World Of Warcraft: Altered Time

Azul and a few forces were currently at the Sanctum of the Sun. The separation from him Azazel, a Dranei was getting ready to head south. Along with a few forces that were all Paladins. The Undead Campaign was officially started.

A small step in reducing the strength of the Lich King's forces.

"Are you sure about this?" Antiva questioned reluctantly. The others just looked down and away. Thinking it all over for themselves. But not her, to outspoken even in this life. "All of us working together with you will make a great combat group."

"This is true..." Azul nodded agreeing with her statement. "but.. the Ghostlands must be controlled by us. That Shadow creature is barred for now, but other locations can cause an issue. Everyone has their part and for now, we need more. More land for expansion for our people. As well as places to train and build. Farstrider Enclave and the Dawnspire area needs to be purged of malcontents. That is the task assign to you all. Stay away from Zulaman for now."

Antoni nodded from the side. Knowing that one thing needed to be mention about the Trolls.

"If we do clash with our... cousin race.. what do we do?"

"Strike them down if they cannot be reasoned with. Your life is more important than theirs." Azul said simply enough. Not really seeing the issue with it really. The forces nodded and departed. Watching them head off, he turned his attention to the members of the Sanctum. "Magister Kaendris, shall we continue from before?"

Magister Kaendris was a typical Blood Elf for the most part. Except for one thing, he was a liaison for Silvermoon and the Tranquillien. The Tranquillien a separate faction composed of the Forsaken and the residents in the area. How he was able to stomach it all, was beyond most of his kin.

As well as part of a lot of debate in his intentions for the future.

"Lord Azul, happy to have your help." Kaendris kept a neutral disposition when talking to him and his forces. Not wanting to offend them or those of Silvermoon. "Dar'Khan Drathir has control over Deatholme. To many of our forces are dying. Then turning against us as undead under his control. Or Deatholme itself if reports are correct."

"Drathir is powerful from what I have heard, but mostly overshadowed by his hatred for his fellow Blood Elf. Any reason why that is?" Azul inquired not remembering to much about the individual personally. 'Need to expand more influence wise and obtain more knowledge personally.'

"Not at all. I was not around during that time." A lie and a bit of deflecting on his part. "Helping lessen everything will go well with our efforts."

"Just goes along with what we are doing." Azul smiled as they talked. "Nothing to political."

"The cities you are building, are they going to prevent the forsaken from entering as well?"

"Of course. My Capital is very restrictive. As for the other towns that will sprout up, that is up to the mayor or chief of the individual place. As well as certain magical professions as well as getting barred." Azul waited for it to sink in. A few of the other members remaining quiet still. "well trained or not wanting to cause trouble, can only wonder.'

"Will it always be that way?" Kaendris received no direct answer. Time grew short for other plans, so he made do. "An'telas, An'daroth, and An'owyn, you seek to recreate them..." He pulled out a map and unfolded it. "..Magister Sylastor is the best to help you with this. As it so happens, he is guarding one of the areas. Holds a special significance for him."

"I see." Taking the map, Azul passed over a bag. It was pretty hefty and drew the attention of the others feverishly almost. "These are Moon Stones, a 3 inch sphere is worth enough to sustain a Blood Elf for a year. During that time, they can reaffirm themselves against the hunger. If not... well kill them. They are more than useless at that point."

Azul turned to leave. Not caring if they needed the advice of one per person. They would find out the hard if they did not.

Kaendris passed one to each of his cohorts. The bag itself, he kept on his persons for now.

Azul moved out at maximum speed towards his destination. Unaware that Azazel was walking in to deep trouble.

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Fighting around Deatholme-

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The group with Azazel did not have a moment of peace since getting the fighting started in their location. Undead coming from all around towards them. As if beckon in away.

"So many blasted.. undead." Azazel muttered as he continued to swing. The area around Deatholme was so full of the blasted things. It was almost neverending. They fought their way east instead of going further to the hell hole down south.

"It will be fine." Corona said. She was a recently awakened Dranei Paladin. With a strong passion for killing things ungodly. Especially the undead. Azazel found out why. Apparently, she lived in Florida during 2010. An idiot tripping on bath salts attacked her. groaning and m.o.a.ning while smiling like a corpse.

"Just remember to be careful of the marked ones on the list and everything will be fine." Azazel gave orders to the rest and they spread out. Two Flame Elves and two Dranei remained with them. None had awakened just yet, unfortunately. "Try to enjoy yourself some."

"Yeah, yeah. I hear yah. Just wish I wasn't this thing. Have freaking horns." Corona said stroking said horns. "They do come in handy when some grabby elves play around too much." She eyeballed the Flame Elves who looked away. The healers were a little touchy at times.

"If they keep it up.." Azazel started to say.

"I will break their fingers and then report them." Corona smiled before casting Blessing of Wisdom on them. Azazel cast Blessing of King's and another Paladin cast Blessing of Might. "Time to kill some more of them."

"Yes. If we can secure this spot, it would be great for the future. We cant even push forward with all the undead upfront. Especially with the levels they are at." Azazel knew this was a gamble, but decided to push on anyway. The Ghost Lands was getting taken care of by the others. Getting a city here and then spamming the area with the help of priests will do well in changing it. The Light would flourish against the undead. "We have to succeed."

*Bwoom!* The Blessing of the Kings grew stronger. The others felt his d.e.s.i.r.e and fought harder as well.

A hulking leviathan of a corpse made it's way forward. The most dangerous thing was the level. It was sprouting level 25 in red. The highest amongst them was level 17. That was Carona. With Azazel level 16 and the rest at 15.

"Take out the others first!" Azazel yelled. "Corona he is all yours. I will heal as needed and attack as best I can." She gave him a nod and jumped forward. She was dual-wielding two maces. "Grand Consecration!"

Azazel poured a good portion of magic into the spell to add more constant damage. The entire area lit up in gold light. The faster the others took out the lower levels, the faster they could help against big beasty.

"Yah!" Corona yelled as she smashed both maces into the Leviathan's arm. Bursting with power as she fought triggered something. Memories passing in her mind a little. How the creatures here reminded life once before. Well, people pretending to be them anyway or high as a kite acting like them. "Die.. filthy creature!"

The strikes from her maces sent the creature back. But it came forward attacking relentlesy. A credit to it not feeling anything one would suppose. No nerve endings and whatnot.

With a smash to the ground, fel energy ruptured from the soil. Ghastly heads of various races rose up. Slowly the fel energy wrapped around providing more power to animate the creatures.

A wave of holy energy left from Azazel to disperse the magic. But not enough to break completely. Two Paladins ran up breaking from the others.

"We must not let them form!" One of the Paladins yelled. His sword lit up with more magic. He was using the ability Crusader Strike. Striking down the head of the forming zombies. "Prevent the wave!"

Try as they might, the Paladins were not prepared for the next wave. The fighting attracted neighboring creatures. As well as a force thought to all but wiped out. The members of the Dawnblade that remained loyal to Kael'thas Sunstrider.

Living as fugitives for the most part, the group wanders the isle killing undead relentlessly. Blaming them for the trouble to their kin and former master. Unwilling to follow the current Regent, they accepted their current fate.

Which would be death at this rate.

"Incoming!" Azazel yelled out. Shield raised high as the spell finished. His forces jumped away with practice ease. Streams of light bombarded down sporadically. Each stream tearing into the fel creatures. The Dawnblade members were caught in the crossfire. "The light will not hurt the fateful!"

He was right. Members of the Dawnblade that were not corrupted or tainted felt nothing. Two or three felt some pain. Miasma burned of their flesh as the grip of Sargeras that continued to burrow into their minds over time, was cleaned away.

Said tactics gave enough for the others to turn the tide completely. Azazel turned to join Corona against the Leviathon.

Corona swung the maces togethor taking out the legs of the creature. Its hulking mass came down upon her quickly enough. So quick she would get under its weight. Instead of trying to get out of the way, she planted her feet getting ready.

*Woosh!* A wave of holy light erupted from Azazel. It wrapped around the woman protecting her. The body landed on top with a sickening squelch.

The holy light burned through the undead flesh easily.

*Bam! Bam!* Two maces hit against the flesh. The strikes ripping the bodies apart and tossing them around. Corona was already on the move once she determined the undead was no more.

Launching into the other undead like a wrecking ball of death and destruction.

Slightly winded, Azazel moved back and focused on healing everyone. The spell took more out of him than it should have. He cast a look at the ground, eyes glowing.

'The Fel energy is growing stronger. Something must be done about this."

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"Hah!" One of the Dranei shouted smashing the last undead. Guts and tainted blood falling to the ground. "Ughh," clutching his head he awakened. The name Shen floated above his head. Azazel watched as the man came to terms with everything pretty quickly. "I am good." He sat down like a Tibetan monk and waited. Which he was actually.

After that, Azazel spread his hands out and twisted the mana in the air. Using a good chunk of the stores in the capital. The first build was in place in an instant.

The good news, the Next Home Base was gathering mana. Albeit really slowly. Such a taint of Fel energy pushing against his plans. But the undead would come again before it is too late at this rate.

The undead campaign was already doomed to fail out of the gate at this rate.