Iris's Story

Dusty flew up into one of the branches to take a look at the two intruders of Miracle Meadows, full of rage and trying to hold back her anguish she felt over them destroying the homes of many already. The girls rage boiled up inside of her and she looked around, before using her energy to pick up a small log at the roots of the tree and flinging the branch at the intruders.

She was told not to use her energy this way, no matter what was happening. However, this was different. Her home was under attack. And if anything happened to her parents, she wouldn't ever forgive herself.

"Why don't you go and pick on something your own size, Lovely ladies!" Endalyne called up to the two, flying just in front of the tree and fluttering side to side slightly in a small rage reliever.

A sickening chuckle rolled out of the behemoths throat as his demonic gaze fell over the enchanting form of his Queens mystical agent.

"Iris... You wear your emotions too freely. Sheathe your fury woman and allow me to do my work. We cannot all call upon the mystical energies that be to do our bidding. Some must rely on... cruder methods to achieve our goals."

He said in reference to his horde as he took a step past her and extended his hand. The swirling dark gemstone that was given to him by Pandora began to pulsate dark power before black tendrils of gyrating shadow ichor shot out to ensare the frozen fairies right out of the sky. Two dozen were seized and sealed away in the magical gemstone before Kalimdor lowered his gauntlet and turned back to Iris.

"Our Queen's work is done. The fairies who call this acursed meadow home should count themselves fortunate that your calming influence is here to restrain my more... savage instics for I had a mind to burn this speck of a settlement to the ground before returning to the Dark Mist Lands."

The massive form of Kalimdor took a step away before turning back to Iris.

"You really should mind that temper of your Iris. Could get you into trouble some day..."

Kalimdor paused as a small log struck his knee. The blow was barely felt by the massive denizen of hellfire but it was enough to get Kalimdor to turn to hear the tiny voice of the fairy who launched the pathetic implement. A dark smile etched its way onto Kalimdor's face as he took a step twoards the small fairy.

"Foolish child..."

Despite Kalimdor's desires to wet his blade with Splendora's blood he knew Iris was right. Gaining the attention of Pandora's sister now would not be prudent and would anger Pandora greatly. For that he was glad to have someone like Iris to mind his dealings with the pathetic races of Euphoria. She kept him, temptered though he'd be hard pressed to admit the fact to her. Once back in the home of his Queen he turned to Iris as the two began to walk toward the castle.

"I will tell our Queen of your... asisstance with the fairies Iris. Perhaps soon however we will need not lurk in the shadows and be permitted to set this world to the flame."

Kalimdor said, his voice near a growl as he spoke with wanting anticipation at the war to come.

Iris stepped alongside Kalimdor through the obsidian corridors of the fortress; his massive shadow casting over her, increasing the wickedness in the ambiance of her presence.

"Patience, Kalimdor..." she said, tucking her hands behind her. "This realm shall unravel beneath us soon enough."

Just as she spoke, a wind unfurled and snaked through the dark passageway. Two large metal doors swung open, and Pandora burst through.

"Ah..." she said wickedly. "You have arrived. I am assuming you got the task completed?" Pandora held a goblet encrusted with crimson jewels, to which she took sips of an unknown liquid from.

"Kalimdor got most of the job done," Iris said tentatively. "And I kept the uproar to a... minimal apocalyptic scene."

Pandora swept her long body over to them, wrapping a deep red glow around them. The red energy surged between Kalimdor and Iris, infusing them with more dark force. "I have restored whatever power was lost," she said, smiling a menacing grin. "Now, the fairies, Kalimdor?"

[posted in the wrong place :/ ]

"Are yours my Queen."

Kalimdor said as he removed the gem from his gauntlet and handed it to Pandora with the utmost respect and due honor. The gem swirled with the glimmering light of the faires trapped within its dark ichor. The three figures could all cleary hear the faint screams of the fairies trapped within.

"The time of your ascension nears mistress. Soon this world shall be yours and your faithful shall stand by your side as you take your rightful place on the throne of Euphoria."

Kalimdor yearned for this world to burn and to do so in Pandora's honor. With him and Iris at her side there was little that could hope to stand against Pandora's might. He even went so far as to wonder why she took such care in concealing her activities from her sister. For what could she possibly do to stop her?

Pandora snaked her way around the both of them.

"Hmm...yes," she paused, and looked at Kalimdor. "I have summoned another general to assist you. My army is coming together quite beautifully."

"And who may this one be...?" Iris asked, arching an eyebrow.

Pandora smirked. "Follow me, and you'll find out."

The heavy booted feet of the hulk that was Kalimdor Menethil soudned out in the courtyard as he walked behind Iris whose whispy, lithe frame nearly drifted over the steps. Ahead of the two of them was his Queen and master, Pandora, to whom he served above all others. His gleaming red eyes instantly found the skeletal rider on the horse of haunting flames. The draugr whose lidless eyes stared out at the souls before him. The guards backed at his approach much as they did with Kalimdor but with much more a superstitious type of fear. Kalimdor inspired fear in others, he was physically imposing. Those around him feared the pains they would suffer at his hands. This death knight inspired a different type of fear all together. The fear of the unknown. The fear of death itself. During Kalimdor's travels through hell to hone his demonic powers he'd seen a great many terrible things and the pure, debilitating power of fear of what lurks beneath the grave is a power unlike no other that Kalimdor respected. His own power was different yet akin to it, like two sides of the same coin. He was the searing heat of chaos while this death knight was the icy grip of death. A fine pair of generals. Then there was Iris, the haunting essence of darkness itself. The three would surely bring this world to it's knees. Kalimdor stepped down to the courtyard to match his burning gaze with the hollow lifeless stare of the death knight before a dark smile formed on his face.

"I yearn to see this one in battle my Queen, our enemies will tear themselves apart with fear at the sight of him. What say you Iris?"

The massive demonic Overlord asked, his booming voice echoing out in the courtyard. Standing half a foot taller than the large death knight Kalimdor's mind began flashing with images of the blood that would spill in the wake of the trio.