Attacked!

            "Phasha, I know ye wanna stay outta the way fer yer father, but isn't Outland a bit ferther than this Aselleus' can reach?"

            The young draenei woman looked at the dwarf sitting across from her at the table they were seated at on the Aldor Rise in Shattrath City.

            Shattrath.  My home...and now my self-imposed exile.

            "I understand where you're coming from Kordas, and I understand father trusts you to protect me well enough, but the less of a liability I am for both father and mother the better.  And Ishanah assured me we were both welcome and safe here."

            The dwarf sighed and took a deep swig of his ale.  This girl was far too much like Shadoren, there was no way he was winning this argument.

            A smiling draenei priestess approached them, "Ishanah asked if there was anything we could do to make you both more comfortable."

            "Nay, we're fine, thank ye."

            The priestess nods, and then asks, "Well then, Master Aselleus asks if there's any last reques-"

            Before she could finish her sentence, Kordas lept into action, swinging the Stormhammer his mother's people were so known for, straight at the priestess' face.

            "Phasha, get to the gryphon!"

            Eyes wide with shock, the girl nods, and breaks into a run, headed for Kordas' gryphon.  As she looked back, she saw more cultists coming for the dwarf.  Wanting to go back and help, but knowing it would be futile in the end, she sent a small prayer.  Kordas, Light bless you.

            Before she reached the gryphon, another cultists charged at her.  Acting on instinct alone, she called down not the Light, but the Shadow, reducing the cultist's mind to mush in moments.

            "Skine! To me!" she called to the gryphon, who by now knew the girl well enough to take orders from her as well as Kordas.  As she mounted, she dared one glance back, to see the dwarf slowly being overrun by cultists.

            "To the Dark Portal Skine," and with that the gryphon took off back to Azeroth, where she would have to find Terefi and tell her what happened, and hopefully find her father and explain what she gleamed in the cultist's mind.

Caught!

            A streak, barely a whisper, ran through the forests of Feralas.  Seemingly a spirit with one single goal in mind, and whatever got in its way would not be pleased with the outcome.

            Catching a glimpse of movement out of the corner of its eye, the spirit changed into a tall blue man clad in rough leathers, and a massive mace, imbued with fire, swinging down to crush in the skull of the cultist, then shifting quickly back into the spirit wolf to continue his trek.

            Coming up to Dire Maul, he risks pausing to See around him.

            Cultists.  It seemed like fifteen to twenty were right behind him, and the corpse of their comrade had done nothing to stop them.  Once again shifting into the spirit wolf, the man headed towards the new Feathermoon Stronghold and carefully skirted around it as to not worry the Night Elves there.

            Not far from the stronghold he came upon the ocean.  The Veiled Sea stretched out before him, the island that once held Feathermoon Stronghold off the shore a ways, now in ruins due to the Shattering.  That seemed a good enough spot to hide and take out his attackers.  Maybe even regroup.

            Asking the Water for the ability to walk as though it were solid land, the spirit wolf headed across the sea.  Before he knew what had happened he could sense them.

            Naga.  Vile serpents from the depths, and they weren't alone.  The cultists that were after him were with them.

            Must make it to the island.  At least there I can fortify myself.  Running with renewed purpose, the wolf broke away from the naga and cultists behind him.

            At last, after what seemed an eternity he had made it to the island, just in time for the naga to catch up.

            Not wasting any time, he quickly shifted back to his humanoid form, prepared to fight off the beasts.  Wielding the mace with deadly precision, naga were felled in droves.  Of course, enhanced strength, skin as hard as stone, reflexes like the wind and the end of the mace being a fireball didn't hurt either.

            After the last naga fell, the man stood there, covered in blood and exhausted, and that's when the arrow hit.  Right in the shoulder.

            "Fel!" staring at the arrow in shock, then back to where it came from, there stood a figure amongst the trees.  Trying to get a good view to send it to Lycannon, his vision started to blur.

            Lycannon.  Captured.  Poison.  were his last thoughts.

Uldum

                The sand shifted beneath Shadoren's hooves as he walked through the seemingly endless desert of Uldum.  Why Muln wanted him to come out here to check the temperaments of the Wind elements was beyond him, but the messenger was clear that he did.

                In his endless walking his mind began to wander.  Lycannon, Phasha, McSars, Yurrel.

                "What a mess.  Lycannon kisses me, which complicates things with Phasha, McSars -and- Yurrel.  Fel damned woman..." sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose he continues his endless search of the desert trying to figure things out.

                Somewhere around the Obelisk of the Moon he realized something was off.  There was someone besides himself walking.  They were only a haze in the distance of the desert, but they were there.  Mentally checking to see if Coletharku was okay and within reach if he needed him.

                Sand shifting beneath his hooves, Shadoren slowly approached the man, and as he approached he realized this was not a friendly man.  Even from a distance he could tell he was armed, and what's more, not a member of the Alliance.  Quickly diverting his path as to avoid the man, Shadoren set forth towards what remained of Orsis, upping his pace without trying to seem hurried or panicked.

                Too late did he realize the other man also changed his path, headed straight for the shaman.

                Cole, I may nee-

                The mental connection was cut off as he felt pain from his friend, and an accompanying roar of anger was heard in the distance, and with that roar, they struck.

                There were around fifteen in all, all armed with massive swords and shoddy armor that was all too familiar.  Twilight Cultists, only this time he was outnumbered and without backup.  As the first few cultists charged him, Shadoren called down lightning from the clear sky, instantly frying the cultists dumb enough to get within the blast range.

                Well, that takes care of a few.

                Now staying out of his immediate range, the remaining cultists attempted to strike at him from as far as their long swords would allow.

                I can't keep out of reach for much longer, I need Cole.

                SLASH

                There was pain in his leg, and he realized it was bleeding profusely.  One of the cultists comes up to the shaman raising his sword, attempting to make a final blow.

                "Master Aselleus sends his fondest greetings.  And his dearest farewells." and the sword streaks down.

                Eyes flashing with fury a spout of lava erupts where the cultist was standing, leaving a charred corpse in his place, giving Shad enough time to send a rush of healing energy to the cut.

                "Thanks, but Aselleus is going to need a lot more than a few cultists to take me out."

                "ROAR" a roar of pure fury could be heard as a streak of blue death flew towards the Shaman, breathing down nether energy down upon the remaining cultists.

                "Cole!" Shad waves down Coletharku, the dragon coming in low, giving Shad enough room to jump on his back, "We need to get back to Deepholm Cole.  Phasha is in danger."

                Turning his head so one glowing eye can look into Shadoren's own glowing pair, "What's going on?"

                "I'll explain later.  Time is of the essence."

                Amongst the chaos the pair left behind, a single figure walked amongst the corpses, "Well then.  Master Aselleus will not be pleased."

Emergency

                Shadoren sighed as he pushed aside the now dead Gyreworm.

                "Fel damned thing almost killed me. Why are we down here again Yurrel?"

                A younger draenei chuckles as he walks over to help Shad up, "What's the matter old man, all this getting too much for you?  You know Muln will let you take an easier role.  You don't -have- to be out here in Deepholm."

                Shad waves his hand dismissively as he walks over to where the other worms lay.

                "Muln is a good man, and were there any need for me to take a less active role, I'm sure he would let me.  But as it is, old or not, I can still beat you from here to the Pale Roost and back if I needed to," he smirks, "Age and treachery will always win over youth and ambition my friend, always remember that."

                Yurrel just rolled his eyes as he motioned for his gryphon to come down, "Yes yes, but last time I checked you liked my youth and ambition. A lot." he grinned wickedly.

                Shadoren pointedly ignored the younger draenei as he called out to Coletharku, the Netherdrake that had been his friend and transport for years now.

                "CAW!"

                The single caw broke the playful banter as a storm crow approached them, transforming into a young elven woman clad in leathers as she reached them.

                "Shad! You need to get back to the Temple, quickly!  Your daughter's there babbling something incoherent. "

                "Terefi?  Phasha? Wha-"

                "There's no time, just get there as soon as possible, I need to get back to Hyjal, I only came because Phasha came looking for you."

                And with that the storm crow replaced the elf and was off again.

                Yurrel looked at Shad confused, "Daughter? And who was that? I didn't know you knew any druids."

                "That was Terefi Everroot.  She's a friend from Northrend.  And yes I have a daughter. I'll explain later," he sighed as he got on Coletharku, "Apparently there's just no time.  To the Temple Cole."

                Yurrel watched the dragon take Shadoren off to the Temple of the Earth, still slightly baffled.

                "A daugther?"