Mi'Lady

"Mi'lady, he has returned...." said a blood elf rogue. Sylvanas turned to the messenger, confused, until she saw the Apothecarium emblem he wore. "Bring him in," she hissed. "I suppose he’s bound to me after all." The young druid walked in, clad in Night Elven robes, and a large crystal stave crafted by the Keeper Remulos. The tauren had horns of gleaming white and crescent shaped, and his fur was a dark caramel color. "Well met, Mi'lady. It has been long since you've last seen me," said the druid. "I wasn't expecting you, Alaston. I assumed after I sent you away you would’ve gotten the message." She spoke in a voice that could chill to one's very soul. All the Royal Forsaken Guard in the room turned to see what was going on. "Do you wish me to leave, then'" he said in a semi-serious tone. "I may not have expected you, but I've still always thought over this moment if it were to ever come." "I wish to serve you Mi'lady." he said. His demanding tone was not commonplace in the royal chamber. Therefore, the guards had a hushed gasp under their breath. The aura of the room started to fill with an unseen demonic essence. The lights went to a dim flicker. The demon known as Varimathras approached the platform upon which the Queen of the Forsaken stood. He inspected Alaston with a disapproving expression. The Royal Guard all had their hands on their blades, for this demon had a short leash. "Mi'lady, the apothecaries have made new developments in the...project you requested they start since the re-opening of the Dark Portal." Varimathras stood behind the Tauren druid, still having a disapproving glint in his eyes. "Watch it, Varimathras. He is my personal company. I told you in the plague lands when I caught you, you'd be on a short leash. Those rules still apply." Sylvanas spoke abruptly taking the guards out of their daze. Varimathras walked back to the shadows, now with a glint of annoyance in his eyes. "Now then, if you plan to be part of the Forsaken Ranks I require something of you" Sylvanas continued to Alaston. "And that would be....." he said inquisitively, not showing any signs of fear for what she might ask of him. "....Your pure dedication and allegiance, I have more pressing tasks for you to accomplish. Those tasks require that you'd have to finish using any means necessary. Now then it seems I have something requiring my attention. I shall send you with someone to show you the city." The guards were very disturbed and caught off guard by the Dark Lady's warmth. Alaston was entirely unsure if she was disgusted or trying to be warm. "Now then, who would go with the druid'" She inquired. "I will, Mi'lady," said her sister banshee follower. "Very well then, Sharlindra, Take Alaston on a tour and give him a place to set himself up," said Sylvanas. "Of course, also, the topic of my allegiance is of no question, of course, seeing as you've always had it." Alaston followed Sharlindra. They had continued out of the chamber through a winding hall. They made it out to the Apothecarium and he finally took in the environment. He had seen some of the city on his way in but he never expected this. Undercity was of great proportion, built all below the ruins of Lordaeron and partly under Lordamere Lake; it had small waterfalls of ooze pouring into the canals of plagued water. It was separated into six sections, not including the ruins. The whole city was guarded by the occasional forsaken guard and abominations making up the bulk. Not actually seeing an abomination before long enough to see its characteristics he asked Sharlindra about them. "What are abominations exactly'" he inquired. "They are great warriors. Most of ours were once part of the scourge, but now are free. As you can see they are sewn from many different corpses, the only problem that I find is that their insides protrude their stomachs. I find it unpleasant, but they're nice idiots all the same." She spoke in a tone similar to her queen. "If you were all part of the scourge, where are the necromancers, liches, and crypt fiends' I'd find it likely that they would be here," Alaston stated in a curious manner. "Not all of the scourge is mindless; many are loyal to the Lich King, by free-will, such as his loyal Lich Kel'thuzad. Most necromancers and liches follow him. Crypt fiends follow Anub'Arak, who is also a close ally of The Lich King. None dare betray them nor would they most likely ever wish to." Sharlindra seemed to get a little uneasy speaking the name of The Lich King. Interrupting her distressed thoughts, Alaston asked, "So where shall I be staying'" "Oh, of course. I drifted off there for a moment. It'll have to be in the middle ring for now, till Mi'lady can find a suitable place closer to the royal quarter. "Sharlindra said, still dwelling on the thought of The Lich King. They walked to the middle ring, receiving greetings from every direction from various forsaken and other members of the Horde. "Ah, here we are. It may not be the best accommodations but it's all we have for the time being." They reached a small home built into the middle ring walls with a great stained glass window bearing the emblem of the forsaken. It had doors large enough for even the biggest tauren. They walked in and they entered a parlor with a living room off to the side next to a study, and a kitchen with a place for dining as well. In the middle of the parlor lay a winding staircase leading to a bedroom." I've had the auctioneers and shopkeepers informed if you require anything, that the bill be sent to the treasury. Is there anything else you need'" "No, it seems to have everything I need. I do have one question though. Will I have access to the Apothecarium's lower facilities' I know they have many tools that could further extend my alchemical knowledge," Alaston asked in an innocently. "Unfortunately, most are unwelcome to the lower facilities. Since the start of the new plague were engineering to exterminate the Scourge. But you may use our well equipped secondary facilities outside the royal quarter entrance. As for the lower facilities, I can try and see if I can get access for you," Sharlindra said in an uneasy tone as if trying to conceal something. Yet Alaston paid no heed to it, knowing that if he was meant to know something not regarding him it wasn't his place to inquire. "So then I suppose I should let you get back to Sylvanas I'll most likely head out to the ruins to see Lordaeron's history. Possibly head out to Tirisfal Glade and see if anyone requires my attention." "Of course I shall inform Mi'lady of where you've gone accordingly. You know where to find us." Sharlindra floated out closing the door on her way out while Alaston put some of his charms and trinkets on the furniture already there. Alaston exited his home and locked the door; he continued to the main circle and took the elevators up into the Ruins of Lordaeron. He passed the resting place of the last true King of Lordaeron, King Terenas Menthil II, and then he managed to reach the throne room. He felt the souls of all the fallen human's that weren't slain by the Lich King's enchanted blade Frostmourne. He sensed the blade's evil magic still haunting the Throne room it's still lingering power where it took the soul of Lordaeron's Last True King. The power that still lingered of Frostmourne filled the air. A swirl of wind emblazoned with a hint of death came from the druid releasing Frostmourne's still lingering grasp. He closed his eyes exhausted from that burst of unknown energy. Alaston had gone into a meditative state upon the Crest of Lordaeron. "Blackwind," a small voice whispered. Alaston opened his eyes to see a wisp of Tirisfal. It floated about him with a cheery mood; most other wisps found throughout the glade were gloomy, which made this one seem out of place. "You are Alaston Blackwind" it paused. “You must find the young boy. He shall come in a package most unexpected. He needs you to save him" the wisp paused again. "He shall come within the days of death. If you wish to save him you must prepare, YOU must find your past and take it back and find who YOU are!" the wisp faded after using too much of its power to come un-summoned. "Wait, How can I find me!'" Alaston got the strength to stand up once again now even more concerned with his past and what the wisp had told him. "What did he mean'" Alaston sorted through his mind what he remembered. "A young boy, days of death, find myself....what does it all mean..." Alaston sighed "Maybe I've just been sitting here too long I should probably go rest." Alaston walked back to his home and went to sit upon his chair in the living room. Alaston fell into a deep slumber going through all the events he remembered of his life. "Alaston...Alaston! Wake up, you idiot. You've been sleeping for two days. Are you alive or are you dead'" the mysterious voice shook him. "If he's dead, at least we can make him a forsaken, I suppose..." the voice continued. Alaston awoke, meeting Sharlindra's eyes "Where am I, and what's going on'" "You've been in a deep sleep muttering to yourself, it has been.......two days, what happened'” "I'm not exactly sure of it all, but I'm fine now. What have I missed'" Alaston said still sleepy from his two day vacation. “Sylvanas requires you at Tarren Mill. The alliance has taken the outlying points of interest and are planning to take the rest of Hillsbrad, which is Tarren Mill," she informed him. "Shall I be in my regular regalia'" "No. Mi'lady has put you in charge of this operation. Take this General Regalia, for you are now a General of the Forsaken." The banshee said confidently. "Now get dressed our transport shall be here any moment.” "You'll be coming, then'" he said in small disbelief. "Of course, Mi'lady will want a full battle report of this day. It seems our transport has come." She said pulling Alaston out the door. The transport resembled a meat wagon, but it was much more refined seeing as it was for the higher ranking members of the Forsaken. It was drawn by four of the fastest skeletal horses you could find in Tirisfal Glade. They all had the stench of undeath with a slight glow from the necromancy that had raised them. They started riding through Undercity to Tirisfal Glade almost into Silverpine when Sharlindra realized how slow they were going." Why are we going so slow Bartholomew!" "I'm sorry Mi'lady but the horses aren't accustomed to…..so much weight." He remarked in a sympathetic tone. "Don't worry Sharlindra I've got this, Bartholomew stop for a moment so I may exit." he said in a cheery tone. He then got out and said "I'll be waiting for you outside Hillsbrad." "How do you plan on beating us'" she remarked "We druids have our ways." At that he transformed into a creature that resembled a cheetah. He raced far ahead of the carriage, beating them to the border as he expected. When they finally caught up the banshee remarked" These roads are patrolled by the Alliance so we will need a good distraction to get their attention off of the road long enough for us to finish our passage." "Very well. I have just the friends to do it." Alaston said, he started chanting an incantation; a group of bears then came from the trees, ready to serve the druid. "Now my forest friends distract these patrols so I may pass with my company." The bear rushed forth clawing at the humans blinding them temporarily. Alaston smirked as they passed the blinded humans. Once they reached Tarren Mill Alaston saw it was a shabby small town along a river. It had a church two small homes and one larger home serving as an Inn for travelers of the Horde. It was a rundown place not of the well maintained status it once held as an alliance town. The roofs were turned from a bright red to a sickly faded gray. The windows and siding falling apart beaten and battered, an Inn Keeper had no actual place for people to stay or even cook all he had was a campfire next to the graveyard. "According to the Executor stationed here we have a force of about two hundred, most of which are from the guard and some travelers. The stats from what she has seen are thirty warlocks, twenty shadow priests, one hundred Forsaken Guard, and twenty five warriors. Also we have an Orc...." Sharlindra was suddenly cut off by a Blood elf who ran into Alaston. "Wait. I've come to fight for The Dark Lady!" said the elf. "And who are you elf' You’re a Death Knight from the looks of it." Alaston remarked, holding the elf's shoulders. “I am Senias Shadowbane, I wish to aid you in your cause against the Alliance. I have heard many stories of you, druid. They all tell me you shall be on the winning side," he finished. Senias was clothed in dark armor with sapphire-like gems encrusted into the breastplate. He carried a black blade, stained in blood with glowing blue runes. "Very well, go up with the Orc warrior." He looked at Sharlindra to see her reaction to the death knight. Of course he saw an annoyed but impressed, look upon her face. He then walked over to the church steps. "I call upon you, Forsaken, to rally up against this foe. We must hold our land at all costs. Not only for the Forsaken, but for the Horde, Show them our Might!" The warriors rallied in great cheer at the words he spoke. "Now prepare for battle, my brethren. You shadow priests channel me so I may call forth a storm to block the light they desire." Alaston remained confident and look upon the horizon seeing the flames of war. .The Druid's storm had set in, making the river rise, set in well enough to start saturating the ground, lightning struck on the field here and there. The rain was cold as Northrend's icy waters; the bright light of the sun had turned to a dim glow. Midday's sun had just about arrived above the storm, and the Alliance was ready to fight. The battlefield was now set and the scales of war seemed to tip towards the Horde. "This battle shall be a memorable battle, my warriors. Make your final preparations for Midday has come!" Alaston called out in a fierce roar. At that, the Alliance marched forth from Southshore upon the small town. The Forsaken were clearly outnumbered by the Alliance, for wave after was sent. It started with small waves of twenty progressing larger to seventy five. Blood filled the river, turning it to a crimson red. Swords of the fallen strewn across the field, while Alaston and the death knight fought valiantly together. Alaston swiped from every direction while the death knight had him accompanied by a small army of the dead he summoned. By night many had fallen, the strength of the forsaken dwindled as quickly as their numbers. They started at two hundred, but now reached a low of forty. The battle had a small pause for the alliance to regroup and amass its final assault. "Sharlindra, report, how many of each do we still have'" Alaston said panting. "By my count ten warlocks, five shadow priests, ten warriors, then you, the death knight, the orc, the executioner, and myself. We may lose this battle so I shall have the transports ready," Sharlindra said, trying to get everyone grouped together. "Sylvanas said to complete my task by any means necessary, if that means fighting alone then very well. But I want you all fighting till you've lost all your hope," Alaston bellowed in a harsh tone. The wind then picked up a strength of which none upon that battlefield had seen before. The Alliance had now amassed right at their doorstep with an estimated two hundred men on their final assault. "Go, my mages. Let’s see how this druid can fight with his poor forests burned to ash," the Archmage in control of the Alliance assault boomed. "I shall detriment this druid in one way or another; their small crippling force cannot match our strength. Not now. Alaston's was already enraged, and his adrenaline pumping. The storm was now turning into a blistering wind accompanied by hail. Alaston turned to see the forests being burned before his eyes. The trees were almost burnt sticks of charcoal. “My warriors, charge!” he called. "They shall pay dearly for their sins, For The Forsaken and For the Horde!" They charged into the battlefield and were instantly assaulted heavily by the large force of humans. Within the first few moments the executioner and the Orc warrior had fallen from grievous wounds. "Fight on my warriors you must fight on!" The forsaken ranks fell much faster than anticipated, the humans had pulled out every last man they could it seems. "You shall pay for you crimes, humans. You shall pay for all my brethren you have slain and the forest you have killed!" Alaston roared in grief and great anger. Alaston's eyes turned to a crimson red, as if they had taken in the blood of the fallen. The great storm of emotion he held pushed back his remaining forces and slit through to the bone of every human out there that dark day. The battlefield was now pitch black, only lit by the burning trees and the fire bolts the mages slung at them. Alaston had gone into a primordial state of madness. As the harsh winds cut through the very armor the humans once made, Alaston turned into a bear and swept his claws into their throats, gashing them out five at a time. He finally eliminated the warriors. He had then reached the very mages who set flame to the forests. He roared and a great wind sharp as blades fell upon them. Emblazoned with death, it killed the mages most instantly. The only one who was left was the Archmage who had led the assault. "Please, druid. Spare me, I did not mean to invoke your wrath. My superiors simply tasked me to win over this land. I had no prior intention to burn the forests!" he was bleeding out slowly. "Why should I even think of sparing you human! You have invoked my wrath.....the wind itself!" Alaston said, still on the fringe of pure madness. "Please, great druid. I beg of you: spare me!" he cried, his tears going into his wounds. "I plead to your sympathy, Spare me!" Alaston looked deep within the Mage's eyes, seeing the last flickers of life within them. He started to regain his sanity and looked back at the mage. "Ugh, I am sorry Archmage. I had gone to the beast’s instinct.” He picked up the Archmage and stuck him upon his horse. "If you ever come back, I warn you I shall not be so merciful.” Alaston was now calming from this great slaughter he had made. He sent the horse back to Southshore where the Archmage could be treated. "Sharlindra, go report to Sylvanas that the battle has been won and the tenuous peace has been restored," Alaston said, walking over to Sharlindra. "Won't you come with us" Senias asked. "I suspect after this damage to the land I should try and heal it to the best of my abilities. I'd prefer to not leave it in such a dire state. As for you, Senias, I bestow upon you for your bravery and courage a recommendation. Sharlindra, make sure he finds a place to stay within Undercity, If not possible, give him my room." "Of course, Alaston. I shall see to it immediately. Come Senias, we have much to talk of," Sharlindra said floating off. Alaston then found a place amongst the tress and looked up at the night sky. He laid there until the sun rose once again. It was now a feverish pink and orange, showing that much blood was split. Alaston walked back to make sure all the survivors were all right. The river was now once again pure crystal water. The trees were now growing once from Alaston's rejuvenation spells, and the bodies of the fallen buried properly. "Druid the Archmage has come. He carries a white banner." a remaining guard said. "I mean no harm, and though I have no right to ask this but I shall." He was upon his great white steed behind Alaston in the shadows." We have lost.... a boy. He was originally from Stormwind and managed to escape. We believe he may be of some importance but have gotten no word on him from our superiors. I ask this as an ordinary; not an emissary of the Alliance. I would not tempt your wrath once again by having a scouting party enter Horde controlled lands to find him." Alaston was very dreary from this long event. He turned to the mage, managing a smile. "I, as your “friend”, must tell you that you were right in that you had no right to ask. Yet I seek a young boy as well, not for any wrong purpose. The spirits of the trees have come to me, and they gave me a message. I was told there was a young boy who needed me to rescue him." Alaston turned back to the shadows, continuing his attempts to make a potion to restore some of the grievous wounds his men endured. "I thank you, yet as your acquaintance I must introduce myself formally, I suppose. I am an ex-mage of the Kirin Tor, my name is Sylvior," he said in a warm mood. "I should return the courtesy; I myself am a Druid of the Horde and Cenarion Circle. Alaston, I had no last name I knew of but the wisp had called me Alaston Blackwind." "Very well. If you do find the boy, come to Southshore with him and we can speak of why he is here, and maybe get some answers." The Archmage turned and left the Druid to his alchemy. As night drew Alaston said his farewells and started his journey back to Undercity. Normally he could have swam across the lake and saved himself time, yet he needed to think. The sky was a deep blue with all the tiny little stars, all telling a story of a battle or hero. He wondered the earth mother, had him in her story as a druid of immense power and her own personal healer of even the smallest creature. He walked along the roads of Silverpine Forests, seeing the plague of the scourge still holding the trees in its grasp. The tree's bark was curved outwards, the air still reeking of death. Nothing was free from the taint nor would it be for a long while. When he finally returned to reality he saw that he was no longer in the forests but in the sewer entrance to Undercity. It was a cold, damp place to be but he continued onward to the Apothecarium. It seemed the whole city was in a great cheer. Alaston crept through to the Royal Quarter in every dark corner he could find. "I see you're back. Not enjoying the company or even the glory you would get from the others'" Sylvanas remarked in a dark corridor. "I suppose Sharlindra told you of the battle'" "Yes... though I would have expected you would've fled from the battle if things got grim. I did tell you to follow out every order, doing all in your power. But I did not expect that you would actually risk your life for such a small place." Sylvanas spoke in a dark tone, still obvious she was proud of her new General. "Mi'lady is there anything else you require' If not I'd like to ask for a small leave of absence." Alaston asked timid and wearily. "Though I regret letting you leave, seeing as you could do so much more, I shall grant the request. You've more than earned this as a reward." Sylvanas actually seemed to be lightening up around Alaston. Though she dare not admit to it, she did have her touching moments. "Thank you Mi'lady. I shall be back within two days time. If you do need something done I won't be gone till morn." Alaston then bowed and walked through the shadows trying to avoid much contact with the outside. Alaston went out into the Ruins of Lordaeron where his new quest had begun. He went into the old city ruins. They were a very deep gray, crumbling from the very foundation. Every door was knocked off its hinges, clawed at from the outside. Green plague mist appeared in piles of ashy corpses, while meat wagons, clothes still sitting in the tailor, dying trees, and the tops of towers still lying amongst the ruins. Alaston kept walking, until he reached old library ruins. He walked in and looked through the thousands of books it held. He finally reached a blockaded section. Alaston quickly dispatched the barricade and continued inside. This section of the library was a vault of arcane secrets and knowledge. They contained knowledge of the spirit, battle, old wars, and many forgotten events. "Anar'endal shola Ande'thoras-ethil andu-falah-dor. Nordramal lakota'mani thane atal'ai. Bin mog-g'thala...." He was knocked over by a mysterious fireball, during his enchantment. "Enough young druid. Have you lost your sanity! I have followed you and heard of your struggle in these hallowed halls, but to think you would go this far" the ghost spoke. Alaston sat up, looking at the ghost of what seemed to be a fallen mage. "Who are you, spirit, and why do you care what I do" Alaston remarked getting up. "I was a Kirin Tor mage in life by the name of Lorthen. I was stationed here to make safe keeping of the knowledge here. Of course Arthas made short work of that. And now you wish to become like him' Giving up your Humanity'" the mage finished. "Well if you care so much' I am dissatisfied with my life and this wretched power." Alaston said, frustrated. "You are forgetting the dead hear and see all. Sylvanas' people still cared for her in death, some who cannot rest. They have come here and watched over her vigilantly. They know all of her secrets and desires. I bade you ask Sylvanas once you have found a suitable place where no one will be and one of her guardians shall speak with you." Lorthen recalled hearing about Sylvanas and Alaston. "I suppose she may answer my questions if I got her at the right moment...." Alaston said, unsure of what would come of this revelation. "Be advised, young one. You are always welcome within our fallen halls, and so is any other that you desire. You are one of the noblest people we have ever seen so we give you our hallowed halls as your sanctuary. If anything is needed I shall be here," the mage said regarding Alaston as some sort of great hero. Alaston nodded and thanked the mage for his hospitality and advice. Once he had exited the ruins Alaston returned to Undercity seeking Sylvanas. Once again he crept through the shadows to avoid any unnecessary attention. He arrived at a long hall draped in the finest silks and guarded by the finest forsaken warriors. He slipped by them with great ease, prowling through them encased in shadow unmatched in skill. He finally made it to the great doors of Sylvanas' quarters. Unguarded he knew that he would have the chance to speak with Sylvanas privately. Alaston knocked on The Dark Lady's grand door hoping she would open. "Who is it'!" Sylvanas yelled. "Mi'lady it is I Alaston." he said timidly. "Oh come in, I thought you would have left already for your leave of absence." she said coolly. Alaston entered to see it was a large dome like room draped in elven cloth. Sylvanas' bow and arrows were all clearly place upon her wall; a large red silken bed lay in the middle. It was if she had taken her old room from Silvermoon and had it placed in Undercity. "Sylvanas I've come to ask about my past. I know you are busy but I must know my origins." he said uneasy waiting for her response. "I suppose not all things can be avoided.” She said. “But why do you ask now'” “I need to know about myself.” Alaston said curiously. “I see, perhaps I can help,” Sylvanas sighed. “When I had taken control of Tirisfal and Silverpine I decided I was to scour the lands looking for any last resistance that could immediately threaten Undercity's sanctity. Of course when I had arrived along the shores of Silverpine I was greeted by a crashed ship. That of which was not entirely out of place but it was recently crashed. I and my sister banshees went aboard to find it was a tauren transport. All of them dead from the crash but you, As I had them take you back to Undercity I searched the ship for any sign of what they may have been doing here. Though I had no Idea what you were at the time I had first thought I could use you as a weapon against Arthas" Sylvanas went across the room to her nightstand and took out a small journal. "This is all I found that was still readable text. You may stay here and read it if you wish." Sylvanas said. Alaston took the journal from the Queen of the Forsaken. He walked over to a bench at the foot of her bed and read the journal. It read "The Midsummer Fire Festival approaches yet we have no chance of getting to experience it. It seems that Our Chieftain wishes for us to take the cursed one to Moonglade where he can be taught to control his curse and seal it away forever." the next entry continues. "Two days, we have been on our way to Moonglade yet it seems a storm is brewing and this journey will take longer than we assumed. The child grows restless and our shaman has almost completed the elixir to wipe the boys mind so he cannot return." The journal entries become illegible and shorter as the days go on. "Eight days have passed and this vile storm seems to be throwing us eastward the elixir worked but we fear that all our troubles may be in vain if we cannot land soon." one last entry remains just barely legible. "We are doomed to die upon this journey yet it seems the boy is in perfect health. If you read this Alaston please forgive us. We meant for you to have a better life and we have failed. The curse I spoke of is the omen of which you were born under. You were to be the greatest warrior but the stars shifted and you had gotten the Darkmoon of death and decay. That regrettably was your downfall. The other omen of which you were born was that of wind. Creating a terrible curse of which we had no grasp of. For this we are sorry." Alaston finished reading this and a flood of memories came back to him. He recalled every aspect of his past and what had happened that fateful day. "Alaston are you okay' Sylvanas inquired. "No I am not..." Alaston ran out escaping to the Ruins of Lordaeron. Now at a friendly stance with the Ghosts of Lordaeron Alaston saw them all running through the ruins to the library. They all looked at him as he ran through wondering what was wrong with their new ally. When he reached the library he noticed it was all set up tables and books all in their respective places. "Mi'lord, I heard what happened. Is there anything we can do for you'" Lorthen inquired putting the books down. "No" Alaston said pounding on the table. "I think you may just get that. It seems that a young death knight approaches. I shall leave you two alone." Lorthen vanished into the ruins. Senias walked into the ruins of the library amazed that it seemed to be untouched. "Alaston, Why are you in this forsaken place' I saw you running out of the city, is something wrong'" "I found my past, and it was composed of a tribe who thought I was a lost cause. I was born with a curse and they took it as their destruction. They gave me amnesia and took away who I was! How would you feel if they had taken your past from you'" Alaston took the table and split it in half with his crystal stave. "Calm yourself my friend. The past is the past that of which cannot be undone. Yet I shall tell you this. You can get your vengeance if you wish, but if you do you shall be consumed by your own grief." Senias said trying to calm the druid. "Focus on your present and future for it is what you do with your life that matters most. Alaston started to calm and he then looked at the death knight. He got up from his chair exiting the library. "I shall be back. I need to walk amongst the ruins." Alaston walked into a section he had never entered before. The cathedral quarter, it was once of the highest quality, once white marble turned to an ashy gray, a fountain of the purest waters run dry and in disrepair. Alaston walked into the chapel. All lay still, the pews thrown to the side. The holy altar cover in blood of fallen priests yet still light reached in to glow upon it. Alaston picked up a pew and set it down so he could sit once more to contemplate his past. His mind went blank trying to purge what he had just learned. "Come in Senias, I know you've been standing there, you aren't the only one who knows about being sneaky." Senias walked over to Alaston. "My friend you need to relieve your anger. Come with me I have a mission in the Western Plaguelands that may be of interest to you” Senias remarked. "Very well, though I regret this decision I shall go with you." Alaston got up and walked out of the ruins with Senias headed to Andorhal. Andorhal was one of the major factors that started it all. The plague of the scourge was planted here and led to the ultimate downfall of the humans. Andorhal was once live and vibrant. Now under scourge control most of the town was burned down the fields burned and plagued, and all the granaries still lay somewhat intact having plagued grain inside. A great lich is in control of the sight having the town infested with all sorts of undead. Most of the buildings somewhat still there all resembled Tarren Mill. "Sylvanas was going to send me alone to recover some documents. Yet I think going in killing a few will be good for you to vent." Senias remarked pulling out his rune blade. "Shall we'" "I have no other options in the matter." he said ruing this fact. They got into Andorhal managing to slaughter the few ghouls in the path. It was seemingly too easy; when they had finally reached the town hall they found that is was wiped clean of anything there. When they turned to exit they were caught off guard by a large group of abominations crammed into the entry way. Now Alaston and Senias were helpless to defend themselves. “It seems we have some Guests” said the Lich. “Guests' More like your Bane” said Senias Harshly. “Oh little Death Knight you will return to us before long.” The Lich cackled in his harsh raspy voice. As the Abominations came marching forwards the smell of fire could be smelled coming from outside. The Building began to light on fire as the Abominations fell over each other trying to run out. “Come on we have to get out!” Alaston yelled as he ran to the exit sliding between Abominations. “Who dares assault to domain of the scourge'” The Lich cried out with a small army of Undead now behind him. “I do, you have a problem with that little Lich'” A rather tall teenage looking human harshly replied, he stood atop the fountain with a burning arrow notched and ready. His skin a pale white with short Brown hair and brown eyes tinged red. His face marked with Night Elven markings oddly. Standing at a height of six feet he was dressed in dark leather furs. Alaston and Senias looked at the Boy while the abominations still in the town hall we’re crushed by a falling beam. He looked over at them as the Lich motions for the Ghouls to march forward along the cracked and corrupt grounds. “Well do you plan to stand there and watch or fight for your lives'”