War of the Ancients (Warcraft CYOA pseudo SI)

The Flight of the Blue Dragons
The flight of the Blue Dragonflight



"I wish I could go with you" I sat side to side with Cyanigosa, watching as the Blue Dragonflight began final preparations before flying off to meet with the other Dragonflights at Wyrmpeak. "Lord Malygos wouldn't let anyone use the War Trial after you broke it!" She lightly punched my shoulder, grinning cheekily.

I smirked at her. "Sorry I'm just so great that the War Trial had to break its own rules to even challenge me". I lifted my arm and ruffled her hair, ignoring her attempts at batting my hand away.

Lord Malygos had ordered that no one was to use the War Trial until he had returned from the war. He also ordered that no one but the Wyrms were to know what exactly happened, meaning that I had to put up with the Blue Dragonflight thinking I had somehow broken the War Trial so badly that Lord Malygos had to interfered. Cyanigosa hadn't hesitated at all to start teasing me over it, and Varian's lessons had been insufferable, dealing with the very basics of enchantment safety, thankfully I had been getting far less lessons from him than before the incident, Sindragosa seemingly taking every opportunity to teach me she could.

We sat in silence for a minute, merely enjoying each other company, and the sight of hundreds of Blue Dragons hurrying about the impromptu staging grounds that Lord Malygos had created yesterday.

"How long do you think it would take?" I turned to look at Cyanigosa curiously. "How long do you think this war will take? A month? Two?" I opened my mouth, then shut it, lips pressing into a thin line, did she not understand how big a threat the Burning Crusade was?

"I doubt it would be that quick, a long and difficult road lays ahead of us". I watched Cyanigosa roll her eyes, and met her flat look with an even one of my own.


"Against the entirety of the Blue Dragonflight? Plus the other dragonflights will be there, nothing could stand against that!" She waved her hands at the blue dragons below us, which if I was entirely honest was pretty compelling evidence for the swift victory, it was hard to comprehend the idea that anything could possibly stand against the might of the thousands of dragons below us "Even Lord Malygos will be fighting! He is basically an entire army of dragons by himself!" She poked me in the ribs "So, how long? A month or two? I bet you my library withdrawals for a whole week!"

I hummed, catching sight of Sindragosa landing in front of a group of dragonspawn, directing them towards a group of drakes already being mounted by other Dragonspawn. "We'll learn that soon enough, I suppose". I put my arm around Cyanigosa, side-hugging her tightly. "Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone Cyanigosa, wouldn't want to give Sindragosa a reason to have to harm Eregos right?" I let her go, and not giving her a chance to reply quickly stood up and blinked away. I reappeared in front of Sindragosa.

"-igned to the fast response teleport group, under Perigos, report to him in the north east of the staging grounds, do not keep him waiting". The Dragonspawn left quickly, their four legs covering distance with a swiftness that belied their seemingly unwieldly size. Sindragosa watched them go for a moment, before turning her head towards me. "You will be accompanying me on the first flight, but will be on rotation between different groups afterwards". She gripped me lightly in her Telekinesis, pulling me up to stand on her back.

I shrugged, and sat down next to her left wing, absently drumming a tempo against my leg as I watched a group of Dragonspawn mount a group of drakes that lifted off as soon as the last were secure, flying up into the growing cloud of circling blue dragons.

"You'll be reporting to Ice tempest Varian as part of the general footmen, find him swiftly we leave in mere minutes". I felt Sindragosa's muscles flex underneath me, and I watched her wing joints curiously as we quickly ascended to join the dragons flying above.

Sindragosa circled the Nexus once, before flying further up to where Malygos was hovering above the rest alongside several other Wyrms.

"And Eregos, if the Nexus is under any threat that you cannot defeat within minutes then you will contact me immediately, we cannot leave the Whelps undefended". I watched Malygos pin Eregos with a sharp look "Do not abandon your duties to seek glory, understood?" Eregos nodded, descending back down towards the nexus, and despite his great bulk he was almost instantly unseeable through the cloud of Blue Dragons. Malygos swung his head around to watch Sindragosa take her place beside him. "So you've decided to keep him with you?" Malygos made an amused huff. "Your choice." He looked downwards, his face looking fatherly for a moment as he beheld his Dragonflight.

"BLUE DRAGONFLIGHT!" His voice boomed across the skies, and I knew that without my helmets enchantments that I would be deafened by the noise rather than having my ears slightly ache from it. "WE FLY TO WYRMPEAK NOW, WE WILL JOIN MY SISTERS SIDE WITHIN THE HOUR". The dragonflight, no matter where they were, pivoted south in eerie unison, surging forward at great speed.

Sindragosa dived slightly, gaining speed at a far faster rate the should be possible with just falling, reaching an even speed with the dragons below us before beating her powerful wings.

I turned to look up at Malygos, who had yet to move, but then with a pulse of arcane, he surged forward quickly overtaking every dragon in the flight in less than a second.

Then the arcane pulse hit us, and I felt Sindragosa lurch forward, her speed greatly increasing until she too kept pace with Malygos, fly at a speed greater than anything I had ever witnessed before.

My eyes flicked downwards, and watch the ever expanding reaction of dragons surging forward with massively increased speed, and wondered just how much power it took from Malygos to do this, and how powerful Malygos was to be able to do it with no visible strain.

I leant back, still marvelling at the insane power of the Magic Aspect, and watch the blurry skies.

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With Malygos boosting the Dragonflight's speed we made it to Wyrmpeak in less than an hour, greeted by the sight of the other four Dragonflights arrayed at the base of Wyrmpeak looking up at the four present Dragon aspects, Nozdormu, Ysera, and Neltharion arrayed in a line underneath a higher up Alexstraza.

The spell boosting the dragons flight dispelled as Malygos immediately flew towards his siblings, and the rest of the Dragonflight landed between the Green dragonflight and the Bronze, Sindragosa landing in front of the rest side by side Senegos, and a Wyrm that I did not recognise.

"Ah Brother, just in time, we will soon fly out to engage a Demon host approaching Eldarath that have broken past the Kal'dorei containment efforts, we will sweep them aside, as a prelude to sweeping the rest of the demons off our world". Alexstraza's confident voice boomed, accompanied by a wave of magic that washed over the assembled dragons, I felt it empower me, soothing aches I didn't know I had and I felt my back straighten unconsciously.

"Eldarath? The demons have made it far sister". Malygos hovered slightly below Alexstraza, not enough that he had to crane his head, but definitely enough to be noticeable.

"The mortals are valiant, but they are still mortal brother, they inevitably falter". I felt my teeth clench at that, her condescending tone almost physically painful to my ears. "Still, it falls to us to protect Azeroth, and protect it we shall". Malygos snorted, and turned around midair, side to side with Ysera and Nozdormu.

"DRAGONS OF THE FIVE FLIGHTS, A NEW THREAT MENACES AZEROTH, AND JUST LIKE THE ELEMENTAL LORDS BEFORE THEM THEY WILL BE SWEPT ASIDE BY OUR MIGHT!" Alexstraza's voice boomed across the assembled flights, and I could see the magic infused in it cause the dragons to become antsy, their wings straining to unfurl and carry their bodies into battle. "RISE DRAGONS OF AZEROTH, WE MAKE HASTE SOUTH-EAST TO ELDARATH!" Alexstraza beat her wings powerfully, surging over the Dragons before her. As she flew over them, the dragons rose in the air, spinning around mid-air following after the massive Life-Aspect.

"Is… is she not going to give us orders? Tell us what we are facing?" I spoke only as loud as I needed to for Sindragosa to hear me. "Isn't just attacking them reckless?"

I felt Sindragosa huff underneath me. "Against the full might of the Dragon flights? There is no need for tactics against bugs". My eyebrows furrowed, and I thought about the Azj'Aqir, who's empire were once considered direct rivals for the Dragon's powers, and were bugs themselves.

"But… the Aqir?" I pointed out, and felt Sindragosa underneath me chuckle.

"Well, consider this? Who flies unopposed in the skies, and walks unopposed over the earth, and who cowers underneath the earth in fear?" I conceded the point with a nod, and fell silent.

"THE DEMON HOST LIES AHEAD, BURN THEM FROM OUR WORLD'. I looked to the side as Sindragosa started circling, seeing the gigantic demon horde before us, a countless amounts of Felguard marched along-side legions of Felstalkers, surrounding a Cabal of Red Draenei, who walked in the Shadow of a Pitlord that was almost as tall as Mannoroth, and trailing only a small distance were groups of Mo'arg, pulling along assembled siege weapons.

I watched the Pitlord look left and right, watching the thousands of circling Dragons impassively.

"NOW!" The entire swarm of Dragons dived simultaneously, and the world was bathed in hellfire, an intense heat that I felt even through my armour, despite the Wyrms body between me and inferno.

Sindragosa lifted herself back into the air, circling around where the demons were, watching as the fury of five dragon flights slowly dissipated, revealing a field of burnt demon corpses, and a sickly green shield surrounding the Pitlord, his cabal of sorcerors, and the Mo'arg with their siege weapons.

"Ah, Lord Achimonde thought that this would draw you out of your hiding…" The Pitlord's Voice was strangely soft, for such a brutish looking creature, but it was easily loud enough for me to hear atop Sindragosa, hundreds of metres in the air. "tsk, in the thousands of worlds I have burnt for Lord Sargeras, there is always something that looks like you creatures". the Demon chuckled "for all their incalculable might they were surprisingly uncreative, or perhaps because of". The Demons giant face broke into a grin, its burning green mouth standing out starkly against its sharpened bleach-white teeth.

"YOUR ARMY IS ASH CREATURE, SURRENDER AND I WILL ENSURE THAT YOU ARE TREATED FAIRLY". Alexstraza's voice pressed down on me, and I briefly fought the urge to supplicate myself before the Dragon Queen.

"Oh yes, the chaff have been banished, but they'll be back soon, after all their mission was a rousing success, and rewards for success are important for morale". My eyes flickered between the green-lit oddly smug Pitlord, and the imperious Alexstraza, wondering when the Dragon Queen would command the Dragonflights to rip through the shields and destroy the last remnant of the Demon host.

"Successful in their mission to become ash on the wind? What peculiar missions your Burning Legion has". Was… Was Alexstraza Bantering with the Pitlord rather than Killing it? Why?

"Well, if you look at it from a certain point of view that was their mission, however it was the acting as bait that was their true goal". Bait? My eyes snapped towards the Draenai, who were hunched over what looked to be a desiccated corpse chanting


"Sindragosa! They're performing a ritual!" I hissed at the Blue Wyrm underneath me. "We can't let them finish!" Sindragosa didn't move, staring down at the Pitlord unwaveringly.

"Thank you, Lizard, for waiting". The Pitlord chuckled. "It would have been unfortunate if you attacked while we were preparing after all".

"YOU DARE CALL ME A LIZARD? BURN THEM TO ASHES, LEAVE NONE ALIVE!" Alexstraza roared, diving forward at the Green shield, but it was too late, innumerable small portals appeared overhead, Doomgaurds spewing forth falling upon the unwary Dragonflight.

"NOW MO'ARGS STRIKE THEM FROM THE SKIES!" The green shield dissipated, and the Mo'rag sprang into action, firing their black cannons up into the Dragonflight's as they scrambled to respond to the trap sprung from above.

I began preparing the spell I used to kill the Doomguard that I had fought when I fled Xin'Ashari, cutting away unessecary mistakes that I had made through haste and inexperience, ending up with roughly the same spell that would cost less mana, and that I could cast three of simultaneously.

"Sindragosa! These creatures' skin is magic resistant but their inside a-" I fell silent as Sindragosa flipped onto her back and raked her arm through the skies, monstrously sharp claws ripping the demons with frightening ease.

"You are wasted here Kaezar, go assist the other dragons, these creatures are too weak to even pierce my hide". I felt the magic that always held me in place while sitting on Sindragosa release me, and I fell into free fall. I let myself fall for a moment, scanning over the chaos to see where I could be most helpful, and quickly saw a Green drake being swarmed by a half dozen Doomguard.


I blinked ontop of the Green Drake, blasting a Doomguard who's claws were buried in the Green Drake, my icy bolt bored deep into its head, and flung it off the dragon into the chaotic cloud of fighting creatures belwo. I was given no time to savour my quick victory as I was forced to twist around just in time to dive out of the way of another Doomguard's lunging hand, barely avoiding a painful death of choking on my own blood. I blinked behind it, suspended breifly off the side of the Drake, another spell already formed in my hand, and I blasted through the Doomguard's back with it.

"MORTAL! JUST GET THEM BELOW ME AND I WILL HANDLE THE REST!" The Drake underneath me roared, I shrugged to myself, unleashing a barely focused blast of arcane into a Doomguard that was attempting to dive at me doing little more than buffeting it back, then gripped the air surrounding the cloud of Doomguard, and forcefully shoved downwards, throwing them below the Green Drake "Good wo-".

I caught sight of a grievously wounded Black Drake being pulled through a portal, and blinked away, forcing my way past the drake natural magicial resistance to pull the ravaged Black Drake away from the demons, and push the drake towards a Red Wyrm, and a Blue Dragon nearby that at a glance seemed to be protecting injured dragons. I couldn't blink away, the effort of back to back spells capable of killing Doomgaurd, and overpowering the Black Drake natural resistance to magic in order to pull it away as well as all my blinks leaving me breathless, dizzy, and drained.

I let myself freefall catching my breath as the demons turned towards me with eerily synchronicity, their cruel eyes alight with with a denied fury.

My mouth pressed into a thin line, and I brought my hand up to blast at them with what little I had left "ENOUGH!" A massive surge of arcane followed behind Malygos's words, completely obliterating the Doomguard floating in the air, leaving the skies completely empty… for a moment, but mere seconds later more Doomguard poured through the still open portals. Malygos had reset the amount of Demons, but with the Portals open the horde would reach its previous number quickly.

The portals had to be closed, before more drakes were killed or dragged off for what-ever the legion was attempting. I twisted around mid-air glad for my faceplate enchantment keeping the terminal velocity wind out my eyes, I took in the ground for the first time since the ambush had begun, and bore witness to the chaotic melee raging below between the Dragonsworn and a seemingly endless Demon horde that was pouring out of yet more portals, as well as a hastily assembled fortification that fired sickly green blasts in a constant barrage into the aerial supremacy fight above, and blasted any dragons that attmepted to assist the ground combat out of the sky.

I took a final drag of breath, and blinked to a where the fighting was the fiercest, reappearing amidst the demon horde as they enveloped a group of Red and Black Dragonsworn.

I had barely a second before the demons reacted to my presence, weapons flashing towards me with deadly intent. Thankfully barely a second was more than enough time to send a burst of volitile arcane out of my body, which all but incinerated the demons surrounding me, giving myself enough room to work a more powerful spell.

I infused my foot with magic, and kicked the ground, lightly disturbing the dirt, and forcing my magic into the ground, it splitting into two fiery thin lines that burst forward to encircle the group of several dozen Dragonkin, before violently exploding upwards and outwards, wiping out demons in a thirty metre radius from the Dragonspawn.

I cough harshly, my throat feeling tight and full despite the lack of physical obstruction, and walked swiftly up to the Dragonspawn, who had already formed up into a circular formation surrounding Dragonspawn in various states of maimed, polearms pointing outwards ready to receive the already encroaching horde of demons.



"Who is in command of you!" I demanded as I walked up to the formation, absently noting the Dragonspawn unconsciously straightening in my presence.

The Dragonspawn ahead of me glanced at each other briefly before returning their gaze to the Demons approaching swiftly. "No one, commanders haven't been established, no one expected the Dragonspawn to fight in this fight". A red Dragonspawn grunted, his four legs crouching lower as he prepared to receive the Demons that were mere moments behind me. I spun around, and blasted the demons behind me with a wave of frost, freezing the demons into solid blocks of chilling ice.



The Dragonspawn watched the frozen demons almost hungrily, eyes slightly too wide to be entirely comfortable. "And you didn't establish them yourselves?" the Dragonspawn's attention snapped to me instantly, and their wide eyes became coloured with confusion. "No matter, I'll take control".

I crushed the iceblocks behind me into thousands of sharp blood shards, before blinking inside the formation, taking in the state of the four wounded Dragonspawn inside the formation, and the Red Drakonid tending to them.

"Drakonid!" the Drakonid startled oddly, its back and legs seemingly jolting but its arms not moving an inch from where it was stitching together a chunk of flesh back to the chest of a Black Dragonspawn "Your name, and the state of the wounded!"

The Drakonid stared at me for a second, confused. "Raxanar, and the wounded aren't critical, all of them can be moved to a safer place, and could even fight if I was given enough time to heal them with Alexstraza's gifts". Raxanar's voice was surprisingly soft for how brutish he looked, and he immediately resumed tending to the Dragonspawn once he had said his piece.


"Good, because we need to move swiftly to shut down the artillery preventing the Dragons from supporting us". One of the wounded Dragonspawn looked incredulously at me. "it would take hours to force our way through this horde! Just wait for the aspects to win the air battle and destory them".

I glared down at the Dragonspawn, barely taller despite it laying down on its belly. "The Portals must be closed, or the battle will rage on for days, if not weeks, and the Dragons cannot close the portalb while those artillery are preventing them from getting lower than a certain height, so we will destroy those artillery, understood!". The Dragonspawn shrunk away from me, bunching its shoulders up and looking at the ground.

"Rexanar, you have two minutes before we move out, get them in as good a condition as possible". I turned away from the Drakonid, and began channelling arcane, slowly crafting an intricate selfsustaning pattern, the Dragonspawn was right about something, it would take far too long to force out way though the demons the conventional way, but I could get us close enough that it shouldn't take too long with the right spell, but in the same vein sustaining a spell on that scale would drain me quickly.

As I was crafting the pattern I began to loudly speak. "Dragonspawn! Your masters fly above you in a desperate struggle against an endless tide of Demons, pinned with cruel irony in the very domain that they rule. It is up to you to stem the tide, it is up to you to tear down their enemies. Will you be found wanting?" The Dragonspawn growl, a deep guttural sound that oozed discontent "Will you falter?" smatterings of disagreeing mutters spread amongst the Dragonspawn.

"Will you leave your Masters alone against this tide?" My spell neared completion, and I began gathering the mana necessary to kick start its self-sustaining systems

"NO!" the Dragonspawn roared out, the building fervour reaching a tipping point.

"So you will be the tip of their spear then? You'll drive yourself deep into their enemies' hearts?" the spell reached its own tipping point, ready to be activated

"YES! WE ARE THEIR SPEAR WHICH DRIVES THEIR ENEMIES TO RUIN!" The back lines of the circle formation began banging their weapon together, and the front line began tearing the apart the demon horde almost as fast at the demons could throw themselves at them.

"THEN FORWARD DRAGONSPAWN, FORWARD INTO THE FIRE OF WAR! FOR THE DRAGONFLIGHTS!" I roared, finally activating the spell, a thick flurry of blood ice began spinning violently around us, leaving all sides covered but one direction, the direction of the Artillery formation.

"FOR THE DRAGONFLIGHTS!" the Dragonspawn roared, surging forward, and the second part of my spell activated, an arcane link formed between every Dragonspawn within the formation, moving the energy from the Dragonspawn on the back line into the Dragonspawn on the front line, empowering them to almost double their normal capabilities.

The demons in front of the Dragonspawn were almost instantly ripped apart, the charge driving deep into the demon's lines, and continuing without losing any momentum, moving forward at a speed that I had to run to keep up with.

The wall of bloody ice followed along with us, preventing the demons from surrounding us, and giving the Dragonspawn one clear target, the black fortifications spewing sickly green blasts into the skies.

We made good time, turning what should have been an hours long slog of grinding through thousands of demons into mere minutes of a constant charge that minced every demon in front of it.

However, as we approached the near ramshackle fortification, I noticed that my Spell was coming under increased strain, something was drawing on the arcane energy that was powering it, and I found myself having to make up the difference, something that only increased as we got closer and closer, until a mere two hundred metres from the Fortification I was forced to drop the spell lest I exhaust myself.

"PREPARE FOR THE FLANKS TO OPEN UP! BACK RANK, TURN AROUND AND SECURE OUR REAR, SECOND RANK SECURE OUR LEFT, THIRD RANK SECURE OUR RIGHT, FRONT RANK PUSH TO THE FORTIFICATION!" The Dragonspawn were moving even before I was finished, the middle ranks turning in sync in opposite directions, and curling around the sides, while the back rank spun around and waited a beat, before backing up at nearly the same speed they were moving forward, while the front rank slowed down slightly to account for the rear ranks reduced speed. It was an insanely coordinated manoeuvre, and I was baffled at how a group that were from two separate branches, and up until that point had no leaders had managed to pull it off with such speed and efficiency.

I shook my head, and decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, dispelling my spell as the Dragonspawns got into position, and revealing thousands of demons surrounding us on all sides who didn't even miss a beat before charging us the second the Ice wall was down.

"HOLD FAST! WE MUST MAKE IT TO THE FORTIFICATIONS!" the demons slammed into the formation, and for a moment it buckled worryingly for a moment, before locking in place, its forward momentum slowing to a crawl, but it still was grinding forward over the corpses of thousands of Demons, But for all the forwar momentum it was dozens against thousands, and dragonspawn slowly started falling, demons foul weapons finding purchase on the Dragonspawns thick scales after countless scratches, the foul magic enchanting the weapons weakening the Dragons bodies, leaving them slow and sluggish.

"We might not make it" Raxanar spoke next to me, his red scales intermittently glittering as the foul green blasts lit up the sky. "We have a very limited amount of soldiers, and nothing in the way of reserves, and I can't properly heal what-ever that Green magic is while fighting". I ran my tongue across my teeth, mind racing, he wasn't entirely wrong, while we were still moving forward it was slow going, and the formation could collapse if we got unlucky before we made it to the fortification, but I couldn't cast any meaningful spells underneath the magic drain. I took a deep breath, it might exhaust me, but as I adjusted my wristguards slightly I kn- I tested the enchantments on my Wristguards, feeling out their internal stores of mana which wasn't being drained at all.

"What is our maximum speed?" I turned towards Raxanar, who was watcing a faltering Dragonspawn closes, eye's lighting up with a ruby glow.

"The average Dragonspawn's average running speed is forty-three metres per second, considering the armour, weapons and injuries, I would say more like thirty-five metres per second". My eyebrows rose slightly, genuinely impressed by their speed.

I turned my attention towards the Fortification, overestimating the distance as one hundred and eighty, and quickly ran the numbers, coming to the conclusion that I needed to give them six seconds of uninterrupted sprinting to get to the Fortification at the very least, and more realistically seven seconds.

"Dragonspawn! On my command you are to run full pelt towards the fort, and form up three ranks deep with your backs to the wall!" I didnt even wait for any kind of acknowledgement, pulling together a formidable pattern, that would be resistant to being meddled with, it wouldn't prevent magic from being taken from it, but it would give it would retain magic just slightly better than otherwise, and would reach slightly further.

I took a deep breath, and ripped most of the mana out of my enchantments, reducing the powerful enchantments to enchantments barely more powerful than a child's first attempt at magic, but the results spoke for themselves, unleashing a cataclysmic blast that tore apart the demons in every direction, clearing the way all the way to the walls, and for almost a hundred metres In every other direction

"RUN!" The Dragonspawn immediately broke into a dead sprint that I struggled to keep pace with now heavy armour, a race against the rushing demon horde, if we made it to the walls before the demons arrived, we would be able to have almost completely secured rear, if we didn't then the demon horde would slam into our lose formation, spilling into the gaps and tearing us apart.

But our gamble paid off, moments before the Demon horde would crashed into our undefended rear we reached the wall, spinning around and meeting the oncoming fel-host with braced halberds, flashing blades, and striking claws.

I collapsed to my knee's gasping for breath, the mad dash, the lack of magic to reinforce myself, and the mental drain of combat leaving me tired, breathless, and slightly ill. A heavy hand came down on to my shoulders, and the exhaustion disappeared under a wave of energy, Raxanar had evidently seen fit to heal me.

I got to my feet steadily, and looked around at the three Dragonspawn deep wall between myself and the demon horde. "Did we all make it?" I glanced at Raxanar who had already moved away from me. "It was close, and a few stragglers were badly injured, and won't be able to fight on today". He knelt next to a heavily bleeding Black Dragonspawn, its back and sides a twisted mess of bloody cuts which pulsed with a green glow. "Luckily Dragonspawn are built from stern stuff, and they'll live to see another fight".

I turned away from him, looking at the melee going on around us, one that was favouring us far more than the Demons, as the pressure of their endless numbers was reduced by almost half, and much thicker battle lines allowed the Dragonspawn to cover each other.

"We have to breach the wall somehow, and leave a Rearguard behind us". I mused, eyes tracing creases where black metal sheets were hastily melted together, it was surprisingly slapdash fortification, far from the imposing impenetrable black fortress I feared I would find. "You!" I pointed at a black Dragonspawn that wasn't in the formation, a heavy wound looking like it was almost separating one of its rear legs from its body. The Dragonspawn snapped to it attention, standing heavily on its three good legs "Pass me your halberd". He tossed the halberd wordlessly towards me. "Thank you". He slumped down once more as I turned away, bracing my new halberd against a particularly poor weld, forcing the enchanted steel straight through the black metal with effort, the metal barely inches deep. I dragged the halberd downwards, slicing through the metal, before taking the halberd out and repeating the action four more times, cutting a large rectangular hole into the side of the fortification, large enough that a Dragonspawn could enter easily, but Raxanar would perhaps struggle to fit through without crouching.

"Raxanar, you will stay outside, tend to the wounded, make sure the demons don't overrun us". I heard Raxanar grunt in acknowledgement, and I turned towards my Dragonspawn lines, wondering just how many I could take without weakening the lines too much, and what combination of Dragonspawn I should take, the Halberds would be useful if we needed to defend an choke point, but would be unwieldly while advancing in the corridors, the swords would most likely be ideal for fightiing through the fortress, but getting close to the Demons ran the risk of them getting a lucky shot and disabling my forces, which would be devastating, and the claws were a more extreme version of the sword, they'd excel in close quarters, but they would be in the most dangerous position, their ability to tear apart demons a trade off with them having less reach than most demons.

I spun my halberd around, and rolled my shoulders, feeling them grow stiff underneath the weight of my armour, and came to a decision, deciding to take a rather balanced approach, taking a core of five swordsmen who would take point, clearing the way, three halberdiers bring up the rear, and potentially defend choke points as we progress, and two Dragonspawn using nothing but claws to defend the centre of the formation, prepared to both tear apart anyone who managed to reach the centre, and take the roll of any of the other Dragonspawn if they got injured, and while the force was potent, it was only a sixth of the effective fighting force, leaving behind plenty to hold the line and give us enough time to disable the artilery.

I pulled several Dragonspawn out of the formation, explaining quickly that I had chosen them to breech the fortress, and their roles, before sending them through the hole I made to secure the other side.

I sent the last dragonspawn through, and stood just before the make-shift entrance of fortress. I took a deep breath, brought my halberd to rest my shoulder, and walked into the belly of the beast.

A/N: I hate this chapter.

Here we see some of the negative effects of Kaezar's meddling, the dragons have no idea the capabilities of the Legion, since they don't have months of carefully watching them fight the night elves, thus when you combined with Archimonde's tactical genius (I think he's described as one of the greatest military minds in the universe somewhere in the lore) the endless horde of legion troops, and Draconic natural arrogance (keep in mind Alexstraza at this point has never been humbled, Deathwing has never beaten her, Grim Batol has never happened, up until this point all she's done is win win win) results in an ambush that is tearing the Dragonflights apart (well not really, dragons are really really really tough, like, only the youngest drakes have injured or killed by the Doomguard, however plenty have died to the Artilery, as its literally being empowered by the passive power that every dragon nearby is giving off.

Also we have a glimpse into the Dragonspawn mindset, which is stunted, they value power greatly, and they have little initiative beyond serving the Dragonflights, as well as being hella tough.

Still, fucking hate this chapter, wish it was never written.

Also there's probably a million mistakes, but I wanted to celebrate finally completing my exams and fixing my computer, so I pumped it out.
 
The belly of the beast
The belly of the beast



Stepping inside the fortress was almost physically painful for me, as even the barest sliver of connection I had to magic was completely snuffed out, and the feeling of being utterly magicless for the first time in my life freezing me. The drain even appeared to be affecting the Dragonspawn now, thin strands being jerkily coaxed from the Dragonspawn standing out like a beacon against the utter void of magic inside the fortress.

"We must move, Mortal, this place will drain us dry within the hour, and I admit I fear fighting these creatures barely able to move". The voice of one of the Black Dragonspawn Halberdiers snapped me out of the fugue that had taken over me, and I tightened my grip on my own halberd, its weight almost unbearable.

"So, we have an hour to take a fortress with no magic, no information beyond the general direction, and significantly less numbers? Wonderful". My lips pressed together and I made a short motion with my free hand. "Well, lets get a move on". The Dragonspawn began moving forward, three of the sword-wielding Dragonspawn taking point followed closely by the Halberdiers, and the remaining two Swordsmen hanging towards the back of the group.

"You make it sound so negative" a Red Dragonspawn spoke next to me, his claws coming up to rub vicious scars around his neck, his rumbling voice sounding amused. "I would of much prefered these odds than the usual odds during the Aquir wars" his hand fell towards his stomach, where a scar looked like it had completely bisected him. "Afterall I havent been gutted once this fight!" a few of the Dragonspawn chuffed amusedly, still steadily advancing.

"Most people try to avoid having their intestines become their Oute-" The Dragonspawn speaking cut off immediately, the Swordsmen in the front lowered, their pace dipping slightly, as the halberdiers closed the gap between them.

"Wha-" the Scarred Dragonspawn's hand came to rest lightly over my mouth, his massive bulk belying his speed. He took his hand off my mouth, before tapping my ear. I looked at him incredulously, but tilted my head sideways regardless, listening carefully.

I stayed like that for several long moments, walking with my head tilted unable to hear anything. I caught the Scarred Dragonspawn's eye with my hand, shaking my head at him. He nodded, before holding up ten claws, clenching and unclenching them twice, and then holding up five fingers and pointing straight ahead, then clenching and unclenching again holding up five fingers and pointing towards a left turn that was coming up soon.

The gestures confused me, but I got the gist of them, there was twenty demons up ahead, spilt presumably evenly between around the corner, and somewhere unseeable straight ahead. I nodded slowly then pointed at him, then at both straight ahead, and around the corner before gesturing at the whole group, and pointing between the two choices, directly at where I felt the mana being drained into, trying to convey that I was giving him the choice between the two options.

The Dragonspawn eyes drifted for a second, becoming unfocused, before pointing at the corner. I nodded, and gestured at the Dragonspawn taking point, who even now were creeping ever closer to the Corner. He nodded, his pace increasing, but made almost no noise, and he quickly reached the lead Dragonspawn, before falling back until he was walking just slightly behind me, to my right.

We quickly arrived to the corner, the lead swordsmen pivoting around the corner quickly, but the Halberdiers kept moving forward, standing guard at the intersection until we had moved past them, the swordsmen taking their position for a moment, while they moved swiftly back into their previous positions behind the lead swordsmen, and as soon as they started moving past me at the centre, the rear swordsmen retook their position at the rear, the whole manoeuvre took barely ten seconds, and was executed almost silently, only betrayed by the slight clinks of their armour.

As we advanced, I began hearing what the Dragonspawn must had heard, barely audible panting slowly drifted into my ears, and after another tense minute of walking they came into view, a group of nine Felguard, standing in a loose formation facing away from us, their weapons held loosely, it was, in a word, suspicious, as quiet as we were there was no way they hadn't noticed we were there at this distance, and them standing completely still unprepared? It was unrealistic and I as I glanced towards the Dragonspawn next to me I noticed he too looked on guard.

His eyes met mine, and he gestured at them, miming raking his claws across an invisible enemy, before gesturing behind us, his head tilting.

I shook my head, it had already been five minutes since we had entered, and we had barely gone a tenth of the way to the destination, and that was without any interruptions.

"We'll just have to spring the trap". I spoke loudly, and watched the demons continue staying still. "They really aren't subtle about it are the-" the wall on the right of me burst open, with a screech of rent steel, a massive fel-hound, more metal than flesh lunged out at me, and I barely scrambled out of the way.


The Dragonspawn around me reacted instantly, the Swordsmen behind us stepping forward, their sword flashing into the Fel-hounds hide, tracing in-between the thick plates. I scrabbled up, picking up my Halberd and put the thick steel between me and the Felhound's maw as it snapped at me again, pushing me backwards into the wall behind me, as I struggled fruitlessly to keep it at bay, its vicious teeth slowly forcing its way closer to my neck.

I struggled against the fel-hound for what felt like hours, before it was slammed to the side, the Scarred veteran who I had been talking silently with forced the Fel-hound off me, his claws buring deep underneath its left eye, before ripping it out, showering both me and him with viscera.

The Hound growled, lunging at the Dragonspawn, only to be met with my Halberd thrusting underneath it, not piercing the thick sheet of metal protecting it, but pushing its head upwards, exposing its throat, which the Dragonspawn took immediate advantage of, his claws slipping deep between the thin seams, much thinner than the seams on its sides, and wrenching the metal plate away, along with a chunk of its throat flesh, before thrusting his other claw into the demon, his forearm almost completely disappearing inside the massive beasts body.

The Hound's body twitched around his arm, before falling still, but the Dragonspawn didn't remove his hand, bringing his hand back up to pull the hounds throat open more. "You are not the first beast to try and trick me" the hound began thrashing again, but it was weak, and fleeting, the hole in its throat taking its toll quickly.

I let the halberd fall, no longer forcing the hounds head upwards, and stumbled backwards. Taking in the front line finishing off the last of their demons, who had seemingly tripled since the Hound blocked my view.

"Any injuries?" I called out breathlessly, to scattered negative grunts, as a Black Dragon swordsman helped another Black Halberdier peel the metal off the chest of the Fel-hound, and stab it viciously, turning its chest into a mushed red mess. "Good, because we cant delay, thankfully Spot here has given us a little shortcut, and when you two are done giving him his treat we can get moving". The Black Halberdier glanced up at me, and smirked, pulling his Halberd out and taking his place behind the Front Swordsmen, who had already moved into postion.

"Do you know how much further we have to go?" The Scarred Veteran walked up beside me, his body coated in a thick layer of Demon blood.

I rolled my shoulders, glancing around "We've got a tenth of the way there, if I am judging correctly, we might have to start just cutting our way through the walls at this pace, did the fight drain you... uhh"

The Dragonspawn snorted "Raavan, and yes, but I took that into account when I gave you the original time". I nodded slowly, expecting that answer.

"Well then let's not delay, we must move quickly, ever minute wasted is another life lost". I shouldered my Halberd, and we began moving once more, on a far more direct route.



The walk passed in silence, the distance being chewed quickly, only interrupted by sparse resistance from fel-guard, or the occasional Mo'arg, but as we went deeper and deeper even those occasional encounters came less and less, until almost half way to the objective we had encountered almost no Crusade forces for nearly five minutes.

"Where is their defence?" one of the lead swordsmen said, "surely they wouldn't leave it all unguarded?". I stayed silent, but agreed, this was suspicious, but we had no other choice but to continue forward, at this point, even if we did turn around, there was no guarantee we could make it out, much less push through the horde of demons the had us pinned against this fortress.

"Suspicious or not we have to move forward" Raavan spoke, "Do we know how far we are from our objective?"

I breathed out, "We are half way there, but if this lack of resistance keeps up, we'll make it there far faster than we got here".

Raavan nodded "You heard him, speed up the pace, tighten up the formation, we don't want to be caught off guard". The entire group wordlessly complied, the halberdiers almost coming level with the Swordsmen, and the rear-guard walking barely a step behind me.

We continued on edge, making it almost all the way there without any resistance after a bare fifty minutes, before the world erupted without warning into a chaotic melee.

The walls were blown apart, showering us in sharp metal shrapnel that dug deep into my left arm and flung me into the wall, dazing me, but barely phased the Dragonspawn around me, who smoothly swung around to face the tide of Fel-Guard that poured out of the new hole, smashing into them like a crashing wave.

I stood up unsteadily, pulling myself up with my halberd as my left arm hung limply at my side. Taking in the hundreds of felguard forcing the Dragonspawn to back up against the wall in a semi-circle, and pinning them there.

"We can't push through them, and theres too many to kill before we run dry" Raavan spoke, dragging a particularly large Felguard towards him and crushing its head. "we can probably give you an opportunity to get through, but we will have to keep them pinned here, and if you are caught out by other demons, well you can guess". He placed his claw on my shoulder, "if we stay here, we die, if you fail, we die, if you succeeded, we might die anyway" He grinned "This is starting to remind me of the Aquir wars with odds like this!" I managed a weak chuckle, before nodding.

"Get me the chance to get away, I'll shut off that Drain". His grin widened, and his grip on my tightened.

"PUSH THEM BACK NOW!" The Dragonspawn surged forward, forcing the Demons back to the hole in the wall, before Raavan lifted me with his grip, tossing me bodily down the hall. "DON'T FAIL!"

I fly through the air, his monstrous strength propelling me a surprising distance, and manage to stick the landing, rolling smoothly to my feet, before breaking into a run towards where I felt magic being drained, reaching a forbidding door that I knew had to be the door to the room where it was being controlled.

I took a deep breath, shifting my halberd with my right hand, to rest on my still useless left shoulder, and pushed the door open with my foot, lunging backwards out of the way of Felguards sword, bouncing my left shoulder up and bringing my halberd down with a vicious slash that buried the halberds head in the Felguards own head.

I pushed the Felguard off my weapon, cautiously entering the room once more, and finding it empty.

"Well that was anti-climactic". I cast my gaze on the machine that was draining the Mana in the air, and powering the Crusades Artillery, it was a monstrously large machine, and looked impossibly complex from where I stood under it.

"Magnificent isn't it?" a twisted voice spoke from behind me, "one of the greatest inventions of my race! The process to attune them to a new world was thought lost when Sal'salabim betrayed the legion, but I rediscovered it on this world!" I turned around, taking in a massive Mo'arg "Lord Sargeras will reward me richly for this discovery". His eyes were fanatical, and he almost seemed to shudder when he mentions Sargeras.

"So, you're the one behind this... Magic sinkhole?" I watched him carefully, prepared to react if he attacked, but the Mo'rag seemed content to stand a fair distance away.

"Magic sinkhole! Oh no no no its far more than that! It's a magic converter, any magic, every magic, Shadow? Light? Arcane! The Void itself! All can be converted into Fel-magic with this, turning the worlds own energy against it! Its pure genius given form! MY GENIUS GIVEN FORM!" his explosive volume caused me to start, and I almost brought my weapon to bear, but restrained myself.

"Your genius? Only your genius? No help whatso ever?" I turned ever so slightly away from the demon, glancing up the Massive machine.

"Yes! None of the rest of them could understand THEY NEVER UNDERSTAND! But Lord Sargeras will understand, he'll understand, and make the rest of them understand!" I turned back to the Mo'arg, if I somehow killed him here, then it would be a lasting blow against the Crusade.

"It's a shame that no one will ever understand your genius". I lunged forward, slashing at him with my halberd to make room for myself, but the Mo'rag reacted far faster than I expected, slapping the halberd away with his claw hand with contemptuous ease, his other hand lunging forward to grab me and toss me far away from the machine. "Well that wasn't what I wanted". I rolled my right shoulder, and brought my halberd back up.

"Thank you for initiating, I always feel so rude, when I just kill someone after a nice conversation, but when they attack first, all bets are off now aren't they?" He walked slowly towards me, and I met him step for step, quickly reaching each other we burst into another surge of movement, and once again he came out the better, smashing my Halberd out of my hands and then breaking my nose in almost the same fluid movement.

I quickly moved backwards, realising quickly that I had no chance in close combat as it was.

"Well, this is disappointing now isn't it? I was so excited to kill the person that banished Iruxos, to hear him tell of it twas a mighty battle worthy of a man capable of killing Mannoroth single-handily and the most elite of the Archimode's Doomguard. But so far? I'm disappointed is this all you can muster?!" His eyes grew crazed, and he charged me, his hand closing around my throat, and his claw slamming into my stomach, puncturing it. "You werent even worth the effort of coming down here".

My eyes grew unfocused, even as my mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this. "O-of course it isnt worth it, I'm not at my full strength". I gasped out, and felt his hands unclench slightly. "Don't you want to fight me at full strength?" his head tiled, eye's still disturbingly wide and dancing with a madness that I did not feel comfortable having my life in the hands of.

"Not at full strength?" He grinned "no no that wouldn't do at all! Not in the slightest not ever, I WANT TO FIGHT YOU AT YOUR PEAK!" He let me go, and I slumped off the end of his claw, bleeding profusely from my stomach "what do you need? A Nether siphon? The blood of a thousand fanatics? The skull of a Doomlord? Anything just give it to me!"

I swallowed, trying to apply pressure to my stomach wound with my right hand. "Nothing so extravagant, just need my magic back, and I can't have that while the machines still on, so, if you turn it off, I'm at full strength and you'll get your fight".

The Mo'rag stared at me, his grin falling from his face "turn it off? Turn off my machine? Turn of my masterpiecemymagnusopusmy GREATEST WORK!" He sneered "I'LL KILL YOU FOR EVEN SUGGESTING IT". His claw thrust towards my throat.

"Too late" I grinned, ripping the very last vestiges of mana out of the enchantments in my armour, draining even the basic foundations from it and rendering the enchantments completely unrecoverable, but it gave me enough power for what I had to do, gripping my halberd from where it lay across the room, between the Mo'rag, and the machine, telekinetically I threw it into the machine, ripping the magic out of its own enchantments at the same causing a very short lived explosion, but one that lived long enough to ruin the fragile inner workings of the machine.

"NO!" The Mo'rag abandoned his attack running up to the machine and trying to hold it fruitlessly "MY MASTERPIECE!" He collapsed to his knees staring at it blankly.

I felt magic slam back into me, limb that had been missing for far too long responding to my will with joy, and I wasted no time to using it to its full extent, crafting a simple pattern to keep the blood from my wounds inside me, and prevent my intestines from sliding out of me, before applying pressure to the machine, tearing it apart before the sobbing Mo'rags eyes.

"Why? WHY WOULD YOU HURT IT!" the Mo'rag spun around charging at me, but with my magic back, and the ability to enhance myself once more, it was pathetically easy to slap away his arms, before shoving a fireball through his stomach.

"You wanted to fight me at full power no? This is me at full power! Is it all you ever hoped for?" I taunted the burning Demon, as he clawed at his burning stomach. "Or did I misunderstand". I crushed his skull, and turned away from him, walking out of the room into the bloodied group of Dragonspawn that I had left, injured, but alive.

I grinned, "I didn't fail did I?"

Ravaar chuffed, turning away from me "We still have to save the ones outside."

A/N yep.



That was Kin'garoth btw.



Tell me what mistakes I made, probably made plenty of them
 
Aftermath
Aftermath



I sat atop a small hill, looking out into the scarred battlefield around me, taking in the piles of bodies, demon and dragonkin both. It didn't take long for the Dragons to notice that the artillery were destroyed, and it took even less time for them to take advantage, burning away the far more vulnerable demon horde, killing the warlocks powering the portals, and from there clearing the air from the Doomlords, but damage had already been done, thousands of Dragonspawn had been overrun, and pulled apart, and the Artillery reaped a bloody toll on the dragons, killing dozens of younger dragons, and even a Green Wyrm had been irreversibly maimed, his wings mangled by the fel-magic to the extent that even Alexstraza couldn't figure out how to heal them. But more concerning were the bodies that weren't here, almost twenty dragons of the various flights were missing, presumed to have been kidnapped by the Crusade for an inscrutable purpose.

I was armour-less, the magicless mangled mess that my armour was barely fit for a troll at this point, much less me, and I had left it with Sindragosa.

"I've been told we have you to thank for stopping those... foul cannons". I didn't react, had heard her walk up minutes ago, the sound of crunching charred bone, and dried blood hard to muffle no matter how light her footsteps were. "There are few things I can complain about with the Dragonspawn, but their lack of initiative is unfortunate". I let my eyes wander over to a massive field of Dragonspawn forces, the kaleidoscope of scales was the largest concentration of Dragonspawn on the field, and had been broken apart minutes before I destroyed the Fel-converter.

I heard a deep sigh, a potent combination of exhaustion, self-loathing, and sadness. "I ignored your warning, didn't I? You told me how dangerous they were, and I dismissed it as the prattleing of a scared mortal". She sat down next to me, even her mortal form almost three times my size. "It's my fault, all this death? It's on my head".

"Yes, it is". She looked like the words physically struck her, flinching underneath them. "Everyone that has died on these field, died because of your hubris". Alexstraza's head hung low, her eyes distant.

"The others won't say it, even though we all know it, even Malygos and Neltharion dance around it, lamenting the Demons 'tactical acumen' as if the trap wasn't so obvious that a child would notice, much less the victor of the Aquir wars". She took a shuddering breath, eyes locked on a Black drake, small enough to barely be out of its Whelp years, that was being mourned by a large Black Wyrm. "But they think it, and they're right to think it, I failed them, and I led them like sheep to the slaughter".

I leant backwards, lying on my elbows, watching the smoke filled-skies. "Yes, you did, now what are you going to do about it?" the words hung heavy in the air, and an uncomfortable silence filled the air between us for several moments.

"We can't go in half prepared next time, I have to organise the flights... it will take time." Alexstraza finally got out, watching a group of Dragonspawn bury their kin in graves.

"You might not have time, Dragon-Queen, the scouts report say that the Kal'dorei resistance are losing at every front, and only the cities and the fortresses are putting up any meaningful resistance". I looked at her properly for the first time since we began talking "Azeroth itself might not have enough time for you to organise yourself." She stood up, and began walking away.

"I'll consider your words carefully, Kaezar... Thank you, for being honest with me, few people dare to lie to the Dragon Queen, but fewer still dare to be honest.

I watched her transform, and take flight, moving swiftly to a large pillar that The Earthwarder had raised so the Aspects and their Wyrms could converse with privacy. I leant back further, lying down fully, and thought about the outcome of this conversation, having the Dragons back off after one fight would be a huge blow to the morale of anyone fighting the Crusade, the Dragons Afterall were the greatest physical representation of protection on Azeroth, every race knew that as long as they lived, they could exist without fear of being wiped out. But, if the dragons continued to fight unprepared, and were ground down into nothingness, then it could be a far more devastating blow, one of the greatest weapons Azeroth could bring to bear blunted before it could unleash its full power on her enemies.

I breathed out harshly through my nose, shaking my head, Irregardless of what happened the Dragons now understood the scope and power of the crusade, and would now be far better prepared to fight them.

I stood up, cleansing the bloody dirt from my cloths, stretching lightly, there was work to be done, and sitting here trying to guess the mind of the Dragon Queen would get me nowhere.

I blinked away.



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The machine that the Mo'arg had created was the most complex and interesting device I had studied, though that wasn't saying much, as I wasn't interested much in engineering, even magic engineering responsible for the constructs that protected many of the Kal'dorei cities tirelessly rarely caught my interest, this refused to leave my thoughts, as I poured over every inch of it, trying to understand the complex interactions between the various mechanisms, that seemed to move and twist in seemingly random ways. I hadn't made much of headway into understanding it, its complexity, and the giant gaping hope from my Halberds explosion made it difficult to get the full story, but from what I could understand the various different ways the mechanisms shifted both shunted magic deeper into the machine, and created a magic vacuum, it reminded me of a Theoretical Magical Discipline that would allow the user to use a greater amount of magic, making patterns the drew magic directly into themselves, rather than the usual method of drawing it into the body before pushing it into the pattern, bypassing the bodies Mana limit. But the truly fascinating thing was that wasn't the only way it managed to draw energy into itself, there appeared to be hundreds of different ways that could substitute in for the Vacuum, allowing for more refined, or even diametrically opposed methods of pulling in energy, that I could barely even begin to understand.
Such crude methods, together we could do far better
"You've spent most of the day Kaezar, you even missed lunch". I startled, spinning around to face Sindragossa Elven form, who had seemingly snuck up on me during my study.
ah one of the many creatures keeping you weak wishes to speak
"Had I? I will admit I hadn't even realised I had spent so long down here" my stomach growled, and I averted my eyes "Did you bring any food? A late lunch maybe?" I felt a hand fall onto my head, turning me back to face Sindragosa.


"It's dinner time, Kaezar, you've been down here for fourteen hours". She stared down into my eyes, tilting my head side to side "You look exhausted, and you have only been studying this for a few days". We disappeared, reappearing outside the demons ruined fortifications, sitting at a table with two plates full of food. "Eat, you will not continue working on that machine tonight". Sindragosa said firmly.


I immediately protested "But we're leaving soon! I won't be able to study it anymore!" Sindragosa's started eating, ignoring my protest "this is valuable knowl-"


"You are my apprentice, and when I tell you to do something Kaesar, you do it, unless you wish to break our agreement" Sindragosa glared at me levelly.


"I- no, no I don't" I looked away from her, eyes falling to my plate.


"Good, now eat up" She gestured at my plate with her fork "then you should go to sleep, you look drained Kaezar". I picked up my cutlery, and started eating, digging into the Conjured Elk, feeling my hunger abating quickly from the magically enriched flesh.


"Lord Malygos wants to speak with you Kaezar". I looked up from my meal at Sindragosa, and began standing up, but stopped when she gestured to "Not now, you really do look like you need rest, but tomorrow morning I'll take you to him, before we leave with the rest of the flights". I sat back down in my seat, continuing eating, finishing quickly.


"Goodnight Kaezar, I'll come collect you early tommorrow". Sindragosa stood up, leaving in her Dragon form.


I yawned, and acknowledged she was probably right, I was bone tired, and needed the sleep.


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"The Lifebinder has acknowledged that we were ill-prepared for war, for war, and we need to take time to organise properly" Lord Malygos was an unassuming sight when he was in his elven form, his blue hair dull, and he was barely larger than a usual Elf, I suspected it was only so he seemed more relatable, or perhaps he just didn't want to draw attention, though his unassuming guise perhaps stood out the most amongst the other Dragons Striking features. "What that means practically, is t will be perhaps months before we start fighting the Demons again in force, small groups may be sent for support, but the bulk of the army will wait at Wyrmspeak". What his appearance lacked in striking attributes, his words more than made up for it. While not as bad as I feared, they were far worse than I hoped, by all accounts the Kal'dorei resistance was being pushed back, and the Dragons stopping fighting after a single engagement that didn't even retake land? It was disastrous. "I'm not sure I agree with my sister's decision, but I will stand by it, the bulk of the Blue Dragon flight will be wait at Wyrmspeak for orders, and the rest will return to protect the Nexus"




I breathed out softly, and met his steady eyes "We won't have months"


He kept looking at me calmly "Sindragosa will be returning to the Nexus until we organise more, you presumably be going back with her". We stood in silence, and my mind raced, if I couldn't rely on the dragons to repel the Crusade, then I would have to find others to save Azeroth.


"I... Understand, Lord Malygos, thank you for telling me". He nodded at me, and I turned away, mulling over the implications of this, and what I could do, and exited the building.


"That's a rather long face, for a mortal" I startled, turning to face the dragonspawn that had snuck up on me. "What's got you so grumpy?"


"Hello, Raavan, how are you today Raavan, why yes, my manners are fit for basic civilisation, mayhaps you will match me one day". I snarked at the scared Dragonspawn, before continuing to walk "You've probably heard by now, the Dragonqueen has called for a reorginisation, the dragonflight may not actively reengage the Legion for months".




"Manners? What foul creation are those" he grabbed me by the back of my shirt, hauling me up and slinging me over his shoulder "I've heard about it now, can't say I'm surprised, we lost far more than we should of during that fight". I placed my hand on his neck, and froze him, wriggling out of his grip before thawing him, with a far more respectable distance between us.


"Regardless of how much sense it makes, it leaves us in a poor position, you've heard the reports, the Kal'dorei are being pushed back on all fronts, and the fortifications and cities will starve without us retaking the land surrounding them". I leant against one of the many pillars the Black Dragonflight had errected during the short stay here. "I need to find something to help them".


Raavan hummed, looking arround carefully. "Something to help them hmm, I suppose you are too impateint to just wait?" I glared at Raavan, and gestured for him to get on with it. He leant closer, voice lowering "Just between me and you, Stormheim is undergoing a, well let's call it a cultural festival, very important to them, something that a smart man could turn to his advantage" he leant out, taking another suspicious look around, before walking away. "stay safe, Kaezar, a smart man isnt always safe".


I stayed there a moment longer, mulling over the idea, the Vrykul were a Savage people, but each were mighty, and intensely beholden to their ideas of honour, while gathering them up wouldn't be the massive force multiplier that the Dragon flights were, they would still be a great boon.



"You've heard the news from Lord Malygos then?" Life truly was mysterous where you can be so focused that you miss a Giant Dragon landing, in front of you. "We will be leaving for the Nexus before noon, I've already taken the liberty to pack the few things you had unpacked". She shifted smoothly into her Elven form, holding up my bag. "I hope you don't mind".




"I don't believe I will be going back to the Nexus, Sindragosa". She studied me carefully, and I met her gaze evenly.


"Did Lord Malygos tell you he had other plans for you". A look of irritation flashed across her face "He didn't te-".


"Lord Malygos didn't tell me to do anything". I cut her off quietly. "There's just something I need to do". Sindragosa's eyebrow raised in silent question.


I stood up fully, pushing off the pillar, and licked my dry lips. "The war against the Crusade can't be left alone Sindragosa, weeks or months the Kaldorei need something to halt the tide of the Crusade, before their hooks are too deep in this world". Sindragosa's eyes grew understanding, and she nodded slowly.



"So, you are going to join the Kal'dorei's war effort then". she half smiled at me. "the dragons won't take too long Kaezar, you'll soon be back into the thick of it, just have patience".



I breathed out harshly, feeling a spike of pointless anger. "We don't have time to be patient Sindragosa, surely you felt it? Even after banishing all the demons something heavy still hangs in the air, in the very magic of this land, something has been irrevocably changed after the demons presnce". I stared into her confused eyes. "I have to do something Sindragosa, after seeing all this, seeing the full extent of the demons might in person". My eyes dropped, and my heart raced "I can't stand by, my inaction will haunt me for however long it lets me live before the Demons wipe out the life on this world"


"I... understand, waiting ill-suited me in my youth too, I won't stop you, but I have to ask, where will you go? Our reports say that there's major fighting outside of Surramar and Shandaral, or closer to where we are now, White Rook Hold is under siege, and preventing the Demons from mounting a proper assualt on Vashj'ir". I frowned, there were many places that could use my help, so many of my people needed my aid, but I could cast aside a thousand demonic hordes, defend a thousand cities from the demon's claws, and achieve nothing, I needed to gather allies to push the demons back, or we would be inevitably overrun.


"I'm going to Stormheim". I looked up again, and saw Sindragosa's tkae a step back, eyes widening


"Stormheim is deep behind the Demons lines Kaezar, it would be very dangerous getting there, to say nothing of how dangerous it is itself, you shouldn't go there". I was unmoved, aid from the Vyrkul could prove to be instrumental, no matter how dangerous it was. "You won't be able to teleport there, or from there Kaezar, and I doubt you would be able to contact anyone on the outside, you would be cut off from any support and stranded Kaezar".


"I've made my decision Sindragosa, I'll be going to Stormheim". I took my bag out of her hands, quickly checking to make sure everything was inside, including my mangled armour.


Sindragosa's hand cupped my chin, tilting my head up from where it was looking into my bag to look her in the eyes again, and we stood there for several long moments, her looking down into my eyes, before she sighed, pulling me into a soft hug. "Be careful Kaezar, please, the people of Stormheim are dangerous, and those that rule it even more so".




I let myself relax into her warm embrace, just breifly, before pulling back. "I'm Kaezar Xanishar, Sindragosa, I don't need to be careful, others need to be careful of me". She smiled, and I turned away, already pulling together a teleport to take me to Ara-Hinam, a small town north east of the Well of Eternity, the closest settlement to Stormheim that I knew of that hadn't already been taken over by the Burning Crusade. "Give Cyanigosa my greetings, please".


I slipped between everything before she could reply.




A/N STORMHEIM IS A VERY confusing place lore wise.


Like seriously, some sources site it as the ancestral homeland of the Vrykul, despite their ancestral homeland being either A. Ulduar, or B. where ever the heck the Halls of valor ended when Odyn had his little tizzy with the other watchers, and since it also says that the Halls of Valor came to a stop over Stormheim while it was part of the broken isles (which is a whole other kettle of fish), it couldn't of been there orginally.


So I decided to ignore that tidbit, and make Stormheim the Ancestral homeland of the Odyn Vykrul, and where the Hall of Valor always was.


Other than that, we see Alexstraza doubting herself, and probably overreacting in calling it all to a halt, but she took the casualties (More dragons died here than has died in the last milenia combined) really badly, thinking (rightly) that she could of prevented it.


Kaezar studies the machine to the point where it exhausts him, wonder why that happened, before being forced to stop by a concerned Sindragosa, and would ya look at that, the second he is forced away from it he barely thinks of it, peculiar.


Then the Malygos Malarky, and people being cryptic about Stormheim, calling it an "opportunity" and "dangerous" without citing any real reasons, while Kaezar thinks its just a bunch of Vrykul doing weird Vrykul things, in the first draft I planned on having Malygos mention Stormheim to Kaezar, before deciding that if Malygos was to tell him about it he would just be straight about it, instead of dancing around the issue.


Anyway, tell me the multitude of things that are wrong with the story and the chapter, I'm suree theres a thousand ways I could of written it better.
 
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The Bloodstained field of Ara-Hinam
The Bloodstained field of Ara-Hinam.



The smell of burning hit me first, a foul acrid scent that invaded my senses, causing my eyes to water, and my breath to hitch.

I felt the heat next, my skin starting to burn even after mere moments of stepping out of the in between.

I had reacted before the screams hit me, a wave of icy magic exploding from me, quenching the foul fel-fire that was burning the building I had reappeared in, even as a separate wave, faster than the first by a hundred-fold, mapping out the interior of Ara-Hinam, seeking out the few still living Kal-dorei.

I felt my jaw fall open, Ara-Hinam, while small still housed thousands of Kal'dorei, and it had already been reduced to a mere hundred dying Kal'Dorei futilely fighting in small isolated groups against tens of thousands of demons

I didn't stew in my shock for long, already forming a spatial anchor in the building I arrived to, which would allow me to teleport to and from it without being forced to trace location pattern's.

I slipped in-between honing in on the largest concentration of Kal'dorei still fighting, reappearing in a room of injured Kal'Dorei, as they struggled to hold a mangled door closed. I was noticed almost instantly, a heavily injured elf in the back of the room, shooting up, and opening his mouth with a panicked look on his face, but we had already slipped between worlds before he could even begin speaking, as I dragged them into the now ice-filled room that I arrived in, nor did I hear him as almost within the same instance I had disappeared once more, this time reappearing in an alley way in-between a beleaguered group of Elves, pinned on both sides by Fel-stalkers, that didn't even have the attention to spare in noticing me, before I pulled them into the in-between with me, leaving them in the room with the other Kal'dorei group I had rescued.

I flinched as I teleported out again, the constant shifting, at a far faster rate than I had ever done before was playing havoc on my body, but the sight I found when I reappeared steeled my heart to deal with the side effects, a male Kal'Dorei had prostrated himself before a fel-guard, pressing his mouth to a fel-guards blood encrusted steel-hoof, as the foul creature held the limp body of a burnt elven woman above him, her blood dripping slowly down onto him, but the beast didn't even look at him, his focus on a group of cowering elven children, all looking as if they hadn't even reached their centennial, his face locked in a twisted grin

I felt a surge of anger, and I collapsed the Fel-guards chest, crushing his insides with the very bones that were supposed to protect them, pausing just long enough to savor its pained face, before pulling the elves through the in-between with me, feeling a phantom pressure on my right eye, and a worrying lurch in my stomach, but I couldn't rest, I had rescued barely a fourth of the groups scattered about the town, and the demons pressed ever closer to snuffing those groups out.

I slipped between again, and again and again, andagaianandagainandagain, each teleport faster and more straining than the last the effects heighting more and more, until, finally, after I had pulled the remnants of the last group away from meeting the same grisly fate as those around then, I let myself collapse, bleeding from my eye, half conscious.

"Secure the Quel'dorei! We can use him as leverage to get out of whatever trap this is". I felt rough, slick, rose hands pull my arms behind my back, and then tie a rope around my arms, binding them together tightly.

"What are you doing to him?" I heard a young voice ask distantly.

"Quel'dorei are dangerous child, they betrayed us all". I heard the voice speak again, a commanding note in her voice. "The fact he overestimated himself is a boon, and it's not one we will waste, Allaelleas, Tethis, watch him carefully. Cereldant, tend to the wounded, Cydon, have you made any progress on that ice?" The voice was both distant, and loud, ringing around my head, but I just couldn't grasp them.

"Shouldn't we just kill him and be done with it? Sorcerers are tricky Ma'am" I felt my eyes spasm violently showing me thousands of images foul and fair, and I couldn't get them back under control.

"No, as I said he could be our leverage out of here, Cydon stop ignoring me and speak!" My mind went blank, expanding to focus on a pinprick.

"It's melting on its own Ma'am, but we can't speed it up ourselves, but it should fall apart within ten minutes, letting us leave... and letting things come in". Creatures danced on the edge of my vision, begging to be let in, to rest their weary claws.

"Well we at least won't be tra-" the creatures spun, shaking up and left and right and right and down and left and back and forward "What was that!"

"Come out, little elves, you cannot escape". the creatures wavered, disappearing into a sea of lightless stars spinning around nothing. "Just come out, and I promise, I won't draw it out".

"We have your pet Quel'dorei Beast! If you don't let us go, we'll kill him!" The stars stop, flashing a blue-red before disappearing one by one.

"Pet Quel'Dorei?" the stars shattered, screaming.

"GET BACK BEAST!" They fell and fell and fell sobbing.

"Oh, but I'm curious, where's my pet? Is it this one?' A child's scream threaded the stars together, pulling them into one whole.

"TETHIS KILL HIM, KILL THE HIGHBORN" My eye stopped spasming, and the world snapped back into focus.

I took in the Kal'dorei glaive speeding towords my neck, and the grinning grey face of a Pitlord on the outside of a massive hole in the roof of the building, lifting a small elven child into the air.

I moved to save the child, taking advantage of my magic still within the ice coating the room, forcing it to spike out into the Pitlords arm, freezing the arm solid, then with contemptuous ease shattered the glaive mid-swing, watching as the Elf over-balanced as the weight disappeared from his hands, tripping over into a smooth roll that I didn't bother to watch.

"YOU DARE!" I wrenched the demon's half-frozen claws open, catching the child in a light telekinetic grip, pulling him softly to the ground. "I'll RIP YOU INTO PIECES MORTALS". The demon tore away the roof, revealing his massive winged bulk fully.

"I don't get a moment rest, do I?" I complained, a quick gesture and a pulse of will shielding the elves from the small pieces of raining debris. "Teleport to a small trading town, it's been burnt to the ground, rapidly teleport to save the remaining elves, I get realm-shift shock, wake up from realm-shift shock to a glaive at my neck, and a prissy demon who thinks he's funny". I sneered up at the demon, and activated the second part of my ice spell, and felt the ice spike inwards, ensuring that it was utterly mangled beyond any use


"INSOLENT MORTAL I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD MOUNTED FOR THIS!" His other arm came up above his head, and his wickedly sharp warblade was thrust downwards at me, far faster than its size would suggest.

I smirked, pulling together another two-part pattern, forming a fiery shield that barely withstood his strike, the magic that constructed it almost unraveling underneath nothing but his physical power, but it lasted long enough for the second half of my spell to activate, a hellishly hot blast that melted the Warblade, and the hand carrying the Warblade, the acrid scent of burning demon flesh almost pleasing to my nose. "How will you mount my head, with no arms?" I quipped, smug in my victory

"I'll order it done". That was of course, when the horde of demons poured into the utterly ravaged structure, completely ruining my mood. They tore the walls apart, ripping through the battered structure, quickly surrounding us on all sides. "Where are you quips now, Elf? Have you realised the futility of opposing ME!" My eyes widened as he lifted his left arm, and took in his almost completely healed hand, the very same one that I had melted merely second ago. "I AM A PITLORD MORTAL, I AM IMPLACABLE I AM INESCAP-" I teleported everyone away, dismissing my spatial anchor in the process, and we reappeared hundreds of kilometers away from the town.

"Well, that was a bit of an anti-climax". I fell backwards onto my ass, breathing heavily, and flickered my eyes over the less than a hundred elves that I had managed to save, checking briefly if any were truly injured enough to warrant my attention, thankfully there didn't seem anyone in a critical state.

"Quel-dorei! Where have you taken us". How I managed to miss the angry Kal'Dorei Guard all but charging me with her blade drawn was beyond me, but despite my apparent lack of perceptiveness I reacted long before she could reach me, blasting her away from me with a simple exertion of will.

"GUARD CAPTAIN!" Several Kal'dorei ran to the peculiarly stealthy guard, taking up defensive positions, weapons draw, around her.

"Stay back Quel'dorei, your magic won't be enough against all of us" The particularly miss-informed front man of the guarding... guards. I snorted and shook my head, stretching lightly.


"I'm not interested in fighting you, it would be an awful lot of effort to pull you out of the jowls of the Legion just to kill you, now wouldn't it?" I rolled my eyes, and crafted a quick locator spell, trying to figure out where I had managed to fling us.

"Your games are as inscrutable as your taxes Quel'dorei". I paused, glancing up at the speaker, who still stood ready over the downed guard, his face deadly serious, eyes flinty.

"My... taxes?" My head tilted, my pattern slipping away from me as I puzzled over that peculiar sentence "Like, my own taxes? Or the taxes I place on my people?" I watched him frown, face softening in his confusion.

"Quel'dorei pay taxes?" I couldn't tell which one of us started laughing first, him or I, but soon enough both of us were in hysterics, uncontrollable peals of laughter cutting through the clearing, and the humour quickly spread, the entire group of elves laughing merrily, welcoming the distraction from the destruction they had just witnessed, and narrowly escaped.

Unfortunately the joyful monent was rather rudely interrupted by the giant glowing golden winged woman that slammed into the ground like a meteor from heaven.

A/N Ahh Ara-Hinam, utterly ruined birthplace of Shandris Feathermoon, significant only for that one singular fact.

Anyway, I'm not too sure of this chapter, I liked the ending, and there was one part in the middle that I was fond of, but I feel like the beginning was rushed, and I wanted to do more with the Pitlord, but eeeeh showing the regen and the physical force capable of almost tearing through a spell designed to take physical force was the majority of my goal.

Anyway, same as I always say, tell me where I went wrong, and correct any of the numerous mistakes.
 
Stormheim
Stormheim



Helya was not the kind of person that I had expected, based off the stories and rumors I had heard about the Vrykul. She was giant, and her muscles bulged with the slightest flex, but her voice was refined, if rather deep, and her words at least somewhat respectful, and of course there was the matter of being Gold, winged, and almost twice the size of even the most outlandish boasts about their height.

Then, there was the magic that twisted underneath her skin, powerful and tightly restrained, the depths of which I dreaded trying to guess.

Thus, it was with deeply relieving that despite her explosive entrance, she seemed content with just turning us away peacefully, making no motion to expel us violently despite the increasingly desperate attempts at persuasion by the female Guard Captain.

"- You don't understand, there isn't anywhere to return to, sending us back will kill us there just as surely as if you did it here!". the Guard Captain gestured angrily, and the guards behind her tensed slightly, the air becoming strained.

"No non-participant may enter Stormheim during this sacred time, Kal'dorei, if you wished for shelter you should have sought it weeks ago". Helya stared down at the Kal'dorei impassively as the tension in the air reach a tipping point, the guard's hands coming to rest on their various weapons, in a clear cry for me to intervene before Helya decided to vaporize them.

"Ah, lady Helya, you said non-participants aren't allowed across, is not that correct?" Helya turned away from the Guards, and smiled slightly at me.

"Participants in this sacred month are welcome, and of course, those who have come to support them". She continued smiling at me, and I felt an impending sense of danger, something about that smile, about her words unsettled me, but the path forward was clear enough in my mind, both for the safety of the Kal'dorei with me, and to secure the Vyrkul's support against the Burning legion.

"Then I'm a participant, Lady Helya, and you must grant me and mine passage way, no?" the ill-feeling intensified as the Vrykul's grin grew almost predatory, her eyes flashing with an emotion that I hesitated to name.

"Then I'll escort you to Valdisdall, where we'll give your supporters their housing, and send you on your first trial, Quel'dorei". She flapped her wings once, the powerful appendages sending winds buffeting everything around her, and rose in the air. "Walk swiftly, it wouldn't do for an Aspirant to die due to a propensity towards being ponderous now would it?"

I turned away from her, towards the Guard Captain, meeting her suspicious white eyes. "Gather the wounded swiftly, I have no desire to be left alone to wander into a less hospitable inhabitant of this land".

She glared at me for a moment longer, before turning away and barking out orders, inciting a flurry of motion, as they put the most grievously injured Kal'dorei into makeshift stretchers, a few of the Kal'dorei using small uncomplicated spells to hold the stretchers together when they struggled to find the material to create them.



It didn't take long for them to be ready, and we took off after Helya, who lead us west, towards where ever Valdisdall was.

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"What have you brought us into, Quel'dorei". We had been moving for almost an hour when the Guard captain confronted me, and I had already resorted to levitating the wounded on the stretchers, and the children myself in order to keep up with the pace that Helya had set.

I glanced over to her curiously, she had stormed up to me almost ten minutes ago, and had been up until now content with glaring at me silently.

"What did you agree to, Quel'dorei, I won't let your kind drag us unknowingly into danger, we deserve to know". She bit out, her glare getting harsher.

I hummed, and looked up at Helya, tilting my head slightly, as I moved to avoid a tree without looking "That's a good question, and to answer you honestly, I'd have to say, I have no idea". I answered candidly.

"What!" She exclaimed furiously, and when I glanced back down at her, I saw her face a mask of fury. "You drag children through Vrykul territory to participate in something you don't even know about?" She gestures sharply at the children floating lazily in the air behind us, many fast asleep.

"What would you have preferred me do, leave the children to the foul depredations of the Demons? Because let me assure you Guard Captain, we wouldn't be able to fight through the Legions of demons that surround this land". I met her gaze evenly "Unless you wanted to perhaps fight through Helya?"

"We could of!" She burst out quickly, her hand coming to rest on her weapon "Between my men, and your" she grits her teeth, and forced the next words out "Quel'dorei magic" the words sounded like they were foul on her tongue "there is no reason why we have to go along with anything she tried to force us to do!"

I couldn't help but laugh, the depths of Helya's power was far beyond what I could deal with, and there was nothing adding a few magicless Kal'dorei backwater guards would be able to do that would even the playing field. I said as much, leaving out the backwater part, and watched confusion flash across her face.



"You're saying that this Vyr'kul is... Stronger than a Quel'dorei?" The idea seemingly baffled her, which in turn confused me, she seemed awfully confident in the Quel'dorei considering how vitriolic she was towards them.

"Some might be able to rival her, but, as much as it pains me to admit it, she would beat me in a fight, hands down". She fell silent, and I caught a look of intense contemplation on her face before she fell back to her Cadre of guards, leaving my line of sight.

I mulled over the conversation briefly, the dissonance between her attitude to the Quel'dorei and her belief in them vexing me, before I dismissed it from my mind, I had more important things to worry about.

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It was sunset when we reached the open gates of a large town that I could only assume to be Valdisdall, and the Kal'dorei around me breathed a sigh of relief, Stormheim's terrain was uneven and treacherous, with thick vegetation that made movement tiresome for those without the ability to sustain themselves with magic.



I saw Helya talking with another Vrykul, who was more in line with what I understood to be a Vrykul, before she dismissed him as we approached.

"Aspirant, your cohort will be given shelter with in Valdisdall, while you begin your first Trial." I paused, studying her carefully, but her golden masked face gave nothing away.

I licked my teeth, and began carefully. "they'll be looked after, right? While I finish the trial?" I watched her carefully, but she remained inscrutable as she stared down at me.

"They'll not be harmed I swear that to you, and as for being looked after, well that depends on how well you do in your Trials". Her smile was once more predatory, and I felt a shiver run down my back. "But enough about them, you must begin your Trials immediately, the other aspirants are weeks ahead of you". She gestures at two Vrykul and I watch them move past me towards the Kal'dorei.

"Well wher-" I began as I turned my attention back to Helya, unable to react as her hand snapped forward, and grabbed my shoulder in an iron-grip. " Wha-" I tried to blink backwards, but I felt her magic lash out and force me to stay where I was.


With a single beat of her powerful wings we were airborne, and another, along with a twist of her magic, caused our surroundings to blur into an unidentifiable kaleidoscope of colors, and when the dazzling barrage of colors ceased, I was standing on a hill overlooking hundreds of Vrykul locked in fierce individual combat, surrounded on all sides by mountains of weeks old desiccated corpses of other Vrykul.

"You must reach the Vault, and claim Yotnar's blessing, this is the first Trial Aspirant, the Trial of Might". My eyes snapped up to Helya floating above me, staring down at me impassively, before she disappeared in a flash of light.

I looked back down at the carpet of dueling Vrykul, focusing on how they brutally cut down their opponents, before swiftly moving on to attack another Vrykul in an endless orgy of violence.

I sighed, and formed an icy sword in my left hand, before blinking down into the chaotic melee, and began adding tallies to my own butchers bill.

A/n

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The Might of Yotnar
The Might of Yotnar



I was painted with blood, and coated in ash, the Vry'kul before me nothing but cadavers and kindling when presented with the overwhelming might of my magic.

The first fight was.. insulting to tell the truth, only the very youngest of the Vry'kul bothering to fight me, the others apparently dismissing me as a threat.



That changed soon enough.



It was child's play to step under the lazy blow of my first challenger, bisecting him with my impossibly sharp blade.

It was even easier to rip his blood out of his lifeless corpse, freezing them into a wall of sharp icicles, and sending an irresistible challenge to all Vry'kul in the vicinity with the sharpened blood of their brother.

I grinned as they abandoned their duels, charging at me recklessly, and consequence charging straight into the wave of fire that burst out of me, all but the hardiest burning to ash.

The fighting after that became blurred and indistinct, all but the oldest and most experienced Vry'kul incapable of offering a true threat, and even they were incapable of actually fighting me properly in the storm of fire and ash that I had surrounded myself in, falling quickly to my icy blade.



Then, as the flow of Vry'kul deciding challenge me slowed to a halt I was punted out of my Ash cloud by a gigantic stone foot, flying several metres through the air, before crashing down into the hard ground painfully.

"Ah a new challenger!" the voice was deep and grating to my ears, more akin to two rocks grinding together than a normal voice. "I'd feared that this late into the Trials that I would be stuck watching weaklings cut down one another in a futile attempt to gain my attention!"

I rolled over onto my front and pushed myself up, clutching at my stomach. it took a moment for my eyes to focus properly, but as I shook my head to clear the blur away, I took in the massive form of what had kicked me.

It was a massive stone creature that rivaled even Helya in height, heavily built, and with a face that was akin to a Vrykul, though slightly less angular than the sharp features of the average Vrykul, and was noticeably male. It carried no weapons but, I reflected as I felt my abdominals throb with pain, that was clearly not an issue for it.

"I AM YOTNAR" Yotnar somehow managed to grow louder "KEEPER OF THE VAULT OF AGGRAMAR, AND THE WATCHER OF THE TRIAL OF MIGHT, DEFEAT ME, AND YOU'll HAVE SUCCEDED IN YOUR FIRST TRIAL". He burst forward in an explosive motion, moving with a speed that should be impossible for anything as huge as him, much less a creature also made of stone.



I blinked backwards, hastily constructing a pattern for an ice shield, barely putting it up in time before he was upon me, smashing through my shield as if it wasn't even there. But the shield slowed him just enough for me to duck under his fist, reforming my shattered shield into several icy spikes, that I stabbed down at Yotnar with, even as I rose up and slashed at his stone chest with my sword and blinked away, barely avoiding getting crushed by his hands as he brought them down in a brutal hammerfist.



"SILIPERY LITTLE ELF AREN'T YOU?". I felt a hand wrap around my head as I rematerialised, and I felt my eyes widen in shock, the time between blinking away, and rematerialsing was almost instant, how could he have possibly moved fast enough to reach me before that happened, much less guessing where I would rematerialise. The thoughts were driven from my mind as he bodily lifted me by my head, casually tossing me into a rock some distance away. "You almost managed to scratch me, with that paltry sword". I coughed into my fist, and my hand came away wet, I couldn't let him keep beating me around like this.



I pushed myself to my feet, taking the opportunity to mark several rocks under my hand with a locator rune, if he was too fast for me to get away with through blinking, then perhaps short ranged teleports would serve me better.

I through myself into a series of blinks, dropping the locator runes with each blink, barely avoiding Yotnar catching me with each blink.



Then when I had run out of Runes, I stopped blinking, instead tossing myself into a teleport reappearing where I had originally begun my blink chain, almost fifty metres away from where Yotnar was looking confused at my previous location.

I condensed the moisture in the air around me, freezing it into eight solid ice spikes almost as large as a small Vrykul, which granted, were tiny compared to Yotnar. I flung the eight spikes at Yotnar, and scowled as they seemingly bounced straight off his stone skin.

I shifted my foot, smashing apart the stone underneath our feet sending massive boulders up into the sky, as he charged at me once more, but the shattered ground was no obstacle to his massive bulk, and he smashed straight through the uneven ground.



I blinked sideways, before teleporting again to another locator rune, and I watched Yotnar pulverize a falling boulder where I had just blinked to.



I caught the still airborne boulders in a telekinetic grip, pulling them towards Yotnar and burying him underneath a mountain of stone and dirt.



My hands shook as I began the second part of my spell, superheating the rocks burying Yotnar until they turned into Molten Lava, keeping the molten rock tightly constrained as I continued to melt the rock closer and closer to where I had buried Yotnar.
Weak Weak Weak, even now you struggle against the simplest of enemies, give up, give in, nothing can stand before you as the herald of my might
I straightened up, brushing the dust off my cloths even as my knees buckled from the mere strain of holding myself up right, the fight was surprisingly short, but it was one of the most intense fights I'd ever been in, certainly the highest speed one.


"WELL DONE!". I desperately tried to fling myself backwards into a blink, but I felt the same power that Helya used when she dragged me here prevent me once more. I looked up at Yotnar's massive form, taking in his slightly melted features. "It's been decades since I've been damaged this badly in the Trial of Might, Well done Elf".


"You are supposed to await the challengers in the Vault, Yotnar". I flinched as I heard Helya's voice from above me, and when I looked up, I saw a blurry vision of her impassive mask staring down at me.

"Bah, the elf would have ruined all my hard work keeping the Vault in good order, much better that I fight him out here". Yotnar waved his hand dismissively, and I think I saw Helya roll her eyes.


"You say that about every challenger Yotnar" I blankly watched Helya descend to the ground. "give the Aspirant his blessing, I'll take him to the Trial of Will in the morning".


"Bah, no appreciation for a good after duel conversation". He waved his hand and I felt a heady feeling of power settle into my body, much akin to the power that had restrained me from blinking away. "There you go, elf, the blessing of the Watchers will be with you now".



I breathed out harshly, and nodded slowly, a thick mystifying cloud settled over my thoughts. "Thank you, I suppose". Was all I could manage before I lost the fight to stay conscious.


A/N: alliance getting free ilvl 400 gear is bullshit, and I demand recompense.
 
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The calm before the Storm (dragon)
The Calm Before the Storm (Dragon)

Once upon a time, almost two centuries ago I had a cousin who had been cursed by his mentor to fall asleep randomly, as part of a several year long lesson in the necessity in always keeping your protections active, as you can never truly know when you might be put in a dangerous position. I like any immature child barely into his forties considered this the height of humour, and his clear annoyance at waking up to me laughing at him as he came too after collapsing face first into what ever object was in front of me only heightened my amusement. However over the course of my short journey away from Zin-Ashari I had come to sympathise with my cousins troubles, after all, I had collapsed many times since leaving Zin-Ashari, some due to mighty battles leaving me exhausted, and some being because Cyanigosa was incapable of acting like a civilized creature and often randomly blasted me with magic with effects ranging from sending me unconscious to forcing me to stay awake for days at a time, and each of those times were disconcerting in their own ways forcing me to take new measures each time to mitigate such thing happening in the future.



However, none of those times were as disconcerting as waking up with Helya staring down at me, her impassive gold face mask glinting in the fire light, and the small part of her marble like skin visible being just as inscrutable.



"Few people manage to entice Yotnar into leaving his vault, fewer still manage to actually hurt the fool". Her hereto placid face twitched sharply into an amused smirk "much less a Spellcaster, he must be losing his touch if he can't even manage to fulfil his basic role anymore" The smirk disappeared just as quickly as it appeared, her face once more two masks.



I pushed myself to my feet, and back away from her, treading carefully around the fire I had been placed next to, before coming to a stop at a distance at which I didn't have to break my neck craning it upwards to look into Helya's Facemask, which come to think of it, I didn't even know if there was eyes behind them perhaps my attempts at politeness were entirely wasted?



"Considering much of the fight was me being punted across the valley, and most of my attempts at fighting back being brushed aside with casual a startlingly casual contempt, I'd say he's fulfilling what ever role he has far too well". My throat felt dry, and I conjured a flask of water with a flick of my hand, drinking deeply as I carefully watched Helya.
]I said you were weak didn't I? without my gift that's all you'll ever be, a weak child flailing at the true masters of this world
"Yes, but you were not the caliber of Spellcasters he was designed to fight against, and if you can put a scratch on him" Helya let the words hang in the air, and I felt my jaw clenched as I realized how backhanded the compliment was, less a commendation of me and more a condemnation of Yotnar.

She's right, you couldn't save them could you? You couldn't stop any of it, you're weak, weak without me

"I'll keep that in mind" my eye's flicked up to the sky behind Helya, trying to gauge the time by the position of the moon, before flicking down to a nearby tree to the left of us, taking note of the side that the moss was on.


"The next Trial is the Trial of Wills, presided over by the Thorignir, judging by the scent that still lingers on you, this will either be interesting, or very amusing". She tilted her head right, the flickering fire and the moonlight contributing to an ominous shadow being cast across her face. "I'm not certain which one I'd prefer". I swallowed as my legs tensed up, and I was suddenly forced to confront once more that Helya was far more dangerous than me. "Thorim's peak is south of us" I glanced left, and sure enough now that I was made aware of it I could make out a massive misty mountain in the distance between the mossy trees, but before I could glance back there was a flash of light that blinded my sensitive eyes physically hurting me for several moments. When I had finally blinked the black spots out of my eyes, Helya was no where to be seen.


I looked back at Thorim's peak, and began walking, if the last trial was anything to judge by, I needed to conserve my energy.





I was born and raised in Zin-Ashari, and though my family presided over fiefdoms further out in the Kal'dorei empire we generally left them to be locally administrated while my family played the Game for the Queen's favour. But I digress, the important part of the story wasn't my families dereliction of its governing duty, and more about the fact that it was rare that I left the comfort of cities, and the few times I had was generally with a convoy, or more recently, while running as fast as I could while being attacked every other hour by Fel-constructs with nothing but desecration and ruin on their minds. The opportunity to actually walk through a forest was therefore a fairly novel one, and I found that it was one that was enjoyable, the calm faux-stillness of the forest would perhaps unnerve someone less observant but with a keen eye I could see small animals darting about the underbrush, and through the trees even in the dim-light of early morning. Perhaps the best part of walking through the forest was that it provided me with time that was unequivocal mine, no Dragonwhelp's showing up randomly with twisted spells, no Dragon Wyrm's to train me in equally twisted ways, No demigod's setting a demanding pace, or demons to fight, just myself and my thoughts, and granted the odd dozen critters darting about, but counting them as serious interruptions to my thoughts would be almost as embarrassing as being as bad as Illidan is at magic. I felt my lips curl into a small smile, I would need to go for more relaxing forest walks more often.



But unfortunately as much as I wished to continue observing small animals in their natural habitats until I inevitably grew bored, two things prevented that, one being there was a massive Azeroth spanning war going on, which having an army of Vry'kul would greatly benefit my side in. Speaking of large groups of freakishly large people, the second reason was the bakers dozen heavily armoured Vry'kul stomping towards me ruining the forests ambience.



"You have a lot of nerve, tiny one" the largest and most heavily armoured one said, coming to a halt a few steps away from me "to think Lady Helya would let a creature like you participate in the Sacred Trials". He pulled a sword almost twice my size off his back, and held it ready in front of him "turn around now, and I won't fix that mistake for her".



"Do you think you could stop me?" I waved my hand, and smirked as some of them flinched, evidently they had heard of what I could do "any o-" the leader burst forward unexpectedly, slower than Yotnar, but still far faster than what I expected any creature that size could possibly move. But at this point what my expectations were and what my ability to deal with were far different, and I slipped underneath his swing easily, imposing my will on reality through patterns once more, blasting the Vry'kul with a firebolt that was more force than heat that ble-… my jaw clenched and I felt a jolt of rage flash through me as the firebolt dispersed harmlessly across the full-plate of his Chest.

You see it too don't you? They mock your might at every turn


The Vry'kul grinned "You'll never get through th-" I crushed his skull from the inside, reaching past the primitive protections inlaid on the Armour, layering enchantments only on the Armour instead of having the Armour act as an anchor point for the enchantment was the sign of either an idiot, or a novice, and anyone with half a brain could exploit that weakness.

They taunt you, with how little they think of you and how little you can change it

I turn towards the other twelve Vry'kul, eye's flashing with arcane power, and felt a flash of gratification as they all flinched underneath my gaze. "Look, I was having a rather nice stroll before you came along, and none of you have actually attacked me yet, or even talked to me, so lets keep it like that". I walked forward, past the lifeless corpse of my attacker, and felt another flush of gratification shoot through me as the parted around me stiffly, glaring at me impotently.



Unfortunately, my walk had been irreversible spoiled after that, the placid sounds of the forest that had calmed me merely minutes ago now irritating me, and I picked up my pace towards Thorim's peak, quickly eating ground until I arrived at the base of the misty mountain, staring incredulously at the thick fog obscured the entire mountain, I could barely see a metre in front of me, much less make out any significant features of the mountain

Oh? Whats this? Someone else wants to muscle into MY territory? Haha, come, come, make yourself welcome

I sighed deeply, and stepped forward, my limbs already feeling heavy, stumbling up a steep mountain mostly blind was going to exhausting, and that wasn't even considering what challenges awaited me on the way up the mountain.


"I really do hope that after all this is said and done I'll get a parade or something, maybe a nice statue or two". My words echo back at me as I picked up my pace, the Fog obscured the Sun, so the sooner I exhausted myself, the sooner I could go to sleep.





The sound, I decided was the most eerie thing about this place, the greatly reduced sight was rather disconcerting, large boulders suddenly appearing right in front of me was somewhat funny the first few times, but as it happened over and over, and in the one case wasn't actually a rock but instead a terrifying creature that seemed to a cross between a cat, a bear, and stone for some well-forsaken reason, it started to become a frustrating reminder of my blindness, and especially after the Stone Catbear, a frightening demonstration of just how helpless I was.



But the sound was a awful feedback loop of being utterly incapable of hearing anything but myself, the blood rushing through my veins, the air filling up my lungs, my tendons and muscles flexing and contracting as I walked ever forward, even the sound of my eyelids was tortuous the wet sound of them sliding over my eyelids to meet each other in a fleshy clap almost shiver inducing.



But the worst was my heart, because it kept beating faster and faster, until it was almost one continuous metronome drilling deeper into me, forcing all my other thoughts away until I could do nothing but focus on it, until everything happened in rhythm with my heart, my feet landed when my heart expanded, and they pushed off the ground as it contracted, even when it forced me into a run, and my breath followed suit, short sharp breaths left me dizzy and, ironically, breathless forcing my heart to beat ever fast exacerbating the issue to even worse heights.



This torturous sensory feedback loop continued in an ever degenerating cycle clawing at my mind more and more and more and more and more and more. Then at the point where I was sure I couldn't go on, I trip and fall, a sudden cacophony of noise that was -other- that wasn't me that wasn't my tyrant heart. The crunch of soil underneath my feet, the sharp sound of a harsh wind, and the crunching of a large Vry'kul skeleton as I fell bodily on top of it.



The mist wasn't as thick here, in fact, there was no mist at all in a ten metre radius, centred around a merrily crackling fireplace surrounded by thin Vry'kul bodies, both recently dead and long dead. I stumbled over to the fire, only now feeling a bone-deep chill.

Haha, oh how the mightiest of creations fall, something as simple as this breaks them?
I sat down, carefully observing the Vry'kul corpse across from me. Taking in his mostly rotten body, the tightly stretched patches of skin that clung close to the bone, and dropped haphazardly next to him was a massive rune-etched sword on a bed of discarded rotting scraps.


I felt myself shiver as the heat of the fire chased away the bone-deep chill, and conjuring a nice pie to eat. But as I crunched down on the meal I felt my body lock up in revulsion, gagging and forcing the incomprehensibly disgusting food out of my mouth. I spat out on the ground several times, burning away the food with a irritated huff.


I sighed, leaning back and taking in the nearly second floor of half chewed rotting scraps. "So that's how it is then? I suppose this is one way to test someones will". with a flick of my wrist I cleared out part of the floor in front of me, softening it and warming it, before laying down, continuing to scale the mountain on both an empty stomach and a tired mind would be foolish, especially since I didn't know when the next fire would be, and even if there would be another fire.



I let my eyes slip close, and quickly drifted away under the fires warm touch.

A/N so between work, and the fact that every time I try and write this I somehow end up putting the character in a situation where he dies, this has taken a while, sorry about that.
 
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