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    "Your will shall be done, My Lord", Ian replied to his promotion. He had been granted command of the remaining death knights. He would be the shock troops for Lethean, and would bring glory to all those that fought under his command. Once they accomplished their mission he would reforge his newly appointed regiment of death knights, and begin construction of his new foothold. He had more pressing matters though, given the impending doom brought forth with the Dark titan on the loose he began planning. He sent word to the other death knights that they were to fall under him hence forth. In the amount of time Ian had been undead he had accomplished a fair amount. He thought back to the foothold he wanted to build in Icecrown when this was all said and done. He spurred his deathcharger and followed behind Lethean.

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    Ralof was shooting at anything that moved around him, atop a stack of crates. He had jumped off his horse because he had realised it was impossible to get out of the gates again: Although he wished with all his heart and mind to rush back and engage the Banshee Queen, scourge was simply pouring in through the gates mindlessly. He realised they were about to be overrun soon, so he shot an explosive round at the arc of the gate: It shattered and crumbled a lot of debris at the door. It was not totally blocked, and would definitely not stop the advancing scourge, but it was enough to slow them down for a while.

    A large grin covered Ralof's face as he saw the landing blood elf hunter near him. "Well, that's the first good thing that happened today. I might just not be in a total loss after all." he thought. "Such a beautiful lady at such an ugly place!" he complimented as he shot down two more scourge riders that were trying to enter the castle, and continued "Greetings to you too, sindoréi! I guess this day can not surprise me more. Of all the places in the world..". He was totally impressed by her beauty, as he allways liked the northern elven folk, but that particular lady was exceptionally beautiful, or so he thought as he was under extreme conditions. Her golden-honey colored hair, glowing green eyes, agile yet elegant body.. It was enough to blow Ralof's mind off anyways. He finished his rounds on both of his pistols, then turned towards her and bowed gracefully, something he had hard time learning -a long time ago from a high elf that is, and gently greeted her "Ralof Thoradin Cornwall, of the House Cornwall, at your service my lady.". He could barely finish greeting her as a nerubian tried to swarm him with scarabs. He had to quickly grab one of his granedes and blow the disturbing pests into tiny pieces. "I don't know whatever brought you and your beauty here fair maiden, but despite the fact that pleading for help from a lady would be disgraceful for a gentleman like me, an helping hand would be most appreciated at the moment." he said, as he was kicking the nerubian in the face while trying to load his 7-shooters with speedloaders. I hope she is single..

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    Grimgor felt the constraint on his muscles as the burst of holy light began to burn him inside out. It was not meant for a mortal being to let light flow like that, as it would be too much for a mere flesh and bone shell of a body. He began to feel that while his spirit was thriving, it started to blend away into the light itself. Part of him was trying to stop it, and survive, but other part of his mind insisted on continuing channeling. In a moment, he decided to sacrifice himself to keep the light lit as long as possible. "Destiny.. Fate.. End.." he thought, and emaneted even stronger, closing his mind to the outer world.
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    The distraction Oliver caused gave Sylvannas the time she needed. She began her counterattck and Oliver cackled in glee. "Now taste her vengeance!" As he uttered the words, a look of anger and momentary fear crossed her face as the space around Oliver and the remaining deathguards began to slow. Another trick? Oliver noticed a barrier form around Lethean and repel the attacks once again. Ian had the time to scoop up the Highlord and they rode off towards the Hand. It wasn't until they had gone did the effects wear off and the Dark Lady commanded the troops to follow. Oliver found an undead warhorse that was adorned in pink and purple cloths and had two large horns protruding from it's head. The skeletal armor around the legs indicated it had belonged to one of the Elite Deathguards... one who was a personal guard to Sylvannas herself. Oliver saw many undead take the horses and chase after the deathknights. Well this guy's probably dead and I'm a slow walker. Oliver mounted the undead steed and gave it a haste potion then spurred it back towards the Hand.

    Oliver knew little of what was in the hand. He had heard that Sargeras was trying to ressurect himself from whispers of someone overhearing someone else listening to Fordring and could hardly believe the Titan to have returned on this day. If it were the case though, he would have to put his feelings aside and regroup with the party he had begun with... even the Wyrmslayer. His skills would be useful in a battle of this proportion. Scourge came from seemingly nowhere and some of the Forsaken had decided to fight instead of follow, They die a fool's death then. "Ignore them and ride past! We have to make it to the castle you idiots!" A platoon of deathknights escorted what was left of the alchemists and their plague catapults and they made their way to the Hand. Oliver's steed was faster than the other Forsaken and he was able to fly to the head of the army. He deviated slightly when he noticed part of the wall on the west side had been broken down, probably from the burrowing of the Nerubians. He made it there ahead of the advancing Scourge army and saw his group gathering around the funny priest. He made his way there in haste and saw the Wyrmslayer. Anger rised deep within him and he almost lost his composure but was able to keep it in check. I will cooperate for now. But give me one chance and I will exact my revenge. He explained some of what had transpired and told everyone of the impending Scourge attack. "They are on their way now. Lethean, Ian, and a host of deathknights under the Lich Kings command. Behind them are the remaining Forsaken/Ebon Blade forces."

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    The phalanx was holding strong. Demons were dying left and right and any wounds they suffered were healed almost instantly by the glowing pillar of light that was the Dwarf Priest. He emanated holy energy that both rejuvenated the allied forces and damaged the incoming demons. The Captain's thoughts suddenly turned towards Sargeras himself. I know a being such as he cannot just will himself into Azeroth. He hasn't done anything since heralding himself here. His powers must not be at full yet. We need to think if a way to stop him before he reaches his full strength. "Hold this ground troops. Do not let any demons past." The Captain gave command of the phalanx to a Lieutenant he knew to have much capability and rushed over to the small gathering of adventurers: a man who wielded two hammers, the one who brought down the frostwyrm, the dwarf who had become a pillar of light, the undead that he had given his signet to, and a beautiful blood elf woman who he believed to be a hunter. "Well met my friends. My remaining troops cannot hold this formation for long. We need to do something about that as soon as possible." The Captain pointed a gaunleted finger at the dark energy soaring into the sky coming from the horned figure know as Sargeras. "He has not acted yet but soon will I am sure. Anyone ever fought a titan before?"
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    Aldean and the Greys had rallied in the fort and they were engaging the corrupted crusaders. The cannon fire pummeled the demonic lines and Sargeras was screaming. "I will ensure a painful end!" He cast summonings that beckoned infernals rom the sky and felhounds from the ground. "Go, my servants! Destroy the treacherous Sargrelles!" Arinite came to Aldean's side and began summoning creatures of her own. "Aldean, get behind me!" He did as she called water elementals from the remaining puddles of rain. "Hold off the demons!" The water creatures nodded and began to fire jets of water towards the newly summoned denizens of the Nether. Aldean and the Greys joined the elementals and Sargeras began to change tactics. He unfolded his wings and fired bursts of green energy towards the gunships above. Raaaaggghhh! The Forsaken zepplin was hit and slowly began to descend.

    Cheveyos and her Forsaken could be heard counting as they cut down their adversaries. "One!" "Seven!" "Five!" The undead grinned as she yelled aloud, "Twenty!" She dashed towards an infernal and cut through the infernal shell around its leg, causing it to topple. She turned towards her soldiers, "That still only counts as one milady!" She chuckled, "Twenty-One!" They continued the game, hoping to out-slay their rivals that fight next to them; the living Greys.

    The demon watched as the combined forces of cannon and Sargrelle burst his new army to pieces. "I am afraid, my forces have arrived!" The Greys looked as the sounds of chains could be heard above them. Forsaken catapults could be heard as they prepared to fire towards them. Then, undead with red eyes jumped from the cliffs and landed like cats, swarming the Grey lines. "They're under his influence! Destroy them!" screamed Cheveyos as she saw that they were her former comrades from Alterac. "Take cover!" The catapults were about to fire and the Greys had raised there shields to block the incoming plague if possible.

    Loud roars came from beyond the cliffs and catapults and Forsaken were being thrust from them like rag dolls. The machines crashed into the demonic forces; Sargeras looked as one of his fears had come to pass. Aldean smiled brightly as they soared above them as swooped down towards Sargeras. "It's the Bronze Dragonflight!"

    More came from the west and the dragons began to engage the corrupted. There were about ten in total, but the beasts were decimating the demons. The Greys were emboldened and charged. "Why would the Bronze Dragonflight be here? Who called them?" Aldean thought back as Arinite pondered the question. He recalled something Darced had told him in the mists. Know this, races of all kinds will aid you in the battle to come. You must stand with them as they come to your people. Lest Sargeras wins.

    Among the clouds, the dragons discussed their strategies. "Chromie!" A female dragon took wing aside Anachronos who had beckoned her. "Speak with the Sargrelle, tell them of what must come to pass. Tell them everything." The drake lowered her head, "Even about Darced?" The large Anachronos nodded, "Yes, tell them how these events came to pass. But do so as you have always have. Responsibly." The drake nodded and flew towards the Grey line. The others dragons watched as the corrupted began to retreat from the bluffs. "He will soon be forced back, the Dark Titan was not given enough time to prepare!" He looked back as his flight rallied behind him, "To war my friends! We must force the titan away!"

    Sargeras smirked as he realized the dragon were underestimating him. He fired a bolt of black towards the oncoming assault and struck some of the dragons, causing them to fall from the sky. "No!!!" screamed the dragon. Sargeras smirked, "Without the paladin, none can stop me here!"

    ((I know right, "Wth dragons? Now Darced is losing his touch. Wait, this will make much more sense soon!

    Oh, and Lethean, don't worry. The Bronze dragons will not attack the Scourge.))
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    (( Okay. You know, for a second there... I thought for sure Lethean was about to have his ass handed to him for his arrogance. :P Oh well. Time to shed some more blood.))


    Velirra glanced away from the human momentarily as he showered her with compliments, trying and failing to cover the smirk that twisted her lips slightly. Looking back at Ralof she quirked an eyebrow. "I highly doubt there is anything wrong with asking for a little help once in a while," she said, drawing her bow and nocking an arrow in one, smooth motion. She relaxed her finger and, with a twang the arrow shot from the bow, impaling a ghoul in the spine. The undead soldier's body ignited in cyan flames and was swiftly reduced to a pile of ashes. At Ralof's curious expression, she smiled and said, "Arcane-imbued arrows. Rather handy, if I do say so myself." Suddenly, a roar shook the ground, and Velirra fought to maintain her footing. At first the huntress assumed they would soon be fighting more of the Scourge's deadly frostwyrms, but when she lifted her gaze to the skies, her emerald eyes widened in shock as she whispered, "The Bronze Dragonflight..."


    Lethean tilted his head up, glowing azure eyes locked on the bronze dragons that had suddenly alighted and joined the battle. "What madness is this?" the Scourgelord wondered aloud before shaking his head. "No matter. I have a task to carry out. The bronzes will fall beneath the might of the Scourge, for they are surely here to assist the Crusade and their puppets." To the death knight's surprise, though, the bronzes actually began fighting with the Scourge, Argent Crusade and the heroes and adventurers who had thrown in their lot with the paladin brotherhood against the Dark Titan Sargeras.
    "Madness!" Lethean proclaimed again, driving his deathcharger at a breackneck pace towards Tyr's Hand. Had the steed been a living beast it would have collapsed by now, but the Scourge's deathchargers were cold, durable creatures made for such work, and they carried out their jobs well. Bronze dragons, Titans... Lord Darced had his work cut out for him it would seem, he thought, narrowing his eyes. And now that work has fallen down on to me.

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    (("Bronze Dragons, Titans... Lord Darced had his work cut out for him it would seems. And now that work has fallen down to me." The Lich King nods, and his yellow eyes pierce the ice. "Damn straight son lol."))

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    Dragons...the Bronze Dragon Flight, will it would appear the plot has thickened then. ​Ian knew that Chromie was likely among them, a powerful foe indeed. When suddenly he saw that they were not attacking the Scourge. Interesting it would that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, at least for now. I wonder if the other dragon flights will intervene as well, and maybe they will not enjoy the Scourge occupation all to much, but that is not matter. "It seems as though, one of the key players have decide to make their move..."

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    Aldean watched as a bronze dragon landed within their lines and began to roast the demons before him. "Hail, friends! We are here to assist!" The drake continued to turn the demons aflame. Arinite approached the dragon, "Why are you here? Why now?" The dragon peered through her peripheral vision, "We are late, but not too late. Thank Darced for our coming." The Grey's eyes widened, "How...? The Scourge?!" The dragon nodded as she used her tail to wipe out a row of corrupted crusaders. "They are coming as we speak to battle the titan before us. They will leave you be, for now. Fight at their side." Arinite and Aldean immeadiatly screamed, "NEVER!" The drake moved onward, "Then, stay out of their way." Aldean grunted as he smashed a nearby crusader to the ground, "If I see the lich, he dies." The drake grumbles, "It is too late for that." She turned fully towards the humans, "He is already gone."

    Mograine and Sylvanas pursued the Scourge forces and Lethean who have all turn and run towards the keep. "Banshee Queen! Look!" Sylvanas turned as Mograine cried. Bronze dragons assaulted the walls and demons could be seen firing spells at them. The Forsaken and death knights stopped in awe. "What is this madness? Where did the Bronze Dragonflight come from?!" The Banshee Queen nodded after a moment of thought. "They only appear in place where there is a disturbance in the time-line. Perhaps something has happened that wasn't meant to be." The Highlord nodded, "If that's the case, then perhaps we aren't meant to be here." The Banshee Queen turned, "What?" The death knight continued, "Perhaps the events of these last few months, have been a glitch in the fabric of time; a mistake." Sylvanas had a realization, "What would cause a rift like that?" Mograine pointed onward, "Sargeras, I would imagine. We should proceed carefully towards the keep. Let's take positions behind the fortress." He points toward a tainted grove atop a nearby hill, past Light's Hope. "We will flank the demons and aid the flight. Then, we could proceed and help the dragons and Crusade." The Banshee Queen sighs, "The Highlord yet lives, and is in Scourge hands. He told me Darced was justified." The death knight growled, "It doesn't matter now. They've made it to the keep. All we can do is hope there are crusaders left to reinforce..."

    Then, a drake landed next to them on the fields, "Wait!" Nozari, brother of Anachronos beckons the undead. "If you approach the fortress now, your people may be destroyed!" Sylvanas watched the drake carefully, "What rift in time caused you to come here? Sargeras' doing? Darced's? The drake chuckled, "Both and more I'm afraid Banshee Queen." You must go around through..." The Highlord interupted the dragon, "We were en route to do just that, through the Noxious Glade." The dragon was taken aback, "Well, since you've already established a plan, I shall accompany you. But know this, Sargeras grows in strength, but he will not remain here for long." Sylvanas' eyes glint, "Why is that? He has every advantage." The dragon grunted, "He wasn't given the time he needed to prepare his form. He will go to the Storm Peaks to reclaim his avatar's body from year's past." She gazed the ranks of undead before her, making the drake uneasy. "He will go to the Storm Peaks soon, and there the people of this world must battle him, just as the guardian Aegynn did many years ago." The Highlord tilted his head a bit, "What caused Sargeras to need an old form, you said he wasn't given enough time. For what exactly?" The dragon turned, "Darced's mission was successful in that regard." Sylvanas screeched, "Now the damned dragons?! Why does everyone treat him as if he were a hero! The lich was a monster!"

    The drake peered towards the undead elf, "Darced was many things, some good some evil, Forsaken, mage, lich, monster.... Bronze Dragon. "

    ((It will make sense later! Fear not!))
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    Oliver looked to the skies and his eyes widened. Bronze dragons had appeared and began assisting in the defense of the Hand. They flew gracefully through the sky burning demons left and right avoiding all Scourge and allies alike. What are they here for? I wonder if HE is here with them...

    Oliver began to focus on his past. He was a child running through Tanaris desert when suddenly he became lost. The heat was getting to him and he collapsed. He thought he had passed out and that the sun was going to burn him to crisp. When he opened his eyes he noticed a strong wind gust out of nowhere and through the swirling sands he saw a bronze dragon. He heard voices in his head and realized the dragon was talking to him telepathically. "Fear not. You are meant for much more that what you currently are. I have seen it myself. Go back home now... and live. For one day you will be needed in a war to protect more than just the alliance... but the whole of Azeroth." He opened his eyes again and saw a book in ground where the dragon was previously standing. It was the first book of Alchemy he studied and what got him started on his path to becoming a Grand Master. I must seek out that dragon. He knows my future and where I will be needed.

    Oliver was on a mission now. He HAD to find this Bronze. There was still the problem of Sargeras though and this made him wonder again if NOW is the time he was destined for. Guess I'll have to find out. Oliver drank one of his agility potions and picked up a short sword and began attacking these red-eyed Undead. His motions were fluid and graceful. With a single sweep of the blade he had severed the nearest undead's head square off his shoulders. All the while he was screaming in his own mind BRONZE!! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME. PLEASE SEEK ME OUT! I HAVE MANY QUESTIONS FOR YOU... Oliver was disappointed at the lack of a response but he could feel it's presence in his rotted bones. That Bronze was nearby.
    ((Have to do some personal advancement here :P ))

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    After the short conversation he had with the adventurers, The Captain noticed they had stopped paying attention. He followed their gaze to the flight of bronze dragons beginning to decimate the demonic enemies. By the Light! Thank goodness they have arrived! Now we can finally end this farce. "I must return to my soldiers. Call on us if you need backup" he looked to Velirra and kissed her hand winking to the man who slayed the Frostwyrm from earlier "especially you my dear." The Captain put his helmet on and saluted the brave warriors. "If we do not meet again I want to thank each of you in helping defend the Hand. It has been an honor fighting with you all." And with that the Captain took his position among the phalanx and began to force the demons back through the portal. "Soldiers! Advance! We must keep pushing them back!!"
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    ((Cool idea Dangelo, you'll have plenty of time with the dragons to get the answers you seek. I look forward to this character's advancement :P))

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    ((XD. Now, let's hope mister Fordring here can save us all from death. LOL. ))

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    "Full of surprises, aren't we?" Ralof muttered in joy as he watched arcane shots of Velirra at work. He was about to ask her name, but his keen ears turned him behind as he heard distant wings flapping. A moment later he recognised the drakes of Bronze Flight, and cheered as they tore the enemy siege weapons away. "Damn! What the hell is going on here! What a mess!" he mumbled as he looked in awe, but the wave of fel energy that shot some drakes down broke his mood again. "That damned thing is Sargeras? Curses!" he yelled. Then he saw the captain gently kissing Velirra's hand, and he mumbled "Cheeky bastard!" at a volume that only he himself could hear. He turned his gaze back at Velirra and thought "Well, i'm not one for competition.", then said "My lady, what ever happens here today, you can trust me that i would definitely not see you request help from anyone, despite that you think a little help is not bad sometimes." referencing both her former statement AND as an innuendo for the captain. He put on his lady-killer smile and asked "Now only if i had the honor of learning your name..".

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    Grimgor's focus was already faltering, as he was partially fading away in the spout of light, and the approaching drakes of Bronze did no good neither. He lost his inner focus and his discipline shook, so the light he was trying to hold was disturbed. But the killing move came from Sargeras, as he sent a wave of shock over to the drakes, cunningly he did that right through the column of holy light, where Grimgor was hanging. Fel energies washed away at him, and sent him totally off conciousness, flying backwards to the ground. "All i could. Did i. So be it." he thought as he was falling. Memories of the past stroke him like it did earlier, when he fell off the tower in Andorhal at the beginning of this campaing. Column of light flickered away and faded totally, and with it, anything that held Sargeras from reaching full power. Rest of the defenders had to do all they could for from that moment forth, for there was nothing Grimgor could do anymore. He flied away and fell on the ground with a hard crash. Inside his mind, everything went dark.. Only a dim light, getting dimmer by the moment, stayed at the mid of his sight.. Getting smaller and smaller.. Further and further.. Darker and darker..

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    Sargeras prepared himself as the drakes swooped towards him. The blackened corpse of shadow had extended it's wings and the creature smirked. Heralds of the Titans it seems. These drakes have pestered me for the last time! The demon itself took to the air towards Anachronos and slashed towards the dragon with claws, black as the void. The dragon dodged the attack, but felt the evil trickle down his neck. It's true then, this is he... The drake twisted his head and let loose a torrent of fire towards the creature. Sargeras' wings flapped heavily and he absorbed the hit. He shot more infernal fireballs towards the large bronze dragon, only to be deflected by Anachronos' wing. The dragon hissed as the dark energy seared his wing, "I am Anachronos, Dark One. Son of Norzdormu, father of our brood. We are the Bronze Dragonflight and we secure the time-ways in this world." The demon watched as the dragon explained, his eyes a deep red and crimson haze swirling around them. The dragon panted and then continued, "No doubt you've met our kind before. No doubt you've tried this tactic."

    The demon fired more void bolts towards the dragon, but Anachronos was too fast for the least developed demon. "I have met the dragons before. The Titans have many purposes for you in worlds beyond." The dragon peered to the demon, suspecting a trap. "Surely you know that this world is doomed. I will unmake it, and turn it into a citadel of pure fire. A world of peace..." The dragon grunted, "You know nothing of peace monster! We are the Titan's herald of time and we know how you came here! We know all about you Sargeras!"
    The blackened figure swooped towards the dragon and their claws engaged. The demon's claws were locked with Anachronos' and he grunted. "It is you who knows nothing! The Titans created destroyers who would spit on utopia! By helping them you doom all chances of hope!" The dragon chuckled, "Here I thought you to be enlightening. I expected a truth that could convince me; something that would make me doubt my charge. But, no instead you hurl the ramblings of a youngling!" The dragon charges a fireball within his throat and the demon is helpless. "YOU'RE PATHETIC!" The flames engulfed Sargeras and the sounds of a high pitched hiss filled the skies.
    The fire subsided and Sargeras began to laugh from within the flames. "You're no match for me puny dragon!" The creature unveils a green orb within his hands and a cage of emerald appears around the dragon, trapping it mid-flight. "What is this?!" Sargeras chuckles, The Greystone is a wonderful device. In my hands, it allows me tap much of my power, even when away from my true form!" The demon's eyes erupted in red, "Now!..."
    Just as the demon was going to strike the dragon down, cannon fire pounded the demon and caused him to dodge, away from the smoke. He watched as the steam subsided and he spotted the remaining Alliance gunship opening fire on him.

    "Go lads! Destroy Sargeras, we need to buy the dragons time!" screamed the Grey cannoneer. The Dark figure smirked once more as he let a charged beam of emerald energy loose against the gunship. An orange barrier appeared, protecting the gunship, Alliance mages had erected it. "Hold the shields! We must buy time!" The ship captain nodded and directed the vessel to lower behind the fort. "We won't be able to support the ground troops from here sir!" The captain screamed from within the steering cabin, "We wouldn't be able to when blown to bits either! Prepare to land!" The crew began to strap on their battle-gear and their captains were explaining the situations to them. The Greys had anticipated complete devastation and planned for everything, except the dragons.

    The demon looked back and Anachronos had broken free with the help of his sisters. "It's over Titan!" Sargeras' form chuckled loudly, he held the Greystone again, this time over his head. "This is the end of you!"

    Just as the stone was about to erupt, strains of Light began to appear around the relic. The Dark Titan looked down in shock and anger as he spotted the perpetrator. "Lightwielder! You will die!" The demon thrust his wings to the ground and moved to kill the paladin on the wall of Tyr's Hand. There, Tirion Fordring, with Scourge at his side was channeling a holy spell to disrupt the Greystone. The demon impacted the wall, causing some of the ghouls to fly over the wall. "You have courage human! Fordring motioned to his new allies and they swarmed the demon. "Lethean! You must hold him at bay! I'll disable the Greystone!"

    Aldean, Cheveyos and Arinite fought off the corrupted and gazed in awe as they fell back towards Sargeras who has landed on the walls. Chromie launched a fireball behind them, blocking the way up to him. "My friends! You must join the Scourge in battle! Support them from here!" The drake looked to Arinite, Aldean and Cheveyos. "I will take you atop the wall safetly. My brethren will take the rest of the adventurers along with us!" Aldean grunted, "When the Titan's dead, there will be no guarantees." The drake nodded, "Let us focus on the now, human." The three climbed unto Chromie's draconic back and she dropped them off, over the way before Sargeras. "Now go! Give Fordring the time he needs!"

    ((Let a drake take you to the top of the castle wall, there you will engage in a boss fight against the titan. The Greystone is his main source of power and Tirion will need time and protection from incoming adds. You must all work together to take him down!

    And for those who down't know what the Greystone is. It's an artifact found in Alterac that once belonged to the Greys. Inside, houses power that was hoped to bring Sargeras into the world with help of vile sorcery. Now, it has the chance to be used and you must help stop it. Without it, Sargeras will be significantly weakened. From War of the Greys: Alterac Have fun!))

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    Lethean dismounted his deathcharger swiftly, and was mildly surprised to see Tirion Fordring dismount himself.
    "You're alive," the Scourgelord murmured, lifting his gaze to the top of the castle. "That's something good I suppose."
    "It will take more than a mere arrow fired by the hand of a banshee to defeat the Light's vessel, death knight," the highlord said, coughing. Despite the wounds he'd taken, he seemed in perfect health aside from a wide bloodstain on his chest. His voice was still powerful and commanding, and his deep eyes bored in to Lethean. "Why would one such as yourself rescue me, is a question I would appreciate an answer to."
    The Scourgelord chuckled. "Why, because it was Lord Darced's will, Highlord. Come now; surely you did not think my master was purely evil?" He saw that many of the Argent Crusade's allies were taking bronze dragons to the top of the castle, where he knew Sargeras to be fighting them off. "Sargeras is using an artifact known as the Greystone to finish what had begun years ago: bringing the Titan in to Azeroth fully. Though I can not seem to figure out why Lord Darced would wish it so, it seems we are all allies of some sort in this fight, Highlord." Lethean approached a bronze, Fordring on his heels. "Dragon," he said, nodding. Even in undeath and in service to the Lich King, the blood elf still revered the dragonflights and their power. "We require a ride to the top in order to aid the rest of the Crusade and their allies."
    The bronze's great eyes, filled with countless centuries of knowledge and wisdom, blinked once and gazed at Lethean. "Scourgelord," he said in a deep, booming voice. "Your motives are understood by my brethren, though for what reason I have yet to discover." The bronze tilted his massive scaly visage towards Fordring. "Highlord Tirion Fordring. Your name is known well to many of your kind. Perhaps you can finish what the Guardian of Tirisfal, Aegwynn, started so long ago." The bronze turned and lowered himself to the ground, clutching his wing close to his body. Lethean climbed atop the bronze and seated himself properly, with Fordring following closely behind.
    "As I was saying," the Scourgelord continued once the bronze had taken off, "this artifact must be destroyed in order to prevent Sargeras's entrance in to Azeroth. That's where you come in. I have high doubts that any of my directions will be heeded, therefore we will have to rely on luck and the hope that the rest of these adventurers harbor some sort of common sense." The bronze neared the top of the castle, and already Lethean could make out the figures that fought savagely for supremacy. "We - or at least I - will protect you. I'm hoping to not sound as if I'm giving you orders, Highlord, for that would be awkward indeed, but you must destroy the Greystone, lest Azeroth fall in to Sargeras's hands." He wondered to himself if Tirion had heard the unspoken ending to the sentence... Fall in to Sargeras's hands, and not the Scourge's. Though Lord Darced had commanded they fight with the Crusade in order to stop Sargeras, Lethean knew that the lich's future goals were unknown even to him.



    Even with the seriousness of the situation, Velirra could not help but be amused at the attempts to gain her affection. Several already - even amongst the soldiers, for they, too, gazed at her in awe - and the huntress suspected they would not be the last.
    Tilting her head slightly towards Ralof, she replied, "Velirra Dawnstrider." She noticed that many - the Scourgelord and the Highlord included - had begun to take rides to the top of the castle in Tyr's Hand. Velirra wasn't altogether sure what was going on up there, but she knew it had to do with Sargeras.
    "C'mon Emberfire," she said, quickly climbing in to the massive dragonhawk's saddle. "Up and away..."

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    Oliver could hear all the dark titan had said. His booming voice could be heard many miles away he was sure. Something about a Greystone and being able to use his full strength. This can't be good... I have to get up there and assist in the assault.Suddenly, without notice, a small dust storm appeared in front of Oliver. He was forced to shield his eyes as the swirling sand, dust, and debris were pelting him all over. In the center of the small vortex Oliver noticed something. A small bronze drake appeared to be staring back at him. This was it! When he was a boy the drake would seem to have been a large dragon but up close Oliver could tell it was a youngling. All around the two it seemed time had come to a standstill. Now Oliver heard a voice inside his head that wasn't his own.

    I have heard you calling out to me. My name is Zurizuri. I know you want... need answers and I promise all will be revealed. Come with me and you will have your answers.

    Oliver gratefully accepted this proposition and mounted the drake. All at once the battle around them seemed to slow to a halt. To his right, Oliver saw a piece of debris that was falling only moments ago hang in suspended animation. He reached out and effortlessly pushed it aside. What is going on? Is this some trick of Sargeras? He then noticed that he and Zurizuri had continued ascending up and up, higher and higher. This is my doing Oliver. Please call me Zuri. I have much to tell you and little time to do so. I can only keep this up for a short while.

    Oliver listened intently as the drake began to explain. I have seen your past, your present, and your future. As I told you years ago, you will play a part in a grand battle that will result in the destiny of Azeroth. I cannot forsee the outcome of that battle as Sargeras has obscured my vision. The battle here today is nothing but a taste of what is to come. In the coming weeks you will need to travel with these adventurers into the Frozen North to the Storm Peaks. Storm Peaks? I thought this was the battle.... are you telling me it gets harder??

    Oliver was floored by this. There seemed to be little hope at all of them coming out of this alive. I could leave this up to them. I am no warrior. I'm a scientist playing hero... Do not despair Oliver. I am here to assist you. There is something you don't know about your parents... they had another reason for coming to Tanaris outside of their own selfish agenda they led you to believe in. They were there to help the bronze flight. Oliver could not believe what was being told to him. His parents cared for nothing except riches. They wanted him to be a simple merchant and die a rich man... They wanted to protect you! They wanted to keep you from harm. Your parents came to Tanaris to research an artifact we had discovered during our time travels. It was a vial containing shifting sands of time.

    An Alchemist in the future created a potion out of these sands that could grant the imbiber the ability to temporarily transform into a bronze drake!
    Oliver was amazed at this news. The power of that vial in the wrong hands could wreak unimaginable havoc across the world. What is the catch though? Power comes at a cost. The laws of alchemy can't be ignored. What is given in exchange for such power? That is where you come in Oliver. Only one who has been able to create an Alchemist Stone can use the potion to it's fullest extent. The drain on the user would be too much and would kill them instantly; but you. You have such an item.

    Oliver gripped the leather pouch that lay against his cold skin. Zuri landed on the ledge where his allies were gathering and beginning to battle against the Dark Titan. She transformed into a beautiful human girl with bright blonde hair and emerald eyes. She was young and had tanned skin. "Here. This is it. I will be in contact with you soon. You are being watched closely by my brethren. Do not make us regret this." With that, Zuri handed Oliver an hourglass shaped vial containing the shifting sands of time. His leather pouch began to glow a bright blue and the vial itself glowed a vibrant yellow.

    Time picked up again and Oliver looked up and saw Zuri gone. Around him, the violence and bloodshed began anew. He took a long swig of the vial and suddenly double over in pain. Is this a trick? This pain is unbearable!!He screamed out in pain and then it was gone. He very quickly began to grow and in mere moments was a full-sized (though small compared to the other bronzes) dragon. Hanging from his neck was his alchemist stone, but it was not in it's pouch. It hung by a rope he quickly realized was nigh unbreakable. He had only seen his own stone once before when he first created it and was in awe of it's power. Behind the stone was a tattoo of an hourglass with sand dropping down.

    Oliver stretched out his new wings and roared in delight. With this new form came the knowledge on how to use it. With one strong flap, he rose above his comrades and blasted a group of the red-eyed undead with a powerful blast of fire, incinerating them instantly. This is going to be fun.


    ((I was considering what Dacred said and it made me think of Goku/Gohan in the hyperbolic time chamber and I have to agree it was kind of a cop out. Here is the final version and I'm keeping it this way :P ))
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    Ralof watched as Velirra took off with her dragonhawk, then he looked around for a bronze drake himself. But in a moment he saw Grimgor lying on the ground, left behind unprotected.. He rushed off to him yelling "Brother! Oh shit! Get up! Brother!". But he saw that his calls were in vain, as Grimgor did not move an inch. Ralof assumed the worst, and ran over to him. A pack of hell hounds were running towards them and Ralof took them out with a bullet storm. He crouched over the body of the dwarf and checked for any pulse. But he could feel none. "Damn it!" he mumbled, then let out a fierce whistle. Bolt Noir came running amidst the chaos and stopped by them. Ralof took out a few more demons meanwhile. When his horse reached him, he grabbed Grimgor and tied him tightly to the saddle. He looked at his face for a last time, to see any signs of life, but his hopes dimmed as he could see none. He sent the horse away to safety as he turned away from him, but thoughts would not let him go. That single dwarven priest, a mere simple follower of light, just stood there against the greatest evil ever known, all by himself, all alone.. And he sacrificed himself for any and all, without thinking or hesitating for a moment, without falling to the temptation.. Grimgor was a manifestation of selflessness. Yet, he was almost totally ignored by the rest of people, left there to die alone. Ralof just could not accept injustice and ignorance easily, and was hurt by heart to see that Grimgor's sacrifice would go unnoticed. He murmured a silent prayer for him. Even he owed his life to him; his hand moved unintentionally over his wound mark where he had been fatally shot and vowed "I will make sure you are honored, little great man." as his lightning fast horse took him away. Ralof turned back and moved towards the bronze drakes to request passage to the ramparts, where the final showdown would take place in this weird battle that evolved from old hatreds to saving the world.

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    Aldean, Cheveyos and Arinite began the attack on the demon. Arinite flung frost-bolts towards him and the demon returned with an infernal ball of fel flame. She erected an ice barrier around Cheveyos and she blocked the casting with her shield. Aldean charged from behind her and struck the demon with his hammers, bursting a tendon in the creature's wing. Sargeras swung into Aldean, but was then stabbed by Cheveyos in the side. The red eyes peered left towards the undead woman. He roars and thrust her into the ground. "My little pets will make this more interesting!" He cast a rune around his feet and Arinite's blow no longer had effect. Aldean could not get close, and Cheveyos had recovered and resumed her stance. Before them, demonically possessed Forsaken were summoned from thin air. They were dead-guards and Cheveyos recalled on in particular, her worst fear had been realized.

    A large undead had taken to the wall in the center of the newly formed squadron. It tore of it's helm and screamed at the party. "Death is assured!" It held a black claymore that pulsed with red veins, much like skin. Cheveyos uttered words from underneath her fear, "Aldoss!" The undead peered to her and smirked, "Sargrelle..." He charged her as the other Forsaken engaged the mage and warrior. Sargeras remained safely behind his barrier, regaining his lost blood.

    Cheveyos and Aldoss exchanged blows; Cheveyos would block and slice while Aldoss would smash through her defenses. He growled as kicked her to the floor, "No match for me!" She thrust her sword into his foot and twisted, causing him to fall. She landed atop of him and began to punch the undead in the head. She lifted her sword, but was thrown off by Aldoss' superb strength. "What's the matter old friend? Can't stand up to a lady?" Aldoss looked over towards the dragons and saw they were dropping off more adventurers. "Lord Sargeras!" The demon peered from his shield as it dispersed. "To the front my champion. Destory the Azerothians!"

    ((I went back into the RP a bit and noticed something dreadful! We left behind our favorite night elf Scourglord Sevenvoids! We must repair this most severe of blunders. I'll role-play as him, but Lethean, he's all yours; let's just say he just caught up from skirmishes against the demonic Forsaken or something :P Yay for more allies.))
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    ((Ah, Sevenvoids. Darc, how could you?! ;( Haha. Oh well. Our favourite and infamous night elf shall relish being under the command of one whom he attempted to kill in one of our previous encounters. XD.))


    Lethean and Fordring dismounted the bronze, who swiftly took to the air to join his brethren. The Scourgelord readied himself, quickly unsheathing Shadowfrost. To his delight the runeblade still blazed with fire as the cold, unyielding blade cleared its sheath.
    Perfect, Lethean thought, grinning with confidence beneath his helm. Highlord Tirion Fordring drew Ashbringer, and the sword's magnificent glow nearly blinded Lethean. Scowling, the Scourgelord shied away from the legendary sword. "Try to keep that away from me, would you?"
    "Fear not, blood elf," Fordring said, gripping Ashbringer with both hands. The paladin seemed to have efficiently recovered from his earlier wound, and was now in good fighting condition. "For now it does not shed your blood, nor does it shed the blood of those who serve you."
    Lethean wasn't sure whether to take that as an reassurance, or a threat for later. Does he mean to say that after this, he is still going to foolishly try and attack me? Dismissing the thought, the Scourgelord merely growled softly deep in his throat in reply. Either way. I have more important things to worry myself with.
    "I will concentrate on destroying the Greystone as you've requested, death knight," Fordring was saying, "but you'll have to make sure Sargeras's minions do not interfere. For if they do they may distrupt the process."
    "You concern yourself with your task, paladin," Lethean snapped, narrowing his eyes. "I'll worry about mine."
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