No future plans to finish.
The halls smelled of death. It was no surprise with what this place was. A citadel floating above the cursed lands where the undead had ravaged everything that once lived. Now a training ground for those that wished to continue on under the new power of the Scourge, King Arthas. King? Technically he was a king. But his kingdom had fallen long ago as well, when he murdered his own father and brought the death into the high walls of his kingdom. Hundreds were torn apart as they had fled from what they believed to be their ruler. And he had smiled, or so the story told.
Now he was a ruler of more terrifying proportions. Turning the brave into the mindless. The weak into followers that could command those that felt no pain. Arthas lead the undead. And this, Naxxaramas, was the training ground for those too weak to stand against him. Death Knights. Hallowed out faces of men and women that believed in the lies that this power was the right one. It smelled of death, and looked much the same.
She had volunteered for the mission. To the Eastern Plaguelands where the citadel still remained like a shadow of death over the warped land. The druids believe the land could be cured with enough healthy life from other areas, but Ylli had seen what happens when something pure was brought into such an environment. It became twisted as well, taking part in further contaminating the world she grew up on, her world. Azeroth. And the citadel was a reminder that the plague was not to end soon. More than two years had passed since it appeared, threats screamed from Kel’Thuzad while the undead invaded other areas they’d not yet touched. Moving as far south as her beloved Stormwind, and even breaching the walls. A short battle that was. Underestimating the Alliance forces, and those of the Horde as well, they were pushed back.
But the Scourge wouldn’t be defeated so easily, everyone knew this. They had been waiting. The time was close, she could feel it. Adventurers had abandoned Azeroth in search of greater threats, the Legion loomed from behind the gateway in the Blasted Lands. Another world to defend, one older than Azeroth. And as they flocked towards honor and glory, Arthas watched, planned, and waited. The time to re-emerge from their castle floating in the sky was soon. Naxxaramas was to be dealt with, but before they allowed any into the portal, they had to know what was awaiting the arrival or else all fighting for the good of the Alliance would be slaughtered. This is where Ylli came in.
Small reconnaissance missions were being staged over the next few months. No information was being received from beyond the gateway into Naxxaramas and in order to plan accordingly they needed retrivalists. Some were chosen, most against their will, others with pride. And then there was Yllithia. Not a member of any organization, she had provided aid to many while living in the human lands. She had fought with the Argent Dawn in the Plaguelands. She had seen what horrors Naxxaramas held years ago. When the Argent Dawn had first concerned themselves with the new threat. With only a companion charged to watch over her as she delved into the minds of those in the fortress above, she had seen the layouts and heard the conversations. Following through their footsteps, she had counted corridors, numbers of trainees, and looked upon the instructors through the eyes of those she wished to break, able to leap from one patrol to another from thousand of yards away. It was tiring, and wore on her. But it was the safest reconnaissance that the Argent Dawn had done. Two mercenaries. No deaths.
This time was different though, she was alone and cloaked in shadows wandering the halls, remembering the turns she charted years ago. Not her safe distance from the portals gateway, but instead inside, where she could see for herself exactly how many, turning her head from side to side to view all angles instead of the path that the one she invaded chose to take. Several rooms had gone uncovered before. But not this time. When she had heard that plans were to be made, she pulled her standing as a loyal follower of the Alliance. Having fought with countless groups, diminishing other threats as a priestess under Elune, even coursing through the Black Temple to put an end to the corrupted Illidan leading his own section of the Burning Legion. She volunteered to take on the dangerous mission out of her own duty. They had no choice but to accept. She wouldn’t allow any other to be given.
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