The massive light energy engulfed the area around Cyrus, Velshin, Sylvanas and the party.
Velshin amazed by the human power and conviction. He noticed the fear in Sylvanas eyes. "Hmph so even the Banshee Queen do experience fear after all." It wasn't a question more like a statement.
Velshin was asking himself does she fear the light itself ? or Sargeras? or something else? because with that amount of light energy....it can obliterate her and her undeads kind.
The light is more mysterious than he imagined....so even the very damned souls still can be redeemed after all.
The party became surrounded by many demons.
As the crimson knight preparing his two handed sword in a offensive stance his eyes and both of his hands starting to glow. Quietly he starts chanting and summoning the power of the light to aid him in battle.
He heard the booming and thundering voice telling the party that they will have no way to run from his lord's grasp.
Velshin was shocked when Anduin and Cyrus called his name Aggramar.
"So Sargeras is not the only corrupted dark Titan.....I see."
Velshin tone was serious and grim at the same time.
The situation is more grim than he anticipated but nevertheless he is not showing any hesitation or fear at all.
"Velshin!" screamed Mograine as he spotted an elite felguard approach the elf. It was covered in spines and held a massive warhammer. It rushed after the paladin with an unholy will behind it. The creature screamed, "LE TEL'RANEUS!" The death knight attempted to grasp it with his remaining power, but the creature simply brushed off the spell.
Just as the demon would have clashed, a bolt of frost blasted it backwards. Mograine looked back as he recognized the power. Darced's knight commander... From the swarm of felguards an elf in Scourgelord regalia appeared, his weapon at the ready. Lethean...
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After hearing Mograine scream, Velshin quickly turned and focused his eyes toward the approaching elite felguard. His sword Dawnbringer is glowing...preparing to clash with the demon in a fierce one on one combat.
However, a sudden bolt of frost blasted the demon away. That was not something Velshin was expecting.
He narrowed his eyes curiously looking at the elf death knight Lethean.
Lethean stepped out from his soldiers, demonic helm covering his face, eyes glowing a deep crimson. Shadowfrost's runes were identical, but the Scourgelord did not mind the change. "Velshin," he said, his voice deeper and resonating power. "A pleasure." He looked past the paladin, past the injured, and narrowed his eyes as he began walking straight towards Morgraine, his death knights close behind. Each was armed and looked more powerful than the last.
"Highlord!" Lethean called out, his voice ringing. "Sargeras's forces are closing fast... But you are not alone this time." He tilted his head in acknowledgement of his death knight brethren, then turned to the approaching demons. They roared in fury, pushing their attack on the party even harder. A felguard identical to the one that had just attempted to kill Velshin charged straight for Lethean, but the Scourgelord merely matched the demon's ferocity, dashing head-on towards it. He lowered his shoulder and smashed in to the demon, knocking it sideways as one of his death knights pounced on it to deal the killing blow.
Just as swiftly as he'd arrived, his death knights fanned out and began engaging the demons at every corner, some summoning undead minions to aid them while others preferred to fight on their own.
The fel guard dashed through his enemies, his huge axe swinging this way and that in hopes of striking down his foes. Unfortunately luck was not with him, as each blow struck nothing but the ground. A fortunate backswing knocked a fighting death knight down, and she quickly rolled over onto her back as the fel guard turned to finish her off. Weaponless she lied there, her azure eyes wide as the axe was lifted. The fel guard let loose a savage roar, marking he'd made a kill, and the axe began to descend...
Something slammed in to the fel guard's chest, and he stumbled backward as a spray of felblood hit the fallen death knight. Blood seeped from his wound as he lifted one monstrous hand and ripped the arrow from his chest. Roaring again he pulled himself to his feet, only to have another arrow lodge itself in his throat. Blood spewed everywhere as he fell backwards, and this time he wouldn't be getting back up.
Velirra lowered her bow, emerald eyes narrowed as she let her hatred for the demons take over. She stood there, seeming calm, confident and strong, yet underneath she was a hurricane of emotions. Few would know of her loss... And even fewer would understand her pain.
Another fel guard noticed his brother's corpse, and snarled as it faced Velirra. She slowly trained her eyes on it, then lifted her bow and nocked an arrow. Taking aim, she released the string and, with a twang the arrow buried itself in the fel guard's chest, inches below the heart. He dropped, and without even taking a second glance Velirra lowered her bow and strode right in to the battle, determination and pain both mixed emotions on her face.
Gimain looked up and watched as the human tried to take on the dark titan He's a damned fool if he thinks he can do it alone and with that watched as the human got thrown to the ground. [I]Ouch that looks like he's game now[I] but watched in shock as somehow the human managed to pull him self up again.
Gimain caught up with the party as they made there way around the terrace when suddenly they were getting surrounded by infernals. Gimain stood ready, shield raised high and axe at the ready as a infernal went for the pally but lucky the death knight pulled it back. "Come now lets finish this quickly".
The battle between the heroes and the demons is getting more tense.
Velshin will not just standby and watch. He should join the others.
Looking at the sin'dorei death knight Lethean.
Smiling "Hmph...never thought I would fight beside you again."
Long ago in the past both Velshin and Lethean fought together against a massive Magnataur that has been corrupted by a runeblade shard in Northrend. It was a long tough journey but they manage to do it.
Two giant felguards charging the paladin very fast with their huge axes roaring fiercely.
Velshin eyes starting to glow.
"Time to use it's true power I guess."
Velshin left his two handed sword up with both of his hands tightly holding it.
Most of the time Velshin refuse to use his two handed sword to it's true potential and true power..because not only such power is dangerous for him it's also dangerous for the sword itself. Dawnbringer for Velshin is not just any sword. It's part of him. In fact the very souls of his long deceased sin'dorei brothers are inside the sword. Only few times he summons the true power of his sword when needed, using his own determination and inner strength to unleash the devastating strength of his sword like how he managed to split the giant infernal's leg in one swift sweep of his sword.
"Mia....Valar..Ashtor I'm sorry but I will have to use your power...again.."
His sword start glowing brightly unleashing a devastating light energy. Blasted the two charging felguards oblitreting them completley. Nothing left of these two demons but few ashes and the remanent of their weapons in the ground.
Velshin expression changed. The sadness in his eyes and face is very clear almost everyone can notice it.
"So happy the death knight entourage could make an appearance." Paul blasted a lesser demon with a quick fire blast, then skewered two more with ice lances. Paul turned to see Velshin wipe two felguards of the map. Almost simultaneously a ranger made quick work of another fel guard. He heard a SWOOSH noise then almost instantaneously he blinked forward and an axe drove deep into the snow where he had previously been standing, fixing the demon in place. Paul turned around as the demon attempted to unwedge his large weapon but it was to late. The rune that was on his hand began glowing a harsh shade of red, shining through the wrappings, what came next was a massive fire ball hurled at the stationary felguard. The flames splashed onto another felguard, causing him to shift his attention to Paul.
"Don't get me wrong-" Paul hurled another fire ball into a large group of incoming demons "I wouldn't mind doing this all day but-" Paul brought his hand up by his face palm facing inward, and the blue rune started to pulse "What is our plan, oh and get down!" Paul brought his arm out and a frozen orb shot into the group of the demons, moving slowly at first but when it reached its first victim Paul snapped his fingers and frost bolts began spewing in all directions, pelting demons with the ice shards. One hand was smoldering the other frigid both runes pulsing a violent shade of there respective color.
As if responding to Paul's question Anduin's shell around Cyrus began to dissipate and revealed a glowing undead. His massive sword was thrust forward and pointed towards the entrance to Ulduar. He charged forward, shield still on his back and swung. The blast that followed wiped out waves of demons and rocked the terrace floor. An opening had been made and Cyrus screamed, "EVERYONE GET INSIDE!"
Another powerful force followed, crashes in the form of steps shattered the broken bodies left in the Light's deadly wake. A monstrous torso crawled onto the terrace, it had pale skin, almost blue, cracked heavily and lava ran like blood from it's eyes. "Anduin!" The king nodded and motioned for the adventurers to follow him. "Follow me! Let Cyrus take the brunt of the damage!" The titan crawled forward, leaving entrails behind him, "This city belongs to the Titans, to us! Leave this place lesser creatures so that we may send you back into the earth!" Cyrus clutched his shield from his back and held, both claymore and shield as if he were a shieldman. "I am your death Aggramar! Get ready!"
Anduin began to channel a powerful spell and soon released it. It was another great blast that thrust the contingents of felguards over the terrace and into the air. Aggramar's body was blocking most of the demons from getting through. "Make sure Cyrus is safe! Attack Aggramar only when we can. If Cyrus dies, this war is as good as over!"
The Titan cracked it's jaw and began to vomit parts of demons onto the floor. The parts began to animate and crashed into Cyrus like a sick wave of decay. He thrust them back with a powerful bash, but then the parts began to form with one another. They were developing into grotesque versions of their former selves, fel-guards, infernals, even Nathrazeim. They rushed forward, their frail bodies barely enough to stand. Cyrus attempted another bash, but the creatures exploded. He was thrown back, but still maintained his composure. Aggramar took advantage and swiped forward, barely missing the warrior. "Alright everyone! Watch out for his arms and keep away from those rotten things! DEATH TO THE LEGION!"
Velshin doesn't like the idea of leaving Cyrus alone fighting the Titan Aggramar. Nevertheless if the king of Stormwind himself is confident about his abilities..then the crimson knight shouldn't worry...but what if things didn't go according to plan?
Velshin pressing forward following Anduin.
Another felguard trying to approach the elf from the side swinging his huge axe toward Velshin.
"You demons never learn!"
He swiftly used his footwork skills gracefully dodging the attack. Slashing the demon very fast disarming it and cutting his hand. The demon didn't slow down and still charging toward the paladin. Velshin quickly opened his palm summoning the power of the light. He quickly jumped in the mid air putting his palm toward the demon face blasting his head off with Holy shock. Not as powerful blast as his previous one but more than enough to destroy that felguard.
More and more demons are approaching the party.
Velshin starting to show his frustration. "Damn it...is there no end for them?"
Gimain watched as another demon came by the name of Aggramar. Why do they keep coming? do they really think they can end us and our world?
"No matter though we will show the demons we don't just roll over". He watched as the felguards and demons were falling to the hero's. When Cyrus made a break through only to want to fight Aggramar alone. While he better take care of himself and that demon, if he wants to do a solo run. As the party advanced the demons just kept flowing around them trying there best to stop us. Gimain was at the back of the party just keeping an eye on things when a felguard started to charge at Gimain, he took aim and threw his square between the demons eyes instantly dropping down, Gimain went and collect his axe.
"It's a shame you are too dull to realize how wasted your efforts are!" Lethean snarled, ducking under the massive two-handed blade that his adversary was swinging at him. As soon as he was clear of the sword he straightened, Shadowfrost slashing open the demon's stomach. His intestines spilled out and felblood began to pool underneath it as the fel guard dropped with a thump.
"Death knights!" he called to his fighting soldiers, "herd them together, so that our allies may dispose of these nuisances more easily!"
They heard his order and did exactly that; they pressed their attack relentlessly, pushing the demons ever so slowly in to one massive group. It was difficult, as there were only twenty-or-so of them, but at least they were accomplishing something. A felhound leaped towards Lethean, tentacles outstretched, ready to drain all of his magic. The Scourgelord simply batted the demonic hound away, Shadowfrost following closely behind as he decapitated it. Beneath his helm his lips curled in a snarl, his crimson eyes glowing fiercely. "You'll have to do better than that, Sargeras." He growled under his breath.
Velirra rolled backwards, narrowly dodging the axe that dug itself in to the ground right where she'd been standing moments ago. As she straightened she drew an arrow and took swift aim and releasing it in one smooth motion. The arrow embedded itself in the doomguard's chest, the tip emerging from its back. It roared, dropping to its knees, and as Velirra strode by it she slit its throat with a dagger. The doomguard gurgled, felblood spurting everywhere as it died. Velirra sheathed her dagger and nocked another arrow, this time training it on a fel guard that was fighting ferociously amidst the death knights. She waited for the right moment, fingers holding the bowstring and arrow back with years of experience. The demon turned, revealing its back to her, and she fired. The arrow shot through the air, hitting her target dead-on. The death knights seemed surprised as it fell to its knees, but then they saw the arrow and one particular death knight, a huge orc wielding two maces, followed its path and spotted her. They made eye contact for a brief moment before he nodded and rejoined the fight with his allies.
Velirra stood there for another moment, the fire in her eyes dulled momentarily, before pulling another arrow out of her quiver and drawing it back. I will end every last demon on this world... Whatever the cost, I will avenge you, my friend.
As the battle between the party and the demons is heating up, a massive tear in the ground opened. A gigantic hand of red flame and rocks appeared from the ground behind the huntress sin'dorei Velirra.
Velshin shouted: "Lady Dawnstrider look out!"
As the giant Abyssal demon hand about to smash the huntress, Velshin quickly ran toward the Abyssal. With an effort by pushing his body and shoulders, and using the weight of his huge sword he managed to block the Abyssal attack.
"The fire in your eyes is dim lady Dawnstrider."
The tone of Velshin voice is serious but not harsh. It's more like a warning than mocking.
(Let us have some good tag team with Velshin and Velirra :P)
"Death will come swiftly little mortals!" Cyrus' eyes widened as he lost the titan's attention, "Run! Get out of the way!" A fist lauched into the terrace creating a massive ripple that lifted huge chunks of the ancient building. The party was lifted into the air and the rotten husks dashed to catch them. Anduin let out a large barrier below the group, hoping it would prevent the explosions from killing them. There's too many. By the Light we need to do something quick!
A flurry of arrows propelled outwards from beyond the barrier. Sylvanas had used the blast as a means to get higher in the air, and an aerial advantage. The arrows were finding their marks, but she was only so fast. She looked around, "Heroes! Help me take them down before we land on top of them!"
The upheaval caught Paul by surprise but he snapped to and began casting an enchant to slow the groups falling speed, allowing for more time in the air above there targets. "Kill them all!" Paul began blasting away at the targets from above, with a shower of fire and ice. Like shooting fish in a barrel... Paul thought to himself as he shot another group of ice lances out.
As the ground buckled, tossing the heroes in to the air, Velirra had a slight moment of panic while airborne. Oh, this can't be good, she thought, gripping her bow tightly. Just as they began to drop, their falling speed was slowed dramatically. She glanced around midair and noticed the mage, and then it hit her. Of course... He's giving us time to deal out a few blows before reaching the ground!
She turned her focus to the demons below her, and drew an arrow. Hearing the Banshee Queen's cry, she fired the arrow before nocking a second; this one was tipped with a pyrite arrowhead which emitted a faint yet foul green glow. The hunter narrowed her eyes, quickly selecting a target suitable for her specially-poisoned arrow, drew the string back and fired.
The arrowhead sunk deep in to the felguard's throat, and there was a small explosion as the charge embedded within the arrowhead detonated. A green mist enveloped the area affected by the explosion, and the results were every every demon in that radius dropping to its knees (or flat on their stomachs, she noticed, as a few felhounds were affected) choking up blood. She landed and immediately rolled to soften the impact, straightening in to a half-crouch and nocking another arrow.
Lethean and his death knights were thrown into the air suddenly, and the Scourgelord was the fastest to react, reaching out with unholy energy and grappling a felguard, dragging it through the air towards him. He twisted his body sideways, and as the demon flew past him Lethean sliced it in two with Shadowfrost, splattering himself in blood. Suddenly he felt himself become lighter and his falling speed slowed. He felt the magic pulsing from the mage, but this only took his attention for a split-second before he narrowed his eyes and grappled another demon. His death knights watched and mimicked him, using their magic to grip their enemies and pull them in. When they landed, Lethean was swift to continue the fight, charging straight in and cutting down another demon, Shadowfrost almost singing as its blade was coated in blood.
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As the ground collapsed throwing everyone into the air, the mage was quick to surround the party in a protective bubble, as they descended Gimain felt lighter making him fall down to the ground slower.Gimain watched as the party continued the slaughter from midair. "Blast it! that's the only advantage these other guys have over me". Gimain watched as they slowly touched ground again.
"It seems your champions have fallen little lich. Darced had nothing left to do but agree. The Greys were being annihilated by the Titan and he waved his hand as if telling the surrounding humans to stay back. "I see, you intend to take me on yourself then? "Never alone!" Arinte rushed to Darced's side. The Damncaller spied downwards, "You should lead the others, I can handle him." The mage shook her head, "We watch over family Damncaller. Your family won't forsake you again." A chill ran down Darced's spine as another voice appeared. Weakly, Aldean rose from the snow, clutching his chest. "Greys stick together..." Another voice came from behind him as an undead helped Aldean to his feet. "Never again will any Grey be truly Forsaken. Today, we forsake darkness itself."
Sargeras began a howling laughter that rang across the Storm Peaks. "You can't be serious! I'm on the verge of true immortality! You should be kneeling!! Darced responded, scythe in hand, "You've forgotten your promise Sargeras! You've turned your back on the Pantheon to free their creations! Now, look at what you've become! A slaver of worlds! As the Mender of Eons I swear that by the day's end, this world will be free of your filth!" The demon smiled as a gigantic crash engulfed the nearby mountains.
As if an eruption occurred the Storm Peaks exploded and launched half the battlefield into oblivion. Boulders rained for minutes afterward, crushing demons and men alike. Sargeras continued his laughter as a pair of tremendous green eyes opened from behind him. The mountain came alive for an instant and feet crashed into the snow drift ground. Tremors engulfed the mountainside and knocked combatants off their feet. A bellowing shout appeared and the smell of ancient death reeked the wastes. "Lord Sargeras has given me new life!!! I am GALAKROND!!!!! The massive proto-drake lived again, but now imbued with the shadows of his master's thoughts. His eyes glowed a fel green and fire dripped from the beast's mouth. He took wing and approached the battlefield. Arinite whistled and ordered the retreat, but she, Aldean, Aldoss and Darced stayed.
Darced looked to his companions and nodded. "Let us hold this ground, for if we fail, the heroes in Ulduar will have no chance!" The three Grey commanders prepared themselves for the greatest battle in history. Hurry heroes. May the Light guide you through those halls...
Cyrus landed and stabbed Aggramar's fist, causing him to let loose a ear shattering scream. His claymore was stuck, but Cyrus kicked the beast's fingers, while blocking arrows from demon archers. Aggramar screamed louder with each finger broken, Cyrus' strength shocked the titan. "No mortal could do such a thing!" Cyrus' eyes opened and a bright light permeated through. "You forgot the power you once had!" After the demon's finger's were through on the one hand Cyrus released his claymore. Aggramar held his hand and swore angrily. "Damn mortals! My bones are dislocated! Now I'll have to club you to death!!!" The titan began to use his good hand to quickly hit the terrace as many times as possible. Cyrus screamed, "Keep up the stream Anduin! We beat him once, we can do it again!"
More vomited demons approached Cyrus as he began to block some of the blows. "Get behind me and kill those things!"
Velshin felt the entire earth is shaking with each blow the titan is landing toward the terrace.
more demons are approaching after the titan start vomiting.
Before Cyrus even finish his sentence...Velshin quickly rushed in a speed of light toward the undead warrior Cyrus and start swinging his Dawnbringer to slay the demons. A fel hound tentacles rushing toward the crimson knight. The tentacles were too fast.. Velshin manage to dodge them but the way the demon hound swinging his tentacles was completely unpredictable and all over the place. Velshin was doing good by using his footwork skills and dodging all of the attacks gracefully until one of the tentacles grazed him but not before he cut it in half with his sword. Swiftly he took a three steps forward stabbing the demon with his huge sword toward it's mouth. Fel blood spray toward Dawnbringer.
Velshin shouted "Cyrus ! we need to quickly do something to that crazy titan !! at this rate the entire terrace will be destroyed upon us. The demons are not our only concern right now!"
Cyrus nodded, "Yes, we can't keep this up..." He pondered the situation even as he struggled to hold off the Titan's blows. Eventually, Aggramar would realize that Cyrus could only protect himself. There is something... Cyrus pulled out a cylindrical shaped object from his belt and immediately he got a response. "How did you get that?!" screamed Sylvanas. Cyrus thrust the object towards her as another fist came crashing against his shield. "I didn't use it." Sylvanas shook her head in disbelief, "What do you mean you didn't use it?!" Anduin responded through his attempts to heal the party, "You gave it to him, and he never used it. You know why!"
Sylvanas' mind was wrapped in horror as it became apparent these two were from a future she could not see. They knew of her plans, they lived through them. And now she knows the outcome, because her successor stood before her. A bane of titans, a champion of the Forsaken, in her absence. Who is this man? Why does she and Anduin know her so well? How did Cyrus get his hands on this plague canister unless she trusted him more than herself. Was he truly back?
She notched the canister onto her next arrow and aimed it towards Aggramar. "One should be enough!" The arrow flew and Anduin screamed, "THE WHOLE THING!?" Cyrus screamed in turn, "EVERYONE GET DOWN!!! ANDUIN!!!" The king erected a quick barrier and shouted, "Everyone get inside!"
The demons understood what was happening and rushed for the barrier themselves. Cyrus charged and knocked some away. "We have to keep them back! There's only so much room in this shield!!"
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