“Let the echoes of doom resound across this wretched world…”
June 24th, 2008 by KafiraKafira took a deep breath, got up off the floor, blinked, looked around and fell back on to the floor with a grateful thud.
The Holy men and women of The Exiles were doing their jobs and returning life to those who fell in the great battle …. Kafira included.
Going back over events in my mind ….Dladian leading the Northbound charge and our Master Hiddenshadow leading the South. I remember riding beside him and jumping off my mount as we neared Archimondes feet, pulling out my bow drawing back the first arrow …. then its all a blur
After the battles we had to push through, the waves of undead, the death the resurrection , the blood and the mess to get to that point, to be standing at his feet side by side with the best looking up and taking aim … it seems to have been too much to process in one go!
Archimonde the Defiler lay at Kafiras feet, her faithful pet slinking up beside her the two looked on at the dying flame and the allies, the friends, that lay scattered around the field.
The last thing I remember, the world whirled around me Archimonde, obviously fed up of the beating he was being given, blood running down his legs, arrows sticking out of his arm, blasts of power striking his chest and whole assortments of weapons clashing against him. All of a sudden he started a raging rampage, shots of death and destruction flowing from his fingertips. A few survived thanks to concoctions made but our skilled alchemists, and the quick thinking and sacrifice of a paladin. As I started to black out I could see those still alive taking damage and yet no pain no death. The Great Tree erupted with Ancestral Guardians roused by nature herself and started to move towards the demon
There was an explosion so large it incinerated the forests atop Hyjal, the world tree lay shattered and I could feel the loss of the Night Elves’ immortality, though had never tasted it before. The battle had been immense the loss had been even greater. I blacked out then.
Once her comrades were up and healthy enough to stand they gathered round together marveling at the achievement and at the loss
Suddenly a naked gnome shot between her feet, cheers and cries came from his mouth as he flaunted himself around both the male and females of the group. The sudden nakedness of the happy gnome bought people out of their shocked silence and suddenly the battleground was full of sound, full of cheers and somehow the dwarfs had managed to preserve alcohol through the ordeal!
While the drinks were being passed out, more for combating the shock of course, Kafira rummaged around the remains of the Arch Demon, she found some slightly battered armor and took the chestpiece for herself. A robe that felt as if it was full of power was handed to the warlock Cappa. Dladian for his efforts was rewarded with a Helm fit for a Vanquisher of his caliber. After a tussle between the naked gnome Kazzodlebam and less naked Vasilla, Kazz too ran off with a similar Helm to that of Dladians. Lastly the priestess Invisible and the slightly tiddly priest Lokiist battled it out for a Conquerers Helm themselves, Invisible won though no one was sure if the dwarf sat down and coincided it to her because he was being gallant or because he was drunk.
We made our way back to the portal, wishing for nothing more then to back in our own time, in our quarters somewhere a little less destroyed. Turning my back on the fallen body of Archimonde I followed the rest of the group away to the next battle

Mount Hyjal 5/5 Black Temple 3/9



