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    The zeppelin hovered from the terrace and the corpses of Neyira and the Wishdoctor slowly diminished behind the edge of the tall structure. Arinite frowned at the prospect of accompanying the Lich King, but she had begun to trust what fate provided her. Members of every race will band together to fight the Titan. You must be prepared to face the horrors of the future with the terrors of the past. Go now mage, and fulfill my prophecy. She shuddered to remember the last words, wringing them from her mind in a subconscious panic. She tore herself away and faced the fleet that now accompanied their zeppelin. The Skybreaker closed in and Aldean stared over towards her, "You alright?" She nodded as her cousin smiled, "Glad to hear it." His smile became a source of malevolent fear as her turned his eyes towards the molten husk of Bolvar Fordragon. "Know this, Highlord..." The Lich King raised his head in the warrior's direction. He stood on the edge of the gunship that soared parallel to his own. "The Greys haven't forgotten the Scourge. We won't hesitate to out you in the ground where you belong!" The Lich King nodded, "Good."

    The fleets were soon accompanied by Anachronos and his drakes who've sustained many wounds. The large bronze dragon idled next to the Alliance craft and spoke, "The last of the demons are no more commander." Aldean nodded and the directed his attention to the center of the ship, there Tirion Fordring, Sylvanas Windrunner and Highlord Mograine and Aldoss of the Grey convened. "The Greys have done well today." Aldean nodded to Sylvanas who seemed unusually contempt with her position. She walked towards the stern of the ship and faced her mortal enemy. "What is your plan Lich King? Why stop when we've achieved the momentum?" Tirion Fordring looked over at the slowly scaling view of Galakrond's grave. "He intends to raise the beast." Sylvanas darts back towards the paladin, "That's fairly obvious. But how does he intend to do it?" She points at the surrounding landscape. "Arthas had ample opportunities to raise this dragon. He couldn't have done it; why should we expect this time to be any different?"
    Bolvar smiled from underneath his helmet, "Because I have a friend that Arthas ignored." Sylavanas turned again and acknowledged the Lich King's gaze, "Darced?" Bolvar Fordargon shook his head, "The Mender of Eons."

    The zeppelin landed and the party began to exit. "Everyone get to defensive positions!" The soldiers spread as the Lich King approached the grave site. "Sargeras' minions will no doubt attempt to disrupt the party." His gaze shifts to Lethean, "Death Knight, I give you disposal of my armies. Use them to ensure the living remain safe." He turns and addresses the mortal armies, "Let my soldiers take the majority of the blows. We fight for your sake more than our own." He faces the grave again and prepares a summon, barely giving time for the surrounding soldiers to amass. "For those of you who received the shards of Frostmourne from Darced in Icecrown, Throw them into the grave, it will give me the power I need to summon the proto-dragon!"

    The dragon aspects suddenly appeared in the skies approaching the grave. Anachronos screamed, "Hold off Sargeras' army until they arrive! The Lich King will need help!"

    Screeches of demons poured from the skies as the dropped from the Stormpeaks. Fools! You only hasten the inevitable!

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    Gimain watched as everyone slowly went there own way to get to the next point. Gimain boarded the Zeppelin waiting eagerly for the next part of the adventure.

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    Lethean nodded to the Lich King. "As you command, master." He turned to face his personal death knights, who were now joined by hundreds of undead soldiers and Nerubian warriors. "Armies of the Scourge, we must protect the master while he summons our ally! We fight for Azeroth's sake... For now." He drew Shadowfrost and lifted it high into the air, watching as the runes flared brightly. With his left hand he reached into his cloak and withdrew his and Neyira's shards of Frostmourne, then tossed them into the grave. "Soldiers! Shield the adventurers while they hold off Sargeras's armies!" He watched as demons began descending from the sky to lead the assault. "Deth'rahl!" A troll death knight in heavy plate rode up to Lethean's side, expressionless and wielding a rune-inscribed tribal axe in his left hand.
    "Ya, mon?" the troll inquired, eyeing Lethean expectantly.
    The Scourgelord returned Deth'rahl's gaze evenly, a hint of respect showing in the blood elf's bright azure eyes. Ambidextrous, intelligent and ruthless. Perfect commander material. "I am giving you command of a small party, dedicated specifically to assisting the dragons with Sargeras's sky units. Frostwyrms are at your disposal. Do what you have to do."
    "As ya wish master. Sargeras will soon regret da day he eva returned." The troll turned his steed and returned to the mounted death knights, selecting six out of the thirty that remained and took them to a small, empty space. He promptly dismounted and drew a horn similar to Lethean's, and blew into it. The resulting noise summoned seven saddled frostwyrms, which they all mounted in turn and took to the sky with, weapons drawn and battlecries on their cold, dead lips.
    Lethean lowered Shadowfrost slightly and turned to the rest of his soldiers. "As for all of you, our only objective is to defend the master while he works to summon one that can help us greatly! We fight not only for the Lich King now, but for a world which we seek to conquer, and there is no way to conquer a world that does not exist any longer! By the might of the Lich King, we will defeat Sargeras! For the Scourge!"

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    Jang looked at the Lich King and his armies, and listened to his command. As Lich King stated his wish for them to stay behind, he could not help but object: "Hmmph! De living hide behind da dead? No way mon! I 'eve come a long way to please de Loa, an' nothing keep me from da battle! It be time for a little blood, yes.." he let out a sinister laugh at the end of his sentence. His eyes flared with rage as he saw demonic enemies descend upon them. His blood began to boil with excitement, that was the moment he loved most, right before he would lose himself in blood lust.. He would never cower behind undead or any weaklings. Jang'fon would just run straight into the enemies, and would stop only in two situations: Either him or the entirety of the enemy would be dead.

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    Raaaaaagggghhhhh! An explosion rocked the center of the grave and black energy sparked like lightning throughout the crevice. There, a entirely black human, with large curved horns and a bleeding hammer rose from the impact. "You are not the only one with the power to free Galakrond, Lich King... Sargeras raised his arm and shot a bolt of black energy onto the rib-cage of the great beast. "No longer will I suffer your little pets! You and peoples will bow before the end!" Elite abyssal walkers fell from the sky and filled the crevice, intent on protecting their dread master from harm.

    The Lich King's eyes widened, Damnit! He's come at the right time! He knows that I can't contest his power alone! He turned as the armies began to engage the demons that poured from the sky. Galakrond is lost, but maybe we can destroy the bones before the summoning is finished. He turned as the cascade of orange light still flowed from his hands towards the great dragon's bones. "Highlord Mograine!" He screamed and received a fleeting response. The death knight rushed back from the lines and ordered his knights to ensure his place was held. "What is it, pretend Lich King?" Bolvar ignored the remark, "You still have the skull of the Damncaller?" Mograine was shocked, He knows what I intended for it... The Lich King extended his one hand towards the death knight, "Sargeras may be able to summon the dragon first, we can't risk that happening. Use the skull and plant it into one of the dead dragons around here, he will occupy it. Then, he'll destroy the bones and prevent Galakrond from rising!"

    Bolvar sighed, "We need a team to assist Mograine in raising one of the dragons." He looks around as his grip on the grave loosens, "The dead will take care of things here, a party of the living should aid him!"

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    definitely rolosh ;0

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    Alex's gryphon stopped and hovered at a single tug of the reins, and the assassin released them and stood carefully in the saddle, struggling to keep his balance with his height and grabbing a pack while he did so, pulling it on to his shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, collecting himself. Now this... this, is stupid. But hey, with how things are looking right now I'll live twice, so why the hell not? He took another deep breath, spread his arms wide and let himself fall forward.
    A brief moment elapsed where he was in mid-air, arms spread like the wings of the dragons that fought Sargeras's aerial soldiers, mere inches away from the hovering gryphon. The clouds, the demons, dragons... everything seemed to be frozen in time. Alex suddenly realized he was holding in his breath, and exhaled calmly.
    Everything returned to the present. Dragons, demons, undead and adventurers all resumed fighting, the trees began to dance to the cold, frigid breeze, and Alex promptly dropped through the air.
    The breath was ripped from his lungs as the ground quickly grew closer and closer with every millisecond that passed. His dark eyes widened as he fumbled with the pack, and his fingers explored the rough leather, searching for the-
    Yes! He wrapped his index finger around the hoop attached to the pack, which was in turn attached to a string, which was attached to a goblin contraption built within the pack. Alex struggled to fit the other strap over his right shoulder, but when he did so he quickly pulled the string, aware of the substantially small amount of time he had to act. He closed his eyes and held his breath, and was shocked from his reverie when the parachute deployed, causing his head to snap forward. In the process of his chin hitting his chest, he bit his tongue hard... but was quickly overcome with relief when he landed safely on his feet after a calming end to his descent.
    The rogue slipped the pack off and drew his shortswords, spitting out a mouthful of blood and turning to face the others and their adversaries, a grin on his face but hidden beneath the shadow of his hood.
    If I do that again, there's a good chance there won't be enough of me left for the Lich King to resurrect...

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    ((What does rolosh mean? I tried looking it up, but it seems to be jargon. Let me know if you have any complaints of questions dar, I don't mind visitors.))

    Aldean rushed one of the wrath-guards that had assaulted his men's position. A company of human and undead riflemen had rallied behind the bulk of the undead forces and were aiming sky-ward. The infernal comets couldn't be stopped, but the black creatures with wings were making for easy targets. "Fire!" The riflemen cheered in disciplined hurrahs as they launched volley, after volley. They've also procured some repeating rifles from the dwarves that aided them months earlier. Arinite rallied the Grey soldiers along with Aldoss and thrust themselves at the demon's flanks. Any stragglers that got behind the undead were quickly burst into ribbons. "Show these bastards the true meaning of hell!" Aldoss swung his large spear into one of the infernals that landed before him. He pivoted and dodged a thrust from another, while doing so dipped his weapon into the creature's glowing leg. Arinite blasted the wounded elemental and it collapsed. Aldoss nodded, "You should help resurrect the lich, these adventurers know you well it seems." Arinite said nothing, but flung frostbolts towards the advancing demons, that seemed to appear higher in number. "Needn't worry about us lady Arinite." He thrust his spear into a wrath-guard, "I have this handled!" Arinite shook her head, "I refuse to leave the front Aldoss! I'm done leaving my soldiers to die!" The large undead soldier nodded, "Fine then." He lifted his spear and perched it on his back, "I'll go."

    Aldoss walked behind the lines and surveyed the fields of snow that lay empty behind them. There, behind one of the dunes of snow lay a wyrm's skeleton; ages old and ripe for Darced's resurrection. The warrior has done this before, raise in the name of the Lich King. He once escorted necromancers through the dying forests of Lordaeron and observed them. He, from time to time was ordered to read incantations for lack of suitable operatives. He remembered well those days, he relished them. Today, he stares upon the dragon's bones and sighs, Causis, to hell with your Light. All victory takes, is the will to live. He turns, And the guile to survive, by any means. "Highlord Mograine! Over here!" I hope he brings some of the adventurers, lest us two be overwhelmed.

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    "BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODD!"

    "HRRRHGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

    "BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD!!"

    Jang'fon roared three times with his booming voice, and his fierce warcries echoed through the crater. It was a call for challenge, one which each and every demon heard of.

    "Vengeance for Shadowtooth!" he yelled as he leaped through the demonic ranks with his monstrous body, that was going to be his last words for a while, as he would not stop to talk in a fight.. His yellow eyes flared with bloodlust and he slashed his dual axes on the abyssal he landed on. Demonic entity was reduced to mere chunks of rock and ashes by the brute force of his smash. He landed on the cold ground and had to immediately dodge two or three glaives that was poised to strike him. He ducked, then rose up to a whirlwind that slashed the demons around him, never giving them a second chance at a swing. His primal axes were covered in demonic ichor. He smashed a fel guard violently and tore it in two parts. He let out an evil laughter at the sight of the gore he just caused. "Finally!" he thought, "Goldrinn watch me! Bless me!". He went of a frenzy of successive attacks on a pack of fel guards and fel hounds, slicing and butchering through them, going deeper and deeper in the enemy. He took a few hits here and there, and a fel hound locked down on his right leg with its jaws. He shook his leg in a sharp manner and smashed his foot on the ground, effectively tearing the beast's lower chin apart. Then he looked at his wounds and saw the bleeding stop immediately, as tissues were closing up his wounds. A wicked smile was placed on his face: His Loa was with him. He thought how similar the situation was, when Goldrinn first engaged the demonic armies and became a legend. "I'll be a legend too.." he thought as he charged towards the direction he came, he striked the demons from behind which were engaging some of the undead forces. Ambushing his enemies in a swift swing, he sent many lying dead in the blink of an eye and relieved some of the friendlies. He let out a deep breath, inhaled a new one, and with that wicked grin on his face, he flung himself towards the demons again.

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    Circling high above the battle, Tichrom could see everything that occurred. It appeared that Sargeras was attempting to raise Galakrond before the Lich King could. Should either of them succeed, the future of Azeroth is very bleak. The druid spotted Mograine assembling forces for a mission; it was time for him to enter the fray.

    Targeting a group of demons near the Highlord, Tichrom went into a dive. Gaining speed and momentum, he waited for the right moment. Just before he became a bloody mess on the ground, the druid called upon the strength of Ursoc and pulled up, unleashing a burst of air that swept the demons from their feet. In the blink of an eye, the bird was no more as a panther slit the throats of the stunned monsters. Once the deed was done, Tichrom padded up to the Highlord. "So what's the plan now?"

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    Demons were dropping from the air and Gar couldn't help but feel helpless. His arrows bounced off the infernals rock-hard bodies and did not seem to even slow them down. Darkpaw howled loudly and bounded after a nearby felhound. The beast growled back and began spewing molten liquid out of it's mouth. The liquid covered the ground all around itself and made the soil burn.

    Darkpaw dodged left and right trying to avoid the attacks, narrowly avoiding a direct assault. Gar made a short, piercing whistle and instantly Darkpaw jumped forward onto the beast's back. He leaped again and ended up behind the felhound and as the demon spun around met an arrow to it's throat, instantly downing the monster. The pair felt revitalized after that and began their attack again. I will leave the infernals to the Scourge. Their numbers will beat the demons alone.

    Gar looked up and saw Tichrom diving down to intercept some unlucky demons. All that was left in the large cat's wake was a heap of bloodied demons. Gar caught up to him as he began to converse with Mograine. "I will lend you my bow and protect you as you complete your task." Gar knocked an arrow and aimed it at where he had just come from, ready for whatever unlucky demon decided to follow.

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    "Oliver. We should go now. The rest of the party has already started fighting." The Captain of the Death Guard Squad tried unsuccessfully to rouse Oliver from his notebook. The Alchemist had been writing down notes and talking to himself for the better part of the trip. "... destiny.... Storm Peaks.... Zurizuri... what does it all mean??" Oliver looked up and snapped his notebook closed. "Alright alright alright. Let's get this over with shall we. I have a new potion I'd like to try on one of these demons anyway... hahaAhahha!"

    The two stepped out of the zeppelin to see infernals falling from the sky and the adventurers already splitting into groups with their own assignments. "I guess we'll go over there. Death Guards! To me!" The Forsaken troops that had accompanied him got into formation and made their way over to where Mograine was standing. To their flank, an infernal dropped to the ground causing an explosion of dirt and rock that shook the ground beneath their feet. The forsaken troops jumped the creature but were being tossed aside like ragdolls. Conventional attacks don't seem to work on this demon. Interesting... Oliver quickly jotted this new information into his notebook then reached into his satchel and found a small vial with a swirling green liquid inside.

    The infernal was distracted long enough that Oliver was able to toss the concoction on the ground nearby. "GASMASKS ON!" The Captain had been around the Alchemist long enough to know that sacrificing his own men in the name of science was not beneath him. The troops responded instantly as the glass of the vial broke releasing a thick cloud of green gas. Oliver grabbed the leather pouch around his neck and it glowed a bright blue. The gas began to grow more quickly and the Forsaken troops ran out of it's range. After mere moments the gas cloud was big enough to completely encompass the demon. All that was heard was a loud booming yell that was cut off suddenly. When the gas dissapated, all that was left was a large pile of dust being blwn away by the wind.

    The Death Guards cheered and fell back into formation and Oliver threw some more notes together into his journal: must make more.
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    Mograine nodded alongside his death knights. They would continue on, but he was needed on a nearby rise. He lifted the lich skull from his pack and stared into the empty pits that once housed the fiery eyes of the Damncaller. The Highlord sighed heavily and motioned for the adventurers to follow him. He walked for minutes towards Aldoss of the Grey who stood above a large quarry in the snow. The battle raged behind him as he approached and he began to run, something didn't feel right, even to him. The death knight trekked the snow field in a hurried stride. Aldoss welcomed his with a nod and motioned his head below. The Highlord peered into the abandoned pit and spotted the remains of a dragon. This dragon was ancient and rested here for hundreds of years; the death knight didn't know his name but it wouldn't matter soon. Mograine's mind split at the thought of committing to the Lich King's will again. This Lich King was new however, he's sent the undead into a crusade in the name of the living and like most he suspected treachery. But he knew none would come; Fordragon wouldn't have time. Sargeras was about to win and the reality became apparent years before. Arthas had planned for this. I know it...

    The death knight knelled before the pit and placed the skull onto the snow. He then cupped his hands and looked down into the quarry. He murmured, allowing a dark energy to envelope his upper half. The words remained at a low volume and Aldoss unsheathed his spear from his back. The undead stood behind the Highlord facing the battle. "We have company."

    Orange balls of fire impacted the snow banks before the party. The flames resonated a fel-amber and ate the surrounding snow. There were six comets and from them emerged bipedal creatures with long nails and horns. Each wore hoods and dark red silks lined with golden metal. They wielded fel-flame in their hands and faced the party. "Our lord Sargeras know what you attempt death knight. The Mender of Eons will remain dead, and Galakrond will rise without your interference."

    Aldoss smirked on behalf of the party. The creatures before him were painfully familiar, he was well-versed in their manners. These were spiteful and sinister beings, deprived of the Light and any form of true justice. They charged the adventurers that stand beside Mograine and Aldoss. The Forsaken warrior jumps forward and screams, "Nazareim bastards!"

    ((Nazareim are essentially dreadlords. These are elite creatures that will offer some unique challenges. Good luck!))

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    Gimain got off the Zepplin, and saw the group gather around, as they were fighting demons, Gimain made his way over to the group, "I will help where I can"
    The party started moving to another location, when they got there, it was a big pithmm wonder whats of interest here? just then there were creatures getting ready to attack as the forsaken warrior jumps to them. I've never seen anything like these guys, this is going to be an interesting little fight. Gimain charged in with the forsaken warrior and swung his axe at the demon but he swiftly side step Gimain and pushed him on his way through, hitting the ground.

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    Aldoss engaged the first of the dreadlords. A demon in a blue hood that anticipated his blunder; Charging headlong into a band of Nazareim? Fool! The dreadlord was smiling as Aldoss flung himself at him alone. The others pounced on him, "What exactly were you hoping to accomplish?" The demon's eyes widened as the undead thrust the other Nazareim off of him. They dived into the snow and one's wing snapped. Aldoss swung his blade into the chest of the wounded demon, who then screamed as he disappeared into a plume of black bats. Aldoss perched his spear unto his shoulders and looked around as the dreadlords surrounded him, ready to cast their fel-magics against him. I'm helpless against them now. I was hoping for some help. He peers behind him and Mograine was safe for now, continuing the summoning. He then faced the lead demon again who wore a maniacal smirk. "We will roast you undead. Your kind will once again know their place and you will serve our master."

    Aldoss reminisced of their previous battle in Lordaeron and was reminded of Cheveyos' death at his hands. Go my loyal soldier. Do what you were born to do; slay who you love in my name! The Forsaken smiled, "No, not today asshole." He dropped his spear into the snow and held out his arms, "Roasting doesn't do any good demon. You see... " He clenches his fists and drives his right hand into his left, "You have to tenderize the meat first." The undead charged, " THIS IS FOR CHEVEYOS!"

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    He was red and green, all over. It was almost impossible to see his grey skin color at first glance. Jang was covered in his own and his enemies' blood. Yet, his muscles have shown no flinch, they worked like a well oiled machine. A swing here, a side step there, slash that arm off, bash this skull in.. He was lost in battle completely. After a while, he freed his left foot from a demon corpse that landed on. That moment, he took a while to breathe and he realised that he was standing on a high pile of demonic corpses. They were throwing themselves at him from every direction, yet he reaped their twisted souls from their body like a farmer harvested his grain with a sickle. Body parts, moaning and dying demons, and blood was everywhere around him. Whoever accepted his challenging shout, met their demise at his hands swiftly, so far. Demons stopped and tried to form rank, to finish him off in another wave. Jang raised his head and looked far ahead, there he saw Dreadlords striking his fellows. "Blasted scum! I be de challenger 'ere! Not dem!" he growled as he lost his temper. In a split second he made his choice: If they would not come to him, he would bring forth his challenge to them himself. With a ferocious roar he jumped off the tiny hill of corpse he created, slashing through the forming rank of demons. He sent a few corpses flying, then he thrusted himself forward, axes at the ready, and charged off towards the dreadlords. He took a few hits here and there, one almost impeding his movement, but he managed to maintain his stampede over his inferior enemies.

    "Hoooaaarrgghhh!!!" a furious roar was heard behind the dreadlords. They were circling Aldoss and had the upper hand, almost ready to finish him off.. Untill they heard that shout. Jang'fon landed behind a dreadlord and made a double swing on his wings from behind. But his bravery was foolish, as dreadlords were no mere simple enemies. The moment he let out a roar that would send any simple enemy trembling, it only alerted dreadlords of his presence, which made an ambushing strike impossible. Cunning dreadlord side stepped and grabbed Jang's both arms and swung his enormous body like it was a sack of potatoes. Both surprised and amused, Jang'fon flied off towards yonder and crashed on snow, creating a tiny mound of snow flakes at his back. Before he was able to get up on his feet, an evil laughter accompanied a wave of demonic bats, aimed at him. He was caught off guard because of his recklessness, and the swarm of bats covered his surroundings, striking at him at any direction. "AAARRGH!" he yelled both in anger and desperation, as he flailed his arms around himself to get rid of the pests. Still, his assault was not totally in vain, as it broke the circle formation of dreadlords and gave Aldoss and others an oppurtunity to strike.

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    The troll's attack gave Aldoss the distraction he needed. As some of the dreadlords turned the undead tackled them into the snow. He threw furious blows that killed two of the dreadlords. He smiled as the other three pivoted to face him, "What are you creatures?" The lead Nazareim flung a black spell towards the warrior who simply dodged it. But, the spell soon resided in the fallen demons corpses and a fel-green light emanated from them. "Don't think that humans are the only ones who can rise from the dead." The newly resurrected dreadlords smirked as Aldoss and Jang were now terribly exposed. Aldoss ran and picked up his spear he had left behind, We're going to need help! Mograine needs more time!

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    Lethean roared in fury as a felhound pounced at him, trying to attach its magic-sucking tentacles to his body. The Scourgelord flung the demonic hound off and brought Shadowfrost down in an arc. The runeblade cut through hide and flesh as blood spurted from the hideous wound and the felhound dropped to the ground, dead, lying in a pool of melting crimson snow.
    Lethean raised Shadowfrost in to the air as the blade began to glow a dark, unholy violet. Numerous clawed hands burst from the ground as ghouls and zombies scrambled to join the fight. "Do not think that you Dreadlords are the only ones capable of summoning minions," he said, smirking. He looked on as his minions charged forth, craving the flesh of the demons.
    "My lord," a raspy voice said beside him. Lethean glanced to his right and saw one of his death knights standing there, his blades drenched in blood. "The master is safe for now while he completes his work. Might I suggest a few of us move up to assist Morgraine?"
    Lethean chuckled. "The master is always safe, underling," he murmured. "His power outlasts us all. However I agree with your assessment. Out of the twenty-or-so left of you, I will send eight to assist Morgraine. The rest will remain with me." For a moment the death knight hesitated, then nodded and turned back to the rest of Lethean's soldiers. He shouted a few swift commands and a few of them broke away from the fight to aid Morgraine. Lethean sighed. "We have to end this soon. I may have an endless supply of undead soldiers, but my death knights are both my lieutenants and my vanguard. Without them our line will surely break, even with the master's strength to support us..."

    Alex watched in shock as the Nazareim resurrected his fallen allies, then shook his head and growled to himself. So what? It's just like fighting Scourge; they die all the same. He unsheathed his swords and charged. Oh, how stealthy and nimble I must seem, a rogue charging in to battle wielding dual shortswords, he thought, grinning to himself as he pounced on one of the Nazareim, both blades sinking in to the demon's throat and chest. In the end they'll have rather had a stealthy rogue attacking them. I might seem like an easy target due to my size and inability to remain stealthy, but all the same my skill in open combat serves me just as well. He ripped his swords from the Nazareim's body and jumped backwards, landing in a half-crouch. He quickly saw two more of the risen Dreadlords take his spot, grinning devilishly, long-fingered hands swirling with dark energies.
    "Damn it," he muttered, twirling his blood-soaked blades in anticipation of the coming fight. "Thought this was supposed to get easier!"

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