Anub'arak was having a fairly nice day. The sun wasn't too bright, the wind had just the right kind of chill in it, and he happened to no longer be dead. The colossal creature was the symbol of Nerubian might, standing around 18 feet tall, on four massive armored limbs, scythe like talons on the limbs on his sides, and massive armor chitin covering nearly every part of his body beside his face. His ancient eyes squinted at the new world he had been summoned to, and his muscles had already resorted to their only mildly taut stance, which was a good degree below that of the case of rigor mortis he had awoken to. The lich, whom he remembered as Kel'Thuzad, was babbling about on how things had happened since the Underking's death at the Argent Tournament, which was to say not much, but regardless Anub'arak listened, even if only to comfort the undead spellweaver. The Crypt Lord could only wonder how the lich was able to speak so long on unimportant topics was beyond the mantis-like behemoth. The only thing Anub'arak needed to know was where the living were located, as he intended for them to not remain there for long. There were mortals to convert, by their own will or by force, and Anub'arak hungered.
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Arvenell was falling. He didn't know why he was falling, but he was. He wasn't panicking, in fact he felt quite comfortable falling from the balcony above. He had begun feeling quite accomplished having jumped out over the 60 foot drop, which had rapidly become a 40 foot drop, when a thought crossed his mind.
"Why, oh why, did I just do that?" He asked himself as he turned around while he fell. He saw three heads poking over the railing, one of a Blood Elf, on of a certain indigo mare, and one of a Night Elf. Luck appeared to be on his side. He reached out with an arm and a shadowy tendril shot out, wrapping itself around the Blood Elf's foot. An amazing shot, as it went between two of the railing pillars and coiled around the paladin's ankle. He was yanked to the ground, one of the pillars catching him between the legs as Arvenell was pulled back up in an instant. The death knight grabbed the railing and flipped over it in one quick movement, landing on his back on the solid side of the marble barrier.
"They have a necromancer. They have. A damn. Necromancer." Was all he said as he stared at the sky, a long sigh escaping from behind his helmet. Velian was already getting back up, his armor saving him from an otherwise embarrassing blow, with a cross look on his face as he strode over to the fallen Human.
"Of all the things to grab, you just happen to grab the paladin?" The elf said with a hint of annoyance, arms crossed.
"Well I wasn't going to grab one of the ladies now, was I?" Came a half sarcastic response.
"Your manners astound, Arvenell. Now might I ask you to expand on the problem?" Luna inquired as she herself walked over.
"They happen to have a necromancer. Who 'they' are is still up for discussion, though regardless this necromancer is quite capable, especially if he or she can alter my mind like that." Arvenell sighed. "You don't happen to have anything dead walking about, did you?" He asked back.
"Not that I know a-" Luna started to respond before a brick red pegasus flew around the tower, fully armored an looking quite distress.
"Ma'am! Captain Permafrost just blew a 'ole in the side of the barracks! Looks like 'e's on his way to Everfree!" The pegasus reported, landing on the balcony and folding in her wings as she saluted.
"Oh. So that's why Captain Frosty can't use magic that much." Lyunah commented, dread hiding behind false comedy.
"Lieutenant Warm Front, inform my sister we're going to be paying her a visit." Luna commanded the pegasus, curiosity, dread, annoyance, and slight apprehension in her voice.
"Uh, ma'am, I believe the Captain was about to come 'ere 'imself. Apparently three more of the aliens 'ave arrived in Ponyville, yellin' about some kind of 'Scourge' or what not." The pegasus informed the princess cautiously. Arvenell sat straight up, heavy breathing could be heard from behind his helmet as the temperature on the balcony seemed to drop a number of degrees.
"Princess. I'm going to Ponyville. And there's nothing you can do to stop me. Those three with need help. And I am all too happy to volunteer." The death knight said as he stood up, walking or the door. Velian sighed, his shoulders sagging as he followed.
"I should be going as well. I may not have as much contempt as the human for the Scourge, but my hatred for them is strong nonetheless." He gave as a passing comment to Luna. Arvenell simply grunted as he pulled open the door and strode out, leaving an uncomfortable looking pegasus, an irritated alicorn, a still silent monk, an annoyed looking rogue, and a warlock who appeared to be stirring.
"Lieutenant, after you inform my sister of our impending visit, lead a force to stop Captain Permafrost. Lethal force is not authorized." Luna commanded the armored pegasus as she turned to the door. The Lieutenant saluted and took off, flying back around the tower.
"You! I will burn the flesh from your bones and cast your soul into-" The Forsaken warlock began as he started to rise, pointing at Lyunah, before Aldorose cut him off.
"Warlock, you stand on another world, one soon to be besieged by the Scourge. Whatever petty argument you have with Lyunah can wait until AFTER this problem is dealt with, if even then. You will show courtesy and regular mannerisms while you are here, and you shall not assault ANY of the inhabitants, or so help me I will personally kick you so hard that you cause another cataclysm when you land on Azeroth." The monk commanded with a perfectly calm voice as he stood and moved to the door. The warlock gave the human a look of sheer disbelief and shock, slowly nodding as he rose himself.
"And where are you going, Aldorose?" Lyunah asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"To get Arvenell. I'm not letting him die to the Scourge again. My brother's death was half the reason I became a monk, and now it appears he's rushing headlong into another fight with them. This time he's getting my help, whether he wants it or not." The monk said as he walked out, not looking back.
"Egh, revenge is enough a reason to combat the Scourge. I will follow him. Never let it be said that Alvich the Spectacular missed out upon the killing of Scourge mongrels." The warlock said under his breath, shambling out with a re-summoned Voidwalker in tow.
"I suppose that leaves me and you, Princess. I suppose we're off to see your big sis'?" Lyunah inquired, getting off the railing as she fastened her armor by habit.
"It appears so. We need to be leaving then. I intend to be in Ponyville within the half hour, and I feel this talk is going to be a long one..." Luna sighed as she began moving to the door, taking one last look around her suddenly empty room. "Let's hope this ends well. All of it."
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Fraln was having an utterly terrible day. The Orc and the Dwarf were arguing about how to construct the defenses, the town seems to have gone on a mass exodus, and three ponies remained, seemingly un-phased by the danger. One was cyan with wings and a rainbow colored mane. From what the Tauren gathered the mare's name was Rainbow Dash, which she found fitting. The other two appeared to be siblings, both regular ponies, one an orange color and the other a deep red. They were apple farmers, and both quite strong, stronger than Fraln would have guessed. All three seemed ready to help, but there would be nothing to do should the Tauren's companions not cease their squabble.
"You two are both wrong. What we need to do is cut off the primary routes to the town square, defend there. The Scourge will most likely believe that the populace is there, and that will buy the townspeople time." Fraln said with finality. Both Burgon and Morik were quiet after that, and all three of the ponies nodded and set off. "Out performed by ponies. You two should feel ashamed."
"Ah'm drunk, what's 'is excuse?" Burgon inquired, seemingly seriously.
"You three are acting as if you have an idea of what you're doing. Unfortunately that's incorrect." Came a new voice. All three looked to the sky as four shapes descended, becoming more defined as they landed. Four humanoid figures stood, two robed, two in bulky plate armor.
"Cavalry's arrived, kids. Now it's time we get to ending this before it begins" Aldorose commented, pulling both of his swords from his back as the others prepared their weapons.
"Well, if it ain't the Victare brothers, 'ow the 'ell you two get 'ere?" Burgon chuckled.
"Burgon. You're drunk. Get ready for a fight. This is serious now." Arvenell commanded, the tip of a large two-handed sword crashing onto the ground as his pulled it over his shoulder.
"Death knight, you may want to know who we're fighting." Fraln commented, standing at attention before the four newcomers.
" Scourge are Scourge. I intend to kill them no matter their identities. But go on, if you deem it necessary." Arvenell responded, looking over his blade with a masterful eye.
"Kel'Thuzad. And before him, Anub'arak. They'll be here any minute." Fraln reported with a tinge of dread in her voice. This got a light chuckle from Arvenell.
"Old man Underking will be no problem. Kel'Thuzad, however, will be a whole other challenge. Makes me wish we had that Draenei with us, a mage'd be useful for that." He summarized. "Regardless, we sh-" He was cut off by a yell, accompanied by three ponies running (one of the three flying.) from the north.
"Spider's here! He's all yours!" The cyan pegasus yelled as they fled, a behemoth crashing through behind them.
"I AM ANUB'ARAK! MIGHT OF NER'ZHUL! FLEE BEFORE MY MIGHT! I WILL CONSUME THIS WORLD FOR THE SCOURGE! THE ARGENT TOURNAMENT WAS MERELY A SETBACK!"
"Alright chaps. Time's up. Let's do this." Aldorose commented before charging straight for the Crypt Lord.