User:Akairos123/Purging of the Alliance and Horde

This article is fan fiction.
The contents herein are entirely player made and in no way represent official Warcraft lore or history. The characters and events listed are of an independent nature and are applied for roleplaying purposes only.

Background

The Legion has been expelled from Shadowmoon Valley, the Deathforge taken and demon portals closed. The Illidari has delivered a crushing blow to the legion. The most significant threats in the valley remains the forces of Shattrath, and they continue to assault the gates and structures of the Illidari.

Downtime

Commander Elanor Sunseeker was knocked to the ground with a crash, she was out of energy, her opponents heavy boot steps thudded towards her. Elanor wanted to run but she was cornered at the edge of the temple walls, she turned to the edge and prepared to jump and activate her immunity shield, but it was to late, the man had her by the leg and a look of terror washed over Commander Sunseeker's face.

"You need to conserve your energy more." He said, released her leg and offering her his hand.

Commander Sunseeker sighed and took the man's hand, and got up off the floor.

"Thank you Grand Blood-Lord." She said.

"Of course Commander." Akairos responded with a smirk.

Commander Elanor had been receiving training from the Blood-Lord since her exemplary actions during the siege of Legion Hold, together they walked down the Grand Promenade and Akairos sat down against a wall, his armor clattering as he sat down.

"It's not fair though sir, you have to much of an advantage."

"Oh?" Akairos asked, craning his neck to see who was coming.

"Of course, we started our sparing and then five seconds later I was flat on my ass in terror. Hardly fair to judge me like that." She replied.

"I guess, but you responded in kind and damn nearly melted my boots to the floor with that blasted consecrated ground." Akairos said, getting up as the walking person drew closer.

"Yeah, but I...sir? What're ya looking at?" She asked.

Radinius the Silent, one of the Master Demon Hunters of the Illidari was approaching. Akairos stepped forward to greet him and Radinius knelt before Akairos, nodding to Commander Sunseeker in acknowledgment. Radinius stood up and grabbed Akairos by the arm, in his head Akairos could see images of Alliance forces fighting at the Dragonmaw fortress and the Dragonmaw Chieftain being slain and the Netherdrake Matriarch being released along with several Netherdrakes.

"Curse them! Damn it! It took those tamers weeks to train those Netherdrakes. We lost over 20 during the siege and now we just lost, what? Maybe 10 more?" Akairos shouted, growing very angry. "How did they get in Radinius?" Akairos's head filled with images of rogue Netherdragons providing disguises Radinius stood there, his expression unchanging and showed Akairos images of him brutally killing the escaping Alliance.

"Serves them damn well right." Akairos said, taking Radinius's hand off his arm and storming off. "We'll continue tomorrow Commander!" Akairos shouted back.

Akairos stormed up the Grand Promenade and past the sentries outside the Chamber of Command and walked in, finding Mistress Alessandra stretched out on a sofa on the back of a platform, incense burner filled with mana thistle.

"Mistress!" Akairos shouted.

"Whoa!" Mistress Alessandra yelped with a startle, accidentally knocking over her burner. "My thistle!...What could be so urgent as to interrupt my personal time?"

"It's those damned, insignificant, stupid..." Akairos paused. "DEATHLORD VARION! Where are you?!?" Akairos shouted.

Varion's death gate appeared in front of his command chair. "What is it Blood-Lord?" He sighed.

"It's time to kill, take your Darkfallen and go kill, maim, and slaughter those alliance pigs who have just released our Netherdrakes! Capture the Netherdrakes back to, take a regiment of Fel Orc tamers for them."

"Of course sir." Varion said with a smile and walked towards the chamber door Emailon appeared, blocking Varion.

"Move you cursed hunter! I have things to take care of."

"Always the master of subtlety I see Varion." Emailon said, his eyebrows furrowing. "Yes, go kill them, slaughter them all, then wait for the Shattrath forces to get wind of it and they'll double their forces here. Our Satyr summoners almost can't keep up with the current assaults, we have two of our Dreadlords stationed outside too, I'd rather not be forced to deploy stronger security forces least we reveal all of the cats in our bag."

Varion sighed and walked back to his command chair and sat down, drumming his fingers on the armrest. Akairos paced back and forth, finally calming down a bit. Akairos walked to the door and sent a sentry to find Commander Dawnseeker. Akairos walked back over and sat down on the platform stairs and watched Mistress Alessandra lazily walk over and sit down in her chair. A few minuets later the sentry announced the arrival of Commander Dawnseeker.

"Sir!" She said and saluted crisply.

"At ease Commander." Akairos said, looking up at her. "You, right now, mobilize the special forces."

"Lord Akairos, I cannot. Lord Gathios does not authorize it."

"Fine then, get me someone who can!" Akairos said, pounding his fist on the floor, leaving a small dent which glowed for a moment before fading. "Fine. Go be useful and get one of your battlemages to go get Overlord Mor'ghor. I will have words with him."

Shortly Later Overlord Mor'ghor was dragged into the council chamber and thrown to the ground.

"Overlord Mor'ghor!" Akairos yelled as he walked over to Mor'ghor, his eyes in shadow.

"Yes sir!" Mor'ghor said, quickly standing up and saluting.

"I am aware of your involvement with the Black Dragonflight, and I am not in a good mood to hear of any excuses of you."

"But..but sir...I.."

"NO EXCUSES! YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED!" Akairos yelled with a look of great anger and anguish on his face, and with one blow smashed Mor'ghor's head clear from his body. "Take this traitor's body to the Netherwing pens, fresh meat tonight. I am in no mood for traitors to Lord Illidan's cause."

Mistress Alessandra looked at the Blood-Lord with a brief flicker of fear in her eyes. She banished it from her thoughts as she walked over to Akairos and put her arms around his shoulders.

"Shh, shh, shh...come on Akairos...good man, come on sweety." She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Akairos put his chin to his chest and turned it to the side to smell her hair. "Now baby, what's wrong My Lord?" She asked.

"It's not hard to figure out sister." Emailon said, speaking up at last. "He is under a lot of stress. Continued attacks against the Eclipsion from Horde forces have been eating away resources to the west, and Allied attacks against our Orc clans to the south. Any ideas anyone?"

Akairos took Alessandra's arms off of him and whispered something in her ear and she nodded. "I think the best choice of action in the short term would be to rid ourselves of the closer threat, the Wildhammer Stronghold. Vote on it. All opposed?" He asked.

None said a word.

"I thought not." Akairos said and stormed off.

Decoy

Akairos stormed out of the Chamber of command, stopping for a second to turn around and order very graven to the Bloodwarden sentries that they had not seen anything and if any word got out on his behavior he would find them and kill them, he saluted them, they returned the salute and Akairos walked off.

"My word what is wrong with him?" The first sentry whispered.

"No clue, but if you know what's good for you, don't question the Grand Blood-Lord's command." The second sentry replied very quietly.

"I can't believe the orc Overlord was just killed though. By the Light I didn't expect that."

"Nor did I friend, now keep quiet."

Emailon appeared through the shadow of a door beside Akairos.

"This frustration will do no good. You cannot lead the council in matters when your own matters are not dealt with. Why are you so angry? Tell me now before I have Radinius come and take the thoughts from your mind."

"I lead the Eclipsion, I direct the council, I train the special forces, and after a large scale war very soon from my return from Northrend I find that one of my lieutenants has been serving the Black Dragonflight, and these pathetic orcs and alliance still attack us as enemies. Emailon, can I trust you to formulate an attack on the Alliance? I need to deal with the Orc camp by myself."

"You seek to assault an entire base of Horde soldiers by yourself?"

"They are weak Emailon! We can increase the infernal bombardment and I will sweep the base by myself for what we need."

"What we need? What is that my friend?"

"We need to deploy a overwhelming force against one of the bases, to make them leave. I will contact our Naga allies to the north to aid me, you focus attacks at the Alliance base."

"You're just still angry aren't you?"

"I'm beyond furious. The valley must remain safe, yet we cannot go fast enough."

"Be careful Blood-Lord. To give into one's demons is to be consumed by them. I'd know that..." Emailon morphs into a demonform "...better then anyone." Emailon rumbled.

"You're right Emailon. I'm to hasty. Come walk with me back to the council chambers."

"Of course." Emailon replied, morphing back.

The two walked back to the Chamber of Command, the sentries outside once again snapping to attention and saluted. Emailon pretended not to hear the sighs of relief as they closed the Chamber doors. Mistress Alessandra rose and approached them.

"Feeling better akairy?" Alessandra asked sweetly.

"Yes, a bit better thank you."

"Good. Do not ever do that again." She said, slapping him across the face.

"Ha, this is all to good." Varion laughed.

"Not as good as my next news Varion...it is soon to be killing time." Akairos said grimly.

"Excellent." Varion replied, shifting position in his chair.

"And. We shall attend to it. Personally."

"You don't mean..?" Alessandra tried to ask.

"I do. The council will take care of the Alliance and the Horde. Individually. We will deploy a secondary force of Eclipsion and Demons to Illidari Hold in the meanwhile."

"Why?" Emailon asked.

"We shall increase the Infernal production and bombardment, then when their precious armies come to attack the Hold, thinking that it is still in Burning Legion Control, we shall strike their cities while our mighty armies distract their legions."

"We can strike the Alliance base first." Varion said. "I hunger for good blood. Clean. Pure. Alliance blood.""

"We shall decide then. Who wants it?" Akairos asked and the other three council members nodded.

"Good. Council adjourned." Akairos said and walked off with Mistress Alessandra through a side door.

Trap

Alessandra and Akairos walked through the side hall of the upper levels of the Black Temple. Coming to a stop on a balcony that overlooked the edge of Outland and Azeroth hung far in the stars below them.

"So what's this sudden rush to clean out the other guys and to go in and do it yourself, we have armies for that you know? No need to send the generals in for small fry."

"It's really hard to explain, it's that the Alliance and Horde both have grown very strong in the past years, I'd know, I got friends there, but anyhow, despite the diminished presence here now that the Scourge remnants I didn't clean out are still distracting them in Northrend, they still manage to cause an abnormal amount of problems. This month alone we have lost 29 Eclipsion units of either casters or soldiers, 3 Darkfallen, 6 Felsworn, 94 demons, and over 120 fel orcs, and now we lost another 10 Netherdrakes, that's a year of training bombardment units and drake training gone to waste because some self righteous insect knows where to hire from."

Mistress Alessandra tried to get all that info through her head while maintaining her composed facial expression. "And would killing as many of them as possible help you?"

"Yes." Akairos replied flatly.

"And I can't convince you otherwise?"

"You'd have to convince my Eclipsion that they're not supposed to go to war and you'd have to convince me not carry out the vengeance of the Illidari, you agreed to the councils decision."

Alessandra sighed and leaned on the balcony edge. "I guess there's no stopping you. But promise me that this will vent your anger, whatever the cause and you will lead the council again without such outbursts."

"Done." He said and walked off into the Chamber of Command.