So here we are, chapter eight, at the normal length the chapters should be at. Also, I'm sorry it was delayed, last week I was traveling. Enjoy this section. :)
Oh wait, still no paper here.
I'm sorry.
The war had begun.
The Horde and the Alliance met up on the snows of the Dragon Wastes and engaged each other in battle almost immediately after they came in contact with each other. King Varian Wrynn dove into the fighting with a battle-cry, and Garrosh Hellscream roared before slashing his axes down.
After the first hour, the sky was already dark with storm clouds. Rain poured down onto both sides, the water mixed with blood that splashed onto the merciless fighters. Bolts of lightning hit the ground, their landing points guided by the hands of shamans. Magi of both sides rained bolts of frost, their warlocks showering the soldiers in fire, and paladins consecrated the ground with holy power.
Across the white ground were now the stains of pure red scarlet as bodies dropped down from blades and other wounds. Their throats ripped out, or entrails cut from their very chests, arrows piercing their hearts, or the marks of magical elements. Men and women, dying, many from unhonorable attackers that killed them from the shadows or where they could not be seen, their bodies serving as a message of the carnage of this war.
From a balcony on the Temple of Wyrmrest, were Alexstrasza and Chromie, who watched the battle from afar. The bronze dragon looked up at the elvish form of her Dragonqueen, “You do not plan to stop this?”
“I will, but they must learn that this fighting is pointless, and I believe the only way for them to learn is to see what will happen.” Alexstrasza lowered her head in dismay, “The lives lost here... weighs heavily on my soul.”
“A shame that the events to come are the events to come.” Chromie said.
“Your agent will arrive back soon, I hope.” Alexstrasza stated, raising her gaze to the blood stained field of battle.
---o---
“Stand strong!” Aridormi called to the sailors and the heroes present.
“Easy for you to say...” muttered Jackal.
“Kill them all.” High General Whitemane commanded.
The Scarlet army descended upon the courageous group of escaped prisoners and the one who had broken them out. Aridormi fended for herself with blasts of time energy, Aruna slammed her shield against their plate armor, Anura desecrated the ground beneath their feet, Phoenix unleashed a torrent of fire, and Jackal stabbed his daggers into their chests. The remaining sailors defended themselves with what they picked up inside the barracks jail, scraps of metal and bars of iron.
David’s crusaders were brutal, even with help from the fully armed heroes and the bronze dragon, three of the captured sailors fell, hitting the ground with echoing ‘thuds’. Aruna’s stomach turned as she saw their dead bodies. Aridormi guided the fighting group towards the entrance, hoping they would make it to the gates before too many of them fell.
“You’re a fool, General, if your men will not stay down so that these people may leave, I will force my way out.” Aridormi cried, turning to Aruna, “Give me room.”
“Aye, aye!” The gnome warrior said, giving a signal out to Anura, and the two gnomes pushed the Crusaders back to give the dragon enough space for her plan.
Arin smiled, with a blast of golden and sandstone colored energy, the form of the human female vanished. Instead, taking its place was the dragon’s real reptilian form. Aridormi bowed her enormous head, allowing the remaining sailors and the four heroes to climb up onto her back. The dragon looked down at the Crusaders, who were petrified in fear.
“Mortals, I will now be making my leave.” Was all she said before she beat her powerful wings and lifted up above the ground.
They flew for a bit, Wyrmrest was in sight and not far from New Hearthglen. Jackal narrowed his eyes and looked out across the snow, “Something isn’t right.”
One of the sailors leaned to look around Aridormi’s form, “There...there...there...’s... blood seeping... in the snow!”
“If what you say is true, than the carnage has already begun. We must make haste.” The dragon said, pushing her wings faster.
Aruna and Anura looked at each other, and shook their heads.
---o---
“It begins...” hissed Sang’thul.
“Do we yet strike?” bellowed the magmawyrm that lumbered behind the commanding lich.
“Not yet, Serinar, we will strike when they have weakened each other to the point where it will be easy to swoop in and crush them.” The lich laughed. “Their blood will linger in the snow until the Dragon Wastes will need to be renamed to the Blood Wastes...”
“They already seem to be slaughtering each other well enough...” Serinar commented.
“Ah yes... a wonderful observation, but also see that their battle has only just begun...” Sang’thul’s chilling laugh echoed across the caverns of the Obsidian Dragonshrine.
---o---
“Here we are.” Aridormi landed near the back of the Temple.
Aruna covered her ears as she slid off the bronze dragon. The sounds of battle were heard clear as day across the Dragonblight. She watched the others get off Aridormi, the sailors retreating into the base of the Temple, where the other disguised dragons tended to them. Aridormi reverted to her disguise and led the four heroes towards a red dragon disguised as a high elf.
“He will take you to the top of the Temple, I have matters to attend while you have audience with the Dragonqueen,” Arin said, bowing before moving inside.
The four took the red drake escorts to the very top of Wyrmrest. Phoenix watched the battle between the Horde and the Alliance from afar, not exactly sure who to root for. Then he kind of remembered he wasn’t really on either side, so he just frowned.
When the drakes arrived, they let the two gnomes, the blood elf, and the human get off their backs and then flew back down to the base. The four of them took the time to look around, a giant sphere of Azeroth hovered in the center of the meeting chamber, two ambassadors (that Aruna knew as Itharius and Nalice) were arguing off to the side, and on the balcony overlooking the Dragon Wastes were Chromie and Alexstrasza.
“Life-Binder, we are here on behalf of our own accord, Warchief Thrall’s wishes, and Aridormi’s guidance.” Aruna said as she timidly walked towards the Dragonqueen, awed, as always, at the red dragon Aspect.
Chromie finished saying something to Alexstrasza, who nodded before the bronze ambassador headed over to the two fighters to try and quell their bickering. The Dragonqueen turned towards the heroes and beckoned them closer, “Let me welcome all of you to Wyrmrest, and in a greater, but not as impactful, way, the Dragonblight itself.”
“Thank you...” Aruna bowed.
“I know your intentions here, but the plan must be different. Come, and let me tell you of the events to come...”
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