Zujin made his way through the Lower City of Shattrath as fast as he could, everyone else kept out of his way as it was clear from his body language that he was not in the mood to be stopped, what had been done to Torgina had truly enraged him. Not far from the den he found that Saku and Rykan had already brought their mounts out of the stable, saddled and ready to go, while his own unpredictable and eccentric Flying machine sat close by.

“Where are we heading Master Zujin,” Rykan asked, as Zujin began his pre-flight checks.

“The Dark Portal, there is something we must investigate,” Zujin answered. “And how many times have I told you don’t need to call me master anymore,” he added, but the younger warlock merely shrugged.

“I stocked up on food and water,” Saku stated tossing a small pouch to both of them. “Keep you water containers sealed to avoid contamination.” Zujin caught his and then started his pre-flight checks. “Why do I get the feeling that we are not really after Jar’ag as you led those gnomes to believe?” the hunter asked.

“What do you mean going after Jar’ag?” Rykan interrupted looking confused. “He’s dead.”

“No Rykan, it seems that he is not,” Zujin replied with out looking away from his machine. “Don’t blame your self,” he added not even needing to see the younger warlock’s look of dismay. “I underestimated Jar’ag when I sent you and the others up against him he is clearly a lot more capable than I suspected, Saku is right though, its not really him that I’m interested in.”

“You know Rokash is going to be pissed when he hears about what ever the deal you made with Tout’Sweet,” Saku pointed out.

“That can’t be helped, while Torgina is running with the Fist’s his personal vendetta against them is on hold,” Zujin said forcefully. “I already failed to protect her once, I won’t do so again.”

“What if he won’t listen?” the hunter pressed

“He will once I explain things to him, when he knows all the facts I’m sure their wont be any problem,” Zujin responded.

“Yeah but you just have to get him calm enough to actually talk,” Saku pointed out, as Zujin climbed into the pilot seat.

“Indeed there in lies the challenge, now come on lets go there is no time to waste.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The three of them stood before the mine entrance staring into the darkness, this was it, finally they were ready to drive the Legion out and secure this vital resource for Thrallmar once again. Oathbreaker had both his weapons drawn, his axe in one hand and a serrated sword in the other, to his left Ruya was strapping her shield onto her left arm and enchanting her mace with a powerful fire spell, while Oleysia on his left checked that she had enough shards for the coming fight.

“Do you know what we will face down there?” Oathbreaker asked the foreman.

“The reports from my boys that made it out are sketchy at best,” the foreman shrugged. “The first wave of demons seemed to be short fat things that charged in among us and exploded, those that survived found themselves facing females like your succubus over there but only much larger; and umm bluer…”

“Well then,” the warrior said looking at the other two. “We better get started then,” he decided and marched into the mine with the others right behind him. Instantly shadows stole their sight for a second when they stepped inside but quickly they found that they could see clearly and not just that but hear the sounds coming from deeper within the mine.

“Is that laughter?” Ruya asked as strange noises which sounded like dozens of claws scraping on a pane of glass echo’d up from the depths.

“I think it is,” Oleysia agreed taking a sip from one of the mana potions she carried on her belt. “From the sound and description that the foreman gave us I would say that they are Gan’args, a race of stunted demons,’” she added before taking another sip.

“Have you encountered them before?” Oathbreaker injured quietly, Oleysia shook her head as she replaced her potion.

“No but Master Zujin made me study all the demons that existed within Outlands in great detail before he sent me here,” the warlock reviled. “Like the foreman said they have a tendency to blow themselves up if they think they are going to die anyway.”

It was only moments later a Gan’arg came strolling out of the shadows, when it spotted them it froze in its tracks for a second, and that was all Oathbrekaer needed. Before the other two knew what had happened, his axe was embedded in the demons skull, for a moment it just stood there as if not sure what had just happened then it slowly toppled backward on to the ground.

“Lets see what these suckers are carrying,” the warriors said as he began to rummage through the dead demons sachel, he produced a small number of sparkling black and purple crystals. “Just what I thought,” he commented.

“Huh, what do you mean?” Ruya asked.

“These are arcane bombs, they can damage only living creatures, but have no effect of objects like the mine, so they can be safely used in a enclosed space such as this,” he explained.

“Well that explains how they were able to blow up the miners and not bring the mountain on top of them,” Oleysia agreed. “Let’s use caution,” she added.

Proceeding as quietly as the could the trio soon found themselves in the main chamber of the mine, with the shadows to cover them they watched as four stunted Gan’args extracted green ore from the rock face and placing it in the mining carts that had been used by the horde miners before. They however were not the only demons present two Sayaad demonettes walked up and down behind the Gan’args whipping them seemingly at random.

Bronwena placed a hand on her mistress’s shoulder, when Oleysia looked round she pointed to one of the demonettes gave a slow seductive smile and licked her top lip. Just behind them Oathbreaker leaned forward till his large head was between Oleysia and Ruya they both looked to him for a plan.

“Ok this is whats going to happen,” he began. “We cant go around them so that means we go through, Oleysia since your ‘little minion’ has picked her favourite from the two Slayaad you and her can deal with that one,” he ordered and pushed Bronwena away as she attempted to catch his tail. “Ruya deal with those Gan’args, bring them down as fast as you can, I’ll finish off the last demonette, got it?” both of them nodded.

Their attack was sudden and fast catching the demons utterly by surprise. Ruya attacked first blasting at the Gan’arg miners with her powerful chain lightning spell, she got very lucky as the bolt struck the sacks on their backs detonating their bombs killing three of them instantly. The fourth gripped his spanner and pounced at her his weapon raised intent on smashing her skull.

“FROSTSHOCK” she yelled as she sent a magical shard of ice into the face of the flying demon sending it smashing into the wall where it lay crumpled and broken among its kin. With all four of the small ones dealt with Ruya slammed down totems to support the other two in their fights.

Oleysia felt her skin toughen and turn grey like stone as she blasted at the blue skin Slayaad with a shadow bolt but to the warlock’s surprise her attack had no effect. The demonette would have been right on top of her had Bronwena not appeared between them. Striking out with her barbed whip she caught her larger kin on the side of the face, even though it was only a glancing blow it was enough to off balance the lager Slayeed and in that moment Bronwena jumped on her.

Both discarded their whips in favour of their talons and teeth, though she had the disadvantage in height Bronwena had speed on her side and viciously scratched along the top of her opponent’s chest resulting in a startled gasp. Only a moment later it was Bronwena who was moaning, as her larger foe bit into her neck drawing blood, while chucks of her black armour was torn away. Their faces were mere millimetres apart as they glared at each other while writing on the ground, had it gone on for much longer despite her speed Bronwena would have lost but the fight ended suddenly as fire engulfed the blue Slayaad’s head causing her to scream in pain more than pleasure, this time.

Rolling off her slain opponent Bronwena looked disappointed that it had all ended so quickly. Oleysia stood over her looking down; the warlock’s pretty blood elf face was grim with determination as she motioned for her minion to get on her feet who did so with her leather bodice falling to the ground.

“Stand still damn you!” Oathbreaker cursed as she dodged yet another of his blows and giggled at him as she lashed at his armour with her whip scratching his chest plate but nothing more.

“Come and get me big boy,” she cooed at him and ducked under his axe. “I do so like it rough,” she laughed as she pushed away from him with her wings and pressed herself against the wall, then with a powerful kick she propelled herself forward, lunging at him in an attempted to strike at his unprotected face. But instead she found her mid rift connecting heavily with Oathbreakers fist.

Their was a sickening crunching sound as his gauntleted fist connected with her leather covered torso and everyone knew that the injuries he had just inflicted were fatal. It was accompanied by an almost comical sight of the Slayaad’s limbs shooting forward forcing her body into a C shape. She flopped to the ground with a thud in a sitting position blood leaking from her mouth nose and ears. With a snort of contempt Oathbreaker calmly reach forward with one hand, gripped her head then with a sharp twist snapped her neck.

For a moment silence descended with only Oathbreaker’s heavy breathing filling the cavern, as the tauren reached for his sword which he had dropped in order to punch the demonete something large burst out from behind what the trio had thought was a sold wall. A claw grabbed Oathbreaker by his shoulder, it tore off his armour and sent the bull crashing to the ground.

“Well, Well what have here?” laughed a twisted voice. “Intruders in my mine, how amusing, allow me to introduce myself I am Urga’zz,” From this new tunnel came one of the ugliest looking things that Oleysia and Ruya had ever seen, a Mor’arg larger and more deadly than their Gan’arg kin, like every other of its kind this one had replaced its arms with mechanical devices. Since Urga’zz was a miner its right hand was a metal claw while it left was a powerful looking drill and on its back was what they guessed were what ever powered its limbs. “You insects are nothing compared to the might of the legion, I will kill you all in the name of Doom Lord Kazzak!”

The demon charged the two females its ‘arms’ reaching towards them so that it could strike as soon as possible. But it was set stumbling back by a concentrated attack of shadow and lighting bolts. Urga’zz face mask that had been down was blown off, revealing just how ugly the beast actually was.

“Ewww,” Oleysia groaned. “Bronwena, why are you standing there, attack,” she ordered her succubus.

“With pleasure Mistress,” Bronwena replied abandoning her feeble attempts to cover herself with her torn armour. She lashed out with her whip scoring a rapid succession of hits on Urga’zz ‘s unprotected torso but with a annoyed swat of its left drill arm knocked the small demonete out of the way.

Before it could advance another step however Oathbreaker was back up, the bull lauched himself at the demon swinging his axe as fast and hard as he could, with his free hand he rained punch after punch down on his enemy. Such was the fury of his attack that both Ruya and Oleysia stopped their own assaults and watched. Urga’zz took several steps back as if trying to escape the onslaught, but the demon was more cunning than they had expected and as Oathbreaker swung his axe it knocked his wrist to the side deflecting the blow resulting in the weapon becoming embedded in the rock wall.

Urga’zz laughed loudly and stabbed at the tauren with its drill arm but rather than try to pull his weapon free Oathbreaker jumped back and drew out his dagger, the blade glinted menacingly in the flickering light of the mine lanterns and it seemed that the ornate skulls which decorated the pommel and hand guard were smiling. The demon’s drill caught him a glancing blow on the side of his chest plate, but the weight of the arm forced Urga’zz to step forward and in a flash Oathbreaker had cut the large cables which attached power-cells to the demons massive arms rending both limbs useless.

“You’ll burn for this,” Urga’zz yelled. “The legion will never be defeated we will be victori…” the demons final taunt was cut short as Oathbreaker stabbed his dagger into its throat and cut downwards opening his chest and abdomen in one swift, lethal and brutal movement.

“Oh god that stinks,” Oleysia complained placing a sleeve over her mouth, suddenly she saw the Gan’arg that Ruya had hit with a frostshock climbing to its feet ready to blow itself up next to Ruya. “Look out!” she screamed and leapt on the stunted demon, it was so caught off guard by this action that she was able to rip the satchel from its grasp and forcing the bombs into its large mouth. For a brief moment its piggy eyes went wide in horror at what she had just done and then the bombs exploded. Most of the blast was absorbed by the demons body but there was enough force left to throw the young warlock to the other side of the cavern, causing her immense pain.

“Hold still,” Ruya ordered and she drew out a red potion and all but forced it down the writhing blood elfs lips before reciting one of her healing spells. “Just take it easy Oleysia you’ll be alright,” there were sounds of more demons coming their way from further in the mine. “Come on we can’t stay here, Oathbreaker snap out of it,” she called at the Tuaren who seemed to be in a strange sort of trance looking at the bodies of their fallen enemies. The shamans voice seemed to break the spell and he grabbed his weapons and began to look towards the dark tunnels, eager to continue the fight, while Bronwena helped Ruya pull Olesyia up on to her feet and start making their way towards the exit. “Oathbreaker come on we have to go, NOW!”.

“Kill more, more! MORE!” the same thought that always rung in his head during every battle. “Shut up!” he yelled back in his head to the fading voices which seemed to start laughing. Ruya yelled at him again and this time he turned and ran after them.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Tout’Sweet stood and looked out over Lower City, a young gnome stood at his side waited patiently for him to finish reading the letter they had brought him. It was a status report from their friends back in their home and it made for grim reading. Combined with the news that they received from there two new ‘friends’ Azeroth’s number one mercenary was not in a good mood.

“What’s your name?” he asked looking at the young messenger, who was startled out of her trance of aw.

“Umm…Chloe sir,” she replied her voice trembling, betraying her nerviness at speaking to him. She began hopping from foot to foot and seemed close to tears, clearly terrified she would offend him in some way.

“It ok Chloe I’m not going to bite you,” he smiled trying to put her at ease but his manner was still tense. “Return Ironforge and give the High Tinker this message,” he said producing a letter he had written last night and handing it to her. “It explains our currant situation, take this gold it should help him buy what ever equipment and supplies we need for a new assault on the areas of our home that are still in enemy hands,” he ordered handing over a large money bag, then pulled a few more gold pieces out of his pocket and pressed them into her hand. “Here this is for you, don’t spend it all at once,” he joked.

“At once Sir, thank you sir,” she said and saluted as best she could before marching away quickly.

“She seemed a little young for a Hold out Warrior,” Maestro commented as he walked up behind his old friend.

“I know and she was terrified of me too,” Tout’Sweet added almost sadly.

“So I guess the news from home is not good then,” the mage stated.

“No the Lepper gnomes have somehow managed to reequip and reinforce their positions with in our home while the Troggs have breach the walls with yet more tunnels,” he paused and looked up at the sky. “Everytime we seem to be making progress they respond and we’re pushed back to where we started,” he sighed.

“That’s the way it’s always been my friend, we both know that,” Maestro comforted. “Whats really bothering you, is it the news from those two? You know it might not be her.”

“I really wish it wasn’t but we both know that it is,” the warrior replied looking over at his friend. “The sadistic personality they described their Mistress has is identical to hers and you know it.”

“Their disappearance was not your fault Tout’Sweet,” Maestro stated firmly. “They made their own choices you can’t save everyone.” He placed a firm hand on his friends shoulder. “Even if it is her then she is clearly our enemy now.”

“Your right Maestro, anyway how are our two young friends doing?” Tout’Sweet asked changing the subject.

“They are sleeping right now poor things are still exhausted, and they are never far from each other I notice, Xue is watching over them,” the mage responded.

“She’s taken quite shine to them it seems, that’s good maybe it’ll take the edge of her need for revenge. What are Rascal and Brimstone doing?”

“Rascal is going with Rhea to acquire the services of Lord Sim and his knights like you told her too, though she is far from happy about it and Brimstone is making discreet equerries into our new ‘allies’.”

“She given you any indication what she thinks of them?”

“Honestly, I think she is scared of Zujin, he is something quite different to Rokash,” the mage replied.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Tout’Sweet smiled. “I have my own concerns about this alliance, Zujin clearly knows more than he is letting on, but I would work with him than separately, that way we avoid any unpleasantness.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

“Are you sure you want to use that thing?” Saku asked pointing to the long box that Zujin was removing from his Armani war bear on the shores of the dark lake. “Last time it tried to rip your arm off,” he reminded his friend.

“I know but we need all the power we can get and this is the best weapon I have,” Zujin countered. “Besides I’ve been practicing, so it’ll behave now,” the warlock added with a smug smile.

“The temple is huge Master Zujin how will we know where to even start looking?” Rykan asked.

“Your right about that Rykan, which is why we are going to find ourselves a guide,” Zujin smiled opening the box and pulling on a long object covered in a heavy cloth. “Now as our troll allies like ‘Say hello to my little friend’,” the older warlock laughed and pulled the heavy cloth off his weapon.

“By the Warchief!” Rykan yelled as the instant the cloth was off the staff began to thrash about spiting and snarling “What is that thing? it looks like a Fel-hunter’”

“It was once, it’s called Zhar’doom, I’m not sure how but a long time ago a powerful warlock performed a ritual where he bound a Fel-hound to his staff,” Zujin explained. “How he did this I have no idea, but it must have been one hell of a spell though, I would have loved to have seen it,” He hit the demon-staff on the back of its head hardt which seemed to settle the weapon.

By now Saku had secured the boat on the small dock and the three orcs climbed aboard and rowed over to the Sunken Temple. No one said anything as they made their way across, Saku was watching the temple steps with suspicion, expecting at any moment that the trolls would appear and start raining arrows down on them. As their craft touched the side of the massive building he leapt out and secured it to the steps.

“Everything seems quiet so far,” Saku stated tighting the cover over his Core Marksman Rifle so as to protect it from water and dirt.

“I did not expect otherwise,” Zujin shrugged. “Even when I was young the trolls never ventured out from within the depths of their Temple, if my clan caught any outside…well it was not a pleasant way to die that’s all I can say,” he told the other two grimly. “I think we’ll need some extra help to secure our ‘guide’,” he added as he summoned Vilneri. “You up for a fight, Vilneri?” he asked his Succubus.

“Of course, anything for you Master,” Vilneri said in her sultry voice and emphasised her point with a loud crack of whip.

They had not gone far when found that the trolls had flooded the entrance in an attempt to stop others from entering their temple, with a quick application of ‘Unending Breath’ the three quickly passed this obstacle.

The dark halls were silent as they descended down the long steep staircase but the three quickly became aware of a growing sound of a powerful voice filling the chambers. From the thick accent and the numbers of ‘mons’ at the end of each sentence it was clear that the speaker was a troll and he was speaking to a significant number of followers.

“I think we have just found our guide,” Zujin smiled and motioned for Saku to take the lead. “Stay sharp, down here things can get ugly down there fast,” he warned Rykan as the hunter moved forward quickly. “Saku will secure our friend we just need to keep the others occupied or kill them, which ever comes first.”

Soon the pair stood in the shadows of a large chamber that was filled by around a dozen trolls all listening to the voice of a robbed priest who was preaching that they were the chosen of Hakkar the blood god. The audience were so enthralled by his voice that they had no idea that the orcs right behind them, they were very quickly working themselves up into a frenzy cheering the name screaming.

“Kazkaz, Kazkaz,” they yelled over and over, they were so caught up in their zeal that the first of the trolls to fall was screaming it at the top of his lungs as Vilneri’s whip lashed around his neck and when she pulled back on it the barbs sawed off his head. The female next to him suddenly found herself covered in his blood, when she spun to see who their attacker was she something with a lot of teeth coming straight at her face.

Zujin pulled Zhardoom away from the troll, whose head it was attempting to devour in large chucks, and aimed it at the two advancing trolls. If Zujin had been wielding any other weapon then he could have been in trouble, but unluckily for his attackers he wasn’t. The real secret behind the staff was not the fact it was actually alive, no it was that as a warlock he could both channel and enhance his spells.

Zhardoom recoiled in his hands as the shadow bolt blasted from its mouth, the right hand troll erupted in black fire and continued for two more steps before collapsing to the floor. As the second one got close Zujin spun the staff in his grip a full 180 degrees resulting in the three talons at the base swinging in an upwards arc each cutting deep gouges in the trolls face, shredding his cheeks and tearing off his nose. For a momet Zujin just stared into his eyes before turning to help Rykan.

The younger warlock had just dropped two trolls to the ground in front of him hitting them with a spell that sent waves of Seering pain through their bodies. Quickly he blasted a third troll with a shadow bolt of his own.
“Whut be goin on here!!?” the troll that was Kazkaz yelled from his podium. “Who you be that think you can interrupt a sermon given by Kazkaz da Unholy” he stopped as he felt something cold and metal pushing at the back of his head, a moment later the head of one of the guards that he had been attempting to summon was thrown on to the ground in front of him.

“I think you’ll find that your other guards are as unfit to help you as this poor chap is,” a cold emotionless voice stated. “Podium Secure! Our guide is ready.” A few moments later Zujin and Ryakn joined Saku on the podium and helped the hunter bind the priest’s wrists together.

“Now my ‘friend’” Zujin started. “If you wish to keep your wicked life you need only do one small thing for us.”

“I’ll never do any thing for you, demon worshiping slime,” Kazkaz spat in Zujin’s face.

“Oh but it’s such a small thing,” Zujin sighed. “All I need is for you to get us an audience with Jammal’an your prophet,” he added with a smile.

“Never!” Kazkaz yelled attempting to break his bonds.

“Saku would you and Rykan please make sure that we don’t get any interruptions,” Zujin ordered. “It seems that Vilneri and I have to convince our friend here…”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

It was finally complete, years after the desecration of one of the most of one of the most holy sites within the temple the final bones of the shattered Avatar had at last been found and placed with in the sacred circle once again. Jammal’an felt both great satisfaction that he had overseen this work and great fury towards those that had defiled their gods savoured creation.

Now he rested oh his large stone alter as his most loyal disciples and undead servants moved quietly about the room, with his two favourite slaves knelt at his feet. Looking over his congregation made him smile these were the chosen of Hakkar warriors and priest who would serve as the blood gods elite commanders when they rose again to reforge the trollish empire. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as gasps of shock and surprise came from the entrance.

Turning he saw Kazkaz the Unholy one of his more skilled priest staggering into the chamber, with three large figures strode behind him and they were definitely not trolls. As Jammal’an rose from his chair he could see that the interlopers were orcs, and heavily armed too what was more he recognized two of them, but still it would not do to play his hand too soon after all they were walking right into his stronghold.

“Whut be da meanin of dis?” he yelled pointing at the orcs. “Kazkaz who is this you bring amoun us, mon ?”

“High Priest, please forgive my intrusion, but dese orcs insisted that dey wanted to speak to you.” Kazkaz the Unholy said before being pushed roughly out of the way by the lead orc.

“Jammal’an, I wish only to speak with you,” the orc declared. “After that we will leave,”

“Is dat so? Just who are you? and dis it dat wish to talk about, mon?” Jammal’an demanded.

“Well first my name is Zujin and I wish to talk to you about the zombies that you have in your temple.”

“We have many, zombies.”

“I’m talking about the ones that aren’t trolls,” Zujin smiled. “I wish to see them, all of them.”

“Very well,” the high priest agreed, deciding to play for time. “Bring da orcs here,” he ordered his followers and five of them ran from the chamber one to gather the orcs and the other four to round up reinforcements.

Promptly five orcs shuffled into the room, arms swinging from side to side, heads flopping about as if their necks were no longer strong enough to hold them up, all the while dead milky lifeless eyes stared vacantly out of rotting sockets. They stopped in front on Jammal’an and turned to look at the three living orcs who now stood in the centre of the chamber. Zujin moved up and examined each of his undead kin.

“Lets see the others, the small ones,” Zujin smiled. “Are they behind that alter of yours?” he stated, more than asked.

“Look all you want mon,” Jammanl’an smiled coldly and shoved his two slaves out where this Zujin could see that them. “Dere you are dats are all da non troll zombies in ma temple, mon.”

“Thank you,” Zujin responed and he and the other two turned to leave, but four dozen heavily armed trolls now blocked their way weapons drawn, hungry for blood and vengeance.

“You being a real fool, mon if you be thinking that I’m goin to let you just walkout ta here, I know dat it was you who destroyed our holy avatar an now you gonna pay,” Jammal’an declared triumphantly, Zujin however turn back to look at him and laughed, in fact all three of them did.

“I have been many things in my life, but in situations such as this, a fool is not one of them,” the orc smiled and looked towards the left wall. “Now Vilneri.”

“What ever you wish Master,” a female purred as appearing from nowhere, she pressed a strange metal device to the wall and then ran at speed towards the orcs, throwing herself into the arms of the nearest one, as they all dived for cover.

Jammal’an stared stupidly first at the fleeing female as she fled from this strange device… then all hell broke lose.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Such was the noise and light from the explosion in such a confined, dark space disorientated every troll in the chamber, while the huge chucks of masonry that it blasted from the wall crushed at least four of them. All the orc zombies caught fire but with no commands they just stood where they were and burned.

“Oh such a strong orc to protect little old me,” Vilneri flirted.

“Shut up Vilneri,” Rykan replied pushing the Succubus off him. “Master Zujin is it time to leave now?” he asked.

“That it is Rykan,” Zujin laughed and jumped to his feet. “Saku cover our backs,” he yelled at his friend as a throwing axe sailed over his head, clearly the trolls were pissed

“On it,” the hunter yelled and grabbed the little gnome zombie, who he vaguely remembered had been called Asta with one hand and his Core Marksman Rifle in the other. Almost instantly an axe hit the little gnome in the chest followed by a second and then a third, Saku had to admit these savages had a good eye, but then again so did he.

His first shot caught the closest enemy in the neck causing the troll to flip backwards head over heels, the next he shot in the left shoulder and another in the right knee. His aim would have been better had it not been for the zombie that had once been Asta but since she now had half a dozen axes in her it was clear that he could not drop her. He killed another three before he saw that Zujin and Rykan had reached the breach in the wall. The older warlock was now channelling his spells through his demon-staff three red glowing bolts blasted out from the mouth of the weapon and each struck a different troll. Saku recognized the spell his friend was using instantly; it was one of the most powerful in his spell book, none other than ‘Seed of Corruption’.

Much to the confusion of the trolls the one that had been hit did not seem to suffer any ill-effects, that was until Saku shot one of them square in the chest. The magic contained within the seed which had entered the troll detonated, the magical shockwave tore apart the trolls around it, two of which were the others that had been seeded who exploded in turn.

“Saku move your big green ass, we are leaving!” Zujin ordered.

The hunter threw his now useless shield to Jammal’an who was just coming round after being knocked unconscious from the explosion and knocked the High Priest back down, as he left he decided on and parting gift as he dived for the hole in the wall he fired one last shot. It hit the dwarf who had once been Helga in the face destroying the undead slave utterly.

With the total destruction that they had wrought on the trolls Zujin, Rykan and Saku made it from the temple back to their boat with out any trouble. It was only once they were out of range of any of the troll’s weapons did they allow themselves to relax, both Zujin and Saku sat in a troubled silence.

“How?” Saku asked his friend. “I thought we had stopped them,” he added looking at the warlock expectantly.

“Saku I have honestly no idea how, but that’s really not important now,” Zujin replied looking towards the dock and their waiting mounts. “We need to get to Orgrimmar, Its more important now that ever that I speak to Rokash in an environment that I can control.”

“What makes you so sure that he’ll come to you there? It could be weeks before he finds out about the deal you made with ‘Tout’sweet’ and his group,” Saku pointed out.

“No it’s quite possible that he already knows,” Zujin shrugged as he help secure the boat to the dock. “Did you not see who was at the bar in Jubjub’s Den?” Saku looked confused for a moment, then began to laugh.

“It was that worm of a dwarf Tedd,” the hunter commented. “Your right if anyone will go blabbing to Rokash it’ll be that piece of work.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

(4 Years before)
There was so much blood; it was hard for her to maintain her sitting position with her back against the wooded pew that she was using to support herself because of how slippery it had made the floor. As she looked at the wound she knew two things, first it was fatal and the second, despite this fact death would not claim her with out a fight. She had been fighting for thousands of years, so long in fact that she did not know how do anything else, yes Kitty could never admit defeat no mater who or what she was up against.

Her parents knew this when she had cast them into the maelstrom with the rest of the family during the first war against the legion. The look on her fathers face was priceless to her as she plunged her sword into his chest moments after she had killed her two older brothers. Many fighters lost themselves in the thrill of combat so that they had very little control or recollection of what they did after, but not Kitty, no she was cold and calculating at all times. So when her mother had come screaming into the family home blasting at her youngest daughter with powerful arcane spells Kitty had deflected the attacks her father enchanted bracer, which she taken from him, as she charged forward and slammed her fist so hard into her mother’s temple that the older female collapsed unconscious to the floor.

With her work done she had taken her families most valuable and powerful artefacts, and then left them to their fates, her father’s wound was not fatal, because she never had any intention of killing him. Rather she wanted him to let him drown in chaotic waters of the forming storm along with her mother, as for her brothers, that had been nothing personal, they had merely been in her way. Her sisters had long since fallen during the early battles of this war slain by black dragons so she was told not that Kitty really cared they were her enemies and she had never been a merciful person.

After the war, unlike her fellow night elves Kitty had sought out battle where ever she could find it. In fact her addiction to violence saw her thrown out the army and left her as mercenary fighting in or for the smaller settlements that were inhabited by her people. As a result of this she became more extreme in her actions and found that any animal companions she tamed quickly developed a similar disposition.

When war again ravaged her people she was once more on the front line killing any and all enemies that she faced in battle, when she lost her immortality like the rest of her people she felt the pressure of time pressing on her and so she set out to explore the world anew, now here she lay in a dank, wet, dark, and altogether unpleasant ‘temple’ built by trolls in honour of their primitive gods, Asta and Helga were most likely dead but Kitty would fight for every second of life.

Even as her limbs became numb, her vision began to blur and fade she still refuse to succumb. When a shadow loomed across she assumed it was death coming to claim her and spat blood in its face. The dark figure laughed at her actions and wiped the blood away then he pressed his large hands to her wound and suddenly the pain was gone.

“Oh you’re a strong one,” the figure commented on a voice that was vaguely familiar. “I could use someone like you, if you want to live of course?” there was a distinct hint of amusement in his voice. He pressed again on her wound and the pain returned stronger than before.

“What do you want?,” Kitty demanded through gritted teeth.

“Serve me then,” he pressed and the pain lessened once again. Kitty nodded with all the strength she could muster. “A very wise choice,” he added as the pain was washed away and her wound healed.

Her breath returned, her vision cleared and the heaviness of her limbs vanished it was then that she saw who her ‘savior’ actually was, Vasu. But it was not actually him she realised as far as she knew orcs did not have flaming black orbs for eyes in fact his whole body seemed to radiate with this dark and powerful magic as he stood before her.

“Who are you?” she asked her tone both suspicious and surprised.

“Right now my name is unimportant,” he responded. “What is important is the power that I can give you, the question is do you want this power?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered without a second’s hesitation. A moment later she was half screaming half laughing as she felt the dark magic within her amplify and grow. Her own eyes which had once burned a brilliant pale blue now burned in the same black fire as his, when it stopped she found herself kneeling in front of him, she still did not know his name but that did not matter as she knew what she would call him from now on… Master.