Conquest of the Horde

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The shadow figures remain hidden in a remote location, somewhere in an underground crypt miles under the surface of water. Their words only heard to those who are cursed, their rage can be felt in the air. They speak about those who got away, those who escaped their island months ago. -They- hadn't forgotten.

"I want them -found-...And Killed. All of them." A gruesome voice says. His words gurgling, as the fluid makes its way into the creatures throat. "...Oh. I want to see my wife Helen again too..." He chuckles darkly. Another cloaked shadow figure bows before him. "Yes, Sire. We have located -one- of the survivors...We even found out he has an older brother."

"...Excellent. Contact him."

The Ordonis Odyssey

Raphael Ordonis, a vulgar individual with a crude love for alcohol and women. He narrowly escaped the Stratholme massacre, yet he was still a victim. It claimed the life of his father, and until recently he thought it claimed his brother's life as well. He traveled Azeroth as a young man, learning everything on his own and mostly getting it wrong. He wanted to be the strongest fighter he could be in honor of his father and brother. Although he was easily distracted by females every time.

He began working for a Militia in Redridge to help the citizens there. Or at least that is what he told the others in the group. He only wished to test his metal against any threat, so he participated for no other reason than sharpening his skills. It was there he met his best friend, The female Gnome, Alexandria Steamfizzle . The two became close as their lives were on the line most of the time during battle a bond that couldn't be recreated if attempted.

The militia disbanded due to malpractice, which led Raphael to resume his wondering. He became a mercenary and ended up doing odd jobs to keep money in his pouch, and food in his stomach. As a result he became a guard for the Darmonte family, he was paid to escort Mr. Darmonte and his daughter to Theramore from Stormwind. It was an easy mission he thought, all he had to do was stay at attention on the boat ride. He was wrong, the ship got caught in a storm and crashed onto the shore of Durotar. Everyone had died except Raphael and Shaena Darmonte, the daughter of his current employer.

Raphael, though a vulgar womanizer couldn't bring himself to abandon an injured noble female in Horde Territory. He promised her to take her to Theramore and fulfill his role as a guard. They traveled to Rachet hitting some bumps on the way and stayed there to gather up some money. While Shaena rested, Raphael left to Stormwind to find his brother he assumed to be alive.

Upon reaching Stormwind, he met a group of fighters, and thugs. They were The Crew, in this crew he met Rensin Redjaw and Jean McCarthy. The later he became real close to, but when they initially met they were oil and water. Over the time they had become close, though they shared only fists, bruises, alcohol and vulgarity. Raph trained to sharpen his skills on his search to find his brother.

His search led him to Tanaris, where Jean, Casey and Raph had confronted a mysterious figure in Un'goro. At the time Raph wasn't sure it was his brother, but he revealed himself to Jean while Raphael was away. On their way back to Ratchet, their Zepplin was attacked and they crash landed on an cursed island. It was on this island, they all fought for their very lives. Overcoming their differences for a unified goal.



It was when they left this Island behind, they assumed their ties were finished. It appears shaking curses isn't so easy...

The Cloaked figure meets another as they pass each other in Booty Bay. One of the figures has long flowing, dark hair. It's tinted blue, because of the glass like ice crystals woven into strands of hair. He looks forward with runic blue eyes paying no attention to the cloaked figure.


"Ordonis..." The voice says, it is a whisper that comes from around the area. Not directly from the cloaked figure. The Death Knight looks around confused, before his eyes rest on the cloaked figure. The creaking of wet wood, and goblin chatter goes on in the background. Seagulls flapping over the bay, cawing out to the crying sun, today is an evening of pain. The clouds drift in front of the sun, to blot the golden sun ray tears.

"...How do you know that name?" The knight responds, angrily. His voice as cold as the depths of the bay.

" Your brother...Raphael, was it?" The cloaked figure, seems to make the environment whisper. His bone like fingers slowly wiggling with psychotic anticipation.

"What of him?" Zeke asks. His patience was draining, but he was a rational individual. He knew in this city if any confrontation arose it would be more problematic for him.

"He deserves to die....And -you- will kill him." The cracks of wood from the deck they stood on, to the buildings around him responded callously. The cloaked figure stood silently. Zeke doesn't respond, he just chuckles at the ludicrous order. He begins walking away.

"I have something you want...Someone you want....You -will- help. When you hear me out...You won't have a choice." Ezekiel stops, his eyes open. He stands frozen.



Zeke always kept close tabs on his brother, he had managed to have his small gargoyle keep an eye on him from high above Elwynn forest. He knew Raphael's location. He didn't want to kill his brother, but it was an offer he couldn't refuse. He rode north, through the Jungle, through the darkened forest of Duskwood, until he was safely in the small town of Goldshire.

Upon arrival, he had come across someone he had recognized. A female, though her shape was considerably different. She was carrying a child. It was Jean McCarthy. They had discussed, a number of things. Love, life, and of course Raphael. Zeke initially thought he was going to be an uncle. He felt bad speaking with Jean, knowing he was going to take the life of her baby's father. He was relieved yet, oddly disappointed to find out that it -wasn't- Raphael's baby, and that the two hadn't spoken much since he had seen them last. Although this made his twisted job easier.

He arrived to Raphael's home. He knocked on the door and was met with some resistance. A females voice came from the inside. "Raph! If that's you you better apologize." The voice said. Zeke didn't respond, he kept knocking. She opened the door slowly, after calling Raphael's name multiple times. The bird's song had stopped, by this time. The clouds had covered the whole sky and it was beginning to rain. He forced himself in looking around. Shaena startled by the stranger backed up. "You can't come in here! I'll call the guards!" She was nervous, but her voice remained strong. "Where is he?" Zeke asked angrily. The rain began to pick up.


The house was nice, everything well placed. It looked as if the place wasn't occupied for a while. Zeke removed his hood, his long hair flowing behind him. His light blue eyes contrasting strongly against his dark skin. He looked to her. "Where is he...I need to see him. -Now-" Zeke asked, his voice was impatient. Shaena began stammering and stalling for time. "I..I don't know. Now Leave!" She said. "Or you'll do what?" Zeke responded, he was becoming intrigued by what he believed to be a random female defending his promiscuous little brother.

"I'll call the guards! Raph will kill you when he finds you." She says with timid conviction. The thunder bellows in defiance behind them. Blue light flickering through the windows. Zeke looks to her, then chuckles. "Please...Raphael couldn't kill me to save -your- life. And -he- knows that."

Shaena took the opportunity to run, she made it past him before being snatched back to him, with a claw of shadow. She yelped as he held her tightly. "I -don't- want to kill you...But I will." She begins to shiver violently from the cold he gives off. "Woman, go upstairs." he orders her. She nods timidly and runs upstairs. She tries to open a window and sneak out. The window slowly squealing, the thunder becoming louder.

The door opened, the sound of the rain rushing into the house once more, followed by a cool gust of air. Raphael Ordonis stood at the head of the current, he looked to Zeke "What's goin' on?" Raph looks around confused, his clothes are wet from the rain outside and he doesn't see Shaena. Zeke slowly turns to Raphael grinning. "I've been looking for you...Brother."

The two brothers stare at each other, the rain falls relentlessly to the ground. Flashes of light flicker through the windows, with a delayed boom and crackling from the heavens above.


"Lookin' fo' me?" Raph responds, "Fo' what?" He crosses his arms. "Where th' f**k Shaena, at?" He looks to Zeke, eying him closely. Blue light, splashing on him, before fading, the constant rush of rain dancing on the roof of the home. "...Yes, I've been looking for you. We need to talk." Zeke says calmly. He speaks well articulated and poised. He is relaxed as Raphael walks past him and heads up the stairs. He notices Shaena clumsily trying to escape out of the window. "Whatchu' doin' out there? Come in here...It's rainin' out side." Raph grabs her by her hips trying to guide her back in.

Shaena nods, her hair now wet clings to her face as the bun loses most of its shape. Thunder booms louder, it is muffled slightly as she closes the window. "He...He attacked me!" Shaena proclaimed wrapping her arms around Raphael's arm. By this time Zeke had casually walked up the stairs. "You..Attacked her?" Raphael questions. Zeke looks to Raphael with a Stoic expression. "Oh please... Don't act like you actually care about -this- one. I know how you are Raphael." He says coldly.


Raphael shakes his head. He appears nervous, and tense. The thunderstorm increasing, as Shaena watches the two closely. "You...Wrong. Now get out, if you gon' come in here insultin' an attackin' Shae." Raphael pulls out a custom hand cannon made by his friend Lexi Steamfizzle. He aims it at his brother. Zeke remains still, he smirks to Raphael. "You know how this will end, Raphael." Raphael shakes his head and pulls the trigger, the recoil sends him stumbling back. The round fires, sounding like an bomb as it hits Zeke straight in the chest. He flies through the banister and crashes hard on the ground below. He lays silent.

"Shaena! Under the bed, I have a large suitcase... It's got my sword. Go get it!" He says, looking to the stairway nervously. He holds the smoking gun tightly. Shaena nods and runs into the room, she drags the heavy suitcase into the room. Raph runs to it and unclasps it and removes the large sword. By this point, Zeke is slowly climbing up the stairs his face irritated. Raphael charges Zeke angrily, he swings the massive sword that his brother gave to him in an mad flurry. His face contorted in frustrated desperation, Zeke blocks every swing appearing bored. The blades crash against each other, sparks fly as thunder roars behind them. The blue light from the lightening, flashes through out the room.


Zeke flashed one look of concern. He swung a wide arc sending Raphael flying to the window. He calmly walked over to his brother and lifted him up by the throat. The thunder began to testify behind them, Zeke pulled his blade back and stabbed his brother deeply two times in the torso. He then threw Raphael out of the window, into the storm raging outside. Shaena screamed and began throwing any object she could get her hand on at him. Zeke paid her no attention as he walked to the bedroom door, and slashed it to pieces. He walked into the room looking around, Shaena following along drumming her small fists on his back.

"-If- he lives....He will become stronger. I suggest you try to help him instead of worrying about me." Zeke, clenches his fist as shadow energy begins to run over him. He rips a void into existence and stares at Shaena before he disappears into it.

Glass exploded from the window, shattering into thousands of tiny pieces. The glass shimmered in the air, meshing with the pouring rain. Raphael's body limp in the air, flying with trails of blood marking his progress. He hits the ground with a hard grunt, the thunder roars in defiance. Raphael paints the grass red instantly, as the rain washes his blood to either side of him. He begins convulsing, and choking on blood. He cries silently in the rain, his tears camouflaged in the storm. He is dying....Rapidly.

The Ordonis Odyssey: The Hour of Desperation

Raphael can't move, the world to him becomes darker. He envisions his mother, who he only knows from pictures. The woman he would've given everything he had to meet. He was prepared to do that now. The woman who's last words, were his first name. "Raphael..." He heard her say. His body rocked with pain, arched and twisted. "Raphael!!!" He heard screaming. The rain blurred his vision as his eyes rolled around in his skull with no focal point.

Shaena Darmonte was next to him screaming hysterically, her own tears falling masked in the rain. "RAPHAEL!!!!!!" Shortly after, Alexandria Steamfizzle, and her employee Dewe arrived. Lexi knelt beside him using her small hands to apply pressure on the blood. Dewe watched and sat down and began praying, Shaena sat there crying. A cloaked figure approached, looking to Raphael's tattered body with comical indifference. The blood flowed around and between Lexi's fingers, she was aware Raph was dying and his dark complexion was beginning to lighten up. He convulsed and looked to Her. "Lexi...You look so...tall." He said deliriously, "Is this what it's like to die?...Am I going to die?" He said in a voice so weak it was barely audible. Raphael was barely hanging on to consciousness, Lexi noticed this and screamed to the top of her lungs. "SOMEBODY GET A FUCKING DOCTOR!!! NOW!!!!" The thunder boomed louder, as a jagged trail of light arched the sky seconds beforehand.

Shaena remained crying, sobbing and pleaded to Raph. "Hold on Raph! Please..." She'd cry. "Please..." The cloaked figure knelt beside him and tore his shirt open, she applied bandages and wrapped his wounds tightly to at least keep his flesh together. "This will hold, for now." She said in a calm indifferent voice. Lexi nodded and looked around. "We'll take him to Northshire..." She ran as fast as her legs could take her, to her Mechnostrider, which had a wagon attached to it. She normally used it to haul ore, and other equipment for her company, Steamfizzle Industries.

Raphael's body was hoisted into the wagon and they rode quickly to Northshire. They placed his body on a bench and alerted a Paladin. The paladin over viewed his wounds, and noticed the situation was dire. People from all over Elwynn came to see what the commotion was about. The Paladin called for a priestess to help him channel light energy into the tattered human, they huddled over his body for hours before finally mending his major wounds. "His life is no longer in danger....But he's still in critical condition." The paladin said, sweating heavily. Raphael rested for moments before trying to get up straining his body more. He wanted to go home, because of Stratholme he hated Paladins as he blamed them for the slaughtering of his home and his memories.


After much resistance, (as Lexi and Shaena only wanted what was best for him) they agreed to take him back to his house. They were skeptical because they wondered if the mysterious killer would return. Or if he was still in the house. Dewe took Raphael's body straight into the house, much to Lexi's disapproval. "What if the Killer was still in here?!" She protested climbing the stairs. Dewe shrugged in response. "He wasn't...So we're fine." They laid Raphael on the bed, were he remained silent. His breathing had stabilized and he was now just resting. The light in his body slowly mending his organs and rebuilding tissue.

The others promised to protect him while he slept. Dewe, and another human Gamen Watched on either side of the Bedroom. Another gnome and human patrolled the first floor. Lexi however, sat right at the foot of his bed, with a double barrel shotgun in her lap aimed at the door.

Lexi remained vigilant on her guard duty, as a Raphael remained bed ridden and unconscious. They heard a knock on the door, it was a messenger from Northshire. They let the man in, as he said he was there to help Raphael's recovery. One of the gnomes just by chance noticed he had fresh blood speckled on his body, it caught him as suspicious and he brought it to everyone's attention.

Shortly after the man was apprehended, and bound to a chair he was exposed as a fake and was another hit man on the life of Raphael. They questioned him which he remained, silent. They then threatened him with torture and had him severely out numbered. Gamen, and the others surrounded him with a sword to his throat they asked him who sent him. With the proper motivation he began to speak.


He shook violently against the chair he was tied to, the wood scuffing against the floor honking because of the friction. His face clung to his face with sweat, he exhaled heavily. "Alright!....alright." He looked around, keeping his chin raised, as the blade rested against his Adam's apple. "I'm going to die anyway..." he began. "Look, I don't know -who- sent me, I was just contacted. They just want -him- dead, and others who survived. I don't know -what- or -who- else...But that's all I was told." He looked around. "Hmm, why do they want them dead?" A gnome asked. "I don't know...You have to believe me. But I -do- know they will die... These people are crazy and resilient." He said as he lunged forward impaling his neck on the sword gurgling blood over the blade and dying rapidly.

The Ordonis Odyssey: The Revelation

The others went upstairs to Raphael's room, Lexi's shotgun still aimed at the doorway. "He's dead...And he said more are coming." Gamen announced to the room. Shaena looked to the others nervously. Lexi stood up, looking around. She walked forward, her little legs swishing as she stood in front of the humans looking up to them. "M-more?" Shaena questioned, looking over Raphael as he slept. "We should take him to Ironforge...It's pretty much a fortress. -Nobody- is breaking there to kill him." Lexi proclaimed. They all looked around to each other and nodded.

The following day, a doctor came in to see how Raphael was progressing. Raphael was more or less his old self, yet his body was obviously weakened. The doctor gave Raphael some medicine and told him to take it every day, Raphael didn't like the taste, or smell of this and nodded until the doctor left. They discussed the move to Ironforge which took a little convincing, but he eventually agreed. As Raphael began packing his things, Jean McCarthy showed up, the two spoke alone as Lexi instructed the defenseless Shaena on how to properly operate a fire arm.

"Oi..." Raph said looking to Jean smiling, he could never hide his attraction to her. She knew it, she barely returned with a smile, but her words were soft. "..Hey Raph." She was pregnant, and showing heavily she had her arms rubbing her belly. "...Touch it. Just once." She began smiling. Reluctantly Raphael extended an arm and rubbed her bare stomach. He felt a kick and jumped back. "Hoh Shit!! What the f**k was that!?" He said shocked looking from Jean's face to the stomach again. "...The baby ya' Berk." She said smirking to him. "...So where's yo' new Girlfriend o' whateva?" she asked with a stern undertone. Raphael scratched his arm around, "Outside wit' Lexi ah think.." He responded, looking bewildered to her stomach. A soft grin grew on his face, "Yeah.. Well we should all have dinner...I got somethin' I need to tell -her- an' you..." Raphael looked to her with a stern expression. "Her name is Shaena... and What's up?" He returned his attention to her.

"...I was almost killed last night..." She said so with little weight as if it wasn't a big deal. Raphael's eyes opened widely. "Oh? What happened?!" He asked. "I don't know...He said he was sent from -them-...." Jean said looking to Raphael. "Them?" He asked. She shook her head slowly. "I don't know... He said they were hunting everyone who survived the Island. I cut his head off and left him in the street....But I think there will be more." She said casually. "The Island?....What?" Raphael was confused, he knew what she was talking about....But they had killed everyone hadn't they? "You remember...The -Island-..." Jean shook her head.

"Yeah...Yeah I know....f**k. Well, Ay. We goin' to Ironforge to be safe. We gon' have to let Cap'n Hawk an' the others know..." Jean nodded. "Well we'll have dinner there....Ah'll go too." She said and turned around walking downstairs. "Oi...Jean. Be careful." He said to her. She exhaled walking back up the stairs to Raph as he stood there with a worried look on his face. She kissed his forehead and shook her head as she exited the house. They all gathered their things and took a tram to Ironforge.

The next evening in Ironforge, Shaena, Raphael, Jean and Lexi all had a discussion on what they felt they should do next. They all ate, some more than others. The utensils softly clanking against the plates as they spoke. Jean told them all about her encounter with the one who wanted to take her life. The one who was sent by someone who knew about their escape from a cursed Island. Raphael also chimed in telling the others there were people he wanted to save, his friends. He didn't like them all personally, but they shared a nightmare with him. They were always bound together.


"R-Raph, lets think about this? Why don't we just stay in Ironforge? I mean...You were just almost killed yourself?!" Shaena protested, she didn't like the idea of Raphael running to danger. She knew it would turn out badly. "They mah friends Shae. I gotta go." Raphael said drinking rum from a mug. He cuts open a steak and bites into it. Lexi sat quietly eating like a dwarf at first, her little fist around the bone of a large chunk of meat. She bites into it as it is the size of her face.

"Well...Ah'll go then. You can stay 'ere Raph." Jean says. Jean McCarthy was always in good shape, better shape than most men. She was toned and pretty damn strong, but she was really showing. It wouldn't stop a stubborn Jean and Raph was aware. "Ain't no way, we gon' sendjo' Pregnant ass all th' way inta fuckin' Horde Territory by ya' gods damn self." Raphael chewed with his mouth closed, swallowing completely before speaking. Jean didn't care she stood up. "Chh.. I'm goin' to the harbor." She left the tavern.

"Gods damnit.." Raphael finished his meal. By this time Lexi was eating well mannered, sipping moonberry juice through a straw. A shotgun propped up against the table. "Raph you should stay here and tend to your wounds! I don't think you should go." Shaena protested once more, Raphael stood up. "Shae, you can stay here then. We'll be back, we jus' gotta tell them what's goin' on. Cap ah know what ta do.". He looks to Lexi, "Would you help me out Lexi? I could use it." Lexi's sips her straw until the juice is no longer there making that hollow slurping noise. She smacks her lips and gives a refreshed exhale. She smirks. "Now you know I can't have you going on an adventure by yourself." He smiles to her, "Thanks Lexi." She hops off the chair and they all exit to the Tavern. "Ugh...Fine." Shaena stands up and walks after them.

The Ordonis Odyssey: The Coincidence

When they arrived they began to mingle amongst the other passengers on the boat. They were surprised, to see that some of the friends Raphael spoke of were on the boat as well. A Zandali former pirate captain, Hawk and Al'Zulak another troll who was there for the nightmare. They all met to the bewilderment of others, the humans, and trolls laughed and caught up on the months that they had been apart. They sat around talking and eating reminiscing about times good and bad.


"Oi...Cap." Raphael says, pulling Hawk aside.

"Yeah?"

"You hear about Jean? Somebody tried to kill her a couple of days ago, somebody who knows about the Island."

"....."

"Somebody tried to kill me too. I was wonderin' if ya'll saw anything. They are comin' after all of us. That's what 'e told Jean."

"Yeah, Ah saw a couple ah people followin' me ahn Tzekel een Gurabashi" He says nodding to the gargantuan primal troll eating fish beside him. His main a fire red.

"This shit ain' good."

The troll shakes his head, his blue dreads swishing. Raphael walked away, and heads onto the top deck in search for Lexi. He finds the gnome sitting against the railing swaying. Her eye lids low, and her small hand over her mouth. "Oi...Lexi. You Okay?" The gnome says looking up to Raph, she removes her hand as her eyes open wider. She covers her mouth again and speaks. "I will be when we land."


It was then the boat was rocked, as a loud boom was heard over the whole ship. Wood splinters were sent everywhere, as the ship had been hit with a cannon. Another boom was heard as large harpoon was shot into the ship. Rotting Pirates climbed onto the deck. All of the able fighters ran to combat the pirates, the battle was intense yet swift. "Is that it?..." A voice asks from the fighters. "You would think they would send more.." Another says. "It ain' ovah yet...Stay on guard." Hawk calls out.

It was then multiple explosions were heard, the ship had been hit with more cannonballs. The explosions accented the sounds of splintering wood and raging waves. The ship began to crack down the middle as the mast was shot to splinters sending the sail crashing down. Raphael neared the edge looking around yelling for the sea sick gnome. "LEXI!!!!" He looked around. "Raph come on!" Shaena grabbed him by the hand and jumped into the water. They were frieghtened and fatigued but they swam for their lives. Their arms felt heavier by the minute, they finally made it to a shore. "No.....No..No no no no no no..." Raphael began, his hands submerged into fresh sand. They were trapped on another Island.

The survivors were all sprawled out on the beach, soaked with their chests heaving. They were trapped.

They had been in this situation before, but others like Dewe, Shaena and Lexi hadn't. Everyone's mind was in different places, they began breaking off into groups to get jobs done. They all searched the water and collected large pieces of drift wood from the boat. They began constructing huts from leaves, rope and wood. They were crude but provided as shelter. Another group managed to start a fire by a large tree. Everyone gathered and spoke about any useful talents and other topics to keep their minds off of their hopeless situation.


Dewe had began fishing, and Tzekel hunted under water. The two returned with different types of sea food, they cooked and ate them the same. The survivors walked around the beach helping others who drifted from the boat, and had just arrived to the island. It was then under the night sky, the camp site was surrounded by a dense smog. The fog was thick and blocked any sight passed it or into it. Out came a lone forsaken pirate rotting beyond imagination. It shrieked to the sky like a basilisk-banshee as more swarmed the campsite. Out numbered, the survivors grabbed their weapons and fought for their lives.

The Ordonis Odyssey: Cursed Souls

Raphael had a lot going on his mind at the time, he was trapped on an island for a second time. He felt for some reason that this time they wouldn't be so lucky. He also felt that all the events were connected. The fact a majority of the people who were present at the last nightmare were here for this one. They even found Rigley a human engineer that perpetually wears a diving bell. He remembered back to the last island, how he was taken under control by the weapon he was given. He shook his head, but wondered if they would use him again.

Before the fog had disapated the lone forsaken pirate returned with a metal case. It dropped the case in the sand. "A...Presssssseeeeeeent. Or....A...Reewaaaaaaard." it said before walking back into the fog. Raph went to the case and observed it, he and Hawk were reluctant to open it. The others looked to the case with suspicion. "It could be a bomb." Lexi proclaimed. "Chh..." A pregnant Jean said annoyed as she stood up and simply broke the lock with her sword. She opened it nonchalantly and looked inside, and saw an ebony claymore detailed with exotic features. She grabbed it and walked away, the others watched in disbelief.

Raphael assumed that weapon to be a sword just like the one he was given. He didn't want Jean to go through what he did, he warned Hawk to stay on guard. He told him that Jean or himself could possibly become a threat if they were used like he was. Hawk nodded remembering when Raphael was taken under control last time. "Shit.." The ex captain says. Raphael nods, as the two stand soaking in the dreadful situation. The waves rush in, over the sand as the moon reflects some of the sun's glow brightening the night sky.

Raphael wonders off, Shaena notices and follows. The two had become very close over the pass few months. He had met Shaena before the first nightmare, when they avoided death themselves in Durotar. They had been at each others throats, then became accustomed to each others differences. They soon had learned to appreciate them, then to like them and eventually loved one another. He also never lost his feelings for Jean which Shaena could pick up on, it raised tension between the three.


They stayed there for a day and half, the stay was filled with drama. Raphael wasn't pleasant, nor was he afraid to say exactly how he felt. This led to him getting into many altercations, but for the most part they tried to work together. It was around this time they sat in the make-shift shack, the fire from outside flickering light into the hut, Dewe and Shaena got into some altercation. The two went back and forth as Jean smirked to herself until she became annoyed and left. Raphael stayed deep in his own thoughts, until Dewe got a little to loud with Shaena. He stood up and clenched his fist looking Dewe (who had helped save his life once) right in the eye. "Yell at her -one- more time." Raphael said coldly.

Dewe shook his head. "f**k this, I'm sick of this shit.." He said walking out of the tent. Angered Raphael left the tent, he paced in the sand before walking away, over some high hills on the other side of the island. He stared off into the water, angry he could hear the others down the coast line talking and arguing amongst themselves. Some laughs could be heard over the crashing waves and the seaguls. He blinked watching the limitless water, his anger still wasn't subsiding. He was frustrated, what was the point? He survived Stratholme for this? To never have really accomplished anything, no family he cared for. No children. He would die alone no son, he wished Jean's unborn child was his own. She appeared in his peripherals, he turned to her. She was not smiling, she looked to him "I just punched your b***h." She said before turning around and waddling away.


This was his life, he didn't know if he truly wanted to leave this island. But he did want to accomplish -something-...He was conflicted. Then as Jean finally had joined the others and Raphael was truly alone he heard a voice. "Hey...Come play with us.." It whispered. He walked closer to the voice, it was behind a tree on the edge of the beach. He walked around the tree carefully, his hand sliding on the rough bark keeping him balanced. He saw no one. "Play with us.." He heard, then turned around to see a rotting face grinning in his. He felt a pain in the back of his head, and all went black. He fell into the sand, unconscious.

When he had awoken, he was shackled to a operating table. He struggled to move but his waist, wrist and ankles were bound tight. Standing before him was a large skeleton pirate, from his clothes he wore he appeared to be a pirate from an era way before Raphael's time. He looked at him with horror filled eyes, the pirate's vacant skull stared at him with an empty glare. He raised the sword Raphael had been cursed with months before. Raphael screamed, as he felt himself losing his consciousness. His screams echoed throughout the building and merged in perfectly with the screams of others like organized traffic.

Back On the island, the others had observed something on the surface of the water. It appeared that three rotted out Row boats were drifting over the timid waves. They drifted to the beach, full of decaying civilian corpses. The others watched in horror at the idea that more people were being sent to the island to die. Hawk's keen eye, caught a twitch of a civilian finger. "They ain't dead! Getcha' weapons!" He called out to the others. The corpses ripped themselves up to attack under the star light. They all screamed and cackled like banshees, echoing over the water.



The mad creatures attacked, being sliced and dismembered. They never stopped they only writhed in the sand, like cut worms in the rain. They began landing hits on the fatigued survivors, Hawk took a wound to the eye. Lexi was knocked unconscious, and others were bleeding heavily before the group of fifteen were taken down. It was then that Helen had showed up, she was a cursed quarter master of a pirate captain who was trapped on the original island many many years before. Instead of killing those survivors like she had the others, she decided to help them and they all escaped the island. Her arrival back to the second island by drifting in the water didn't bode well for anyone.

After catching up, they had realized Raphael had gone missing. They searched the island as some stayed back bandaging their wounds. A dense dark cloud rolled over the lake veiling something that moved within it. Pairs of light orbs were seen through the fog, as the tips of boats parted through it. The light orbs were the eyes of many forsaken pirates sailing to the beach. They swarmed the survivors and shackled them all. They then knocked them all out, all went black.

They had awoke in a cold damp cell, the ground was composed of dirt, bone dust and skeletons. Some corpses were still rotting, some had finished before Shaena was born. They were greeted by a large pirate, one whose clothes seemed to be ages before this time. He seemed ancient, He looked to them warning them they had a long life ahead of them. He planned on torturing them for a long time and let them know it. To prove this point, he called forth Three Knights.


The Knights were Raphael, Jean, and Al'Zulak. They were being manipulated by a high powered enchant on weapons that the ancient pirate had "cursed". They were completely under his will. It wasn't until after the pirate left, along with Raphael that the blood shed continued. Helen, was furious she recognized the pirate's voice. It was -her- captain, -her- Husband. It was Duncan Forrester she challenged Jean and put her life on the line. The fight was fierce, Helen crouched low, on all fours. She gripped a small knife tightly in her teeth, she growled like a wraith as she pounced in the air slashing at Jean's armor.

Her speed and agility made her a hard target for Jean, who was now a powerhouse. The battle went on for a few minutes, a cat like savage Helen being illuminated for seconds by the sparks that were caused when her knife met Jean's massive sword. The two danced as if preforming katas, flawless motion until Jean got bored. Her irises were red, as she grinned under he helmet. "Chh.." She switched the grip of her blade quickly and raised the sword cleaving Helen's arm off swiftly. It fell to the ground with slap sound of wet meat. Helen extended her arm forward, and spread her legs further apart to triangulate her stance spreading out her weight. She remained crouched low, still growling in her clenched teeth, she ran at Jean, before the sword was impaled through her face. She hung there and dropped to the floor like a limp doll. Jean, stabbed her corpse once more and lifted it with her sword, she threw it at the cage rattling the bars. The survivors watched in horror.

The body of Helen rattled against the bars, as the metal boom echoed through out the room. A cursed Jean and Al'Zulak watched the others with a cold glare. Impatiently, Jean called out to them. "Who is Next!?" her voice taking a sinister tone. Al'Zulak steps forward, he steps on Helen's body it crushes under the pressure leaking black ooze. The others watched in disgust, some considered Helen a friend. Helen had swore the rest of her existence to be the quarter-master to Hawk. He defeated her in a duel for her life, and the lives of everyone on the previous island.

Al'Zulak snarled at them under his helmet, his tusks grazing against the bars. The Ancient pirate had returned, Raphael was by his side fully armored. The pirate walked to Al'Zulak staring at him blankly. "...You are standing on my wife." He said coldly. Al'Zulak blinked quickly, he stepped back. "Ah...deedn't kno'.." The pirate didn't respond, he picked up Helen's body and threw it over his shoulder. Her black entrails dripping on his vibrant clothing. He raised two bony fingers, covered in rings, he gestured for two to follow. He walked out, Jean and Raphael on either side of him.

Al'Zulak remained on guard, he stepped back from the cages grunting. The others were dealing with the trauma in their own ways. Lexi had seemed to zone out staring at nothing at all blankly, she was unresponsive. Shaena was horrified, but holding on, along with Dewe and Mickey a mage. Tzekel the primal troll didn't seem to effected, death wasn't a foreign concept to him. Hawk realized the dire situation, he seemed to be amongst the level headed ones. He wanted to break free, and came up with an Idea. He began speaking low in Zandali tongue to Tzekel. The others stared blankly.



They had antagonized the guards, who then opened the door while Al'Zulak was down at the other end of the large room. The large primal, Tzekel rushed the smaller guards and kept the door open for the others to quickly escape. They all ran out but were quickly surrounded. Al'Zulak crouched against the wall watching, licking his tusk. He knew they couldn't beat those guards. From across the room, a Kaldorei prisoner watched from a distance. The pirates cackled to the ceiling as they surrounded the others, their bones clanking together.

They were quickly surrounded and the mayhem had began, the guards began slashing away at the group. Blood flying every which way, they weren't defenseless however. The large Primal troll appeared to become larger, his red mane looking like bloody fire over his body. He punched forward, crushing to skulls to dust. The human mage Mickey, extended an arm, flicking fingers and an incantation. A guard was sent ablaze, screaming as his body began melting from the intense heat. The others began punching and kicking the guards, their light bodies being ripped to the ground. The only problem was, they would go down, but get back up. Some began picking up weapons from those that were rendered immobile and began swinging in retaliation. Screams and metal clanging echoed in the air, Al'Zulak watched intrigued.

They continued exchanging blows, punching bones to dust as the remaining bones fell lifeless to the ground. The guards swung relentlessly, their blades chewing into the flesh of the fatigued warriors. They began going back in forth exchanging blows, sending blood and bones raining to the ground. The numbers began to thin, as the fatigued warriors raged on. Shadows from the candle light flickering from the walls of the dungeon, danced in murderous rage impaling and severing skeleton guard shadows to pieces.


They fought, until the guards were a pile of bones. A surprised Al'Zulak stands up, his armor grinding against the wall he was sitting against. "Verah well den...I' look like Ahmma hafta...fight." He says grinning. He leaps up, and runs at them swinging his large blades. A couple take the hits flying back, knocking unconscious instantly. The others, fought on pure instinct already fatigued from the events prior to this one. If they gave up now they would surely fall, they just had -one- more fight until they could catch their breath. And this one was most difficult.

The remaining warriors, fought Al'Zulak for the better half of a hour. The endurance, was strictly run on adrenaline. Since Al'Zulak was the latest to be made into a knight, his bond to his weapon was the weakest. After an intense use of his new found abilities, he had wore his connection thin. The dropped his weapons breathing heavily to the others, they remained in tattered condition staring at Al'Zulak. They both agreed on a silent truce, the remaining warriors slouched down against the walls or wherever they stood bathed in sweat and blood. They had successfully taken over the whole cell block they were in, no guards had left to alert anyone as they were all dead. They knew that the others would return after a while, but they still had many hours before anyone would even -think- of checking up on them.

They began to tend to their wounds, with crude strips of cloth and freeing other prisoners locked in the other cells. The screams of those being tortured in other cell blocks forever present in the air. A young Kaldorei continued to watch the sight, he was impressed. He knew they would be his way out, he just needed them to free him. He watched through the gates, anticipating their arrival.

The Kaldorei and others were freed, and they began to mingle slightly in the open area the survivors had taken over. They all grabbed weapons from the fallen guards, weary of Al'Zulak but understanding he was under Duncan's control. They sat there thinking about the best way to take care of this situation. They heard nothing but the screams of those being tortured throughout the compound. It was then they began hearing rumbling, it had been quiet for over a few hours, as they regained their breath and a little rest. It was as if they were forgotten, left for dead. Though they were out of their cages and shackles they were still trapped. Then they heard an explosion, a giant block of stone erupted from an empty cage. It flew in the air with a trail of dust and smoke behind it. It crashed into the ground, sliding making a scraping noise.

Two large figures approached from the shadows. One was a chimera abomination with four arms, made from Orc, human and tauren parts. It was grotesque and massive, it groaned stomping heavy towards the shocked survivors. The other was a hybrid between a Kaldorei and a Sin'Dorei. He appeared Blue with patches of beige skin all over him. He was slender yet intimidating as well, he remained quiet. Also in the air they could hear the marching of guards headed their way, they would be to the gate in no time. "We'll be surrounded soon!" Someone yelled. "Hurry! Kill em' b'fo' tha' othas arrive" Hawk yelled, they screamed and charged the creatures.



The battle was intense, the four armed Goliath was punching with its multiple arms sending prisoners flying back to the walls, or back into cages. Dust and screams seeping out slowly. The others began cut and chopping away at its dead flesh. The elf hybrid, walked slowly holding his blade tightly. He began sprinting slicing the chest of many, as they fell down to the ground. The Goliath's arm was sliced off. It waved three more, one tauren arm and two orcish ones. They beat on it's chest as the others screamed towards it, extending their weapons. The Magi began casting humble spells of arcane knocking the large beast off balance, the others jumped on its large body stabbing it. They consumed it like ants, before focusing on the Elf hybrid.

By this time, the guards were already banging on the gates trying to get inside. Tzekel began running towards the elf hybrid, he grabbed one of its arms in each of his hands. His right holding a kaldorei arm and his left a Sin'dorei one. He roared as he pulled the elf in half. Hawk pulled his sword from dead flesh and stabbed it in the air. "Dis waaay!" He said running to the hole the abominations came from. Everyone followed, extra prisoners getting picked off and mauled as the guards finally broke through the gates catching up with the stragglers.

Through the opening in the wall, was a tunnel. It wound back and forth, with the roots from the trees above dangling from the ceiling. They rushed in, and found themselves in a labratory. There was an operation table, with neck, wrist and ankle straps. The guards inside the room, turned slowly to the survivors. Their rotted bones creaking, they attacked and battle ensued. They fought over the equipment, and around it. Some bodies being thrown into walls, and crates knocking over their contents. The steady march of the guards behind them becoming louder and louder. During the fight Tzekel had found where their weapons were contained, -and- a switch. He pulled the switch as a door covered the opening they entered from. The guards began to bang on the door with futile determination as they were trapped on the other side.


Now that they had their weapons, they quickly finished off the remaining guards and caught their breath once more. Once they felt prepared to continue, they exited the door. They walked down a hallway, and entered another room. They saw stairs leading upward they headed for them but stopped. In the corner was the second knight, Jean McCarthy. Her arms were crossed in the shadow as she leaned against the corner. "Chh...Idiots." She said removing her sword, she swung a large arc sending a force of energy knocking them all back. She followed jumping down, she grinned under her helmet with ruby irises.

The battle with Jean was a fierce one, no one -wanted- to hurt her. But a cold Jean was a warrior before she became a Knight of Duncan Forrester, her ability and relentless nature made her very dangerous. She attacked them all, and countered most attempts. She fought making no noise past grunts and sighs, the room was filled with screams of those cut, and the sound of clashing metal. She began aiming most of her attacks for the mage Mickey, they had a confrontation prior to being locked up. She was beginning to best him, when the others jumped in out numbering her with her back turned.

Duncan had appeared once more, Raphael not by his side. He looked to them all, "I am surprised you all got here." He laughed heartily. "I thought for sure you would all die...." He shook his head, but his skull still was grinning. He chuckles. "Do -not- think this is over...." He said laughing as he walked away upstairs, his laugh echoing down behind him. While the others tended to Jean's wounds the curious Kaldorei probed a wall he found something, he just couldn't touch it. He called the gnomes over to reach their smaller hands in there. Lexi obliged and pulled the lever, the ground opened from under
them and they fell into blackness.

They all landed one by one, onto the hard ground below. Coughs could be heard, and the skittering of multiple tiny legs. Everyone appeared to be somewhat alright, they could move at least. Jean had come too, she was given a potion. It didn't heal her instantly but it was working on some of her more serious wounds. They had made it this far, they wished to escape with their lives. The cave they were in was covered in spider webs, as large green spiders scurried throughout the cavern. Their legs making skittish noises, tapping against the rock floor. It echoed and unnerved others. Some at this point were too traumatized to show fear, they were numb to the situation as their minds had snapped long ago.

They charged forward through the cave, slicing spiders in their wake. The spiders bit and devoured a few, they fell screaming. The screams were muffled by webs as extra prisoners were taking away into the shadows. They rushed through desperately swinging at multiple spiders, and more chasing them. They ran for their lives and escaped the cave, they saw day light and smiled with joy. The spiders didn't leave the cave, although some where scurrying around in the open field. They were not much of an immediate threat anymore. They had made it to Duskwallow Marsh, they were free and on land. The Gauntlet was over. No more fighting.

A lone dark knight stood amongst the dead grass and trees, the wind picked up nipping at his cape. The black armor shined like black ice he looked to the survivors. He made no statement. "R-Raph!...Y-you okay? We're Free!" Jean said, she hesitantly walked closer to Raphael, trying to get him to snap out of it like she did before. Raphael slowly pulled out his sword, the metal sliding against the inside of his sheathe. He swung the blade in an arc, surrounding Jean and himself in a ring of Black fire.

The two began fighting, Raphael quiet with a silent fury. Jean who was already wounded and didn't want to fight did her best to defend in the ring of black flames. The others watched in horror as there was nothing they could do. The two exchanged slashes from their swords, before Jean knocked Raphael's helmet off. His irises were red as he stared at her. He swung his blade once more even faster than before. He slashed her chest and leg, dropping her instantly. While she was laying in the ground he used each of his swords to impale her hands through the palm. He grinned, looking down on her. She looked at him with horror as he straddled her, he gripped his dark gauntlets around her throat and began to squeeze. He began choking the life out of her, banging her head against the ground. Jean's eyes rolling in the back of her head, as blood and foam began to drizzle from her mouth. "I HATE YOU! I HAATE YOU!!! I HAAAATE YOOOOOOUUU!!" Raphael screamed every time he would bang her head against the ground. Jean gargled, and struggled to breathe until her life was expended. It was -then- Raphael's Irises turned hazel.




He had finally come too, he was bewildered. He looked around as black flames had faded away, being torn like leaves in the wind. Where had these flames come from? He realized Jean's throat was in his hands, it felt loose. He wiped her face. "Oi...Jean" He said softly. He removed his gauntlets and slowly caressed her face, "Oi...Oi! Jean!.." He smirked in disbelief as his vision began to blur. He chuckled as a tear rolled down his cheek, his voice cracked. "Oi...Jean! Wake up..This...This ain't funny." His lips quivered, his soul hurt. He looked to the others, Hawk, Lexi, Rigley, Al'Zulak they all stared out him with cold eyes, eyes of disbelief and horror. It was as if Raphael was a monster.

Raphael looked to Lexi, "L-Lexi...Fix her...Please." Raphael pleaded desperately, like a child. He had always believed Alexandria Steamfizzle to be so smart that she could build anything that could be conceived by imagination. Lexi always told him she could only make bombs and an assortment of weapons but Raphael took this as modesty. "Lexi..Please.." He begged, he rested his forehead on Jean's chest. He held her tightly and cried heavily, "....I can't Raph." Lexi said softly, as her friend sniffled over Jean's corpse.

He got up, and walked away his head low. Lexi followed reluctantly. The others had began digging a grave for Jean, with Hatred for Raphael in there hearts. They covered the hole once Jean was gently placed inside, they criss-crossed her swords over her grave to mark it. Raphael headed for the cave they escaped from, he had no intention of leaving. Lexi stilled followed him relentlessly. The others had since drifted away, in their own directions tired and defeated. Lexi stayed with Raphael as he wondered the cave aimlessly.



Raphael had prepared to die, He had severed a poisonous spider leg and held it tightly in his hands. Lexi stayed with him.

"Why don't you just get out of here?" Raphael said.

"...Not with out you. I left my family before..." she began, as she looked down. "I'm not doing it again."

"Lexi..." Raphael said staring at the leg.

She sat down, Raphael walked over to her and picked her up. She swung violently kicking and punching, he tossed her outside and returned back into the cave. "Enjoy your life..." Raphael had walked to the place where the others had fallen through the trap door. He looked up, there was no way he could make it back up that way. "So...How are we getting up there?" He heard a voice call out from behind him, wearily he turned around to see Lexi with dirt smudges over her body. She didn't look at Raphael but only at the opening, trying to figure out how to climb up there as well. "Lexi..." Raphael said.

"I'm not leaving you...either we both die here, or we leave. It doesn't matter to me." She said with a distant voice.

Raphael sighed. "Fine..." He shook his head and walked past her. "Let's get out of here."

The two walked all the way to Ratchet, solemnly and in shock. They barely spoke, as they crossed the barrens, Raphael only thought about one thing. Jean McCarthy.

After Jean's death at his own hands, Raphael fell into a downward spiral of despair. He cut off all connections to his friends and frequented the taverns in Ratchet and drinking until he was in danger of his own life. Even the Orcish bartender began kicking him out, and denying business. It also wasn't unheard of for him to wake up in a nest of wood planks and broken crates, with feathers and dirt laying on him as a blanket.

He was filthy and lost, his mind only replaying his haunting memory. He remembered being kidnapped then, straddling Jean's corpse. He knew what he had done but he couldn't forgive himself. He didn't want to live with himself anymore.

The Ordonis Odyssey: Depression

His drinking binge led him to Booty Bay, he had left without Shaena or the others. He was lost, selfish and a damaged soul. He would mumble Jean's name over and over again as his lips would wrap around the cool bottle of rum. He didn't shave, as his hair and beard came in thick and untamed. He thought he saw her over the waves as he sailed to the bay. "J..." He began. He shook his head, he -knew- she was dead. He finished the bottle quickly.


He had ran into Lexi in the tavern in the bay, the seagulls calling out to the sun. Raphael walked passed its many patrons paying no mind, but he was recognized. Al'Zulak (one who was trapped on the islands -both- times with Raphael and Jean) recognied him and snarled under his tusk. The two met in the tavern and exchanged words, they became heated when he brought up Jean's death. Raphael became increasingly upset, his pain was beginning to surface. Al'Zulak attacked Raphael as they fought in the bar.

The fight was an expression of raw emotion, the two fighting for the memory of a fallen friend. A comrade. They were both bloody and beaten badly. Raphael, being numb to pain as nothing could out weigh the throbbing he felt in his soul pushed through the fight victorious. Although he took a nasty bite to his shoulder and was bleeding quickly due to his thinned blood.


Laying on the ground, Lexi knelt beside him trying to help him up with her strength. "Come on Raph...You got to cut this out.." She said trying to talk some sense into him. Raphael wasn't listening, he was loosing blood and pretty drunk. He tried to drink some more, Lexi took the bottle from him. The goblins proceeded to kick Him and Al'Zulak out. He sat outside the bar trying to get a hold of himself, a Draenei came over to him looking over his wounds.


"If you want to get back at him, you can't do this to yourself. This is not how we are going to accomplish our goal..." Lexi said looking to her friend who was beginning to sober up slighty due to the leaking blood. He agreed. "We need more people, and I need to be stronger..." Raphael said weakly, he reached for the alcohol which wasn't there. Lexi removed it from her bag to pour on his wounds, she put it away once more. He winced at the stinging. "We will find the others, I know they would like revenge too." Lexi said nodding, she wipes beads of sweat from his brow, as he sways against the wall.

"You see how they feel about me..." He says, references to the fight he had with Al'Zulak. "Not all of them feel that way, And he was drunk as well...I'm sure he'd help too. For Jean." Lexi stated. Raphael sighed. "Hmmm..." He shakily stood up. "Well...We're going to need to find everyone, and I'm going to need to become stronger. I am too weak." He said with defiance. Lexi nodded and joined her friend, they journeyed through the jungles of Stranglethorn looking for anyone. They stopped at Guru'bashi.

Their trail went cold in Stranglethorn, it was hard to find their old friends and Raphael was worn emotionally. They trekked further north back to Elwynn where Raphael went to clear his head. He returned to his house, and spoke things over with Shaena, they argued over his attachment to Jean's death and him putting himself in danger for her. Raphael swore revenge for Jean, for himself, for his friends. He wished to end this once and for all. With Alexandria's help, he planned to do it and they were very close.

Many of the following nights Lexi and Raphael stayed up at the tavern discussing ideas, plans, and new weapons they could use to kill Duncan. Outwardly Raphael was very open about killing him, but his actions showed a hint or reluctance, that Lexi could pick up subtly. Regardless Raphael had made plans for Lexi to make him some new weapons. They planned to leave within the month.


On his way back home from the bar that evening, Zeke was there. Shaena had shot him through the door and refused to listen to Raphael when he told her to leave. They fought alongside each other for the first time, but were both quickly disabled. Zeke stated he didn't wish to fight, and only came for two things. To end their suffering he released their afflictions he caused them to get what he wanted. First he wished for his sword that he gave to Raphael some time ago. Raphael reluctantly handed it over and demanded Zeke left. Zeke persisted. "No...The other is I need your cooperation."

"You got yo' sword, whatchu' need me for?" Raphael asked rubbing his shoulder.

"This sword was the source of a lot of problems. I was being hunted for it, I gave it to you to disturb their trail. It worked, and now I am retrieving it." Zeke said calmly.

"Well wh-" Raphael began but was cut off.

"It is none of your business. I wanted to work with you because I found. -Him-." Zeke said staring at the blade.

"Who?"

"Duncan Forrester. He sought me out because he knew I would help him. He promised to resurrect our father. I was willing to help at any expense. Although I didn't kill you. He became suspicious then. He ended our deal and I went my separate way. That's when I heard he went after you again, and even made you kill..." He stops.

Raphael looks down. "Yeah.. So what do you want now?"

"Well, I can find him for you. Together we will kill him. Think about it, rally your friends. I will return." Zeke said as he left the house. Zeke left but never returned. Raphael didn't fear the worst although he knew something came up. He too left the house, giving Shaena his goodbyes before he slipped out into the darkness to train.


He was gone for months and returned with new stories of his travels, Shaena was interested but just too overjoyed he had returned safely. He had waited for Zeke to return but he never did. Raphael let his revenge go, and began to enjoy the life with his girlfriend Shaena that he proposed to her, and they got married on his return. Lexi attended the wedding and had been with them ever since. Shaena soon after was pregnant with twins. They lived their life peacefully for the next twenty three years, finally happy to get some rest. Even if it wouldn't last forever....

Zeke sat by a camp fire, a dead crocolisk, by the rocks. He bit into it's cooked flesh savagely and spit scales to the ground. He looked up to the trees. "Hmph...It's time to pay my Nephew a visit." It had been twenty-three years since Zeke has spoke with his brother, but he followed him closely. Duncan elluded him, he suspected he was being followed as well. He maintained distance from Raphael and his new family. Zeke looks at the Crocolisk corpse. It lays there unresponsive, as Zeke continues sitting looking around. "They'll be after you boy. Pray your father has made you strong."


23 years ago:

"What should we name them?" Shaena says with a pregnant belly as she sits on the bed. Raphael laying beside her, looking up to her rubbing the stomach. He looks at her as if he can see into her womb. He even points. "There's gotta be a boy in there some where. If it is...His name will be Raphael Ordonis Jr. My mom loved this name.." He says smirking. Shaena nods, knowing Raphael seldom talks about his mother. "And what if their girls?" Shaena says. "Hmm.. Ah dunno. You come up with girl names." Raph says. "Hhmm.... Lexine." Shaena says. Raphael smiles instantly. "Yeah....Ah like that."


Raphael Ordonis Jr. At twenty-three years of age, he has grown to be a respectable young man. He was sent away at a young age much to Raphael's disgust to become a paladin. Shaena thought it would be better for him to be trained, to defend himself and heal. Raphael hated the light but he knew it would be best for his son. Raph left to become a squire at a young age. He progressed in the order, and became a full fledged paladin. He and a platoon was sent to fight in Northrend, until the Lich King's Death.

On leave, they were released to Dalaran where he rested his body and thought about his future and his family. He ran into his twin sister, Lexine she was studying in the libraries of the city and confrontational like her father. Raph figured after a few weeks it would be best to return home, but not back to his parent's house. He had hoped to find Alexandria Steamfizzle, who had been there ever since his birth. He took a portal from Dalaran to Ironforge and was surprised by the festivities he ran into. Apparently, The Regiment was throwing a ball of some sort. Raph ran into his aunt literally steps away from the portal. They reminisced and caught up, over a plate of Dwarven cuisine.

Lexi was concerned on how Raph was doing, and if he had any stories to tell of Northrend. He responded with a distant facial expression, speaking of the cold truths of war. He wished to work on a project with his aunt, something to keep his mind off of the vivid images. He's offered a job at Steamfizzle Industries which is more than he could ask for. He had a fond appreciation for engineering, as he used to spend a lot of time with his aunt, before he left and when he returned home briefly.

“I need to go for a walk.” Raph said, putting his tuxedo jacket back on, and sliding on quel'dorei sunglasses. Lexi watched him concerned, Raph drifted through the crowd and beyond it, into the massive halls of Ironforge. A figure in a cloak watched his every step the figure smirks under his mask and follows the young paladin…