Julilee

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Julilee    35

"And they chased you all the way out of Ashenvale?"

Juli listened to Malethia with a frown. This far, except for Ninorra – and, briefly, Naheal – Sanctuary had been left untouched by the curse and Accalia. Of course it still concerned Juli greatly, but it wasn't as personal as it could have been. There were Faelenor and Amalyn too, but they had gone off to pursue their own path, and Juli trusted they would take care of themselves.

Yet the fel link Malethia had described sensing connecting this pack that had attacked her to something much greater... The most obvious explanation was far too likely to ignore.

"In your time," Juli said slowly, "did an ancient god named Accalia pose a threat?"

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Malethia    10

"The entire way. If I hadn't stumbled across a Horde patrol near the border with Azshara, I likely might have been run down. I could tell I was being herded, but I didn't have any alternative." The battle had claimed a few lives, and only a lifetime of desperate combat kept Malethia from feeling the guilt over their deaths. She had brought the wolves down upon them, exactly as she had brought demons down upon the soldiers who served as her bodyguards on her world.

She sat back in a chair to ponder the question posed to her. "From what I've been given to read so far, all I can give you is a rough 'maybe'. Certainly, it should have existed in my timeline; there's only a few decades of divergence from this one. The problem is that my Alliance's relationship with Kalimdor is a far cry from the one that was forged here. The kaldorei, trolls, and tauren were virtually wiped out by the time they joined, and any lore they might have carried with them was all but wiped out along with their civilization on the continent."

She leaned forward, sighing as thoughts of her own timeline danced through her head. What was happening back there? Were her friends and family still alive? As much as this new world gave a greater sense of hope, that world was still her home. "One thing you must understand - there was no other threat. The Burning Legion was so powerful, their invasion so overwhelming, that groups who became your enemies here joined us against the demons. So when you ask me if Accalia was a threat, it's like asking me if a grain of sand on the beach is a different color."

She contemplated the question for a few more moments. "That being said, I might still have useful information. This creature has some sort of connection to Moonglade, correct? On my world, the druids became tainted by Saergeras, as he twisted the Emerald Dream to his own ends. Anything that touched the Dream became fel-corrupted, including several demigods and the Green Dragonflight."

Her eyes opened wide with horror. "You don't think this creature followed me through, do you? Is this a monster from my own world, come to finish what this world's version failed to do?"

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Julilee    35

"I don't think so," Juli said slowly. "Naheal said Accalia last rose seven years ago, and there's been no indication this is a separate matter. What you said might be useful to know, but it may not be relevant at all."

She walked over to where the battle-map was. It showed only Draenor, as that was the objective for which the garrison was built, but Sanctuary's concerns lay with all worlds. She looked down at it absently as she thought.

"No," she said eventually, "it was probably just a matter of opportunity. In fact—"

Whatever she was about to say next was cut off by the sudden clangor of alarms. Outside, the guards were shouting, and then the howls began. They were hair-raising, supernaturally so, and close. Juli drew her sword and shield, moving toward the door, as did the various other guards nearby. "Malethia, defend the civilians in here," she said before she stepped outside.

Wolves. She didn't understand, despite the conversation they'd just been having. Wolves were flooding the garrison, streaming in from the frosty countyside. But the Frostwolves were allies, and moreover, there no one one accompanying the wolves. And she saw, as one bounded up the steps, that its eyes were glowing a feral amber. She brought her shield up and blocked it, a booted foot sending it skidding down the stairs next.

"Protect the civilians!" she shouted. "Form defensive lines in front of the buildings!"

She leapt over the wolf and down the rest of the stairs. The guards around the main hall were quickly following her orders. There were enough to defend those within this building; Juli quickly surveyed the rest of garrison. The inn was the nearest building to the main hall, and would have had fewer combatants present within when the wolves arrived.

She started heading that way, but saw that civilians were already running out of it, trying to flee. Several were run down by wolves before she could get there. She started laying around her with her sword as she went into the thick of it, fur and blood flying around snarling jaws and raking claws, but there were so many of them, swarms of them, they threatened to overwhelm. She put her back to a wall long enough to grab her hearthstone.

"Sanctuary, we're under attack. Come to the garrison immediately if you can!"

She dropped it and swung.

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Kexti    42

Tesonii had curled up near the fireplace in Kex'ti's quarters, having stolen Kex'ti's bed linens. The burnt pine smell intermingled with the septic, herbal tinge of the monk's medicines. The room wasn't particularly large, but it was private, and overlooked the commons. Kex'ti felt, more than heard, the soulless howl of Accalia's worgs. He left Tesonii asleep, hastily strapping his armor on as he hobbled down the steps. His gait took him towards the various inroads leading to the guild hall. The peons and workers clambered into the barracks, seeking safety from the onslaught of shadow-beasts.

Kex'ti emerged into the stormy winds just in time to see a worg lunge for a sweating peon. Kolgar, one of the leatherworkers, based on his permanently stained attire. Kex'ti reached forward and hurled the leatherworker behind him into the barracks. Sweeping his staff in a circle as he turned, he hooked the creature and sent it sprawling into the dirt. The wolf scrambled against the path and resumed its attack. The monk placed himself in front of the door, and used the staff to deliver a cascade of thrusts and slashes at the oncoming tide of amber-eyed monsters. He would lay one out, his staff aimed for its neck, only to find two more leaping for his back. With preternatural swiftness, Kex'ti slammed the staff backwards to knock aside a pair sneaking into the barracks. Over by the guild hall, he recognized the compact frame of Julilee striking against the tide with her shield and sword.

"Tesonii! Get your armor on and go help the Commander!"

***

The woman had been deep in a dream, and awoke in a shiver. Over her clothes, she began to tie on the cobalt and ghost iron of her armored robe. Heedless of the blisters, Tesonii stuck a hand into the ash at the front of the fireplace. Using a bit of charcoal from the fire, Tesonii inscribed new runes along the flat edge of her blades. She descended the iron-reinforced steps to the cowering mass inside the barracks. The rhythmic and rapid clack of wood on flesh brought a smile to her face. Her blades itched for a good fight.

Kex'ti sensed Tesonii's presence, and stepped aside to allow her a double-handed swing of her blades. Frost crackled along the edge of her swords and spread like spilled water over the worg. She hacked and cleaved her way through the pressing tide of fur and teeth, her eyes and face illuminated with joy. Not with killing, really, but just at the sense of danger and risk of being alive. Or so she told herself. The peons would later remark that where Kex'ti's attacks were sweeping, deliberate strikes, Tesonii's were savage, hopping lops of her blades.

The wind and icy talons of her magic drove her swords deep, and with heavy bashes of her hilts, caused frozen blood and muscle to shatter onto the ground. The gale she controlled was her laughter, the carving strikes left further runes for her spells. But the creatures healed rapidly, and where flesh was shorn, shadow soon reknit into bone and fur. As she danced her way through the throng, she chained and froze a large, silvery-black predator leaping for Julilee. The smaller elf planted an armored boot on the thing's snout, and drove her blade into its skull. Julilee took a moment to scrutinize the blue-haired woman, her lips a tight line and her forehead beaded with sweat. The rune knight merely smiled back at her, and turned to put her back to the Commander's. Either with cold, with excitement, or with exertion, Tesonii shivered.

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Grimal    10

Grimal had enough of his separation from his lover, and was on his way to her small fort when he heard the howls. Coming from Sanctuarie's Garrision's direction. "Oh no.. Fel!" He grabbed turned Novok towards the howling and grabbed his Hearthstone, barking orders back to his own Garrison for reinforcements and requested aid from Dragpvar's as his Garrison was closer than his own.. He doubted he could wait the few minutes it would take so he sped the Dreadsteed onward regardless.

That Scythe was removed from his back and he rode into the Garrison, hacking at wolves as he rode by them, making a circle at the front gate. The fire in Novok's wake scorching the ground and the lingering flames burning the worgs who got too close them. The swarm of wolves mangling everyone they could get their teeth into brought a grimace to his face. This would not do at all, he dug deep and awoke his rage, these creatures were also to blame and they needed to burn. Burn they would, Grimal beat the wolves back and bought a few moments of breathing room. Raising his scythe high in the air dripping crimson from the wounds it had created fel flames erupted from the blade and as the warlocks exposed eyes flared up in response to the use of magic.

A deafening crack of thunder was heard from above and in the middle of the Garrison came tumbling down his Abyssal, Cinderburst. "Have at them Cinderburst! The wolves will have to flay their own skin to escape your fires!" It bellowed in recognition of it's master's orders, the aura of flames arcing along the ground around it as wolves attempted to attack the stone beast and it retaliated. For his own part the Warlock dismounted, readying his scythe in one hand, fel flames racing from his finger tips with the other. He thought he saw a familiar shield and plate armor across the way at the Tavern, assuming he called while fighting wolves on his side,. "Juli!? Who else is here?! I have Deathguards on the way from Dragovar's Garrison, and a few reinforcements from mine!" A wolf launched itself at him, only for it's fangs to meet the shaft of grimal's scythe, bite marks in the wood but the wolf burst into flame having been immolated, releasing the weapon before it was lifted and cut a deep furrow long the beasts back.

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The Heartbreakers was what they had been called, somewhat in jest by soldiers of the Raven's Gate.

Vera Voidheart and Shade Plagueheart were put in charge of a small outpost in Frostfire ridge for the benefit of the Blackguard. The two of them were Warlocks of a different stripe....Vera a Blood Elf dressed in the diseased robes of a Royal Apothecary, and Shade a Forsaken who adorned herself with the skulls of her enemies and kept her face hidden behind a mask. They had both been ordered as part of two elite squads to observe Sanctuary and the Grim for any possible hostilities from afar, both groups handpicked by Darrethy from a roster of Defiler veterans.

Shade glanced over at her 'sister' in arms tending to a small campfire "Do you sense that? something...otherworldly....has entered Frostfire Ridge." Vera frowned under her raven mask and moved to the cliff edge they had camped out along for a birds eye view. Taking out a small goblin enhanced scope, she looked in the distance to see the shadow Worgs attacking the Sanctuary gates "That must be Accalia's pups come to damage the Grims counterparts." Shade was already rousing troops and the drawing of swords could be heard, wasting little time "Whatever they are, they pose a danger to every town in Frostfire, they need to be terminated immediately."

Vera sighed deeply and nodded, reaching for her spellbook "Let's go...."

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Dark Rangers had a particular look to their eyes, one would know. Almost uniquely among the undead they possessed a deep red instead of the frozen blue or unholy yellow most often associated with the Forsaken. Sylvanas Windrunners stare was enough to evoke hesitation in the Warchief of the Horde, the blood red gaze seemingly burning away the soul of the living.

When the wolves turned their amber eyes to look, it was that crimson gaze they would be met with.

They slammed to the ground in spurts of blood and bursts of entrails as the arrows tore open their insides, wracking poisons only adding to the symphony of agony. Within moments it would be followed by the sound of shields clanging together to form an interlocking wall of advancing metal, Deathguards unbothered by the supernatural howls marching forwards even as the hounds charged at them, the rangers providing a hail of arrows from just behind, gigantic spiders rushing from their mistresses side to dig into the throats of their animalistic adversaries. Vera and Shade were at the center of this tornado of arrows and steel, a 'small' force to some but certainly a potent one that was hacking it's way into the Sanctuary garrison in sprays of blood and viscera.

Whenever one of them was injured and forced to pull back, one of five backup shield men(or maidens as was the case.) would move to replace them as they were tended to, the demonic pacts and incantations of the two Warlocks only bolstering the resilience of undeath to insane levels of durability as they pushed their way to the city center, within short order Julie would be hearing the cries of Lordaeron's victory and the power of the Forsaken in her ears.

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Sabachthan    0

You don't have to know everything. You just know what you are supposed to know.

Real Life Guardians of Sanctuary are supposed to know to guard Sanctuary's Garrison. Everybody knows that! Guardians don't notice it's cold out. They don't hide under the pelts and go back to sleep. No, they guard Sanctuary! Peace, Justice, Mercy, and Sacrifice! That means you jump out of bed when the creepy wolves start howling and growling and everybody starts yelling and fighting.

You help defend. Because you know that. That's justice! You know wolves, because you are a member of the Horde. Wolves and the Horde go way back. You can ride one, like Thrall! You can be one with the spirit of the wolf, which makes you fast. Wolves are fast. That's why you ride them. Like Thrall! That's why you have to run after Guild Mistress Julilee when she's shouting and yelling for everybody, because Guild Mistress Julilee has to be faster than the wolves. You know they're not good wolves because you know wolves. These are bad guys. That's all you have to know.

You don't have to know everything. You just know friends, and friends help. They know how to help when the wolves bite or scratch and blood spurts and skin and muscles look like a noodle cup you dropped in the dirt. You know how to send them to the hurt people so they won't be hurt anymore. You know the earth can shield Guild Mistress Julilee. That means it will guard her, just like a Guardian of Sanctuary should! Everybody is friends with Sanctuary, because Sanctuary is Peace. Please, Earth Spirit, go protect Guild Mistress Julilee!

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Naheal    11

Naheal bolted out of the barracks in plate, his runeblade in hand. As the wolves came in, he summoned up a, calling to the soulls in the area, and putting them into the corpses of the dead. An army. That's what he needed now. As the rose, Naheal mentally directed them, jerking his head toward the incoming onslaught. But they didn't charge on their own. He charged in beside them, freezing several works solid before bringing his blade into and shattering them as a smirk spread across his face.

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Julilee    35

Fighting back-to-back with Tesonii was surprisingly easy. Juli thought of Kargron with the part of her mind not occupied with the swing of sword and shield, the turns and blocks. She never stopped to consider how she looked in combat, but it was a graceful fierceness with which she moved, every moment deliberate and fully committed, but flowing into the next as though choreographed. Tesonii's savagery counterbalanced it perfectly, much like Kargron's unrelenting single-mindedness had.

When the little shaman appeared, Juli did not argue, did not tell him to seek cover. Brooser had sworn the oaths like all of them. She gave him a single nod and ensured he was behind her shield.

The three of them were able to hold the wolves off from the inn, inside which a number of civilians cowered. The creatures weren’t just wolves, Juli knew now; some were creatures of shadow, intermingled with the wild frostwolves who had the feral amber light inhabiting their eyes. But one and all didn't seem to have a specific purpose... or so she thought until she realized the greater part of them was coming toward the inn.

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Scythemia    10

Tesonii pivoted and weaved, her face stretched wide in a smile, her eyes tracking each spray of black blood. Commander Julilee's resounding blows and orders echoed down the narrow hill to the various workshops in the valley. The rune knight wanted to size up the small elf, gather some sort of judgment of her character based on the way she fought, rather than merely from how others spoke of her. The Grim seemed to hate the woman. In Tesonii's eyes, this was more telling than Kex'ti's judgment. Or maybe she just wanted to feel jealous. So many other people who shared her condition seemed to get hung up on misery and pain. Many who didn't fixated on it as well. But Tesonii had long ago decided she wouldn't be one of them. Or the only one who wasn't, if she had to.

This was possibly the greatest extent of introspection to which the blue-haired woman was capable, and the thoughts fell from her as easily as the ice from her swords. Each cut of her swords wrote notes of pain into the worgs. Each spray of blood was one word in her ongoing diatribe nobody but her could hear. Julilee continued her defense at her back. All over the garrison, others in purple tabards entered the fray.

Tesonii shivered, and gripped her blades, eager for the next wave.

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Cobrak    23

-Taozhu-

The alarms in his ears shook any last vestiges of sleep from Taozhu as he sprang awake...only to plummet to the wooden floor below. The inn that served the many of guests of Sanctuary had been opened to him the night before, and it was here he had fallen into slumber upon a most comfortable chair....Only now he had fallen onto the rather uncomfortable floor.

Rubbing his now-sore chin as he wrestled it from the floorboards, he grabbed his staff and muttered a short incantation. The orb which floated in its center surged around him now, zipping here and there as it fed him images of his surroundings. The Arcane Eye was a noteworthy tool for the blind mage to use in such predicaments as it allowed a sight normally barred to him. A sudden worg appeared from the larder below most likely having snuck in from the servant's entrance to circumvent the wall of guards that formed around its main entrance. It lunged for a nearby hapless troll girl, only to freeze in a pillar of frost and then shattered into a thousand shards as the pandaren brought his heavy staff down upon it.

"Warn the guards they are coming in from below!" Taozhu awaited the serving girl's frightened nod before dashing down the stairs, another worg finding its end to several lances of ice. There, a set of large delivery doors throw open to world, an unlucky tauren clad in an apron lay within its frame, several flowing rivulets of blood flowing down where he lay. Another shadowy figure appeared within the doorway, only to be vaulted into the sky from a living bomb of eldritch energy. Taozhu bound the steps with grace unbecoming one of his portly figure and stood within the snow, the cold a familiar and welcome feeling. A wave of his hand slammed the twin bay doors shut, sealing off his escape as well as securing any further intrusions to the staff and civilians who cowered within.

One of the creatures finished off a nearby soldier and moved to devour him next. It would only eat a explosive surge of arcane energy however, as the blast threw it across the field and slamming it into the snow. Before it could rise again, a barrage of arcane spears tore it to pieces.

"Why are they here...and why so many?!" He mentally shouted, unleashing another devastating torrent of missiles that proved lifesaving for an unwary orc.

"Hello...blind-bear..." The broken speech made Taozhu freeze in place. The tone was cold, dark, and all too-bloodthirsty...but the voice and the way it spoke....It couldn't be...Taozhu turned his head to read the aura of the speaker as his Arcane Eye did the same for his physical features.

A giant of a tauren thick with blackened saronite armor covering his frame...an equally gigantic runeblade awash in unholy energy...a mangled and tussled midnight black mane...and the mark of the Deadshots upon his right pauldron. The aura, however, was...off. That's all he could describe it as, as though he looked at through a broken lens.

"B-Bram-?!" His frightened question was cut off when a sudden coil of death magic smashed against his arcane shield, shattering it as though glass and sending him skidding through the snow. The death knight howled in bloodlust as it empowered its blade, charging him like an angry bull. The blade found no lodging as it plowed through naught but snow, the sudden blink whisking the pandaren several yards away. Another muttered incantation froze his treacherous friend in place, the ice creeping up to his thigh.

"Brammorn! Wha...how...WHY?!" He didn't even know where to start, and didn't get another chance when the undead bull shattered his restraints with a howl of broken laughter. He needed to buy time right now...he couldn't even beat a normal Brammorn at his best, and he was still somewhat sleep-deprived and this Brammorn was far faster than usual. A rune appeared under his hooves, but was crushed easier than the ice with an necrotic burst; a flurry of arcane containment spells bounced off a emerald green shield of unholy protection; the water elemental he now summoned sloshed into a useless puddle after being run through with the mystic blade...Nothing worked.

Taozhu flashed away in another blink, only to be brought sailing back into the death knight's awaiting figure. A monstrous gloved hand wrapped around his throat as he wriggled in the chokehold gasping for air.

"You....know....too muuuuuuuch..." The tauren spoke, the once-soft blue glow of his eyes replaced by a harsh pair of hellish crimson orbs.

Another spell tried to bubble out from the pandaren, intent on release, but the explosion was stifled as he was slammed into the thickened timbers of the inn's walls with a toss like that of a child's ball. It splintered and cracked, and he could feel the bones within his arm turn to dust as slumped into the snow.

He struggled to catch his breath and rise...only succeeding upon the former...

*crunch*....*crunch*...*crunch*...

The snow revealed his attacker's intent as it balefully toyed with its hapless prey, slowly bunching down the snow with each hoof-fall...and one last time Taozhu looked to his friend and comrade...and saw what he truly was.

Konro....that same dark presence he sensed within that ruffian...was now within Brammorn...whereas it was a shadow within Konro, the opposite could be said now. Brammorn was naught but the undertow of the wolf spirit as it flooded his veins.

"Enjoy..your...end..." The barking chuckle spoken with his friend's stolen voice boiled his blood more than anything predating this moment. Any spell would do, any act of defiance to spit upon his inevitable victory and his trespass upon the death knight's essence.

A swirling vortex of energy struck him square in the chest, smoke arising from the blast-zone. Taozhu let his good arm fall lazily back into the drift...he knew that wasn't near enough to kill him...and he was proven right not a second later as another taunting laugh rumble through Brammorn's helm.

"Weeeeeak...." He could hear each crunch of every hoof-fall come closer each akin to death knell, the runeblade be dragged through the snow, to be hefted into the air as it flung the frost every which where. "Diiiiiiiiiiie."

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Julilee    35

Juli's charge slammed into the death knight with power beyond what her slight frame should have commanded. The death knight rocked back and she stepped away, bringing her shield up between him and Taozhu.

"Not today," she said.

Brooser wove a shield of earth around her, but his attention was split with Tesonii still holding the front entrance. The wolves and shadow worgs pressed forward, held at bay by Sanctuary's allies – Grimal, Darrethy's minions, Naheal. Juli saw them, but her attention was focused on the lumbering monstrosity before her.

She threw herself forward with what could have easily been mistaken for reckless abandon, but which was anything but. She was fast. However, not as fast as the death knight unexpectedly was. He turned, dodging, and bringing his runeblade down with tremendous force. She moved to take the blow on her pauldron instead of her neck, but its strength still sent her staggering. The earth shield protected her from the bone-crushing force for the moment, and she slammed her shield up under the undead tauren's chin, then swung to hamstring him with her blade.

"Puny...elf...." it said, undeterred, and swung again. She brought her shield up to take the blow; it drove her to a knee.

By then, Taozhu was ready.

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Cobrak    23

-Taozhu-

The Sanctuary commander was fierce and would in all likelihood best Brammorn at his prime...unfortunately for her, this was not the same Brammorn as before. The eldritch strength he called upon rained blow after blow upon Julilee's shield, and Taozhu could hear the metal crack and begin to give.

His good arm threw him upright to lean against the inn, and he began his incantation.

The elfess struck at the tauren's leg with her sword, an annoying scratch, but a distraction all the same as the blows ceased for but a moment. Taking the momentum from this minor victory, she threw herself upward, slamming what remained of her shield into his chin. Her sword became a flurry then when he reeled from the jaw-breaking blow, trying its best to nick and slash where his armor couldn't protect.

A feral backhand made the commander now be on the defensive, as the death knight struck his runic weapon into the ground. A monstrous howl of fury signaled the very ground to become tainted and twisted with mystic symbols of undeath and plague intertwined with a maelstrom of flying worg spirits swirling around him.

"RIIIIIIIISE....!" He bellowed, the spirits baying with dark intent as they whirled around, soon making slithering to and fro into the fallen defenders and civilians that littered the ground. Sadistic shouts escaped them as they perverted their prey, bodies who had jugulars ripped out and shredded beyond healing rose from their final blows...the same hellish glow radiated from their eyes as their master focusing upon all who were not of their kin.

"RIP...THEM.....APPPAAAAART!" He roared again, taking his weapon in hand and charging Julilee once again. The corpses flew here and there with bloodthirsty zeal, either armed or wielding nothing but fist and claw, blitzing their enemies. Guards and officers broke steel against them, and Taozhu saw several Sanctuary members come to his defense as he put the final touches on his spells.

The corpses who were spared the fate of a mannequin had other energies drawn to them, unholy limbs tearing out their bones and marrow to circle around the death knight. A horizontal swipe that could fell several trees whisked over the elf warrior's head. Feeling the wind sweep her hair as she ducked from the strike, a counterattack was made, alas her sword found no leverage amidst the protective layer of saronite and bone. A howl of fury escaped as he kicked, catching her full in the chest with his mammoth hoof.

Flat on her back, Brammorn advanced...until a new glow permeated the ground, this one a pleasant blue. It spanned the width of the death knight, and in but an instant, the shields of bone and spell dissipated from his person.

Another rune appeared beneath Julilee, a similar color, but this one had the visage of an olden clock beneath it, whose hands suddenly began spinning faster and faster still. Julilee saw everything that was once chaotic and quick become slowed and sluggish, even her adversary seemed overwhelmingly so.

Taozhu silently thanked Naheal for that Chronomancy tome he had given him as he saw Julilee take the fight back to Brammorn at blistering speed double that of before. His energy spent, he could only feel the blanket of unconscious fold over him.

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Julilee    35

The tide, once promising, turned against the defenders when their old comrades arose still cooling and bloody from their deaths, animated by an unholy melding of shadow and lichery, to turn on their once-friends. Cries of horror pierced the air, some grunts losing their resolve and fleeing. But some grimly fought on.

They wouldn't be able to hold so many separate points; they had to consolidate. Juli leapt back as Brammorn swung, timing it to let him just miss her. She wanted to be prey so close at hand that he would become too focused on her to see anything else. When he swung next, she threw up her battered shield to deflect rather than directly block the blow, letting him push her further away from the inn, and draw him with her.

"Tesonii... Brooser.. get the civilians to the barracks!" she called, her gaze not moving from the death knight. She jumped back when he swung again, then waved her blade tauntingly. "C'mon, you fight like a puppy!" she said to him. She added, "A big, really ugly puppy!" ...Taunts were not her forte, but hopefully this one wasn't possessed of enough sense to know to laugh.

The nearby defenders moved to protect the civilians as they fled from the inn. Juli kept Brammorn occupied, his back to the inn, but the further out she got, the more enemies pressed in. She flinched when a wolf leapt for her, but a spell struck that knocked it down before it hit. She didn't see who cast it. She was forced to deal with a bloody, savaged grunt with glaring amber eyes who lurched at her, but managed to grab him and use his body as a shield to absorb Brammorn's next blow. Then she shoved the worg-orc-zombie at the death knight and darted under his guard, thankful for her small stature, over to where Taozhu had slumped. Despite their relative sizes, she pulled him over her shoulders easily, but with his bulk the added speed would no longer benefit her. She was only an armslength ahead of the death knight's range when she made for the barracks behind the rest.

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Naheal    11

She won't make it.

Just as Brammorn was about to cross into the Barracks himself, Naheal summoned up an amount of dark magic and ripped him into close range then immediately bound his hooves in ice chains. "Face me, you worthless, mindless THRALL!" Thrall. One of the worst insults anyone can give to a death knight or any form of free-willed undead. If that didn't get his attention, little would. He posed himself in-between the Barracks and the bruiser, then thickened the ice around his exposed skin and armor to that of a glacier. A strong enough blow would still get through, but it was just at his old protections worked. However, it slowed him down. While he could take a few of Brammorn's attacks, he couldn't face the Death Knight alone. All he needed, though, was to buy them time.

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Something about the necromancy seemed to raise the ire of the Defilers who snarled as the other undead "Mindless beasts!" one of them shouted as his blade swung at the zombies head, cleaving it efficiently and effortlessly before whirling around to shear apart another one of them "Just like Northrend...." their resolve steeled, they pushed hard against their foe, but between them and the wolves they were all forced into a tight, slow moving formation that wouldn't be able to help the others in time.

"Anyone still left out here, rally to us!" Shade Plagueheart cried just as the shields parted to make space for any stragglers "We'll protect you!"

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Cobrak    23

-Brammorn0

A quick swipe was all it took to sever the chains that impeded him, but never did those fiery eyes abandon their fixation upon the latest threat. "YOU...!" The worg spirit could care less about Naheal's taunt, what drove it to suddenly beeline for the elf was its sheer hatred for the tiny creature. The denmother shrieked in his mind to kill, to rip, to smash and crush until naught but what was left of him was a greasy puddle.

A wild one-handed swing was easily parried by Naheal's own runic broadsword, but that wasn't the intent. The empty hand snatched his shoulder and hefted Naheal, plate armor and all, like it was nothing and brought his helmeted forehead to collide with his opponent's. Blood-like ichor dripped from Naheal's head until it was engulfed whole by Brammorn's hand, picking him up yet again and slamming him to the rocky ground. If it wasn't for the iced shell that was now splintered and fractured, Naheal's head would be the same.

Howling mad, the worg commanded his thrall to disembowel him with his greatsword, only the order was delayed as he became the target of several attacks. A flash of lightning surged through his body, several arrows finding roost within his flesh along with a few throwing axes; the worst of it however came from the onslaught of Light spells that burned him to his very soul and made the denmother cry in pain.

Brammorn had become surrounded, very few of the corpses he had summoned remained. He whirled around to grab an oncoming grunt by the head and throwing him into a flanking group on his right, the orc's neck snapping like a chicken's in the process. Desperately he fought to keep his ground, but they became overwhelming...and soon even his prize was spirited away from him, the window for revenge closed.

A troll found his end by having his skull crushed by Brammorn's hoof, but more and more closed in...and then she spoke. "THE HUNT IS OVER. YOU FAILED TO END THE BLIND SEER....RETURN TO THE DEN AT ONCE."

There was no room for disobedience. The command was given, and he would obey to the fullest of his ability. A fist became awash in red energy, shooting towards one of the few remaining ghouls under his command, siphoning its energy back to its master while it returned to a lifeless corpse. A temporary renewal as a new wave of attackers encroached upon the imaginary line he had made. This line soon became apparent as he howled yet again, worgs from across the battlements rushing to his aid with nary a care for their own safety or incomplete fight to form a defensive barrier for their master.

Naheal had arisen once again, and his cold blue eyes met Brammorn's own hellish red..."No....second....chaaaaaaance." He rumbled as he made to flee, the worgs sacrificing themselves by the scores to cover his escape. Power swirled to his form, wrought from the various bodies and dying that littered the field, to be molded and shaped by the death knight...A gateway came to be from nothingness, borne of the same unholy powers he wielded.

One last glare towards the elf who had cause his beloved denmother so much discontent, and then...Brammorn vanished into the portal's depths, seconds before the latter evaporated to nothingness.

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Grimal    10

Grimal had fought the Worgs as best as he could, the overwhelming amount of enemies slowing down at last. A heavy sigh escaped him, his Abyssal had been making its way toward the fight with Brammorn but it had also been felling every wolf that got in front of it on the way. Brammorn was stepping into a portal by the time it arrived, unleashing a blast of fel flame at the portal as it faded, impossible to tell if any had chased the death knight into nothingness.

Across the field Grimal growled in frustration, the pile of charred and smoldering corpses around him, with him at the center was a sight. His annoyance manifesting in him burying the blade of his scythe into one of the wolf corpses. The Abyssal's flames would be snuffed out, the stones collapsing under their own weight, appearing to reinvigorate Grimal, fel fire dancing around him and striking at anything deemed a threat, like a barrier of serpents.

The tide of wolves was slowing it seemed, behind him outside the front gate sounded a battle horn, two demolisher's piloted by goblins and a few deathguards from Dragovar's garrison finally arrived. If nothing else they would end any wolves that tried to retreat out the front gate. If any made it past the warlock.

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Julilee    35

Juli dumped Taozhu on the floor of the barracks and turned to find Naheal facing off against Brammorn. Death knight versus death knight; but Naheal was only recently returned to these powers, and Brammorn was imbued with so much more. "Naheal!" she cried as Brammorn beat him mercilessly. But Naheal could, and would, take worse punishment. Healers were nearby, including Kex'ti; she was glad to see him, but had no time to spare to exchange words.

She fended off a straggling pack of possessed wolves from the door, protecting the civilians cowering within. The defenders were rallying, the attackers on retreat, now. "FOR JUSTICE!" she shouted as she cut down one of the last shadow worgs. The shadow splintered under the sheer force of her strike, leaving her without an opponent to take its place. She looked up in time to see Brammorn disappear into the gateway, and with that, the battle subsided.

The shadows melted away; the remaining ghouls slowed to a stop, blank-eyed, and were quickly dispatched. The possessed wolves lost the amber glow to their eyes, and turned tail, fleeing in confusion and no longer a threat. The wolves' numbers had been decimated, but puppy season would be soon, and hopefully the animals could restore their stock. Juli wiped her brow with the back of one gauntleted hand and lowered her blade. Her shield was bent, nearly broken. It would need repaired.

So began the work of caring for and tallying up the casualties. All in all, the losses were not as bad as they could have been. Most of the casualties were members of the regular Horde, grunts stationed here in support of the Draenor mission. There were a few civilian deaths, but many had found shelter in the buildings Juli had ordered protected in time.

But the numbers would have been much greater if Sanctuary's allies hadn't responded so quickly. Juli would go to speak to each of them personally, and thank them.

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Vera Voidheart visibly relaxed as the creatures dispersed around them.

Some of the Defilers practically dropped their shields to the ground in exhaustion, others among them went to the wounded and did the best they could: Battlefield medicine and stitching back limbs to the best of their ability. The Dark Rangers vanished in multiple directions, deciding to do some scouting while they could, after all one can never be too careful with any foe.

Shade Plagueheart looked around warily, seeming more then a bit tired from the frenzied spellcasting she had whipped herself into during the battle. Setting her spellbook to her side she figured that she should probably look for the Garrison commander, and gestured for Vera to follow her as she made her way towards the inn.

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Naheal    11

Naheal didn't wait for Juli to come and speak with him. He had healed enough to move and the fight with Brammorn had told him something that he knew in the back of his mind. He wasn't ready. He needed to be able to face him down. Taozhu would be fine - Sanctuary would see to that. I need to learn to fight him.

You fought well, Master.

Not well enough.

You can't win.

YOU be silent.

Naheal found a place out of the way, opened up a death gate, and walked through it to Acherus. He had work to do.

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