Xarriel Valmere

“Knock his ass out! Finish him!” the crowd cheered. It was a typical night in the underground fight scene. Alcohol was flowing, courtesans had their marks under their spell and gold and debt was changing hands with every blow.

In the makeshift pit, Railick squared off with the reigning Tanaris champion - a large orc who rumor had it, had pummeled more then one opponent to death. Most of the time those stories were just bluster to bring in wagers on a sure thing but after almost 4 rounds Railick was beginning to wonder if they were true.

CRACK! The orc connected with a solid right to Railick’s ribs, knocking the air from his lungs. The crowed went wild watching Railick back pedal, their champion closing in on the outsider for the kill. In full flight mode, Railick dodged and blocked the worst of the blows, closing in and tying up the frustrated orc as the round ended.

DING! The orc uncerimonusly dumped Railick face first on the ground before heading into his corner. “Wont escape next round elf.”

Railick groggily got to his feet, and stumbled to his corner. Svvindle sat him down, waving smelling salt under Railicks nose to bring him back to his senses. “You know, you don’t have to take EVERY punch.”

“You said make it look - gOOO - FUCK” Railick groaned. Svvindle pressed on the broken ribs one more time, ignoring Railick’s discomfort. “Yep. Broken. Well, good news is Squander has you winning in the 5th and the action isn’t going to get any better. You can quit fucking around now and get us paid.”

The glare from Railick brought a smug grin to Svvindle’s face and more then once Railick thought about wiping that exact look off the goblin’s face. “That’s the spirit.”

The ref shouted out the 30 second warning and the corners began clearing out. It had been a few months of Svvindle, Squander and Railick jumping from brawl club to brawl club to make coin. Gradually as clubs caught wise, it forced the trio more underground into shadier clubs to keep making a living and Railick briefly wondered how the hell he got here.

“Ema.” he muttered under his breath, the name having a calming effect and allowing him to push aside the pain and focus on the orc across from him.

DING! The round started, the crowd roared as the orc came rushing forward looking to finally put away his challenger. The champion lead with a haymaker, looking to knock Railick out cold but found nothing but air, he followed it with a left uppercut but again found nothing.

Railick dodged the first two blows working around to the side of the orc, landing two quick strikes to the kidney. As the champion swung back round, Railick used the orcs momentum to buckle his knee, the orc screamed in pain as he felt his knee pop. There was no time to recover, the orc exposed and prone left his head vulnerable and Railick took full advantage landing a knee to the temple sending the orc crashing to the ground out cold.

The crowd was silent and stunned. Railick calmly began unwrapping his hands, making for the exit leaving the rest up to Svvindle and Squander. “Uhh…unbelievable! The champion has been defeated for the first time in 3 years! You saw it here folks.” the announcer did his best to keep the crowd from revolting and their minds from the gold they lost.

Railick had lost count how many times they had run this scam. They would find a fight club, challenge their champion and Railick would play the outmatched challenger until Svvindle and Squander gave him the signal to finish the fight. Normally he would have no interest in business with the duo but he needed their help and this was the cost.

The war against the Legion left both him and his beloved Emalise completing missions for Sub Rosa all over Azeroth and as of a few monhs ago - he could no longer contact Emalise. He had tried searching out Xarriel but it appeared she had gone underground as well leaving him to try and track Emalise blindly.

The goblins had offered their help in exchange for his services. He provided shake downs, intimidation, whatever they needed while they used their contacts to try and locate Emalise but to date, none of the leads had panned out and he was beginning to wonder if they were actually holding up their end of the bargin.

Right on que the brains of the operation, Squander, entered the room. “Not a bad haul tonight. You should have dragged it out a bit longer. The bookie won’t have you back…thats for sure. We need to find a new spot.”

Railick gritted his teeth, "Maybe you should get in the ring then.“

The goblin raised his gaze from the purse of gold in his hand to Railick, "Well with that attitude I don't even know if I should give you your cut.”

In a instant, Railick had the mage by the collar “I am not in this for your coin in case you have forgotten. You told me you could find Emalise or at the very least Xarriel -  I am getting tired of making you rich while I get no answers.”

“Easy…I was just getting to that.” Squander responded, the elf was growing more and more irritable with every passing week. Railick released the goblin and let him continue. “I have word of some…interesting developments in Silithus. There is a new compound bleeding from the wound Sargeras left…extremely powerful and volatile.”

Really? Silithus? The place was a graveyard. No one went there. The goblin was leading him on. Railick got up and began packing his things. “Fuck it. I am done with you. I will find her myself.”

Squander pulled a shiny ore from his pocket holding it out to the elf. “Its true! Look! Azurite they call it. And it is going to shape this world’s future. Already the Alliance and Horde are at each other’s throats to control it and who do you think will be right in the middle of that arms battle profiting from both sides? I have already heard rumors of the Lady pulling strings from the shadows.”

If what the goblin said was true, that would make sense. Tensions since Varian fell were at an all time high and it would not take much to push the world into a war that no one would escape and tradtionally…Sub Rosa thrived during these times. “She is back then? You have confrimed it?”

Squander shrugged, “As much as I could so early on. Rumor is a mysterious benefactor is stockpiling the resource, siphoning it off in secret to develop weapons the likes Azeroth has never seen. Oh…and a rose has been her calling card. Sound like anyone you know?”

“Find her. Or someone who has seen her. I need to speak to them.” Railick ordrered.

Squander smiled what he hoped was reassuringly, “Of course! Already on it. You can trust me - you will be the first to know.”

The thud of boots echoed down the empty hall - the place nearly deserted save for a few who had not either fled or joined the war on the Legion.

Rallick was no coward - he had served during the initial assaults but always had trouble following orders he did not agree with. His history was littered with fist fights, broken bones…even bodies of those who did not appreciate Rallick voicing his opinion.

Argus was no different. Flying some draenai ship to the homeworld of the Legion? It had come down to this? Pure lunacy. He knew the Alliance would just as soon stab all of them in the back and they were to trust they would not be abandoned on some fel forsaken world to die?

If Rallick led the Alliance…it would be his plan. Garrosh…Varian…how many atrocities could the Alliance lay at the Horde’s feet? How many more would come? The easy solution - maroon them on Argus. Problem solved.

Of course Rallick’s commander disagreed. Subconsciously Rallick rubbed his bruised jaw. The man hit like a tauren. At least until Rallick had broken the man’s arm.

The only thing that kept him out of chains or worse was his ties to Sub Rosa and his fathers reputation. Rallick smirked…if only they knew what his father became in the end. He doubted Xarriel would care much to intervene but still…at least his head was intact.

Rallick opened the door, placing his gear to the right, scanning the apartment he shared. As always it was immaculate, the decor the finest he could afford - the only thing worth more then the furniture were the rare books and tomes - a kings ransom’s worth but worth every copper.

They were not for him of course, he was no scholar. No, they were gifts for Ema. He dug into his pack pulling out his latest acquisition, placing it on her desk.

“What’s that?” Her voice was a melody to his ears.

Rallick shrugged his shoulders, “A history of fel corruption and magic…or something of that nature. I thought you might enjoy it.” He turned laying his eyes on her for the first time in months. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly in the soft light of dusk. She wore a simple, elegant silk bath robe, he could smell the perfumes and soaps she used - a hot cup of tea in her hand.

Walking over to the desk she curiously flipped through the first few pages, offering him a kiss as she did. “Interesting…now, what are you doing home? I was not expecting you.”

“The Brass decided to give me some time off.” Rallick responded not elaborating fully.

Ema turned towards him, studying his face and frowning - it was obvious he was not being forth coming but she knew how to fix that.

“Hmm…” she replied moving over to the sofa, slowly crossing her legs, watching Rallick’s eyes predictably follow. “Come.”

Rallick acquiesced, moving to sit beside her before she corrected him, “Ah ah ah, no.” She pointed to the floor at her feet. “I get the feeling there is more to this story.”

Kneeling in front of her, Rallick placed one of her feet in his rough hands, rubbing it, Ema letting out a soft sigh of indulgence. Rallick was one of the most hard nosed, stubborn men alive yet with her? She was in complete control.

“Now what really happened?” Ema asked, sipping her tea, watching him intently, his battle hardened hands moving up to her calves.

Rallick sighed, “I disagreed with the invasion plan for Argus - they sent me home.”

Ema frowned disapprovingly, “And the jaw?” He was still not being fully forthcoming - her tone changed leaving no doubt she wanted the full story.

Relenting, Rallick gave her the blow by blow recount of his fist fight and subsequent dismissal. As he expected she was not overly impressed.

“You are lucky you are not in a brig somewhere or worse. Always thinking with your fists.” She scolded him. Truthfully she loved that about him. The man did not let anyone walk over him or submit to anyone…present company excluded.

She leaned down grabbing his chin, meeting his eyes. “Just because your Commander let you off easy, doesnt mean I will. I would have had you whipped and flogged…”

Ema grinned recognizing that flicker in Rallick’s eyes at the mention. His pulse quickening, his heart beating slightly faster - it had been too long. It was time to welcome him home properly. Ema rose to her feet, letting the robe fall off her shoulders, slowly to the floor. Nude she motioned for him to follow, “In fact…I think I still will.”

Railick watched her hips sway as she walked towards their room…he hid his own smile. It was good to be home.

It was late that evening and Sarinna had stepped out of the main home once the grunting and pounding had begun. Instead, she remained outside, smoking a cigarette and simply looking around at the Ratz who found a corner to sleep in. She exhaled a plume of smoke and turned to look at the building the Inner Circle resided. She dropped the cigarette and put it out before rising and walking toward the building. She walked in, looking to see if she saw anyone, particularly Evan, whom she really wanted to avoid.

“He’s not here,” a voice called out from around the corner. Sarinna continued and saw Teriaan reclining on a chair with his feet up on a table. The small light beside him illuminated part of his body.

Sarinna sighed in relief. “Good. I didn’t want to see him. What are you doing here by yourself?”

“Thinking. What are you doing out here?” Teriaan asked, turning to look up at her.

“He’s playing with his Doll.” That was all she said and Teriaan nodded. “I was…bored.”

“So you came here, hoping not to see Evan.”

Sarinna turned to look at Teriaan and shook her head. “Just…shut up.” Teriaan chuckled and held his arms out to her. She quickly straddled his lap and rest her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. “It had been a while since you’ve held me.”

“Well, I’m married…and you were with Evan.”

“Where is she, Teriaan? Where’s your wife?”

“I don’t know, Sar. I don’t know. I can’t just get up and get going.” He inhaled her scent and petted her hair. “What happened between you and Evan? Was it about the baby?” Sarinna nodded. “Did you really lose it? You seem very…distant since you left to have it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, “I did lose my baby.” Lost him to another woman. She took a deep breath and sighed. Lifting her head, she looked at Teriaan’s half lit face. Her fingers carefully caressed his face. “What about you? Wasn’t Kelsian pregnant when you two left?” Teriaan closed his eyes and sighed. “What happened?”

“I got the signal to return, and Kelsian couldn’t leave. I don’t know if my wife is alive, dead, and if my child is even mine now.” Teriaan chuckled softly. “I guess he was right, huh?” He looked up at her Sarinna, his fingers tracing the edge of her leather pants along the waist.

“What do you mean?”

“We don’t deserve happiness. We don’t deserve a family. We don’t deserve shit.”

Sarinna stared at him for a moment. “We do. We deserve it.”

“When, Sar?”

The night elf sighed and leaned her forehead against his. “I don’t know, Ter. I don’t know.” Sarinna pressed her chest against his and her lips met his lips. During their kiss, Sarinna reached to undo her leather vest, releasing her breasts. Teriaan wasted no time in seeking them. He brought his legs down from the table and held Sarinna as he rose from the chair. Tangled in a kiss, he carried her into his room, locking the door behind him.

It wasn’t long before Evan returned, hearing that Teriaan was busy with someone in his room. He sighed, turning back to the main house, longing for Sarinna. He walked into his room, slamming the door. Sitting on the staircase to the second floor, the Flea waited until all he could hear were Sarinna and Teriaan grunting.

He rose and fixed his tie. Walking back to his study upstairs, he blew a kiss to the floating soulstone on his desk. “I’ll be back in the morning, Maddie,” he whispered. Sarinna was right: they did deserve happiness. The Flea believed it. He made sure his wards were cast and he portaled out

And the Kingdom was quiet for the evening.

The Rat King:1. Mora ( @loveherdekay ) - He’s attracted to her evilness, her cold skin, and desire to please him. And she’s sexy as fuck.

2. Dante ( @halodante ) - She is like a porcelain goddess to him. He wants, desires, craves her, but he feels that if he touches her, she will disappear, or worst yet, break. She is perfection in his eyes and to receive but a kiss from her is a mind-blowing experience.

3. He likes bad girls, so women such as @xarriel-valmere or @wolf-queen are hella sexy.

The Flea:1. He is definitely attracted to the Seer ( @lilthessa ) because of her kindness and her beauty. She’s also a no-nonesence woman and he admires that.

2. He was attracted to the Courier ( @safrona-shadowsun ), but recent events have put a damper on that relationship. He’s still courteous with her, but she probably doesn’t like him anymore.

3. He prefers classic, refined women who can stand on their own and still demonstrate a delicate side to them. 

The Humble Knight, Aléssandro Mares ( @thehumbleknight ):1. He was attracted to Sister Rose ( @lay-sister-rose ), but things have been somewhat distant since he returned from the Legion wars.

2. He was really attracted to the songstress ( @mira-mikaelson ), but due to work (and my lack of attention to Alessandro :( ) he has given up hope, realizing that she probably has so many suitors after her.

3. He likes kind women with a heart of gold and sweet side.

[Extended version] Bold all that applies, then tag your fellow, lovely villain colleagues.

The Rat King

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Two days had passed. As Railick had predicted, the forces were becoming fatigued and injuries and casualties climbing. That was the reality of a prolonged engagement - to him the end was inevitable. It was still early in the battle, the army of dead and walking wounded was still small but what about in a week? A month? Without any action - there would be no end until their little foothold was stamped out with fel flame. This entire front was buying the Legion time as they slowly instilled complacency and hopelessness within the defenders. 

Night had fallen over the camp, the time had come to strike. Railick and a group of 9 others loyal to Xarriel, Svvindle & Squander among them, were going to take the fight to the Legion. 

“Open the portal.” Railick nodded to Squander. Once the portal was stabilized the group went through, finding themselves far behind enemy lines. The landscape was black and charred, fel energy almost palpable in the air. 

“This way.” Svvindle whispered leading the group towards their target. After some careful reconnaissance, he had located the main portal and source of power for the camp. Their goal was to eliminate it and the fel army commander. Cut off the reinforcements so they could further strengthen their position here in Azsuna.

Railick was relieved that Svvindle had not found one of the Nathrezim leading this charge. The demon’s were notoriously good commanders and tacticians - and extremely difficult to kill. Instead, their target was an Eredar. While not to be taken lightly, it also was the best they could hope for. Railick had no doubt something on the other side of the portal was pulling the strings but as long as it was not here in the camp, they had a chance.

The company halted within a cave, a faint green glow illuminating the opening at the far end of the tunnel. Svvindle silently pointed, Railick moving to the front to survey the room. 

At the centre stood a large demonic portal with a half dozen Eredar channeling life essence into it - piles of desiccated husks piled casually throughout the chamber. It was clear they were working on summoning something much bigger - they didn’t have any time to waste. Railick silently gave out his commands and the group split taking their respective positions.

Luckily, the chamber was not well guarded - this far behind enemy lines it seemed they were not worried about a strike - at least not this early which is why Railick knew they had a chance. 

Svvindle and a feral druid picked off two of the Eredar on the far ends of the portal, they died without a sound, completely taken by surprise, the Eredar in the centre the only one realizing something was wrong when the energy being poured into the portal slowed.

The group struck but something was terribly wrong. Instead of being met by the remaining Eredar sorcerers, all but the commander slowly withered, dropping dead, the portal beginning to hum with greater intensity. 

The attacks bounced harmlessly off the commander’s shield, the life essence of his former comrades being weaved into a protection spell allowing her to finish the summoning. “You are too late. My Lord comes.” she let out a shrill laugh.

“That doesn’t sound good.” Svvindle yelled over the hum. “Now what?”

“Place the charges amd blow the tunnels. We Don’t want them getting any help. Hunters give him cover. Warlock, you find a way to get through that Eredar’s protection. The rest of you -” Railick stopped cold.

Through the portal stepped a Pit Lord, surveying the cavern with a malicious smile. “A welcoming party. Fools.”

The pit lord cast a felbolt catching one of the hunter’s in the center of his chest, his body crashing against the far wall, falling lifelessly to the floor. Thinking quickly Railick charged between the pit lords legs, slashing at them as he did, the other’s following his lead.

The light bearers began chanting protection spells strong enough to ward off anything but a direct blow and doing what they could to keep the group fighting - the remaining members of the group focusing its energy on the Pit Lord. Railick dove, parried and slashed at the demon, his weapons cutting into the demons hard skin but it was a matter of time if they could not find a way to land a significant blow.

The band battled the demon with neither side gaining an upper hand until the Pit Lord’s weapon smashed into the ground feet from Ralick causing the floor to shake and the Sub Rosa commander to stumble to the ground. The Pit Lord saw the opportunity, turning to crush him under foot but instead reared back in pain as a ice lance pierced his eye giving Railick time to roll to safety and regroup.

The demon swung wildly at the mage who blinked to safety across the chamber giving Railick an idea. “Squander, PORTAL.” he yelled at the mage charging back into the battle pointing above the demon. The mage caught on quickly opening a portal in front of Railick with the other end above the commander. 

At full speed Railick dove through the portal, blades leading - the Pit Lord not realizing the danger until it was too late. Railicks swords cleaved into the Pit Lord’s skull, rocking it violently. Railick was thrown forcibly into the wall with a sickening crunch. 

The demon crashed to the floor dead, blackness overwhelming Railick.

“-ilick. Railick can you hear me?” Railick’s eyes fluttered open finding the surviving members of his party standing over him. “Thought we lost you.” Railick groaned propping himself up, wondering why he was not dead. They were still in the cave, the dead Pit Lord laying in the middle of the floor. “Luckily we were able to cushion the worse of your fall but you probably have some broken ribs and maybe internal bleeding. You should stay do- Railick!”

Not wasting any time, Railick pulled himself to his feet retrieving his sword from the demon’s skull. Favouring his side he addressed the remaining members “Gather anything of value or power. Tomes, battle plans. Whatever you can find. We are leaving in 5 minutes. Squander get a portal ready. Svvindle, do you have anymore explosives?”

The sapper hesitated for a moment, “Yea I got some in reserve just in case.” Squander laughed at his companion’s response, “Which reserve? Third? Fourth?” 

Svvindle shot the mage a dirty look, “You never know when they will come in handy. The only thing worse then a defective bomb is a wasted one. Raising his hand Railick cut off Squander’s retort, “Blow the demon gate. Whatever it takes.” 

The goblins nodded getting to work, their bickering continuing out of earshot. “Where is the Eredar?” Railick asked - the group pointing over to the far wall where the warlock stood over the Eredar.

Railick made his way over, arriving only to catch the last bits of conversation as the warlock lowered his hood revealing well kept blonde hair and he couldn’t be sure but it seemed the Eredar recognized him and was that - no it couldn’t be - but it almost looked like terror flashed across the Eredar’s face briefly before the warlock sucked the life out of her leaving her a pile of ash. 

“Warlock! What are you doing?” Railick addressed the warlock, his chance to interrogate the prisoner now gone. 

The warlock replaced his hood turning to him, “She knew nothing useful.” his eyes blazing with fel energy as he walked past Railick towards the portal without another word.

“Who the fuck is that guy.” Railick said aloud to no one. Normally he would not be happy with the man’s secrecy, he clearly had an ulterior motive and was protective of his identity, but he had been assured that this man would be useful and was indeed a powerful addition to the team and a skilled interrogator - in fact - he had been Sub Rosa’s for many years until he had moved on. Beyond that, those that discerned his identity seemed to avoid him but all vouched for his loyalty to Sub Rosa. He would have to look into him further but another problem for another time.

Railick brought his attention back to the presence taking the time to cut one of the tusks from the Pit Lord’s head and following his team back through the portal. One casualty and a downed Pit Lord. Sub Rosa seemed to be every bit as elite as Xarriel boasted.

Back at the camp, Railick made his way towards the Garrison when he was turned around by an angry commander, “What the fuck were you thinking? I TOLD you that we await reinforcement before pushing the attack. You could have left us exposed. We NEED every body we have.”

Railick dropped the sack he was carrying containing the Pit Lord’s tusk fighting the urge to knock the man on his ass. “I was SAVING what men we have from slowly dying for reinforcements that may never come. And saving them from the true brunt of the Legion. See that? That was the Pit Lord we just killed. A few more days and we would have been overrun with all kinds of higher demons, not the bullshit fodder we have been facing.”

The Commander’s face blanched recognizing the tusk, “A Pit Lord?” the man recovered trying to save face, “You could have run it by me. I could have given you support.”

“I tried that route and you rebuffed me. I had to take those I trust into battle and I would take those men over 1000 of any you could send with me. Now if you excuse me, I am due in Dalaran for some R & R and my men have earned some leave. I will see you in a few days.” Railick responded.

The Commander’s face lit up in rage and anger but he knew he had little choice. Once word spread about what they did, they would be legends among the men. He had two choices. Discipline them and lose his battalion entirely or let them go and pass it off as a sanctioned attack and a strategy he fully supported. “Two days.”

“Three.” Railick responded, the Commander simply waving his hand dismissively and storming off back to the command tent. Railick leaned over coughing up some blood. He needed a healer to put him back together before he went to see Emalise. 

The Warlock opened the demonic portal stepping back through to his chambers. He stood there silently for a moment before his rage took over, clearing the tables and tossing the room. Removing the hood he turned to his beloved entering the room, “Dead end. The Eredar was there when they took Amadore but she doesn’t know where she is now. When I find them I will -” The threat hung in the air, “If she is hurt -” 

Zaye placed a hand on his shoulder, helping to focus her husband “We will find them and they will burn for it.” she assured her husband. “They will know our wrath Maltris.”

Svvindle and Squander wasted little time returning to Dalaran to resupply. “Look at this place. Just ripe for the taking.” Svvindle mused despite the increased guards and patrols. “Imagine how much we could make off these suckers?”

The magic shows at the Faire had been put on hold before the Legion attacked but Squander had to admit it was hard giving up the income his shows provided. There was no showman on Earth that rivaled him but for months Squander had kept himself out of the spotlight when the crowds started to dwindle, waiting to reappear at the exact moment with a new show for crowds to fawn over. What better place then here in Dalaran?

“Step right up folks, see wonders  you will never believe!” a magically enhanced voice carried over the crowd, “The Great Akazamzarak is here to amaze.” 

Svvindle and Squander stopped cold, immediately moving to the front of the crowd to find a goblin in a top hat pulling a dozen flowers from his sleeve for a pretty lady in the audience, “They pale in comparison to you my dear!” the magician addressed the woman before tossing the flowers towards her, but before she could catch them they turned to a dove and flew off over the horizon to the applause of the crowd.

“That son of a bitch stole our act.”

@emaofsr

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Azsuna was just like any other battlefield Railick had fought on in recent years. While pockets of the landscape hinted at hidden beauty, others showed the deep scars that only war can bring.

The camp itself was chaotic disarray. Waves of demons crashed against the east side of the camp, their bodies piling up as they were cut down by demon hunters and other Horde volunteers. There was little time to set up anything that would resemble comfort, the command taking refuge in a half collapsed structure back located roughly in the center of the encampment. It was not much but Railick had seen smaller armies carve out a foothold with less granted the hordes of demons had no end. The key was going to be keeping the warriors on the front line fresh until they could find a way to slow the demons progress into Azsuna.

Railick methodically made his way towards the east end of the camp, ready to take his place on the front line. Wasting no time, he surveyed the line, identifying a guard who seemed to be tiring and fighting a losing battle against a felguard, oblivious to the one approaching on his flank. 

CLANG - Railick parried the flanking demons blow, his free sword slashing across the felguards abdomen, caught completely unaware of the reinforcement. With the immediate threat dispatched, Railick teamed up with the weary guard to dispatch the remaining demon.

The guard turned and nodded his head in thanks, retreating for some well needed rest as the rest of the reinforcements weaved into the lines of battle. Railicks company consisted of 40 well versed combatants as well as 10 support casters from Sub Rosa - a group that was quickly gaining a reputation for ruthless efficiency.

Railick’s blade cut through another demon, a flash of arcane magic flashing over his head into a oncoming pack, felling three of them. This is where Railick found peace, instinct over riding any thoughts of what he left behind or what was waiting for him when he returned. 

“Felhunters!” the cry came up from down the line, a pack of the infernal beasts barreling towards the line. The priests and mages quickly erected a barrier to stop their wild rush and give the warriors a chance to react, picking of the stunned beasts as they crashed helplessly into the invisible force.

Like clockwork, the brigade utilized the strateghies they had perfected over the previous week - overcoming everything the demons had to throw at them. The commanders of the Legion knew they had the numbers and were content just throwing bodies at the camp knowing that eventually they would wear down its defenders and wasted little effort on strategy.

Railick was caught by surprise when he was relieved, not realizing that his shift had passed so quickly. Retreating back into the camp he met with one of the goblin’s that was assigned with him, “Found them. Portals and Commanders. It will take some doing but knock those out and BAM! Illidari Camp secured.”

Nodding, Railick turned to greet the other goblin falling in stride, “Cutting it a little close on some of those spells don’t you think?” 

Squander let out a mock laugh “If I wanted you singed you would be! Just be thankful my aim is that good.” 

Railick grinned, begrudgingly he was beginning to enjoy working with Svvindle & Squander. They were unconventional and underestimated, a fact they used to great advantage.

“The commander said we should stay put, we dont have the bodies to make a push.” Svvindle responded. 

Scoffing Railick responded, “Fools. So stay here, get overwhelmed slowly and hope someone saves us before its too late. Great strategy. Fuck that. We came here to win this war. Gather our troops. If they aren’t willing to act, we will do it for them. We strike in two days at nightfall.”

Svvindle nodded disappearing into the camp, Squander following suit tossing Railick a vial of clear liquid before disappearing. “For your blades. Extra killing power.”

Tucking the vial away, Railick made his way to his cot in the makeshift barracks. It was a risk going against command and going on the offensive but Railick knew the strategy of the current command was flawed. Yes, it was the safe gambit and perhaps they would get reinforcements in time but more likely, their reinforcements would be tied up somewhere else on this fel continent. The Legion was winning. There was no doubt. The losses would continue to mount until finally the defenders of Azeroth broke. Yet everyone seemed content to wait for a miracle.

Railick shrugged off his armor rolling into his cot. Pulling a photo out from his pack, he ran his fingers along the edge. He had too much to lose to listen to cowards.

The Rat King proclaimed Teriaan the heir to the Kingdom. So conditioned is the Champion that he feels obligated to take over. Also, per the deal between the Sub Rosa Mistress and the Rat King, Teriaan has to inherit the Kingdom and run it accordingly. Besides, that’s the only life he’s used to. 

If he hadn’t found the King, at this point in time, he would probably be someone’s bodyguard or dead. He was found as a brawler in the Barrens, escaping his life as a noble and since he would never go back to the noble life of Silvermoon, he would be doing something similar to what he does now.

No, he would not be happier, unfortunately.

Unless he can be at peace with Kelsian. Then, that would be another story.

( The Kingdom Falls, Part 1 ) ( The Kingdom Falls, Part 2 )

A gentle breeze wafted through the trees and the rustling of young hound among the grass were the only sounds the very moment the portal broke the evening’s peace. The hound yelped away as two blonde women sprung from the magical whirl. Goldie rushed to Kelsian’s aid, making sure she was well. They both looked back and Evan appeared. The human made a quick note that they were not on neutral lands, recognizing Tirisfal Glades. He soon forgot about factions and turned toward the portal. When no one followed him, he grew worried.

“Come on… come on….”

The Kingdom Falls, Part 1

(( I Started A Joke - ConfidentialMX feat. Becky Hanson ))

The dark haired human mage walked toward the Rat King, smiling beneath his mustache. “I do hope you enjoyed your stay here beneath Dalaran, Rat King. Your time is up.”

The King laughed loudly. “Oh, really? Because you say so? Your threats don’t work, Parnell. We’ve gotten you and your brethren so many items that you would have never acquired without us. You think you can get rid of us that quickly? What, have you lost your veil against Jaina?” The King laughed, ignoring the nervous state his Circle was in.

“Oh, if only it was that simple, you fool. Khadgar is returning, Rat King. Do you understand what that means? It means that we won’t be able to hide you filthy cretins against him, and trust me, he doesn’t like a dirty home.” Parnell looked around, observing the moist sewer walls. “We need to exterminate the vermin.” He snapped his fingers and the soldiers dispersed into the sewer tunnels. Bright flashes of arcane magic lit up those tunnels, the Ratz hidden within screamed, their wailing echoing over and over in waves of torment. Parnell simply smiled at the Rat King, who furrowed his brows and clenched his fists. Behind him, Teriaan and Evan clenched their swords while the others watched in concern.

(This takes place right before Dalaran is moved over Karazahn)

They worked silently. Magic silenced their actions, their drills, their plans. The city’s largest rat trap was being created and soon, it would be time to exterminate the vermin. Mages and their soldiers made their way into the sewers, led by Magister Parnell, a human mage who had become the liaison between the Kirin Tor and the Rat Kingdom. He smiled and hummed as he walked down the tunnels and headed toward the Circle of Wills. The Ratz seemed alarmed and they began to tap on the walls, signaling danger. These alerts travelled far and as soon as they hit the main chamber, it was Teriaan and the Flea who noticed the message. The Flea rushed into his alcove and began to pack his bag.

However, the King didn’t move. He sat on the shanty steps with his Doll resting and leaning back between his legs, his fingers tangled in her red hair. He seemed oblivious at first but as the tappings continued, his smile slowly vanished.

“My King,” Teriaan said, “that’s not a typical warning.”

“Goldie, get Sarinna.”

The blonde elf ran to the King and her eyes widened. The night elf had been chained to the shanty wall for over a month now, naked, with her pregnant belly growing day by day. Goldie looked at Teriaan and then at the King, giving Mora a small glance. “Release her?”

The King sighed and turned back to giving Mora attention. Teriaan looked at Goldie, “Yes, release her and get her ready.” Goldie ran up the stairs and into the shanty, where she saw the night elf already rummaging through a nearby chest.

“Sar?”

“Goldie, quickly! We’re in danger!”

The messages described men and women in violet and soldiers in black marching behind them. The violet men were to be feared. This was something all Ratz knew from the simplest of creatures to the very King himself. The Ratz continued to tap out their messages, seeking shelter in the shadows and hoping that the violet ones would pass and leave them alone.

“We need to get the Ratz out of here,” Teriaan whispered to the King, his eyes gazing up at his small home as he planned on going up there and grabbing his wife, Kelsian. “I need to get her. The Mistress will be very upset if her sister is left here to die.”

The King sighed and gestured for Teriaan to go. “It probably isn’t anything. Fucking Ratz just scared of everything.” But Teriaan carried on, climbing the ladder to his small home and waiting before Kelsian opened the door. He saw her and whispered, “We’re getting out of here.” She looked confused as she sat up on the bed, her belly starting to show. Before she even asked, Teriaan said, “They’re coming. The Kirin Tor is coming and they brought troops. This can’t be good. Just take what you can and let’s go.” Without another word, she grabbed clothes, documents, and personal belongings, stuffing a bag. Teriaan grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped the rest of their belongings. Clinging on to his back, Teriaan climbed down the ladder and grabbed her hand, leading her toward the shanty.

She glanced at the King, who stared at her silently, and then she hid along the side of the shanty. “Wait here. The Flea will create a portal and we’ll get out. We’ll…” Teriaan stopped, hesitating a bit, and then as he caressed her face, he whispered, “We’ll go look for your sister, alright?”

The mages and soldiers walked into the Chamber and many of the merchants began to pack their belongings, hoping to get out before they were caught in the crossfire. It was at this point that the Rat King pushed Mora away from him and rose from the steps. Mora lingered near the shanty but the Flea emerged from the alcove with a bag and he gestured for her to get near him, where Teriaan had left his wife. Teriaan and Evan walked behind the King and they approached the mage.

“Magister Parnell, what a pleasant surprise. Last time you were here, you came to remind us who was in charge. What the fuck do you want now?” The King glanced at the soldiers and he smirked, “I doubt you need those idiots there.”

Magister Parnell smiled and walked toward the monarch. “I do hope you enjoyed your stay here beneath Dalaran, Rat King. Your time is up.”

A familiar tune rang from his lips as the crowds politely parted. Another day working for Sub Rosa. Good thing they pay so well, this is getting too easy. Railick thought to himself as he made his rounds, collecting protection money for Sub Rosa.

For months Railick settled into his day to day routine. At first some of the shop keepers had resisted but after a week or so they understood Railick was not a man to be taken lightly and so it went like clockwork. The shops paid their fees and the world kept spinning for them but Railick was beginning to wish that at least one of them would grow a spine. Just to spice things up a bit.

But ultimately he was unfamiliar to Sub Rosa. Even Xarriel who had a close connection with his father had spoken to him maybe twice? And even then it was all business. If he was going to get the more exciting assignments he had to earn her trust which meant roughing up the occasional shop keeper and enforcing her rule on the underbelly of Silvermoon. Even if his skills were not being fully utilized.

Railick entered the last shop on his route, a small shop specializing in exotic minerals and stones. The shop was empty, the keeper pouring over a map at a counter near the back “Afternoon shop keep.” 

The man jumped, not expecting company. Scrambling he stuffed the map he was looking at under the counter, recognizing Railick immediately. “That time again. One second. Just ummm, its right back here.” the keep responded nervously, his hands fidgeting with a hidden safe. 

Railick strode up to the counter, peeking over to catch a glimpse at the map the man had stuffed away, his curiosity peaked. Grabbing a corner, he pulled the map back onto the counter top. 

“What is this? I don’t recognize the land. And I have been around.” he asked

The shop keep tossed the gold on the counter, attempting to cover the map back up “Oh this? Old territory maps. Nothing really. Just an old historical map.”

In the blink of an eye Railick’s dagger was out and pinning the man’s sleeve cuff to the counter. “Is that so? Then why are you so eager to hide it? Tell me what it is or I will make sure that you can’t even hold a broom for the next 8 months.”

“Ahh! The broken Isles! Its the broken Isles!” the man blurted out. 

The Broken Isles? “You don’t strike me as an adventurer. Thinking about joining the big campaign against the Legion. I have seen what those demons can do, I doubt you last the initial assault on the islands. What are these areas you have highlighted?”

The shop keeper only protested slightly before Railick bent his fingers back on his trapped hand, breaking four of his fingers. “Noth AHHHHHH! FUCK! MY HAND.” Railick reached for the shop keeper’s wrists “Ok, ok! Me and the other shop keepers, we have been working together on funding an expedition there. We found some old prospecting maps and tomes. There are metals and stones there that have not been seen on the mainland in centuries.”

Railick nodded his understanding putting his dagger away and pulling the map away from the shop keep studying it. “Ah so you all finally figured out if you work together, you all win? Something like that?”

The shop keep stumbled back into the wall clutching his hand, his anger getting the best of him “Something like that. Then we can afford to band together and get rid of your protection racket. No more getting fucked over by well dressed thugs, we could operate freely.”

Railick laughed tucking the map away, “You really don’t get how the world works do you? MAYBE you can afford a group large enough to get rid of us but then someone else will come in. Or one of you partners perhaps decides he wants a bigger cut and has you killed in your sleep. I can’t believe you don’t know the cardinal rule of business.”

The shop keep spit in Railick’s direction, “Enlighten me then you goon.”

“Someone always gets fucked.” Railick spun, his dagger catching the man in the chest. Calmly Railick walked behind the counter, leaning down to retrieve his dagger from the dying shop keep. “If it is any consolation, none of your partners will be collecting there windfall of profit either.”