05-22-2010, 03:24 PM
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Re: The Revenge of the Tauren
Here's chapter 2. Hope y'all like it.
THE REVENGE OF THE TAUREN
CHAPTER 2: REPERCUSSIONS
Balanar and Nessaj were back at the Lordaeron Dungeons. They were expecting a harsh tongue-lashing from their master Kil’Jaeden any moment now and it is with this particular reason that they feel restless. Heck, the titan may even decide to kill one of them! Balanar only hope that should it actually happen, it would be Nessaj who would be annihilated to ashes.
Balanar was regretting his inaction while witnessing that unforgettable moment atop Icecrown. Balanar saw Trogdor literally massacre Chen, and Balanar could not believe it. And with Thunderfury in the Dragon Knight’s possession, Balanar panicked and went back to the Argent Vanguard, afraid that the already powerful Trogdor, with the runeblade that came from three most powerful swords, might actually kill him.
“This is insane!” Balanar roared and shook his head. “I’m the great dreadlord of the Burning Legion! I should not be cowering like this!”
Nessaj knew the argument was flawed but he didn’t dare say anything. Balanar continued to rage on about the recent shattering events that had unfolded at Northrend when from out of nowhere, A large portal appeared. From it came out Kil’Jaeden.
Both Nessaj and Balanar bowed, afraid to irk up the titan more than he should be. “Balanar! You have failed me!”
Balanar didn’t utter a single word in reply.
“Well? Anything to say in your defense?” Kil’Jaeden asked horrendously.
Balanar didn’t budge, not even an inch. He remained bowing before his master.
“This is preposterous! I thought I would have control of the Lich King by now, and this is all I receive? No, I will not let it go like this. I give you one final chance, Balanar. Get me the Helm of Domination or die.”
Without warning, Kil’jaeden disappeared.
Balanar and Nessaj stood up and looked at each other. Balanar erupted. “Get out of here!” Nessaj quickly walked away. Balanar sat back in his throne at the center of the dungeons when someone entered and called him. “Master Balanar, I bring some urgent news.” It was Jin’zakk.
“What is it now?” Balanar inquired irritatingly. Apparently, he didn’t want to be bothered after that embarrassing encounter with Kil’Jaeden.
“Cairne Bloodhoof has left the Oasis.”
Balanar quickly stood up upon hearing the news. “Why?”
“It seems that they’re after destroying the Frozen Throne, eliminating the new Lich King.”
“I see. Where are they headed now?”
“It seems they need to find a man by the name of Furion.” Jin’zakk reported.
“And this Furion character would be where?”
Cairne looked at Kardel curiously. “You didn’t know? We are going to the Elywynn Forest. We are the to find Furion.”
Kardel shook his head in confusion as he tried to take in what Cairne had just said to him. They were in Cairne’s quarters, a large enough room with a bunk bed, a table, and a window. A few books were stacked in one corner, and almost all these books looked old and worn out. “But I thought Furion would be in Ashenvale?”
“He left to meet with some of his men. They’re at Goldshire.”
Kardel nodded. “I see. I really thought we were going back to Northrend.”
“No. It would be too brash to do such thing. We need to form our strategy first, gain manpower.”
Meanwhile, somewhere north of Utgarde Keep, Ish’kafel was walking with his master Kel’Thuzad. They had lost, and their expressions manifest it. Ish’kafel was deeply disheartened by their defeat. He could never avenge his parents now.
“What are we to do now, master?” Ish’kafel inquired of the Lich.
“I don’t know yet, draenei.” Kel’Thuzad shook his head. “But certainly, reviving Arthas would be out of the options now, seeing as his dead body is in Icecrown, where the new Lich King is. In another point, we no longer have a srong army. The Army of Avernus had fallen together with Lord Arthas, and as such we do no have the force to attack Icecrown at the moment nor in the future.”
As Ish’kafel looked towards the direction of Icecrown, the glare from the mountains had hit his eyes. He closed his eyes shortly to protect himself from the blinding light.
Similar to the blinding light that had hit Ish’kafel, a similar glow burst out of nowhere somewhere in the forests of Wintergrasp. There it was, slowly descending from the air into the ground, was the Sunwell.
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