Knocked out and dragged half a continent away by some mad, wild woman. Pissed someone off this time, huh? The orc brought him to the eerily familiar Ruins of Lordaeron, and...into the Lightblade Tower.
Aethelglyth threw Aorune at the staircase with strength the worgen was surprised she had. Looking around, he saw his Ghostlands-friend Fireghoul coming to sit next to him. Amperon, the talking, dancing, singing, and rhyming black whelpling in love with a Draenei was most probably fleeing in terror.
"Alright, orc, you've dragged me across half a subcontinent. What now? I imagine just walking out the door isn't an option."
"I'm here too teach you a lesson, dog!" The orc wildly took Aorune's helmet off and threw it at the wall. She produced a long, razored knife from her belt.
"Smart. I'm sure the Ebon Blade will be just exasperated to know of this treatment to one of their own, including what's basically my own army, perhaps some of your closest friends~"
Aethelglyth narrowed her eyes. "Make your pet move now, he's glaring at me in a bad way."
Aorune rolled his eyes and pointed Fireghoul in the opposite direction.
Aethel went on to cut off the straps connecting Fireblade's pauldrons and armor to the rest of his body. She plunged the knife into Aorune's left shoulder, apparently skinning the worgen alive. He growled, and the orc did the same to the other, and 'Rune couldn't help but yelp at the pain. Fireghoul heard this.
It charged towards Aethelglyth, grabbing for her neck and toppling her over into an all-out wrestling match. As the two fought on the grund, Aorune lurched to the right to get his blade of war and stayed there with it in his hands. The ghoul was now thrashing about, and it took a strong push from the orc to rid herself of him. Fireghoul rushed to the other side of Aorune, just as practiced.
"Fool! I have the powers of the dead. My blood fuels me!" Aorune shouted, as blood dripped on his runeblade. He pointed it forward, and a beam of unholy fire and blood rusehd right into Aethelglyth, who..simply..walled it...away. The orc grinned, and not as sane people grin.
"HOW?" Fireblade yelled, falling back. Aethel followed him halfway up the stairs, until Fireghoul came from behind, having been forgotten, and grabbed for the axes at her back. The orc snorted, pushed, and the ghoul went flying into the wall.
"Just give up already!" the orc probably said, but the next chaos overwhelms whatever she said.
"DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH, DUUUH!" Amperon charged in and into Aethel he did, blowing scorching smoke in her eyes. As the orc cursed and rid herself of the smoke, Amperon went up to Aorune.
"Miss me, master?"
"You've no idea, Amperon. I'm actually glad you're here."
The sound of a teleportation sounded, and sure enough was the petite and pale Judiel Fireblade at the door. "Now, if only I can manage to get the door ope- What the fel is this?"
"I hear you're a more powerful mage than you let on, Judiel," Aethelglyth calmly said, staring now at the undead woman, who backed away a foot or so.
Later, Judiel would recount saying something afterwards that would be too violent for public forums~
As Aorune slowly walked away, the orc's full attention was now focused on the pyromancer, who launched two infuriated fireballs at her adversary. In three seconds, both were away in a flash of dark, and a flash of fire.
"That was boring," Aethel remarked.
Aethelglyth threw Aorune at the staircase with strength the worgen was surprised she had. Looking around, he saw his Ghostlands-friend Fireghoul coming to sit next to him. Amperon, the talking, dancing, singing, and rhyming black whelpling in love with a Draenei was most probably fleeing in terror.
"Alright, orc, you've dragged me across half a subcontinent. What now? I imagine just walking out the door isn't an option."
"I'm here too teach you a lesson, dog!" The orc wildly took Aorune's helmet off and threw it at the wall. She produced a long, razored knife from her belt.
"Smart. I'm sure the Ebon Blade will be just exasperated to know of this treatment to one of their own, including what's basically my own army, perhaps some of your closest friends~"
Aethelglyth narrowed her eyes. "Make your pet move now, he's glaring at me in a bad way."
Aorune rolled his eyes and pointed Fireghoul in the opposite direction.
Aethel went on to cut off the straps connecting Fireblade's pauldrons and armor to the rest of his body. She plunged the knife into Aorune's left shoulder, apparently skinning the worgen alive. He growled, and the orc did the same to the other, and 'Rune couldn't help but yelp at the pain. Fireghoul heard this.
It charged towards Aethelglyth, grabbing for her neck and toppling her over into an all-out wrestling match. As the two fought on the grund, Aorune lurched to the right to get his blade of war and stayed there with it in his hands. The ghoul was now thrashing about, and it took a strong push from the orc to rid herself of him. Fireghoul rushed to the other side of Aorune, just as practiced.
"Fool! I have the powers of the dead. My blood fuels me!" Aorune shouted, as blood dripped on his runeblade. He pointed it forward, and a beam of unholy fire and blood rusehd right into Aethelglyth, who..simply..walled it...away. The orc grinned, and not as sane people grin.
"HOW?" Fireblade yelled, falling back. Aethel followed him halfway up the stairs, until Fireghoul came from behind, having been forgotten, and grabbed for the axes at her back. The orc snorted, pushed, and the ghoul went flying into the wall.
"Just give up already!" the orc probably said, but the next chaos overwhelms whatever she said.
"DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH, DUUUH!" Amperon charged in and into Aethel he did, blowing scorching smoke in her eyes. As the orc cursed and rid herself of the smoke, Amperon went up to Aorune.
"Miss me, master?"
"You've no idea, Amperon. I'm actually glad you're here."
The sound of a teleportation sounded, and sure enough was the petite and pale Judiel Fireblade at the door. "Now, if only I can manage to get the door ope- What the fel is this?"
"I hear you're a more powerful mage than you let on, Judiel," Aethelglyth calmly said, staring now at the undead woman, who backed away a foot or so.
Later, Judiel would recount saying something afterwards that would be too violent for public forums~
As Aorune slowly walked away, the orc's full attention was now focused on the pyromancer, who launched two infuriated fireballs at her adversary. In three seconds, both were away in a flash of dark, and a flash of fire.
"That was boring," Aethel remarked.
