After 100 years, Equestria is exposed to conflict. Only this time on a much larger scale. The forces of good and evil are gathering for a final battle, which will decide the fate of the universe.
A 100 years have passed since the events from The collapse of the universe. Now Equestria will have to not only fight for its survival, but for that of the entire universe. Old and new alliances bond in two different camps, each planning to awaken great powers, which will decide the fate of all of creation. What fate has been asigned to our brave heroes?
A multy crossover of MLP;Star Craft 2;World of Warcraft and League of Legends.
“Actually, when I heard that Elise was back, you showing up isn’t that surprising.”
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“You just had to stir up a hornet’s nest, didn’t you?”
“Relax, he has no idea that we are connected.”
“Do not worry my love. You will have his soul, and with the help of our allies here…Both of us will bathe in power for eternity."
“Yes. The fall of this world, has begun.”
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“And that’s how the evils hanging over pony kind were defeated.”
"Wow, that was awesome Princess!”
“Crimson Ash, Moon Shower, Riss, Melody Goldheart, Citronade and Clue Less, as you know, you are the new bearers of the Elements of Harmony. If a threat ever rises against Equestria, you are the ones, who will ensure out safety. I understand that that is a great responsibility for several young fillies, that’s why I wanted to teach you about our old allies. So that if one day they return, you to be able to work with them. But remember…as important as this is, you must cherish your friendship and help it bloom. My faithful student once said that the fate of Equestria did not depend on her making friends. She learned that that was the very opposite of the truth. I hope that you learn it as well.”
The creatures were in several forms. Some were about two meters long, with larger upper bodies and arms. They had no eyes, nor ears. Just a pair of nostrils and gaping maws, filled with razor sharp teeth. There was a long extension coming from the back of their heads, which, looked from the right angle, could be mistaken for a tail.
The others were torsos with arms and no heads, attached to serpent bodies. On the chest area of the torsos, each had a single big yellow eye, with a red pupil, and their shoulders had mouths with dripping green ooze.
But the highest in number was a swarm of small four legged crabs, with nothing other than three yellow eyes on their heads. There were bigger versions of the same creatures, which acted as commanders to the smaller ones.
The crabs were a fine purple color. The serpents too had a purplish skin tone, only theirs seemed like blood. And the big eyeless bruisers’ skin was a purplish blue. The swarm and pack charged, while the serpents’ mouths spat out green ooze like artilleries.
The purple haired woman drowned the first waves in black flames, after which Hecarim charged with his Onslaught of shadows, shredding the front enemy lines. At the end of his stampede, he was stationed between two of the serpents. He swung his lance, cutting the torsos away from the bodies. The next moment, one of the larger brawlers grabbed the centaur from underneath and tackled him. Back at the gathering, Mordekaiser stretched his arm forward, decimating a portion of the swarm and a couple of brawlers with maces erupting from the ground.
The jester girl cut down the larger crab creatures, when a brawler slammed its fists down in attempt to crush her, but in an instant she disappeared in a cloud of red smoke. In a moment she re-appeared, only this time with two other girls. All three looked exactly the same. Using their superior numbers and speed, they cut the creature down. However, another of its kin belly slammed on top of the three, crushing them. It bellowed in pain as it rolled on its back, before letting out its final breath. Its entire front side was punctured with dozens of daggers. Once the creature died, the grild appeared on its body, bearing a crazed grin.
A serpent approached the battling on the ground Shadow of war and brawler. It was about to shower them with acid, when its torso was cut diagonally, and plopped on the ground. The creature had Hecarim on his back, and was snapping its jaws at his face. The centaur was having a trouble holding it away. However, something caught his attention by blocking the sun for a moment. All of a sudden a spearhead came from the beast’s maw, its tip merely an inch from Hecarim’s face.
The brawler stopped struggling and the ghostly being pushed it off himself, and got up on his hooves. He eyed the metal covered spear maiden, before saying.
“Thanks squirt.”
“Hey!” She loudly protested, when he pushed her aside and exclaimed.
“Look out!”
A serpent spat at her, but missed, thanks to the centaur’s interference. Next the Shadow of war ran up to it, got up on his hind legs, and splatted the sorry beast. The woman silently stared at him with wide eyes as he picked up his lance.
“You’re welcome.” He said and charged off to battle.
The two blindfolded people and the white haired man pushed forward. The swordsman slashed at the front, while the two guarded the flanks. One of the larger crabs attacked from the left, and the woman knocked it away with a powerful blow. A brawler leaped at them from the right. The couple quickly looked at it, and then at each other. They grabbed eat other’s hands, and the man whirled his companion. She kicked the creature in mid air, square in the jaw, and it fell on the ground. After a few twitches, its movements ceased completely.
The immortal brothers were assisting the swards maiden in the middle of the fray. Using the rays of the sun she stunned lots of enemies, while the Butcher cut them down, and the Curator smashed and burned them within a circle of spirit fire. Nocturne slashed through the serpent lines. After another one cut in half, his eyes fell on the brothers. Each grabbed a brawler, and threw it into the air. The Living Nightmare unleashed Paranoia, flew up with great speed to the flying creatures, and sunk his shining silvery blades in their spines.
A lot of the crab creatures surrounded the ponies. The fillies hid under their Princess, with terror struck expressions. Celestia summoned a yellow barrier of magic around herself and the fillies, fearing that if she began to fight, she might hurt them accidently. The triple-eyed monsters attacked the barrier at full force. The sun goddess of the sun did her best to keep the shield up, but the sheer amount of attacks soon began to crack it.
One of the larger crabs made a hole with its leg, right in front of Citronade’s face, which made her scream. It continued to peck at the hole with its leg, when all of a sudden a glowing crow tackled it away. The fillies stared with awe as hundreds of such crows attacked the three eyed creatures. The tore apart, pecked open and crushed the monsters in their claws. Crimson’s attention was caught by the fact that the birds’ onslaught was occurring in a radius around the pumpkin-headed being, who also slashed at the crabs with his scythe, but apparently she was the only one, who noticed it.
In but a minute the crows had decimated the creatures, and flew back inside of the scarecrow’s body. Just as that happened, two brawlers jumped at him. The Master of metal rushed in between them, swung his mace, and hit one of the two in the torso, crushing its bones. The impact released a big piece of metal, which hit the other large creature, and sent it flying right into the clutches of the giant flaming bear, which tore the bluish beast in two, spilling its insides out, while giving out a loud roar.
“They’re retreating!” The white haired swordsman yelled, as several purple portals appeared, and the few survivors left ran for them. The armored maidens, the blindfolded couple and the jester girl let out a victorious cheer, while the rest remained silent. Fiddlesticks turned towards Celestia, who had removed the barrier, and now approached the Harbinger, he fillies following her cautiously slow.
“I’m sorry they had to see all of that.” He addressed the Princess, with regret in his tone.
“I do as well.” She returned, before asking.
“What were those creatures?”
“Do you remember the bug like creature we took with us when we left?” He began.
A confirming nod from the goddess of the sun signaled him to continue.
“It came from a dark space between dimensions called the Void. Those creatures were from there, and were probably an assassination party sent after you.”
The fillies’ eyes widened with horrifying astonishment at the mention of someone wanting to kill the Princess. Bearing her usual stern expression, Celestia enquired.
“Why would this…Void want my demise?”
The scarecrow sighted, before replying.
“I believe he can answer that.”
His gaze pointed behind the princess of the sun. She turned around to see a white pegasus guard in golden armor, rushing towards her. When he reached her, the stallion began to speak through pants.
“Your highness *pant* Trottingham, Manehaton, Clouds Dale *pant* and other major cities are under attack by…”
He paused, and stared at the corpses on the ground, before pointing a hoof at one and saying.
“…those!...”
Suddenly a scroll magically appeared in front of him. The guard opened the rolled sheet of paper, and his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
“The Crystal Empire, Zebrica, Griff and other countries are under attack as well!” He exclaimed.
Celestia’s eye twitched for a moment, but she kept her, as if cut in stone, cool serious face, and started to give orders.
“Gather the entire guard and dispatch additional forces to the cities! Where are my sister and pupil?!”
“The Princesses were visiting the Empire for the celebration of Prince Snow Ruby’s birthday two days ago.” The stallion replied.
The goddess let out an angry sight, before continuing.
“Alright, I need you to send word for them immediately, and report my orders to the guard-”
“That won’t be necessary Princess, we got this.” Fiddlesticks stepped in, bearing a reassuring smile.
Celestia eyed him with a confused expression, when another scroll appeared in front of the guard. The colt opened it, and after a moment announced its contents.
“Princess, reports are coming in from all over the world. Strange beings are appearing through portals, and are fighting off the monsters!”
Yet again the goddess of the sun turned towards the Harbinger of doom, and his now gathered companions. The terrified fillies followed her example. The scarecrow’s smile faded as he said.
“You best gather all of the world leaders, they’re about to attend a meeting.”
Celestia rose an eyebrow.
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During the battle, no one noticed that the scattered remains of the Terror of the Void fell though small purple portals.
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In a dark cave, illuminated by purple crystals, Victor was working on something like an operating table.
“Wrench.” The Machine Herald said, raising his left hand.
The requested instrument was given to him by the hand on his back. Once done with it, he rose his hand again, saying.
“Hextech spoiler Mark 16.”
The back hand turned around, lowered itself to a tool table, and picked up a greenish item, which looked like the Hextech Gunblade, only it had a tube coming from the blade. The hand gave the item to its master, who pulled the trigger a few times, before a green torch flame appeared from the tube.
“Illumination reducers, increase to level 20.” Victor said as his orange eyes became nearly black, after which he started to merge metal, lots of sparks raining from his creation to the ground.
“Is it done yet?” A weak echowy voice asked, followed by several deep coughs.
“Nearly.” The mechanist replied with no sort of emotion in his tone.
He stopped using the spoiler and said.
“Illumination reducers, decrease to level 4.”
His eyes returned to their usual orange coloring. Then he turned around sideways, reached out with his left hand and said.
“Control Power containment unit.”
A box made of white glass, with a metal top and bottom, crafted in the shape of demonic faces, with green emeralds for eyes was given to him by the Chain Warden. The Machine Herald inserted the small container in a casing, found within the chest area of his creation. After hearing a click, which indicated that the box was stationed tightly in its place, he began to connect lots of wires to it, then squeezed the metal around it, so it wouldn’t loosen itself.
Finally, Victor closed the two metal chest plates.
“Illumination reducers, increase to level 33.” He said, and his eyes became black.
Then his third arm used its laser to close the gap in the chest plates. Thresh’s company was shared by Zed, Elise, Syndra, Lissandra, who wore a necklaces with small green glass orbs, and many other creatures, who were concealed in darkness, the only indicator of their presence being their glowing eyes.
Now closed, Victor returned his eyes to normal, and attached a cable to the neck of the metallic body he had been constructing.
All of a sudden, the hidden creatures began to stir, making way for a figure, who loudly announced his presence.
“Troll King, coming through!”
Once he reached the group in the light of the specter’s lantern, the Ice Witch addressed him.
“Report.”
Trundle grunted, before speaking.
“Both sides made contact with Equis. I told you to send extra troops. The Kopruneterrian alliance hammered us off the planet.”
“And I take it, the assassination wasn’t successful?” Elise asked.
“Hardly. The only death happening from it was only on our side. I hate to agree with blacky here, but if you want a quality assassination, you should send him, or his clan boys, or even that guy.”
The troll pointed to a figure in the darkness. He appeared to be human, wearing a green energy suit and a red military cap. His skin was dark, and he also had a goatee. The most disturbing part were his glowing light green eyes.
“What of *cough* Cho’Gath?” The coughing figure asked.
“The poor sucker got blown up. I retrieved his remains, like we did with Kog’Maw, I just don’t see the point in it.” Trundle replied.
“That’s not surprising, for someone with such a major lack of intelligence.” The person in the green energy suit said.
The Troll King turned towards him, saying.
“Hey, have you seen this thing? Like really close?” And showed off his club.
“Enough!” The coughing figure exclaimed, silencing the two.
Trundle’s club began to pulse with light, but stopped when its master calmed it down.
“Don’t worry Clubums, we’ll get to smashing soon.”
“We’re ready to begin the procedure.” Victor said, as he grabbed a passing medium sized voidling, and stuck the other end of the cable in its back.
The little three eyed critter screeched in pain.
“Alright.”
The coughing figure stepped into the dim light. It was a barely lingering Malzahar. He undid the cover around his head, revealing long gray hair and beard. The Machine Herald placed the voidling on the Prophet’s head, and it sunk its legs into his skull. The mage shivered and grunted in pain, before saying.
“Do it!” Victor nodded.
Then he twisted the head of his staff, and it changed its color to blue. With that done, he pointed it at Malzahar, a bolt of energy electrocuting him. He started to bellow, as the energy engulfed him, went on the cable to the body on the table. Everyone attending watched, not even flinching by the sounds and the smell of burnt cloth and flesh. In a minute the screams stopped, and the Prophet of the Void’s burned body, and that of the voidling dropped on the ground with a quiet thump.
Everyone now turned their attention towards the metal body. A pair of purple energy eyes opened in the black void behind the helmet. It started to move its fingers, before attempting to stand up. When he accomplished it, the mechanist enquired.
“How does it feel?”
The mage took a look at his hands as he slowly said.
“Magnificent!” His ecowy voice spread through the cave.
“Now what?” Zed asked.
“Now…” Malzahar began, still admiring his new body, before continuing. “…you, Trundle and his trolls will go on a recovering mission.
Next he turned to Victor.
“You can continue with your other project, and you…” He faced the energy suited man. “Unless you have forgotten how to do what your old master taught you, get to work.”
The man was covered in a green light, before disappearing from sight.
Kil'jaeden towered above a pool, surrounded by the fire and darkness of the abyss. The pool acted like a screen, switching between the images of many different worlds, from which the Deceiver would pick the next target of the Burning Legion. All of a sudden a purple portal appeared in the shadows behind the gigantic demon for a moment, before disappearing.
“Who dares to enter in my presence?!” He bellowed as he turned around, setting his body and eyes on fire.
A metal covered figure, which also wore purple silks and a belt with an orange crystal, stepped forward into the light cast by the demon lord. He had not face, only black void an a set of glowing purple eyes could be seen under the helmet. The person spoke with a blank tone, which sounded with an echo.
“Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, from this moment on, you and that miserable bunch you call a “Legion” are under the command of the Void.”
Kil'jaeden’s rage was shown both in the increasing of the flames around his body, and in his tone.
“Filthy mortal! If you think I will tolerate your defileance, you are dead wrong!”
As those words left his mouth, six dog like demons, two large sword carrying demons, and a large golem, burning in green flame appeared from portals on the ground, and charged at the man.
All of a sudden several black spheres appeared underneath, and knocked them into the air. Next the air born beasts were caught in some sort of dark field, and were hurled at the sword carrying demons, killing each other. Lastly, several dark spheres appeared. They fired themselves at the burning stone giant, tearing him apart. The metal mage rose his arms, with his fingers pointing at the ground. Two pillars on both sides of the Deceiver, and hit him with crossing waves of purple magic. The demon’s fire died down. He felt that he could not use his magic, and hesitated for a moment.
Just then, a large ball of web exploded in his face, blocking his eyesight. All of a sudden a glowing green figure jumped at him from the ceiling. It sunk a scythe blade, tied to a chain, in the demon’s chest, and landed behind him, making Kil'jaeden back bend slightly. With a strong stance, the green specter started to pull back the chain. The demon grunted as the blade disappeared inside of his body, making him bend with each pull. After several pulls, the scythe emerged from Kil'jaeden’s back. It was stuck and yanked out a red see through representation of the Deceiver himself.
As the apparition got out more and more, the demon lord bellowed in pain. When the torso and arms of the red specter were yanked out, and their owner was half way in a back bend, a blue woman appeared underneath the demonic being. She spread her arms out, and ice covered Kil'jaeden, immobilizing him.
Purple energy burst out from underneath Malzahar’s boots, and he levitated himself right in front of the Deceiver’s face. The Prophet of the Void unleashed a cloud of purple energy, which burned away the web from the demon’s eyes.
“This treachery will not go unpunished insect! Kil'jaeden began. “You will face the wrath of the mightiest force in all of crea-”
“Oh, cut the crap middle man!” Malzahar groaned, silencing the demon.
“What did you call me?” The monster enquired with venom in his tone.
“I have no interest in dealing with you.” The mage said, before continuing. “As you said yourself, you are nothing but an oversized bug, literally beneath my feet.”
He stopped floating, landed on Kil'jaeden’s face, and walked up to his eyes. He looked down at the clearly enraged demon, and spoke again.
“You and your band of misfits failed in the quest of the destruction of creation. As it is said, if you want something done, do it yourself.” The mage sighted for a moment. “No, I am not interested in you…but in your master.”
The way his eyes moved, suggested that if he had a face, it bore a smirk. The Deceiver’s eye widened, after which he struggled against the icy imprisonment, but in vain. His rushing eyes caught glimpse of two other women. One had white hair, and several dark spheres were orbiting her, and the other appeared to be part arachnid. A foot tap between his eyes made him focus on the mage standing on his face.
“Now, will you be a good obedient minion and cooperate? Or should my associate do the final pull?” Malzahar asked, before saying. “He’s been overly excited about the chance to take the soul of a demon lord.”
Kil'jaeden growled. “I will make you suffer…” A slight pull on the chain however, changed his attitude. “…but…if you seek the Dark Titan, I’d be…obliged…to aid you…”
“That’s more like it.” The mage said as he flew off of the demon and onto the ground.
After a finger snap, Thresh yanked out the scythe, allowing the soul to return into its host, and Lissandra removed the icy restraints, leaving the demon on his knees, panting.
He looked up at the walking off mage. In an instant he burst into flames and charged at him. All of a sudden, something kicked him in the face, stopping his assault. Jaeden looked down and saw a small purple creature, with tentacles on its head. It had three yellow eyes, and held a staff, and looked with a wicked grin at the demon. The Deceiver raised his fist to smash the creature, when something grabbed his wrist, and across his throat. He managed to turn his head and see a purple, jelly looking creature, with red eyes, which was slightly bigger than himself. He roared out fire in a burst of rage, when the giant gelatinous creature head butted, and knocked him out. When the demon dropped on the ground, Malzahar sighted.
“They’re always fisty on their first day.”
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Overnight, the leaders from all over Equis had gathered at Canterlot Castle. Celestia, the six fillies and the champions were in the court yard, and shared the company of the king of Griff – Iron Claw, and his two armored gryffon bodyguards, who carried spears. (Yeah I will use the system from The Golden Armor(btw check that fic out, it’s awesome), where the males of the species are called Gryphons, and females – Gryffons) His body fur was black, the feathers on his head were white and his beak was a golden yellow. His guards shared the same beak color, and both had light brown body fur. The head feathers of the two were white on one of them, and the other one was dark brown.
Out on the court yard were also a giant night blue drake, with crimson spines and eyes, which were just as red. That was Bloodmoon, the queen of the dragons. Her escort was a red drake with purple spines and yellow eyes. He too carried a dragon sized spear. There were also the Sultan and Sultana of Saddle Arabia – Haljeet and Felicity, Zeron – chief of the Zebrican tribes, Heins fon Smorhausen – the Duke of Germaneigh, Sone Strong – chieftain of the buffalos, the minotaur warlord Stag Horn and Windina Swift Leaf – Princess of Elkland, and their appointed guard.
The Duke was a white coated stallion with a blond mane and tail, and light blue eyes. He wore a green coat with golden shoulder-plates. His cutie mark were a crossed quill and a green hop branch. Stag Horn had greenish-brown upper body fur and grayish-brown legs. He wore a metal chest plate, and carried a large two-headed and two-handed axe on his back. His horns were cut through, so they would grow as four separate horns, and had the typical golden nose ring. Windina was an elk. Her fur was light brown, with beige spots. Small antlers emerged from her dark brown-reddish mane. Her back was covered by a green cape, and she carried a long bow, along with a stack of arrows.
They were all eyeing the last carriage to arrive. The pegasi flying it landed, and opened the door of the carriage. Twilight Sparkle rushed out, and hugged the gray unicorn filly as she exclaimed.
“Oh Crimson, I was so worried about you!”
During the touching moment, three aliconrs stepped out of the carriage. Princess Luna, Cadence and a pure white colt with red eyes. His cutie mark was a red crystal.
‘That must be the said Prince Snow Ruby.’ Fiddlesticks deducted.
“I’m alright Princess, thanks to them.” Ash said and pointed at the champions.
Just then the lavender mare noticed her old friend, who she thought she would never see again.
“Hey Twi-” The scarecrow managed to say, before the said pony tightly hugged him, small tears escaping her eyes.
“I thought you too were gone.” She said.
“Heh, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He chuckled, before saying. “So, Twilight…you’ve changed. Have you done something with your mane?”
“Actually…” She began, and let him go. “…I have, but I think you could give me some good advice.”
Both of them gave out a quick laugh.
“Ahem.” Iron Claw cleared his throat, getting everybody’s attention, and then began.
“I’m sorry, this is a very nice friendly reunion, but I believe I was invited to discuss the fate of our world.” Ending with a deadpan.
“Right…but before we begin…” Fiddle turned towards the dragons. “I’m sorry milady, but your and your companion’s size will prove rather…inconvenient.”
“How dare you offend the Queen of the dragons, you vermin infested piece of rags.” The red drake said with anger in his tone.
“Ouch, that hurt.” The Harbinger said quietly.
Then he looked right into the dragon’s eyes, and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.
“I meant no offense to your queen. You are simply too large for the place we are going. So would you be kind enough to let me finish, and hut your mouth you stupid furniture upholstery. Or if you insist, I have this sofa…”
For some reason, the scarecrow’s words sent shivers down the drake’s spine, and he made a cautious step back.
“Fiddle, I do not like you threatening our allies.” Celestia said.
“It’s alright Celestia.” Bloodmoon returned with a low loud voice. “The boy is thick and hotheaded. Someone putting him in his place is appreciative on my part. So Mr. Sticks, if our size is a problem, can something be done about it?” She asked.
“As a matter of fact I was getting to that. Maria, Briana.” He addressed the two armored women.
They nodded, left their weapons and shields on the ground, after which they spoke to their wrists.
“Warp in molecular crop cannon.”
In flashes of light, two identical golden weapons with green crystals in their hands. They aimed, and fired two green beams at the drakes. Everybody else, but the champions, stepped back, their guards stepping in front of them. The dragons were engulfed in cocoons of green light. In a few seconds the cocoons shrunk. Maria and Briana ceased fire, revealing the two dragons, now the size of the minotaurs.
“What sorcery is this?!” Stag Horn exclaimed.
“Not sorcery my friend…” Fiddlesticks chuckled. “…SCIENCE!”
“How will we return to normal?” The blue dragoness asked.
Briana took off her helmet, revealing her blond hair and blue eyes, as she said. “The effect is temporary. You will be back to normal in 5-6 hours.”
(I got the idea for her from this image:
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“So, are we leaving?” Maria asked as she revealed her reddish-brown hair, and brown eyes.
The Harbinger of Doom brought his wrist to his mouth, and spoke into a watch like device.
“Trans-dimensional matrix activate. Transport requested from coordinates 0051 Sigma, planet Equis, to 6784 Omega, command carrier Gralbion, Kopruneterrian space.”
In two seconds, a large blue portal appeared in front of him. He turned towards everybody, and said with a smile.
“Shall we?”
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On the other side, the Equistrians were awed by the interior of a large bluish/golden ship.
“Please follow me to the meeting hall.” The purple haired girl said, and led the group through the ship halls.
Around them walked protoss, humans either in white lab coats, or mech armor, other people in purple robes, and short beings, either with furry, or brightly colored faces. Despite the excitement, Twilight and Fiddlesticks trailed behind the group, and engaged the conversation.
“So, Twilight, how are the girls?” He asked.
The mare’s expression darkened.
“They…haven’t been around for a while.” She said.
“Oh.” He quickly caught wind of what happened. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay.” She cut him off, before continuing. “Is that there…?”
Her eyes pointed at the purple haired girl leading the group. Fiddle shook his head.
“No. That’s her granddaughter Jenny.”
The group passed by a cabinet, where a large blue man in an office suit was yelling in a strange device next to his ear.
“How many times must Mundo say?! Food rations go to newly occupied worlds, which are very bad after occupation, and new fight people go to outer borders of space, not the other way!”
That made the fillies shivered in fear.
“Well, he seems charming.” Windina noted.
“It’s just Mundo.” Maria began. “He can be rather intimidating.”
“That’s why they assigned him as head of security.” Briana added.
“Right…” Her sister continued. “But if you get to know him, he’s a pretty nice guy to have a conversation with. It may not seem like it, but under all that muscle he is a big softy.” She chuckled.
“Just don’t say it in front of him, unless you really hate your limbs.” Tina – the blindfolded woman said.
Despite their blocked view, they walked with the group, without a problem and didn’t accidentally bump into anybody. At the time, the lagging scarecrow and alicorn continued their conversation.
“So…where exactly is Annie?” The lavender mare asked.
The Harbinger put on a grim expression of his own, as he replied.
“She hasn’t been around as well…”
Twilight gasped quietly.
“I’m sorry for your loss. I hope she passed peacefully.”
He chuckled blankly as he said.
“Peacefully? If she were dead I would be okay. A peaceful death is the least she deserved after everything that happened to her.”
“Oh dear! What happened?” She enquired.
A crow appeared in the scarecrow’s hand. It vanished, leaving behind a photograph. It was Annie. She was grown up, lay in a medical bed, dressed in a green patient vest,…and held a baby in a white sheet. Fiddlesticks sighted, before starting his story.
“About 20 years after we left Equestria, she bore a child…”
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80 years ago:
Annie lay in a medical bed. On her right were her parents, and on her left – her husband. A brown haired man, wearing a red coat and a camera around his neck.
“How are you sweetie?” He asked her.
“Well, the delivery exhausted me, but I’m fine Nunu.” She replied, and the two shared a short kiss.
In a few minutes, Akali entered the room. She carried something wrapped in a white sheet, and passed it to Nunu, while saying.
“Congratulations. She is perfectly healthy. You should be proud.” She gave the family a smile a warm smile.
“We most certainly are.” Gregori said, as he ran his hand across his wife’s back, and looked at their granddaughter.
“Look at you.” Nunu began to speak with awe in his tone. “Daddy’s little princess!”
The girl looked at him with surprised eyes.
“I want to see her.” Annie said.
Her husband gave her their daughter. When the two looked at each other, the girl smiled at her mother, who said.
“She’s beautiful. Our little Mandy.” And exchanged another, longer kiss with her beloved.
Akali gave them another smile, and said.
“I’ll leave you to yourselves.” As she exited the room.
Gregori suddenly turned towards Nunu.
“Hey, why are you carrying that thing around, if you’re not going to use it?”
“Oh right.” He stepped back, took up the camera, and aimed it as he said. “Say cheese.”
Annie gave a child like smile, as her and her daughter’s images were caught by the flash.
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Present:
*The picture zooms out*
“That was the last time she smiled.” Fiddlesticks said with a gloomy tone.
“I feel there is more to this story, isn’t there?” Twilight asked.
“At that time the Institute had sent me to the space station, which was being constructed above the planet…I should have been in that hospital…” He spoke with a note of anger in his voice.
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80 years ago:
The family heard some sort of explosion come from outside. Annie’s parents rushed outside, followed by Nunu, who spoke to his startled wife.
“Annie, summon Tibbers and stay here!” She nodded, and turned the stuffed toy, which was currently on the bedside table into the monstrous bear, as she held her daughter tighter.
The sounds of blades slashing flesh and screams reached inside the room. The baby started crying, and her mother’s eyes started to let out tears as well. After another scream, Annie squeezed her eyes shut, still weeping, before summoning a sheet of paper. Now bearing a determined expression, she burned a message, and tied it into a scroll. She looked with saddened eyes at her daughter, and kissed her on the forehead, before placing her and the scroll in Tibbers’s hands, and told him.
“Tibbers, take her and find Fiddlesticks!”
Then she started to get out of bed. That proved difficult, as she was not yet fully recovered from giving birth.
“Rawr.” The bear gave out a low grumble, as if asking her to reconsider, but bearing on and expression of anger, she exclaimed.
“No! You must go NOW!”
The bear looked with saddened eyes at his mistress, before turning around, breaking through the wall, and running off.
“I love you sweetie.” She quietly said, when the door opened.
The angry sorceress drowned the first thing that showed itself in fire. That effort was in vain, as she had depleted her mana reserves on a shadow clone of Zed, which broke into dust as a scythe blade flew through it, and stabbed Annie in the chest. With a powerful yank, an orange see through representation of her was torn away, and her body dropped lifeless on the floor.
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Present:
Twilight put a hoof in front of her mouth to stop a loud gasp. She was in shock from what she had heard.
“When I returned from the station, and went to my chamber in the Institute I found Tibbers. He gave me Annie’s message, to look after Mandy.” Fiddlesticks said.
“What happened to them?” The lavender alicorn asked.
“The security footage from the hospital showed that Thresh, one of the Void’s allies, had taken all four of their souls. Soon after, we found out that he had trapped them in rejuvenation lockets, which now four other allies of the Void use to extend their life.” He replied.
Twilight couldn’t hold her gasp this time, and it was followed by the exclamation.
“That is terrible!”
“Raising Mandy wasn’t that easy as well.” The scarecrow spoke with grief. “She often had nightmares about what had happened. She had the talent of her parents, but she was very fragile in her early years, so her development was slowed down. After the age of 25, she’d often go out to taverns, and drink to remove her painful thoughts about her parents. One night however, when she was stoned really hard…a mage capable in dark magic saw…an opportunity.”
“Sweet Celestia, you don’t mean he…?”
The scarecrow nodded.
“That’s how Jenny…began… Her mother didn’t want her to know of her origins, so she told her that her father had left them to study the Void, and help the alliance, but the monsters killed him.”
“What actually happened to him?” The mare wondered.
Fiddle looked at her with a grim expression as he replied.
“A monster got him.”
That made Twilight gulp.
“Can I ask you for a favor as a friend?” The Harbinger asked.
“Of course you can.” She returned. “What is it?”
“Never even think about sharing this with anyone! Not even Celestia!” He said with a commanding tone.
She gulped again, and made a Pinkie promise, to keep that information from others. Then she asked.
“How has Jenny been progressing with her magic studies?”
“She didn’t have any of her mother’s mental problems, and all of her talent. She quickly reached her grandmother’s fame for mastering magic at a young age. Now she is a member of the High Council of Equity.” He replied.
A memory of a certain being came to Twilight’s mind.
“What happened to that lion headed guy?” She asked.
“Rengar? He and the bug creature, which freed Discord – Kha’Zix, engaged in battle during the Void’s invasion on Runeterra. During their fight they destroyed an item called Zhonia’s Hourglass. It trapped them both in a golden prison until this very day. We are still trying to find a way to free them. In the mean time, they are kept on a battle cruiser in the orbit around Umoja – a planet in the Koprulu sector.” Was the reply.
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With that their conversation ended, and they caught up with the group. In a minute or so, they reached a large opened door, leading to a spacious hall. There were two terrans in marine armor, standing at the door. When the group neared, they barred their way.
“Well, this is where we say goodbye.” Fiddlesticks said.
“What? Aren’t you coming?” Twilight asked.
“We’re not for here.” He replied as everyone, but the white haired swordsman, joined him, and walked away.
In that time, Jenny addressed the marines.
“These are the planetary leaders. Have all of the alliance’s representatives arrived?”
“All but warlord Grelden ma’am.” One of the marines said.
“He will be arriving shortly with a report on the Monolith campaign.” The other one added.
“Typical. He never properly acknowledges an order given to him.” The swordsman said.
“Sadly you’re right Helbjorn.” Jenny sighted, before addressing the marines again.
“Entering clearance granted sergeant. Standart protocol.”
“Yes ma’am.” Both marnies said, saluted, and moved out of the way, assuming their guarding stances.
But after all of the leaders entered, the suited men blocked the way of their guard.
“Hey, what gives?!” One of the gryffons exclaimed.
“Standart protocol. Only political figures are allowed in the meeting hall.” The marine on the left answered.
“Oh, I’m going to give you “standart protocol”.” A minotaur guard said to him, and raised his war hammer.
However, his actions were halted by the sound of a dozen clicks. The guards turned around to be met by several marines and protoss readying their guns and psionic blades. The said minotaur turned towards the person he threatened, who spoke to him in a cocky tone.
“I’m still waiting for that standart protocol.”
The Equistrians were forced to wait outside.
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In the hall, Jenny, Helbjorn and Nasus led the leaders of Equis to a large table, currently occupied by several other beings. Zeron had noticed that the hall was covered by a large glass dome. When they took a seat, a dark brown haired human, wearing a coat similar to that of the Duke, only in a golden/brown color, began the introductions.
“You already know High Councilor Jennifer Hastur, Crown Prince Helbjorn of Freljord and Nasus – chancellor of the soul eater world.” He began. “The others you will share this hall for the next several hours are High Councilors Amande Medici and Braniston Khan.”
He gestured towards two other figures in purple robes, with golden outlines.
“Thunderlod, Norstorm and Runeguard – chieftains of the Ursi.”
They were three large humanoid bears. Thunderlod had black fur, his eyes glowed with blue energy, and he wore armor like that of the protoss zealots, only fitted for his size. Norstorm was dark brown, with blue, almost white eyes, and wore a mountain survival suit. Runeguard was grayish-brown, with orange eyes, and wore metal armor, engraved with Ursi runes.
“King of Demacia – Jarvan VI.”
He was a tall man with black grayish hair and blue eyes. He wore silvery-blue armor with golden laces, and a silver circlet with a sapphire stone, and carried a bizarre looking spear with energy lines coming from three blue crystals.
“The ruler of Noxus – High General Zoto Swain.”
She had short bluish-purple hair. She wore a green body suit, slightly resembling those of the ghosts.
“Deh’Kal – the Baloth King, representative of Piltover.” He was a bulky lizard like creature with a short mouth, filled with sharp teeth, and had yellow eyes.
“Lermai the white mage – representative of Bandle City.”
The next in line was a short being, wearing a white and red robe, red spiked gloves, and carried a staff. His face was black void with glowing white eyes, hidden under a large white wizard’s hat.
“Kalistrat the Cursed Dragon – Lord of the runeterrian dragons.”
Kalistrat resembled a large human with a dragonic head, lizard tail and reptilian limbs. His body was covered by green scales. He had flaming orange eyes, and wore armor made out of dragon bones, the chest plate being a dragon’s skull.
Something about this one made Bloodmoon…click, while Stag Horn was doing his best not to green up at the sight of his armor. The speaker continued, now gesturing himself.
“I am Meton Mengsk – Emperor of the terran populace in the Koprulu sector.”
Next he gestured to two protoss, one of which Celestia had already met.
“High Arch Artanis and Executor Selendis – political and military leaders of the protoss.”
The last attendant’s introduction however, made the sun goddess flinch with anger.
“Sarah Kerrigan – Queen of Blades and leader of the zerg Swarm.”
“You have allied yourself with those foul beasts?!” The sun princess asked sternly.
“You…have been acquainted with the zerg before?” Meton asked.
“They attempted to infest our world 100 years ago.” She replied, gathering the surprised looks of both her fellow Equistrians and the Kerrigan herself.
“I have no memory of sending any troops anywhere near your sector of space.” The Queen of Blades said.
“I believe that that was partially our fault.” Artanis spoke up. “The Executor had informed me that after a hybrid attack, a vessel transporting zerg specimens crash landed on your planet. I apologise sincerely for the damage this incident had caused.”
Selendis slightly tilted her head in his direction. Because of her empty eyes, no one noticed her giving him a stern look.
‘Was it wise to reveal this to them High Arch?’ She mentally asked him.
Not taking his eyes off of Celestia, Artanis replied.
‘If we are to have allies, we must be honest with them. Remember Executor, we made peace with the zerg after Amon’s fall, for the better future of both species. Do not cause actions that might tear this peace apart!’
“The damage that was done was nor irreversible, so I am willing to forgive that accident, but I do not think I would be comfortable with zerg around my subjects.” Celestia said.
“I assure you, the Swarm has changed greatly for the past years and will pose no threat to your people.” Kerrigan returned.
“Princess, a word please.” Twilight asked Celestia to lower herself, and whispered in her ear.
For Artanis and Selendis was no problem to hear every word.
“Princess, we need to be reasonable here. I know how terrible the zerg are, trust me, but if this woman claims that they are no threat, they could be a great ally to us.”
“I am not certain Twilight Sparkle. She may be deceiving all of them, and just waiting for the proper time to strike.”
“Well, that is a risk worth taking. You saw those other creatures. Our alternative isn’t any better.”
The sun goddess’s gaze shifted to the fillies down between her legs. Their eyes full of not-understanding optimistic promise. That somewhat softened her judgment. She sighted and spoke.
“Perhaps, for the greater good of our world, Equestria will agree to enter this alliance.”
Seeing her aunt’s assured expression, Cadence stepped up as well.
“The Crystal Empire will do so as well.”
After a slight consultation with his wife, Sultan Haljeet spoke as well.
“Saddle Arabia has always supported her friends, and we will not leave Equestria alone on this one.”
“Nor will we!” Chieftain Stone Strong added.
“For many centuries, the wise Princess has earned Zebrica’s trust. If she thinks it’s fitting, then we this bond will not combust.” Chief Zeron said with a determined smile on his face.
Bloodmoon and Windina were giving things a quick think through, while Iron and Stag seemed ready to pledge their allegiance as well, until Smorhausen, bearing an unamused expression, spoke up with the typical for his country accent.
“Zis deal iz rather appealing. But before Germaneigh agrees, I vould first like to hear ze terms of allying ourselves vith you.”
That statement immediately made the gryphon and minotaur leaders change their minds, and they waited for an answer.
“Well, first off…” Meton began. “…we will provide you with protection against the Void, which will result in planetary occupation.”
“Occupy the planet?!” Snow Ruby exclaimed.
“Yes, we will send several garrisons of soldiers or a low numbered zerg brood, your choice, along with the construction the following structures: planetary defenses, communication facility, space station, ship docking ports and several military buildings. Also we will have to construct several mining facilities for different materials which could be found on your world, but that’s optional as well, instead you can send us the needed weekly amount of the ores.” The terran said lightly.
“WHAT?!” The minotaur and gryphon said in union.
For two almost always warring faction leaders, they appeared to be very well coordinated.
“You expect us to just give you our troops and resources, so you can just settle on our world, which will not likely be attacked again?!” Stag Horn exclaimed.
“All of the worlds in the alliance provide resources. Troops are considered a resource.” Meton started. “If I have to be honest with you all, Equis was not exactly on our list of priority worlds to save. It was High Councilor Hastur here, who compelled us to even attempt contact. So, aside from the fact that you owe your current breaths to her, your choices are only these. Accept our terms and help us protect the universe from the evil that has begun to sweep across it, or decline and die by the hand of the Void. The decision is yours to make, but I would suggest you consider it now, because we will not be able to arrange another meeting soon, due to more important matters requiring our full attention.” He finished and leaned in his chair.
After several heavy moments of thought between the five leaders, Heins spoke first.
“Very vell. Germaneigh accepts your terms.”
Swift Leaf and Bloodmoon exchanged a nod, after which the dragoness said.
“The dragons of Equis and Elkland agree as well.”
Now everyone turned their attention towards the gryphon and minotaur. They thought things over(to the best of their extend), and eventually compelled as well.
“Then it is decided.” Meton said, as he extended his hand towards Celestia.
With slight hesitation she shook it. Her action was followed by the terran’s words.
“Welcome to the alliance.”
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All of a sudden they heard a loud noise come from the outside, and turned around to see its source. A human in dark armor was riding a giant black boar like creature through the ship. The said person stopped the beast right in front of the hall’s door, got off and passed through the marine guards. On his sides could be seen a mace and an axe. As he walked towards the table, he removed his helmet, revealing his blond hair and whitish-blue eyes.
“Sorry I’m late.” The stranger said.
“You always say that Grelden, yet you never try to fix your timing.” Jenny sighted.
“What matter of business kept you this time?” Helbjorn snorted.
“I had to feed Biscuit. She gets rather hungry after battle.” Was the reply.
“You miss meetings just to feed your dumb boar?” Norstorm enquired.
“What? I am to leave her to starve, only to meet with a chicken, a milk giver, some vension chops, some furry steakes, a lizard and several fancy mounts?”
None of the attendants was amused by his words and gave him stern looks. Grelden fell on the ground and slid a couple of feet back on the floor, after the minotaur warlord punched him square in the face. He then picked him up by the throat and smashed him into a nearby wall, after which he spoke.
“Watch your tongue human! If you insist I’ll give you lots of milk, right up your flankhole!”
Helbjorn broke into a laugh, before saying.
“I’ve known this guy in under a day, and I’m starting to like him!”
The other attendants who knew the warlord of Freljord, even Jenny herself, couldn’t hold back either a giggle, their lips curling up, or even a laugh of their own.
“Alright Stag Horn, we appreciate the obedience lesson, but still…as amusing as this is, let him go.” Meton said after a chuckle.
The minotaur complied and let Grelden drop on the floor like a sack of bricks. The black armored warlord got up, and was about to reach for his axe, when something stopped him. All of a sudden he was unable to move. His confusion was ended as Artanis loudly stated.
“Enough!”
Once the High Arch was sure the terran wouldn’t provoke the minotaur he let him go of his mental grip and asked.
“What is the result of the Monolith campaign?”
Grelden put on a dissatisfied expression as he replied.
“The world is lost. The Void managed to overpower us there. Malphite and four other monolithians are the only memory remaining of the planet. We also lost a battalion during the whole event.”
That apparently did not appeal to the Kopruneterrian leaders. As Grelden returned to the table, Celestia addressed the terran emperor.
“What is the quest of this Void? Why is it destroying worlds? And what must we do in order to stop it?”
“The Void feeds on the magical energy left when it destroys a world. It has been attempting to annihilate all of creation, so that it would have a limitless supply of magic. It did so by empowering different beings, who began invasions against the universe. However, because all of its agents and their armies were defeated, it has decided to strike on its own. From what we know it is seeking the power of the only being, who wanted the destruction of all of creation, but was not influenced by the Void.” The terran began explaining, when Windina interrupted.
“And who is this being, exactly?”
“Does the title – The Dark Titan speak anything to you?” He enquired with a serious expression.
Celestia, Luna, Twilight and Bloodmoon’s eyes widened with terror.
“Those fools seek to return Sargeras back to the plain of creation?!” The night goddess exclaimed.
Meton nodded, still bearing his serious expression.
“I have read about him. He managed to stand against the Pantheon of the Titans. How could we even hope to defeat him?!” The lavender alicorn added.
These words were really frightening the fillies.
“Sadly…we cannot.” Artanis began. “But it is not our task to battle the demon. We must purge the Void and its allies.”
“Then who is to stand against the Dark Titan?” The dragoness asked with worry in her voice.
All of the other leaders of Equis shared the same feeling with her.
“I am with Bloodmoon.” Celestia spoke. “If our combined forces stand no chance against him, who can?”
The High Arch sighted, before replying.
“The task of battling Sargeras falls upon the only being we know, who has the power to stand up to him. But, he is currently imprisoned.”
“That is why we need the help of your most skilled mages and shamans to free him.” Amande Medici said.
“But first we need to acquire the allegiance of another world as well.” Kalistrat filled in. “They have managed to repel his demonic forces a few times, but still we think that we will need some more diplomatic aid in order to compel them to ally with us.”
“If all life is at stake, a diplomatic assistant I would like myself to make.” Zeron announced.
“I will join you chief Zeron.” Cadence added, before turning to her son. “Snow, I am counting on you to oversee the Crystal Empire while I’m gone.”
“I will mother.” He replied.
Suddenly, a small panel on the table opened, and a golden triangular device with a green crystal in its center, rose from it.
“This contains everything that has happened here today. You can access it mentally. Spread this information across your planet, so that your people know what is going on, and are not alarmed by the occupation forces.” Selendis explained.
The sun goddess nodded, and picked the device with her yellow magical aura.
“A soldier will escort you and your guard to the transporter tier of the ship. There a scientist will give each of you a trans- dimensional matrix manipulator, and input the knowledge of its use and sector numbering in your minds.” Zoto Swain instructed.
The equistrians nodded in understanding. As they were about to leave, Meton halted them for a moment.
“Wait.” He then addressed the lavender mare. “Princess Sparkle, after you receive your matrix manipulator, you will be escorted to a pod, which will transport you to a Void Ray. You and Ascended Magus Xerath will be travelling to Xexpol 54 – A mining world which is currently under attack by the Void. A distress call was made by the overseer of the planet, that the zerg brood there, was beginning to get pushed back by the attackers, and requested immediate assistance.” The terran emperor said.
“Why will you be sending her?” Celestia asked with a mix of suspicion and anger.
“The overseer personally requested her to be sent there.” Was the reply.
Despite her disapproval, the Princess reconsidered, and the equistrians went to do the tasks placed upon them.
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A brownish-green orc with black hair and brown eyes, wearing black armor was standing on a cliff, high above the waves, which hit the lad mass. He was confused as to why he was here. All of a sudden his eyes widened, and he moved to the left, dodging a slice of a sword. Its wielder was a human with black hair and blue eyes, and wore golden armor.
“What sorcery have you used Taranog?! I demand that you release me from this trap at once, or I swear, my blade will taste your blood sooner than you’d like!” The human yelled.
“I am not the cause of this Samion!” The orc stated, as he readied his war hammer.
“Orcish lies!” The human spat back and charged.
Taranog let out a battle cry and charged as well. Just before they clashed, their weapons vanished. During the confusion they noticed an owl, descending towards them. Once it reached the ground it transformed into an old man in a brown hooded robe, holding a staff.
“Medivh…” The orc said in awe.
“The oracle?” Samion asked.
“This is a bad sign.” Taranog added, before the hooded man spoke.
“Indeed young shaman. Once again a shadow has leaned over Azeroth. But this time, it is more dangerous than the Scourge and the Dragon Aspect of Death combined. Sargeras himself, along with an army, more fearsome than even the Burning Legion march to end all, not only on this world, but throughout creation.”
“Is there anything we can do to stop him?” The orc asked.
“Yes.” Medivh began. “To defeat the titan, you must release a god from his prison. In a day’s time, vessels from beyond the stars will appear in the skies of Azeroth. You must ally yourselves with the beings they carry, and help them in the resurrection of the one, who will stand against the avatar of evil. But beware the Master of Shadows, for the thing he seeks is in your possession, but a single gaze away from him. Use this knowledge wisely, for the fate of the universe is in your hands.” He finished, before turning into an owl, and flying away.
With that both the orc and the human awoke from their sleep.
Deep within the catacombs underneath the city of Darnassus, in a chamber locked by giant 3 foot thick wooden gates, under the watchful gazes of two druids of the claw, three priestesses of Elune and several bow armed watchers, lay the eye of Sargeras. The priestesses were honing its power to the earth above them, giving the ill land strength to heal. All of a sudden a purple portal appeared in the middle of the room.
The druids prepared for battle, one taking the form of a mighty bear, while the watchers readied their bows with arrows. The portal just stood there, when all of a sudden a crossbow bolt flew through and pierced a watcher’s throat, who then fell on the ground, leaking out a small puddle of blood. In a moment of confusion, several shadow like people carrying either swords or daggers entered the room and cut down three more of the archers.
The shadows became actual people. The remaining two archers were about to fire, when they were struck by crossbow bolts, shot by other attackers, who came through the portal. The bear hit one of them, sending him in the nearby wall, but soon found its head pierced by a sword. The gates opened, and more archers, several huntresses on panther mounts and two druids of the talon entered. The druid of the claw was crushing one of the attackers in his embrace, when he was kicked in the back, and forced on his knees. As he was about to get up, a double blade pierced his head from the back, and through his eyes. Behind him stood the masked gaze of Zed.
He moved his arm to the side, slicing open the elf’s head, spilling out his brains. In the next moment, large roots burst from the ground and gripped around him. A panther rider lunged at the Shadow Master. A shadow representation of him emerged on the side. In a second, the man and the shadow switched places, and the panther’s gut was cut by the shadow blades. The animal dropped on the ground, throwing off his rider. She picked up her blade and swung at Zed. He caught it in between the blades on his right hand, and hit the elven warrioress with his knee in the jaw, knocking her down. When she got up slightly, he stabbed her from underneath the throat and through the head.
The rest of the clan were cutting and shooting down the archers and huntresses. The stone floor had become dark crimson in color.
“Report to Baxtorian Stormrage immediately!” One of the druids said to the other, before a bolt pierced him between the eyes.
The one still alive took on the form of a storm crow and quickly flew away. In two minutes, all of the guards were dead. The priestesses were huddled together in a corner. Zed approached them, with his blades withdrawn. He kneeled down, and grabben one by the chin, and moved her face from left to right, taking a good look at her, as he said.
“So beautiful, and a devoted follower of a deity…what a waste.” He harshly pushed her, receiving spiteful glares from all three.
He stood up, and gestured to the artifact with the words.
“Carry this thing through there…” He looked at the purple portal. “…and we’ll let you go.”
“Never!” The priestess he had looked at first stated.
“Never?” He chuckled.
Then the Master of Shadows grabbed her by the throat and raised her on her feet. She made an attempt to remove his grip, but with no effect.
“Do you care about what would happen to your friends?” He enquired.
After receiving no reaction, he simply stated.
“Very well then.”
And stabbed the woman he held in the heart, letting her fall lifeless.
“The question was directed towards you two.” He cleared, before asking as politely as the situation could allow.
“Now, would you be kind enough to carry that big magical rock across?”
With slight hesitation, they got up, and levitated the Eye of Sargeras with their magic, and slowly walked through the portal. On the other side, they saw a dark place, filled with many monstrous creatures.
“Merciful Elune! We’re in the abyss!” One of them exclaimed.
“No. The abyss was too bright and sunny for us.” Zed spoke. “Thank you for your work girls, but now I can’t let you leave.”
With shocked expressions they turned towards him.
“But…you said you’d let us go…”
“You really haven’t had experience with men, have you? We lie.”
As those words left his mouth, two shadow clones of his appeared behind them, and snapped their necks. The Master of Shadows turned towards his clan members.
“Get someone magic resistant to move the eye…and get those two to Victor. I think he’d like to study their anatomy.”
And then walked off into the shadows.
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Things were going as per usual on the Ergon. System checkups, regulation patrols and ect. Currently on the bridge were several pilots, two engineers, and a zealot. All of a sudden a purple portal appeared, and multiple trolls burst thought. They had clubs, maces, axed and even bulker gauntlets, and started to maul everyone on the room. The zealot activated his psionic blades and engaged in battle.
A troll swung his axe at him, but the blades cut through the metal, and found itself in the said troll’s chest, and cut him open. He back bended to dodge a mace swing, and then cut off the arm of the troll wielding the mace. Another one charged at him from the back, and rose his hands to smash his target, but while his hands were up in the air, the zealot whirled and sunk his blade in the troll’s forehead.
Once it dropped on the ground, a giant ice pillar erupted from the floor, knocking the protoss down. Before he could get up, a large club made of ice slammed against him. And again, and again, and again, and again.
“Come on! Die already!” Trundle yelled in frustration.
With his last breath, the zealot rose his arm towards the Troll King, but another hit from the club crushed his skull, and his body dematerialized into energy. In moments everyone was killed by the trolls.
“Control, this is command. What happened up there?” A voice, apparently of a terran, sounded in the room.
Trundle went to a nearby console, and pressed a button labeled “speaker”, and spoke.
“Command this is control. Sorry ‘bout the noise. Some of the engineers were about two feet high and rising. They meddled and broke several operating systems, so if my voice sounds a bit off, thank them.”
“They used opiates?! Not only is it illegal, but on duty?!” The voice exclaimed.
“Imagine my surprise.” The Troll King began. “We’re rounding them up, and will bring them down to you for lock down.”
“Roger that control, command out.” Was the reply.
Trundle turned towards his men as all of them laughed.
“Seriously, are these guys getting more gullible with every day?” A troll called out, receiving a large portion of approving cheers.
“Don’t know ‘bout that, but one thing’s for sure. Our king can be very convincing, even if he’s not pointing his club at you!” Another one stated, getting even more cheers and some whistles.
Trundle stopped laughing, and silenced them down.
“Alright boys, time to get serious.”
With his crowd quiet, and now bearing serious faces, he started giving orders.
“We’ve got a golden piece of art to recover here, probably locked down in the ship’s lab. Once we get it, don’t damage it!”
A wave of disappointed “Aaawww”s hit him. He put on a smirk as he said.
“But…smash everything and everyone in our way!” The trolls cheered once again.
Three marines in red painted armor, along with several engineers and lab coats were waiting in front of the large metal door, closing the corridor to the bridge.
“Good thing the control guys got them. God knows what could have happened to the ship.” One of the engineers said.
The doors started to open.
“Okay boys, at the ready. They could have sniffed in quite a lot.” One of the marines stated.
All of a sudden, dozens of trolls burst through, taking the armored men by surprise. A bulker wearing troll tackled a marine, then brought him up, and bit his shoulder plate, tearing off his arm, and then threw him away. The second marine had a large axe split him in two, and the third one was beaten to death by two club armed trolls. Without the armors’ protection, the techs and lab coats were easy pickings.
After crushing a human with his club, a troll licked the gory remains off of it, and said.
“Mmm…31, perfectly aged.”
“Not the time Hargle, move along!” Another troll yelled at him.
Hargle complied, and followed suit. They passed through several more ship chambers. About five of the trolls had died from marine fire, but the others managed to survive long enough for their regeneration abilities to kick in. The systems started to give out from the beating the trolls gave to their surroundings, and the blood soaking through the ship.
In about twenty minutes they reached the lab. In it, locked in a stasis field, surrounded by an energy wall, was a golden statue of Kha’Zix and Rengar engaged in combat. In front of it was a console with LOTS of buttons.
“How are we going to get that thing open? We didn’t leave anyone alive to tell us the code.” A troll pondered on the problem.
“Step back.” Trundle commanded as he stepped to the console.
“Hacking requires fines, precision and a delicate touch.” He said.
Then he raised his club, and flattened the console to pancake size. After the pile of ruble gave out several sparks, the defenses around the statue shut off.
“Grab the thing and get it through to the Void.” The Troll Kind ordered.
A purple portal opened, and the appointed individuals carried the statue through.
“Wow Boss, you are really good at smashing stuff.” A troll praised his leader.
With a weak smile Trundle replied.
“I know. It’s a gift.”
Then, without turning around, he smashed a strange device that was behind him.
[Ship self destruct activated. Crew has ten seconds to evacuate.] An adjutant stated, and began counting down.
Just as she reached five, all of the trolls and the portal were gone.
As Meton instructed, after receiving a trans-dimensional matrix manipulator, and the knowledge to use it, Twilight was escorted by a pod to a Void Ray, which would take her to Xexpol 54. Several minutes before the warp jump, at the bridge she was acquainted with her appointed companion. His body was glowing blue energy, covered with black metal parts, centering around an orange rune stone on his chest. His empty gaze, hidden behind a metal helmet was locked on the cold space from outside.
With slight hesitation, the alicorn shook the bad feelings off, put on a warm smile, walked up to the bizarre being and greeted him.
“Hello. What’s your name?”
The being barely tilted his head in her direction, giving her a slight glimpse, before replying sternly.
“Xerath – the Ascended Magus, living embodiment of arcane power, magic itself.” And returned to looking outside.
That slightly took her aback, but within a moment, she began with her introduction.
“Okay, um, well I am Twilight Sparkle-”
She was cut off by the mage.
“You asked who I was. I didn’t ask who you were.” He sternly said, not even bothering to look at her.
“Yeah, living embodiment of arcane power, who hasn’t been taught proper manners.” The mare stated.
“Sorry, I’m not used to speaking with weak flesh.” He returned.
“You do know magic users can sense other magic users’ power?” Twilight attempted to get a hold in the conversation, but his next words decimated that intend.
“Yes, I do. Shall I repeat myself?” He looked at her. “Weak.”
Comparison wise he was right. She could feel the immense amount of energy he gave out. Breaking the silent stare down they were having, by yet again turning towards space. The alicorn decided to simply ignore him, until the job was done, when an echowy feminine voice made an announcement.
[Warp jump sequence initiated.]
All of a sudden three lines of lightning came out of Xerath, and locked down with the floor like chains. Twilight was very confused about that, but she soon realized what their purpose was, as the entire ship burst forward in a FTL speed.
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Energy sparks appeared in the black void, when all of a sudden the Void Ray pierced though an energy hole, and stationed itself. Twilight got up on her hooves and rubbed her head, before opening her eyes. Below the ship was a bizarre looking planet. A large part of it was brown, bordering a smaller purple covered area. The rest was black with traces of active fires on the surface.
“Wow…” She said in awe.
The feminine voice from earlier gave information to everyone on board.
[Planet Xexpol 54 – mining colony. Terran forces have been entirely eliminated. Zerg brood Ole’jata, nearing complete extinction. Several dozen protoss signatures detected on the planet.]
“AI Alpha Jiron – Brood mother and planetary overseer stats.” One of the protoss said out loud.
[Both the Brood mother and the planetary overseer signatures are still active.] The voice replied.
“Very well. Commence warp in on their coordinates.” The protoss commanded.
[Locking on signature coordinates. Warp in commencing.]
After these words, several protoss, including the speaker, Twilight and Xerath were engulfed in blue light, before they slowly dematerialized. The only thing the purple alicorn could see was blackness, but within moments she regained her vision. She was standing on a rather familiar purplish substance, and was surrounded by a several dozen zerglings, ten roaches and five zealots.
Against them was moving a large force of the creatures that attacked the Crystal Empire. The three eyed crabs, brawlers and serpentines, only this time they were accompanied by several tall red skinned beings with horns and wings, which wore black armor and carried swords burning in yellowish flames.
“What are those!?” She exclaimed.
“There is no time to explain. All you need to know is that they are enemies, which must be put down!” A nearby zealot replied, before he, the other protoss and the zerglings charged to battle.
Twilight got a hold of herself, and started barraging the enemies with magical blasts, providing cover fire for the melee troops along with the roaches. One of her blasts exploded in the middle of a large voidling swarm, both lighting them up and sending them in the air. A brawler leaped at her, but a shot of acid melted its head and a bit of the upper body, making it fall right beside the mare. She gave a quick frightened, but thanking glance to the roach, before resuming her shooting.
One of the sword wielding beings engaged a zealot. He raised his sword and chopped down, but the protoss jumped to the side and slashed at the demon, making an open would in its hip. The demon used his tail to trip the zealot, after which he attempted another chop. The fallen protoss however, quickly hot up on his feet, and jumped at the demon, crossing his blades. As the two met, the psionic blades cut through the flaming sword, and the zealot, covered in blood appeared behind the demon, who fell on his knees, then on his front side, with a gaping hole in its torso.
Another zealot was surrounded by two brawlers. The two massive beasts circled him, as he calmly stared them down. All of a sudden, one of the monster decided to strike, and pounced at him. The other one followed its friends example, and pounced as well. The protoss jumped in the direction of the first one, and glided underneath it, sinking his blades and cutting open its gut. The two beasts collided and dropped on the ground, when the zealots jumped on the one that was still alive, and stabbed it in the head.
The very next moment, the same zealot was showered by acid from the serpents, and disappeared in a flash of blue light. The fight wasn’t going very well, as the dark creatures began to push the defenders back. A swarm of voidlings covered another zealot, as he cut down a serpent, sending him away in a flash of light.
All of a sudden, a burning rock fell from the sky, and crashed in the middle of the battle, becoming a giant stone creature, which was covered by the same fire as the demons’ swords. As she raised her gaze to fully eye the creature, Twilight noticed strange flashes appearing around the ship that brought them here. She quickly broke out of her trance, after the stone giant gave out a loud roar. The alicorn’s horn lit up in a purple flare. She aimed and fired a magical projectile at the burning monster. For some reason, the spell ricochet from the creature, and hit its caster, knocking her out cold. She could hear the sounds of battle raging around her. Screams, explosions and strange squishy noises were caught by her ears.
--
In what felt like an eternity, she slowly started to open her eyes. A strong migraine hit her in the head, making her rub her temple. Something however didn’t feel right. She looked down, and saw that the creep was gone.
“There’s one alive.” A voice startled her.
She turned around and saw two zealots walking towards her.
“Oh thank Celestia.” Twilight quietly said, before calling out to them. “Over here!”
When they got closer she spoke.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you. What happened?”
“The battle went as planned.” One of them replied.
“So…we won? Then why is the creep gone?” The mare enquired.
None of them replied. They continued to walk towards her, bearing cold expressions. That frightened her.
“Uh…guys?” She scarcely asked.
“Yes…we…won.” One of them replied, as he summoned his energy blade.
At that point Twilight was paralyzed by fear. Just when they were about four feet away from her, a large bug like creature erupted from the ground. It gave out a loud screech, and attacked one of the zealots with two long spiked appendages, coming from its back. It managed to stab the protoss it was focused on in the shoulder, and loudly said with a feminine voice.
“This is for my brood wretched-”
She was cut off, when the other zealot grabbed her across the throat. With lots of effort she managed to spit out her final words.
“Tal…Darim…”
Before the first zealot stabbed her in the head.
After the creature dropped dead, the protoss focused their attention on Twilight once again. One of them grabbed her by the throat and lifted her in the air. Just as he was about to end her life, a bolt of lightning hit the zealot, sending him away in a flash of light. The other one exploded on the spot.
The alicorn turned around to see two floating figures headed towards her. Her vision was still slightly blurry, so she couldn’t tell who they were, until they came very close to her. One of them was Xerath and the other was a protoss, who had a blue cape attached to his armor, and wore a golden circlet. The protoss got to her first, and helped her up on her hooves. That’s when she noticed a reddish piece of cloth with a strange symbol on his left arm. Then she looked up to his face.
“It’s been a while.” He said.
“Klastanar?” The mare asked with disbelief in her tone.
She received a confirming nod.
“You’ve changed since the last time we met.” The protoss said.
“Well I don’t exactly remember you floating.” The alicorn stated with a chuckle.
Suddenly the Magus Ascendant winced slightly, before speaking.
“That’s very touching, but we have something else on our hands.”
All of a sudden purple portals surrounded them, and different creatures started to pour out. The three huddled back to back, and started to repel the creatures as best as they could. Klastanar and Xerath summoned storms of energy, while Twilight bombarded the creatures with a barrage of magical missiles.
A brawler leaped at them, and the Ascended Magus left a burning hole though its chest with a concentrated lightning bolt. A giant blue demon, wearing armored leggings, a helmet and carrying a large glaive charged at them, to be grabbed in the High Templar’s psykick grip, and then ripped to pieces. They fired down hordes of demons and other creatures, coming at them wave after wave. Twilight could feel her magic was reaching its limits, and the monsters just kept coming.
“We’re not going to hold up much longer!” She exclaimed, as she shot down one of the serpents.
“Does anyone of you have plan?!” Xerath yelled, while unleashing an arcane barrage on a dozen of the dog like demons.
More portals appeared, and brought the creatures reinforcements.
“I think I know a way to purge these creatures and close the portals.” Klastanar stated, making a burning sword carrying demon explode with his feedback ability.
Then he created an energy barrier around them.
“And what might that be?!” The Ascended Magus enquired.
“If we can get a conduit and overcharge it with the mixture different energy signatures, and then make it release the energy at the portals, that should disrupt their energetic resonance, and close them.” The protoss explained.
“And the released energy wave will also destroy the creatures.” Twilight perked up.
“Yeah, brilliant idea. Just two questions.” The energy being began. “First of, where are supposed to find powerful enough energy signatures? And second, if we manage to get ourselves to that sort of power, where will we be able to find a conduit which can hold it?”
He received the concentrated glances of his two companions.
“What?” The arcane being asked.
“What better energy mix than two types of magic and psionic energy?” Klastanar started.
“And what better conduit than the living embodiment of arcane power?” Twilight finished with a smirk.
Xerath’s gaze suddenly dropped as he sighted.
“Oh brother.”
The purple mare charged up her horn, and the protoss’s eyes began to reap energy, as sparks appeared in his hands.
“You know what to do?” The alicorn asked.
“Yeah, yeah, just zap me already.” The Magus deadpanned.
“Alright. Here it goes.” She returned, and the two of her and Klastanar began infusing the arcane being with energy.
His usually blue body changed color to red. The barrier that was protecting them broke, and Xerath began to ascend, until he reached about 200 feet in the air, and then began to speak loud enough for the entire area to hear him.
“Lightning bolt!”
He stretched his right arm. Two chains of lightning shot down back to the ground.
“Lightning Bolt!”
He stretched his left arm. Two more chains hit the ground. An energy wall passed between all four of the chains, forming a pyramid around Twilight and Klastanar.
“LIGHTNING BOLT!”
He yelled, unleashing a wave of red energy. Thousands of lightning bolts were released from the wave, frying everything outside of the pyramid. As predicted, the wave sealed all of the portals, and formed a giant black cloud above the entire area. Twilight and Klastanar were staring at the sky.
“Do you think he is okay?” The mare asked.
Right before the protoss could answer, multiple pieces of metal rained down on them. Xerath’s helmet fell right in front of Twilight’s face.
“Oh sweet Celestia! We killed him!” She gasped.
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” An ecowy voice said, sounding from everywhere.
All of a sudden, blue energy engulfed the metal pieces, and levitated them together. In a couple of moments the Ascended Magus was once again whole, and gave out a chuckle.
“What is so amusing?” The protoss asked.
“Well, I emptied my reserves and I need to recharge.” The mage began. “That means, you will have to carry me.”
Then the energy being stretched and subtracted, the metal pieces forming a sarcophagus, which dropped on the ground with a loud hollow thud. The two looked at each other.
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry him.” Twilight said, as the sarcophagus was engulfed in a purple aura, and slowly levitated. “Wow, he’s heavy.” She stated.
“The cloud is blocking the psionic matrix’s warp in signal.” Klastanar began. “Can you operate your trans-dimensional matrix?”
“Well they did insert the knowledge, but I haven’t tried it yet.” The alicorn returned.
“We are pretty much stuck on this rock, so what better time to try it out?” The Templar said.
“You’ve got a point.” Twilight replied, before bringing the device on her hoof to her mouth, and said.
“Trans-dimensional matrix activate. Transport requested from coordinates…”
She paused, trying to find the right numbers in her head.
“…9930 Leiser, planet Xexpol 54, to 1240 Zeta, command void ray Rao’Pha, Kopruneterrian alliance space. A blue portal opened in front of her. Exchanging approving nods, she, Klastanar and Xerath walked through. On the ship, several other protoss took the metal sarcophagus, leaving the alicorn and the Templar to catch up on old times.
“So…what happened to you, for the past century?” She asked.
That question sounded less weird in her mind.
“I finished my training in the way of the Khala, and got promoted from rank zealot to high templar. Later I was appointed as the planetary overseer of Xexpol 54.” He began. “And you? Wings? You don’t happen to have left over zerg DNA in you?”
“No.” She chuckled. “I also completed training, and in a way got “promoted” to be an alicorn like the Princesses.”
Within the great hall of the Shifting Winds palace, built on one of the small mountain islands in the northern see of Pandaria, were gathered lots of people, representatives of the Alliance, the Horde and the Pandaren Empire. As a neutral territory from any fraction, this palace was constructed for the very purpose of political meetings. The current attendants were the military leader of the Alliance and King of Stormwind, the Horde’s warchief, the night elf high druid, the Archmage of Dalaran, and several other important figures.
“What?!” Samion Wrynn yelled.
Taranog took over.
“I thought Darnassus’s catacombs were the safest place on Azeroth. How was the eye taken and by who?”
A light purple night elf with glowing orange eyes, light bluish-purple hair and short beard replied.
“This baffles me as well. They were humanoids, clad in armor which didn’t allow us to identify their species. Judging by their arsenal they were assassins…highly skilled ones at that. They came through a purple portal, which appeared in the very room.”
“How is that possible?” A human mage began. “Isn’t Darnassus protected against all magic we know, even that of the Legion.”
“Apparently this is magic we have not faced before.” Sylvanas Windrunner said, before enquiring. “Do you have information on their fighting style and abilities?”
“I can only tell you what I discovered in the only survivor’s mind. They moved as gracefully as the pandaren monks…”
That made the several attending ursine beings uneasy.
“…only with the viciousness and ferocity of worgen. That’s the closest I can describe the fighting style. As for the abilities, the survivor only saw how the supposed leader of the attackers created a copy of himself from shadow, and used it to escape a binding spell and kill the mount of a huntress.” Baxtorian Stormrage replied.
“The Master of Shadows.” Taranog said with a frightened expression on his face.
“Who?” Geram Hellscream enquired.
He was too a brownish green with only a ponytail of brown hair and reddish eyes, only wore two spiked shoulder plates, attached with chains to armor-plated leather pants. On his back could be seen a large two-handed, single bladed axe.
“What is this Master of Shadows you speak of Taranog?”
After receiving an approving nod from the king of Stormwind, the shaman sighted, then gave the truth to his warchief.
“I and Samion were visited by the Oracle Medivh, in the dream plane.”
Several quiet gasps were heard from the attendants. The shaman noticed how Baxtorian’s ears twitched slightly. Everyone knew what Medivh’s appearing meant.
“You had a vision of the Legion’s return?” Archmage Harziim asked shakily.
“No.” The king of Stormwind began. “He just warned us about this shadow man, but given that the eye of Sargeras was taken, it is safe to assume that the demons are involved.”
“Was there anything else the Oracle share with you?” The high druid asked.
“He told us that the Dark Titan himself had leaned over all of creation, now with a new army. And the only way for us to defeat him, is to awaken a god, and ally ourselves with creatures, which were supposed to appear in the sky today.” Taranog explained.
“That’s preposterous. How can we possibly awaken a god, when we know of none, neither on Azeroth, nor on Draenor and we have no way of using the Dark Portals to reach other worlds.” Lor’themar Theron said with distrust.
He was a blood elf with white hair, tied to a ponytail and a glowing green eye, the other one was covered by an eye patch. He also wore red armor with golden linings.
All of a sudden, a powerful wind loudly burst opened a window, and an owl flew inside of the hall. Once it landed on the floor it became the oracle in question.
“Fools!” He began. “You should have mustered your forces to the opposite end of the world!”
“Medivh…” Harziim quietly gasped, along with several other attendants.
“What are you talking about?!” Geram demanded.
The man in the brown cloak began to speak with an angry tone.
“The cold of death was burned away by fire, but now the light of the flame falls to darkness.” He paused for a moment. “The darkness, which is coming for you now.”
A loud scream of a pandaren girl was heard from outside. Everyone who was in the hall, looked towards the window. The very next moment they returned their gazes to their previous spot, to find that the Oracle had vanished.
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Bolvar Fordragon, or the name he was now known by – the newly “crowned” Lich King, sat upon the ice formation that was the Frozen Throne, engulfed within its cold grip. His scorched arms gave off a slight glow through the ice shell.
A purple portal opened at the bottom of the stairs, leading up to the throne, and through it…walked Kil’jaeden. This time however, he wasn’t the gigantic monster, but was the size of a slightly large man. The demon took a step forward, before being halted by a voice, which sounded from everywhere.
“If you think you can regain the command over them, and lead them against my world…you are dead wrong.”
Suddenly the ice shell shattered, and Fordragon lunged at the demon lord, his arms and eyes burning furiously. The Deceiver took a blow to the jaw, and made two steps back. Rivers of fire burst through the Lich King’s arms, drowning Kil’jaeden. In a little under a minute, he stopped pouring out the blazes, only to see that the demon had barely flinched.
“Pathetic.” Jaeden said, after which he punched Bolvar, sending him on a collision course with the staircase.
The King groggily managed to look up, to see the demon jump on top of him, smashing his fists over his chest. The burned man coughed out some ash. Kil’jaeden grabbed him by the throat, rose him about 10 inches from the ground, and started pounding him with right blows, while talking.
“I created this power. You, that stupid white haired princess and the wretched orc thought that you could take it…”
Shouting out a cry of rage, Fordragon exploded, sending the demon onto the circular podium in front of the throne. The Lich King stood up, and slowly started walking towards the fallen demon. When he was about half way to him, the sound of footsteps made him turn around…which was a grave mistake. His vision was filled by purple energy. Bolvar bellowed in pain as the world around him began to vanish into a purple nothingness. The energy burned his being. In a few moments his vision returned, and he faced two glowing purple eyes in a void behind a metal helmet.
“Now it’s mine.” The being said, and thrust a bluish dagger in the Lich King’s throat.
Fordragon fell forward, the crown falling off his head and slid a few inches away, before Kil’jaeden picked it up. The demon gave a quick glance to his creation, before turning towards Malzahar, who was now sitting upon the Frozen Throne.
“Let’s make it authentic. Who better than its maker?” The mage said, as he took off his helmet and placed it next to himself.
The Deceiver took another glance at the crown, then he hesitantly walked up to the throne, and placed it on the Prophet, who had closed his eyes. When the crown was firmly on his head, his eyes opened and exploded into a purple light, and the crystal on the crown changed its color to purple. Malzahar chuckled, before saying.
“Alright. Let’s try this baby out.”
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Samion cut off a brawler’s head, while Taranog’s hammer found itself smashing the head of a sword carrying demon.
“I recognize the demons from the Legion, but what are these things?!” The King of Stormwind yelled as he punctured a hound demon.
“I think they’re the darkness Medivh spoke of!” The shaman replied, after which h used the element of the earth, summoning hundreds of rock pillars, which stabbed a swarm of voidlings.
“Yeah, big help that information is!” The human called, slashing his way towards the orc.
“I don’t see you getting anything more useful!” Taranog shot back, ripping apart a serpent, using the plants around them.
“Oh yeah?!” Samion yelled.
“Yeah!” The shaman returned.
The two were literally head pushing each other. All of a sudden a black arrow whistled right between their throats, hitting a demon, which was about to cut them down with a flaming sword, in the heart. With shocked expressions they stared at the demon, as he looked down at his chest, then at them, and uttered. “Uh-oh.” Before falling back dead. Then the two turned around to see Sylvanas.
“You bozos ready to stop your bickering, and start acting like beings who’ve gone beyond their 30th life cycle?” The banshee asked with an angry tone, before suddenly freezing into place.
“What is it Sylvanas?” Taranog enquired.
“It can’t be…” She barely uttered, when out of one of the purple portals lunged out a ghoul, cutting down a human with its claws.
Following suit were lots, and lots more, along with skeletons, gargoyles and various other undead, their eyes and the holes in their bodies reaped purple energy.
“What in the nine hells is the Scourge doing here?!” Samion shouted, while dodging a slash from an undead, riding a skeletal horse.
Just as the rider past him, the human squatted, whirled and cut off the horse’s legs, sending the zombie mounting it head first into the open belly of an abomination.
The scream of a pandaren and blood elf getting eaten alive filled Baxtorian’s ears. He, Archmage Harziim, Warchief Geram and Lor’themar Theron were back to back, fighting off waves of demons, undead and the other dark creatures.
“We’re not going to hold out much longer!” The blood elf shouted, as he slashed a brawler in half, using the great-sword of the Sin’dorei.
“You don’t say! And what do you propose we do?!” Geram returned, as a burning stone golem lost its head from his axe.
The human torched two undead with lightning, before saying.
“Gentlemen, it has been an honor fighting with and against you.” And then chuckled.
Moments later, two large purple portals opened in the sky, and a pair of dragons flew out. They were made of bones, with some rotten flesh, purple energy swirling within the boned bodies. One breathed down cold on all that were bellow him, leaving big ice formations. The other breathed down green gas, which suffocated any living thing, melted the bodies of all of the unlucky undead, who got in the way, and made the plants it touched rot.
Baxtorian sent a barrage of arcane missiles at several giant gray spider like creatures, who fired swarms of small insects at them. In doing so, he managed to obliterate them, but failed to notice a ghoul, which leaped at him. The elf had no time to dodge, or react, so he took a deep breath, and accepted his fate.
In a split second, the said undead was hurled to the side, by a pink bolt of magic. The quartet turned around, and saw a dozen horses, some with wings, others with horns, all wearing silver armor, charging at the demons, darklings and undead, under the command of another horse, which had both wings and a horn, wearing the same type of armor, only encrusted with different gemstones, and revealing her head. Her mane was of purple, pink and yellow stripes, and her body fur was pink.
“Lieutenant, engage and hold down maneuver Lairon!” She commanded, and the pegasi split into two groups, one on the ground, and the other in the air, engaging the enemies with their spears.
“Corporal, cover fire, on me!” Was her next order, then she and the unicorns began firing bolts of magic.
That combination slightly drove the attackers back.
“Are we really getting saved by talking horses in armor?” Geram deadpanned with a dumbstruck expression.
Harziim tapped the orc’s shoulder, turning his attention to the sky, as he said.
“I…don’t think it’s just horses…”
Two gigantic golden ships, followed by five gray ones, which were almost as big as the golden ones, and about three black mechanical looking ones suddenly appeared high in the sky. Several blue portals appeared, and through them came a dozen beings in red mechanical suits, and started shooting down the creatures, alongside with the horses. Four warp prisms descended to about 7 meters above the ground, changed their shape, illuminating the ground in a blue light. In flashes of light, appeared 9 zealots, 3 sentries and 5 stalkers and a high templar, as well as two reptilian figures.
One was very bulky, wearing metal plated leather pants, and steel sleeves on his arms, but revealing his shoulders and hands. Long spines could be seen on his shoulders and back. The other was a lot more man like, his head being exactly like a dragon’s, and wore armor, made as if from bones, the chest plate being a dragon’s skull. On his sides he had two twin identical one-handed swords, with black blades and bone handles.
Several brawlers gathered in front of them, bearing their teeth. Deh’Kal smirked, then gave out a loud roar, making the creatures wince, and then charged at them, followed by the protoss and Kalistrat. The baloth tackled one of the brawlers, puncturing its ribcage with his shoulder spines, then threw the sorry creature to the side, letting the venom in the spines finish it. The Cursed Dragon got out his blades, and threw one, stabbing a brawler in between the head and its left shoulder. He then ran up to the creature. It attempted to swipe at him with its right arm, but the dragon bent underneath it, and sunk his other blade from underneath its throat, five inches of the sword appearing from on top of the head. He then picked up his second blade, and charged to battle once again.
More horses in armor walked through the portal the marines appeared from. The little parts of their bodies which could be seen, were striped. Unlike the other ones, they had neither wings, nor horns, and their weapons were clawed gauntlets on their front hooves. Some leaped on the backs of brawlers, crypt fiends and the dog demons, and tore them like lions did with their prey, while others dodged enemy attacks, and did swipes of their own.
A demon was slashing at a zealot, who was backing in order to dodge. Next, his opponent thrust his blade forward. The protoss dropped on the ground, leaving the sword to pierce a burning golem in the gut. While the demon attempted to pull out his weapon, the laying zealot cut off its arms, and kicked it in the stomach. The armless monster bellowed in agony, as it stumbled back. A sentry summoned a force field behind it. The demon tripped and fell backwards, breaking its head on a stone. The zealot responsible for the creature’s fate was getting up, when the stabbed golem rose its fists to crush him.
Just as the stone hammers started to descend, the burning monster exploded to pieces. The high templar was standing behind it, with its arm stretched at the golem’s direction.
Deh’Kal charged an unlucky undead, breaking his bone horse, and then crushed the rider’s skull in his hand. Suddenly, several missiles exploded near him. He looked up, and saw a familiar face. It was Kha’Zix, only his body was made from metal, and his scythe claws and wings were made from a thin layer of red and yellow energy. Instead of spines, his shoulders now fired missiles. The mech released a loud metallic screech, to which the Baloth King returned with a roar, and the two closed the distance between each other with a jump and a dash.
The metal bug cut off one of its opponent’s shoulder spikes, but the baloth barely winced from it. Then he grabbed the mech, and slammed it on the ground. The reptile was about crush the head of Zix, but the bug vanished in a flash of red, leaving only the ground to be damaged by the powerful punch. Deh’Kal looked around for a moment, before the mech reappeared behind him, and kicked him in the back. The King fell face first. He groggily looked up, after which his eyes widened, and then he dashed, avoiding the breath of the ice dragon.
Kalistrat picked up one of his blades from the corpse of a serpent, and then looked with distain at the two flying monstrosities. Next his gaze made contact with Deh’Kal’s. The two exchanged nods before starting to run, the dragon chasing the baloth. When caught up to him, Deh lowered his right arm. Kalistrat jumped on his associate’s palm. Then the Baloth King launched the Cursed Dragon, who also jumped from his palm, up at the flyers.
As he neared maximum height, the armored dragon tightened his grip on his blades. Chains made of fire appeared from the handles of the blades, and went up to the elbow of their wielder’s arms. He then threw one, stabbing the gas breathing dragon in the right eye, It screeched as Kalistrat took hold of the flaming chain, and pulled himself onto the undead dragon’s head. On it he seemed like an ant on a dog, but ants can bite. The Cursed Dragon sunk both of his still burning blades into the skull, receiving a loud scream from the monster.
The other dragon approached, and tried to gobble the small fleshling, but Kalistrat ran down to the neck and jumped off. He threw one of his chained blades again, attaching itself on the wing of the ice dragon. Holding onto the chain, he swung himself up, then pulled back his blade. Now really pissed, the two dragons came at him from below, both opening their maws to obliterate him with their breaths. He however, dove down, head first, and when he was in between them, he threw both of the swords at them. Each weapon found its mark, the lower jaws, and when they were firmly gripped, Kalistrat pulled both flaming chains crosswise. Both beasts engaged in a bizarre, full mouth open “kiss”, unable to stop their projectiles.
The green gas melted the entire body of the ice dragon, then the vile substance rained down on the ground. As for the other dragon, his body turned into a gigantic ice block, and started plummeting towards the earth. Kalistrat was falling down, holding onto the chain of a blade, which was attached to it. When the block reached about 20 meters from the ground, the armored dragon sent his other blade, piercing a sword carrying demon in the chest, then jumped off, and pulled himself to the said demon. He landed with his legs on the monster’s shoulders, crushing it, while the giant block shattered to thousands of icy pieces, when it hit the ground.
Mecha’Zix attempted to cut off Deh’Kal’s head, as he lunged at him. The baloth foresaw his move, dashed, and pinned the bug to a cliff wall with his metal plated left arm. The sight of the struggling bot, made the reptile smirk, especially entertaining was the part, where it tried to bite the arm, with no success.
“Nowhere to run now.” The Baloth King sneered.
Then Zix launched one of the missiles from his shoulder, making a small explosion, which helped him escape. Deh was blinded by the explosion, and began rubbing his eyes, attempting to regain his vision. Just then, the mech jumped onto his back. After a few unsuccessful attempts to shake him off, the bug raised his claw for the finishing move. Then the baloth smashed his back against the wall, stabbing the bot with his back spines. The machine screeched out in pain, before its glowing eyes, lost their light and shut down.
“Piece of junk.” The now seeing reptile sighted, before letting the metaly remains to drop on the ground, and then cracked his back.
Just as the dead bot was about to make contact with the soil, a purple portal opened, and the parts fell through it.
“Son of a-. Seriously? COME ON!” The baloth exclaimed in annoyance, before a dog demon jumped at him.
Samion and Taranog were fending off attackers, now facing a swarm of voidlings. The shaman summoned the element of wind, to blow away the creatures. His plan was successful, but two of the insects managed to bite the warriors. The venom’s effects quickly started to show, as the human and orc felt their strength leave them. Two demons rushed to them. One was tall, with blue skin and black spikes coming from its back. It wore armored leggings, and carried a large glaive. The other one was purple and centaur like, with a crocodile lower body with dragonic wings. His weapon of choice was a large lance. The immobilized victims faced the demons with courage, to which the foul beings laughed.
Just as their victorious cheer began, two blasts of acid hit each, making them scream. Then, four marines burst from the ground, and tore them to shreds with their rifles. Unlike the others, these had strange appendages coming from their backs, their right arms had merged with their guns via some sort of fleshy covering, which could be seen around their bodies.
The two azerothians stared at the display, when four small creature with wings, clawed forelegs and limbs on their backs, and mandible like jaws filled with sharp teeth, ran to them. Unable to move, the warriors had no choice, but to wait for them to come. When they neared, the human and orc noticed another figure with the creatures.
It was a man with a goatee, who wore a suit, and a military cap. His left arm and some of the body were covered by the same flesh covering, like that of the marines. The arm had long claws on its end, and on the back of the shoulder, he too had an appendage, ending with a bone claw. The different thing about him was, that his left side of the face was melted, with several holes, which glowed with the same fiery-orange light as his eyes.
Two of the creatures picked up Samion, and carried him towards the palace. As the other pair lifted him, with slight difficulty, Taranog asked the figure.
“Who are you?”
The bizarre man smiled, before replying with a strange accent.
“I am Alexei Stukov. And you my friend are very lucky.”
The city of Stowmwind was under siege by undead, demons and other dark creatures. The great stone walls proved useless, as the monsters flooded the streets. Several of the towers were crumbled and on fire, setting off large amounts of smoke into the air, while the monstrosities butchered everyone in their path.
A woman ran through the debris filled street, her breath ragged as she held her crying children tightly. She risked a quick glance behind her to see two brawlers closing in on her and her children. This prompted a loud scream from her as she continued to run. But in her fearful cries, she failed to notice a rock that caught her foot. Her face slammed into the ground, bloodied and dirtied by the impact. She quickly turned to see her children attempting to get her to her feet, but the sight of the brawlers looming over them like twin towers with their drooling mouths letting out their foul breath in loud huffs. Their malice-filled eyes glowed as they raised their clawed arms, intent on turning the family into a bloody mess. She hugged her children as tight as possible as she closed her eyes, expecting the quick slash, the sudden and excruciating pain, and then cold darkness.…but they never came.
Just as the monster was about to swipe, a wave of blue energy cut it in two through the chest. Before it could even tilt its head to see its fallen sibling, the second brawler felt a cold pain in its chest, then he was pulled back, before being cut in two identical helves by a giant axe.
The family now laid eyes on two men with short white hair. One wore a mechanical suit with dark blue energy lines, which pulsed from time to time. He carried a sword with a short handle and a massive blade. It also appeared mechanical and had pulsing energy lines with the same color as the suit. The other man had a similar suit, only his was bulkier. His weapon of choice was a two-handed single-bladed axe, which he carried with one hand. Unlike his partner, his suit and weapon pulsed with a crimson color.
All of a sudden the two got up in the air, while being choked by an invisible grip. The force holding them turned them around, to face a demon, followed by two demonic hounds on each side. This demon did not carry a weapon, instead had clawed gauntlets. His head was white, with a pair of horns and glowing red eyes. His hands were stretched forward, with the fingers placed in a curve.
“Filthy mortals! You will not stand against the Legion!” The demon spat loudly, as the hounds lunged at the men.
Just before they tore them to pieces, a loud whistling sound was heard, after which the two beasts fell on the ground, leaking out puddles of blood. On the back of their heads were stuck axe-like blades, with purple energy lines.
“What?!” The demon exclaimed, then he heard a shout from behind him.
“Hey baldy, stand against this!”
Just when he turned around to spill his rage on the defiler, a mechanical fist smashed into his face, with the sound of a firing shotgun. The two men touched the ground, along with the demon’s body, which got two-thirds of its head blow off, and four empty bullet shells.
Two purple energy chains attached with the handles of the axes and pulled them back into the metal grips of a woman. Her whole arms were in these mechanical gloves, going up to her shoulders. Right in the center of the palms there were spots of purple energy, from which came out the chains. She wore a pale purple sleeveless T-shirt, leather pants with a darker, but still matching color to the shirt and brown high-heeled cowboy boots. A two-lined scar could be seen over her left eye. Her brown hair was raised in a strange fashion, with a single pink dyed lock, splitting her face in two. A cocky smile crept on her face as she addressed the two men.
“Wow, you almost got beat by a dreadlord? Guys you are getting out of shape!”
“Yeah, because saving people is of no importance.” The blue armored man stated, but as he turned to gesture at the family, the group noticed that they were long gone.
That made the woman giggle, after which her blue companion glared at her, his eyes simply saying.
‘Not. A. Word!’
“Yes Ravira, because you are always so perfect.” The red suited man said, as he placed his axe on his shoulder.
“Please Dyrus, being awesome is not something I do by choice, it is my duty.” The woman said as she closed her eyes and raised her finger.
--
*Screen waves out* (yes, a flashback)
Ravira was a little girl. Her current hairstyle is the same. She was walking through a zen garden, along with an elderly man. His white hair was styled as the girl’s, and he also had a strange moustache in addition. A soft wind whistled through the tree leaves. The pair sat upon a rock, in front of a small pond. The man put a hand over the girl’s back and spoke.
“Listen sweetie. I know that this may sound impossible to you, but know, that one day, after my time has come to an end…you will be the most DRAAAAAAAAAAAVEN person in the universe!”
He struck a pose with a thumbs up and a wide grin, his smile giving off a shine. The girl stared with awestruck wide eyes, in which the shine from the man smile reflected.
“Are you really honest grandpa Draven?” Ravira asked, not believing her ears.
“Young lady, when have I ever lied to you?” He questioned.
The girl stared at the ground with a saddened look.
‘Oh man, I offended grandpa Draven. Now he probably never wanna see me again. STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!’ She screamed at herself mentally as her eyes teared up.
“Hey, don’t be like that.” Draven said, as he picked her up by the chin.
After wiping her tears he continued.
“Your cousins Dyrus and Reram are fine chips of the old block, but the title of DRAAAAAAAAAAAVEN falls to you.” He gave her a reassuring look and spoke again. “I expect you to carry that title proudly and bring it its more than deserved glory!”
Ravira smiled proudly as she said.
“I promise grandpa Draven, I will!”
--
*flashback ends*
Tears were flowing like rivers from Ravira’s eyes, as she had her fist raised up to her face and said.
“I promise!”
A ghoul jumped at her from behind. She quickly whirled around, smashing her fist in its chest. Once again a shot gun was heard, as the ghoul’s entire midsection blew off and the rest of its body flew several feet back. Along with the undead, four empty shells fell on the ground. The knuckles on Ravira’s mechanical glove let out smoke, and in a few seconds the holes it came from were closed by panels.
“Nobody interrupts my flashbacks dumb ass!” She yelled.
Both of her cousins were staring at her with bleak expressions.
“Are we seriously related to that?” Reram asked.
“You’re asking the wrong man brother.” Dyrus returned.
Something however, made him flinch. In a moment, the axeman stepped to the side, dodging two lines of electric wires, which grappled onto a large stone chunk from a demolished house, and something flew by, pulling itself on the wires, making a large cloud of dust. Once it cleared, the three laid eyes on a small robot, with a glass casing on its head. Inside were two short pylons, generating a spark of electricity from time to time, and wires hanging from his hands. It looked at them and spoke with a metallic voice.
“Let’s be friends forever!”
After that it once again threw wires at them. They managed to latch on the sword of Reram. That placed the bot in between the three. He yelled and many bizarre symbols appeared on the ground, forming a circle. In an instant all of them were tied up in wires. They heard some rumbling sounds coming from a far. Ravira had begun to cut through the wires with her axes, but it would take time, and the sound became louder and louder.
In a few moments, a nearby house crumbled to pieces. Through it charged a spinning ball, covered in blades. In a radius around it, massive saw blades appeared from the ground. It headed straight for the trio. As it approached, Ravira cut loose from her bindings and threw both axes sideways at the robot, pushing him in the way of the ball. It quickly rolled to the side, dodging the mech, and continued on its course. Thankfully, by pushing the robot away, the bindings of the brothers were removed as well.
Dyrus managed to jump to the side, avoiding the ball, but Reram did not have that time, so he held his sword with the flat side at the ball, and held it at the handle and the tip of the blade. When it made contact with the oncoming attack, a barrage of sparks was produced. The blue suited man barely held his ground. All of a sudden one of the massive saw blades emerged and headed his way. Reram made a step back, in order to dodge it, but in so doing the ball threw him several feet back, crashing into a stone wall, covered by a flag, which bore the mark of the Alliance.
Before the still spinning ball could change its course, Dyrus’s mechanically enhanced fist hit it from the side. It rammed into the cobblestone floor, digging a hole in the ground. However, the lucky punch came with a price. The armor from the knuckles, up to the elbow was torn up, and blood started to drip from a few of the holes.
Reram had recovered from his night stand with the wall, and now the three gathered together, eyeing the hole. The robot stood next to the it, oil dripping from his eyes, as if he was crying. Several bricks around the hole moved up from where they originally laid, as another robotic creature emerged from it.
It was a head taller than the other one, round, with short legs and arms, which had three metal claws as hands. It also appeared to be wearing some kind of shell on its back and it was covered in a multitude of blades. Two soulless yellow eyes were gawking at them.
“Come on! Show us what you’ve got!” Ravira taunted, to which the second robot simply replied…
“Ok.”
--
It was a bright sunny day in the city of Orgrimmar. Life was buzzing as usual between the spiked red roofed buildings, various hanging chained constructions and stone walls, colored by with flags, which proudly bore the mark of the Horde.
Two light green orc grunts were stationed near one of the fires in the Valley of Strength, guarding the large gate. They simply stood their post, observing how many young heroes ran around, helping the local residents, doing an errand for other guards, trainers, spending and acquiring coin from the shops, showing off their mounts or gear, which they have obtained in their travels, to their comrades, or simply screwing around aimlessly.
One of the few entertainments they had was the occasional blood elf woman, who had gone to hard on the drinks, stripped down and started dancing on a mailbox, which for some reason was happening quite often. A pandaren woman, wearing white cloth armor ran up to them, and addressed one of the two orcs.
“Excuse me sir, could you please point me towards the arena?”
The guard gave out a quiet sigh as he facepalmed and slowly slid his hand down his face, before answering.
“Go north past the Cleft of Shadow, go through the Drag and head towards the Valley of Honor. Once you cross the bridge, take the second path across from the lake.” He used hand gestures to describe the route more properly.
The beginning of the whole display was apparently completely unnoticed by the panda.
“Thank you very much. Bye.” She said, and waved to the two as she ran towards her intended destination.
“Oh spirits…bloody tourists.” The orc who assisted her groaned, after which he continued. “Join the Orgrimmar militia. It would be such a rewarding job, which will get you the respect of the people.”
“Pipe down Grethmar.” The other one began. “We’re still doing a service to the Horde by protecting its capital.”
“Seriously Quatkar, what service is staying here all day, and working as direction signs for these buffoons. Don’t you just want something to happen, to actually earn your honor amongst the ranks?!” Grethmar questioned.
“So the world nearly being torn apart by the keeper of its earth is not good enough for you?” Quatkar chuckled.
“You know what I mean.” His comrade punched him in the shoulder, before continuing. “Even with all the drunks and misfits around here, crime rate is boringly low. When was the last time Alliance rogues snuck in the city to butcher the auctioneers? Those three that came in several months ago?
(for those who did not get the refferance, I was reffering to this:
“Be careful what you wish for. It might come true.”
All of a sudden several purple portals opened on the square. From one which was more centrally placed came out a woman with pale skin and was dressed in red and black clothing. She wore a green necklace and had spider legs coming from her back. A sinister smile crept on her face.
“Are you happy now?” Quatkar inquired with worry in his voice.
Elise stretched her arm forward, saying.
“Slaughter them all!”
After her words, swarms of dark creatures poured out. Panic took over for the first several moments, resulting in several quick blood stains on the ground. But not soon after, the heroes and guards got to their senses, and began fighting back.
A tauren cut down a demonic hound and a pit fiend with a two-handed sword, before a ghoul jumped on his back, ripped his head off and got sprayed with some blood. The heroes and guards fought valiantly, but the numbers were overwhelming them.
Grethmar was pinned down to the ground by a brawler. The beast was snapping its jaws at the orc. The warrior’s axe could only hold as much. With each snap, the monster’s teeth inched closer to their prey.
All of a sudden, something tackled the brawler from the side, pushing him off. Grethmar got up on one of his arms as fast as he could, wiped the spit from his eyes and looked at what happened. The scene enveloping in front of him surprised him…a lot. Despite its lack of eye balls, the brawler stared down a creature, which was very similar to him in body build. It was smaller, with a large sail on its back and a flattened-spiked tail. It had a second pair of jaws on the sides of its frontal one.
It snarled at its opponent. The bigger creature roared, and after receiving the same response from the smaller one, both leaped at each other. The smaller creature was really fast. As they reached each other, the brawler swiped at it, but in the middle of the attack, the beast managed to sink its claws into its larger opponent’s chest. It screamed, before the little one bit down on its throat, leaving the brawler a limp bleeding husk.
When the fight ended, the smaller creature swallowed the part it had bitten off. Within the moment, it grew slightly larger, its maw grew longer, the teeth inside becoming more massive and more in number. A second pair of arms with hands grew from its sides, and an appendage grew from its neck, like the one of the brawler.
The victor slowly raised its head, and stared at the orc with zealous eyes, before running off in the fray.
“By the spirits…” Grethmar let out, as he rubbed his temple.
Elise was smiling proudly as she observed the slaughter from the large rock she stood on. A whistling sound caught her attention. She jumped to an upper ledge of the same rock, when several spines sunk into the spot she once stood. After eyeing the spines, her gaze shifted upwards.
Up on the wall above the gate, stood a 9 feet tall creature. It had two large arms and two smaller ones close to its head, each had three claws. It was slightly humped, with long spines and grayish fur on its back. It had four jaws, one of which was torn off in half. Several other spines grew back on its chest. The creature stared down Elise with its orange eyes, after which it roared and ordered loudly.
“Go my pak! Koleckt deir essence!”
Suddenly, multiple holes opened up in the ground in the midst of the ongoing skirmish and thousands of creatures burst through them.
A troll hunter was back-stepping the attacks of two sword carrying demons, shooting them with arrows, but they dodged every single one of them. During his route, the troll tripped and fell on his back. The two demons chuckled between each other, as they approached their prey. As they were about to smite him, the sky above them darkened. A giant creature, which looked like the brawlers, only about 5 to 6 times larger, crushed one of the demons when it landed. The second one stared at it, before it grabbed it and bit off the upper part of his body, and swallowed it in.
In the next moment two skin sails grew out from its shoulders, its eyes started glowing in a yellow green light. Veins began to pulse and grow on its forearms, before they split. A little blood splashed out, before the same yellow energy as from its eyes began to color and reap from the cuts. After that it jumped away to fight something else.
Elise franticly looked around the battlefield, horror beginning to take her over. All of a sudden a green tentacle glued itself to her arm. It came from the creature on the gate. It jumped at her, and pulled her at the same time. The creature swiped at her in mid air, but before the attack could reach her, she took on her spider form, shot out a large sting of web, which caught on one of the spikes on a nearby house, and pulled her away.
She got herself on the roof of the said building, returned to her human form, and shot a ball of web at her now landed on the ground assaulter. The creature bended backwards, and then spat out a blob of green acid, which melted the web. Then it jumped at her. She screeched at it, once again taking up her spider form, and leaped at it. The two engaged each other in a death grip in mid air, after which they both plummeted to the ground.
When the two hit solid, they made a small crater. The creature came out on top, but it screamed in pain when Elise sunk her fangs in it arm, releasing a burning sensation in its body. After the moment passed, it lowered its gaze at the spider, before uttering.
“Poison…is for the weak!”
It gave out a loud roar, unleashing some kind of wave from its body, after which the wound healed.
"Your essense is not worth koleckting!" It bellowed.
The Spider Queen caught glimpse of what was happening around her, her forces were being annihilated by the opposing ones, and were beginning to retreat. The creature atop her readied itself to deliver the final strike…when a wave of energy pushed him off.
Dehaka had little time to react, before a winged figure dropped from the sky, tossing him in the air. The next thing he felt were two quick slashes on his midsection, followed by an excruciating stab in his left shoulder, making him yowl in pain. Elise, not in human form, slowly got up, barely managing to address the new arrival.
“You…why are you here?!”
The dark horned figure turned at her and said.
“Spreading my art.” Then he twisted the blade, causing the creatures even more pain, before continuing. “Runeterra was not very appreciative of it, hopefully the rest of the universe will be different.”
His look shifted down to the creature.
“You bugs are so amusing.”
He then kicked Dehaka, sending him several feet away. The zerg bounced a few times, before coming to a stop. Four primal zerglings and a yellow roach, with long purplish blades on its back, noticed the act and charged towards the darkin. He shot out another wave of energy, cutting two of the zerglings in two. The next one lost its head, and the last had its spine cut through. Then Aatrox sidestepped, dodging an acid spitball from the roach, after which he leaped into the air, his blade began whirling in a purple light, as if it were alive, and dug right through the beast’s skull.
As he pulled it out, one of the primal ultralisks chomped him up together with the roach and swallowed. However, instead of the expected evolution, it felt a burning pain in its guts. A giant orange blade pierced its midsection, before cutting the whole creature in half, revealing the Darkin Blade in a blood fountain. Soon all of the blood was absorbed by the sword.
Despite him often opposing her allies, Elise could hardly hide her…admiration towards the warrior.
Dehaka rose up, as his injuries healed, and stared down the darkin. Before the two could engage, a loud shout of rage caught the attention of everything currently in battle. Aatrox quickly dashed off of the ultralisk’s corpse, before it was splated by the landing of something.
That something revealed itself to be a man with long black hair and beard. He carried a massive blade, which appeared to be one with his right arm. The said arm had spiked shoulder-plate like growths.
The new player on the board looked up at the darkin, after which his blade, shoulder-growth and eyes glowed in a burning orange, as his face turned into a wrathful grimace. The display brought a prideful smirk onto the horned being’s face.
*Space platform Archlight. Ex-Kopruneterrian science facility. Recently reclaimed under the title: "Victor's Workshop".*
The Machine Herald was working on something in one of the many mech labs of the facility, when a purple portal opened behind him and the Master of Shadows walked in.
"What did you want to see me for? I'm a little busy right now." Zed snorted.
"No, you're not." Victor shot back, not even turning around. "Malzahar wants a couple of things retrieved, but first I'm going to help you. Step in that pod." He instructed, his third arm pointing to a mechanical container.
Zed sighed. "And what are you going to help me with, exactly?" He asked as he walked over to the pod.
"I'm going to remove your dependability on that locket..." The Machine Herald pointed at the soul container around Zed's neck. "...by curing you from the curse of flesh." Then he gestured to his new creation.
The Master of Shadows' eyes slightly widened.
"And what is that supposed to be?" He enquired, stepping inside of the pod.
"That Duran has other uses than just creating those abominations. He shared some of his technological knowledge, and it, combined with my brilliance, produced this masterpiece!" Victor boasted, vigorously raising a fist in the air.
"I still don't see why you bothered making it, given the fact that I'm perfectly fine with my current stature." Zed intervened as he laid down in the pod.
The engineer turned towards him and said. "As a saying goes: 'The light cannot defeat the darkness, without letting some of it into itself.' That my friend..." If he had a face, it would have had a smirk on it. His back hand grabbed a lever. "...works both ways."
When he finished, he pulled the lever, the pod closing around Zed. A robotic claw grabbed the Master of Shadow's locket and yanked it away through a small hole, which sealed itself shut. Immediately he began to let out yowls of pain as his body began to decay. Bolts of energy shot out inside of the pod, evicting the spirit from the ashes into which the body turned. As the process went on a robot entered the room and addressed its master.
[Supreme creator, I am here to inform you that experiment Channihilation7-7-6 is successful and is in the final stages of completion.]
"Excellent." Victor said, before instructing the bot. "Keep an eye on this one..." He gestured at the machine Zed was in. "...I need to welcome out newest ally."
Afterwards Victor traversed several levels to another chamber of the facility. When the doors to the said chamber opened, he was greeted by the sight of a thin robot attempting to stay on its legs, but it constantly fell, letting out sounds of frustration. It was a simple humanoid construct, with a slightly feminine structure. Its face was smooth like a mask and its eyes glowed red. After another unsuccessful attempt at staying up it noticed the Machine Herald standing next to it.
He offered it a hand and asked. "How does your new body feel?"
As a response the robot pushed his hand away and exclaimed with a squeaky girlish voice. "Fuck off pencil dick! You think that putting me in this tin can will make up for having my soul bottled and stuck in a barrel for nearly a century?! Well it doesn't!"
"Really now?" He chuckled, forcefully picking her up.
"Hey!" The robot exclaimed again.
He bent her over with one hand, baring a small hole in her neck. In between her futile struggling attempts a cable came out from his index finger and inserted itself in the hole. After a brief moment Jinx stopped thrashing and calmly got up when Victor let her go.
"What did you just do?" She asked.
"Apparently your mind was more 'bouncy' than I expected. All functions of the body are controlled by thought and you had scrambled the motor functions, I simply recalibrated them." He explained.
"Ugh...booori-..." She stopped mid-groan and began looking herself over, an ocean of new sensations filling her, an itch in the back of her head standing out from all the rest. "Da fuq?" She questioned, trying to scratch the spot.
"The software matrix is uploading all of the data about the body into your mind." Victor said.
"Damn...you've put a lot of stuff into this thing."
The Machine Herald returned a light bow to her remark.
A nanosecond of information later her eyes slightly widened, then retracted, suggesting a smirk. "A lot of stuff indeed." She said, after which she brought her arms forward, the hands splitting two reveal two laser cannons, which she aimed at Victor, who didn't even flinch from her display. However, the fire in her synthetic eyes died down when nothing happened.
She shook the weapons in frustration and angerly let out. "What the hell?! Why aren't these things working?!"
Next her attention was caught by the Machine Herald's laugh.
When he got a hold of himself he gave the confused bot an explanation. "Did you really think I would let YOU run around without some sort of insurance for your loyalty? The body is programmed to not let you harm allies at all." He walked up to her. "Get this, this isn't Piltover, this isn't some match in the League, this is war! So drop the 'no-fucks-giving-bitch' act and get to work."
Jinx growled at him. How much she wished that either Pow-Pow or Fishbones was at her disposal right now, but the programming halted her desires. "Well your soft do-hicky says that, these two..." She lifted up her cannons. "...apparently require a decent amount of time to cool down and recharge after shooting, which means I can't use them constantly. So tell me, wise guy, what the fuck do I fuck with?!"
In response Victor's third hand snapped its fingers and a panel on a nearby wall slid open, revealing a rather bulky tube-like gun, connected to a mechanical backpack. Jinx's eyes widened at the sight, as her hands covered the cannons. She stepped closer to the device, looking it over for a few moments, before taking it off of the wall, putting it on the backpack and manned the gun. In the mean time, the Machine Herald introduced it.
"This here is the MMS 7.2. I designed it specifically for you."
"What can this baby do?" She enthusiastically asked, her excitement rising.
Apparently, despite its looks, with her new body, both parts of the weapon felt like they didn't weigh at all.
"Note the dial on the front of the gun." He said, getting her to look at it, then continued. "With it you can switch between 'Hold Fire' mode, in which it currently is, 'Grinder' mode…"
Jinx moved the dial to the next picture. In a couple of seconds the gun let out sounds of moving parts, its closed front opening to reveal twelve barrels in a circular positioning.
"...the barrel drum spins with 3700 RPM and shoots thirty two 150mm armor piercing rounds per second."
Jinx pleasedly hummed, after which the Machine Herald introduced the last function.
"And last, but not least, - 'Decimator' mode."
Barely holding herself she switched modes, the barrel drum sliding back in, leaving the tube open.
"In this mode the gun shoots 3.8 inch in diameter casing grenades up to a quarter mile in range. On contact the grenades explode, each sending out 300 miniature explosive, which impale and latch onto anything for three seconds, before exploding."
If not before, now Jinx felt orgasmic from imagining the damage she could do with that thing. When she managed to cool down a bit she asked. "And what's the package for?"
"The 'package' is the unit that constructs and loads up your ammunition." Victor explained.
She looked at him and said. "I'm gonna need some paint."
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As Dyrus, Ravira and Reram fought the two robots, the buildings around them began to crumble and break down. The short glass headed bot was pushing back Reram, spilling oil from its eyes and setting it ablaze by inserting bared wires, which produced the sparks for the fire.
The swordsman dodged as best as he could, when suddenly a sizeable drop of oil fell behind him and his foot landed right on it, making him lose his balance for a bit. Then his assaulter shot a multitude of wires from his hands, wrapping up Reram and holding him in place. That was noticed by the other robot, which immediately lunged forward and began spinning at them with immense speed. Reram struggled to break free, but his holder had tied up the wires tightly.
When she saw that, Ravira threw her axes at the spinning ball, in an attempt to push it off of its course, but the attempt was futile as it registered the incoming projectiles and quickly made a sharp turn, avoiding them. The small bot landed a punch on Reram's neck, making him drop his sword. In a split second the bot untied its prisoner and jumped off of him as the metal ball frontally rammed itself into the man, tossing him several feet away into the remains of a building, which broke down at the hit. Reram lay in the rubble. He was still alive, but the front of his armor was torn open, blood streaming down from several wounds on his chest and midsection. He coughed, letting out more blood.
The sight made Ravira enter a state of bloodlust, or in this case, oillust. Using the energy connectors she pulled back her axes into her grasp. Opening them up she spun them with great speed, turning them into saw blades and then proceeded to lunge them at the spherical robot. It did not manage to dodge, but it didn't need to, as both of the blades jabbed themselves into the thick plating on its back, not reaching any vital systems. That move left Ravira open, allowing the other bot to latch onto her with its wires, pulling itself to her.
Disregarding the pain from his wounded hand, Dyrus picked up his axe and dashed towards his cousin, cutting the robot's arms, before it could slam itself into the woman. That however, proved useless as it once again summoned the bizarre symbols on the ground and wires shot out from its body, tying them both up. They did not manage to avoid them as the wounds Dyrus caused made oil spill underneath them, which made them lose their footing for a moment.
Acquiring the new targets, the spherical bot stomped its stubby leg, making the ground shake as the massive saw blades, which accompanied its entrance to the battle, returned. Lunging forward in a spinning ball it targeted the man, but timing its attack so that one of the blades would go though the woman.
As it made for them, the sky darkened. The glass headed robot just looked up to investigate what the cause of that was, when a massive winged figure swooped down, grabbing the two humans in its clawed paws and taking them with it. The bigger bot stopped spinning and unsummoned the saw blades as it stood up to its partner and the two of them looked at the dragon flying above them. The reptile made a turn in the air and flew at the robots. Lowering its altitude it dropped the two passengers on the ground, after which it opened its maw and drowned the two robots in fire, which intensified when it made contact with the oil on which the mechanical pair was standing. Ravira and Dyrus made for that spot as the short robot's glass head exploded from the heat, and the other bot's lower body melted.
Letting out a few sparks, it reached its clawed arm towards the two. In return one of the purplish axes was jammed into its face, its eyes’ light vanishing as the machine turned off. Ravira walked to the metal husk and pulled out her weapon. In the mean time Dyrus ran over to check on Reram.
The dragon landed next to them, asking. “Is he alright?”
“What do you think matchstick?” The woman spoke. “What the hell took you so long Coyle?”
“Sorry.” The giant reptile apologized as it engulfed itself in flames. When they died down a blond man with dark brown eyes, dressed in red armor and carrying a sizeable black blade appeared. “I was a little busy cleaning up the west coast.”
Reram coughed out some blood, making Dyrus worriedly look at him. He turned around and addressed the other pair. “I’m going to recall to the capital ship and get Reram in a med bay.”
They nodded in agreement, after which the axeman brought up his wrist and called a portal. Picking up his brother he went through. Just when the Firestarter was about to speak to Ravira, he was addressed by someone via the earpiece he wore.
"Agent Coyle, this is Capital Ship. Gather whatever troops you can and immediately recall to Dalaran!"
"Whoa there! I just got to Stormwind and you want me to leave?" The man questioned, with great surprise in his tone.
"Priority target class I and multiple priority targets class II have been confirmed to be present in Dalaran. We need every able agent to back up squads Omega-15 and Zeta-9, who are enroute for interception." The voice on the other end of the link said.
"What?! Malzahar is there himself?!" Coyle exclaimed in disbelief.
"The old fart in the flesh?!" Ravira questioned. She received a nod from the man as a response, after which said. "Then what the hell are you waiting for?! We need to get our asses there PRONTO!"
"Agreed." Coyle returned, and then spoke back in the earpiece. "CS, me and agent Ravira are on our way to rendezvous with squads Omega and Zeta."
"Copy that agent." The person returned.
Next Coyle brought up his wrist and called in a portal, through which both him and Ravira went.
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It had been close to a week since Cadence had left her son to oversee the Crystal Empire. At first Snow Ruby was very excited that he now had a chance to prove to his mother and his aunts that he was capable of handling situations of such immense proportions, but after a couple of days he found out that the only immense thing he had to deal with was the paperwork, in which his office was now buried. Because of the new occupants of their world, and the absence of the other equestrian political leaders, all of the paperwork, be it directly for the Crystal Empire, Canterlot, Saddle Arabia and ect. had to be filtered by his hooves. After completing another set of sheets the prince leaned back in his seat, letting out a loud groan.
"Is something the matter your Highness?" A grayish blue eyed crystal pegasus clad in crystalline armor, one of the two guards stationed inside of the room, questioned.
"No Gill..." Snow Ruby replied. "It's just that I am really bored."
Both guards shared a chuckle.
"What's so funny?" The white alicorn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Forgive us, your Highness..." The other guard, a red green eyed unicorn, spoke. "We just mused on how much you take after your mother."
"Oh, haha. Very funny Sharp Shot." Snow said.
Just as the guard was about to respond, a massive explosion was hear from the outside, immediately followed by the screams of ponies.
"What the buck is going on?!" The prince exclaimed as he rushed to one of the windows to see what was going on, the guards following his example went to another window.
Nothing could be seen as their view was blocked by a thick cloud of smoke.
"Damn it!" Snow Ruby angerly let out, slamming his hoof against the wall. After which he turned to the guards and ordered. "Sharp Shot, get down there and find out what's happening. Gill you and me are going to get the rest of the guard."
The two saluted and the trio headed for the door. Just at the unicorn was about to force it open with his magic, a crystal earth pony guard rushed into the room and reported to Snow.
"Your Highness the Crystal Empire is under siege!"
"What?! By whom?!" The prince demanded.
"It's the creatures which attacked us a week ago, only this time they are accompanied by a force of human warriors!" Was the guard's response.
"And what about the humans that are on our side?!" Sharp Shot raised his voice.
"They are being slaughtered as we speak sir! The creatures barely acknowledge us and swarm around the off-worlders, making them easy targets for the shadow warriors!" The earth pony replied.
"And what about the civilians?!" Gill jumped into the conversation as well.
"The Crystal Heart's barrier has been lifted and they are being evacuated there." The soldier spoke. He caught his breath for a moment before continuing. "They are attacked, but not in mass. The enemy troops are barely closing in on the barrier and instead protect some type of centipede creatures that dig into the ground, making tunnels for their troops."
Snow Ruby's eyes shot open in terror. "Change of plans." He addressed the three guards.
"Sir?" Gill questioned.
"Sharp Shot gather all able guards and off-worlders outside and keep evacuating the people to the barrier, and once you are done defend them at any cost!" The prince began to bark orders.
"As you command!" The unicorn returned, saluting and then bolted out of the room.
Next the alicorn turned to the other two. "We need to gather anyone from inside of the castle."
"For what Sir? Shouldn't we go and help with the civilians' evacuation.?" Gill enquired.
Snow put on a stern expression as his next words exited his mouth. "I know what the invaders are here for. They are after the two relics in the underground." Both guards' eyes opened in realisation. "Now we have to move!" Snow shouted and ran out of the room, followed by the pair.
*view a dark cavern illuminated by various glowing crystals*
Over a dozen armed crystal pony guards stood their ground around the two crystal works, which they were tasked with guarding. In a few moments, a massive rock on a nearby wall was surrounded by a red aura and was moved away, revealing a stair case, from which another dozen of crystal pony guards and a few humans in mech armor, holding gauss rifles, entered. The new arrivals were led by the now clad in dark blue armor prince Snow Ruby. Firmly behind him followed Gill and the guard who informed them of the situation.
"Sir, what in Celestia's name is going on up there?!" One of the guards who had been in the room asked, as the ceiling rumbled.
"We're being attacked by the Void's forces. This time, they brought back up and are now after those." The alicorn sternly said, pointing at the green crystal statue representing a changeling and the slender light pink crystal.
Before any more questions could be asked, the prince turned towards one of the marines. "Do we have any way of knowing what's happening on the surface?"
"Yes." The man returned, after which he brought up his wrist, a green hologram of another marine appearing in a few moments. "Private what's the situation up there?!" The armored individual that was in the presence of Snow Ruby demanded.
On the hologram could be seen other armored men firing at something which was out of vision, as the addressed man replied. "We've managed to evacuate 53% of the population inside of the barrier. I'm afraid the other is lost. I see about seven enemy tunnels going down under, most certainly to your local sir."
"Understood. Retreat all troops into the barrier as well immediately!" The higher ranked marine ordered.
"A-..." The private halted what he was about to say, suddenly replacing it with. "Oh shit!" And began firing.
"Private?! Private what the hell is going on?!" The commander barked out.
What he received in reply was. "The creatures have cut us off from the barrier sir! We're completely surrounded!"
It could be seen how the other soldiers visible in the hologram were tackled out of vision by either voidlings, or shadow warriors. Just as the commander was about to shout out an order, a blade came out through the private's visor, his body falling down lifeless as the shadow warrior who killed him picked up the communicator and said. "Tremble before the might of the shadows!"
And then smashed the device into the ground, ending the hologram.
Everyone in the hall stood motionless, horror written on their faces, even the ones that were hidden behind visors.
"Damn it! Damn it!Damn it!Damn it!..." The prince let out, shutting his eyes, repeatedly slamming a hoof in the ground.
His tantrum ceased when the commander grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him, while saying. "Calm your horse kid! This isn't either the time or the place to lose our heads!"
"Our heads?!" Snow Ruby shouted. "We're losing ponies and people up there!"
"And you think this whining of yours will do anything to fix the situation?! Look at them!" The man barked back at him, pointing behind the alicorn. Snow turned around to see most of the pony guards slightly shaking.
Then his returned his attention back at the marine, who spoke in a sternly cold manner. "Listen to me you royal, over glorified furball, and listen well. This isn't the gentlemen's Sunday boxing club, where mom picked you up and cleaned you up after you got lightly pushed by someone else. This is war. In war there are always casualties, both military and civilian, but just crying over them will not bring them back, or stop more from joining them. If you want to fix the first, learn how to travel through time, or necromancy, but if you want to fix the latter, calm the hell down, buck up and stop your men from acting like they are stuck in a freezer and show those dark sons of bitches what you've got! Not as a prince, but as a leader! Think you can manage?"
He then let go of the pony and stood back up to his full height.
Several moments after the man's words sunk in, Snow's angered grimace shifted to a stern determined expression. He then turned around and addressed the pony guards.
"You heard the man. It's time we quit with being colts, and start acting like real stallions! For whatever reason those things might want the artifacts, well they are not getting them!" His speech began to boost their morale, as the guards began perking up. "We have been charged by the Princesses to guard this power, and not let it fall into the hands of evil, for we are now what stands between those dark sons of bitches..." He gazed back at the marine with a smug smile as he said that. "...and all life not only on our world, but among the stars!" The ponies started to cheer, motivated by their leader's words. "So I say, that no matter what hell breaks loose on us this day, they will regret facing the proud sons of Equis!" The cheers intensified, going on from simple syllables and whistles, until the soldiers chanted Snow's name.
The alicorn once again turned back towards the commander and asked. "Think I managed?"
"Defin-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The man was cut off as a giant purplish black centipede erupted from the ground, right underneath him, swallowing him whole. Multiple more centipedes erupted, downing several of the ponies, after which various monsters and shadow warriors leaked out of the holes the insectoids made.
Snow Ruby leaped to the side to dodge an erupting beast. After breaking the surface of the cavern's interior, one centipede threw out a giant boulder which landed on the prince's lower body. He screamed in pain, seeing how both man and pony alike ware being slaughtered. He was about to use his magic to lift the massive rock, when a blackish figure, glowing in while
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