It had all started when Jonathan had stumbled across a small gathering behind the Cathedral. He'd ignored them, and simply sat by the lake. Kordrion had approached him subtly (or as subtly as he could in that stone drake form he seemed to enjoy) and suggested a bit of an expedition. The plan was simple, if risky.
They were going to infiltrate the Undercity, and search for Rhudran. It was as good a place as any to start searching. Many of the attackers who'd hit the clinic earlier in the week had been Forsaken, and the Modas had been present as well.
Kordrion carried Jon there on his back with his back, giving him a small explanation of what the plan was. They would enter through the rear entrace at the sewers, and then Jon's knowledge of the Undercity from previous excursions would guide their search.
Upon reaching the entrance to the sewers, Jon dismounted, and Kordrion returned to his normal, human form. As the two snuck past the few, unattentive guards posted by the sewer entrance, one of the Forsaken's monstrous bats homed in on the pair, guided no doubt by a well-honed and well-trained sense of smell, even in such a horrid place as the Undercity.
Putting the creature down and moving the thing's corpse, the two proceeded into the outer ring of the City.
"Where should we check first?" Kordrion looked to Jonathan, speaking as quietly as possible while still being heard by the Worgen with him.
"We'll start in the Apothecarium. Most likely place for the prisoners, but we'll check all four quarters." Jonathan growled. The last time he'd been here had been before his transformation... the stench of the place now tortured his heightened sense of smell and made him nauseous.
Within the Apothecarium, the two moved past the oblivious Forsaken and Orc guards, finding a few cages in a side room packed with human and dwarven captives... but these had been here much longer, and it showed. Rhudran was not among them, either. There was little hope for these, and to release them would only invite certain death to both the captives, and themselves. The two moved on silently.
The War quarter proved even less fruitful - there was ample training facilities for their soldiers, and a small perverse "chapel" where their priests gathered, but no prisoners. Only one thing caught Jonathan's attention.
"Wait a minute... I recognise that one..." He murmured to Kordrion.
"Which one?" Jonathan pointed out the one in the orange and green leather, the clearly grumpy disposition, mercilessly berating some Forsaken adventurer unfortunate enough to have the poor sense to ask for his aid. "Nathanos Blightcaller. I thought our guys took him out!" Jonathan marvelled, referring to a small band of SI:7 agents and a few hired Alliance mercenaries.
"Who is he?" Kordrion asked. Jonathan shook his head lightly.
"The only human to ever be trained with the Rangers of Quel'thalas. Died to the Scourge, but Sylvanas ended up bringing him back. Now he's her Champion."
"So best not to pick a fight with him, then, I guess."
Jonathan nodded, and signaled for Kordrion to move past him.
Upon entering the Mage Quarter, however, things began to heat up. A more attentive guard turning their heads at a stray noise, a trainer pausing mid-sentence before dismissing it as her imagination. Jonathan paused, and forced himself to sniff the air. He fought down a shudder at the stench, and shook his head. There was too much here to sift through, the ever-present odors drowning out anything else that would have told him anything helpful.
They were going to infiltrate the Undercity, and search for Rhudran. It was as good a place as any to start searching. Many of the attackers who'd hit the clinic earlier in the week had been Forsaken, and the Modas had been present as well.
Kordrion carried Jon there on his back with his back, giving him a small explanation of what the plan was. They would enter through the rear entrace at the sewers, and then Jon's knowledge of the Undercity from previous excursions would guide their search.
Upon reaching the entrance to the sewers, Jon dismounted, and Kordrion returned to his normal, human form. As the two snuck past the few, unattentive guards posted by the sewer entrance, one of the Forsaken's monstrous bats homed in on the pair, guided no doubt by a well-honed and well-trained sense of smell, even in such a horrid place as the Undercity.
Putting the creature down and moving the thing's corpse, the two proceeded into the outer ring of the City.
"Where should we check first?" Kordrion looked to Jonathan, speaking as quietly as possible while still being heard by the Worgen with him.
"We'll start in the Apothecarium. Most likely place for the prisoners, but we'll check all four quarters." Jonathan growled. The last time he'd been here had been before his transformation... the stench of the place now tortured his heightened sense of smell and made him nauseous.
Within the Apothecarium, the two moved past the oblivious Forsaken and Orc guards, finding a few cages in a side room packed with human and dwarven captives... but these had been here much longer, and it showed. Rhudran was not among them, either. There was little hope for these, and to release them would only invite certain death to both the captives, and themselves. The two moved on silently.
The War quarter proved even less fruitful - there was ample training facilities for their soldiers, and a small perverse "chapel" where their priests gathered, but no prisoners. Only one thing caught Jonathan's attention.
"Wait a minute... I recognise that one..." He murmured to Kordrion.
"Which one?" Jonathan pointed out the one in the orange and green leather, the clearly grumpy disposition, mercilessly berating some Forsaken adventurer unfortunate enough to have the poor sense to ask for his aid. "Nathanos Blightcaller. I thought our guys took him out!" Jonathan marvelled, referring to a small band of SI:7 agents and a few hired Alliance mercenaries.
"Who is he?" Kordrion asked. Jonathan shook his head lightly.
"The only human to ever be trained with the Rangers of Quel'thalas. Died to the Scourge, but Sylvanas ended up bringing him back. Now he's her Champion."
"So best not to pick a fight with him, then, I guess."
Jonathan nodded, and signaled for Kordrion to move past him.
Upon entering the Mage Quarter, however, things began to heat up. A more attentive guard turning their heads at a stray noise, a trainer pausing mid-sentence before dismissing it as her imagination. Jonathan paused, and forced himself to sniff the air. He fought down a shudder at the stench, and shook his head. There was too much here to sift through, the ever-present odors drowning out anything else that would have told him anything helpful.
