Nash, Sylvannas, and Varimathras storm Detheroc's encampment. How will it go? Just so there are no questions, this is how I started the actual campaign scenario when I was still in the campaign on Warcraft III, Frozen Throne.

Darkness and Light, Into the Chaos!

Nash looked toward Varimathras with skepticism. He may have agreed to the dreadlord's presence, but he knew first-hand that they could be deceptive. "Detheroc's forces are walled up in the keep." the assassin stated.

"Yes, and he's allied himself with humans, though I'm not sure how." Sylvannas agreed.

"It's most likely his mind control. He enslaved some human commander, Garito or Gariat or something like that." Varimathras supplied.

"Grand Marshal Garithos." Nash corrected. "A Dark Knight known for his racism." Turning to his general, he continued, "There's no way our forces can breach the walls."

"I agree." she replied.

"Then let's get out of here before-" Varimathras began, turning to run before Nash spoke.

"The Banshees and an elite group to do some damage before morning?"

"My thoughts exactly. How should we attack once we're in?" Sylvannas asked.

"We need to take out the undead encampment. The Altar of Darkness is the only way the dreadlord can be brought back, and the Necropolis and Black Citadel are where the Acolytes will be. As they're the only way for them to gather resources and summon buildings, they need to go as well." Nash reasoned.

"And once the Altars are destroyed and the Acolytes killed, Detheroc will fall easily. He'll also lose control of the humans." Sylvannas continued.

"And we can use them to take out Balnazaar." Varimathras finished, realizing how the banshee and high elf worked well together.

"I'll assemble my high elves. I suggest a couple banshees to possess the mortar teams within the keep." Nash informed. "We may even want to consider sending the gargoyles to harass the wall to keep the humans off us should they catch wind."

"Agreed. You and I will lead the sabotage mission, Nash." the Banshee Queen declared. Nash bowed his acknowledgement and left to carry out his task.

...

"What do you want, dreadlord?" Nash spat, turning to the red demon who had followed him.

"I'm curious as to how you and our lady seem to mesh so well." he replied.

"The General and I worked together during her life, I've chosen to work with her in her undeath as well." he replied.

"I see, thank you for the enlightenment." Varimathras said smugly, turning to leave.

...

Nash smirked as he cut the throat of a necromancer at the gate before turning to Sylvannas. "That was easy. Let's see if the next stretch will be the same."

"Just like the Troll Village two-hundred years ago." Sylvannas replied, firing an arrow at a fleeing acolyte.

"You and I remember the Troll Village very differently." Nash replied, watching the possessed mortar teams take out another Altar. "That should be the last of the Altars. Let's see if we can find the green dreadlord."

"No time, we'll have to come back." The dark ranger replied, seeing the sun on the horizon. Nash nodded and took out the scroll of Town Portal he had "borrowed" from Varimathras and quickly activated it. The troops found themselves back at the camp just outside the city. "We need to be ready for the counterattack." Sylvannas stated.

"Leave it to me, General." Nash replied, a smirk on his face as he quickly made for his own troops. Orders were given and Nash's high elves stood at the east exit to the camp while Sylvannas and Varimathras' forces stood at the south. Everyone was ready for a fight. "General, permission to use that?" Nash asked.

"Granted, we can't take any chances." Sylvannas sighed, not liking what was about to happen. First was Detheroc's forces, the ghouls clashing with Varimathras and his own crypt fiends before Sylvannas pegged them in the head, turning them to her own dark minions. Garithos and his own forces charged Nash's High Elves, the assassin grinning at the force. "Nash, do it!" Sylvannas ordered, firing another arrow from her spot behind a couple Nerubian towers.

Nash needed no further orders, his eyes flashing crimson as two green wings extended from his back, his nails sharpening into talons. "Demon Mode." Nash breathed, a malicious grin on his face as his power flowed freely.

"He's a demon?" Varimathras asked, shock written all over his face.

"Half-demon." Sylvannas replied smuggly, shooting the last ghoul in the head.

"Say hello to Death Wave!" Nash called, a burst of green energy erupting from his outstretched hands. Most of the humans fell dead on contact, and any remaining retreated. The first assault was repelled.

And done. I decided to stretch this over a couple chapters because I could. To see the next part, go to my profile page by clicking the devilnightking100 and vote on my poll. Don't mean to sound rude, but this spiked my votes on other stories and I'm trying it everywhere.