Post by Mazaniam
I would just like thank all of you for all your support in writing Part One, of Honourblade. /bow. No seriously, thanks. This is the end of Part One.
A little short, but, enjoy!
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Ierasuhnu stood alone on the hill, looking over the scene of death, destruction. She was in Kalidmor, or rather, The Ruins of Kalidmor. When Deathwing had arisen, the Northern Lands of Ashenvale, Azhara, and Felwood had been ripped from the surface of Azeroth forever. Not to mention that Bloodmyst and most of Azuremyst had also disappeared. She stood in the now-barren plains of Mulgore, watching as the last of the Bloodhoof tribe battled with giant rock-flesh-lava creatures. They were probably once notorious centaurs, which would explain the hatred for the Tauren.
Ierasuhnu, herself, would not get involved in the battle. She was neutral, once a Kal’Dorei, but now… something more. She had been foolish, believing the ways of the Demon Hunter would arm her with the tools needed to defeat the armies of Bolvar Fordragon and his malicious Scourge. She looked now, like Illidan had been, as she had went too far and absorbed fifty demons. Shivaras, Fel Hounds, a Wrathguard, and even a Man’ari Eredar. Her body had rapidly mutated, sprouting wings, horns, and unholy runes had spread over everywhere. She had then went to outland, slaying one of the few surviving Anihilan, and using its blood and tusks to fashion deadly blades, and the bones of the Pit Lord for the handles of the Glaives. She was, in her own way, a demon now, but she did not care anymore. She lived to destroy those who caused a major threat to Azeroth, and Centaur-mutants were not. However, the ‘New’ Scourge threat was dangerous, and needed dealt with. Immediately. With a sigh, she kneeled, and muttered a incarnation, teleporting to her home in the remains of Azuremyst.
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Frederick, Vomit, Tekfien, Roman, Gorgosh, and Morec stood just outside Stormwind. They were planning to 'Storm' Stormwind, progressing through the city and slaying a member of The Ebon Blade in the process. They would then catch the boat to Northend, move onwards to the Blade Base Camp in Icecrown and take Mograine's head. Bolvar would be pleased.
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Alexstraza, Ysera, Malygos, Nozdumordu, Teraomuaza, and Neltharion stood in The Chamber of Aspects.
"She is finally, awakening." Alexstraza said.
"Yes. Our most powerful Dragonsworn is ready. We can use her to blow all who challenge us, or any of the Flights, to the pits of the Shadow Sanctum" Neltharion laughed.
There was a general chuckle.
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"You summoned me, Your Majesty?" Jeremy said, nervously fidgeting.
"Ahh, Heraldson." Anduin smiled. "It is good you got back safely. I really am glad. Now, I hear you have news of ... Saurko?" He pressed. Jeremy anger exploded. He wasn't here to be congratulated or rewarded, he was here to help the war effort. Well Anduin could go to hell.
"You Son of a ... " When Anduin heard the rest of the sentence, he rose from his chair, drawing his sword.
"Tut-tut. Perhaps you need a little lesson, eh?"
"STOP! SCOURGE FIEND!" The yell sounded from the chamber joined with the Throne Room. Sir Nobleheart appeared, Runeblade in hand."You sir, are unmasked." with a flourish, he ordered the two Ebon Blade members to fight the five guards, and sliced through Anduin. His form shimmered, and changed to that of a Forsaken, covered in Scourge Armour.
"Gah! I knew Bolvar was stupid with this plan. Nethertheless, you have destroyed Stormwind, for without me for a leader, they will find Anduin's corpse, and they will be distraught. And.. I sense the minons are near." Just then, the first scream reached them. The Forsaken's last act was to laugh loudly as Nobleheart's blade sliced through his ribs.
"We have to hurry, I don't doubt they are here for me. En garde!"