Endings Or Beginnings by Warneshi

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Lupen eyed the two Humans, one he recognized, Strahad Farsan, whom Lupen had briefly trained under, and the other he did not know. Lupen dashed to Syreena's side and extended his left arm across her torso, as if protecting her from some invisible, unstoppable, bolt. Lupen knew full well Syreena could take care of herself, but the Dread Mage would see to it that she would recieve no punishment this eve, he wished to take it all. Lupen's claw of a hand fondled his back, assuring The Blade was tightly strapped into its sheathe. The Forsaken's neck cracked as it turned to catch Guduk and Zuru's sight... "Take the lesser of two evils... You may leave, or stand and fight." Lupen returned his gaze to the humans, his left arm unmoving, he spoke out in his best common (which was marred by a constant stuttering and gargling due to the plague's effect on his throat and lower jaw), "Comrades, I am a hellcaller much like yourselves... I have no qualms with you today..." He paused, meeting their statue-like faces. "I can see diplomacy is far, and Pincus has not instructed you to place harm upon us. I will see to it you do not hinder my quest."

With those quick, razor sharp words, his right arm shot upwards toward the reddened sky. A small, rock-like object was secured tightly in his grip. The Warlock's right shoulder and arm twitched violently as his Arcane Energies met with The Blade, and channeled into the Infernal Stone. He growled in Demonic, "Legion, give me your greatest in this time of need. Warneshi, channel your energies to me..." His mutter turned to a yell, a terrible, unspeakable bellow, "Bring din and chaos to this world!" The clouds parted overhead as the stone seemed to implode in on itself. A faint rumbling which only broke a quarter minute of silence turned into that of a rising storm as an otherworldly beast fell to Azeroth in an explosion of dust and sulfur. Out arose from the fresh, smoldering crater was a form of unimaginable hate and size. It was a being of rock and flame, brought together in a symphony of carnage. The Demon emitted the sounds of One-Thousand Souls End as it roared. The world was scarred now by awe-inspiring death.

Lupen spoke softly and harshly in his Demonic Tongue, "Kill them, save for the Forsaken." The Demon charged toward the group at full-speeds bringing only the trail of the Nether with him.

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by Razev

Razev Eonar pulls an old, rotting book from his shelves, titled, The Darkness Under the Sand, and begins to read to himself.

"And when the hope and doom of the sand is trapped,the world will shiver as the fate of the world falls grim."

Razev is about to put the book away, when a vision takes him. Asit always did, it came in flashes, but when he awoke afterwards, henoticed a pen in his hand. Reopening the book, there is a slightchange to the text. "And when the hope and doom of the sand istrapped, the world will shiver as the fate of the world falls to theGrim."

"Hmm, Warneshi disappeared sometime ago, I imagine this will come topass sooner rather than later." Just then, the shadow of Slys'Thoktouched the world. "One way or another, this story will end today. Let's hope some of these other stories will get a chance to survive."

Razev held the book in his hand, and concentrated on it. As he did, thebook turned to ash, leaving behind a shard of Azsharite in hispalm. "A material known for it's ability in weakening demons. Iwonder if this will be useful." He begins to teleport himself to where he will be needed.

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Ashagga gritted her teeth. Lupen hadn't yet attacked one of the Grim... his monstrous demon, which set her teeth chattering in fear, was only preparing to assault those Pincus had summoned. Ashagga saw a chance to avert bloodshed, and prevent more wrong from being done to the Grim. Still lurking in the shadows, she began creeping around the battlefield toward Pincus.

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Syreena gasped, slowly lowering her daggers when, at Pincus's beckoning, a strange mix of races emerged from the shadows around them. Then he ordered Guduk to take them to find Skash, and Syreena turned to find the warrior. She suddenly had the feeling she did not want to be here, and she was eager to be under the protection of Guduk and his shield.

But the warlock spoke again, and Syreena cringed when she heard that she was to remain here. In silent obedience, she turned back to Pincus, only to notice the human and his felhunter's attention on her. Of course, it had to be a felhunter, she thought. She resisted the urge to fade into the shadows, knowing the effort for concealment would give her only a false sense of security. Even if she did manage to avoid detection by the warlocks and their felhunters, she didn't want to risk angering Pincus more than what he seemed already.

At Lupen's protective gesture, she took half a step behind him, watching quietly as he spoke strange languages and then sent a demon into the group Pincus commanded. A small part of her marvelled at Lupen's blatant defiance to an Irredeemable. The group of warlocks didn't frighten her much, except for Pincus himself, but to attack a superior, or even his servants, was something she couldn't even fathom doing herself.

Mostly though, she was too busy worrying about whether she was to share Lupen's punishment. Her usually unimaginative mind conjured up images for her of felhunters eating what was left of her innards while her rotted flesh burned and smoldered from spells of fire and shadow, and her soul was captured into a crystal. Syreena shuddered.

The goal, however, was not entirely lost on her, and she still didn't believe that any Grim would not be willing to help Warneshi return. She laid a boney hand on Lupen's shoulder.

"Maybe if we don't fight him, maybe he'll help us bring back the Tyrant," she suggested quietly.

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Lupen looked back at Syreena, the seconds between the calamity of battle and the serenity of peace felt like an eternity. "Sister, Pincus has no desire to aid Warneshi's return. He only wishes these powers, the powers of The Blade harnessed..." Lupen thought, he contemplated if Pincus was really to harm Syreena and him, were his actions in the name of personal gain, or The Legion? The Burning Legion was a dream that only few Warlocks dare think of, Lupen was aware Pincus had this same burning desire. After all, Dread Mage Vakov wished to be a part of the glorious Legion himself.

"... Don't worry," Lupen continued, "I won't harm Pincus, and I won't let any harm come to you."

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((deal with the long post, and hurry up your battle you darned warlocks!))

Bloodshine took a breath of tainted air after the demon disappearedback into the shadows where dark things lurked. The taint thatSlys’Thok inflicted the land with was strong, and like a dirty veil itclouded even keen Bloodshine’s thoughts. If Warneshi was taken by hismother, as it seemed he had been, clear as day through the hatred thatshe saw within his eyes when he spoke to her, then bringing him backwould be even more dangerous. For years her only desire had beenWarneshi’s death, even after centuries of the Sandfury Empire’s falland her memory of it had faded.

These last few years she had served Warneshi for her daughter’s sakeand safety, not for her love of him, despite the trust she began toplace in him after he returned life to his father’s old sword. But,her daughter’s life was still at stake, and Lilliana could still besaved. Slys’Thok’s evil could cloud the strongest mind, and this cloudof judgment was then added to a desperate mother who wished to save herchild from a never ending eternity of hell, banished from rightfulrest. She had no second thoughts about bringing Warneshi back into theworld.

As Bloodshine exhaled, she felt a familiar presence, one that had notgraced her senses in hundreds of years. Her heart jumped, for despiteher manipulative mannerisms and history with the Sandfury tribe,Bloodshine was a sensitive soul for those few that had found their wayinto her heart. Worneshi had been one such being. Warneshi’s twinbrother, born under the sun those years ago to Ukorz after he lay withSlys’Thok in the guise of Bloodshine herself, had been her subject andcharge. She had trained him in the arts that she deemed fit for theSandfury to practice, and had seen him murdered by Warneshi along withhis father. She had stolen his body away from the battle that day,saving herself when all was lost from Warneshi’s destruction of theSandfury empire. She had buried him in secret, open to the skies. Butnow, but now she felt his presence as if he was just beside her; hisfamiliar scent was on the air, and it inflicted her nostrils with it’sstrong odor, rocketing her back to her past days of royals andtyrants.

The sound of Bloodshine’s strong, raspy old voice echoed across all thecreatures gathered here, and she spoke to Pincus. “Irredeemable Pincus,I will not interfere here.” She bowed her head, and her raptor did thesame. She looked to Lupen, “Good luck, Lupen.” She ended with asneer, and then turned her raptor and rode off, leaving Pincus andLupen and all the others with their battle. Bloodshine did not needLupen’s instruction, she had lived long and could come to her ownconclusions as to what the tyrant wanted. Lupen could fight thisbattle on his own and win, and then search her out after she hadcollected the innocent soul of Worneshi. She hated leaving the bladeof Warneshi’s father behind in Lupen’s care, but she could not wieldsuch a weapon and would have to trust that Lupen was strong enough tosee himself through his battle with the blade intact.

Zuruzuru had already disappeared after hearing Warneshi’s“instructions”, deep within his mind. Only Syreena noted that his oncevisible form cleverly sank into the shadows. Bloodshine had not saida word to Zuru nor Zuru a word to Bloodshine, but he had disappearedeven before she spoke. The two perhaps linked within their thoughts tofollow what the other was doing. A clever maneuver orchestrated byBloodshine in the days she would lead battles from behind the Generals,without their knowledge, only now, Zuruzuru knew, and accepted it. Itwas part of the price for him to pay as the pair worked to returnLilliana’s life to her now that Warneshi has fallen into darkness withthe demon. He respected the shaman, and would keep close ties with herduring this time so that they may continue to work as a team.

When Bloodshine was out of the sight of the group, she waited forZuruzuru to appear from his hidden stealth. When he materializedbefore her, she offered him a hand, and he slid onto her mount for herraptor was much faster and trained than Zuru’s, and they could maketime better.

“Do ya know who it is we be searching for, Bloodshine?” Zuruzuru whispered into Bloodshine’s ear.

The old shaman nodded her head. Her heart was beating as fast as adragon flies wings, and it sounded as strong as a crashing wave. Theyran fast and hard, Bloodshine following both the scent in the air andthe ache in her heart towards an entity that had once held so muchpromise, but had been broken with Warneshi’s corruption. It did nottake long before Bloodshine and Zuruzuru rode up before Skash andWorneshi, the pair sleeping peacefully beneath the stars, oblivious tothe struggle that was racking Azeroth at every moment now, oblivious tothe horror that the Grim were going to allow into the world.

Zuruzuru slid off of Bloodshine’s mount and crept towards the pair,while Bloodshine rode boldly forth, her crimson eyes set uponWorneshi. Skash was the first to waken at her approach, for hisvigilance if not his intelligence was refined and keen. She smiledwarmly at the orc, a smile reminiscent of one that Lilliana would havegiven to Skash, special and reserved solely for the fun lovingwarrior. Bloodshine looked the mirror image of Lilliana, save for herage. She was her mother after all. Skash elbowed Worneshi to wakenhim to be polite for Bloodshine. Skash had not seen Lilliana’s mothersince the evening that Lilliana died, and although some time hadpassed, Skash had not forgotten about it. Skash still had a goblin tohunt to avenge Lilliana’s death.

“Hey! Yous wake up! Lilli’s mother come to greet us!” Skash bellowed,and Worneshi awoke, sitting up to stretch his arms. Bloodshine’s eyeswere already on him, set against his own and firm. He turned to lookat her and instantly rose to his feet and threw his arm across hischest in a bow familiar to the Sandfury and offered to those of highrank. Her blinked once, not remembering where he had learned such abow, but it seemed appropriate in the face of a troll as lovely as thisred haired female, many years his senior. As the two of them exchangedgazes, he could not help but to think she very familiar, and herpresence comforting. He turned and smiled broadly at Skash.

“That’s Lilli’s mother, but Lilli’s dead now, the tyrant bes keepingher safe though.” Skash explained to Worneshi, as if that would beenough explanation for Worneshi.

“Bloodshine.” Bloodshine offered her name for Worneshi. Her voice wasraspy but it sounded like honey to Worneshi’s ears. She had only saidone word but she could already tell that he was under her control, asso many others had been in the past of the Sandfury Empire. She wantedto cry but instead she tilted her head, a warm expression on her facecoupled with a look of urgency.

“Worneshi, Mistress Bloodshine.” Worneshi bowed again, surprised atthe words that left his mouth. Mistress? Why would he care to callthis one mistress? It simply seemed the right thing to do for her.

Bloodshine’s heart dropped, but she had no choice, no choice at all. “You are in danger, my dear Worneshi. I’ve been sent to collect you. Come with me.” She held out her hand of delicate talons and Worneshifound himself taking it in his own. “You have no raptor of your own,we’ll ride together.” She paused and looked to Skash when he began toprotest. “You can come as well Skash, I would appreciate yourprotection, as you offered it to Zuruzuru when my family was attackedby the goblin rogue’s forces.”

Worneshi leapt up behind Bloodshine, and turned to Skash, lookingearnest for his new friend to come along with him on this newadventure. Why would he be in danger? Who would be wanting to causehim harm, other than silly Alliance? Either way, Bloodshine and Skashwould help him, he trusted Skash as his new friend, and Bloodshinebrought a comforting presence that enveloped him like a mother. Eonspast, that feeling had been real.

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Zuru watched as the unfamiliar troll mounted Bloodshine’sraptor. The rogue knew this to be the one Warneshi spoke of in his mind at thebattlefield; the burden now fell upon Zuru and his unlikely cadre of allies toprotect him. The Tyrant had already cast Lupen’s part in this mummer’s play,and named Pincus as the villain. The thought of Grim against Grim unnervedZuru; newly joined in the legion, he may find himself with few allies should therebe a widespread factional divide. He looked to Skash and tipped his head. Theorc had been his savior during Gabricci’s ambush in Tanaris, however he had notbeen mentioned when Warneshi visited Zuru’s mind. The rogue worried a bit thathe had found this twin of Warneshi’s with the orc warrior. What were the ties there?What part did this “Worneshi” play in the rebirth of the Sandfury king? Zuruowed Skash a debt of honor, and may even feel an emotion resembling guiltshould he be forced to act against him. Yet he was a rogue, and the concept of“honor” was malleable and gray amongst his kind.


Zuru calledforth his raptor and saddled up. “Milady, permit me to ride ahead and scout thearea,” Zuruzuru said to Bloodshine. “We’ll move to Tanaris, and find a safeholdthere.” Zuru pointed at Worneshi. “We might be wise to blindfold this one herewhen we get closer…for his own safety, a’ course. Wouldn’t one anyone pickinghis brain and finding out where he is, would we? Stay off the roads. That’s thefirst place any will look, and some folk might mistake him for the Old Kinganyways. It’ll make the going slow, but what’s life without a little risk? Youwon’t see me, but I’ll be around.” The rogue turned his eyes to Bloodshine. “Ifthings go bad, and they most likely will, you know how to reach me, milady.”


The rogue’seyes narrowed in determination, but beneath his mask his mouth twisted into abitter scowl. The time he had spent with Bloodshine held as much pain as it didcomfort. The old shaman had been tutoring Zuru in the ways of trollspiritualism, to help him better understand the nature of the secret he kepthidden within him. In return, somewhat to her protest, he was teaching her thesecret handsigns and language of thieves. The pair shared a mental link, butboth knew that at times magic faltered, and one must always be prepared. Hecherished the time they spent together, yet sometimes when he looked upon her,he saw Lilliana in her later years, wise and powerful. Still, she was all therogue had of his lost love….at least until they could bring Warneshi back. Andthen…


Zurugritted his teeth and brought his mind back to the situation at hand. “We’rewastin’ time, and we ain’t got it to waste. Let’s move.” The rogue paused as hegripped the reins of his raptor. “Oh, and Worneshi? Do exactly as Bloodshine orI tell ya. Muck up yer own rescue and I’ll have no trouble guttin’ ya myself.”

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Regna-N'Etah watched the battle unfold, scowling as he did. When he saw Bloodshine move off, he tracked her with his spyglass...and cursed as his eyes looked upon the troll that she was now talking to. This would not go well...He quickly mounted, and rode at them riding as fast as he could, not caring who saw him now. As he approached, he gathered all his energies into a huge ball of fire and let it fly, sending it to wash over Worneshi, burning the Tyrant's brother, following it up with another blast of flame before reigning in.

"If you wish to save the Tyrant...then I have a plan. But if we want a true Tyrant back..the one that was once in the Grim and not just another pawn of her...then we need to make sure all of her demon blood is gone from this plane."

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Bloodshine wheeled on her raptor, the creature hissing and snarling asRegnantah's attack plumented towards them in the form of a ball offire. The shaman had but enough time to knock a totem down to theground to eat the spell that was meant to careern over Worneshi, andpossibly injure her as well. She was surprised when she saw itwas Regnanetah, but Lilliana had never fully trusted that one althoughshe had claimed him as friend, but he did not back Warneshi with hisheart as Lilliana had done.

"You fool! What are you doing?!" If Regnanetah had spokenbefore his attack, then Bloodshine may have listened, but at this pointshe was beyond considering him as an ally, he had opened firefirst. "My goal is not only for the 'tryant'" She wanted tospit. "But for Lilliana as well. You know of her death,Regnanetah, although you never came to mourn her loss with the rest ofyour tribe. Stop meddling, you are only use to me if you helpnow."

Bloodshine kicked her raptor hard in the sides, Worneshi holding tightand paralized with terror. "Zuru, distract that damn mage!" Bloodshine ordered as she rode off.

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Zuru turned at Bloodshine's order to face the mage. The rogue spent the briefest of moments in concentration to call forth the spirit within him. Spider, thought the rogue, I may need t' borrow a bit of yer strength now.

The totem within him chittered. You know the price, my child, it replied. You will render unto your Mother proper sacrifice.

In good time, thought Zuru as he felt her power course through his body. Blood would be paid. He prayed it would not be Regnanetah's; Azeroth's soil had drank too much Sandfury blood as of late.

"Shadowflame!" Zuru yelled to the mage. "Ya may not see it, but I am tryin' t' help ya here! Buckle down with the magics and come with us. If ya refuse....our tribe is gonna be one troll fewer either way."

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Skash was rather surprised to see Bloodshine again. He had reluctently given Worneshi over the shaman. Bloodshine was Lilli's mother and spiritual advisor to the sandfury for many years, and he knew if there was a way to return Lilli to this world, she would have a part to play. As such, Skash trusted her, but only so much. He insisted on accompanying his new friend, both to protect him and out of curiosity. Something was not right... Skash felt the taint that was in the air; the remnents of the demon possesion still lingered within him, but the rage long since gone.

When Reg had launched his assault on his friend he knew there was something much greater happening. Something that involved Warneshi in some way. Skash could not face the mage head on. His armor deflected all but the mightiest blades, but he needed his specialy enchanted armor to deflect spells. When Bloodshine called out for Zuru to take care of the mage, he turned Simba and rode alongside the two trolls, making their escape.

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Guduk grunts at Pincus as the warlock tells him to leave, he nods, taking one look at those still around and mutters "This is just too much, The Grim should be working together, not this madness" he moves back to his Kodo and mounts, then starts to move off, not really having a direction in which to go.

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Seeing Bloodshine and Zuru turning against him, Regna-N'Etah called up his magical shield to protect against Zuru while turning his attention to Bloodshine's Raptor. Calling forth arcane energies, he warped it's shape, shrinking it into a small and harmless pig.

"YOU are the fool old troll..You are so caught up in ja own loss, ja did not see me mournin..Ja are caught up in ja own loss, ja do no see da danger for LILLIANA dat doin dis will cause! Ja may be old, but it seems time has No taught ja ow ta look towards wha ja actions kin cause in da future.

Warneshi as he is has failed twice to control the demons...Ifn ja bring him into a body JUST as tainted as his own...then it will only be a matter of time before it happens again. Who will she force im ta kill den? The newly resserected Lilliana? Yourself? Another Grim Iredeemable...As long as da demon blood flows in is veins..e cannot be trusted...Ifn E is brought back in dat body...tainted once more...Den E will no longer be Grim, an will jus be anodder enemy ta kill.

Dere IS other options..it will take much sacrifice, be harder ta accomplish...an we will need da help ah dose two idiots battlin behind us...but dere be a chance ta ave a Warneshi dat is free ah da Demon blood..but first we mus expunge all ah er taint from da face ah dis planet...an dat ting righ dere be full ah er taint."

Reg points with a look of disgust at the troll Worneshi where he fell when the raptor was transformed out from under him.

"An tink ah dis..while Warneshi as er soul...ifn E be tainted by demons..wha prevents im from jus swallowin? A demon tainted Warneshi..brought back on her terms...means only dat we've brought an enemy dat has NO reason ta return Lilliana or elp us in any way. It be obvious ja no tinkin ahead...strickin wit grief. Do no be da fool an make it worse by no thinkin...Da demon tain mus be expunged...unless ja jus feelin like killin jaself, an dere be quicker, les painful methods dat won cause so much sufferin ta odders amoun da Horde."

Regna-N'Etah sheathed his sword as he awaited her answer.

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Warneshi watched the two warlocks and their duel. He snorted, clearly unimpressed with how this particular situation was going, he realized quickly however he was unable to sense Bloodshine or Zuru anywhere near. This was good as he had sent them out to protect his brother, however for a brief second he knew he had felt Regna-N'Etah, and now his presence was gone; this worried Warneshi for he knew of the mages plans to stop him.

Warneshi could stray his sight to far from the blade, however he had other ways. Calling deep into himself he summoned a soul that could give him the sight he wished, for this soul had two very strong connections that Warneshi had every intention to use. Calling forth the soul of Lilliana, Warneshi marveled for a bit at the stoic silence of her soul, it neither screamed in rage or agony. It meerly watched him, as if dissapointed with his actions. Warneshi felt deep within him a pang of guilt and sorrow; Lilliana had always professed that Warneshi was a good troll (as good as a Tyrant of a ruthless people could be anyways) and that the taint of his mother was only temporary. Always she had had strength in him, and he was now letting her down. The pang was only a moment and soon Warneshi smiled at the soul, speaking softly to it.

"You are going to allow Warneshi to see what Warneshi wishess to see. Your love for him iss strong, so strong that Warneshi can even usse that love ass a bridge, to see what it iss he see'ss."

The face of Lilliana's soul twisted in disgust at Warneshi, but he was well beyond caring now. Grabbing her soul he forced it look into his eyes, and through he eyes...Warneshi saw.

As Regna-N'Etah unleashed his attack, and Bloodshine stood strong against it, Warneshi became aware perhaps protecting Worneshi was not the best solution. The troll was frail, and they could only hold back Regna-N'Etah for so long. As the raptor was transformed into a pig, Warneshi watched his brother fall to the ground, watched the weakness in his sibling. Hearing Regna-N'Etah's words, Warneshi knew it was time for a new plan.

Warneshi closed his eyes for a moment to ponder, to plan. As Regna-N'Etah waited for his reply from Bloodshine, as Worneshi looked to his new assailent with fear stricken eyes, as all this occured; Warneshi simply smiled and gave a quick nod to the soul of Lilliana. He has his plan, and she would be a key.

Allowing his will to slowly fall across the field, he found the mind of Bloodshine.

"Lissten well again old one. Warneshi hass a new plan, Worneshi iss to much of a burden, to eassly dealt with. When he wass a secret he wass safe, but now he iss known and no longer a usse to Warneshi. Let Regna-N'Etah take him, let him burn the flessh from hiss bones. Let Regna-N'Etah think he hass won, and that he will find a way to stop thiss. He hass already failed, the summoning iss ready, and soon Lilliana will be returned to you. Make hasste to Zul'Farrak, Lupen will be waiting there, bring them all, all The Grim. They musst all be witnesss to what iss about to occur."

Warneshi pulled his mind from Bloodshine's. She would not wish to leave Worneshi, for she loved the troll he was. Warneshi smiled at Lilliana's soul.

"You mother wasss alwayss to kind hearted towardss that one, she wass foolissh and placed her faith in the wrong brother."

Lilliana's soul made a face at Warneshi as he closed his eyes again and searched out the mind of Lupen, the undead had some work to do.

"Lupen, Worneshi hass failed uss. He iss no longer a secret and iss thuss worthlesss to our planss. Warneshi hass a new plan however, and thiss one will not fail, you are not needed in thiss field anymore Lupen, you are desstined for greater placess. To Zul'Farrak you go, you will know what musst be done when you arrive. The summoning beginss soon."

Lupen gave a quick smirk at Pincus, their fight was becoming long a drawn out, and Pincus was attaining the upper hand. Lupen smiled for a good reason however, he realized the feeling he was getting, he knew what Warneshi was doing. Even before the portal opened behind him, he could feel the rift that was being torn in reality. Sul'Thraze had opened a door, and Lupen intended to take it. Giving one last look to Pincus and quant bow, Lupen stepped through the door. The door snapped shut and the Dreadmage found himself standing in the ruins of the once great city of Zul'Farrak. The alter of the Blood Throne stood before him, and he could feel it in the air...raw power, the nether was strong here, and he knew what must be done. He quickly went to work, drawing the runes and circles for a summoning, and a great summoning at that. He wondered why but he could nto shake the feeling he was waiting for something. Going about his duties swiftly the Dreadmage could only hope whoever it was arrived soon.

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Bloodshine did not wish to enter into an argument withRegnanetah, but when she hit the ground and recovered from the indignance ofhaving her great mount unsaddled beneath her and turned into a smelly pig, shefound her mouth opening with a reply of anger.

"Warneshi will have every reason to return Lilliana! But..." Bloodshine had every intention of entering into battle withthe mage, for he could not hold them all off. One on one even, if shetimed her totems right, she believe she had quite the chance of doing him in(even if he did not think that was the case!), but with Zuru and Skash aidingher, it was a no brainer. However, at what appeared to be Regnanetah'swords that made so much sense in this time of chaos, the shaman turned, hereyes focusing upon Worneshi as he stood there in horror. Skash come tostand protectively in front of him as he stepped back, away from Regnanetah. Skash looked infuriated. For a moment it appeared that Bloodshine wouldpursue further argument with Regnanetah, but to the mage's relief, theexpression within her dark eyes changed. She raised her hand to Zuruzuru,unconsciously using the silent language of thieves suggesting that he step backfrom Regnanetah.

"You know what I planned to do it seems, Regnanetah. You are wiserthan I ever gave you credit for." The pig that was once her mounttrotted across Bloodshine's path. She kicked it and the disturbancedisrupted the spell upon it, returning it back to it's former shape. Bloodshinecaught the reins. "But I won't help you with Worneshi." Her eyes flickered across Skash. He was confused, but was remainingwithin his protective stance with Worneshi. Bloodshine bravely mountedher raptor once again while Zuruzuru hovered in between her and Regnanetah,wary of what the dangerous mage may attempt to perform. Bloodshine narrowedher eyes at Regnanetah. Although her face resembled Lilliana's in beauty,the look she had upon it was cold and calculating. Regnanetah was notstupid, he knew that she held no love for him, and could care less aboutfollowing a plan he had formulated, for she had not had the chance to grow totrust him, but he also knew that he was the only choice she had right now,especially if he destroyed Worneshi and her only known chance. What choice would the shaman make?

"Do as you will with him, Regnanetah, but do it well out of mysights. You know your history. You know the relationship I had withthe boy here." Bloodshine's eyes had fallen to Worneshi. Herraptor fought and pushed at his bit, and wanted to move on. Worneshilooked back at Bloodshine. His eyes almost were pleading to her. She had wished that she could have spared him a humiliating death, but it wouldappear that Regnanetah would have his way with him.



“You may join us in Zul’Furrak when you are done with him,and I’ll hear more of your plans, Regnanetah. Bring the other Irredeemables, and other Grim not taken by Warneshi’scontrol, we may need them.” Bloodshineturned from Worneshi, she couldn’t bear to take his gaze, as it was setdesperately upon her. However much as ason this creature had been to her those many eons ago, Lilliana was herdaughter in this life, and would always come first. Warneshi was leading her forward, andalthough her better judgment told her to steer clear, she left for Zul’Furrak,the rogue Zuruzuru following behind. Itwas up to Regnanetah to conduct Worneshi’s execution on his own.