Part five: Warzone
The Three have arrived in the border of Silverpine, where Shadowfang Keep could’ve been seen; though meanwhile, burning barricades, smokes and various spoils of war were scattered in a large area in front of the Greymane wall. “The war still commences.” Said Stonetower. “Worgen of Gilneas and Forsaken remants, fight over the Keep. The Worgen said they seek some kind of Armor, a proper Armor of their Heritage, while Queensguard seek territory.”
Kump and Akamito listened to him, pondering. “It would be better to avoid this Warfront without any engagement, and make our way for Tirisfal. It’ll cause trouble for us, and I believe we’re needed there, as Theobrand said.”
Akamito, after moments of ponder said: “I have a feeling that we should find out what this Armor is, and perhaps claim it, as it may prove useful in our campaign.”
Stonetower, frowning “You know how dangerous there is, don’t you? The Queensguard and the Gilneans will both capture us all upon detection!” He then sighed “I’m wanted by the Queensguard, due to clowning them all.”
Kump, after moments, dismounted and walked. towards a hill behind them, one relatively afar from the now-quiet battlefield.
Upon arrival rose his hands in the sky, calling upon some mysterious entity, mumbling words.
After moments, a masked, large visage appeared in the air, and Kump knelt before it. The two other followed him up, seeing what’s going on.
The visage wasn’t anyone else than Dudflex, the great Loa of Azeroth. Upon seeing this, Akamito and Stonetower too, knelt down.
“Ah… Been a while, and now, why ya have called upon Ol’ Dud?” Said the Loa.
Kump explained the situation to him, and then said: “We need your guidance now.” Dudflex, after moments of silence, answered: “Da armor… It be what ya need. Acquire it and den, go forth to da North.” With saying that, his visage faded.
“So be it.” said Kump, as he stood and looked over at the Keep. “You better be prepared, i doubt anything pleasant awaits us inside.” Said Stonetower, as he pulled up his hood, wearing a mask, and drawing his sword.
The three, sneaked behind a rock, near the road. “I doubt you two have any skills of infiltration, especially you?” Stonetower said, pointing at Akamito. Akamito smirked “You will see.”
There was only one Forsaken guard there, watching the Greymane Wall. A tag on her chest could’ve been seen, “Lilly Blazepast”. Kump sneaked behind her, as Akamito and Stonetower followed.
He sled a piece of paper from her right in front of her, which included some doodle. She noticed the paper, as they quickly crossed the road.
They arrived at the sewers of the Keep, the only entrance which seemed safe, only to hear a LOUD HOWL from the wall. The Worgen appeared at the top of it.
One who wore an eyepatch, yelled: “I, Crowton Blakemore, vow to CLAIM WHAT IS OURS! MARCH, GILNEANS! Allies, rain on the SEPULCHER!”
A Battle has begun.
To be continued…
