#seizo

Harugasaki Seizo, Ikkaku's old friend from episode 313.

I just want to see them get along well.

The sky of the Twisting Nether was dark and malicious the realms magics creating thousands of storms upon the ever-extending horizon. Upon the rise of Black Temple stood The Reaver peering out to the great beyond; behind him stood his Illidari standing at attention their bodies tense and runic symbols glowing against the darkness. Out from the shadows stepped a few Ashtongue, lead by Akama; the elder draenei only nodded solemnly before walking back down the rise as he had already shared his piece about joining into another war.

“Brothers and sisters...broken and redeemed.”  The Deviant turned on his heel to face the collection of fighters before him, that familiar jingle of deathly bells could be heard with his motion. His emerald runes burned against his pale-lavender skin with such intensity small flames could be seen rising from the markings the same color as those flaming slitted hues. 

“We have risked our very souls and sanity to protect our kin. Taking the risk that others wouldn’t even fathom, being called heretics...mad...a menace to our society.” His voice was deep and held the hatred he had for those who had forsaken those before him, to his people it resonated off their ears like beating war drums. His passion fueling their spirits as their eyes were locked on his focused burning aura. “We did what was needed to protect our people from corruption and enslavement. Illidan is gone.” A moment of silence passed in respect to their previous Shan’do though their new one spoke on. “He sacrificed -everything- for Azeroth and our kin, never once halting his hunt.” 

The Deviant turned around conjuring black and seaweed colored flames about his hand, slicing downwards through the air leaving a small trail of flames before it would begin to burn a hole in their reality. Splitting open to reveal the lands of Darkshore; the view coming from down the mountains of felwood. The rift would bring forth the smells and sounds of war, making those gathered eager to act. “Regardless of how we have been treated, our home and kin are in dire need of our help, the Horde is stuck in a stalemate against our brothers and sisters. Malfurion has sent word for a call to arms, putting aside his disdain for our choices...We will not stand-by and let the Horde slaughter our kin without feeling our fury! And we -will- not let this world fall into ruin over another war.” Seizo would run his hands over his shoulders, two circular sigils would expunge an emerald wisp that’d form into his hands the glaives of a true hunter; fashioned from the fangs and bone of his successful hunts, skulls of man’ari over the center grips. The kaldorei brandished his glaives as his maw-like mask would form upon his face hiding his features behind an inquisitors mouth gaping with fel burning within, blindfolded to hide away the mystic’s eyes.

“We do not fight for the Alliance but we will fight for our people!” The illidari let out a war-cry as they’d brandish their own respective blades and glaives, the ashtongue rising their weapons in response to the words of the reaver. Stepping forward from behind them came a large draenei woman; donning pale glowing plate armors with her lightforged marking glowing faintly. She’d tote a massive Warhammer on her shoulder then nod respectively at her master.

“To war!” Exclaimed the juggernaut Luminarai raising her hammer high and locking her helm in place. The others would echo her war-cry and start charging forward through the rift with weapons raised and blood boiling. The illidari falling away into the shadows or spreading their wings to descend upon Horde force, while the draenei went north to set up a foothold of their own within the mountains.