Eantu sat down at the table in the dining hall as his mind raced through what the Wardens had said. The mission would begin in twenty minutes. The Draenei let a small smile form on his face as he grabbed a large glass filled with something that smelled good and downed it in one gulp. Black Rook Hold. The name made him slightly uneasy but this was his chance to fight the legion. His eyes returned to the Wardens as the subject of the Shadowsong siblings was brought up. He had heard of Warden Maiev Shadowsong, but the one known as Jarod, this was his first time hearing about him.

He pulled the sword off of his back and and he grabbed a cloth and began to absently wipe some previously unseen fel-blood off of it and he let out a sigh as he saw the sword had a small crack in it. Damn Fel-guards, their heads are so thick they do more damage with them then with their weapons. "I am curious, what happens if we don't find the Shadowsongs?" He asked carefully. He meant no disrespect to the Wardens but it was still a possibility.

Alina Erebos

"Pardon my bluntness, death knight... But I don't believe you are in a position to question allegiances due to your... background. Remember, your kind wasn't and really isn't that much welcomed anywhere, just like these Demon Hunters are. I believe you both bring about uneasiness to anyone you come across. However, you can slightly assume that, due to how the warden's operate, everyone here has, at the very least, a slight degree of intellect and combat prowess. And when you look at their leader in that light, I highly doubt they would succumb to the Legion."

After her rather short speech towards Rina, she placed the cup of empty tea on the table, getting up from her chair and pushing it back into place along the tableside. "If you excuse me." She told Solares, bowing slightly out of respect and signifying that she were leaving. Her reasons for doing so were to explore the place in peace, away from the stench of death and decay that was haunting the other room, spoiling her appetite in the process. And while she did make note of the other Blood Elf whom was in the room, at this point she didn't feel like introducing herself to anyone. In fact, she hadn't yet, and didn't see herself doing so anytime soon.

Instead, she saw herself looking for a suitable room that would meet her needs. Nothing to big nor too small, but a place where she could study various scriptures in solitude. Though, she doubted any if the group would be interested in such affairs, seeing as a majority of them were, in her eyes, not followers of the light or something similar. She herself, while following some of its teachings, was not a perfect holy priest. In fact, she studied the light, but followed her own path. The light could be seen as a tool, and so long as she believed that she was doing what was right, she had confidence that the light would not leave her like it had to some before. For to her, while the light wasn't perfect, she felt it was far more reliable than the alternative that she has had to use on rare occasions.

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Aluressa looked towards Solares for a moment and nodded slowly as she started to follow behind the others gently patting the fel bat's neck as she made her way into the banquet hall of the hold. She approached the table and sat down at it she looked around at the other races that had been assembled in front of her. Her eye listening to the briefing that the Warden was giving to them, Aluressa ran a hand through her hair as she leaned forward her head slowly following Alina's and shook her head and rolled her eyes. Aluressa didn't like nor dislike Death Knights as they had no choice on them being turned.

The Demon Hunter remained very quiet as the others spoke, then once the briefing had been finished Aluressa slowly got up from where she was sitting she didn't have any questions as of yet. She knew her job was to hunt down and stop any demons that threatened Azeroth, Aluressa looked towards the Warden. "If you need me I will be around." Aluressa said as she turned around to leave the room.

After Alina had finished speaking, Solares added her own piece to the debate at hand. “Ignorance is also a swift step into the grave, Death Knight. We are fully aware of her questionable past, but her actions in the many years that passed since those times have helped change our view of her. Regardless, her knowledge of the Legion and long history of fighting them makes her an indispensable and very important addition to our ranks. If it makes you feel any better, Sira Moonshadow is the current leader of the Wardens.” Solares turned to her right and motioned at Alina, “What the priest says is true though, Death Knight. Never forget who you served not that long ago and the horrific crimes you and your kind committed against Azeroth and her people.”

The Warden turned to her left to give some sort of instruction to the Forsaken Monk but she had left during the debate. “Where did the Monk run off to?” asked Solares while crossing her arms over her chest, speaking in a tone of irritation. “Not entirely sure, I saw her leave the dining room but besides that I have no idea.” Said Nesalla who now stood at the back of the room, her helmet fixed back onto her head. “Let us hope she shows at the docks.” Said Solares under her breath before walking through the dining room towards the exit of the Stronghold.

Thirty minutes would pass before both Nesalla, Solares and the squad found themselves at the docks, boarding a small Nightelven boat that would lead them to the shores of Val'sharah. The trip would take a short amount of time, even though the winds and waters of the ocean were oddly violent that day. Once they touched down upon the shore of Va'Sharah, the would unload before the boat vanished into the distance, returning to the island that they had arrived from. By now, it was early afternoon and a heavy overcast and moved into the lands, creating a thick gray blanket that drowned out most of the sunlight above, creating a gloomy look.

"The Temple of Elune is not far, just follow the infernals that are falling from the sky, where we want to go is where they are landing." said Solares, pointing into the distance with her left hand index finger. In the distance, green streaks of fire showed through the heavy overcast and then vanished before a bright flash of emerald green light emitted from where they were landing."As soon as we arrive, we will be attacked, so be prepared for combat at any moment." this time, Nesalla gave the warning while moving forward.

It would not take long for the group to arrive to the temple that now had a flood of demons rushing towards it with infernals holding up the rear. In a blur of movement, both the Wardens had quickly engaged targets of their choice, the sound of squealing demons followed as blood started to flow across the holy grounds. Somewhere behind the squad, the female bloodelf paladin that had been sitting alone inside of the dining room had now appeared, "We don't get paid to stand around, come on now." The bloodelf stepped past the group and quickly engaged the demons in melee combat. The area had quickly turned into a chaotic warzone of constant movement where not only Priests and Priestesses of Elune fought but also allied forces who aimed to push back the tide of demons, along with the Wardens.

Thalion sighed and stood up as the long-winded meeting finally wrapped up. Mission assigned, destination determined, it was time for them to get to work. The shaking of his hands was not from fear. The temple of Elune was just a few minutes ride across the relatively calm landscape, given that the legion had begun a full scale invasion, and sure enough he saw the infernals raining from the sky in the distance. A few short minutes later he arrived at the battlefield with the priestesses and guards fighting the seemingly endless waves of demons. Despite the warning given earlier about staying with a group and not rushing off, his blood was at a boil. Nothing could stop him from putting his curved swords to use.

Sprinting forward the Outlaw rogue drew out one sword and a handheld pistol-like object fitted with a sharpened spearhead. Mid-run he fired the long grappling hook into the nearest infernal as it lumbered towards the line of defenders. The sharp end of the chain struck the rock like body of the infernal and quickly tightened, reeling in the chain but unable to pull the creature down. Instead it brought the Blood Elf forward. His blade struck the infernals burning green skull at full speed, slicing right through. Thalion extracted the grappling hook head from the crumbling demons body and fell lightly to the ground in a controlled roll, coming up with both blades swinging. The soft flesh of another demon parted with ease but did not fall.
Enraged and wounded the felguard raised its poleaxe and struck down hard at the source of its pain and struck only dirt, the nimble elf darting between its legs. Both blades slashed just above the hard metal plated boots and bit deep into the meat of its thighs. Its howl of pain before it buckled on its numb legs was a warning to the others in the field. Thalion drove both blades into its back to end its life forever.

Rather than face the now aware demons, the clever rogue wisely disengaged from the combat and returned to the line of defenders to fill in the first gap he found in their line. From there he simply waited and cut down any demons that approached the line. One such demon, an imp, hurled a small fireball. The damage was minimal, a minor burn to his clothing and a grunt of pain. The retaliation was swift. Dropping his left hand weapon he drew a concealed pistol and fired, taking the creature in the eye to kill it before holstering the firearm again and reclaiming his sword.

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"I didn't accept pay anyway," replied Rina, drawing her two runeblades, calmly walking off the boat and into the fray. Outside she seemed like the epitome of coolness, albeit that was held by her training. Underneath, it was a cool ember - ready to be burst into an inferno.

"FOR ELUNE!" she screamed then, jumping into the largest horde of demons. Her screams echoed in the wind, and against the demons - the cold winds turning against them, as the kal'dorei death knight, breathed ice at her enemies. Before engaging as a whirlwind into the demonic horde. Her blood was boiling and her rage unleashed - she slashed and cut down the demons where she saw them.

Letting her armor and blades absorb the shock or damage - pain was a familiar friend to her nowadays, to many death knight. And after having been in the service of death - well, death wasn't much scary to her anymore. Only thing mattered, was killing as many of the demons before her time. Each blow she dealt and received increased her power.

"TASTE DEATH' EMBRACE!" roared Rina, being surrounded by the demons - before conjuring a powerful whirlwind of icy winds around her, that tore at the demons around them. Slowing them and even freezing a few in their places - throughout it, Rina held a calm grin on her face. Able to finally turn this power against its former masters.

Eantu stared at the countless demons and smiled grimly as he pulled his cracked sword off his back and took a deep breath before charging at the mass of demons. "FOR THE EXODAR!" he roared as he cut the arm off a surprised looking fel-guard who hadn't seen him charging into their midst. Before the Fel-guard had a chance to react to the sight of it's arm laying on the ground, he managed to cut it's head off and was barely able to bring his sword up to block a massive looking axe. Eantu smiled as he managed to deflect the sharp edge of the axe away for a brief moment and his sword slammed into the Fel-guard's head before it could react, leaving it's head on the ground.

The Draenei felt the light filling him, he could feel it empowering him with massive amounts of strength and he could feel it refreshing his sore muscles so he could keep going. He felt the heat of fel-fire of a near miss as a nearby demon took a swing at him only to miss by a few centimeters. Eantu responded by bringing his sword around and cutting the legs of the demon out from under him. A sudden cracking sound reached his ears and his eyes widened as he saw the crack in his sword grow expand in size. Looks like I need something new. He thought as he grabbed the fallen fel-guard's axe in one hand with his beaten and battered sword in the other and smiled at a group of oncoming demons.

"Face me if you dare!" He roared.

Alina Erebos

Alina's eyes flared with determination as she stood slightly behind the line of defenders, retribution just in reach. She did not forget the hard fought tragedies that had occurred here on this accursed isle. So many people lost... Yet none of them mattered to her except two people that. The very memories tortured her mind, watching as Tirion Fordring was suspended in air by Gul'Dan. She wanted to help, they all did, yet all they could do was watch as his light was burnt to a crisp, falling into the fel lava below. She remembered vividly the tears that streamed down her face in anguish as she protected her fellow Alliance members during the fight against that foul demon... However, that battle taught her that the light wasn't impenetrable. Even the strongest Paladin she had known, one whose connection to the light she considered absolute, had failed him, and she was determined not to let that happen again.
No one would die from abandonment today. She would make sure of it.

Staring ahead, she could feel the light's presence with her, reassuring her to lash out and send these demons back to the hell that they crawled out from. It was here that she noticed the paladin fighting without holding back, and she would have to do the same. An infernal made his presence known to Alina as she watched it crash nearby, releasing an inferno of fel fire around it as it charged at the defenders.
Allowing the light to channel through her, Alina's first reaction was to quickly summon that light into a pillar of holy fire crashing down upon the Infernal, and with a smile she watched as it's flame was being consumed by her own cleansing one.
She then raised her right hand in a haste, firing off a volley of holy light away from her and slamming into the infernal's chest, causing it to stumble in agony before shattering back into rubble. Oh... she knew she was going to enjoy this.

@MechonRaptor@Chev

Thalion Runescar

Thalion followed the fight closely from the line of defenders as more of the group arrived and found where they fit. The two most notable for him were the Paladin with the cracking weapon and the priestess. If he had chosen a side in the conflict over the years between the two factions, his choice might have been more difficult.
His blades bit into the back of a Felguard lumbering at Eantus flank as he battled others in front with great strength. The demon turned to face the source of its pain but found nothing behind it, yet still felt the sting of something in its back. Clumsily reaching a free hand behind it to dislodge the source of its pain, a new level of anguish assailed it as the dumb creatures hand fell to ribbons. A wet gurgle escaped it's lips as Thalion slit it's throat from behind before slumping to the ground.

"I will watch your back, Draenai. If your weapon breaks just pick up one of theirs."

Though he knew the Draenai paladin needed to encouragement to do just that, the rogue liked to be sure.
Grasping a bow from a fallen defender of Elunes sacred temple he drew back a fallen arrow and let fly at a swooping felbat, the Golden arrow exploding through its wing, sending it tumbling in a heap near the priestess for easy smiting.
Thalion caught her eyes for an instant and nodded as he drew his blades. He would do his best to protect the area between priest and paladin.

A large Wrathguard suddenly appeared from the void portal, raiding its weapons and charging forward through its own ranks, heading right for the Temple of Elune. It shrugged off most attacks but seemed to be slowing down due to the troops that had focused all of their attacks upon the demon. "Nesalla, take that Wrathguard down before it reaches...." Solares had yelled out orders for Nesalla to open fire but hadn't managed to finish give them. Two arrows flew from Nesallas bow and struck the demon's head, lodging themselves deep into its skull. "Already taken care of." said Nesalla who watched in satisfaction while the wrathguard fell upon a group of smaller demons, crushing them with squeals and a loud crunch. Suddenly, its head exploded in a grotesque shower of gore that rained down upon all those that were near its corpse. "Late detonation of explosive arrowheads, that was my bad." Nesalla yelled out to all those that had been close enough to be covered in fel blood. A soft smile had found its way upon Nesallas face as she strung normal arrows and readied herself to fire once more.

Solares shielded herself from some of the larger pieces of bloody debris that flew in every direction. Using her sword to swipe and stab at the ranks of demons that laid before her, she pressed forward, using the newly found chaos to her advantage. Occasionally, she would feel a demon attack her but very little to no pain, thanks to her armor. The battle was actually turning in their favor, the number of demons that were pouring from the portal had greatly lessened, some even turned and ran back into it. Victory seemed near, that was until a Doom Lord appeared, merely stepping on anything that got in its way. "I enjoy watching all of you pathetic mortals scramble across the ground while you struggle to survive." With one swipe of its sword, it sent a shock wave across the ground, knocking back friend and foe alike. To the Doom Lord, the battle was just a game, a game it knew it could win.

Solares was quick to fall back and out of the doom lords range, Nesalla did the same but fired off arrows in its direction while retreating to the temple. Someone yelled out for everyone to fallback, which the forces did. "It's just like any other demon, we can and will defeat it." said Solares, "Squad, don't let him take the temple, send him back to the nether where he belongs." Two explosive arrows hit the Dread lord and exploded contact, causing the Doom Lord to stumble momentarily before regaining itself. "You attacks are pathetic, come and meet your death, heros of Azeroth." Nesalla fired two more arrows that this time stuck in his body, the demon was now pissed and heading right for Nesalla who fired arrow after arrow at it, turning the doom lord into a large, living pin cushion. "Need some help over here, if it's not to much trouble." she yelled as the ground forces moved to help bring down the doom lord.

@Andromedai

"Gladly," replied Rina, cleaving two demons apart that were troubling her - before running forward. She soon send a blast ice into the face of the Doom Lord - to try and get its attention. "Over here, you giant meatbag."

"And I already met Death, he was the same equal pathetic asshole as you guys," she spoke, slicing at his legs - before jumping back infront of him. "And he ended up dead, like you will be. Come on!"

She added several ice chains, that wrapped around the Doom Lord - taunting it, with everything she had learned. While she was preparing for the demon' counter-attack - all the while, throwing several blasts of ice into his face. While this was merely a means to an end - she was waiting for the demon to attack her. She was prepared to use - the ancient death magic, namely of Dark Simulacrum. Anything the demon decided to throw at her, she would reflect back at him - albeit, it would likely sting a great deal.

"I will watch your back, Draenai. If your weapon breaks just pick up one of theirs."

"Gladly!" Eantu shouted as he sliced through two demons with his cracked sword and the Fel-guard's axe sliced through the head of a third. Eantu smiled as demon blood continued to flow.

"You attacks are pathetic, come and meet your death, heros of Azeroth."

"Need some help over here, if it's not to much trouble."

"Well, this is new. I haven't killed one of you before." Eantu said with a grim smile as he saw the Doomguard appear and begin attacking the group. "For Azeroth!" The angry Draenei shouted as he ran at the Doomguard and pulled back his left arm which was holding the Fel-Guard's axe and launched it directly at the Doomguard's face as he began to channel the power of the light into his cracked sword.

Alina Erebos

Alina retracted slightly from her focus upon a sudden felbat crashing into the ground beside her, injured but not dead due to some sort of golden explosion she had seen in the sky. Turning to face the direction of where the area could have came from, she noticed the elf whom was a part of her group holding some sort of bow that some defenders of Elune were using, her eyes locking with him briefly as she realized his intentions, returning him a nod to signify she understood his intentions. Returning her focus to the struggling demon bat, her hands glowed a bright, resolute light as she glared at it with disgust. "May the light purge you!" She yelled, smiting the bat without restrain and watching it writhe before dying. Satisfied with the dead felbat, she turned her attention to a new threat, one that made her filled with both a burning desire to purge it from this land, and yet a similar desire to make sure her group doesn't get injured in the process.

However, the demon that looked like some sort of Doomguard, but she knew that it's power surpassed a doomguard... And if that was the case, she wasn't sure if they would be able to stop it, but she wasn't afraid to try. They had stopped something of similar power on the Broken Shore, but that was with the combined forces of the Alliance and Horde. And while they were both grouped together with the warden's now, she could still remember the death of Tirion by it's hand. In fact, it seemed after some attempts from the Wardens, the others were recklessly throwing themselves into the fray without a plan. The death knight was using it's own frigid spells in an attempt to grab it's attention, something Alina wasn't so sure would be wise. Sure, she knew death knights didn't feel pain, but she also knew that they'd be dead if they allowed themselves to be crushed or destroyed beyond repair. The paladin, too, was charging without restraint, causing Alina to stare at them in anger before rushing to their aid, shouting at them:

"Be wary! A demon of similar power killed Tirion Fordring! I'll protect us as best I can!" Making sure to keep her attention on the Doomlord along with her distance, she took a deep breath before focusing the light onto the Draenei into a shield. She knew it wouldn't last long, but hopefully it would be able to protect him from a singular attack. Taking another breath, she swiftly raised her left hand and fired 3 bolts of light at the Doomlord's face.

@MechonRaptor

"Be wary! A demon of similar power killed Tirion Ford ring!"

Thalion held back a startled gasp at the unexpected news. He had known about the assault on the broken isles and the death of Warchief Vol'Jin, the events around it had led to Sylvanas' rise to head of the horde.
But Tirion had fought, and slain, the Lich king himself. Fueled by the lights infinite strength he had seemed the embodiment of Azeroths hopes made flesh. A statue had been raised in Dalaran in his honor.. now he was nothing but a memory.

A chill ran up his spine that was not caused by the death knight.

Thalion rushed alongside the priestess, sword and pistol drawn and ready as they approached the wrathguard behind the Paladin and the death guard. The priestess would be occupied keeping the meat of the group alive, so he focused on keeping her alive.

"I've got your back." He whispered before seeming to simply disappear.

Stealthed and waiting, Thalion moved quietly in the surrounding area, bashing any demon waiting in the shadows into the open for the guardsame to finish.
The trash was still in great number, even if the biggest piece was storming it's way forward.
His pistol fired as he ambushed a demon from behind, grazing it's shoulder as it suddenly ducked before swinging around violently, greats word leading.

Thalion leapt above the blade and felt it's keen edge whistle mere inches below him. Another shot fired before he hit the ground in a controlled roll, coming up on both feet with his Swords in either hand.
A burst of fell-flame erupted in a green wave from his target as the demon laughed, expecting the pesky rogue to be incinerated.

Wreathed in writhing shadows he came out untouched from the gout of killing fire, much to the shock of the stupid demon. Both curved blades punched into its chest simultaneously ending it's life.
Thalion was stealthed and roaming the immediate area around the priestess before it ever hit the ground.
A trickle of red blood mixed with the green of demons as the rogue cursed his luck. 3 small claw lines across his back had cut through the shirt and lightly into his back while he had been fighting the bigger threat.
Thalion cursed at himself quietly for allowing himself to be injured, however slightly.
A quick swallow from the hip flask, a crimson vial, started his flesh on the healing process, accelerated by the philosophers stone pinned in his coat.

"Whew! What a fight, huh?"

There was no possible way Melody was involved in that fight at all. The fact alone that she casually sauntered up after Thalion dealt the killing blow to the Doomguard was more than enough to suggest that she actually sat back and watched instead of getting involved, but that did not explain why she was enveloped in viscera. Deep greenish stains littered her Chi-ji uniform and there were pieces of demon stuck in crevices, tangled in her hair, clinging to those sharpened teeth that were settled into an ecstatic shit-eating grin. She held the self-confidence of someone who had done something during the battle that greatly ameliorated her own situation, and the smugness of someone who wasn't going to tell - even if her life depended on it. She walked with a slow, contented gait and peered across the bloodied and wounded squadron, tapping her chin thoughtfully. Her gaze slipped up to the temple of Elune with the same thoughtfulness before she rather jovially shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I have my orders now...I guess it's time to get to work."

Melody's arrival on the battlefield (or perhaps her decision to make her presence known, given she had clearly fought some demons recently) did not stop the greatly lessened flow of demons out of the portal. For the first time, the Wardens and their mercenaries were able to see what it was that made such an impish and intolerable forsaken actually useful for the team. As her black leathery tongue ran down the length of her felblood-soaked claws, Melody's eyes widened as her coy grin turned into a wide and excited smile. She wheeled around and dashed eagerly into the fray, giggling as she went. Those with a magical inclination would be able to feel the sudden swell of energy, the purity of Chi building to a very dangerous level within the forsaken - to the point where wisps of jade smoke were hissing through her exposed joints and the holes scattered around her face. The first demon she came into contact with received a shoulder tackle that shouldn't have thrown it back as far as it did, considering Melody's size. Her momentum was lessened upon impact and she used this to suddenly change direction and launch herself onto the succubus adjacent to her, teeth sinking in and ripping out her throat in a glut of green blood whilst her talons eagerly dug into the succubus' exposed midriff and disembowelled her. Fists still embedded in the corpse of her first kill, Melody suddenly pulled the body close to her and used it as a meat-shield to stop the blade of the felguard which followed.

She said something to her new foe that couldn't be heard over the battle as she shook the pieces of meat off her arms. The Felguard was quick to try and cleave Melody in twain, but Melody was quicker; she hopped backwards and then sprinted up the edge of the weapon, slicing her own feet to jump-kick the Felguard in the jaw. Her feet were glowing with the same unearthly power that she was oozing from her body, and the observant may note how those deep gashes in her soles were already healing as the foot collided with the Felguard's jaw and sent his head to the side with such vicious force that the neck snapped. Melody cheered with childish joy as she balanced perfectly on the falling body, immediately jumping onto a hungry Felhound which sought to ambush her during the descent. Instead of killing this one though, she grabbed the mana-siphoning suckers and pulled sharply. The beast reared up in pain and was driven into a frenzy as Melody ripped the appendages clean off, clinging onto its horns for dear life as it snapped and ripped into a small pack of imps unfortunate enough to be in the way.

This explained why Melody arrived covered in gore, and her cheery demeanour - the girl was completely bonkers. At least the demons were purely focused on killing the others; Melody was torturing this Felhound, sadistically using it to get rid of other demons. Judging by the peal of elated laughter that could be heard over the roars of the beast, the depraved monk actually revelled in the carnage. Coupled with the augmented strength and speed granted to her by the overpowering aura of Chi energy, it became apparent why Khadgar decided to send Melody into the battle instead of a calmer, saner monk; Melody fought like a demon.

The Doom Lord watched in amusement as many of the Wardens squad members rushed fool heartedly towards it before striking out with their spells and abilities. In response, the Doom Lord raised its left leg high into the air before slamming its hooved foot into the ground, creating a shockwave of immense power. The Fel-Guard axe that Eantu had thrown at it was knocked back from the invisible wave of energy, sending it flying past the temple of Elune and into the lush forest behind it. Anyone within its range would have been knocked back quite a distance and dazed for a moment while the Doom Lord turned its attention to the temple.

Andromedai had been knocked back quite a distance but had managed to regain herself rather quickly, just in time to see the Doom Lord begin to advance once more. Looking around her for any casualties, she noticed that the shockwave had loosened some of the massive stone towers at the front of the Temple of Elune. With the right amount of force, one of the stone towers could be knocked over and potentially fall on top of the Doom Lord, either killing it or crippling it. The odds were against them, Andromedai knew this but there was little other choice in defeating the Doom Lord. Bringing two fingers to her lips she was about to let forth a sharp whistle when she and most likely the rest of the squad saw Melody riding around on the back of a Felhound. “Never a dull day with this Forsaken around, it would seem.” thought Andromedai to herself before completing her whistle. Once she had her squads attention, she pointed up at the loose stone tower that the Doom Lord would pass by shortly.

Nesalla was the first to realize what the Bloodelf Paladin was saying, “This is crazy enough to work.” She thought to herself before moving into position to try and slow the Doom Lord so that they would have more time to prepare the trap. "I'm out of explosive arrows, someone take the tower down by any means nessescary!" While Nesalla yelled out to the squad, Solares had circled back around to the rear of the Doom Lord and had now begun to attack it's ankles in a blur of motion, knowing quite well that the Doom Lord could slam one of its hooved feet upon the ground, creating that devastating shockwave once more. There was little time left for Andromdai's plan to work and if they were going to actually knock the tower over, someone was going to have to think of something quickly.

"Be wary! A demon of similar power killed Tirion Fordring!"

Eantu narrowed his eyes and let a growl escape his throat as the Fel-guard's weapon that had been thrown at the demon was sent flying away by the shock-wave. So, this was a demon that was close in power to the one that had killed Fordring? He might not be able to kill the same one that had taken the life of Tirion, but he figured the death of the doom guard would balance out the universe a little bit, if not the battlefield they fought on now. Still, one less demon was always a good thing in his eyes.

"I'm out of explosive arrows, someone take the tower down by any means nessescary!" Eantu smiled a grim smile as he continued to channel the power of the light through his own cracked sword. The sword was glowing brightly now as Eantu took careful aim at the tower with the brightly glowing sword.

"Ready when you are." He called to Nesalla.

Rina threw more ice chains around the Doom Lord' feet, in the hope that it would prevent him - from smashing them into the ground again. There was a certain naturality, to having big giants tripping on their own weight.

"I will keep the Doom Lord busy! Get to it, Paladin!" spoke Rina to Eantu, she then started freezing the feet of the Doom Lord - pouring much runic power into her ice powers.

She was trying to prevent the demon from smashing them apart again - it would give some satisfaction for herself, as they could take down this certain type of demon. Payback indeed, Fordring wasn't spoken much - yet he was respected, for his help in freeing the Death Knights from the Lich King' control. So it was action well spent on this.

Alina immediately regretted her positioning when the shockwave was sent, feeling as if she had gotten to close, or perhaps it was how she was rather frail physically that had her getting sent a reasonable distance away. It took her a second to realize that what she saw in front of her was not the ground, but rather the sky, felbats swooping in various directions and causing the Priestess to hastily push herself to a kneel in hopes of recuperating. As she kneel there, regaining her composure, she stared at the battlefield ahead attempting to find a solution to the problem. She knew her own light spells were having little if no effect, and it frustrated her... Just like how the forsaken was frustrating her when Alina realized she had made her way to the fray with little to no plan except cause havoc. Sure, she was slaying demons left and right, but perhaps her own prejudices were clouding her judgement.

Though, thoughts of the monk were interrupted when she heard some sort of whistle, looking over in the direction and following the pointing to the tower. For a brief moment Alina was confused as she stared at it until she began to notice their rather rough shape and location. It was then that she heard someone shout to take it down by any means necessary, and immediately realized the plan. Taking another look at the battlefield, some were going after the demon, however this time it would most likely be a distraction. Turning to her Alliance Paladin, she noticed that he was channeling the light into his sword, and she rushed to his side.

Upon arriving next to him, she allowed her own light to manifest itself into a barrier in their small area, protecting them from outer attacks so that they could better charge their light.
"That should help us focus on getting this done right." She told him, this time channeling the light into herself, her hands glowing brightly as she awaited for the word for when to lower her barrier.

Thalion Runescar

The Demon Lord raised one giant hoof just as Thalion turned to gaze upon it. Like the priestess, he was too close to avoid being hit by it. So instead he went with it completely. As the demons limb struck the ground, Thalion jumped backwards with the blastwave and flew a great distance before unexpectedly colliding with something large and solid. Very solid. Had it not been for the padding on his leather armor, or the metal in the helmet, the rogue might very well have cracked something important. Still, disoriented and dizzy, he could only stare at the others pointing in his direction as the world began to focus a little bit more every time he blinked.

"I'm out of explosive arrows, someone take the tower down by any means nessescary!"

Thalion glanced behind him at what he'd struck. Realization hit him almost as hard as the tower had..

"I gotta start looking before I leap..." He mumbled below his breathe.

Reaching into his pouch of holding on his hip, Thalion pulled out 3 small circular objects with a long fuse attached to each one. The Uncrowned in Dalaran had called them sticky bombs, as they stuck rather well to any surface before making a very loud BANG, usually to the dismay of whatever he attached them to. Shaking away the dizziness he rose to his feet and slapped all 3 of the small but powerful explosives the side of the tower before waving frantically at the group. If even one of them could strike the cluster even slightly, they would all go off and the tower would fall.
One sword in hand, the other laying close by on the ground, the rogue took a short job away from the bombs he had planted and over to his fallen blade. A peculiar sight caught his eye as he bent down to pick it up though. Her laughter was infectious, if ill timed, but the image of the forsaken monk riding a wounded Felhound brought the ghost of a smile to Thalions normally unexpressive face. Despite the grimness of the battlefield and likely a good chance of untimely death, he again reached into his pouch and threw what he grabbed.
His aim was spot on as the thin glass vial shattered in the snapping maw of the Felhound who greedily swallowed and chewed even as the shards cut its tongue and throat. The healing drought he made was replenishing its vitality faster than the glass could cause harm.
The result would be a very angry Felhound and a much, MUCH, angrier ride.