Post by Neonhyper
This chapter has been the bane of my existence. At first I had the whole thing mapped out so that I knew exactly what I was doing, but I procrastinated in writing it until now. When I finally did get around to writing it, I forgot my plan, so I was working off of vague ideas that I really couldn't remember.
If this chapter is extremely confusing and half-baked, you know why. But I hope that its a suitable piece of reading until I get the next installment out.
On a different note, I'm here to tell you that Striding will have only three more chapters.
That's two more full-length pieces and an epilogue to wrap the whole thing up.
This is going to be fun.WILL I EVER REMEMBER THIS LINK?
Loretta turned her head to look at Luther. The flickering torchlight caused the shadows to dance across the girl's pale skin, giving her an eerie and distant look. He was taken aback by her ragged and broken appearance. The tears of sadness from ages lost with his little girl and the state he found her in began pooling in his eyes.
She blinked at him, confusion crossing her frail expression. Loretta spoke quickly, her words barely heard, but from what Luther could hear, he couldn't understand. Her speech was complete gibberish to him, and this time a look of puzzlement appeared on his face.
Nasia was standing off to the side, and hadn't said anything for most of the ordeal. On the outside, she looked pretty annoyed, wanting to get the human into his cell and be done with it. However, what she hid beneath was a genuine curiosity for what was going on. A reunion between father and daughter, and the daughter didn't have a clue what was going on.
"She's speaking orcish," The blood elf roughly commented.
Luther gripped the bars on Loretta's cell, looking down at the girl who was still looking back at him curiously. "What's she saying?" He asked desperately, hoping the archer at least understood.
"She wants to know why you're crying." Nasia said.
Loretta looked up at Luther expectantly, but he stood there, dumbfounded. He didn't get it, why didn't she know why he was crying? Wasn't it obvious... all those missing years, all those days and weeks and months he never got to see her.
While Luther was silent, Nasia began talking instead. Her voice harsh as she spoke in the only language Loretta seemed fluent enough to speak in. The two women began a discussion, occasionally Loretta would look over at Luther and whimper. He didn't seem to notice, as he was staring off into space, thinking about what was happening.
Eventually the two finished talking, and the blood elf roughly grabbed Luther and dragged him toward one of the cells. He didn't struggle and simply allowed himself to be locked up. Loretta watched the scene, shivering out of fright from whatever Nasia had told her.
It was the fifth day of war.
"Sang'thul... are we going to attack now?" The observing magmawyrm stated as he watched the sun nearing the highest point of the sky.
"Serinar, your time for slaughter is now, allow your rage to be harnessed as a weapon, we will now strike as the armies of thousand angry dead unleash their suffering and pain across these foolish soldiers.
" The Lich hissed with a cackle, "They will soon see the error of their ways, but too late, when the Scourge has devoured them all!
The undead dragon bellowed out a laugh, it was a day for glorious slaughter in the name of the their King! Serinar looked behind him as the dead answered the call for attack. A wave of ghouls began breaking through the snow and earth, abominations and necromancers came from the winding tunnels leading into the Obsidian Dragonshrine, and other undead wyrms flew down from the sky.
An army of Scourge were waiting for Sang'thul's command to attack.
The Lich hovered over the top of the hill, watching as the armies of the Horde and the Alliance once more clashed on the field of battle. Their numbers were so small now, so small and dwindling so fast. He laughed ominously in the chilly Dragonblight air, turning the top half of his body to look at the army of Scourge.
"We rush to kill them all. Necromancers, prepare to raise their dead to our ranks!
" Sang'thul shouted, "Let no corpse be wasted!
"ARMIES OF THE SCOURGE, RISE TO MY COMMAND! LET US SLAUGHTER THESE MORTALS WHILE THEY PERISH IN THEIR PITIFUL LITTLE WARS! NONE SHALL SURVIVE! ALL SHALL SERVE THE ONE TRUE KING!
" Sang'thul shouted across the Dragon Wastes.
It was an immediate change in the direction of the battle. As the skeletons and ghouls ripped their way through the blood-soaked snow toward the tired and weary forces of the Alliance and Horde, the Scourge's necromancers began channeling their spells. An abomination cleaved its spiked mace in three human soldiers, killing them instantly.
The mortals' effort to push the Scourge back was futile, as their soldiers were limitless. In the air charged shadow energy as the very ground split in cracks to allow room for hundreds of fallen soldiers to climb to the surface. Former comrades, now under the thrall of the Lich King, began lashing out at the sides they once fought for.
New blood began spilling, alongside pounds of rotting and already decayed flesh. There seemed to be no hope as the Alliance and the Horde lost more numbers than they had in the fight against each other. They were bombarded by ice comets and fiery meteors from the sky as the undead wyrms killed off the soldiers that tried to flee.
It was chaos, destruction, death, and carnage. However, as time went on, the Alliance and the Horde began to get their bearings and fought back against the Scourge better. Their losses were still great, and the frightened soldiers realized that this might be their last battle.
James retreated back to the Alliance base camp, where he hoped his horse was still there. Luckily, the well-trained and devoted stallion stood fast where the Scourge hadn't come yet. He mounted his steed and spurred the mount toward Wintergarde. A trail of flames sparked up behind him and to his side, he glanced over his shoulder to see an emberwyrm in pursuit of him.
"Faster, Ed! Faster..." He urged the horse on, occasionally glancing over his shoulder in fear.
The emberwyrm slashed its talon down, ripping up the earth as it narrowly hit James and his horse. He saw a jagged canyon up ahead, and urged the steed, Ed, into it. Above him the undead dragon circled, trying to find the human prey that had escaped. It was almost ten minutes later that the emberwyrm roared to the sky and flew back to the battle.
James let out a sigh of relief, continuing on to Wintergarde in hopes of making it there in time.
Greyhoof couldn't believe his eyes as he stood on one of the watchtowers that bordered Agmar's Hammer. One of the scout's had loaned him a spyglass so that he could see what all the commotion was about on the battlefield, as the sounds of clashing steel and echoing yelling could be heard all the way back at their main base.
The Scourge had arrived to decimate their troops. It was impossible, all the signs of Scourge had vanished from the Dragonblight after the Dragonshrines had been reclaimed, the fall of Naxxramas, and the Wrathgate. They were back now, to raise all of their soldiers against them. The tauren turned the spyglass across the dense foliage of frozen leaves.
All signs of the undead forces came from the northwest. He narrowed his eyes.
Greyhoof turned to one of the soldiers that had remained to guard the town, "Gather as many troops as possible. I'm not worried about an Alliance raid now, but keep at least a few soldiers here. We need to reinforce our warriors on the Dragon Wastes!"
"Of course." The orc said, leaving to complete his orders.
The tauren returned to looking through the spyglass, tapping one of his fingers against the edge of the metal tube.
James ran into the keep, shouting for dear life, "The Scourge are attacking our army! The Scourge are attacking!"
Commander Dawnbringer came running upstairs from the basement, the paladin looked incredibly annoyed, but the news of the Scourge made him even more enraged, "What? Scourge? We drove them from the Dragonblight, what are they doing here!"
"It seems we failed in keeping them at bay. Our forces are being destroyed out there!" James replied, pointing to the exit.
"Then... we need to get together more troops and help them." Eligor replied, rushing past the warrior to go gather up as many defenders of Wintergarde as he could.
James decided he would go find Luther in the mean time. One of the footmen left in the town came up the stairs from the basements. He looked at James, who looked back and asked where he might find 'Luther Skyblade'.
"Skyblade?" The soldier said, his face one of the shock, "Well.. we... we... w-we..."
"Spit it out!" James cried, "What happened to Skyguy!"
The man gained a flustered look as he looked away, "We... uh... lost him. Him and the blood elf prisoner."
"I don't care about any prisoner! But how in the world do you lose Luther!" James screamed, "You can't lose Luther, he's so pessimistic he sticks out like a sore thumb! I can't believe you lost Luther!"
Before the footman could say anything more, James was running back outside the keep to get to Ed. I need to get back out there, and find Luther, wherever he might be.