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Old 10-16-2009, 02:29 AM
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Where have we gone wrong? Were we simply not powerful enough?

These thoughts crossed Alagos' mind as he was walking down the stairs. For all they knew, they were the last survivors of the Quel'dorei. What few refuges managed to reach them reported of a terrible destruction. Silvermoon was gone, as was Sunwell, something every one of them was able to feel, a withdrawl that weakened them. Some of the elders were barely able to stand, even the Farstriders hadn't fared much better. And now, the Scourge had them surrounded.

He looked around. This fortified spire was built by the Goldleaf family during the troll wars as a safe haven. It had seen a number of troll incursions in the past, but none managed to break past its walls and the Goldleafs often used it as a base of operations against troll savages. The Scourge was a different beast though - their attacks were relentless and unending. They would beat the undead back, but every time, they would lose a few defenders - a few that they simply couldn't replace. He knew that sooner or later, the walls would crumble and the spire would fall, the last of the Quel'dorei dead... or worse.

"Lord Goldleaf!" Alagos turned to face a farstrider he had sent on a scouting mission a few days earlier. "Ah, your party has returned. Report."

The scout straightened. "The lower villages are crawling with the enemy, my lord. We only managed to secure a few crates of arrows and some food, but..."

"Yes?" Alagos inquired after the scout paused.

The scout sighed "...we lost Mavren, my lord."

Damn it. Another good soldier lost and all they gained was a few crates, something that would barely last them a day at this rate. If only they could... his thoughts were interrupted by a guard yell "SCOURGE!"

In a moment, Alagos cleared his thoughts and started barking out orders. Archers were already on the walls, every civilian that could fight had a weapon in his hand and running towards allocated position, engineers, who were strengthening wall cracks from previous assaults, backed off and started aiming Ballistas. Only a few seconds later, The gates shook as the waves upon waves of enemies hit them. Some archers were freezing abominations on their way up the slope so that magisters could rip them apart with their arcane powers.

Alagos looked around and noticed a larger concentration of enemies, Necromancers summoning undead and sending them to the walls. He signaled a couple of magisters and walked to an elevated platform overlooking the walls with them. He wasn't one of the Seven for no reason and it was time to help. He cleared his mind and conjured a cloud above the Necromancers. Small at first, then increasingly larger. Magisters started channeling their powers into him and he felt his concentration grow - the cloud darkened and whirled, suddenly unleashing a wave of lightning, scorching the nearest necromancer, then proceeding to tear others apart. Summoning was interrupted and they woudn't use that pile of corpses this attack again.

"How do you like death now?" he grinned. But his sense of victory was shortlived. A massive explosion blew up a portion of the west wall.

"MEAT WAGONS! TAKE THEM OUT!" he yelled towards ballistas while jumping from the platform. Cursing Scourge's alchemical knowledge, he signaled a group of soldiers in reserve to hold the crack, but by the time they reached it, the Dead were already pouring through. Magisters focused on keeping the arches safe, while Alagos prepared another storm to help. But just as he was about to cast, he noticed a face. A rotten face, but one he would recognize anytime. Golden hair was still flowing down the corpse's back and those eyes... sad, yet... empty, as if the very soul of the person had been sucked out, as if it were nothing but a puppet, controlled from elsewhere. "Evelyn" he whispered. His beloved wife was at Windrunner spire at the time of the attack. He had hoped that lord Windrunner would get them away on a ship, that somehow... that somehow at least she would survive. Now he was facing the truth - they were alone. Their allies abandoned them, their powers were gone and soon, this refuge would fall as well. The time of Quel'dorei was nearing its end. But he would be damned if he let anyone become another mindless minion of the enemy. No, they would go down in a blaze of glory, making Arthas pay for everything they did, taking everyone with them. He aimed a fireball at his fallen wife, incinerating her in the spot. As the corpse burned before his eyes, he could almost see the eyes flicker with life for a moment and the lips shaping into a grateful smile. Then, she was gone.

"Magisters!" he yelled, pulling them out of combat as the soldiers struggled to keep the dead at bay. When they were gathered up, he shared his thoughts.

"How long do you think we can hold this?" he said.

Magistrix Aminel was the first to answer: "We might keep them away this try, sir, but we are exhausted, archers are running out of arrows and those few soldiers we have left won't be able to keep them away alone."

"And how many of you want to become a mindless servant of the enemy?" Alagos pushed.

Sepethrea quickly responded with an angry voice: "We'd rather blow ourselves up and take the Scourge with us, my lord!"

"Good, because that's exactly what I plan on doing," Alagos reacted. He could see the shock on faces of his magisters, but he could also see determination. He continued: "If we pull people back to the spire, we'd have Scourge close in for the kill. Still, we'll need a few hours to prepare every... oh you've got to be kidding me!" The change in his tone prompted magisters to turn around, only to see a wave of Gargoyles hit down on the unsuspecting archers, while a frost wyrm froze half the east wall.

If they didn't get a few hours, they'd never make it. The gates gave in to constant pounding and skeletons started pouring in. Magisters were already busy blasting enemies away, but they were simply too many. A young mage was impaled by a Death Knight leading the assault, while the skeletons and ghouls were shredding the archers.

"FALL BACK!" His voice echoed through the fortress, while his mind was racing through options. The frost wyrm changed his course and headed straight for him, casually ripping apart an archer who was just aiming his flaming arrow at the great dead beast. Alagos gathered his last remaining strength and started casting a pyroblast, hoping to get it off in time.

Suddenly, the Frost Wyrm stopped and released a terrible shriek, then turned into a ball of fire and exploded, wiping out his gargoyle escort. Alagos stood there for a moment, wondering what just happened, when two Dragonhawks passed just above his head and raced off to fight other targets. As one of them turned, he could see the shield - a phoenix, the symbol of the High Guard. He thought the High King was killed, the Silvermoon had fallen... and yet, here were the Sunstrider's elite forces.

An explosion ripped a hole in Scourge lines, followed by a huge pillar of flame engulfing its flank. In the distance, he could see banners of the High Guard and a Hawkstrider brigade pushing into the enemy rear.

"FORM LINE! HOLD POSITION!" he yelled with renewed hope. If they can only last a few more minutes... More pillars of fire engulfed the forests below and a large group of dragonhawks joined the advancing two in a fierce aerial combat with gargoyles. The undead, caught between determined defenders and the advancing High Guard, were finally defeated. As the remaining pockets of the Scourge were being decimated, Alagos saw a figure walk in, escorted by a couple of elite Spellbreakers. He quickly recognized his saviour and proceeded to bow.

"Prince Kael'Thas, that was a perfect timing. We would have surely been defeated if you hadn't arrived when you did."

Kael's grim face lightened up for a moment. "You are the first that we've found alive. That's first good news in weeks."

"But... how did you... I mean, we cannot access Sunwell, we could barely cast a few Frostbolts, yet you managed to burn the entire assaulting force in minutes." Alagos wondered.

"We found a way to use enemy's arcane powers against them." Kael turned towards the ranks behind him. "Rommath, join us." He turned back towards Alagos, while the young cloaked magister pushed through the lines and walked towards them. "We have much to discuss, lord Goldleaf. This land is dying, but there is word of an Alliance force planning to retake Dalaran - and that city may be our only hope for survival right now."

Alagos looked at him for a moment, pondering what this would mean - with no Sunwell, Dalaran may well have the highest concentration of ley lines in the world... well, at least the accessible part of the world. He lost his share of people to this strange sickness, he wouldn't want to lose more. "I agree, my prince. Please," he gestured towards the spire gate, "let us discuss these matters inside." As the three turned towards the stairs, he caught a magister in a corner of his eye, somehow draining the captured necromancer of his mana. Interesting, could this be what prince Kael was talking about? He hastened his pace to catch up with visitors.
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Old 10-16-2009, 08:12 AM
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Nice to see a fic from you tufy, is it me or you recycled a character from your old mod?
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Old 10-16-2009, 09:55 AM
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Actually, this was one of the early cutscenes from the High Elven campaign. I felt that it would be sad to see the story go completely untold and what better place to post it than here?
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Old 10-16-2009, 10:45 AM
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Actually, this was one of the early cutscenes from the High Elven campaign. I felt that it would be sad to see the story go completely untold and what better place to post it than here?
Frankly I think it a very good idea, I was intruigued by that mod's plot.
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