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."