"I survived, but I regret, there's not a night or day come to pass when I do not regret, I can't escape their faces, everywhere I turn I see my little boy, and my wife caressing his long since dead shoulder, their faces empty, their eyes so dark, the light that once shone brightest and bound us together by force, taken away during those, very, very last moments. I swore vengeance."

It had been a week since the Generals successful attack upon Eversong, although you cannot call it a great success, some souls managed to escape. And rumor has it that they are once again forming under their hopeful banner to repel these attackers from the land they live to hate.

"M-M-Master. Yess.. Master." Skaag whispered, while cuddling on to Lasakris' bony legs as he angrily shook him off.
"Off, you cur!" Lasakris hoarsely yelled.
"B-But master, I live to s-serve you..." Skaag groveled, once again latching himself to Lasakris. "Have I not been a... Good... Servant?"
"You may have been good, but there is no need to be so... Attention seeking." Lasakris stated, angrily, as he once again shook Skaag off. "How many are we? Yes? How many troops do we have left?"
"Not many." The Viper replied, suddenly joining the conversation. "Why don't you let me fight?"
"No boy... You need not fight, yet." Lasakris shook his head, while waving a hand doubtfully.
"Why?!" The Viper shouted. "You know I can wipe twice as many maggots as your rabble!"
"Shush... Boy, no use in shouting." Lasakris whispered, attempting to calm his companion down.
"Why do you persist on keeping me hidden in shadows! I am no coward! Let me fight, let me show you what I can do." The Viper sighed.
"I KNOW, boy... I know what power you possess, I know your magic, I know your strength, but under my command, and my influence you will follow my orders which come directly from the Lich King himself, and under his influence you are to REMAIN docile during this operation till the time be it right for you to attack! And damn you if you do not heed me! Damn you to the Nether." Lasakris yelled back, snarling as he moved his stave and raised it threateningly to The Viper.

The Viper, admitting defeat from the argument, walked off, but not before ushering a few words from his mind.

"Lich King... A man who sits all day on a throne made of ice, he willingly watches his forces fail before him, some influence, some command." He sneered.

"M-Master..." Skaag whispered.
"Yes, Skaag?" Lasakris asked.
"There is... Is still too few." Skaag cried. "We cannot fight with this low a number!"
"Do not worry... Skaag. My children will come." Lasakris replied, grinning evilly to himself.
"Y-Your children?" Skaag asked.
"You think, you were the first child born by me?" Lasakris cackled.

Night fell, the land was filled with melancholy, Quel'thalas was a scarred land, it always had been even before the invasion of the Scourge and Silvermoons razing, the years of hate built between the elves and the Amani left its taint on their land to. But every blood elf you would meet, down an alley, or in some market square, you would know. Every blood elf lost something come the invasion. Whether it be friend, family, love, home, nobility, honor. Some even lost sanity and turned to cheap arcane magic come the fall of the Sun Well. They are a broken race, and looking upon the place they once called home, now just broken hope and horrific memories you wish to forget. It is a scarred land. The very ground mourns for those left under ground to rot away, unfound by their relatives, or anyone else for that matter. Azeroth mourns for all.

The Viper sat in his small pavilion, looking across old necromancy books, nothing he hadn't read before, or read again for that matter. He sighed to himself and looked into the mirror standing on the desk beside him, he peered at it for a moment, taking his hands and feeling the soft grey skin tone he seemed to acquire in death, and running his hands in the coarse, greasy dark hair, he sighed once more. Looking into the mirror again, as it began to spoke him, yet the words were not his own.

"You once had everything." Ithendres whispered.
"But now I have lost it." The Viper coughed, coarsely.
"Fueled by hatred." Ithendres replied.
"Revenge." The Viper sighed.
"Have you not yet got it?" Ithendres asked.
"All shall perish." The Viper growled angrily, sneering at the mirror.
"You shall perish." Ithendres snarled back.
"You underestimate my power." The Viper said, clenching his fist upon the open book.
"No. I do not. But there is no need for villains like you. There is no need for endless rage, you make me sick. You make her sick." Ithendres replied, angrily.
"No! No! Sennia wants me to do this, she... She..." The Viper roared, throwing the mirror upon the ground to make the talking stop, the book fell from his lap and sat upon the broken shards of the mirror, settling upon the floor as he bent forward and hung his head, his hands clutching his ears. Make the voice stop.

Morning fell upon the scarred land. It was time. Lasakris sat himself upon a make-shift throne, claiming supremacy among the lesser Scourge, waving his stave about and chanting some demonic tongue, his eyes glowing with fury, it was his turn to strike. The Viper hid in the shadows of his pavilion, a hood and scarf now around his beaten eyes, he watched the spectacle as Lasakris yelled.

"Children, children of flesh, of blood!" Lasakris roared, scraping the ground with his long staff as a few ghouls carried his small, yet significant throne.
"You will not be alone this day!" He continued. "Your time has not come to an end yet, we are undeath! Our time will end, when so shall it that our enemies end!"

To which a roar of praise came from the Scourge watching as Lasakris spoke his words. It could be heard throughout the forest, as the guards themselves began to gather incase of attack, which they knew was coming.

"You cannot see it, yet I can... A dark wave over Eversong, our master will return his plague upon the land!" Lasakris cried, up into the sky. "I was given foresight! I know what comes, what comes in the future!"

Lasakris glanced towards The Viper, grinning wickedly, he continued his speech.

"Death!" He roared. "Death!"
"Death!" The crowd chanted back, continuing throughout the speech, banging blunt blade to rusted armor, hitting skulls with skulls and stomping feet in rhythm.
"For my soldiers..." Lasakris continued.
"Death!" They chanted.
"You do not fight on your own this day!" Lasakris gurgled, raising a fist to the sky.
"Death!" They continued.
"The General was successful in his attack!" Lasakris roared. "Death!"
"Death!" They chimed.
"Let the Sin'Dorei blood be upon the grass again! Let them mourn!" Lasakris hit his chest, with the raised fist he had moments ago.
"Death!" They roared.
"And let us give them false hope!" Lasakris yelled. "Death!"
"Death!" They continued, roaring outrageously, the echo could be heard throughout the entire woodland.
"You... You long for vengeance! I long for vengeance! I swear it!" Lasakris cackled.
"Death!"
"AND SO BE IT!" Lasakris shouted, looking at his soldiers with malice in his eyes. For a moment the chanting stopped.
"The abominations come..." He whispered. "Death! Death to all who oppose the Lich King! Death to all who stand in our way! Death! Death!"
"DEATH!" The forces yelled, raising their weapons to the air and revealing a blood curdling roar which struck fear into the hearts of many.

The Viper couldn't help but to chuckle to himself.

"My children, go forth now!" Lasakris yelled once more, striking his fist to his stave and scraping his stave forward. "To Falconwing Square! We take their garrison, and we bring terror to their hearts."


The chant continued, it came from the East at first, until the screeches and battering of weapons were all around them, the small army that stayed in Falconwing Square, elves peered around, their eyes fearing what was coming. Which way they were coming. A slight gasp as the burning came from the South, they took a direct route, the road to the South, they could just see the scornful Lasakris sitting upon his throne cackling maniacally. Death they chanted, death was coming, death was here.

There was a brief pause. Lasakris throne was set upon the cobbled stone before the square as ghouls stepped aside and sprung themselves upon the ground, the saliva dripping between each crack as they looked upon the souls. Savalis and Pallidus sided Lasakris, their demons ready, their knives sharp.

Silence came first as the elves stared into the hollowed face of Lasakris, Lasakris did nothing for only a moment. He slowly began to raise his stave behind him, as the leader of these elves drew her sword.  He whispered something to his clenched fist and a single butterfly landed upon his fist. Lasakris squinted his eyes, and in a moment the butterfly was frozen.

"CHARRRRRGE!" Lasakris bellowed, as the throne was set aside and the soldiers of death came knocking on Falconwing Square's door.

The elves stayed steadfast, and raised their elven shields to meet the foes clear on, the gurgles of the undead crashed with their shields of steel.

"Hold!" The elven leader shouted. "Hold!"
"We cannot hold them much longer, they will break through!" Another cried.
"NOW!" The elven leader roared, waving a hand down and charging into the fray herself.

Each shield was stood aside so the elves could meet the foe with weapons, an array of spears shoved through the Scourge front lines.

Lasakris grinned from far off, with Savalis and Pallidus standing by.

The shields were then set in front again, awaiting the next thrash of Scourge.

"Hold!" The elven leader yelled again.
"READY THE MEAT WAGON!" Lasakris bellowed, signaling with his staff.

A few moments later, the elves who stood within the thin gate way were bombarded with 'meat' that meat was of their fallen comrades from Skaag's successful mission, torn ligaments were flung against the shield and severed heads were threw between them. Elves cried in distress, as Lasakris cackled.

"KEEP STEADY!" The elven leader commanded, pushing to the front of the line with her own shield.

"Death!" A single scourge soldier yelled, rallying nearby troops for the next  thrash of tooth and shield.

The scourge crashed into the shields once again, the long shields offering protection enough as the disease ridden blades could not get over the top of them. Once again they kept firm ground, and once again the spears tore through the front line of the undead onslaught.

"Hrgh..." Lasakris grunted.
"BREAK! NOW!" The elven leader commanded, distressed as shields dropped and swords were unsheathed.
"For Quel'Thalas!" They yelled simultaneously. "For the Sunwell!"
"Finally. They fight..." Lasakris cackled happily. "Pallidus, Savalis, let us leave."
"Why master?" Savalis asked. "The fray begins, we can beat them now."
"Hah! You don't know much Savalis, we're meant to lose, we're meant to lay low." Pallidus cackled.
"Why?!" Savalis roared.
"So we can come back another day. With him." Lasakris whispered angrily.
"The runt will prove to be a strong weapon, yes." Pallidus agreed.

Lasakris began to walk off, Savalis was left confused with Pallidus beside him.

"Some leader..." Savalis said.
"He follows the Lich King, I follow the Lich King, not Lasakris himself." Pallidus replied.
"Yet you call him master?" Savalis asked.
"I do what I can to keep on his good side, I suggest you do to." Pallidus grunted angrily, shoving Savalis as he walked away. Savalis looked back for a moment, until he to followed Pallidus and Lasakris.

It wasn't long before the attack was over, the undead had failed, the elves raised their swords and chanted victory. It was a great day for the Sin'dorei everywhere. But The Viper couldn't help but to just gaze from far off and think to himself of the coming future...

"They thought they had won, elves, they're all like that. I remember Cerandin when he was young, a hot headed elf. Regretful though. I'm sure regret will come to these elves soon enough. I'm sure we won't be gone too long. Even if our forces are gone, we are not completely obliterated. I stand by that. I swore revenge."