we are to continue any further."
Ironaya gave a short nod before retrieving an orb inscribed with dense Titan runes along its surface from her personal spatial bag. Krivax knew nothing about how it functioned, but he had no doubt that it was a masterpiece of artificing that any Archmage would kill to study.
For a single moment a series of magical spells too complex for him to understand passed between Ironaya and the orb before the artifact activated, most likely some manner of verification magic known only to the Titans and their creations. However, Krivax didn't have much time to consider the matter before a wave of energy washed over the group, leaving him feeling… profoundly wrong.
The potent pool of Life energy that Krivax had felt within him from the moment he'd been empowered by Alexstrasza was abruptly suppressed. It wasn't gone completely or even diminished, but the comforting warmth that he'd grown used to was suddenly hidden away from him.
Instead, he felt utterly cold. The chill of Death affected him not only physically, but also mentally as his very emotions seemed to grow more… distant.
Krivax already hated the sensation and couldn't wait until it was over. If being an undead felt even a fraction as horrible as what he was experiencing, then the Scourge were even more of a tragedy than he'd first thought.
"We must move quickly, lest your mortal bodies die in truth," Ironaya cautioned, stirring their group from the temporary stupor they had been plunged into.
Vizier Hadix immediately began covering them in illusions of undead creatures to avoid drawing attention. Before long, Hadix, Krivax, Tirion, and Ironaya all looked the part of undead pandaren monks, their bodies carrying distinct signs of decay and undeath.
Meanwhile, Masruk looked like one of the large cranes native to the area that had been killed and added to the Scourge's forces. With the magic in place, Masruk didn't hesitate before spreading his wings and began flying to his position above the stronghold while carrying the mana bomb within its specially made spatial container.
All of them would need to ensure that they did nothing that would reveal the illusion, such as bumping into something with their real bodies. While Krivax might look like a barely six-foot-tall corpse, he was still a giant spider person who was more than double that height.
With their disguises firmly in place, the group began their approach to the Tian Monastery. It didn't take long before they were close enough to be spotted by the undead surrounding the stronghold. Much to his relief, the combination of illusions and death magic was enough to prevent the mindless creatures from paying them the slightest amount of attention while they shambled past.
Even through his dampened emotions, Krivax felt more than a little tense as they passed by the walls surrounding the monastery. The majority of his focus was on ensuring he didn't step on or bump into any of the undead surrounding them, while also ignoring the foul smell of decay as best he could. Krivax occasionally also noticed some of the more intelligent undead, usually either naga or pandaren monks, glance at them with curious expressions.
However, any interest directed toward them was almost immediately replaced by utter apathy as the undead returned to their duties.
Seeing this, Krivax couldn't help but wonder how much of their success so far was due to their group's competence and how much was owed to the lack of motivation among the undead. A combination of the Scourge's shortage of necromancers and the Lich King's absence significantly weakened their control over the undead hordes.
Unfortunately, the undead surrounding the Dreadlord's central stronghold were almost certainly the most intelligent and loyal, meaning their group was attracting more and more attention the closer they got to their target. While they might appear and feel no different from any other member of the Scourge, four unfamiliar undead walking into a fortified area were still quite conspicuous.
Not only that, but it seemed like the Scourge was smart enough to place some of its more vigilant sentries atop the monastery's many pagoda's. Krivax could tell that one of the closer sentries was focused on them, likely having noticed some inconsistency.
Their group had already discussed the matter earlier and decided they couldn't risk speaking to any of the intelligent undead. Most of the Scourge's intelligent undead spoke either Nazaj or Mogu, the languages of the naga and pandaren respectively, and would notice any strange accent or usage of translation magic.
That was a risk they couldn't afford to take, so at the point when they were attracting too much attention, Vizier Hadix discreetly began to lead them down a path away from the central stronghold and toward a less occupied action of the monastery. Both the forge and the training grounds seemed to be in constant use, so their best option was to head towards one of the mediation gardens, which had largely been abandoned by the Scourge.
"This seems to be as close as we can approach without being exposed," Vizier Hadix said under his breath as he swept his gaze through the garden, finding only dead plants and tainted soil. "It will take me some time to trigger the underground wards sufficiently far enough from us so that the bomb does not threaten our safety. You all will ensure that I am undisturbed."
Krivax was about to nod in agreement before he suddenly sensed something in the distance that caught his attention.
"That may be a bit difficult," Krivax said solemnly, drawing the attention of his companions. "One of the sentries on one of the pagoda's was paying close attention to us earlier, and I can now sense several of them quickly moving in our direction."
"Then we must destroy the undead as quickly as possible," Ironaya said without hesitation. "We cannot allow ourselves to be discovered."
"True, but I fear that we lack the ability to do so without revealing ourselves," said Tirion, glancing toward the several undead flying above the monastery. "Calling upon the Light in this dark place would be like lighting a lighthouse in the night. Even if we attempt to act subtly, we risk being noticed by the abominations above us."
Krivax felt the same way. While their location was somewhat secluded, it wasn't so far away that a sudden burst of violence wouldn't draw attention.
"I can handle it," Krivax announced as he reached into his spatial bag and retrieved a flask filled with a dark alchemical liquid. "I'd hoped to use the elixir given to me by Archmage Kel'thuzad on one of the more powerful undead, but it seems like we have no choice but to use it now."
Vizier Hadix only hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Very well. Go and hurry back. We should be ready to proceed by the time you return."
Krivax didn't need to be told twice and immediately set out to meet the scout as Hadix began casting his spell. It didn't take long after leaving the garden before he caught sight of the undead sentries who were approaching them, three nagas carrying wickedly sharp glaives.
"You, what are you doing here?" the largest of them hissed, its voice dripping with suspicion. "I don't recognize you, monk. Lord Mal'Ganis ordered that none but his most trusted are to approach the Inner Sanctum. Identify yourself!"
Krivax directed his illusionary body to bow, even as he approached the naga at a calm pace and removed the stopper from the flask. While there was no visible indication, Krivax could sense a mass of magic immediately surge from the flask and toward the closest undead.
"I will not ask again! Identify yourself, or… or…"
The undead's voice trailed off as its gaze slowly lost focus, the elixir's magic taking hold. The other two, sensing something amiss, seemed as if they were about to attack before they also suddenly became still, their eyes glazing over.
Krivax nodded in satisfaction as he glanced at his surroundings, realizing that none of the other undead had noticed the brief confrontation. From the perspective of anyone watching, it would have appeared as though the sentries had simply stopped to converse with the disguised monk.
"Return to your post and act as if everything is normal," Krivax ordered the naga after he was certain Kel'Thuzad's alchemical concoction had successfully stripped the undead of their will. "Once Mal'Ganis announces an incoming attack from underground, I want you to rally as many of the Scourge as possible and lead them toward the point of attack."
That hadn't been a part of their plan, but there was no sense in letting an opportunity to lead more undead to their destruction via mana bomb go to waste. The naga, now completely enthralled by the elixir, nodded in unison before departing.
Krivax had been somewhat skeptical when Archmage Kel'Thuzad and Queen Kithix had told him what the elixir could do, but he shouldn't have been surprised. With the resources of Azjol-Nerub, Kel'Thuzad's talent in necromancy, and a directive to create as many anti-undead weapons as they possibly could, the results were bound to be potent.
The Scourge would no doubt evolve and adapt, but ample warning had given the Alliance plenty of time to prepare, and they had not wasted it.
Returning to the group, Krivax relayed the success of his mission. Vizier Hadix, who had been busy with his spellwork, looked up with a nod of approval. "Good. Then it is time that we proceed with the next phase of our mission. My spell has been prepared. You are free to activate the anti-teleportation artifact when ready, Watcher Ironaya."
Without comment, Ironaya retrieved another orb similar to the one from before and began the process of activating it. Everyone including Krivax and Tirion steeled themselves for what was to come. They'd reached the point where subterfuge could no longer get them any further, and would soon be fighting for their lives.
Krivax could feel the moment that Ironaya finished activating the artifact, causing a palpable wave of energy to wash over the entire monastery. Vizier Hadix didn't waste any time, swiftly finishing his geomancy spell and sending a small shockwave running through the eastern side of the monastery.
The effect of this was near immediate, as the demonic presence that Krivax had been focusing on grew extremely agitated. Moments later, countless undead creatures began swarming toward the apparent point of attack as they prepared for an invasion.
Undead monks jumped across the rooftops of their former home while cloud serpents circled the area and armored naga arranged themselves in defensive lines. There were even several giants who had squeezed themselves through the streets of the monastery and were preparing to unleash their wrath on any intruders. The Scourge had mustered an impressive defense in a very short time, and even the most powerful of invading forces would have suffered immense casualties just trying to push through it.
Mal'Ganis is about to realize that he has made a very poor decision, Krivax thought with some glee.
Before the Dreadlord could further analyze the situation and realize that he'd been tricked, several things happened in quick succession.
First, Ironaya deactivated the artifact suppressing their Life energy and covering them in necromantic energy, much to Krivax's relief. Following that, Vizier Hadix immediately released the illusions covering their group and signaled toward Masruk's figure above the Scourge forces. Finally, their group began creating their most powerful barriers around themselves while Masruk flew away from the epicenter of the bomb as quickly as possible.
The moment the mana bomb made contact with the ground, it detonated with an ear-splitting explosion of arcane magic that utterly obliterated any undead in its immediate vicinity. The shockwave from the explosion was nothing short of cataclysmic, tearing apart undead and destroying any nearby buildings. Debris went flying in all directions at breakneck speed, adding another layer of destruction that rippled through the Scourge's defenses.
Krivax winced as what seemed to be the roof of a temple crashed against their barriers, sending a shower of shattered tiles and splintered wood in all directions. The force of the impact was immense, but their combined barriers held firm and absorbed the brunt of the explosion's aftermath.
As the dust began to settle, the devastation became clear. A massive crater filled with crystallized arcane magic now occupied the space where the bomb had landed, torrents of wild arcane energy still crackling and sparking within. The surrounding area was a waste land of broken buildings and inanimate corpses, with the Scourge forces that had been so hastily assembled completely destroyed.
The few that remained were wandering aimlessly, the spells that controlled them disrupted by sheer potency of the bomb's arcane magic.
"The enemy is in disarray. It is time for us to attack," said Vizier Hadix, his voice pulling everyone's attention back to the present. "We must capture the demon as quickly as possible before they can reorganize."
With that, Hadix began charging toward the central stronghold while destroying any undead in his path with a flurry of arcane spells.
Ironaya didn't hesitate to follow suit, reverting to her true Titanic Watcher form and simply stomping on any undead unfortunate enough to draw near.
Tirion followed moments after, retrieving the Silver Hand and releasing a potent nova of Light that bolstered his allies and burned away the undead.
Masruk danced through the skills, his spear a flurry of motion as it pierced the skulls of the airborne undead attempting to swarm them. He would also occasionally reach into his spatial bag and drop gnomish bombs atop any large group of undead beneath him.
Krivax summoned his silk golem and sent it rampaging among the undead while summoning walls of Life-infused flames on the path behind them that protected them from any undead attempting to ambush them. Several of the less intelligent undead ran in regardless, causing them to catch aflame and quickly disintegrate.
Their group was few in number, but their combined might was overwhelming to the Scourge's shattered defenses. Each step they took was met with resistance, but their group was able to very quickly push their way to the central stronghold.
"Go, slay the demon and capture his soul," said Ironaya as she shattered an undead sea giant's skull with a swing of her massive hammer and stood by the stronghold's entrance. "I will prevent any reinforcements from entering. I will not grow tired, and only the strongest of blows can harm my form."
Krivax nodded, directing his golem to fight alongside the Titanic Watcher and Masruk as he, Tirion, and Hadix charged into the fortress. Their non-organic forms meant that Ironaya and his golem were well-suited to last against a tide of undead, but even they would fall if Mal'Ganis was not captured quickly.
"Paladin, to the front! Krivax, guide us toward the Dreadlord," Vizier Hadix called out as he teleported away from a group of undead monks who had attempted to ambush him, reappearing behind Tirion.
"Gladly," said Tirion, eyes glowing brightly as his grip tightened on the Silver Hand. "For the Light!"
Krivax could sense Mal'Ganis moving through the upper levels of the fortress, his malignant presence pulsating with both shock and fury. After relaying this information to the group, the three of them began swiftly ascending the fortress. The Scourge that moved to stop them were very formidable, many of them monsters that could have potentially killed dozens of soldiers on their own.
However, the decision to equip Tirion with the Silver Hand quickly proved its worth. The legendary weapon, imbued with the purest essence of the Light, cleaved through undead with ease, its radiant glow drastically weakening any nearby undead.
"The hallway to the left!" Krivax shouted as Hadix froze a torrent of water sent their way by a naga sea witch and sent the jagged ice structure crashing back toward her. "We're nearly there!"
As they drew closer to their target, they ran into several brutal magical traps that had been quickly set up by the Dreadlord. It wasn't anything they couldn't handle, but it was enough that Tirion and Krivax took a moment to heal their wounds. Once they were ready, the three of them stepped into the chamber where Mal'Ganis awaited.
The chamber itself was quite large, and was clearly used as a place for the Scourge to plan its operations. Maps of various regions of Pandaria were pinned to the walls, marked with symbols and notes that indicated strategic points and troop movements. On the other side of a large obsidian table stood Mal'Ganis and what were likely several of his strongest undead subordinates.
A part of Krivax had expected to be greeted with villainous prattle similar to when he'd fought Detheroc, but one look at Mal'Ganis expression told him that wouldn't be the case. His eyes, glowing with malevolent green light, were filled with pure rage and hatred. The demon only spoke a single word as he prepared to unleash his fury.
"Die."
With a wave of his hand, a stream of Felfire so hot that it melted everything in its path surged towards their group. A pair of undead monks, more fluid in their motions than any they'd previously encountered, lunged toward them. A patchwork monstrosity of flesh, bone, and too many limbs let loose an unearthly scream before charging from the side, its wail tearing at Krivax's mental defenses.
Tirion let out a roar of challenge as the paladin met the Felfire head-on, the Silver Hand shining brighter than it ever had. The hammer's radiant glow quickly overwhelmed the flames, causing them to harmlessly dissipate before Tirion charged the seemingly shocked Dreadlord and engaged him in direct combat.
The undead monks were met with a barrage of highly accurate arcane missiles that forced them to jump away and deflect the attacks with magic enchanted blows. Hadix swiftly took advantage, weaving a series of spells with a speed and precision that put his opponents on the defensive.
Meanwhile, Krivax focused on the patchwork monstrosity, launching a stream of Life-infused flames to disrupt the dark energies that held the creature together. Unfortunately, it soon became clear why Mal'Ganis had chosen to keep this particular abomination close at hand, as it very quickly regenerated any damage done to its person. It also seemed to exude some kind of diseased gas into the air that would have already caused Krivax to grow sick if not for his empowerment.
Realizing that it would take far too long to deal with the thing by himself, Krivax launched it across the room with a blast of arcane magic and froze it to the wall. Following that, he turned to assist Hadix, surrounding the Vizier in a pillar of flames that healed him and prevented the undead from drawing closer.
This seemed to be enough to tip the tides of battle, as it gave Hadix enough space to cast several spells that slowly boxed the agile undead into a corner of the room. A subsequent stream of fire from Krivax very quickly turned the creatures to ash. Krivax called for his mentor to help him destroy the patchwork monstrosity next, but decided that it was best to simply solidify and reinforce the frost trapping it.
When Krivax was finally able to turn his attention to the fight between Tirion and the Dreadlord, he was unsurprised to see that their portion of the chamber had been completely destroyed. Felfire lingered everywhere, while both combatants had sustained several gruesome wounds. Mal'Ganis was quite clearly the more skilled warrior, dancing between Tirion's swings with a grace borne from millennia of experience, but it was also clear that he was losing.
Dreadlords were extremely formidable demons, but their strongest weapons had always been their minds.
Tirion, on the other hand, was one of the most powerful paladins on Azeroth and had been gifted the weapon of a Keeper. He was a warrior who had managed to successfully lead an assault against the Lich King at the height of his power during the original timeline. What he lacked in skill, Tiron more than made up for in determination and his connection to the Light.
"Why won't you die!" Mal'Ganis bellowed as his claws left a wound in Tirion's side.
Ignoring his injury, Tirion struck the Dreadlord with single-minded focus, his blow sending Mal'Ganis flying across the chamber. "I will die only when the Light no longer needs my service, monster."
Neither of them willing to waste an opportunity, Krivax and Hadix both attacked the downed demon with their most powerful attacks, causing Mal'Ganis to scream in pain as his body was slowly torn apart. After several moments, Krivax noticed an enraged look in the Dreadlord's eyes and immediately summoned an arcane barrier, expecting one last desperate attack.
However, Krivax was nearly struck dumb with shock as Tirion charged across the chamber and brought the Silver Hand down on Mal'Ganis' head with enough force to shake the room. The paladin's blow unleashed a surge of Light that briefly blinded Krivax and forced him to look away.
When he looked back, Krivax was greeted by the sight of a glowing Tirion standing over Mal'Ganis' headless corpse. Krivax immediately turned his attention to Hadix, who had already retrieved the Soul Gem from his robes and was examining it with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Mal'Ganis has been captured," said Hadix after several tense moments, causing Krivax to nearly double over in relief. "I can sense his putrid soul quite clearly within the Soul Gem. He is... less than pleased."
Good, Krivax thought spitefully.
After what happened with Detheroc, this was a victory that he had needed. Krivax still wasn't quite sure what the Burning Legion had managed to learn from his memories, but now they had the chance to regain the advantage that he might have lost them.
If they were lucky, then Malygos will have already returned from the Isle of Thunder and they would be able to hand the Soul Gem over to him. The Aspect of Magic would be their best bet at extracting information from the demon.
Given that the Lich King could be planning a counterattack at this very moment, much of that information could even be extremely time sensitive.
"There is no time to waste," said Hadix, already leading them out of the chamber as he returned the gem holding the captured demon to his robes. "We must meet with Ironaya, deactivate the anti-teleportation artifact, and flee this place before the Scourge can regroup and mount a counterattack."
Krivax and Tirion both nodded in agreement, following behind the Vizier as they quickly made their way out of the fortress. The number of undead had increased dramatically since they had entered the stronghold and were swarming over Ironaya and Krivax's golem while Masruk was on the ground stabbing at them with his spear. All of them sported significant injuries, with Masruk even having lost one of his wings.
Upon seeing this, Tirion immediately let loose a blinding wave of Light that caused the undead to recoil and give their allies a brief respite. Ironaya immediately deactivated the anti-teleportation artifact, and the rest of them defended Hadix while the Vizier began casting the spell to take their group away.
They were all exhausted from the battle, but still managed to hold their ground long enough to disappear from the Scourge stronghold in a flash of light, with the soul of one very angry Dreadlord as their prize.
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Wait. How did he teleport, I thought ALL spatial magic was locked down? See below:
I REALLY hope Krivak, or Hadix, think to use one of their memory boosting potions to recall the troop movements. That kind of intel would be a god send to any commander.
Honestly? This entire chapter felt like a D&D adventure. And I don't mean one of the preplanned modules, I mean like an adventure a group of slightly drunk friends would have in their home brew game. Perfection.
Chapter 82
Malygos sneered disdainfully as he created a beam of arcane magic that tore through the most recent wave of undead attempting to prevent him and Alexstrasza from venturing deeper into the Throne of Thunder.
He would normally have simply destroyed them with a sweep of his tail rather than going through the effort of casting a spell, but these halls were too small to hold his true form.
Reducing the Throne of Thunder to rubble was a potential option, but doing so would have taken far too long. The fortress was constructed on a leyline nexus using materials scavenged from the local Titan facilities that had been damaged during the Sundering. Its defenses were so robust that even Malygos and Alexstrasza would face difficulty destroying it without first disabling the devices fueling its wards.
Besides, it was in their best interest to capture this place mostly intact, so that they could learn as much as possible about the Scourge's activities.
Unfortunately, this meant that Malygos was stuck walking slowly through the fortress in his mortal form, facing countless undead and magical traps. He and Alexstrasza were still only making their way through the Throne of Thunder's exterior courtyards, yet they had already faced significant defenses.
These included a hundred-foot-long undead cloud serpent brimming with lightning magic, a half-dozen patchwork necromantic abominations that ambushed them in a giant colosseum, and hundreds of patrolling ghosts that attempted to siphon their very life essence.
Malygos had to admit that the Scourge had done a fairly impressive job reinforcing the Throne of Thunder against assault. A conventional army would have suffered an absurd number of casualties in assaulting such a powerful fortress.
However… hindrance was all that the Scourge was able to accomplish against two Aspects.
Even without the aid of their Flights, who were assigned to securing the destroyed areas that Malygos and Alexstrasza left in their wake, they were making steady progress. It would have gone quicker if they were actually fighting alongside their Flights, but neither of them were willing to allow the unnecessary deaths that would have resulted from such a decision.
Better that he and Alexstrasza serve as the spearhead to the assault while the rest of their kin cleaned up behind them.
"I can already see you growing overconfident, brother," said Alexstrsaza as she raised her hand and unleashed a wave of Life-infused flames that utterly engulfed the hallway in front of them, clearing the path ahead of undead. "Remember that it would be unwise for us to underestimate the Scourge. As strong as we may be, the Dreadlords advising our enemies will have almost certainly prepared traps for us."
"Is that supposed to concern me?" asked Malygos, idly conjuring a barrier against the multitude of traps that engulfed the hallway with arcs of lightning. "All that they could hope to do is delay us."
Malygos took a moment to carefully dispel the magical traps that the Scourge had left behind. There was a secondary activation mechanism behind the first that would have eluded most mages and triggered a rather powerful explosion, but was soon rendered harmless under his expert touch.
"That may be, but we must keep in mind that we will likely have to face Ra," Alexstrasza admonished as they stopped to examine the path ahead. After finally clearing through the courtyards, they were standing in front of a large walkway leading toward the fortress' impressively large gate. "This place is fortified extensively with Titan technology, which a Keeper would be adept at using should he have turned against us."
As much as Malygos may not want to admit it, he knew that Alexstrasza was right to be cautious. He didn't fear many things in this world, but Titan technology was one of the few things on Azeroth that he willingly acknowledged was beyond him.
There had been many throughout the millennia who worshiped him and his siblings as something akin to gods, but Malygos had never truly allowed himself to believe such titles.
Not when he had seen true Godhood in the form of the Titans.
Just as they were crossing the walkway and Malygos was about to acknowledge his sister's wisdom, his attention was suddenly caught by a buildup in magical energy directly above them. Shockingly, the barrier that Malygos conjured in response a half-second later was only barely able to withstand the massive bolt of magical lightning that slammed down on him and Alexstrasza.
The attack was so powerful that it utterly obliterated the walkway and pushed the two of them several dozen feet into the earth through sheer force. Once the smoke and debris cleared, Malygos realized that he and Alexstrasza had actually been sent crashing into an underground cavern system filled to the brim with undead.
Malygos took one look at the tedious number of enemies in front of him and decided to cast a flight spell on both himself and Alexstrasza. He had absolutely no interest in wasting any more time dealing with mindless minions than necessary.
"Well, I suppose that serves as definitive confirmation," Alexstrasza said wryly as they flew through the massive hole that had been carved through the earth. "That degree of power is completely beyond what the Scourge could have mustered on their own."
"Sister, in the future, I would appreciate it if you did not curse us with such accurately timed warnings," said Malygos, carefully examining the movement of magic in his surroundings as Alexstrasza easily pushed open the several ton gate that led further into the depths of the fortress.
Were it not for his quick reaction time, they would have both suffered non-negligible injuries prior to their confrontation with Ra, which would have left them in a difficult position.
The second that he and Alexstrasza stepped into the Throne of Thunder's interior, Malygos was momentarily struck dumb by the sight in front of him. A massive statue of what could only be Lei Shen, the mortal emperor who had captured Ra and constructed this fortress, stood with his hands atop two Titan-crafted pylons emitting significant amounts of magic.
He'd already been impressed by the Throne of Thunder's construction, but now he was genuinely taken aback by the audacity of the mortals who had built this place.
Their mastery of Titan technology significantly surpassed my expectations, Malygos thought to himself as he studied his surroundings. This does not bode well. What manner of horrors could they have managed to create with the artifacts they discovered in the depths of the facility? What did the Scourge manage to accomplish while they held control over this place?
"We must push forward and find Ra," Alexstrasza said urgently, likely having reached the same conclusion as himself. "The sooner we can secure this fortress, the better."
"There's no doubt that he'll be hiding in the most well-guarded chamber of this structure, likely with traps already prepared for our arrival," Malygos warned as he fell into stride beside her. "That would be the obvious choice. Along with an abundance of defenses to wear us down along the way."
And sure enough, Malygos' prediction was quickly validated as the Scourge confronted them with a steady stream of undead more powerful than those outside of the Throne of Thunder. The worst of them were the spirits of Lei Shen's most elite soldiers, who knew the fortress better than anyone else and fought with fanatical fervor even in undeath to repel any invaders. It made Malygos more grateful than ever that the two of them were clearing the way on their own, especially once a cloud of diseased smog began to fill the hallways.
The Blue Dragonflight was already diminished enough from millennia of mismanagement; Malygos didn't need his incessant guilt compounded by the sight of his kin dying to a plague.
"This disease is more virulent than any we've seen deployed by the Scourge before," Malygos warned his sibling as he simultaneously analyzed the magical disease attempting to decay his flesh. "We need to find and destroy the source of this smog before it spreads beyond the Throne of Thunder. The thick mist is not nearly enough to overcome our innate magic, but our Flights would quickly find themselves choking on this accursed blight."
"It's emanating from the fortress' eastern wing," Alexstrasza said as she casually grabbed the spectral blade of a mogu warrior and engulfed the spirit in flames, her enchanted gauntlet allowing her to touch the ethereal being. "I can sense potent Life energies, twisted in an unnatural manner that is even more disturbing than the rampant undead."
With their destination set, the two of them quickly made their way through the twisting corridors of the Throne of Thunder, occasionally stopping to deal with the abominable monstrosities left behind by the Scourge. However, those monstrosities were somehow less vexing than the congealed pools of animated Anima that attempted to kill them.
Slimes were a rare but known creature on Azeroth, and were generally the result of reckless alchemical experimentation or when multiple types of magic coalesced in a particular area. Void magic was particularly susceptible to generating such beings, which was why the blood of powerful Void entities had a tendency to animate and kill anything nearby.
The knowledge that these abominations were more than likely the ichor of Highkeeper Ra, unwillingly harvested from his body over millennia, lent a particular kind of horror to the situation.
The first time that Alexstrasza attempted to engulf the creatures in her Life-infused flames, they both regretted it as the creatures immediately absorbed the Aspect of Life's potent magic and swelled in size. The resulting creature was so grotesque and powerful that Malygos ended up teleporting it into the caverns beneath the fortress rather than taking the effort to destroy it.
From that point on, Malygos very pointedly did not allow Alexstrasza to offer her assistance as he methodically froze each of the Anima slimes in blocks of ice. As they ventured deeper, the concentration of smog grew denser and more toxic, until Malygos was forced to cast a spell over the two of them just so that they could see.
Once they finally reached the source of the smog, both of them were momentarily struck dumb by the scene in front of them.
In the center of a massive chamber was an enormous vat, overflowing with the pulsating diseased smog. Attached to the vat were multiple long pipes that led to even larger containers filled with Highkeeper Ra's blood all along the room. What must have been the greatest source of Anima in the world outside of Ulduar was clearly being used exclusively for monstrous experiments and as the primary ingredient for the Scourge's plague.
Malygos was suddenly more grateful than ever that he had been forewarned of the Scourge by Krivax. Otherwise, he could not imagine the horrors the Lich King would have been able to create if the Burning Legion had held uncontested control over this place for several years.
Malygos wasn't quite sure that even he and his siblings would have been able to overcome them.
Just as he was about to recommend to Alexstrasza that they stop to cleanse this place, a deep, resonating voice that neither of them had heard for countless years echoed throughout the chamber.
"Beneath this chamber, in Lei Shen's secret prison, I waited in darkness for millennia. The silence pierced only by the mortals who tormented and twisted my very life essence in their profane experiments to gain power they did not deserve. I prayed constantly that my fellow Keepers, the Aspects, or even the slain Titans would somehow free me from my captivity. Yet eons pass, and you only arrive now, when it is far too late."
The figure that stepped out of the shadows was like a twisted shell compared to the Keeper that existed in Malygos' memory. Along what should be a nearly indestructible body forged with titansteel by the Titan Aggramar himself were horrific gashes and wounds, revealing flowing streams of Anima. Worse yet were sickly green arcs of lightning emanating from his body and the distinct feeling of Fel magic that permeated the air around him.
Malygos was not surprised by this. Highkeeper Ra had clearly been found by the Scourge in an extremely vulnerable state, and everything he knew about necromantic magic told him that the inorganic Keepers would be resistant to its effects.
It only made sense that the Dreadlords would suffuse the Keeper with Fel magic the moment that they found him.
Still, he had hoped that Ra would have been able to resist longer than he had. Malygos shared a concerned glance with Alexstrasza and subtly gestured for her to distract the fallen Keeper.
He was not normally one to engage an enemy in conversation before combat, but he could sense that a powerful and complex magical ward had begun spreading through the entire fortress the moment Ra entered the chamber. Malygos needed time if he wanted to figure out the extent of whatever trap the Keeper had prepared for them.
"Highkeeper Ra, had we known what was happening to you, we would have come far sooner," said Alexstrasza, her voice gentle and full of empathy as she spoke to the Keeper as if he was a wounded animal. "Please, we were not here before, but we are now. Do not allow the Fel's corruption to turn you against Azeroth and the Titans. Let me cleanse you of the Burning Legion's taint."
That was clearly the wrong thing to say, as Highkeeper Ra's response was swift and filled with rage.
"Even before I was found by the Scourge, I had already seen the truth," said Highkeeper Ra, the Keeper speaking with more emotion than Malygos had ever seen when he had been uncorrupted. "Azeroth is twisted and corrupted beyond redemption. Whether it be the Burning Legion or the Old Gods, there is no hope for this doomed world. You speak to me of turning against the Makers, but they are gone and Sargeras is the only Titan who remains."
That was all Malygos needed to hear to realize that nothing productive would come out of speaking to the Keeper, so he ignored him and Alexstrasza as he focused on probing the Throne of Thunder's magical defenses.
Highkeeper Ra had not been exaggerating when he claimed that he had been imprisoned in a hidden cell beneath this very chamber. The magical wards necessary to imprison a Keeper for so long would have to be impossibly complex and were clearly a product of the Throne of Thunder's Titan technology. There were signs that the mesh of security measures had been moved from the prison and were being spread through the fortress.
He could even sense a magical barrier slowly being erected around the structure's exterior, preventing their Flights from entering.
Even Malygos would now find it difficult to teleport out of the Throne of Thunder without suffering potentially fatal side effects once the barrier was fully activated. It would even have a dampening effect on both himself and Alexstrasza, making them notably weaker.
Still, Malygos was the Aspect of Magic and he knew that every magical system had its own vulnerabilities. There would almost certainly be a control mechanism deeper in the fortress, or he could even disable the wards himself if he had enough time to study it.
His analysis finished, Malygos decided to interrupt the ongoing exchange between Alexstrasza and the Keeper. As someone who had been driven to the very brink of despair and madness, he could tell that Highkeeper Ra had already been pushed over that precipice.
There were no amount of impassioned pleas or empathetic speeches that would help this situation.
Never one to let an opportunity pass him by, Malygos silently cast a spell to dramatically hasten his speed before dashing forward and unleashing an enormous burst of carefully shaped arcane magic that sent the Keeper flying back several meters. The attack had not been meant to do any real damage, but Malygos instead aimed to separate Highkeeper Ra from the chamber he had obviously planned to fight them in.
In his experience, it was never a good idea to allow an enemy their preferred battleground.
"I hope you're not naive enough to believe that these wards will be enough for you to defeat us," said Malygos, his voice carrying a hint of derision as he stalked forward and unleashed a multitude of spells that pushed the Keeper into a nearby hallway. Alexstrasza was quick to join as well, her clawed gauntlets engulfed in potent flames carving into Ra as she attacked with grim resolve. "If so, then the Fel corruption has addled your senses beyond recognition. Even weakened and separated from our Flights, we will still be more than capable of overpowering you."
It was not an empty boast. The only Keepers who Malygos would honestly fear to engage in open battle with were Tyr and potentially Odyn. However, Malygos found himself mildly surprised when the fallen Keeper failed to react with the fury that he had expected.
"That may be true, but I am no fool," said Highkeeper Ra, chuckling as he erupted in an enormous blast of Fel empowered lightning that forced Malygos to shield himself and Alexstrasza behind an arcane barrier. "Nor is Tichondrius. He knew that the defenders of Azeroth would arrive on Pandaria before it could be subjugated and sought my assistance to deal with it. Look behind you, Aspects."
Cautiously, Malygos kept his gaze locked onto the Keeper for several moments. Once he was certain Ra had no intention to attack, he looked back into the chamber behind him and saw the vat of magical plague violently shaking as the surrounding smog grew more dense than ever. Suddenly, the vat erupted with a deafening explosion that destroyed the chamber in which it was contained, sending Anima and diseased trapped gasses flying in all directions.
The explosion was so powerful that Malygos had no doubt it would have demolished a lesser fortress and sent the plague spreading for miles around if not for the same magical defenses meant to contain him and Alexstrasza.
"With my knowledge of Anima, the Scourge was able to develop a plague beyond the ability of mortal magics to cure and spread containers like these all across the Pandaria," said Highkeeper Ra, his voice filled with insane malice as Alexstrasza spun toward him with a horrified expression. "Both my death and the activation of the release mechanism will result in countless mortal deaths, who will then rise up to serve the Scourge."
Malygos' mind immediately began to race as he considered potential ways to deal with the Keeper's trap before landing on an important discrepancy.
"Then why haven't you done so already?" Malygos asked suspiciously, locking eyes with the fallen Keeper. "I sincerely doubt it is due to any lingering mercy you may feel toward the mortals."
"Indeed not," said Highkeeper Ra, some of his pleased madness giving way for irritation. "At every turn, you have exceeded the Scourge's estimations, organizing an army and gaining access to Pandaria far quicker than anticipated. The amount of plague containers we could spread across the land is limited, but it is no matter. The Lich King has been made aware of your assault and what few containers exist are enough to keep you here."
Malygos instantly understood Ra's strategy. Even if the plague could not kill all of the mortals, it would kill far too many for Alexstrasza to tolerate.
Ysera was still occupied with the Emerald Nightmare and Primals while Nozdormu was dealing with a surge in attacks throughout the timeline by the Infinite Dragonflight. With Malygos and Alexstrasza contained in the Throne of Thunder by the threat of countless mortals being killed and raised as undead, the Lich King would be free to retaliate against the mortals of Azeroth without the Aspects intervening.
Naturally, Malygos would not allow himself to be killed no matter how many mortal lives hung in the balance, but neither would he recklessly do something that would make the situation worse.
So long as Ra held this threat over their heads, he and Alexstrasza would not be able to leave the Throne of Thunder. However, that situation extended both ways. So long as they were here, the fallen Keeper could not detonate the plague containers without losing all of his leverage.
"And now that you understand why you can neither kill me nor leave, I see no reason to refrain from sharing with you a portion of the torment that I've suffered," said Ra with a cruel smile as he raised his hand and unleashed an enormous bolt of Fel lightning that left behind a streak of melted stone as it streaked toward them.
The Keeper was clearly not holding back, and Malygos was forced to telekinetically throw himself and Alexstrasza out of the way rather than attempt to deflect the attack.
It only took Malygos a moment longer to consider a dozen different scenarios and decide that the best course of action was to discreetly bypass the Throne of Thunder's wards and send a telepathic message about what was happening to the outside. Accomplishing this would be impossible for anyone else, but Malygos' enemies were rarely able to anticipate everything his mastery over magic allowed him to do.
"Sister, help me by distracting him," Malygos telepathically said to Alexstrasza before quickly sharing his plan with her as they hastily avoided another barrage of Ra's furious assaults.
Alexstrasza nodded decisively before turning a furious gaze to the Keeper. Malygos cast a spell to hasten his sister's speed before the Dragon Queen leapt forward with the entirety of her strength toward Highkeeper Ra.
With Neltharion dead, Alexstrasza was by far the largest and thus the most physically powerful dragon currently alive, and every bit of that strength carried over to her mortal form. Malygos would personally consider himself and Nozdormu the most deadly Aspects in combat, but there was something awe-inspiring about seeing enough strength to destroy a mountain being focused into a single, unstoppable blow.
The entire Throne of Thunder seemed to shake as Alexstrasza rushed forward with enough speed to break the sound barrier and collided with Ra, her entire body aglow with vermillion flames. Highkeeper Ra was clearly caught off guard as the Dragon Queen sent the two of them hurtling through hallway after hallway. The many undead still infesting the fortress attempted to intervene, but were soon swallowed in either lightning or fire as two of the most powerful beings on Azeroth clashed.
Malygos was suddenly very glad Alexstrasza had chosen to accompany him, and he had no doubt that he would have enough space to send a message out of the fortress.
Still, it would take quite a lot of time until something could be done. That wouldn't be a problem for either him or Alexstraza, as there had been times during the War of the Ancients when they had both fought for weeks against endless waves of demons.
However, it did mean that the mortals would have to fend for themselves until then.
I suppose we'll have to trust in the preparations we've made, Malygos thought as he simultaneously focused on piercing the Throne of Thunder's defenses and assisting Alexstrasza. After everything we've done to strengthen the Alliance, I hope they will rise to the occasion.
When Krivax returned from his mission and regained contact with the Alliance Defense Force, he found them in a frantic state. It took the better part of a day to conclude their mission to capture Mal'Ganis, and he had planned to spend his time making formal diplomatic contact with the August Celestials.
All those plans had become moot, when he discovered that the Lich King had begun attacking the Eastern Kingdom's naval assets while he was gone.
That alone would be a daunting prospect given that the Lich King possessed a giant undead turtle that could bite through half a ship while remaining underwater, but the Scourge had even more forces than they anticipated. It seemed that they had somehow formed an alliance with the Kvaldir, a group of fearsome undead vrykul that launched gruesome raids across coastal cities under the cover of magical fog.
Krivax knew from his meta-knowledge that they worked for Helya, a vengeful former Titanic Watcher that ruled over the plane of Helheim, which was where the dead spirits of dishonorable vrykul went before becoming Kvaldir. The Scourge must have promised Helya something big to pull her attention away from Odyn, most likely assistance in vendetta against the Keeper.
Unfortunately, there was little in his meta-knowledge that could help the Alliance deal with coastal attacks by twelve-foot-tall undead giants that appeared without warning and killed everything in sight. The only reason that the situation was not worse was because the Alliance had already made preparations for an emergency evacuation of its coastal villages.
That and the quick response made possible by the Kirin Tor's portals and the Alliance Defense Force's rapidly deployable teams. However, that still left them having to deal with the Lich King's main attack.
"Are we certain that the Scourge intends to focus their attack entirely on the Kul'tiran capital?" Krivax asked as he watched the Lich King's ongoing attack on Boralus city through a scrying mirror placed in the Alliance Defense Force headquarters' main command room. "It would make the most sense logically if they wanted to cripple the Alliance's strongest naval power, but it's also a difficult target. Kul'Tiras is more prepared than any other coastal nation to defend against an attack from the sea."
The Kul'Tiran navy was holding a defensive position near the harbor under the protection of the Alliance's increasingly powerful air forces. Countless numbers of Gnomish aircraft, Nerubian fliers, Elvish dragonhawk riders, and Wildhammer dwarves atop their griffins were flying through the skies and harassing any undead who dared approach the city. Additionally, the Kirin Tor had established several powerful barriers to ward off any long-range bombardment from the Scourge.
It was an impressive show of defense by the Alliance, though one that the Lich King seemed determined to match. The sky was darkened with flocks of undead birds, cloud serpents, and couatl. The seas were swarming with kvaldir longships, naga, and sea giants that constantly launched waves of attacks against the Alliance defense. There were even three krakens attempting to destroy Kul'tiran ships with their long tentacles.
Thankfully, they were thwarted by the Alliance focusing on them whenever the undead leviathans rose above sea level. Krivax was glad to see that all of the preparations made by the Alliance had not been in vain, though he wished that they had some way to deal with the Scourge's primary stronghold.
Shen-zin Su was an even more awe-inspiring sight than he had anticipated. The undead turtle was truly massive, easily worthy of being referred to as the 'Wandering Isle.' It was so large that it resembled a floating mountain range more than an actual creature. The vast shell was covered in a thick layer of ice and snow, with massive Scourge structures built atop it. Towering pagodas, military installations, and hulking necropolises that gave an indication of the sheer number of undead that were stationed there.
The gargantuan creature was rhythmically swimming in a circular motion to intentionally create a series of thirty foot waves that repeatedly crashed against Boralus' coastal defenses. Were it not for the Kirin Tor, the city would have already been completely flooded with sea water.
"We've made every possible method of ensuring that they aren't attacking anywhere else," Rommath responded, his voice strained from the continuous stress and he handed over several documents. "Scrying attempts at the most likely locations show no signs of Scourge activity. Gnomeregan's strange submarine ships report nothing unusual in the other seas, and there have been no attempts to disrupt the Alliance's communication system."
Those were all fairly convincing arguments, but Krivax couldn't shake the feeling that it was too simple. His impression of the Dreadlords had led him to place Kul'Tiras as the bottom of the list of potential targets, despite it being one of the more rewarding choices if the Scourge secured victory.
Personally, he'd expected that the Lich King would go after Stormwind given that they were both relatively isolated and still recovering from the Second War.
However, all of the evidence indeed pointed to them attacking Kul'Tiras in the near future, and Krivax couldn't afford to delay sending out the Alliance Defense Force's teams in preparation for an attack. Even as he watched, one of the Kul'tiran ships' crews were being overwhelmed by kvaldir boarding parties and the waterfront was gradually deteriorating.
"You, send every team to Boralus that isn't already there," Krivax ordered, startling the gnomish administrator who he'd chosen at random. "Except for team Rhonin. They're to remain on standby in case of any unforeseen attacks elsewhere on Azeroth."
The gnome nodded quickly, scribbling down a few notes before rushing out.
Rommath rubbed his temple, his frustration evident. "I don't like this. As powerful as our forces are, it's difficult for the Alliance to defend against a complicating factor such as Shen-Zin Su without the assistance of the Aspects. Are we certain that they cannot be extricated from the Throne of Thunder?"
Krivax glanced down at the report he'd received from the Dragonflight's diplomat to the Alliance less than an hour ago. "Not anytime soon. We'll just have to deal with the Scourge on our own until then. Fortunately, the Alliance should be able to repel any undead ground assaults on Kul'Tiras, and a naval siege would take a long time to break the island's defenses. I'm more concerned about a potential attack elsewhere while our forces are distracted."
Despite the giant undead turtle being a terrifying monster, there was a good reason why the Scourge was keeping Shen-zin Su away rather than just running it into the city. The Alliance had plenty of means to get their most powerful forces onto the creature's back if it drew close enough, leaving the Lich King vulnerable to attack. The Alliance would undoubtedly suffer countless casualties, but it would be worth it to destroy the only thing keeping the Scourge under control.
Krivax continued to do what he could to help by continuing to coordinate aid to Kul'Tiras, but there was very little for the A.D.F. to do after all of its teams were deployed. He almost wished that he was fighting directly rather than being restricted to administrative tasks, but somebody needed to do it. Besides, it wasn't as if there was nothing important that required his attention.
After about fifteen minutes of reading reports and watching the ongoing battle, Krivax finally received the message that he had been hoping for.
"The kaldorei delegation has arrived and is expecting you, Vizier Krivax," said an elvish administrator as they walked into the room.
Feeling excited, Krivax left Magister Rommath in charge and hastened to the room that he'd set aside for Mal'Ganis' interrogation. The initial plan had been to conduct it with the assistance of Malygos, but fortunately they'd already considered the possibility that the Aspect would be preoccupied and arranged for a replacement.
It was almost guaranteed that some of what Mal'Ganis knew would be time sensitive, so Krivax was grateful that the kaldorei had responded so quickly. Especially given who exactly would be replacing Malygos in summoning the Dreadlord's soul from its container and interrogating it.
As Krivax entered the room, he was greeted to the sight of Ironaya in her female dwarf form examining a ritual site with the Soul Gem floating above it, shimmering with dark, foreboding energy. To the side were several night elf Sentinels alternated their gaze between the ritual and the prisoner they'd escorted here with suspicion.
It was somewhat strange to see Illidan Stormrage so relatively lightly guarded, but continuous negotiations between Krivax and the kaldorei leadership had eased suspicions significantly. The fact that the Lich King had proven himself to be a major threat and that Illidan had already participated in the Soul Gem's creation without incident helped a lot as well.
"Greetings, Sentinel Starsong," Krivax said to the leader of the night elf contingent. "Thank you for escorting Illidan here so swiftly."
"High Priestess Tyrande and Lord Cenarius both believe that the situation is dire and that the Betrayer can be made of use," said Sentinel Starsong, her voice carefully neutral so as to hide her own feelings on the matter. "Extracting information from a Dreadlord is an opportunity too valuable to be squandered."
Krivax would normally have more to say, but it was far more important that they start the interrogation as quickly as possible.
"Are you ready to begin, Illidan?" Krivax asked, turning his attention to the prisoner.
"It has been eons since I was allowed to put my knowledge of arcane magic to proper use," said Illidan, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia as he studied the ritual site. "That it would be used in service against the Burning Legion only makes this moment all the more satisfying. I am ready."
Without further comment, Illidan began the process of preparing the ritual. He deftly moved around the site, his fingers drawing glowing sigils in the air that slowly settled around the Soul Gem. His eyes, still glowing with fel-green light, seemed more intense than ever as he focused on his task. Most only thought of Illidan in his relation to Fel magic, but there were few on Azeroth who could match the mastery over arcane magic that was currently on display.
Once everything was set, Illidan clasped his hands together and began chanting in kaldorei. The signals pulsed and the air seemed to crackle with energy as the Soul Gem began to cast eerie shadows across the room. The atmosphere grew heavy and a sense of foreboding filled every corner of the room.
Then, the ritual reached its culmination with a final, resonant word from Illidan. A dark wraithlike figure began to coalesce above the Soul Gem, its form twisting and writhing as though in agony. Wisps of shadow snaked around it, and two burning eyes seething with malice opened and glared toward its captures.
"Illidan Stormrage," the Dreadlord's soul hissed, his voice a venomous whisper. "After the gifts bestowed on you by our lord Sargeras, you still dare betray the Burning Legion? When we conquer this world and you are inevitably captured, you will yearn for the days when you were still merely imprisoned."
Illidan scowled before raising his hand and activating one of the arcane sigils floating around the Soul Gem. Instantly, the Dreadlord's soul began shrieking in utter agony, his wraithlike form convulsing.
"Your threats hold no weight here, Dreadlord," Illidan said coldly as the ethereal figure continued to writhe. "I know exactly how much damage your soul can tolerate before it shatters. Answer our questions, and I might spare you prolonged suffering. Or refuse, and I simply torment you until your soul is weak enough to be bound."
Unsurprisingly, the eons old entity who had spent an eternity serving an evil, torture-happy legion of demons was not cowed by a little bit of pain. It was only after Illidan used some manner of Fel magic to forcefully bind the Dreadlord's essence that Mal'Ganis began to cooperate.
"What do you wish to know?" Mal'Ganis asked, his voice filled with a strange mixture of hatred and defeat.
"We want to know the Lich King's plans," Krivax said, not hesitating to step forward and bring up the most immediately important matter. "What is his goal in Kul'Tiras? Are there any other targets that he intends to attack?"
That question seemed to be the right one, as Mal'Ganis immediately began to strain against the binds that Illidan had placed on him. The Dreadlord's form shimmered as he attempted to resist, but the chains of fel magic held him firmly in place.
"I could only guess. Your attack was unexpected and I was too focused on Pandaria to involve myself in their planning," Mal'Ganis admitted begrudgingly. "However, I doubt that Kul'Tiras is their only target. Tichondrius has claimed that Gul'dan is becoming increasingly difficult to control. The Lich King has apparently become obsessed with obtaining vengeance against someone who wronged him in life after learning something from Detheroc."
Krivax immediately felt a cold chill run down his carapace, both at the reveal of the Lich King's identity and the news that Detheroc had already reformed in the Twisting Nether and shared whatever he had learned.
"Would Tichondrius allow the Lich King to pursue such a personal vendetta?" Krivax asked, trying to maintain his composure.
"Any competent Nathrezim understands the need for adaptability," Mal'Ganis said disdainfully. "Knowing Tichondrius, he would allow this and find a way to use it to further his own objectives."
Krivax wanted to continue interrogating the Dreadlord, but if what Mal'Ganis said was true, then he couldn't waste another moment. Focusing on his ability to sense Life and stretching them to their utmost limits Krivax systematically scanned Dalaran for the familiar absence of Life that came with necrotic magic or the twisted mockery of it inherent to demons.
It took a moment for him to tune out the Fel magic emanating from Illidan and Mal'Ganis, but he was eventually able to do so and began scanning the entirety of Dalaran for any anomalies. After nearly a minute of fruitless searching, Krivax almost let out a breath of relief and decided that his worries were unfounded until he suddenly noticed something strange.
Approaching Dalaran's central portal hub were several figures that seemed… strangely indistinct to his senses. Had Krivax not been looking for something like this specifically, then he doubted that he would have noticed them.
Focusing on the figures, Krivax strained through what he suspected to be concealment magic to get a better sense of their natures. His worst fears were confirmed when he momentarily caught a glimpse of the most potent necromantic energy that he had ever felt in his life.
"Sentinel Starsong, I'm afraid that I need to request that Illidan help with more than just the ritual," Krivax said with an urgent tone as he pulled his senses back to his immediate surroundings. "I know where the Lich King intends to attack, and we're going to need all of the assistance we can get."
If Gul'dan had been made the Lich King, then there was only one person who could reasonably be the target of his ire. Especially since Mal'Ganis claimed this obsession was formed after something that he learned from Detheroc, which was undoubtedly related to information stolen from Krivax's mind.
After all, while Malygos had been the one to actually end Gul'dan's life, the Aspect of Magic would have never known where to find him without being forewarned.
A forewarning that had come from Krivax in the form of a letter revealing Gul'dan's plan to raise the Tomb of Sargeras from the sea.
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He would normally have simply destroyed them with a sweep of his tail rather than going through the effort of casting a spell, but these halls were too small to hold his true form.
Reducing the Throne of Thunder to rubble was a potential option, but doing so would have taken far too long. The fortress was constructed on a leyline nexus using materials scavenged from the local Titan facilities that had been damaged during the Sundering. Its defenses were so robust that even Malygos and Alexstrasza would face difficulty destroying it without first disabling the devices fueling its wards.
Besides, it was in their best interest to capture this place mostly intact, so that they could learn as much as possible about the Scourge's activities.
Unfortunately, this meant that Malygos was stuck walking slowly through the fortress in his mortal form, facing countless undead and magical traps. He and Alexstrasza were still only making their way through the Throne of Thunder's exterior courtyards, yet they had already faced significant defenses.
These included a hundred-foot-long undead cloud serpent brimming with lightning magic, a half-dozen patchwork necromantic abominations that ambushed them in a giant colosseum, and hundreds of patrolling ghosts that attempted to siphon their very life essence.
Malygos had to admit that the Scourge had done a fairly impressive job reinforcing the Throne of Thunder against assault. A conventional army would have suffered an absurd number of casualties in assaulting such a powerful fortress.
However… hindrance was all that the Scourge was able to accomplish against two Aspects.
Even without the aid of their Flights, who were assigned to securing the destroyed areas that Malygos and Alexstrasza left in their wake, they were making steady progress. It would have gone quicker if they were actually fighting alongside their Flights, but neither of them were willing to allow the unnecessary deaths that would have resulted from such a decision.
Better that he and Alexstrasza serve as the spearhead to the assault while the rest of their kin cleaned up behind them.
"I can already see you growing overconfident, brother," said Alexstrsaza as she raised her hand and unleashed a wave of Life-infused flames that utterly engulfed the hallway in front of them, clearing the path ahead of undead. "Remember that it would be unwise for us to underestimate the Scourge. As strong as we may be, the Dreadlords advising our enemies will have almost certainly prepared traps for us."
"Is that supposed to concern me?" asked Malygos, idly conjuring a barrier against the multitude of traps that engulfed the hallway with arcs of lightning. "All that they could hope to do is delay us."
Malygos took a moment to carefully dispel the magical traps that the Scourge had left behind. There was a secondary activation mechanism behind the first that would have eluded most mages and triggered a rather powerful explosion, but was soon rendered harmless under his expert touch.
"That may be, but we must keep in mind that we will likely have to face Ra," Alexstrasza admonished as they stopped to examine the path ahead. After finally clearing through the courtyards, they were standing in front of a large walkway leading toward the fortress' impressively large gate. "This place is fortified extensively with Titan technology, which a Keeper would be adept at using should he have turned against us."
As much as Malygos may not want to admit it, he knew that Alexstrasza was right to be cautious. He didn't fear many things in this world, but Titan technology was one of the few things on Azeroth that he willingly acknowledged was beyond him.
There had been many throughout the millennia who worshiped him and his siblings as something akin to gods, but Malygos had never truly allowed himself to believe such titles.
Not when he had seen true Godhood in the form of the Titans.
Just as they were crossing the walkway and Malygos was about to acknowledge his sister's wisdom, his attention was suddenly caught by a buildup in magical energy directly above them. Shockingly, the barrier that Malygos conjured in response a half-second later was only barely able to withstand the massive bolt of magical lightning that slammed down on him and Alexstrasza.
The attack was so powerful that it utterly obliterated the walkway and pushed the two of them several dozen feet into the earth through sheer force. Once the smoke and debris cleared, Malygos realized that he and Alexstrasza had actually been sent crashing into an underground cavern system filled to the brim with undead.
Malygos took one look at the tedious number of enemies in front of him and decided to cast a flight spell on both himself and Alexstrasza. He had absolutely no interest in wasting any more time dealing with mindless minions than necessary.
"Well, I suppose that serves as definitive confirmation," Alexstrasza said wryly as they flew through the massive hole that had been carved through the earth. "That degree of power is completely beyond what the Scourge could have mustered on their own."
"Sister, in the future, I would appreciate it if you did not curse us with such accurately timed warnings," said Malygos, carefully examining the movement of magic in his surroundings as Alexstrasza easily pushed open the several ton gate that led further into the depths of the fortress.
Were it not for his quick reaction time, they would have both suffered non-negligible injuries prior to their confrontation with Ra, which would have left them in a difficult position.
The second that he and Alexstrasza stepped into the Throne of Thunder's interior, Malygos was momentarily struck dumb by the sight in front of him. A massive statue of what could only be Lei Shen, the mortal emperor who had captured Ra and constructed this fortress, stood with his hands atop two Titan-crafted pylons emitting significant amounts of magic.
He'd already been impressed by the Throne of Thunder's construction, but now he was genuinely taken aback by the audacity of the mortals who had built this place.
Their mastery of Titan technology significantly surpassed my expectations, Malygos thought to himself as he studied his surroundings. This does not bode well. What manner of horrors could they have managed to create with the artifacts they discovered in the depths of the facility? What did the Scourge manage to accomplish while they held control over this place?
"We must push forward and find Ra," Alexstrasza said urgently, likely having reached the same conclusion as himself. "The sooner we can secure this fortress, the better."
"There's no doubt that he'll be hiding in the most well-guarded chamber of this structure, likely with traps already prepared for our arrival," Malygos warned as he fell into stride beside her. "That would be the obvious choice. Along with an abundance of defenses to wear us down along the way."
And sure enough, Malygos' prediction was quickly validated as the Scourge confronted them with a steady stream of undead more powerful than those outside of the Throne of Thunder. The worst of them were the spirits of Lei Shen's most elite soldiers, who knew the fortress better than anyone else and fought with fanatical fervor even in undeath to repel any invaders. It made Malygos more grateful than ever that the two of them were clearing the way on their own, especially once a cloud of diseased smog began to fill the hallways.
The Blue Dragonflight was already diminished enough from millennia of mismanagement; Malygos didn't need his incessant guilt compounded by the sight of his kin dying to a plague.
"This disease is more virulent than any we've seen deployed by the Scourge before," Malygos warned his sibling as he simultaneously analyzed the magical disease attempting to decay his flesh. "We need to find and destroy the source of this smog before it spreads beyond the Throne of Thunder. The thick mist is not nearly enough to overcome our innate magic, but our Flights would quickly find themselves choking on this accursed blight."
"It's emanating from the fortress' eastern wing," Alexstrasza said as she casually grabbed the spectral blade of a mogu warrior and engulfed the spirit in flames, her enchanted gauntlet allowing her to touch the ethereal being. "I can sense potent Life energies, twisted in an unnatural manner that is even more disturbing than the rampant undead."
With their destination set, the two of them quickly made their way through the twisting corridors of the Throne of Thunder, occasionally stopping to deal with the abominable monstrosities left behind by the Scourge. However, those monstrosities were somehow less vexing than the congealed pools of animated Anima that attempted to kill them.
Slimes were a rare but known creature on Azeroth, and were generally the result of reckless alchemical experimentation or when multiple types of magic coalesced in a particular area. Void magic was particularly susceptible to generating such beings, which was why the blood of powerful Void entities had a tendency to animate and kill anything nearby.
The knowledge that these abominations were more than likely the ichor of Highkeeper Ra, unwillingly harvested from his body over millennia, lent a particular kind of horror to the situation.
The first time that Alexstrasza attempted to engulf the creatures in her Life-infused flames, they both regretted it as the creatures immediately absorbed the Aspect of Life's potent magic and swelled in size. The resulting creature was so grotesque and powerful that Malygos ended up teleporting it into the caverns beneath the fortress rather than taking the effort to destroy it.
From that point on, Malygos very pointedly did not allow Alexstrasza to offer her assistance as he methodically froze each of the Anima slimes in blocks of ice. As they ventured deeper, the concentration of smog grew denser and more toxic, until Malygos was forced to cast a spell over the two of them just so that they could see.
Once they finally reached the source of the smog, both of them were momentarily struck dumb by the scene in front of them.
In the center of a massive chamber was an enormous vat, overflowing with the pulsating diseased smog. Attached to the vat were multiple long pipes that led to even larger containers filled with Highkeeper Ra's blood all along the room. What must have been the greatest source of Anima in the world outside of Ulduar was clearly being used exclusively for monstrous experiments and as the primary ingredient for the Scourge's plague.
Malygos was suddenly more grateful than ever that he had been forewarned of the Scourge by Krivax. Otherwise, he could not imagine the horrors the Lich King would have been able to create if the Burning Legion had held uncontested control over this place for several years.
Malygos wasn't quite sure that even he and his siblings would have been able to overcome them.
Just as he was about to recommend to Alexstrasza that they stop to cleanse this place, a deep, resonating voice that neither of them had heard for countless years echoed throughout the chamber.
"Beneath this chamber, in Lei Shen's secret prison, I waited in darkness for millennia. The silence pierced only by the mortals who tormented and twisted my very life essence in their profane experiments to gain power they did not deserve. I prayed constantly that my fellow Keepers, the Aspects, or even the slain Titans would somehow free me from my captivity. Yet eons pass, and you only arrive now, when it is far too late."
The figure that stepped out of the shadows was like a twisted shell compared to the Keeper that existed in Malygos' memory. Along what should be a nearly indestructible body forged with titansteel by the Titan Aggramar himself were horrific gashes and wounds, revealing flowing streams of Anima. Worse yet were sickly green arcs of lightning emanating from his body and the distinct feeling of Fel magic that permeated the air around him.
Malygos was not surprised by this. Highkeeper Ra had clearly been found by the Scourge in an extremely vulnerable state, and everything he knew about necromantic magic told him that the inorganic Keepers would be resistant to its effects.
It only made sense that the Dreadlords would suffuse the Keeper with Fel magic the moment that they found him.
Still, he had hoped that Ra would have been able to resist longer than he had. Malygos shared a concerned glance with Alexstrasza and subtly gestured for her to distract the fallen Keeper.
He was not normally one to engage an enemy in conversation before combat, but he could sense that a powerful and complex magical ward had begun spreading through the entire fortress the moment Ra entered the chamber. Malygos needed time if he wanted to figure out the extent of whatever trap the Keeper had prepared for them.
"Highkeeper Ra, had we known what was happening to you, we would have come far sooner," said Alexstrasza, her voice gentle and full of empathy as she spoke to the Keeper as if he was a wounded animal. "Please, we were not here before, but we are now. Do not allow the Fel's corruption to turn you against Azeroth and the Titans. Let me cleanse you of the Burning Legion's taint."
That was clearly the wrong thing to say, as Highkeeper Ra's response was swift and filled with rage.
"Even before I was found by the Scourge, I had already seen the truth," said Highkeeper Ra, the Keeper speaking with more emotion than Malygos had ever seen when he had been uncorrupted. "Azeroth is twisted and corrupted beyond redemption. Whether it be the Burning Legion or the Old Gods, there is no hope for this doomed world. You speak to me of turning against the Makers, but they are gone and Sargeras is the only Titan who remains."
That was all Malygos needed to hear to realize that nothing productive would come out of speaking to the Keeper, so he ignored him and Alexstrasza as he focused on probing the Throne of Thunder's magical defenses.
Highkeeper Ra had not been exaggerating when he claimed that he had been imprisoned in a hidden cell beneath this very chamber. The magical wards necessary to imprison a Keeper for so long would have to be impossibly complex and were clearly a product of the Throne of Thunder's Titan technology. There were signs that the mesh of security measures had been moved from the prison and were being spread through the fortress.
He could even sense a magical barrier slowly being erected around the structure's exterior, preventing their Flights from entering.
Even Malygos would now find it difficult to teleport out of the Throne of Thunder without suffering potentially fatal side effects once the barrier was fully activated. It would even have a dampening effect on both himself and Alexstrasza, making them notably weaker.
Still, Malygos was the Aspect of Magic and he knew that every magical system had its own vulnerabilities. There would almost certainly be a control mechanism deeper in the fortress, or he could even disable the wards himself if he had enough time to study it.
His analysis finished, Malygos decided to interrupt the ongoing exchange between Alexstrasza and the Keeper. As someone who had been driven to the very brink of despair and madness, he could tell that Highkeeper Ra had already been pushed over that precipice.
There were no amount of impassioned pleas or empathetic speeches that would help this situation.
Never one to let an opportunity pass him by, Malygos silently cast a spell to dramatically hasten his speed before dashing forward and unleashing an enormous burst of carefully shaped arcane magic that sent the Keeper flying back several meters. The attack had not been meant to do any real damage, but Malygos instead aimed to separate Highkeeper Ra from the chamber he had obviously planned to fight them in.
In his experience, it was never a good idea to allow an enemy their preferred battleground.
"I hope you're not naive enough to believe that these wards will be enough for you to defeat us," said Malygos, his voice carrying a hint of derision as he stalked forward and unleashed a multitude of spells that pushed the Keeper into a nearby hallway. Alexstrasza was quick to join as well, her clawed gauntlets engulfed in potent flames carving into Ra as she attacked with grim resolve. "If so, then the Fel corruption has addled your senses beyond recognition. Even weakened and separated from our Flights, we will still be more than capable of overpowering you."
It was not an empty boast. The only Keepers who Malygos would honestly fear to engage in open battle with were Tyr and potentially Odyn. However, Malygos found himself mildly surprised when the fallen Keeper failed to react with the fury that he had expected.
"That may be true, but I am no fool," said Highkeeper Ra, chuckling as he erupted in an enormous blast of Fel empowered lightning that forced Malygos to shield himself and Alexstrasza behind an arcane barrier. "Nor is Tichondrius. He knew that the defenders of Azeroth would arrive on Pandaria before it could be subjugated and sought my assistance to deal with it. Look behind you, Aspects."
Cautiously, Malygos kept his gaze locked onto the Keeper for several moments. Once he was certain Ra had no intention to attack, he looked back into the chamber behind him and saw the vat of magical plague violently shaking as the surrounding smog grew more dense than ever. Suddenly, the vat erupted with a deafening explosion that destroyed the chamber in which it was contained, sending Anima and diseased trapped gasses flying in all directions.
The explosion was so powerful that Malygos had no doubt it would have demolished a lesser fortress and sent the plague spreading for miles around if not for the same magical defenses meant to contain him and Alexstrasza.
"With my knowledge of Anima, the Scourge was able to develop a plague beyond the ability of mortal magics to cure and spread containers like these all across the Pandaria," said Highkeeper Ra, his voice filled with insane malice as Alexstrasza spun toward him with a horrified expression. "Both my death and the activation of the release mechanism will result in countless mortal deaths, who will then rise up to serve the Scourge."
Malygos' mind immediately began to race as he considered potential ways to deal with the Keeper's trap before landing on an important discrepancy.
"Then why haven't you done so already?" Malygos asked suspiciously, locking eyes with the fallen Keeper. "I sincerely doubt it is due to any lingering mercy you may feel toward the mortals."
"Indeed not," said Highkeeper Ra, some of his pleased madness giving way for irritation. "At every turn, you have exceeded the Scourge's estimations, organizing an army and gaining access to Pandaria far quicker than anticipated. The amount of plague containers we could spread across the land is limited, but it is no matter. The Lich King has been made aware of your assault and what few containers exist are enough to keep you here."
Malygos instantly understood Ra's strategy. Even if the plague could not kill all of the mortals, it would kill far too many for Alexstrasza to tolerate.
Ysera was still occupied with the Emerald Nightmare and Primals while Nozdormu was dealing with a surge in attacks throughout the timeline by the Infinite Dragonflight. With Malygos and Alexstrasza contained in the Throne of Thunder by the threat of countless mortals being killed and raised as undead, the Lich King would be free to retaliate against the mortals of Azeroth without the Aspects intervening.
Naturally, Malygos would not allow himself to be killed no matter how many mortal lives hung in the balance, but neither would he recklessly do something that would make the situation worse.
So long as Ra held this threat over their heads, he and Alexstrasza would not be able to leave the Throne of Thunder. However, that situation extended both ways. So long as they were here, the fallen Keeper could not detonate the plague containers without losing all of his leverage.
"And now that you understand why you can neither kill me nor leave, I see no reason to refrain from sharing with you a portion of the torment that I've suffered," said Ra with a cruel smile as he raised his hand and unleashed an enormous bolt of Fel lightning that left behind a streak of melted stone as it streaked toward them.
The Keeper was clearly not holding back, and Malygos was forced to telekinetically throw himself and Alexstrasza out of the way rather than attempt to deflect the attack.
It only took Malygos a moment longer to consider a dozen different scenarios and decide that the best course of action was to discreetly bypass the Throne of Thunder's wards and send a telepathic message about what was happening to the outside. Accomplishing this would be impossible for anyone else, but Malygos' enemies were rarely able to anticipate everything his mastery over magic allowed him to do.
"Sister, help me by distracting him," Malygos telepathically said to Alexstrasza before quickly sharing his plan with her as they hastily avoided another barrage of Ra's furious assaults.
Alexstrasza nodded decisively before turning a furious gaze to the Keeper. Malygos cast a spell to hasten his sister's speed before the Dragon Queen leapt forward with the entirety of her strength toward Highkeeper Ra.
With Neltharion dead, Alexstrasza was by far the largest and thus the most physically powerful dragon currently alive, and every bit of that strength carried over to her mortal form. Malygos would personally consider himself and Nozdormu the most deadly Aspects in combat, but there was something awe-inspiring about seeing enough strength to destroy a mountain being focused into a single, unstoppable blow.
The entire Throne of Thunder seemed to shake as Alexstrasza rushed forward with enough speed to break the sound barrier and collided with Ra, her entire body aglow with vermillion flames. Highkeeper Ra was clearly caught off guard as the Dragon Queen sent the two of them hurtling through hallway after hallway. The many undead still infesting the fortress attempted to intervene, but were soon swallowed in either lightning or fire as two of the most powerful beings on Azeroth clashed.
Malygos was suddenly very glad Alexstrasza had chosen to accompany him, and he had no doubt that he would have enough space to send a message out of the fortress.
Still, it would take quite a lot of time until something could be done. That wouldn't be a problem for either him or Alexstraza, as there had been times during the War of the Ancients when they had both fought for weeks against endless waves of demons.
However, it did mean that the mortals would have to fend for themselves until then.
I suppose we'll have to trust in the preparations we've made, Malygos thought as he simultaneously focused on piercing the Throne of Thunder's defenses and assisting Alexstrasza. After everything we've done to strengthen the Alliance, I hope they will rise to the occasion.
When Krivax returned from his mission and regained contact with the Alliance Defense Force, he found them in a frantic state. It took the better part of a day to conclude their mission to capture Mal'Ganis, and he had planned to spend his time making formal diplomatic contact with the August Celestials.
All those plans had become moot, when he discovered that the Lich King had begun attacking the Eastern Kingdom's naval assets while he was gone.
That alone would be a daunting prospect given that the Lich King possessed a giant undead turtle that could bite through half a ship while remaining underwater, but the Scourge had even more forces than they anticipated. It seemed that they had somehow formed an alliance with the Kvaldir, a group of fearsome undead vrykul that launched gruesome raids across coastal cities under the cover of magical fog.
Krivax knew from his meta-knowledge that they worked for Helya, a vengeful former Titanic Watcher that ruled over the plane of Helheim, which was where the dead spirits of dishonorable vrykul went before becoming Kvaldir. The Scourge must have promised Helya something big to pull her attention away from Odyn, most likely assistance in vendetta against the Keeper.
Unfortunately, there was little in his meta-knowledge that could help the Alliance deal with coastal attacks by twelve-foot-tall undead giants that appeared without warning and killed everything in sight. The only reason that the situation was not worse was because the Alliance had already made preparations for an emergency evacuation of its coastal villages.
That and the quick response made possible by the Kirin Tor's portals and the Alliance Defense Force's rapidly deployable teams. However, that still left them having to deal with the Lich King's main attack.
"Are we certain that the Scourge intends to focus their attack entirely on the Kul'tiran capital?" Krivax asked as he watched the Lich King's ongoing attack on Boralus city through a scrying mirror placed in the Alliance Defense Force headquarters' main command room. "It would make the most sense logically if they wanted to cripple the Alliance's strongest naval power, but it's also a difficult target. Kul'Tiras is more prepared than any other coastal nation to defend against an attack from the sea."
The Kul'Tiran navy was holding a defensive position near the harbor under the protection of the Alliance's increasingly powerful air forces. Countless numbers of Gnomish aircraft, Nerubian fliers, Elvish dragonhawk riders, and Wildhammer dwarves atop their griffins were flying through the skies and harassing any undead who dared approach the city. Additionally, the Kirin Tor had established several powerful barriers to ward off any long-range bombardment from the Scourge.
It was an impressive show of defense by the Alliance, though one that the Lich King seemed determined to match. The sky was darkened with flocks of undead birds, cloud serpents, and couatl. The seas were swarming with kvaldir longships, naga, and sea giants that constantly launched waves of attacks against the Alliance defense. There were even three krakens attempting to destroy Kul'tiran ships with their long tentacles.
Thankfully, they were thwarted by the Alliance focusing on them whenever the undead leviathans rose above sea level. Krivax was glad to see that all of the preparations made by the Alliance had not been in vain, though he wished that they had some way to deal with the Scourge's primary stronghold.
Shen-zin Su was an even more awe-inspiring sight than he had anticipated. The undead turtle was truly massive, easily worthy of being referred to as the 'Wandering Isle.' It was so large that it resembled a floating mountain range more than an actual creature. The vast shell was covered in a thick layer of ice and snow, with massive Scourge structures built atop it. Towering pagodas, military installations, and hulking necropolises that gave an indication of the sheer number of undead that were stationed there.
The gargantuan creature was rhythmically swimming in a circular motion to intentionally create a series of thirty foot waves that repeatedly crashed against Boralus' coastal defenses. Were it not for the Kirin Tor, the city would have already been completely flooded with sea water.
"We've made every possible method of ensuring that they aren't attacking anywhere else," Rommath responded, his voice strained from the continuous stress and he handed over several documents. "Scrying attempts at the most likely locations show no signs of Scourge activity. Gnomeregan's strange submarine ships report nothing unusual in the other seas, and there have been no attempts to disrupt the Alliance's communication system."
Those were all fairly convincing arguments, but Krivax couldn't shake the feeling that it was too simple. His impression of the Dreadlords had led him to place Kul'Tiras as the bottom of the list of potential targets, despite it being one of the more rewarding choices if the Scourge secured victory.
Personally, he'd expected that the Lich King would go after Stormwind given that they were both relatively isolated and still recovering from the Second War.
However, all of the evidence indeed pointed to them attacking Kul'Tiras in the near future, and Krivax couldn't afford to delay sending out the Alliance Defense Force's teams in preparation for an attack. Even as he watched, one of the Kul'tiran ships' crews were being overwhelmed by kvaldir boarding parties and the waterfront was gradually deteriorating.
"You, send every team to Boralus that isn't already there," Krivax ordered, startling the gnomish administrator who he'd chosen at random. "Except for team Rhonin. They're to remain on standby in case of any unforeseen attacks elsewhere on Azeroth."
The gnome nodded quickly, scribbling down a few notes before rushing out.
Rommath rubbed his temple, his frustration evident. "I don't like this. As powerful as our forces are, it's difficult for the Alliance to defend against a complicating factor such as Shen-Zin Su without the assistance of the Aspects. Are we certain that they cannot be extricated from the Throne of Thunder?"
Krivax glanced down at the report he'd received from the Dragonflight's diplomat to the Alliance less than an hour ago. "Not anytime soon. We'll just have to deal with the Scourge on our own until then. Fortunately, the Alliance should be able to repel any undead ground assaults on Kul'Tiras, and a naval siege would take a long time to break the island's defenses. I'm more concerned about a potential attack elsewhere while our forces are distracted."
Despite the giant undead turtle being a terrifying monster, there was a good reason why the Scourge was keeping Shen-zin Su away rather than just running it into the city. The Alliance had plenty of means to get their most powerful forces onto the creature's back if it drew close enough, leaving the Lich King vulnerable to attack. The Alliance would undoubtedly suffer countless casualties, but it would be worth it to destroy the only thing keeping the Scourge under control.
Krivax continued to do what he could to help by continuing to coordinate aid to Kul'Tiras, but there was very little for the A.D.F. to do after all of its teams were deployed. He almost wished that he was fighting directly rather than being restricted to administrative tasks, but somebody needed to do it. Besides, it wasn't as if there was nothing important that required his attention.
After about fifteen minutes of reading reports and watching the ongoing battle, Krivax finally received the message that he had been hoping for.
"The kaldorei delegation has arrived and is expecting you, Vizier Krivax," said an elvish administrator as they walked into the room.
Feeling excited, Krivax left Magister Rommath in charge and hastened to the room that he'd set aside for Mal'Ganis' interrogation. The initial plan had been to conduct it with the assistance of Malygos, but fortunately they'd already considered the possibility that the Aspect would be preoccupied and arranged for a replacement.
It was almost guaranteed that some of what Mal'Ganis knew would be time sensitive, so Krivax was grateful that the kaldorei had responded so quickly. Especially given who exactly would be replacing Malygos in summoning the Dreadlord's soul from its container and interrogating it.
As Krivax entered the room, he was greeted to the sight of Ironaya in her female dwarf form examining a ritual site with the Soul Gem floating above it, shimmering with dark, foreboding energy. To the side were several night elf Sentinels alternated their gaze between the ritual and the prisoner they'd escorted here with suspicion.
It was somewhat strange to see Illidan Stormrage so relatively lightly guarded, but continuous negotiations between Krivax and the kaldorei leadership had eased suspicions significantly. The fact that the Lich King had proven himself to be a major threat and that Illidan had already participated in the Soul Gem's creation without incident helped a lot as well.
"Greetings, Sentinel Starsong," Krivax said to the leader of the night elf contingent. "Thank you for escorting Illidan here so swiftly."
"High Priestess Tyrande and Lord Cenarius both believe that the situation is dire and that the Betrayer can be made of use," said Sentinel Starsong, her voice carefully neutral so as to hide her own feelings on the matter. "Extracting information from a Dreadlord is an opportunity too valuable to be squandered."
Krivax would normally have more to say, but it was far more important that they start the interrogation as quickly as possible.
"Are you ready to begin, Illidan?" Krivax asked, turning his attention to the prisoner.
"It has been eons since I was allowed to put my knowledge of arcane magic to proper use," said Illidan, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia as he studied the ritual site. "That it would be used in service against the Burning Legion only makes this moment all the more satisfying. I am ready."
Without further comment, Illidan began the process of preparing the ritual. He deftly moved around the site, his fingers drawing glowing sigils in the air that slowly settled around the Soul Gem. His eyes, still glowing with fel-green light, seemed more intense than ever as he focused on his task. Most only thought of Illidan in his relation to Fel magic, but there were few on Azeroth who could match the mastery over arcane magic that was currently on display.
Once everything was set, Illidan clasped his hands together and began chanting in kaldorei. The signals pulsed and the air seemed to crackle with energy as the Soul Gem began to cast eerie shadows across the room. The atmosphere grew heavy and a sense of foreboding filled every corner of the room.
Then, the ritual reached its culmination with a final, resonant word from Illidan. A dark wraithlike figure began to coalesce above the Soul Gem, its form twisting and writhing as though in agony. Wisps of shadow snaked around it, and two burning eyes seething with malice opened and glared toward its captures.
"Illidan Stormrage," the Dreadlord's soul hissed, his voice a venomous whisper. "After the gifts bestowed on you by our lord Sargeras, you still dare betray the Burning Legion? When we conquer this world and you are inevitably captured, you will yearn for the days when you were still merely imprisoned."
Illidan scowled before raising his hand and activating one of the arcane sigils floating around the Soul Gem. Instantly, the Dreadlord's soul began shrieking in utter agony, his wraithlike form convulsing.
"Your threats hold no weight here, Dreadlord," Illidan said coldly as the ethereal figure continued to writhe. "I know exactly how much damage your soul can tolerate before it shatters. Answer our questions, and I might spare you prolonged suffering. Or refuse, and I simply torment you until your soul is weak enough to be bound."
Unsurprisingly, the eons old entity who had spent an eternity serving an evil, torture-happy legion of demons was not cowed by a little bit of pain. It was only after Illidan used some manner of Fel magic to forcefully bind the Dreadlord's essence that Mal'Ganis began to cooperate.
"What do you wish to know?" Mal'Ganis asked, his voice filled with a strange mixture of hatred and defeat.
"We want to know the Lich King's plans," Krivax said, not hesitating to step forward and bring up the most immediately important matter. "What is his goal in Kul'Tiras? Are there any other targets that he intends to attack?"
That question seemed to be the right one, as Mal'Ganis immediately began to strain against the binds that Illidan had placed on him. The Dreadlord's form shimmered as he attempted to resist, but the chains of fel magic held him firmly in place.
"I could only guess. Your attack was unexpected and I was too focused on Pandaria to involve myself in their planning," Mal'Ganis admitted begrudgingly. "However, I doubt that Kul'Tiras is their only target. Tichondrius has claimed that Gul'dan is becoming increasingly difficult to control. The Lich King has apparently become obsessed with obtaining vengeance against someone who wronged him in life after learning something from Detheroc."
Krivax immediately felt a cold chill run down his carapace, both at the reveal of the Lich King's identity and the news that Detheroc had already reformed in the Twisting Nether and shared whatever he had learned.
"Would Tichondrius allow the Lich King to pursue such a personal vendetta?" Krivax asked, trying to maintain his composure.
"Any competent Nathrezim understands the need for adaptability," Mal'Ganis said disdainfully. "Knowing Tichondrius, he would allow this and find a way to use it to further his own objectives."
Krivax wanted to continue interrogating the Dreadlord, but if what Mal'Ganis said was true, then he couldn't waste another moment. Focusing on his ability to sense Life and stretching them to their utmost limits Krivax systematically scanned Dalaran for the familiar absence of Life that came with necrotic magic or the twisted mockery of it inherent to demons.
It took a moment for him to tune out the Fel magic emanating from Illidan and Mal'Ganis, but he was eventually able to do so and began scanning the entirety of Dalaran for any anomalies. After nearly a minute of fruitless searching, Krivax almost let out a breath of relief and decided that his worries were unfounded until he suddenly noticed something strange.
Approaching Dalaran's central portal hub were several figures that seemed… strangely indistinct to his senses. Had Krivax not been looking for something like this specifically, then he doubted that he would have noticed them.
Focusing on the figures, Krivax strained through what he suspected to be concealment magic to get a better sense of their natures. His worst fears were confirmed when he momentarily caught a glimpse of the most potent necromantic energy that he had ever felt in his life.
"Sentinel Starsong, I'm afraid that I need to request that Illidan help with more than just the ritual," Krivax said with an urgent tone as he pulled his senses back to his immediate surroundings. "I know where the Lich King intends to attack, and we're going to need all of the assistance we can get."
If Gul'dan had been made the Lich King, then there was only one person who could reasonably be the target of his ire. Especially since Mal'Ganis claimed this obsession was formed after something that he learned from Detheroc, which was undoubtedly related to information stolen from Krivax's mind.
After all, while Malygos had been the one to actually end Gul'dan's life, the Aspect of Magic would have never known where to find him without being forewarned.
A forewarning that had come from Krivax in the form of a letter revealing Gul'dan's plan to raise the Tomb of Sargeras from the sea.
Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I've already said so before in a previous author's note, but I just want to remind everyone about my intentions to bring this story to an end (Not the next chapter, but relatively soonish). Just want to set expectations so that nobody is shocked.
I do intend to address all the loose ends with a massive epilogue chapter. This story has been very special to me, and although readership for it has been surpassed by Cultist and I intend to turn my focus to original works in the future, I would like to give it the send off that Krivax's story deserves.
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Oh? Is the Lich King coming to gank Krivax or... whomever he sent that letter to? (It's been so long that I can't remember." Regardless, pretty ballsy move to invade an enemy stronghold with a small strike force. I'm curious to see what Gul'dan's plan is here.
Also... With them being in Dalaran I can't help but wonder if it won't just be Illidan who gets to play hero. Because it would be ironic as hell if Kel'thuzad and Queen friend end up being the ones to smack the Lich King around. Show him what REAL Necromancy stress tested and perfected in the lab can do against his half-assed instinctive version.
Lastly, I'm sad to hear that the story will be ending soon, it's been a blast to read. But I understand not wanting to draw a story out until it enters its death throes. Here's hoping we get an awe inspiring conclusion!
Also... With them being in Dalaran I can't help but wonder if it won't just be Illidan who gets to play hero. Because it would be ironic as hell if Kel'thuzad and Queen friend end up being the ones to smack the Lich King around. Show him what REAL Necromancy stress tested and perfected in the lab can do against his half-assed instinctive version.
Lastly, I'm sad to hear that the story will be ending soon, it's been a blast to read. But I understand not wanting to draw a story out until it enters its death throes. Here's hoping we get an awe inspiring conclusion!
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You mean like what Krivax and co. did to snag Mal'Ganis? Or what Malygos and Alexstrasza did with the Throne of Storms? Or what literally every WoW player does in Raids?