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Old 02-28-2007, 08:50 AM
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EDIT MUCH LATER: This work of fanfiction is in the process of being partly rewritten. The updated version can be found HERE. I suggest you read it instead of the primitive version here.

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First of all, here is the Intro I posted ages ago at General Discussion:
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Redstone Isle, Introduction

It was a stormy and gloomy night at Ratchet, the goblins were nonetheless doing their work and a small group of adventurers passing the town or staying for the night had to avoid losing their money to the inhabitants.

At the inn, a small group of people, all of who could be classified as adventurers of some kind, had collected around a large table. On one side of the table sat the one who had undoubtably collected the others together, one could see it from the way the others didn't seem to know anyone else from the table than that old orc.

The orc had an unshaven face that showed experience and skill, he had a few scars around it as well to show the times those abilities had failed him. He was wearing a toughened armour made of Devilsaur Leather, the scarf that normally covered his lower face was on the table. A pair of swords hung from the orc's belt and a hunting bow lay on the ground, forgotten there in its misery.

Opposite to the orc, a tauren, glad in plate and carrying a large axe, sat, looking at the pint of beer on the table. Her armor was dusty but completely undamaged and shined with multiple enchants that someone had put in it.

Next to the tauren sat an elderly dwarf in a green mail armor and carrying a blunderbuss. He the most interested in his surroundings of all the people in the table, and peeked the other adventurers trough his green-lensed goggles.

Opposite to the dwarf was a jungle troll in assasin-gear and carrying two sharp knifes, seeming very interested in the gold coins the dwarf had used to buy a bed from the inn. He had a ragged green hair and symbols painted to his face, which was also normally covered by a scarf.

Left from the orc was a night elf in a simple leather robe and carrying an unornated staff. He had long blue hair and a green beard that looked as if they had not been washed for days.

The sixth and seventh chairs in the table were empty even though the orc had especially asked for seven chairs from the goblins.

"Shall we begin?" The orc said suddenly, "As you all know, we are here for an adventure that I have been able to coin together, and that has this far involved none of you. Before I'll begin the mission briefing, I'll make one thing sure, if you are going to bring Horde-Alliance tensions onboard to this mission, you are not coming in. This is totally aside from the factions you might possibly represent, and when you accept it, you are not parts of that faction for as long as you are still working for me."

Everybody in the table seemed to be aware of this and the orc continued: "I am Kerrah Bonechewer, as you all know, but unfortunately none of you has ever met each other. I have bumped into each of you in my adventures, and invited you here, knowing that you are people I can trust. I believe that if we want to accomplish even some kind of team spirit, we have to introduce ourselves here and now."

For a moment, everybody seemed to wait for somebody to step up and begin the introductions, but then suddenly the door of the tavern opened and a goblin stepped in. He was wearing a red armor suit that had many signs of damage in it and had a eye patch over his left eye. He yelled: "Kerrah, the ship will be okay for take-off in the morning and all the supplies we need are loaded." The orc invited the goblin to the table, showing him the goblin-sized chair in the end of the table and getting the reply he wanted: "Okay then, I want to know where we are going too."

"This is captain Krixxiz, I met him during The Second War, he deserted the Horde, not wanting to blow himself up, and I gave him enough money to escape." Kerrah told the others. "He bought a ship later on and is nowdays used to transporting adventurers across the seas for a fee." The Goblin smiled at the other people who sat at the table and said: "You can pay extra to get a more comfty room, just come ask from me later on if you are interested."

For a moment the table was silent again, then the night elf asked: "Might I ask who the seventh person we are expecting is?" Kerrah answered: "A representive from MY bosses, they are pretty precise people and would not let me do my stuff unless they have a pair of eyes and ears following me. She (the representive, that is), is normally very accurate about everything, so we can expect her to be here before tomorrow."

Again, the table was quiet for a moment, but finally the Troll broke the silence and started talking: "Tas'Nal is the name and sublety is the game. I met Kerrah a few years back in Ashenvale forest while doing a commission for The Silverwings. That's about it." Suddenly the Night Elf said: "Wait a minute, the Silverwings wouldn't let a troll work for them." The troll simply smiled at the proud kalodrei and asked: "Are you that sure?"

The Dwarf, sencing that the two needed something to distract them, started talking: "Hugo Glacierbrew, adventurer extraordinairee, rifleman of Ironforge and a member of the Guild of Adventurers of Kharanos. First met Kerrah years ago when he tried to sneak past Khaz Modan into Lordaeron. I spared his life and years later he paid back by helping me out when the officials at Ironforge had mistaken me to be realted to something.... awkward."

The Tauren told: "My name is Nara Spikehoof, I'm a brave in Thunderbluff. I was sent to Silithus to combat the creatures in there. I met Kerrah in the front, he was collecting some parts of the silithids for the apotecharies at Lordaeron." Tas'Nal nodded and asked: "Does the alliance general there still pay well for sabotaging Horde supply lines?"

The Night Elf seemed to be on the edge of a nervous collapsion so Kerrah quickly changed subject: "Ahem... I think I could start the mission briefing now." Everybody turned their attention to the orc, the Troll took his hand off from the handle of his knife.

"Has anyone ever heard of Redrock Island?" Kerrah asked. Everybody seemed to shake their heads, even the Goblin Captain. "It was the westernmost piece of land in Human control before Theramore was founded, it's located west from Gilneas. It was inhabited by the crew of a Tirasian ship years before the great wars. The captain of the ship and his children became the Barons of the island and they kept close relations with the continental nations and Kul Tiras.

The Island was named after the red kind of stone that seemed to be located all around it, the first baron soon found out the rock was incredibly magical and seemed to be useful in Alchemy as well. Dalaran soon became good friends with the inhabitants of the island, trade relations were enstablished and tons of Redstone was transported to Dalaran each year.

What changed this all was the Second Great War. Dalaran needed all suplies and gold for the war and didn't have time to look over its favourite island. The last Dalaranian ship between Redrock and Lordaeron took each capable man from the island to make war against the orcs. Few of them returned after the war but Dalaran didn't seem to be interested with the island anymore.

For years the inhabitants of the isle were alone, seperated from the rest of the world, where another great war took place and Dalaran was wrecked. That isolation lasted until last year, when I found a Redstonean fishing boat with the remains of a family of fishers on the coast of Silverpine Forest.

The fishers had been sent to Lordaeron to deliver a message, but had died on the way, propably drowned in a storm. The message was still in reading condition, and I realised after reading it that it was something that could be worth a lot if used correctly." Kerrah took a sip of water and opened his backbag to show everybody the note he had taken out of the wrecked ship. Nara Spikehoof took it and read aloud:

"If there is any grace in the Nation of Dalaran, like there was so many years ago, please help us. The mines are full of them, they come from our new mining tunnel like the Orcs came from The Great Portal. Our resistance is hindering, half of our soldiers are already dead. Soon they will spread all around Redstone and kill us all. Every second counts, please send reinforcements as soon as possible. Do not let the Demons take our beautiful island.
Gustalf Oakmast,
The Baron of Redstone Island"

"I took the note to Dalaran and met an agent of the Kirin Tor." Kerrah continued "She agreed it was something interesting and showed it to a few of the surviving magocrats. They decided something needed to be done, but did not want to gather a strikeforce themselves. Maybe they chose me to collect a number of heroes half hoping I would consider it a reward for the task I had done." Everybody seemed a little off balance, Kerrah waited until they had digested what he had said and then continued: "We have three objectives, to find the source of these demons and put and end to it if possible, get the family hairloom of the baron family, a powerful magic ring and finally to bring them as much Redstone as possible."

Everybody was quiet for a moment again, then the Night Elf, who had still not introduced himself, continued: "So, the seventh person is a reprensitive of The Kirin Tor?" Kerrah nodded, the nigth elf continued: "I thought they did not want to have anything to do with this mission expect getting our report after we are finished."

Kerrah answered: "They did not have enough resources, time or agents to send a full team, but the very agent I brought the letter to volunteered and is coming with us to see we do everything as intended and to work as a specialist on the Island, she was born there but moved inland after the Second War ended."

Again there was a silence. Nobody said anything until the Night Elf finally seemed to have decided to join the crew and therefore created the link between himself and the others by introducing himself. "My name is Lostrar Highsky, I am a member of the Cenarian Circle and was taught druidism by Cenarius himself. For the last year I have worked as a travelling agent, who wanders around the known world, seeking places where things that might interest our organisation are happening. I met Kerrah only a month ago, we were about to kill each other when he was attacking the night elf fort at the top of Stonetalon Mountains, when a demon, escaping from Felwood, attacked the post and together we slew the monster. I let him go, but before going he told me that he needed people like me for a secret anti-demon operation and told me to travel here in a month."

Suddenly a female undead human in a red travel cloak sat in their table. Mr. Glacierbrew said: "Sorry, miss, but I think you picked the wrong table." Kerrah responded in the stead of the silent lady: "No, she did not, she is the agent of Kirin Tor I mentioned."

The effect was instant, the only one who did not seem to care was Tas'Nal, who instead focused on the purse of the goblin lady in the next table while everyone else spent their time asking questions about the existance of an undead Kirin Tor agent. Kerrah interrupted everyone (and almost got Tas'Nal caught) by saying: "Everyone, close your traps. This is Eliza Ashbank and let's just say she has some connections from the time before her death. You have plenty of time to talk tomorrow, when we embark to cross The Great Sea. I don't know about you, but I'm off to sleep now, I've had a long day."

And true to his word, as always, he left the table for his room.


Around the same time, on a totally diffrent side of Azeroth....

"The Commodore is dead, captain."

Captain Hamunar raised his head and watched the Elf who had delivered the news, it not was his job to deliver information to his colleques. He inhaled and said: "I can sence there is something more you want to tell me, and perhaps propose something." The Elf was not surprised, the times when he was surprised by Hamunar's sences were over.

"It is confirmed, only two ships have survived the battle, the other one is already sailing to the nearest harbour to deliver the news of our victory to The High Command." Hamunar did not open his mouth, the elf still had more to say. "Our unit is almost entirely intact, the enemy never saw us coming, just as you expected."

Hamunar was now getting inpatient, he raised up, his hooves stomping on the floor of the captains cabin. "High Mystic Shadowleaf, I have heard this all from your subordinates, speak your mind, I am busy trying to predict the enemy's next attack." The Elf rolled his eyes quite visibly and spoke: "The Scourge knows we are weakened, they will just send multiple ships and sink us, we are no good for Lordaeron on the bottom of the Ocean."

"That is quite a bold suggestion." Hamunar said. "Run away from the enemy, even though you just said our unit is almost intact? This is the first time ever I sence the coward in you." The Rune above Hamunar's forehead glowed bright. The Elf seemed frightened of the Draenei for the first time during their time in the same unit.

"What I was thinking about was..." He began. Suddenly the door opened and a paladin ran into the room, instantly saying: "Captain, gargoyles incoming from the north!" Hamunar sat down, much calmer than before the message had been given. "Liutenant Sliverberg, tell the crew to sail south and ready the cannons. You two, leave us as well."

The two guards in the room left with the liutenant, the Captain and the Mystic were left on their own. The Draenei asked: "What is your exact suggestion, Andulias? You always plan a step ahead." The Elf seemed bothered with telling his plans, but finally said: "There is an isle far away, so far that there isn't a chance we can find any trace of The Scourge there. I have seen it in my dreams, calling to me like a beacon. I know enough of dreams like this to know that there is something inside that island, something evil. We are not to underestimate it, for that something is, as far as I can tell, demons."

The Draenei seemed disgusted with the idea of deserting their place, but nodded for Shadowleaf to continue. "I have studied it from the books I have with me, it is Redrock Isle. It's barons were powerful Wizards and I even found sources saying The Kirin Tor hid their magical artefacts on the isle before Dalaran was destroyed during The Third War. If we could find even some of the secrets of the isle, it could help us greatly in our fight against the Scourge here."

Captain Hamunar stood up and asked: "Give me a single good reason not to execute you right now for the crime of high treason." The Elf blinked twice and said: "If we return home, escaping from the Scourge Navy, we will be demoted or killed all the same. If we stay, they will kill us and turn us into their own troops. Redrock isle is the only place where we can serve our cause without causing harm to ourselves!"

For the great surprise of the Elf, Hamunar told him: "I know that, we are sailing to this mystery isle of yours when we have got rid of the gargoyles. And whatever the darkness on the isle be, it will be vanquished in front of the power of The Scarlet Crusade."

Darkleaf smiled and said: "I thank you for your wiseness, captain. May you walk with the light."
Then, here is the first chapter of the story itself:
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Redrock Isle, Chapter one
The Landing and the Two Paladins


The group had already been sailing for what had seemed like ages. The Captain had told everyone that crossing The Great Sea was no picnic, but it still seemed like a big pain for everyone to be locked in a not-so-big ship for such a long time after being promised adventure in Rathcet.

To pass time, everybody had got to know the others, and already an amount of friendships and hate relationships had been formed. The most obivious of the latter was the constant slashing out and insulting between Lostrar Highsky and Tas'Nal the troll. The night elf was in a more direct line, firing snappy comments and general insults in a constant pace, while the troll kept a more controlled tactic, using sarcasm and irony to wound the elves ego.

The one most badly effected by being locked inside a ship was clearly Nara Spikehoof, who was visibly moodier and less cheerful now. She spent most of her time gazing at the distant horizon or telling whoever was willing to listen about what a great place Mulgore was.

Miss Ashbank, the supiciously undead Dalaran Agent, was much more willing to share her story than anyone had quessed. Before long, everyone on the ship knew the story how she had been a one-time member of the Kirin Tor, but had been killed and reanimated by the scourge. Soon she had regained her will and trecked back to Dalaran. When the city began rebuilding, she contacted her former friends in the leading positions of the survivors, and was able to secure the position of an agent. She had spied The Forsaken several times in Lordaeron and assasinated an Orc Liutenant near Hammerfall.

Nearly everyone had lost count of days when captain Krixxiz finally announced: "Good news everyone, the word just came down from the crow's nest that the island can be seen in the horizon. Get ready for landing. As I might have reminded you, the ship will retreat offshore until you complete your quests, Kerrah will call us back with a flash gun wen you are ready to depart on your home trip."

Soon all the adventurers were waiting on the board of the ship, watching the piece of land they were headed towards with incrasing longing. Kerrah said: "Our first objective is to secure a building we can use as a headquarters while searching the rest of the island. Upon landing in the dock, we'll clear it from any demon activity in pairs and regroup at the landing site before the ship leaves."

And when they landed, three pairs of adventures (Kerrah/Glacierbrew, Tas'Nal/Spikehoof and Highsky/Ashbank) jumped off the ship and started moving into the small village of hovels surrounding the dock, weapons and magic ready.

Tas'Nal and Nara Spikehoof quickly ran south from the docks, encountering a felguard, that upon sighting them ran away, yelling for reinforcements. The demon was amazingly quick, but was caught by the heroes when Tas'Nal threw one of his daggers, wounding its foot. The beast was quickly slayed by the heroes, who hacked it into bloody shards, only to notice five more running for its help.

Meanwhile Hugo Glacierbrew had spotted some demons in a fishermans shop in north, moving there with his orc companion. The shop held a pair of felhounds, as well as a succubus and a felguard, who seemed to be talking to each other in Demonic, conversing intently about something. Glacierbrew began the heroes' attack at the demons by blasting the succubus in the chest with his boomstick, rendering it utterly dead. Kerrah jumped inside the cabin, slicing the two felhounds dead with his swords and giving his ally enough time to reload his weapon and shoot the Felguard dead.

Lostrar Highsky and Miss Ashbank were running straight west from the docks at the same moment, unable to find any demons. Suddenly they heard battle noices and turned to find the fight, which they thought involved one of the other pairs of adventurers. Instead, upon running into a plaza with a beautiful statue, they saw a bloody battle with two humans fighting against half a dozen demons.

Around the remaining fighters were the remains of a dozen human soldiers, all glad in red, and another dozen of slain demons. Of the remaining humans, one was in the same red uniform as the dead ones, while the other held an immensely worn Paladin Armor. The armor, like his big mace and broad shield, was gold in color and still shined even though it looked like the man had worn it in a thousand battles in a row. He also wore an eyepatch. The other fighter, a paladin as well, had a worn armor as well, but it looked well taken care of. Her sword was set ablaze with righteous fires and her shield had a red flame symbol on white background.

The demons seemed positively sure about their victory, not seeing the newcomers in the edge of the plaza. Miss Ashbank quickly span her hands around, creating a wave of frost that formed a bolt. She threw the bolt at the same time as Druid Highsky turned into a black cat, bouncing at one of the demons, who was about to give the killing blow to the woman in red armor. The frostbolt froze the demon's hand, making it drop its weapon, while the black cat jumped on its body, clawing it dead in mere moments.

The demons snarled when realising the battle had gotten new blood. The gold-armored paladin smiled with relief, but was knocked over by a particularry vicious attack from the Doomguard he was fighting. Highsky, seeing this, jumped through the mass of demons and rended the demon's back open with his claws while Miss Ashbank created a shockwave of frost to keep the three beasts who were trying to attack her still.

The female paladin cut trough her enemy and picked up a red-colored bottle from the ground. She yelled "Fire in the hole!" and threw it at the frozen demons, who were severly burned by the explosion. Meanwhile the doomguard threw the transformed druid off its back only to get its skull smashed in by the paladin, who had just got up. Only the three severly burned demons remained.

Now, when it seemed that victory was ensured, one of the demons used its weapon to cut its own chest open, spilling blood everywhere. The blood began to glow when outside the creatures body, and the druid, who was trying to attack the demons before they tried anything desperate, ran into an invisible force field. The demon lay dead in the ground, having sacrificed its own life to create a safe heaven for its allies.

The heroes gathered around the two seemingly invulnerable demons, who were using dark magic to heal their wounds, using the blood of the dead humans as a reagent. Then, when their bodies were intact again, they put their hands together, closed their eyes and began humming. The situation might have been humorical if not for the nature and consiquenses of the hum. The moment the demons started humming, the air all around the plaza started waving like the air above a torch. The hum was as unholy as a single voice can be, visually cracking the stone statue next to the demons.

The hum came near to its climax, raising into a blood-chilling scream. And then, seven holes appeared in the reality on the edges of the plaza, each one spawning out a fel guard or a wrathguard. At the very same moment, the shield surrounding the two original demons disappeared. Then one of the demons said with clicky and hissing, but understandable common: "You are surrounded, surrender or suffer." The male paladin started laughing loudly and attacked the nearest fel guard, taking it by surprise and killing it with a single light-infused blow from his mace. The other demons attacked the heroes.

The heroes started fighting vigorously against the demons, who still outnumbered their enemies two to one. While everyone else was doing quite well, the red armored paladin was rushed by a wrathguard and knocked uncontious. The demon turned at its senceless foe, preparing to give the killing blow, when suddenly it's outstretched hand was cut of by an axe. "Die, hellspawn!" The tauren wielding it yelled. The demons scremed from surprise as her Troll ally attacked one of them from the shadows.

Only half a minute later only one demon remained, its allies cut in pieces that lay in the ground. The beast noticed its position in the middle of a ring of enemies, and jumped at Miss Ashbank, placing its weapon on her troath. The bargain seemed obivious, the demon wanted to escape using her as a hostage. The demon smiled cunningly just before Hugo Glaciebrew, who had just entered the plaza from behind it, blasted its head into a million pieces.

For a moment everyone was silent, then Lostrar Highsky, who was a night elf once again, revived the uncontious paladin in the ground and asked her: "What does the Scarlet Crusade have to do on this island?" The Paladin seemed confused for a moment, then she said: "Actually, that's a good question. The captain never told us why we are coming here." The troll, always so blunt, asked the other paladin: "Are you a member as well?" The human raised his eyebrows and said: "I do not even know what this crusade is, the first time I ever saw them was today, when they landed here on their ship and drew far too many demons to theirselves. I saw people in danger and jumped to their aid."

"Wait a second" Kerrah interrupted: "When did you get on the island then?" The human spat some blood on the ground and asked: "Why should I tell you, Orc?" Kerrah suddenly gasped and asked: "Are you an original resident?" The human nodded silently. Suddenly Miss Ashbank asked: "What is you name?" "William Sherton." The Paladin answered. Ashbank said: "I remember, you left to the Second War when I was little and returned just before my family moved to Dalaran."

Sherton was just about to say something when a loud explosion could be heard from the direction of the docks. Kerrah muttered: "The ship!" and began running towards the noice. Everyone followed.

Upon arriving the dock they saw the crushing truth. The goblin ship was sinking, being blasted to pieces by the Scarlet Crusade destoryer that had just arrived there. Two figures stood on the deck of the ship, an elf and a draenei, both wearing Scarlet Crusade attire and discussing with each other. The Scarlet Paladin stepped trough the other heroes and yelled: "Captain Hamunar! High Mystic Darkleaf!"

The two turned to the paladin. Hamunar yelled: "Liutenant Sliverberg! Where is the rest of your unit and who are those... people with you?" The Paladin answered instantly: "I think they are adventurers, who are here to fight the demons as well. It seems you blasted their ship to the bottom of the sea. Also, they saved my life from the demons who killed the rest of my group."

Hamunar did not react to the beginning of the report at all, but upon hearing the end, yelled: "If you owe your life to that bunch of monsters, do not consider yourself a part of The Crusade anymore. Losing your entire unit to those of demons was a big enough failture already."

Suddenly the woman was infuriated, yelling angrily: "Why are we on this island? Our mission, if I remember correctly, is to keep the Scourge supply ships from reaching Stratholme, but you brought us here, where the scourge has never even been! Those men could have been spared if you would follow the orders of the High Command!"

Hamunar was still free of anger, but just gave the command the fire the cannons. Liutenant Sliverberg had to be dragged away from the dock by the others to prevent her from getting blasted to pieces. As the cannons of the enemy destroyer blasted buildings to dust in the dock, the heroes ran inland, intend to find shelter to heal their wounds and swap information.
I know it ends a little stupidly, but I didn't want to make it too long, the second chapter will answer most of the thus far unanswered questions.

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For explanations on the character backgrounds, check my last thread, where people already asked a great deal of "how is this possible" questions.

I would (again) like to thank Sp00ky for his help with Character Design and for the idea of the Scarlet activity on the island.
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I can't imagine the scarlet crusade not killing fairbanks the second they saw her. They essentially exist as a fanatically anti-undead organization.
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I can't imagine the scarlet crusade not killing Ashbank the second they saw her. They essentially exist as a fanatically anti-undead organization.
*ehem* Fixed.

They tried, but it's hard to hit a running enemy with a cannon. And besides, Villains need to have their talk with the heroes before they start fighting them, even if it lowers their chance of winning.

edit: Fixed "losing = winning"
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hehe sorry about the name.

anyways, good story so far. The Dialogue is a little off but the plot is very interesting.
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Old 03-02-2007, 10:04 AM
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The Explanations, The Alleigance and The Plan


"Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes and Elves fighting alongside Orcs, Trolls, Goblins and these... Tauren?"

"That would pretty much sum up The Battle of Mount Hyjal for you, plus, it ended with a beautiful explosion. Then, a couple of months after that, we were in war again."

The more globally travelled adventurers had spent the last hour explaining the recent happenings around Azeroth to the Paladins. Even Liutenant Sliverberg hadn't heard of anything that was going on in Kalimdor or on the southside of Thandrol Span. William Sherton was shocked with most of the nations of Lordaeron falling to The Undead and demons, along with the death of Uther the Lightbringer, who had baptised young William in Stratholme years ago.

"I remember Sir Lightbringer mentioning that prince he had met, he said the brat had potential..." He had muttered to himself upon recieving the news.

Now that the newcomers' thirst for information was finally dealt with, Kerrah leaned towards the Paladin and asked: "Have you been here all this time? What exactly happened? How did you survive?"

The Paladin laughed dryly and said: "Yeah, the demons just appeared from our new mining shaft one morning and killed most of our miners. When the alarm was sounded, they begun advancing the tunnels, trying to travel to more open ground before we could block their exits. We were able to stop the first wave of them and drive them back all the way to the shaft where they had first appeared. We blasted the tunnel down with a barrel of gunpowder.

That was not enough, though, the demons digged themselves a new way and attacked us again, this time getting all the way to the town before being spotted for the first time. It got desperate real fast since we were too busy fighting the ones on the surface of ground while more and more emerged into the mines. Finally everyone was evacuated into the castle and all the entrances were blocked."

Kerrah interrupted and asked: "We found a note on the corpses of a family of fishermen. When was it sent?"

Sherton gave another laugh and answered: "Just before we stopped the first wave, the Baron was really paranoid about the demons from the first time they were sighted. We thought he was getting senile when we found out about the note, but it seems it paid off after all.

Anyways, when we were fortified inside the castle, somebody remembered the ancient escape tunnel in the cellar, which lead into the abandoned part of the mines. We quickly sent people to seal it, but they were too late, the next time we saw them, their heads were tangling on the side of a demon as trophies.

Demons flooded the castle floor by floor and our numbers diminished. Finally it was just me, the captain of the guard, the baron and his family and four guards. The Baron was on the edge of committing suicide, but suddenly the demons yelled for him. They said they would spare the rest of us if he surrendered along with "the artefact". We didn't know what they meant, but the baron seemed to know. He took his family hairloom, the Silvarinan Ring, and exited the room. The Demons did not kill him, unlike we had though, but lead him out of our sight."

"They actually let you live?" Hugo Glacierbrew asked. "Demons are not exactly known for their ability to keep their promises."

Sherton suddenly frowned and continued silently: "They did just as they promised at first, but then one of the guards wen't insane with being kept in one room by a flock of demons and barely eating and drinking. He suddenly snapped and tried to run out, the demons just cut him apart casually. Then they turned at us, propably intending to slaughter us as well.

I jumped on my feet and ran at them. They didn't expect that out of a starved, armless prisoner, giving me the chance to dive past them before they even readied their weapons. I ran to the door, behind which our weapons were being kept, and opened it. Another demon stood there, weapon ready and eyes burning. I raised my hands and sent a bolt of light at it, stunning it so I could grab my weapon and shield and smack its head at the first two, who were running after me.

I would have died against the demons, but my friends helped me. We fortified the Baron's Room and a specially stealthy guard stole some food from the kitchen before the demons noticed anything special. We ate well and prepared to die with honor.

I will not describe the battle which took place after that in detail, everyone else died and I was finally driven to the roof of the castle and thrown off. I fell to the ocean and swam back on land. I found this cave here and made it my den, over time stealing lots of items from the town and castle and bringing them here."

Everyone looked around them. The cave was very convenient, it was behind a cliff so it could not be seen from the main paths or the sea. It was quite comftorable for being a cave and Sherton had said they could even burn torches without giving away their hideout. The Paladin continued his story:

"It's kind of weird to be honest. The demons have been very inactive. If you compare the amounts there were when they attacked the castle to what are moving around the isle now, there must be thousands of them in the mines or whereever they came from."

Sherton's words echoed for a while in the cave, then disappearing and leaving complete silence behind them. For a moment everyone was silent.

Kerrah coughed and asked: "Sir Sherton, are you willing to joni our party even though it had Horde Members in it?"

The Paladin gave a laugh and said: "After you saved my life? Of course!"

Kerrah raised his brows and continued: "What about you, Liutenant Sliverberg? Can you consider helping us with destroying the demons and escaping the island, presumably by stealing that ship you took here?"

Sliverberg's face was quite expressionless, but she said her words with emotion: "I have never been along with the mainstream of our order. I do not tolerate their workings of "inquisition", and have never liked Hamunar and Shadowleaf in any way. The Commodore who they were working for before his death was a gentle person, but I quess he was the only one preventing the two of them from coming up with something like this."

Nara Spikehoof asked: "What are they here for, anyways? You said it quite well down there in the docks, you have no apparent reason to come here."

Suddenly Miss Ashbank, who hadn't talked at all during their time in the cave, coughed with a slight "Hem hem." and said: "I can see that now would be the optimal time to tell more about that ring your Baron possessed...."

"It's always the ring." Tas'Nal added sarcastically.

Ashbank ignored him and told: "The Kirin Tor told me about it when they ordered me to come here with you."

Kerrah raised his brows and asked: "You didn't volunteer?"

Miss Ashbank shook her head and answered: "No, I was told to tell you that I did. You see, the whole idea of this trip was to get The Ring, the Kirin Tor thinks it is also the reason the demons are here as well. It was originally found when the mines were being dug after the town and castle had been built. It was laying there, in the hands of the skeleton of an elf. The skeleton was inside a chunk of Redstone, holding the trinket as if defending it with his life.

At first the ring passed to the foreman of the mines, but when he died, his son, who was a mage, got the Ring and detected it was pulsing with magical powers. At first he tried to use it to enhance his magical abilities, but he realised the item held untold power, that was still created for a single use. What this use was, he did not know, but he decided the best place to find out was Dalaran.

When the man travelled to Dalaran years later, he showed the item to the mages there. No record told of anything like it, and no mage could determine the type of power inside the ring or its use. The man left the ring there since he saw no real use for it. For years the ring lay in a container in the violet citadel, or so it was thought. About ten years after the Ring's arrival in Dalaran, it was again found in the redstone mines.

At first the new foreman of the mines thought it was another one, just like the first, but when they told about it to the Kirin Tor, they dug the container from their archives and opened it only to find out it was empty. The Ring was again shipped to Dalaran, where studies showed it was definately the same ring. The mages were frustrated and studied the item further in order to find out why it had been charmed to return into its "home".

Then, one night the ring was left on a table without anyone to look after it, and it vanished again and was found in the Redstone mines next morning. The Kirin Tor became increasingly anxious about the ring and decided to turn to their last resort, the elves. The ring was shipped to Quel'Thalas and the courier was told to keep an eye on it.

When the ring arrived in Quel'Thalas, the elves studied it and found out something the men had not found, elven runes were carved in the inner side of the ring. The runes simply read: "For Opening."

The Ring, along with a report on the runes, was sent to Dalaran, but it transported itself to Redrock Isle during the journey. The Kirin Tor made their final hyphotesis on the ring, it was a key to some ancient elven lock in the depths beneath the island, and was charmed to return back to its home if it was brought away from the island. The teleportation charm propably activated whenever nobody was paying attention to it.

Information about the ring was sent to Redrock, along with the orders to keep it safe, since nobody could tell what it opened. It was given by the now elderly finders son to the Baron without any specific explanation about its meaning, and passed on as a family heirloom from that on."

Lostrar Highsky asked: "But sir Sherton said the Baron knew it was "The Artifact" the demons requested. Did the Barons find out about it at some point?"

Miss Ashbank shook her head and answered: "That knowledge is not mine..."

Tas'Nal was just about to throw in some kind of a responce when Sherton cut in and said: "He was a mage, and a powerful one too, he senced the power in it himself."

Miss Ashbank considered for a moment and said: "That's propably true. The enchantments in it were, accourding to the documents in Dalaran 'crude but powerfull'. That would make them easy to sence."

Kerrah said: "I think we are missing something. What do the demons need the ring for if they are already free from whatever there is beneath the mines? It would figure if some demon worshippers wanted it to free the demons, but the demons are already free, what does it open in that case?"

Nara Spikehoof added: "And more importantly, where did the demons come from?"

Kerrah shook his head and said: "The Kirin Tor knows more about the ring than Miss Ashbank has this far told us. They knew it was important for the demons without knowing they requested it from The Baron. This is what I hate in humans, they are so untrustworthy." Then he added: "No offense intended to you three." to Sherton, Sliverberg and Ashbank.

"So, what's our plan?" Asked Hugo Bracierbrew while readjusting his goggles.

Kerrah wondered for a while and then said: "We split to two. One group goes to The Castle to find out if The Baron knew more than he let out. I still find it weird if he knew which item the demons were talking about just by sencing the ring's magics. The other group goes into the mines and finds out where the demons came from.

Sherton, since we can navigate trough the town and the castle without your aid, but not trough the mines, you lead the mine group. I'll take the castle group. I'll take Glacierbrew, Sliverberg and Ashbank with me, you take the rest."

Kerrah stood up along with Hugo Glacierbrew, Mary Sliverberg and Eliza Ashbank. "Good luck, friends, do not try to get inside a demon fortress or anything like that. Just find out what we are up against and return here."

And with that, the castle group left and William Sherton, Lostrar Highsky, Nara Spikehoof and Tas'Nal were left in the cave, readying themselves for a trip to the mines.

"Oh in the name of Bael'Gium! He put me in the same team with the Elf!" The Troll yelled.
If someone doesn't get it, Bael'Gium = Belgium, which was an offending curse in every civilization expect ours in The Hitchickers Trilogy by Douglas Adams.

I'll try to finish chapter three this weekend.

edit: Fixed a couple of typos.
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The scarlet crusade was started after the scourge destroyed Lordaeron not before. other than that it was good.
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Nice work thus far, Kerrah. Your pacing and grasp of parallel action are nice, and my one complaint is the relative lack (more so in Chapter 1) of descriptive writing. I remember you mentioned that you were contemplating doing the story in RP format rather than as a fanfic, and I think some of that intention has rubbed off on the style. There are a few sentences, such as
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for which I would advise you to show rather than tell, so to speak. Instead of just giving us the end result, you could have a great short scene in which the characters figure out who goes with whom, and thus build the relationships between your characters further.

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Sorry, but you're wrong. Mograine formed it the day Thrall escaped from Durnholde.
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for which I would advise you to show rather than tell, so to speak. Instead of just giving us the end result, you could have a great short scene in which the characters figure out who goes with whom, and thus build the relationships between your characters further.

Keep it up!
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind from now on.
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He made the Ashbringer that day Kerrah, not the Scarlet Crusade, the group was only created because of the Scourge.
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He made the Ashbringer that day Kerrah, not the Scarlet Crusade, the group was only created because of the Scourge.
They already knew of the scourge at that point (or at least of an undead force coming from northrend) and they didn't create the ashbringer that day, just got the shard that gives it its power.

I would say the foundations of SC were formed that day, and everyone who was there (expect Tirion, for obivious reasons) gathered together and actually formed the group when the Scourge landed in Lordaeron.

So in a way, I was right.
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I guess technically you are right but I don't think they were calling themselves the scarlet crusade until later
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They already knew of the scourge at that point (or at least of an undead force coming from northrend) and they didn't create the ashbringer that day, just got the shard that gives it its power.

I would say the foundations of SC were formed that day, and everyone who was there (expect Tirion, for obivious reasons) gathered together and actually formed the group when the Scourge landed in Lordaeron.

So in a way, I was right.
I don´t agree, the Warlock shard and the construction of the Ashbringer was the whole reason of that meeting, they were brainstorming a good, efficient way of fighting the Scourge but the group that was encharged of fighting the Scourge at that time was the Order of the Silver Hand.

Not that i´m criticizing your fic, i don´t really care either way.
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I still don't get where in my fic does it even state that the SC was before The Scourge destoryed lordaeron? You surely do not think this is happening before WoW?
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I still don't get where in my fic does it even state that the SC was before The Scourge destoryed lordaeron? You surely do not think this is happening before WoW?
Not at all, i wasn´t pointing an error on you fic or anything Kerrah, i was just correcting your comment about the formation of the Scarlet Crusade.
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Not at all, i wasn´t pointing an error on you fic or anything Kerrah, i was just correcting your comment about the formation of the Scarlet Crusade.
Not you, but see what Doomsday said.

edit: Here is a sneek peek to the next chapter. A new character picture! Enjoy.

I think I'll manage the next chapter for tomorrow. (it ended up being the longest one this far, so it lasted longer than i thought).
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"Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes and Elves fighting alongside Orcs, Trolls, Goblins and these... Tauren?"

"That would pretty much sum up The Battle of Mount Hyjal for you, plus, it ended with a beautiful explosion. Then, a couple of months after that, we were in war again."

The more globally travelled adventurers had spent the last hour explaining the recent happenings around Azeroth to the Paladins. Even Liutenant Sliverberg hadn't heard of anything that was going on in Kalimdor or on the southside of Thandrol Span. William Sherton was shocked with most of the nations of Lordaeron falling to The Undead and demons, along with the death of Uther the Lightbringer, who had baptised young William in Stratholme years ago."
Lt. Silverberg seems to be unaware of the events that unfolded after the fall of Lordaeron. I assumed that meant that he had left before the SC could be fomed.

Sorry it was my fault for misreading it.
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"Okay men!"

"And woman."

"You are? Sorry, no offence. Well, umm, whatever, we'd better get going. Those mines aren't going to be explored all by their own."

And just when Sherton was on the edge of the cavern, a voice spoke to him behind his back.

"One thing, Sherton."

The paladin, stopped and turned around. Lostrar Highsky was standing there, not moving a muscle. Sherton sighed and asked: "What is it?"

Highsky stretched his hand and placed it on the Paladin's shoulder. "I can feel the guilt in you. Do not feel yourself responsible for the deaths of anyone on this island, we will find the one truly responsible in due time."

Sherton was confused for a moment, but then nodded to the night elf. They walked out to the shining of the setting sun. Nara Spikehoof could be heard muttering something about how it was propably noon in Mulgore. The group walked to the edge of the cliff and Sherton peeked to the other side. It was clear, so he continued and the others followed.

They arrived on a path which lead from the docks to the town, Sherton told the others: "We'll go towards the docks for a while and turn right to get to the mines."

While they walked, Nara Spikehoof and Lostrar Highsky seemed to watch the nature surrounding the path with great interest. Sherton, who was still not completely sure about their races, asked: "Are the trees and grass that important for you two?"

While Highsky hesitated, the Tauren quite bluntly said: "Since they are not important for your race, it's a wonder there are any left on this island."

The Paladin blushed and tried to change the subject: "It's a wonder the demons have not torched them down. From what I've heard, they hate the nature as much as they hate any civilized life."

Highsky said knowledgebly: "Maybe there is something in those mines more important to them than destroying a couple of already suffering trees."

Sherton raised his brows and asked: "How do you know they are suffering?"

Tas'Nal suddenly whispered: "Silence, enemy troops ahead!"

Others followed him off the road and behind a tree. A group of five Scarlet Soldiers were approaching them, escorting a goblin. "Captain Krixxiz!" whispered Spikehoof.

The heroes could hear the enemy talking to the goblin: "When we get you to the ship, the High Mystic will make you talk. We know you have a hiding place here, and you know where it is. You know, he is quite found in torture, he was an apprentice to Grand Inquisidor Issillien himself."

The heroes started to form an ambush in the woods next to the road. Krixxiz could be heard to reply with a sarcastic: "I'm already looking forward to it."

Another soldier asked the one who had talked previously: "Do you think we can trust the High Mystic or the Captain? Neither of them are human."

"We have to, they are the most powerful people in our unit and the Captain has locked the sails of the ship so that we can't access them without getting his key."

"If the stories about thousands of demons being on this isle are correct, we won't stand a chance against them. I don't want to die because a stupid drainei messed up!"

"It's pronounced dreinai..."

The Scarlets arrived at the heroes' location. Tas'Nal and Lostrar Highsky, who was now a panther again, sneaked behind them while Sherton and Spikehoof simply walked on the road from the woods in front of them, creating a diversion.

"You shall not pass." Said Sherton, a flame flickered around his mace. The enemies readied their weapons.

The fight started and finished quickly. Suddenly the panther and the troll were cutting themselves trought the enemy ranks from the behind while Sherton and Spikehoof attacked them from the front. In the end the last of them tried running away, but failed miserably when Highsky turned back into a night elf and shot a ball of wrathful nature energy, knocking him over.

Spikehoof cut the goblin's shacles and gave him one of the enemies rifles. "You survived, captain! What a pleasant surprise!"

"I'm not a captain anymore, now that my ship is down there. Wait 'till I meet that orc, he's going to pay for this! I'm only alive because I jumped off the ship just before they fired." The goblin said.

"So, no 'captain goes down with his ship' -rule amongst the goblins, huh?" Asked The Tauren.

"That rule is stupid anyways, why shouldn't a captain be allowed to worry for his life." Krixxiz said, Tas'Nal gave a nod and said: "We're going to the mines to find out where the demons are from, you comin' with us?"

The captain asked: "Do you have a place to hide like they said you have? I'd prefer waiting there."

Sherton said: "It's just a little while up this road and then behind a cliff on the right side of the path. You go there, we are better without you slowing us down."

The goblin, who was just about to start walking to the direction Sherton had told, turned around and asked: "Who are you anyways, smily cheeks? I don't remember transporting your lazy butt here. Oh, let me quess, you are a local resident who has lived here all this time eating Demon Flesh. Or then you are one of thse Scarlet Maniacs, who has decided to join our cause instead and changed into his cool golden uniform instead. Or then, you are a-"

Sherton cut in, saying: "The first theory is otherwise right, but I have never eat demon flesh, since the island has lots of food supplies left over."

Tas'Nal added: "And we got number two as well, but she didn't change her uniform."

The goblin sighed and said: "Whatever, let's just get to the freaking mines."

After the team had walked for almost half an hour, they arrived in the exact other side of the island of the hideout, the Redstone Mine entrance. For the first time after leaving the cave, they saw demons. The mine's entrance was highly guarded, there were felhound patrols everywhere and there was a giant bonfire in front of the main entrance.

"Fighting our way trough all of these would be insane, but how do we sneak past them?" Asked Sherton.

"When there's a will, there's a way." Said Tas'Nal and quickly polished one of his daggers. "How about a distraction? I can pull some of them away and enter the mines later when I've lost them."

Sherton considered it for a moment and then said: "I have a better idea, why don't we-"

Then suddenly a large explosion cut him, originating from near the mine entrance. Captain Hamunar, along with many, many scarlet crusaders, had got there before them and shot an infernal to crumbling pieces with a cannon.

"COME FACE THE WRATH OF LIGHT YOU BASTARDS!" The Draenei yelled, he killed a wrathguard with a single blow from his mace.

Every last demon in the opening ran at the attacking humans. Sherton cheered to himself and told the others to follow him. They ran on the edges of the opening, making it to the rocky cliff where the tunnel opened to the mines. It was currently unguarded as the guards were either fighting the attackers or had already died against them.

The heroes ran inside, trying to quickly find shelter before any demons running from the mines to fight the Scarlets would come across them. They turned right to a smaller side tunnel at the first possibility.

And just when the five heroes had hidden to the shadows, a rather large amount of demons ran past, bloodthirstily hurrying towards the battle. One among them was an Eredar, the leader of the group. It could be heard yelling orders in Demonic when it exited the tunnel.

Sherton told the others to follow him and began moving among the main tunnel quietly. The tunnel was very wide and it was clear it had been mined troughfully a long time ago. There were torches on the walls but they hadn't been used for years.

Sherton guided everyone a short distance along the main tunnel and then lead them left, to a much darker part of the mines. He told the others by whisper: "The main tunnel is likely guarded, this one will lead us to the lowest levels and the new shaft quickly."

They walked in the darkness, each one keeping his or her hand on the shoulder of the one in front of him or herself. When the sunlight in the main tunnel could no longer be seen, a golden spark of light appeared from nowhere. Everyone blinked their eyes for a moment, safe for Sherton, who had conjured the spark on his palm.

They had stopped, Sherton told them to gather around so he could keep his voice as low as possible. "The new tunnel is near now. Wait here, I'll go take a peek at what we are up against."

Nobody had time to object before Sherton's little spark was gone and everything that remained of him in the darkness were his silent footsteps. Everybody waited a while, then Captain Krixxiz suddenly whispered: "Can anyone tell me what the heck is happening here? I don't get anything. All I know is that there are demons and scarlet crusaders here."

Tas'Nal's voice could be heard near his: "We don't know much more, there is something dark in the depths of these mines and there is a ring that is a key for that something."

Then Sherton's footsteps could be heard again, they stopped just near the other heroes, and then there was light. "The demons have expanded the tunnel."

"What?"

"Yes, they have dug it a lot further, it is more open now and has some guard posts and a metal gate that can block the entrance to whereever the demons are from."

"What do we do."

"I have an idea. None of you noticed any mining carts on the way here, did you?"

"No."

"Nope."

"Nay."

"I did."

"Where did you see them, Highsky?"

"One was pushed off the rail about halfway here from the main tunnel."

"How did you even notice it?"

"I have my ways."

"Let's go back, we need the cart and some explosives..."

"Where are you going to get explosives?"

"There is a cabinetful of them, they are pretty old but I think if we get them all, we'll get at least some kind of an explosion."

"I'm starting to understand your idea."

"Good, now follow."

"Will anyone mind if I stab Highsky dead?"

And they walked in the darkness again. About halfway to the main tunnel, Highsky told them to stop and they could hear him softly kicking something metallic. Sherton whispered: "Good, let's put it on the tracks, when we return we'll just empty the cabinet into it and roll it all the way to the new shaft."

Working together they lifted the cart back on the tracks as slowly as possible and then walked towards the main tunnel once again. Sherton told everyone that the dynamite cabinet was just a short while deeper into the mine amongst the main tunnel. They would go to it, killing everyone who stood in their way, grab it, run to the side tunnel with it, empty it to the mining cart and run the cart to the end of the little tunnel.

When they arrived close enough to the main tunnel, Sherton told everyone to stay back for a moment again and took a peak from the corner. "It's empty. Let's move."

Unlike Sherton had said, the tunnel was not empty, there were the remains of dozens of demons all around it and a couple of human carcasses as well. Everybody ran forward a little while, after which they saw the Foremans office, totally undamaged by the Scarlet attack.

There was an old cabinet in the office, Sherton took a hold of it and, aided by Nara Spikehoof, carried it outside from the office. No demons were visible at the moment. The heroes carried the cabinet to the side tunnel and quickly brought it to the cart, where Highsky ripped it open, revealing nearly a hundred pieces of dynamite. Sherton and Spikehoof carefully poured the explosives to the cart.

Together they began pushing the cart onwards in the tunnel. Sherton carried a spark of light while Spikehoof and Tas'Nal did the actual pushing. Krixxiz was keeping an eye for enemies that might sneak up to them from the behind with Highsky.

Finally the crew was surrounded by torchlight, Sherton suddenly yelled: "Take cover!" Crabbing a torch and throwing it down before their cartful of explosives.

And when they pushed the cart down from an edge in front of them, others realised what Sherton had had in mind. The chamber was enormously large, and had three tunnels leading to it; one was the one they had just bumped in from, the second one was a large one down below, leading deeper to the mines, and the last one was an entrance to a totally diffrent looking tunnel, which surely lead to whereever the demons were from.

The smallest tunnel, by which they stood now, had once lead to a wooden bridge, that had been used to take advance of the large size of the chamber. The bridge itself had propably been torn down a long time ago, but the two rises it united stood there and formed a canyon between the two main tunnels in and out of the room. Into this canyon the demons had built a giant steel gate to work as a check station.

And into this canyon the cartful of explosives was just about to drop, right behind a burning torch.

The demons noticed it a moment too late, some could have found it ironical. And then the cart hit the steel gate and exploded, killing an enormous amount of demons who had gathered next to it, fortifying it against the Scarlets.

Sherton rose up before the demon body parts had even stopped raining. He ran to the edge of the rise and dropped down to the canyon, propably intending to kill as many wounded demons as possible before they recovered. When the others had all climbed down, they were already ready to continue onwards.

They ran to the wide tunnel illuminated by magical blue flame torches. There was a gate there too, but this one was not locked. Sherton stretched his hand to open it, but then a voice behind them yelled something.

"G'bralnak karrnner ha xeelzan!"

Everyone turned around and redied their weapons. They saw in front of them a single orc, and not just any orc. This orc's skin was bright red and its tusks were longer than a trolls, its body was full of spikes and it wore black and silver robes. It repeated its sentence, this time in common:

"Do not open that gate."

Nobody quite knew what to do. The orc showed no signs of hostility yet, though it had a glowing spellbook and a caster's dagger with it. Finally Lostrar Highsky said: "Why would we do what you want us to?"

The orc stood there for a moment, peering at the five adventurers. Then it said: "None shall go further than this room unless he is a prisoner or a.... how do you say it? Corpse."

"We'll just see about that." Said Tas'Nal, unseathing his daggers.

The orc did not reply, but rather waved his hand towards Krixxiz, who had been aiming it with his gun. The weapon exploded. Suddenly the other four heroes ran towards it.

The orc took out its dagger and jumped. The jump took it unnaturally high, giving it a perfect spot to fire spells at the enemies below it. Suddenly Lostrar Highsky fell to the ground, senceless from a bolt or dark energies. Tas'Nal was also hit by a spell and stunned, but Nara Spikehoof was just able to dodge a spell and avoid a similar fate.

When the orc landed, Sherton and Spikehoof attacked it figorously. It avoided the mace and axe by jumping backwards and then punched its palm at the two heroes, who were hit by a wall of solid air that knocked them off their feet.

Before the tauren and human even got back up, the orc started reading a demonic spell from his grimgoire, the words creating an unholy echo all around the room. The tauren was up before Sherton, and swang her weapon at the enemy.

Spikehoof's axe was inches away from decapitating the orc when the spell finished, making the weapon drop to the ground uselessly when a massive shockwave radiated from the caster, invoked by the spell.

While Spikehoof flew trough the air and hit a wall violently, Sherton was able to block the attack by using his powers with the light. The orc walked towards him, holding the dagger in his right hand. The paladin couldn't help but think: "He got too cocky and now he tries to win me in melee combat."

This time he did not want to make the same mistake, so he waited until the orc was in front of him and attacked with the dagger. Sherton easily dodged the attack and rolled to the orc's side, swinging his mace to crack its ribs.

But instead he felt the orc grasp his hand. The beast was stronger than any other being Sherton had even fought, he could do nothing against it while its palm held his hand still and the other took his mace and threw it away. Sherton was able to surprise the orc by bashing it with his shield, but then it shot him as well with a wall of solid air.

The last thing Sherton saw before his head hit the wall of the chamber, knocking him out, was the orc grinning wickedly towards the still standing but unarmed goblin captain.
note, I also edited the second chapter a bit, since my original idea was that the heroes would find Krixxiz lying in a pile of ship pieces on a beach, but I got this idea later on. Kerrah no longer tells the mine team to go search for salvagable goods.

edit: Please, all this lack of replies makes me think i'm doing this for nothing. If you people do read it, at least post to tell me that.
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Thanks, I'm starting chapter four sunday or saturday, I've been preoccupied by a Harnec text I've been writing.
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Impressive. The story is interesting, and the pace is quick, which is probably best given the nature of the tale. Hmm. The most common problem that creeps up is spelling/grammar, but it's not common enough to cripple the story (nor is it impossible fix). It's been a good read so far, and I hope you keep it up. Oh, and I'm also glad that you don't dwell too much on describing things; at times I think you could use a little more detail to flesh out the setting a little more, but it's perfectly all right to let the reader use his imagination to picture most of the scenery/setting. It's ultimately a matter of personal preference, I suppose.

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Here is chapter 4 in Kerrah's fanfic.

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Redrock Island: Chapter Four
The Baron's Secret


Kerrah shuddered for some reason. He did not know why, but he knew it wasn't for nothing. Normally when he had a hunch, he'd better be careful. However, right now was not the time to be careful.

"Now." He said and jumped from behind the shelve, surprising his enemy. The demon stepped a few steps back, giving Kerrah time to attack it. The demon fought back, it's burning saber packed quite some punch. Kerrah dropped one of his swords from the force of a blow and yelled: "Some help, please!"

A bolt of ice flew past him and hit the demon in the shoulder. Kerrah took the opportunity and cut its right hand off. The demon yelled in pain just before Kerrah finished its pitiful life by slashing its troath open.

He took a moment to examine around himself. There was fighting everywhere, Miss Ashbank was already sending her spells at another demon, which was fighting Liutenant Sliverberg, Hugo Glacierbrew has climbed on the top of a wine barrel and was blasting a felhound in the head from the top. Kerrah noticed a new felguard had joined the battle and jumped at it, it had tried to sneak up to their mage.

Kerrah stabbed the demon in the back and said: "Surprise! You like them, huh?" The demon did not react like Kerrah had expected it to. He had thought it would collapse, maybe spit on his face and give a rattling breath. But instead it looked at him with wide eyes, the eyes that had never expected to be layed on what they now saw. It muttered a single word in demonic and swang its weapon. Kerrah ducked under the blow and brough his sword into its skull from the below.

The demon still looked at Kerrah in a funny way, but quit doing it when it collapsed to the ground and quit living.



Mary Sliverberg gave a weary breath as the wrathguard in front of her died from lack of blood. There was a lot of blood considering Mary's sword was hot enough to seal wounds the moment caused them.

She still thought entering this castle was not a good idea. The town around it had been eerily empty, which was never a good sign. The gates had been unguarded, but the second floor had been full of them. The orc had lead the party to the wine cellar, where they had quickly formed an ambush and killed the ones who had run after them.

Suddenly Mary realised the liquid around the creatures body was not blood but wine. She gave a laugh and walked away. The others had already grouped together to discuss whether they should just charge at the enemies in the second floor or find a secondary passage. Mary did not care about it, she wasn't even very interested in whether she would live trough all this, she had nowhere to go after leaving this island anyway.

The orc told the Dwarf and the undead to quit fighting about their strategy. He told they should try to find a secondary way to get to the fourth floor, where the baron's office was located. Mary followed them up the stairs. She sneaked with them past the staircase to the second floor and then listened as she was told (among with the others) to try to find a secondary passage to the second floor.

Mary walked into the kitchen. It was full of bodies. The normal people from outside had propably lived there after being evacuated into the castle. Poor them, she thought. Some bodies were in heaps, they had propably tried to hide from death by being in groups. The bodies were all badly damaged, but some seemed as if they had been tortured before death. The demons knew no pity.

There was one body of a woman who held the body of a baby with her. Mary walked to it and closed its eyelids. The body slid to the ground and dropped the baby's body. Mary was just about to pick the small body up when she noticed the bloody wall behind the heap of bodies was not a wall after all. She quickly unseathed her sword and sticked it between two rocks, there was nothing there.

Mary found another weapon from the ground (she did not want to damage hers), sticked it into the empty space between the rocks and turned it. The secret passageway opened, revealing a single alabaster rock in a small cupboard-sized room. Mary wondered if she should yell for the others or go find them just when somebody walked into the room behind her.

She had already unseathed her weapon when she noticed it was just the undead woman. Even though she had no love for the undead, she put her sword away and said: "I think I found it. At least I found something." The mage watched at the rock and said: "Yes, that is something. You go find the rest, I'll try to find out what it is."

Mary though for a moment if she could trust the woman, but decided to do as she was told. Five minutes later everyone was in the kitchen. The mage told everyone that the stone was a teleportation-enchanted artefact, but using it would be risky.

"If they have found the countpart which it takes to and destroyed it, the users body is trapped in the Twisting Nether forever, which is not good for health. If they have taken it to somewhere else or have it under guard, we can be in deep trouble if we use it."

The orc muttered to himself for a moment and then said: "I'll go trough. I'll return if I can, if I can't, try to fight your way to the top of the castle to find if I'm there."

Nobody had time to suggest a lottery or sacrificing themselves before the orc touched the stone. His body vanished from the cupboard. Everyone was silent for a moment, then, with a blue flash, the assasin returned. "It's safe. There is another cupboard somewhere in this castle, the stone takes there."

Suddenly a rushing patrol of demons ran into the room, screaming madly. They had sensed the magic in the stone, there was no doubt about it. The orc yelled: "They might be at the other stone as well, you take these, I'll go guard it!" And jumped at the stone, transporting him once again to a diffrent location.

One of the four demons laughed and said with the clicky "demonic common": "Your leader is afraid of us. There is no doubt. Surrender or suffer!"

The fighting began. Mary jumped towards the largest one of the demons, striking its parrying weapon with hers as quickly as powerful. The demon did not stagger, however, but gave a riposte. Mary was able to block the attack, but suddenly the demons free hand hit her in the jaw, striking her down.

As the battle raged around them, Mary saw the demon walk towards the alabaster stone, unopposed by her fellow adventurers. She stretched her right hand and shot a bolt of light at the demon, damaging its foot badly. It fell on the ground and gave a yell. It turned its eyes at Mary only to see her sword impale its own head.

Mary stood up, her jaw was bleeding badly. The demons hand had had a spike in it. She turned to see the rest of the battle, the dwarf was currently using a sword to keep himself from getting rammed by a powerful demon. Mary knew he would not last long and threw her sword at the demon. It struck its target, impaling the demons right side. It did not show any sign of pain, but its power diminished, giving the dwarf enough time to stab its body several times, killing it.

The battle around them was over as well. Mary picked up her sword and used the light to heal her jaw. The pain was still there.

Everyone else hurried to the stone and used it to go help Kerrah in the case he needed it. Mary watched at the bloody kitchen for a moment and then turned to the stone. She sighed and touched it gently. For a moment she felt her entire essence being ripped to pieces and then suddenly she was gasping for air on a floor.

She room she had arrived to could have been the room she had left if it wasn't for the room it lead to. Instead of a kitchen full of slaughtered demons and civilians, there was an office. There really wasn't any big signs of actual battles being held there, but it had been searched around. All the books had been torn off from their shelves, the desk had been emptied, every single item in the room had been thrown to the floor.

The orc was standing next to the pile of books, searching for something. The dwarf and the undead woman joined him. Mary took another moment to look at the destruction around her and asked: "What exactly are we looking for?"

Nobody answered for a moment, but looked at the books in the pile and threw them at another pile. The dwarf said: "Anything that might hold the baron's personal thoughts. Since he knew about the ring, he propably also wrote about it. There might be letters to or from Dalaran, a book on Elven artefacts, anything like that."

The orc said: "Yes, or something you humans code your thoughts to..."

Mary's and the undead mage's eyes met and they rolled them together. "They are called diaries."

Mary thought for a moment, where would a baron hide his diary?

She walked to the safe which had been exposed by the demons by tearing down a book shelve. It had been full of papers, they were all laying around it. And there was a book with a lock.

Mary picked it up and waved it in the air. She said: "He propably had a lot in his mind, this thing is as thick as a gnomish dictionary." Everybody gathered around her. The lock was rusty, she tore it open and opened the book. It was full of symbols foreign to get. "What are these?"

Suddenly the dwarf took it for himself, watched at it for a moment and asked: "Why would a human baron write in dwarvish?"

"That's dwarvish?"

"Yes, and quite accurate too."

"Read it."

"It says: 'As you read this, I am propably dead and you are someone who has come from the continent to discover what happened to my fair island. You might ask yourself why I am writing in dwarvish. This is because I am the only one on this island who knows it. I can not trust anyone, only myself. The demons might have the others, even my family, corrupted and turned against me. I envy the dead.

The demons appeared only days ago, and we are already fortified in my room, desperately struggling for our survival. The others ate our last scraps of food and are sleeping, and I am up writing this. As my message to you, whoever you are, I will tell what to expect from the ones I will lose my life to.

Unlike the others think, I know exactly where the demons come from and what they want. It all began with my father. He had inherited a ring, and unlike his forefathers, he carried it around and wore it. The miners found a giant cave in the mines, and told about it to the foreman. My father and the foreman agreed that it should remain a secret for the time being, at least until we found out if the miners' stories were correct.

So father and the foreman went into the cavern and found what the miners had told they had found. A giant underground elven city. My father later told me it was clearly elven (as he had studied architechture in his youth), but it had some kind of "complicated structural parts" he had never seen before. My father and the foreman walked around the city, it had thick walls and giant closed gates.

As they examined the gates, my fathers family ring started to glow. The locks opened and the gates flew open. Unholy noices could be heard inside the city. The two men ran back into the mines and told the miners to collapse the little tunnel between the cavern and the mines. It was made so that it looked like an accident.

But my father knew something. He knew what the ring was for. The ring his family had kept for so long was for opening the doors of an ancient elven city full of forgotten horrors. He contacted Dalaran about his encounter and asked them to make the elves of Quel'Thalas tell what the heck was under his island.

The reply came a month later, the elves had finally given an answer. There was a legend among the elves about an ancient underground city of theirs, it included a ring that worked as a key.

It also told that the key was still needed after the main gates were opened. In the deepest part of the city there was a vault where the last defenders of the city had locked the "heart" of the darkness that had assasulted the city. The key still worked as a key for that heart. My father made a copy of the ring and buried the real one in the castle couryard, between the two oaks that were planted back then.

I have kept the copy with me, along with my fathers story about its origin. The moment the demons appeared in the mine I knew all hope was lost. I sent a message to the continent about our danger, but I know help will arrive too late. I will surrender to the demons and surrender the fake ring. Maybe that will give enough time for my family and the guards to escape this room and try to make it to the continent.

Please take the real ring to the continent, making sure it does not disappear, and destroy it in a place with enough magical powers. Maybe the demon invasion will only stay in this island if they do not get to open the innermost vault of their city.

Whatever happens, do not let the ring get to the wrong hands. For the legend also says that if the darkness is to reclaim their heart, no living being in the world is safe.

Gustaf Oakmast, The Baron of Redrock Isle.' The end."

"An elven city?"

"The Heart of Darkness?"

"Destroy the ring?"

"It wasn't a diary after all?"

Everyone thought for a moment. The orc asked for the dwarf to read the diary trough again. He did.

"Hmm... This is interesting. Of course the baron did not know about the night elves..."

"What do you mean, Kerrah?"

"Well, this island was once a part of the continent of 'greater Kalimdor'. Maybe it was a mountain. Maybe the mountain had a night elf city in it?"

"That would explain the unidentified part in the architechture."

"And why the elves were so relucant to tell about the underground city."

"Well, the most, important thing is, no we know. You know what they say: Knowing is half the battle."

Mary did not really care about their discussion, so she just walked to the window and looked outside. The rotting little town stood there, slowly falling apart. Suddenly she saw something red. Upon turning her head, she saw what it was. There was at least fourty scarlet soldiers in there, fighting a couple of dozens of demons.

Mary turned at the others, who were still discussing the diary. She pointed at the window and said: "We are about to get company. I think High Mystic Shadowleaf is also interested in finding out what the Baron knew."

The orc walked at the window and watched outside, the demons were losing quickly and Mary could see the elf killing a doomguard all by himself. The orc again muttered something to himself and then said: "If we hurry, we can get to the wine cellar before they get in. We have to find that secret entrance to the mines to get out of here before they get in."

They walked to the stone and used it, the dwarf closed the secret door behind them. When they got the kitchen, they could hear the scarlets checking their wounded and dead soliders in the courtyard. Mary suddenly realised something and asked: "What about the ring?"

The orc hissed: "Its safe where it is, we shouldn't take it to the mines. Just follow."

They ran to the wine cellar. Everyone spread around to find the secret passage. Mary relaxed and thought. Where would a paranoid baron hide a secret escape tunnel?

She walked to the largest wine barrel, it read: "Chateau Stratholme" Mary laughed and pushed the barrel open, revealing a passage into a tunnel.

Everyone quickly gathered around her. "How did you know?"

"Everyone with any knowledge about human wines knowns the greatest oil harbor in Lordaeron is not a place you want to bring a giant barrel of wine from."

They walked into the tunnel and Mary closed the secret door behind them, she heard Shadowleaf yelling battle orders to fight the demons of the second floor and sniggered.



"You fools! They got here first!"

Andulias Shadowleaf created a clobe of darkness inside his palm. The two liutenants in front of him cowered. Shadowleaf had quite a reputation for getting rid of "disappointing" soldiers and using their bodies for experiments. One of them stuttered: "But we couldn't have gotten here first. We- we came as fast as possible!"

Shadowleaf sighed and said in his most calm voice: "Maybe if you hadn't taken so long to prepare your troops, we might have caught them before they left, liutenant Piett."

The liutenant's eyes widened as the mystic brought his hand, and the dark globe of power, next to his chest. Liutenant, you have disappointed me, but I am glad I can forget your error."

The soldier gave a releaved sigh.

"...due to your unfortunate death." The mystic continued and pushed the spell inside the man's chest. His green eyes watched as the human tried to desperately dig the globe away from his body. Finally he quit moving and a small explosion could be heard inside him, the spell had finished its work.

As the dead liutenant fell to the ground, Shadowleaf told his living counterpart: "Order your men to search the castle for anything that might be to our aid. I'll travel back to the ship to prepare for following our captain into the mines. Put your best scribe in charge of finding out whatever he can from the material and send the information to me. Glory to the light."

And so he walked away from the room, leaving two liutenants behind him, one living, the other dead.
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Just to make it clear for everyone, that document Greenie posted is the one and only true chapter four. I couldn't access the forums so I sent it to him and told him to post it instead.

edit: At exactly midnight (finnish time), I post this here document OF DOOM!
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Tas'Nal rose up and rubbed his head. "Tassie, Tassie, Tassie, you've got to stop drinking!" he thought to himself. Then he felt shacles chained all around him and stopped. It took a couple of second for him to remember the mines and the fight against the fel orc.

The Troll opened his eyes and watched around him. He was in a prison of some sort, chained to a wall among with the rest of the mine team. "What happened?" He asked, knowing completely well what had happened.

Someone answered: "You lost."

Tas'Nal still could not focus well, but knew his grammar well enough to say: "You mean WE lost."

The someone insisted: "No, I am not one of you."

Tas'Nal hit his head to the wall to force himself to wake up completely and then turned his eyes towards the talker. It was the very orc who had defeated them. He was standing on the other side of the bars, smiling devilishly.

The troll decided to keep quiet but William Sherton on the other hand insisted: "Why did you not kill us? What do you need us for?"

The orc turned towards the paladin, making a fake face of astoundishment and asked: "You wanted to be killed then? Why didn't you tell?"

Sherton did not answer so the orc answered his question: "I know there are more of you on this island. And I know those red-dressing maniacs are not with you. You mortals have a habit of rescuing your friends from places like this, so I'll just wait for your allies to come here so we can cleanse the whole isle of your filth."

"And who is 'we'?"

The orc turned to the opposite end of the cell, where Lostrar Highsky lay, watching at it with great intrest. It gave a tiny sigh and said: "You do not have to know. The only reason for your existance anymore is to work as a lure for your friends. Oh, and just in case some of you have not realised, these cells are enchanted to prevent any and all magic casting in here. Have fun."

And with that, it left.

Tas'Nal watched it for a moment and said: "That orc has some issues." and started coughing. Everybody was busy agreeing with him for a moment, so they didn't notice as the troll coughed a lockpick to his hand. And before anyone else even mentioned the word "escape", he was standing upright, free of the shacles.

Tas'Nal had to hush everyone to avoid catching the attention of the guards. After he had freed everyone, he whispered: "The fastest escape I've ever been in. The legion should be ashamed. Now we need our equipment back. Wait here, I'll sneak around to find it."



"High Mystic! Is it just me or are you once again disregarding a direct order?" Captain Hamunar yelled at the face of the elf.

Shadowleaf stood in front of the draenei, unweavered. He placed some hair that had fallen on his face behind his left ear and said: "The entire surface of the island is withdrawn from demons and the adventurers have entered the mines as well. I see no reason to remain in the ship since all the enemy powers of the island are here. Besides, it seems you need all the help you can get."

It was true. Hamunar had lost almost half of his troops and had recieved a cut on his forearm trough all the armoring he possessed. Shadowleaf, very powerful on his own right, and the troops he had brough with him were needed to take the fortress down.

Hamunar took a brief look at the giant castle. It was gigantic, heavily fortified, full of demons, protected by a giant obsidian gate and shimmered with demonic powers. The draenei had travelled trough the night elven homelands in his journey to Lordaeron and could tell the kalodrei built structures just like this. This one was just larger than any night elf building Hamunar had seen in Kalimdor, and was made of stone instead of wood.

Anchoring himself back to the present, the captain turned back to the elf and said: "You have failed me, and therefore I have to punish you. But I do have a heart, so your punishment will not be as dire as the punishments you hand to every subordinate you dislike. Take all the wounded and transport them back to the ship for advanced medical care. You can come back here to help me with this fort after each and every one of them is either as healthy as can be or dead from their injuries."

The elf was spiteful and looked somehow less like his highbourne self for a moment, but turned around to gather enough troops for the medical transporting. He had a "teleport anchor" in the ship, allowing him to create portals to it from almost whereever he wanted. Getting back would be a totally diffrent story.

Hamunar smiled to himself, thinking that each time he made the elf do something that insulted his high motives, the elitism of the world died a little. Suddenly a soldier informed that the cannon was finally repaired and operational. The draenei gave the order to blast the gates apart.

"Let the games begin." He could hear Shadowleaf saying upon hearing the command.



Lostrar Highsky rubbed his ancles, thinking: "Damn that troll. He made the sharp part of the chain scratch me on purpose." He looked around himself. Everybody else seemed nervous but containing themselves, but Sherton was outright enraged. He kept muttering to himself, angry about losing to the orc.

Suddenly someone yelled: "OH CRAP!" Highsky turned to the stairs leading up and saw Tas'Nal running down. Two fel guards followed him. The druid almost started making out a snappy comment before he realised he had nothing to use as a weapon against the demons, and neither had anyone else.

The troll ran inside the cell and slammed the door shut. It did not really slow the demons down, but they stopped at the entrance. One of them spat on the ground and swinged its weapon to show the prisoners who had the power in that cell.

Everyone backed away from the demons. They smiled and closed the cell door behind themselves.

Suddenly one of them fell forwards, smashing at the floor, dead. Its companion turned around to see a small group of red-dressed humans, one of which was carrying a long spear that had just stabbed the other demon dead.

The scarlet soldiers killed the demon faster than it could ready its weapon. The leading soldier then turned to the adventurers and said: "The captain told to search the prison for you. He saw what you had done to the guard post but also saw one of you being dragged away by the demons when we arrived in the room."

Highsky sighed and said: "Don't you zealots have anything better to do in a demon fortress than save and re-imprison their prisoners?" The liutenant did not care, but had the crew shacled again and walked them up the stairs: "This wing is already under our control. The captain will be waiting for you in the assembly hall."

As the night elf was walked out of the underground cells, he felt his druidistic magics return to his body. The soldiers had not counted this...

He asked Sherton: "Do you feel that, Sir Sherton. It's as if something covering our heads was lifted..." He knew nobody else there would understand what he meant but Sherton said: "Yes, I know what you mean completely." Highsky was already counting the soldiers and planning his attack.

The scarlet liutenant said: "You must have lost your minds. Well, it doesn't matter, you will be dead in a..." Then he was interrupted by a loud KLANG that sounded when the night elves hand turned into a paw and let the shacle drop to the floor.

The fericious cat was attacking the humans before they could ready themselves. At the exactly same time, Sherton tacled the liutenant down and grabbed his spear. A sword almost hit him, but he evaded it, retaliating with a quick stab with the spear.

Suddenly Nara Spikehoof, Captain Krixxiz and Tas'Nal, who were left unguarded by the soldiers who tried to kill the shapeshifted druid and the paladin, were also in the battle. It was over before they knew it and now the adventurers stood in the hallway, arming themselves with the dead soldiers' weapons and unlocking their shacles with a key from the liutenant.

Sherton was again quick to seize comman of the group: "We need to find our items. Did you locate them before they noticed you, Tas'Nal?" The troll said: "Ya, they are right this way." And pointed in a door. The group ran in, only to notice four figures standing there, weapons ready for enemies.

Expect that the five adventures were not their enemies but allies, the figures standing there were Kerrah, Mary Sliverberg, Eliza Ashbank and Hugo Glacierbrew. The four had just found their allies' equipment in a steel box and tried to locate the prison where they would propably be held.

While the previously imprisoned heroes put on their gears and checked if their weapons were still powered, Kerrah explained them that they had travelled via the secret escape tunnel from the castle, seen the scarlets blast a wall apart and make their way inside, fighting demons all the while. They had fought in from the hole when most of the scarlets had got inside and started searching for any sign of their imprisoned enemies.

"How did you know we had been captured?" Highsky asked. The answer was simple, as he was told. The scarlet captain had yelled quite audibly for his subordinates to "search for the imprisoned adventurers".

Now that the group was once again well equiped and both parties had told each other what they knew, they got ready to depart. Kerrah reminded them: "Don't pick any fights. We just need to get out of the mines, go pick the ring and sail away."



The tunnel had been damn wet and dark on the first time around. Nobody had wanted to travel trough it for a second time. And on top of it, there was nothing in there, just darkness, rocks, some old forgotten mining picks, a pair of flaming demonic eyes...

Eliza Ashbank almost tripped over from being startled. She quickly turned over and saw a fel orc warlock stepping out of the shadows. Everything had went smoothly that far, the heroes had met almost no opposition on their way to the escape tunnel.

The orc was in a black robe and carried a ritual blade and a demonic grimgoire. It was definately the same orc the mine team had described to have defeated them all. Sir Sherton could be heard to say: "This time we will not underestimate you, beast." and Brave Spikehoof raised her axe, yelling: "Everybody, keep your defences up."

But the orc did not look to either of them, but to the one in the middle of the group, Kerrah. "Long time, no see..." It muttered and snapped its fingers. Suddenly the shadows surrounding the group started boiling and literally dozens of voidwalkers flooded from around the heroes.

Eliza was quick to react, spreading her hands against herself and muttering a word of power. A frost nova deployed around her, freezing the dark beasts all around the group. She then stretched her hands towards the roof of the tunnel and muttered to herself, creating a dark swirling portal in the roof. Giant shards of ice started falling, mysteriously being completely unharming to her allies, but quite deadly to the demons.

While Eliza stood in the middle of the group, quite unharmed, her allies fought like they had never fought before. She could see Brave Spikehoof striking multiple demons dead with a single blow, Sir Sherton create an aura of holy light around himself, burning the beasts around himself alive and Hugo Glacierbew using special gunpowder that burned when shot from the rifle. Then she suddenly realised that Kerrah was never to be seen, only to realise that he had completely ignored the demons and jumped right at the orc, with whom he was agressively dueling.

Eliza quit channeling the blizzard around herself and instead sent a frost bolt or two at the voidwalkers. She then jumped and ran to help Kerrah with the fel orc. The assasin had just disarmed his opponent but got retaliated with a shadow bolt that made him lose his balance. The warlock grasped two handfuls of demonic flames, intending to finish his foe. Eliza pointed her mageblade at the fel orc and shouted a word of power, creating a wave of "counter magic" that disarmed the warlock of his spell.

The red-skinned orc dove after his dagger, Eliza ran and helped Kerrah get up. He was badly hurt and would propably have hardship running away unless Sherton or Highwind could heal him. The Warlock raised back up, holding his blade, and yelled a word in demonic. Two doom guards appeared from either side of the two heroes, attacking them. Eliza blasted them with another frost nova and heaved Kerrah towards their allies, who were just about finished with the voidwalkers.

"Time to run away!" Eliza yelled at the rest of them and threw the now uncontious orc at Sherton, who immediately started casting a healing spell. The wizard turned at the two doom guards and the warlock, holding her hands at them and shooting a giant blast of freezing air. At first the demons, who were walking in the front, didn't mind the air, but then slowed down and in the end, stopped and held their hands to protect their own faces from the wind.

Eliza grinned to herself and continued blowing the ice-cold wind towards the creatures. Then she suddenly stopped, threw her hands to her belt, opened her always-full water bottle and threw it in front of her. The cold air and the water mixed, a giant wall of crystal-clear ice appeared just in front of the demons. The Warlock stepped onwards and shot a blast of fire towards the barrier, it simply died off upon hitting the obstacle. "The oldest trick in the book", Eliza told the other heroes: "Ice that is created from conjured water repels magic."

She turned towards the others and saw they had finished the voidwalkers and were now dealing with their wounds. Kerrah, who was now woundless but still uncontious, was laying aside everyone. Eliza walked to see Krixxiz, who had got quite a bad wound from an enemy attack. Suddenly she saw a pair of flaming eyes on her left and shot a ball of fire towards them. The demon in the shadows dodged her attack and jumped, grasping Kerrah's lifeless body and taking it with itself to the shadows. Its burning eyes disappeared and then Eliza saw them looking again from the other side of the ice barrier. Kerrah was laying on the demons arms.

The fel orc smiled at his opponents and walked into the shadows with its minions, disappearing and taking Kerrah with them.



Kerrah woke up to a voice he had never thought to hear again in his life.

"So, still remember me, Ga'Rin? Or should I call you Kerrah since you prefer that name nowdays."

TO BE CONTINUED!
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"Where is the ring?"

Kerrah spat on the ground. This was the first time someone made the error of thinking a pit lord could scare him. The thing was humongous and could kill him with a single strike, but he was already dead and had always known size did not matter.

He watched the giant beast's eyes and said: "I might as well tell you, my allies have propably recovered it already. It's in the castle courtyard, buried between two oaks."

The pit lord turned its head to the side, where another demon nodded, marking that Kerrah had spoken the truth. It then rubbed its chin and asked: "Do you know where your friends will go after retrieving it?"

Kerrah thought for a moment and then said: "Yes, they'll find a ship they can sail with and will take the ring to Dalaran to be destroyed."

Again the other demon nodded. The pit lord smiled and asked: "Why defend them if they aren't even going to rescue you?"

Kerrah stroked his chin and said: "That minion of yours who brought me here defeated five of them already and was able to kidnap me and escape in front of their eyes. They are not going to risk it all by making an insane rescue attempt. I would not try one for one of them either."

The giant demon flapped its wings. Kerrah saw it look at its weapon on the wall briefly, but then it turned back at him and said: "You are going to help us in one way or another. I will see you tomorrow."

The two demon guards on either side of Kerrah grabbed him and took him out of the throne chamber. The pit lord told its minions to send patrols on the surface of the island, to sink every ship possible...

Five minutes later Kerrah was in the chamber right under the throne. It was a small dungeon-like place with chains, bones and things like that. Also, it had the Warlock who had brought Kerrah to the ancient elven city.

"Tk'Ha! So that's what you call a 'partner'. I thought you had another orc leading these demons." Kerrah said to him while being dragged to the middle of the room.

One of the guards kept the enraged orc down while the other bound him to the ground with a shacle. Tk'Ha said: "This one is locked with magic, Ga'Rin. Lockpicks won't help." The demons left the room and the two orcs were now alone.

Kerrah watched at the large robed beast in front of him. He could not believe it was the same Tk'Ha he had known such a long time ago. He cleared his troath and asked: "So, had much fun here? Killing humans and all."

The warlock laughed and said: "I came here after most of them died. The only human resident at the time was your paladin friend, but he was only interested in his own survival so it did not matter. But now, to the real question: How did you turn into this? When did you become stupid enough to adventure alongside humans and elves?"

Kerrah did not try to mask the bitterness in his voice. "Seeing one's whole race turn against itself and rip its own world apart was something that changes a man. When I arrived to my home town, I found out that Ner'Zhul had formed his own Horde and destroyed my clan in his greed."

The other orc laughed whole-heartedly and said: "Now that is a mayor bummer. I'm happy I bailed out before that happened."

Kerrah glared at his former friend and asked: "Yeah, I heard of that. Your shipful of warlocks deserted Gul'Dans expedition to the tomb of Sargeras in fear of Doomhammer's retribution. What happened after that? You couldn't come straight here if you said you came here after the demons took the island over."

The other orc smiled, this was the question he had wanted to be asked. "Ga'Rin, you have to understand. Cho'Gal was ruining the clan. We could not follow him to our own doom. We sailed north instead. They didn't even stop to sink us, they were in such hurry to hunt for their demon artefacts. We arrived in the land of Gilneas and made it to the shore.

We hid our ship and formed a small village in a forest. My master, Sardrin, trained what he had learned from Gul'Dan to the rest of us. But I saw trough his lies, he was trying to return to his shamanistic roots.

About a year ago, I put a dagger in his chest during the night and took control of the rest of us. I had felt the demonic powers flowing from this island and recovered our ship, sailing it here.

We stopped near the island and I killed the rest of them. I knew they were plotting to kill me and turn around to return to Gilneas. I sealed their powers inside a glass orb so I could offer it to the demons in exchange for letting me join them. I knew they would not be happy with orcs in general due to Gul'Dan's little detour. They accepted me and brought me here to meet my new masters.

You may think Awweron, the pit lord you met, is the leader of these demons. You are wrong. Now I am equal with him, now, after his foolish mistake.

You see, just after I arrived here, the mayor of the town was brough here, with an item that was supposed to be the key. Awweron killed him painfully when he arrived, and only then tested the ring. It did not work. Our masters were furious and immediately raised me on the same level as him.

I drank Awweron's blood and finally realised the truth. You can't understand how I felt. The masters are still imprisoned in their chamber, and I still punish myself for being unable to find the key. But now it seems we have a chance after all. Your friends possess that ring, and with it the power to release my Masters. Tonight you might be relucant to help me, but we shall see how you think about it tomorrow."

And then suddenly the two demon guards grasped Kerrah from both sides, keeping him still. Tk'Ha walked to him and suddenly raised high a bottle of red liquid. Kerrah tried to kick him, but the demons were doing a good job keeping him still. The warlock brought the bottle to Kerrah's lips and poured the liquid in, the demons closed his mouth and covered his nose.

Kerrah swallowed the blood.

"Have fun." Was the last thing he heard before he fell into absolute darkness.



"I can't believe you want to just abandon him!"

"We have no choice. They have already taken him to their fortress. A rescue mission would not only be against his own wishes, but also against common sense. The fortress is too well fortified for the scarlet crusaders to take, not to mention us, a small group of adventurers. We just have to go get the ring and find a way to get to Dalaran to destroy it."

"But still, I wonder what torture he has to survive."

William Sherton held his handful of light high, he could see the wooden structures up ahead. He yelled to the others, travelling behind him: "I think we are about to arrive to the wine cellar. Let's hurry before the demons can ancipate our movement and send their troops to burn down the ships down in the dock.

As the others walked forward, Sherton suddenly noticed something. He watched to his right and saw something flicker. There was a vein of redstone, but it was somehow odd. The stone shined. Sherton walked towards it and stretched his hand. He felt something there, something that was calling for him.

Suddenly someone behind him yelled "No!" but the paladin went onwards and touched the stone.

Suddenly a large golden spark appeared in front of Sherton. He readied his weapon and stepped back, but a clear voice said: "Do not be alarmed. I am not an enemy."

The golden light formed a humanoid form next to the redstone vein. It was an elf, a night elf. It was dressed in robes and had a simple tree branch as a walking stick. It bowed to Sherton and said: "Thank you for giving my spirit enough of your own energy to create this short lasting form."

Then it turned to the others and said: "I know you are confused, but I am here to fix that. I am here to explain you why the demons are here and what you are up against.

A long time ago I was the high priest of Elune in the mountain city of Gaennessa. It was before the sundering and the war, and everything was peaceful and lovely. The city was ruled by the twin kings, who had been given their power by the high queen herself. But in the darkness, a shadow grew. I myself saw the kings meet with dark types, I should have been alarmed, but I chose to stay passive.

That decision cost to us all greatly. The demons came and torched everything around our city, and besieged the fortress itself. Everyone from the region flooded inside our walls, and then the kings opened the gates for the demons.

I, along with a few other faithful, garissoned in the church and prayed for elune to help us. A ring arrived to us to answer our prayers. We ran to the palace and passed the guards. The kings were imprisoned in their own chambers by the ring, prisoners to their own kingdom forever. Everyone else died but I was able to run.

I got out of town with the ring, locking the doors of the fortress with the same spell as the kings' chambers. I finally made my way to the tunnel connecting the cavern in which our city was located with the surface world, but was killed by a demon. The creature moved to reopen the city gates, but was stopped when suddenly the Well of Eternity inploded, moving it back to the twisting nether.

I watched this as a spirit, but knew that the demons inside the fortress were still there. The mountain turned into an island, the ring was left inside the tunnel, which collapsed, and the darkness inside the fortress crew.

I came to know that the twin kings were not in fact themselves anymore, but had years ago sold their souls to powerful demons, becoming their vessels in our world. I had done a greater task than I had though by sealing them away, the demons were now trapped in our world, unable to aid their greater lords in the crusade for destruction.

But over time I realised that it was just a matter of time until mortals would find the ring and the city, and open the doors out of curiosy. All the regrets of my life came to manifest themselves and create... this."

The golden spirit pointed at the vein of redstone.

"This stone is the symbol of the blood that has been spilt because of the traitorousness of the elven elite. I ask of you, adventurers, to take the ring and bring it to the church of Elune in our city. Whatever you might think, that is the only place where it can be returned to where it came from. Take it there and return it to its sender.

Only then can the spirits of my people find rest..."

And with that, the spirit was gone.



Kerrah knew his body was still uncontious, but his consiousness was wide awake. He was floating in a void of nothingness. Every moment that passed, he knew that the blood of the pit lord was infesting his veins.

Suddenly he heard a voice unlike anything else in his life...

"Ga'Rin.... You wander in darkness. Let us show you light..."

Kerrah concentrated, trying to keep himself together, but suddenly the void around him turned into a field of grass. He stumbled onwards and saw a small village in the foothills of a mountain range. "Hillsbrad..." He muttered to himself.

The voice spoke to him again: "We have brought you back to the place where you destined yourself to become into exactly what your friend has become. A slave to demon blood..."

Suddenly Kerrah was standing right next to the township. It was under attack. The orcish troops were burning it down vigorously. A group of villagers run away, screaming in fear. Kerrah saw his young self run after them. One of them tripped. A woman carrying a girl less than ten years old. Kerrah turned away, but could not block the mother's and daughter's screams of fear. The woman yelled a panicing sentence in Common.

Kerrah heard his own footsteps slow down and stop. His young self was right next to the civilians. The woman yelled and the girl cried after her mommy. Then the seathing of a sword could be heard and the girl let out a death moan and died. The mother cried in anguish. Kerrah heard her try to grovel away, but she was stopped. The woman yelled in pain as the young orc cut her body open and took her guts out to show them to their still alive owner.

Kerrah let out a tear. The woman was now dead, withnessing more pain and sorrow in her last minutes than any other person Kerrah had ever known. Suddenly another orc voice behind him said: "Ga'Rin! You always have to brag with your skills in human anatomy. What did she say?"

A low voice said almost happily: "Not much, Tk'Ha. She begged for me to kill her and let the girl go."

The scenery around Kerrah melted away, leaving the black void there again. Another powerful voice spoke:

"Later on, after withnessing pain and misery that rivaled hers, you realised what you had done that day. You have been trying to pay back your debt from that day on. You gave that goblin the money to buy his own ship to silent her voice in your dreams. You departed on this very island in order to allow you to forgive yourself."

The first voice spoke again:

"But you know it all too well. What you did that day will not be forgiven. Not by her, not by you. You marked yourself that day. Nowdays you have come to cherish your intellect and morales, but they are all just a quise to hide the true beast inside you from everyone else.

Both you and your friend found your way to this island, and you are both about to withness the day when two ancient powers are finally freed and will take their vengeance on this world. And you, murderous orc, will be aiding them in their vengeance."


Ga'Rin grasped his head and tried to keep Kerrah intact. He was fading away and instead the character floating in the void turned more and more into that young soldier who had killed the woman. His skin turned more bright green, his eyes began to glow yellow, his tusks grew in size.

Kerrah was struggling to sruvive. Ga'Rin could feel him trying to make his way back into the mind, but it was helpless. He would be locked away in the edges of the soul until it would die. Just like that night elf tried to do to the Masters...

"Ga'Rin. Wake up and watch in front of you."

The orc did as told. In front of him sat a suit of armor, burning red with fire, and a sword, glowing faintly. He knew what to do, taking off his assasin gear and listening to the voices.

"These items were worn a long time ago by our champion. He was slain by an elf in battle, and the armor has been without a better wearer since then. Prove yourself worthy to carrying it..."

Ga'Rin was inside the armor already. He grasped the sword and swang it playfully. Suddenly a dozen felhounds ran from the shadows. The orc could not help but smile inside the horned helm. One of the beasts leaped at him, he impaled its body with the sword.

Suddenly the rest of the monsters were running at him. Ga'Rin leapt at one of them, slicing it heavily. Another jumped at him from the side, causing a disturbance in his planned attack but leaving his new armor completely undamaged.

The orc retribured by puncing the felhound heavily, sending it flying towards another of its kind. Two tried to attack him from the behind, but he rolled out of their way and put his sword ready, catching them while flying and cutting both them in two halves.

The battle was over all too soon. Ga'Rin was alrady planning to ask for more from his Masters, but then a creature leaped at him from the darkness. A doomguard, Ga'Rin thought, what a fine challenge! The thing had stricken the demon armor with all its might, but the suit was completely undamaged. The orc turned around and attacked quickly, forcing the demon to retreat. He charged onwards before it could gather its balance back and cut its body open, spilling demon blood all over.

"Good! Now go, Ga'Rin the Corrupt! Bring death to your enemies, even if they were once your closest allies."

Ga'Rin walked out of the chamber's open door, knowing he would do just that.


You know I had it coming.

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Old 04-04-2007, 09:51 AM
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Loss and Find


Captain Hamunar stood behind the pillar. This ambush would determine whether his place in the west wing of the fortress was going to be lost or not. The demons walked the hallway slowly, as if knowing the crusaders were waiting for them. Hamunar had chosen his best soldiers for this assignment, knowing its importance fully well.

The suddenly a giant step brought the draenei back to reality. The whispers of a Pit Lord were correct. The beast caught the rest of the demons and began to lead them among the hallway. The demons behind it could be heard, humming an unholy marching tune.

Hamunar watched to his left and right, the soldiers were horrified. He thought about running for a moment, but then jumped at the demons instead.

As hamunar flew trough the air, swinging his mace, he yelled the order to attack. The soldiers behind the pillars stood out and attacked as well. Hamunar landed next to a demon and killed it with a single blow. The demons were in a state of chaos for a moment, Hamunar knew this and did his best to exploit it as well as possible.

The Pit Lord yelled orders to its minions, but did not fight. It just walked trough the troops to the back of the group. Hamunar did not care, he kept on fighting. Soon the demons organised better and the Scarlet troops started dying. Hamunar fought his way trough the battle, trying to safe as many lives as possible.

Suddenly a doom guard jumped trough the crowd and hit the draenei in the shoulder with its burning blade. Hamunar fell to the ground and yelled: "Retreat! Tell the others to run away! Regroup at the ship!" Suddenly the demons were all over him. He just closed his eyes and got ready to die.

But none of them attacked him, they just intended on keeping him still.

Hamunar opened his eyes. The demons had gathered in a ring around him, the pit lord towering above them all. The dranei stood up and dusted his armor. He locked his eyes at the giant demon and asked: "What's the problem? Am I too hot for you to handle?"

The Pit Lord smiled and ordered some minion behind it: "Come forth. You final test awaits."

A single demon soldier, glad in burning red plate armor and carrying a giant runeblade, walked into the ring.

"Before you begin" the Giant Demon said, "I would like you, Dranei scum, to know that I enjoyed contributing in the destruction of your pitiful planet. And what a coincidence, here we have another person from that planet."

The soldier in front of Hamunar took out its helm to reveal the orc who lead the adventurers. The puzzled dranei had no chance to ask questions as the orc just put the helm back on and jumped at him.

Hamunar dodged the first charge by ducking to the right. He tried to counterattack by greeting the orc with his mace, but failed as the orc just started a second jump after hitting the ground. Hamnuar rose up and charged towards where the orc would be after landing again.

The orc was taken by the surprise caused by his opponent's speed, and got badly stricken by the mace. He hit the ground, but retaliated by swinging his sword, which cut Hamunar's leg badly.

The demons gasped at the dramatic situation. Both the contestants were laying on the ground, one trying to stop his leg from bleeding, the other trying to grasp his breath. The Pit Lord laughed manically.

The orc was up first, trying to finish Hamunar by decapitation. Hamunar rolled out of the way, jumped to his feet and attacked the orc feriously. The orc ducked under the mace swing and buried the runeblade in Hamunar's body.

The captain fell to the ground. The orc kicked him to the side, he flinched and yelled in pain. The demons all around the corridor began applauding immensely, the pit lord yelled for Ga'Rin to finish his enemy. The orc his his blade to the ground, creating a large crack. He said in clear demonic: "Let us leave him alive, I bet our Masters will want something to dine on when they are back among us."

The demons gathered around the wounded draenei and carried him away. The pit lord laughed in a voice that made the walls tremble. Ga'Rin smiled under his helmet.




Nara Spikehoof picked the footlocker up. It wasn't really heavy, but even she could sense there was power inside. It had once been locked, but the lock had already rusted to the point that Nara could break it with her bare hands. The footlocker creaked as she opened it and revealed the ring. It wasn't really ornate, but still seemed to invite everybody to gaze at it for all eternity.

"Good, now let's get it to that church!" Nara could hear sir Sherton saying. He was resting next to the hole, having dug his part of it long before, along with Tas'Nal and Lostrar Highsky. Hugo Glacierbrew and Mary Sliverberg had dug the second part along with Nara.

Suddenly, on the edge of the courtyard, a voice said: "Not so fast!"

Everyone turned towards the speaker, many of them grasped their weapons.

It was that Elven High Mystic, as Nara realised after jumping up from the hole. He was leaning at the wall, propably trying to look like he had been there for a while, waiting for them to finish digging the ring. He commented Sherton and Tas'Nal moving towards him, grasping their weapons, by saying: "Sorry, but you won't need those. I am not here to fight, and you know very well we can not afford to fight each other any more."

The paladin and the troll were clearly not surprised, but still stopped. The elf said: "If you are interested, captain Hamunar and his troops in the night elven city are in big danger, they are not going to last much longer. If we want to get that ring there, we'd better hurry.

Lostrar Highsky spoke for each of the adventurers, saying: "And who do you mean with 'we'?"

The elf laughed heartily and said: "Why, mortals of course."

The night elf continued, saying: "And what is there to ensure that certain mortals won't turn at the others after this ordeal?"

The scarlet mystic raised his oversized brows and asked: "Do you have a choise? The other possibility is to give the demons enough time to catch you, take the ring and get a new staging ground for their attacks on the mortal nations of Azeroth."

Suddenly miss Sliverberg stepped forwards and asked: "How do you know all that? How did you know where we are?"

The elf stepped pointed at liutenant Sliverberg and said: "I spy on each of my subordinates, her uniform has a 'bug' that allowed me to hear what you spoke." He then laughed another time, this time to Sliverberg's clear embarassment.

"So, do we have a deal?"
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"WHAT?" The giant demon overlord yelled. Many of the other demons in the room showed signs of dislike to the voice. This pit lord was definately not a bless to the ears of its minions.

The fel guard it had yelled at backed off a bit and repeated: "We burned down all the ships in the harbor soon enough, but unfortunately the two groups of mortals have allied and sailed away in the large ship the others came here with. We checked the castle courtyard, there was a hole where the orc told us the key would be, but it was empty."

The pit lord looked at the ceiling of the room, muttering to itself, and almost without realising it itself, drew its weapon and drove it trough the fel guard's head.

Awweron was praying forgiveness from its Masters. They were always there, watching after it, waiting for a reason to give all power to the orc they liked so much. They had already given it all the hell the world could contain when it had killed the baron too hastily.

No one else in the room heard the telepathical calls of the Masters, but the pit lord was cowering from them like he was in front of a titan.

Suddenly the two orcs entered the room. While the warrior was emotionless, the warlock smiled broadly at the cowering pit lord. He yelled to the air: "Masters! Does this mean the ring has once again escaped the blob's grasp?"

There was no answer, but instead Awweron rose up and turned at the two orcs. "It is not your time yet, little beast." It said. "The masters think you are too lusty of power for your own good."

The warlock ignored this and said: "What do the demons say about the surface of the island? From you being scolded I presume that the mortals have escaped with the ring." He did not even require an answer.

"You burned down all the ships too, right?" He continued. The pit lord nodded, looking like it was ready to destroy the whole fort around it in its anger.

"I happen to know one vessel that is still sailable. The ship I and my companions arrived here is behind the cliff in the forest. Tell a cadre of your troops to quickly board it while I cast a portal spell to move another cadre to wait the enemies in their destination, a coastal town in Silverpine Forest called Finback."

The pit lord seemed puzzled. The Warlock explained: "As their former member, my friend here knows that it's the closest port to Dalaran and it's where they'll land, since it's deserted. A scarlet crusade ship will draw unwanted attention if they land it in an inhabited port.

Awweron was confused by all the information, but commanded his troops as instructed. This time it did not want to fail. Its reputation would be gone forever if a mortal warlock would become its superior.



Tas'Nal watched from the shade as a group of demons marched to the tunnel leading to the mines. Another one followed them, lead by the orc Warlock. He waited for the demons to vanish from view and for the doors of the ancient elven fort to shut down before he sneaked to the little coven behind a rock where the others were hiding.

Nara Spikehoof, Lostrar Highsky, Hugo Glacierbrew, Mary Sliverberg, Eliza Ashbank, William Sherton and Andulias Shadowleaf sat there in a silence so thick, one could have cut slices off it with a dagger. Nobody had been happy with this little alliance, and captain Krixxiz had left with the Scarlet Ship, saying he was no help to them there anyway.

Tas'Nal raised his thumb to tell everyone their little ruse had worked. The demons would use the orcish ship the Scarlets had spotted before landing, thinking the ring was being taken to Dalaran for destruction. While this happened, the fort was almost undefended, which would give the adventurers a chance to sneak in, find the altar and return the ring to Elune.

Everyone rose up and followed Tas'Nal, walking by the edge of the cavern to the hole the scarlet attack had left in the fort's wall. Two demons stood, guarding the way in without any particular zeal, none of them was even looking outside from the hole. The troll gave way for miss Ashbank and the elf, who prepared spells and dispatched the guards without breaking a sweat.

When they got inside, the group started conversing where in the keep the altar would be. Sir Sherton said: "You have to note that this part in which we were imprisoned seems to be an armory of sorts. I think it won't be in this wing for sure. We can't afford to lose anyone, so we have to move in a single group. Let's check each wing seperately, since ancient Night Elves were spiritual people, they propably had a wing devoted to their religion."

Everybody agreed. As they started moving onwards, Tas'Nal thought he saw movement outside the keep, but there was no one there when he checked it again.



"Calling this an altar is like calling the Maelstrom a little rain." Lostrar Highsky said as the eight people stood there, looking at the giant room built to tell every person who would see it that elves could build from stone. William Sherton agreed with the statement completely. Though, he didn't know it, a normal shrine built for Elune was small and modest, while this one looked more like a giant cathedral built by humans.

The ceiling was so high that looking up made the looker lose all feeling of reality. There were no windows, since the room was underground, but instead there were large blue crystals placed in the walls. Twelve giant pillars rose from the sides of the room, towering all the way to the ceiling. In the other side of the room, opposite to the door, was the actual altar. A large crystal, like the ones in the walls, but spherical, resembling a moon, was positioned over it.

Sherton took the ring out of his pocket and walked across the room. When it was gone, they would use a portal Shadowleaf would create to travel to the Scarlet Battleship. A "teleport anchor" was a good thing to have. Suddenly a loud voice spoke in the room.

"It is good you have brough the ring to me." Sherton knew (from what he had talked with the others this far) Elune was a god of moon, but had always charactered her female, though this voice was clearly male.

The night elf behind him said: "Elune? You can't be her." The others seemed to be checking the door, but the voice had not come from there.

The mysterious voice said: "No, I am not. Even though I did give the ring you carry to the elves, I lied about my identity. Or to be more precise, I never corrected their believes I was Elune."

Though he wanted to get rid of the ring rather than talk, Sherton asked: "Who are you then?"

The voice was silent for a moment and then answered: "I am another power of order and light, though not from this world. I saw the destruction and chaos this world was suffering with a long time ago. I saw the night elves pray for their goddess. I knew she could not help them, so I did it myself."

Highsky asked: "You gave them the ring?"

The voice said totally neutrally: "Yes. I saw that I could maybe slow the advance of chaos in this universe a little by doing it. I was right, the advance would have been faster if the two immensely powerful demons in this keep would not have been caged. But time is running short. Give the ring to me, even though destroying it would also make the locks open, I can cleanse it of the evil curse that the demons brough to it, which returns it here if nobody sees after it. Then I'll transport it to a place where it will not be found."

Sherton walked forwards, stretching his hand at the altar, which he had identified as the source of the voice.

Suddenly someone behind him yelled: "STOP!"

Sherton did stop and turned around, it was Liutenant Sliverberg. She was suddenly standing there, looking at the altar as if it could turn into a destructive golem at will. She explained: "We have been fooled enough during this quest. That voice is not who it claims to be. And besides, it hasn't even said who it is!"

Sherton sighed and turned at the altar, saying: "Tell us who you are. I don't want to be tricked either."

It was silent for a moment, then a small flying rune-looking shape appeared in front of the altar. "This is a picture of me. I am a being you mortals call a Naaru. Some of you may know my race. We fight the burning legion alongside other races. I am sent by other of my kind to see over this world a long time ago. Though I can not move there myself, I have helped behind the scenes many times.

If you want a name as well, you can call me A'ruk."

Sherton did not need any more information, though he had never heard of the naaru. He stretched his hand onwards, holding the ring. A light shone from the giant crystal ball in front of him, as if a hand was stretching to recieve it.

BANG!

The ball shattered. A spell had flown right past Sherton's shoulder and destroyed it. The light disappeared.

From the entrance, a voice said: "Sorry, but I can't accept you dooming our Masters into eternal emprisonment." Sherton turned around to see two large beings, the Warlock and an armored being that resembled an orc by its figure.

Everyone grabbed their weapons or readied spells. The warlock laughed and said: "Do we always have to resolve to violence? Whether you fight or not, we will end in the same ending, my Masters being freed and their reign of chaos beginning. Your stupid armies may be holding the Legion in Outland, but if their backs are attacked..."

Sherton did not know what an outland was, but rather walked to the front of the group and said: "You may have defeated us last time, but I won't underestimate you this time."

The warlock did not even give a responce, but rather nodded at his ally, who jumped towards the adventurers in front of him, heaving his giant sword.
Epic Cliffhanger!
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