"Hail, Prince Arthas."

Arthas got off his mount and turned to look at the speaker. A woman with neck length brown hair and bright blue eyes. She who wore light, steel armor underneath a blue surcoat with the symbol of Lordaeron on the front. She wore only one large pauldron on her left that was of Elvish design. A large blue cape was wrapped around the pauldron and her armor. Black, fingerless gloves that reached her just below her elbows. Matching gauntlets and vambraces. A piece of cloth was wrapped around her left arm, just above her elbow. In her hands was what looked like a Maul but instead one side was replaced by a wicked axe head of Orcish-make. The last thing Arthas noticed were the set of ears poking out of her hair and her height. Her ears were not as long as the High-Elves but still too long for a Human and she wasn't as tall as the High-Elves. She was at least as tall as Jaina.

"Hail, Paladin." He looked around him and saw two Elven Priests looking over the villagers "What's going on here?"

"These Priests are here to heal the ones affected by the plague, my Lord. I was tasked by the Order to escort them from Quel'thalas and guide them around Lordaeron." The Half-Elf snorted in amusement "High-Elven Priests. At least they didn't completely pulled out of the Alliance."

Arthas hummed in agreement as he watched the Priests speak to some villagers before looking at the Half-Elf "If I may ask, who are you?"

"Joan the Lightgazer, my Lord."

Arthas nodded and he was soon joined by Jaina Proudmoore and Captain Falric.

"Greetings, Paladin." Jaina greeted with a small bow of her head. Falric simply nodded his head. Joan smiled and bowed in returns before turning serious.

"There's a granary warehouse at the far end of the village. The priests and I believe that's where the source of the village's blight may have originated."

"We'll check it out. I assume you and the Priests will accompany us." The Prince replied.

"Yes, my Lord. We were simply waiting for Captain Valerius and his scouts to return."

"Is that them?"

The trio turned to where Captain Falric was pointing at. A short distance from them were four Footmen and a Captain with their shields raised, blocking strikes from the Skeleton soldiers. A few feet behind the Footmen was a Mortar Team, firing bombs at the Skeletons as the Footmen held their ground.

"That's Val, alright." She sighed out before raising her Battle Hammer "Couldn't go one minute without getting into trouble. Excuse me, my Lord. Lady Proudmoore."

She ran towards the soldiers and casted Devotion Aura around them, strengthening their defenses. She cast Holy Light on a Footman that was about to be overwhelmed by two Skeleton Warriors.

"Hold them back, men! For Lordaeron!" The Captain, Valerius, yelled, inspiring his men.

"For Lordaeron!"

Arthas decided to join the fight and rallied his soldiers.

"Rally to me!" He ordered as he mounted his horse. Jaina did the same but Falric didn't and joined his men in formation. Arthas turned to the Archmage "Can you use a spell to take pressure off those men?"

"I have something in mind. But you can't charge in until I'm done. Understand?"

"Do whatever you have to do."

Jaina nodded before facing the ongoing skirmish. She raised her staff in the sky and muttered the spell's incantation as her eyes slowly glowed. The sky darkened and waves of ice shards rained down on the army of Undead. Valerius told his men to hold steady as the Skeletons were riddled with frost shards. He looked over his shoulder just as Jaina finished the spell and Arthas, with his soldiers, charged.

"Make way!"

He and his Footmen broke formation and let the Prince on horseback pass. Arthas, Battle Hammer raised to strike, ran over a skeleton and brought his hammer down on another. Behind him, Falric and his Footmen had their shields raised and were in a wedge formation, slowly following after their Prince and cutting down any Undead Arthas hadn't crushed or ran over.

"Push forward!"

Valerius watched them fight before hearing Joan calling him out.

"Val, think fast!"

He turned to her voice and barely caught the weapon she threw at him. A single edged sword with intricate markings in Elvish engraved on the side. The blade was 2 feet in length, as was the handle. The pommel was a ring with two tassels tied to it. One was blue and the other gold. He looked at Joan and nodded his thanks.

"Don't leave it next time, fool."

She then turned to the battle and charged, casting Divine Shield on herself. Valerius watched her go before noticing that his men were looking at him.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get over there and fight!"

The Footmen quickly scrambled to join the fray. Valerius watched them go before looking at his blade. He read the Elvish markings and sighed before looking at the sky.

"Women."

He shook his head and ran towards the fighting.

~Line Break~

"I'm sorry I can't stay and chat but... duty calls."

The Necromancer raised a group of Skeletons and Ghouls before fleeing. By the warehouse's entrance, a giant abomination roared. The group can say for certain that it has got to be one of the most ugliest thing they have seen and their life.

"The creature looks like it was sewn together from different corpses." Jaina observed with disgust before summoning a Water Elemental.

"Let's study it later after we kill it." Arthas replied as he raised his Battle Hammer and ordered the Footmen to raise their shields.

"I wholeheartedly agree, my Lord." Captain Valerius and Falric raised their shields and readied themselves to face the grotesque abomination.

"By your word, Prince Arthas." Joan stated as she prepared to cast Divine Shield on herself.

The abomination roared again before charging at the Lordaeron group. It was soon followed by Ghouls and Skeleton Warriors.

"Forward!"

Arthas led the charge, Captain Falric and Valerius at his side and the rest of the Footmen following after their Prince. Jaina stood back and sent Fireballs at the Ghouls while her Water Elemental attacked any of the Undead that got too close to her. The Priests by the Footmen, healing them if they looked like they were taking too much of a beating.

Falric saw the Abomination swing it's bloody meat cleaver at Arthas. The Prince blocked it but he didn't realize how strong the creature was and was staggered from the blow. The Abomination poised to strike again but Falric quickly jumped into action.

"Look out!" He ran towards Arthas, cape billowing, and raised his shield to defend the staggered Prince. The cleaver connected with the shield and sent Falric flying back. Arthas growled in anger as he saw his friend get thrown away by the creature and casted Holy Light on the thing. The Abomination roared in pain as the Holy Light shined on it's gruesome form. A Priest quickly went to Falric's side and healed him from any injuries he received from the blow.

"Thank you, Priest." He told the High-Elf before picking up his discarded shield and running back to the fold once more.

Joan crushed a Ghoul with her hammer before swinging it to the side and letting the Axe part of her weapon cut a second Ghoul in half. Unfortunately, it did not deter the Undead as the upper half of it's body began to crawl towards her. She raised her boot and crushed the Ghoul's head. She heard a battle cry behind her and turned around to see Valerius bash his shield on a Ghoul that was about to strike her from the back. The momentum pushed the Undead to the ground and Valerius pinned it down with his shield before stabbing it repeatedly in the head. When the Ghoul stopped moving, he got up and crushed it's head with his boot. He turned to the Half-Elf and gave her a smug smirk.

"Score one for me. I'm up one."

She glared at him in mild annoyance while being thankful at the same time before seeing a Skeleton Warrior about to cut the unsuspecting Captain down. She grabbed his arm and pulled him away before kicking the skeleton down. She raised her Battle Hammer high and brought it down the skeleton's chest cavity, destroying it. She turned back to the Captain and gave him a smug smirk of her own.

"Now we're even again." She then ran to Arthas' side as he swung Light's Vengeance at the Abomination's knee. Seeing the creature fall to one knee, she swung and struck the Abomination's other knee and forced it to kneel. Before it could regain it's bearings, the Water Elemental raised it's watery fists and slammed it down the creature's head. Jaina muttered the incantation of a Fireball spell and struck the Abomination right in the beast's exposed belly. The creature finally had enough and fell on it's back. The group cautiously moved towards it. Jaina wanted to study it and the others, specifically Arthas, wanted to keep the Archmage safe in case the beast still had a little bit of 'Life' left. Valerius, on the other hand, had other ideas.

He walked up beside the Abomination's head and grabbed the Hand Cannon on his belt and fired a shot at the creature's head, leaving a bloody mess. He turned to his companions questioning gaze.

"We can't take any chances, my Lord. Besides, I thought I saw it twitch."

Arthas shook his head before looking at the granary warehouse. Everything around it, even the ground, looked like it was dead or dying. Turning to the Mortar Team, he ordered "Destroy that warehouse, now."

"We'll do it in a jiffy, milord."

"Aye, we will."

Arthas turned away and let the dwarves handle the warehouse before turning to Jaina "What was that? And who was that wizard dressed in black?"

"I believe that robed man is a necromancer. Obviously, he and his lackeys are behind this plague." The blonde Archmage replied. This was troubling. Necromancy was a forbidden magic. Different than the Resurrection the Paladins use. Troubling indeed.

"Well, it's a good bet we'll find him, and the answers we're looking for, in Andorhal."

"Prince Arthas."

The two turned to the speaker and saw Joan. She bowed her head before asking "I would like to accompany you in this mission of yours, my Lord. This plague is worse than what the Order thought. I will send them a message as soon as I get the time. I'll inform them that I shall join your expedition, if you would let me, my Lord."

"I'll join as welI, Prince Arthas." Valerius, who had taken his helmet off to reveal a head of messy, brown hair tied to a tail. Grey eyes and stubble beard. He bowed his head and said "My sword and shield are yours to command, my Lord."

"I will be honored to have you both by my side."

~The next day on the outskirts of Andorhal~

"Job's done, milord." A Worker stated before Arthas dismissed him.

They neared Andorhal but on the way, they encountered cultists doing something to a Mine. When they drove them off, Arthas ordered a base camp to be built. Not wanting to go in without backup. The Barracks was built and so was the Keep. Falric and Valerius were overseeing troop formations and training. Joan was looking over the construction of the Altar of Kings while Jaina and the Priests were discussing what they know about the Plague. He had already sent scouts to see what's the condition of the town and see if there could be cultists or Undead lurking about. He looked around the base and saw the Lumber Mill was almost done, as was the Blacksmith. Some towers were set up on the borders of their base to keep an eye out for anything.

"Milord." A Footman saluted before relaying his message "The scouts found an Undead base in the north. They said the Undead are amassing to assault our base. Some of the Workers spotted a lone red orc south from the base, my liege. They believe it was a Blademaster."

"Thank you, Sergeant. Tell the men to ready the defenses. I want Footmen on the front and the Riflemen at the back. Those rifles will pick the Undead off while the Footmen hold them back." Arthas ordered before dismissing the Sergeant. He brought his hands on the table as he looked at the map of the area. Arthas had a bad feeling about this. What if they were too late? What if the Undead had already attacked Andorhal and turned the citizens into Ghouls?

His thoughts were interrupted when the earth shook violently. The sky darkened and a purple beam of light shined down on the base.

"Arthas!"

Jaina ran towards the Prince but the earthquake threw off her footing and would've fallen face first into the ground if Arthas hadn't managed to catch her. He steadied her before looking at the sky. If the dark sky, purple beam and earthquake wasn't enough. Heavy winds began to blow around them, blowing some of the Workers away.

"Jaina, what is going on!?"

"I-I don't know but this beam... It feels like... like... " Her eyes widened and she looked at Arthas in realization "A Teleportation Spell."

The Prince's eyes widened and he turned to the base "EVERYBODY, HANG ON!"

Falric and Valerius, along with the rest of the soldiers, took shelter in the Barracks. Joan held on to the unfinished Altar of Kings, screaming for Arthas and Jaina to take cover. Everyone else ran to whatever form of shelter they could find. Arthas wrapped his arms around Jaina, eliciting a surprised yelp from the Archmage, and ran towards the Keep. Two Footmen were holding the door open and ushering them inside.

"Quickly, milord!"

Arthas threw Jaina inside and jumped in after just as a weapons crate smashed into the spot where they were standing. The Footmen closed the wooden doors and the Prince sighed in relief only to receive a slap on the back of the head and a glare from the Archmage.

"What was that for?"

"That was for grabbing me and throwing me around like a sac of potatoes!"

The Archmage pouted and crossed her arms. Before Arthas could retort, the whole base was teleported away. Leaving nothing but tree stumps and a very large scorch mark on the ground.

~Line Break~

Arthas opened his eyes and shot up into a sitting position. He looked around and saw the two Footmen slumped by a pillar. He heard a soft voice murmur and found Jaina lying on the ground next to him. Her eyes slowly opened before zeroing on Arthas.

"Arthas? W-What happened?"

The Prince stood up and held out his hand at Jaina. The Archmage shook herself awake before taking the offered hand.

"The Teleportation Spell, or at least, something similar to it. Come on, let's see what happened outside."

The two left the Keep just as the two Footmen gathered their bearings and followed after their Prince. Once outside, Arthas and Jaina stared at their base. Everything was as it were. Aside from the weapons and supplies that were scattered around, everything and everyone was accounted for. Falric and Valerius quickly ran to their side.

"My Lord. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Falric. But what about the rest of the base? Has anyone been injured?"

"No sir."

"It seems you were right, Jaina." Arthas commented "That was similar to Teleportation Spell."

"Yeah but... I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing." She replied as she looked around her. Everyone was confused on what happened but returned to what they were doing. The Workers went back to building while the soldiers kept to the Barracks "Wait... Where are our mounts?"

"They ran off, Lady Proudmoore. Right before the winds blew, the horses ran off." Valerius replied as he shook his head.

"Damn." Arthas cursed before turning to the Captains "I want scouting parties spread out in the area and find out where we are. Return if you find any form of civilization."

"Yes, my Lord." The two Captains saluted before leaving. Arthas turned back to look at the Jaina "See if you can find out who casted the spell and brought us here."

"Of course." Jaina bowed her head before leaving, intent on finding Joan and asking for help in figuring out where the source of the Teleportation Spell came from.

~Line Break~

Two hours later, the scouting parties returned. Falric and Valerius quickly reported to Arthas.

"We found a road that led to a city, my Lord." Falric stated "We didn't get too close in case they spotted us. We weren't sure on how to approach them and wanted to report to you first, Prince Arthas."

"Good work, men. Where is this city, if I may ask?"

"Just north of here, sir." Valerius replied "It won't take long, even on foot, my Liege."

"Alright. Captain Falric." The Captain straightened up "You will accompany Lady Proudmoore and I in to this city. Maybe we can find out where we are from there. Bring two groups of Footmen and one group of Riflemen with you. We'll leave within the hour. Captain Valerius, stay here and watch over the base until we get back. Understood?"

"Yes, my Lord."

The Captains saluted before leaving. Arthas followed after before asking around for Jaina. A Worker pointed towards the Arcane Sanctum, which was under construction. Arthas thanked the Worker before heading towards Jaina. Halfway there, he spotted her talking to some of the Priests and Paladin Lightgazer.

"Jaina."

The Archmage turned around and asked "Yes, Arthas?"

"The scouting party returned and told me of a city to the North. Will you accompany me? I need someone who is adept in the Arcane to help them understand our situation better. Also." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly "Loathe as I am to admit, you're more adept in diplomacy than me. Uther did always I was more inclined to fight first, ask questions later."

Jaina smirked and brought a hand on her hip "On that, we can agree. When do we leave?"

"Within the hour. I suggest you pack light. We'll be walking there."

Jaina nodded before turning back to the Half-Elf and Priests. Arthas stayed for a bit before leaving, heading to his tent to pack the necessities. On the way, he overheard Valerius talking to the scouting party.

"Are you sure? Were they really Orcs?"

'Orcs. Here?'

"They could be Orcs but from what we've seen. They're more savage than the ones we've fought."

"Stupid too." Another Footman added "Didn't even know how to hold a sword right."

"Did you have any trouble?"

"A bit, Captain. But they fell like any other Grunt. We managed, sir. But the big ones were a problem. They were as big as an Ogre. We didn't wanna risk it and retreated."

Valerius crossed his arms and hummed in thought "This is troubling. The Prince must be notified immediately."

"No need, Captain." Arthas spoke up as he approached them "I heard it all."

"My Lord/Milord!" The soldiers exclaimed before they bowed their heads.

"Stand down, men. Captain, my orders still stand. You are to stay here and guard the base. If we are having trouble with them, we'll send a runner to request reinforcements."

"As you wish, my Lord." The Captain nodded before being dismissed.

'Beasts similar to Orcs but more savage. This is troubling. Perhaps we need more than two groups of Footmen.' The Prince thought before going off to find Falric and see what he has to say.

~Line Break~

Nearly an hour later did Arthas and his group leave the base. The Prince had spoken to Falric and the Captain wanted to add another group of Riflemen with them and a Priest for each group. The first group would be led by Arthas while the other would be led by Falric. Jaina would stay at Arthas' side. Arthas ordered Joan to muster enough troops and make them battle-ready in case Arthas and company need reinforcements. They still had a Mount problem but since they weren't too far from the city, travel time wouldn't be an issue. Besides, Jaina can just teleport them back in the base if it comes to it.

"We're almost there, my Lord." Falric informed.

Arthas nodded in acknowledgement while Jaina narrowed her eyes as she saw something in the distance.

"Is that... smoke?"

Arthas turned to where she was looking at and saw smoke in the distance. Falric saw this and halted in his steps

"Oh no."

"Is that where the city is?"

"Yes, my Lord. I didn't expect it to be under siege. We must turn back."

"No!" Jaina exclaimed "We have to help those people."

"Jaina, we can't go fighting someone else's battle. Even I know that."

"That's not it, Arthas. If we help these people, they may be more inclined to help us in return."

Arthas contemplated her suggestion. Honestly, he didn't thought of that. Maybe Jaina has a point. He looked back at the smoke and made his decision.

"We'll help the city." Arthas stated. His voice resolute "Falric, send a runner and call for reinforcements."

"Finley, get back to base and get those reinforcements here. Make haste!"

"Sir!"

Arthas watched the lone Footman retreat before turning to the others "Alright, everyone. Ready your weapons. Let's go save a city. Sergeant, raise the banner."

"Aye, milord."

~Line Break~

Alicia Arcturus couldn't believe in what was happening. First, she was given a message telling the Black Dogs took over Dark Castle and set their sights on conquering Eostia and their plans for the women of the land. Then, a bomb exploded in the middle of the city, followed by an attack by the Black Dogs and monsters.

Gritting her teeth in anger as her city burned and her people butchered. This cannot go on any longer!

"My people... please stand fast."

"Lady Alicia!"

She turned around as two of her knights ran to her side. The news they gave her made the Princess Knight flinch back in shock.

"What!? You mean none of them escaped capture?"

She quickly ran to the side of the wall and saw the monsters holding the nuns hostage. Some even had their clothes ripped off. The Imps jumped on the bound nuns, eager to defile them. A large Imp began yelling at the Princess Knight.

"You're the princess of this land, aren't you? Well, you got the best seat in the house for thi-"

The little demon was cut off as a sound, similar to a thunder, rang throughout the yard, followed by a large piece of the demon's torso was blown off. More thunder rang and the ogres behind the captured nuns barely had a head left.

"Attack! Slay the demons!"

Knights in steel armor charged to the yard, bearing shields and colors unfamiliar to the Princess Knight. On the front of them was a tall, handsome and muscular blonde man, wielding a large Maul and wearing a blue cape. The imps got off the nuns and met the charge of the newcomers. The first one to reach the blonde man was quickly smashed into a bloody heap on the ground by the warrior's hammer. The rest were held back by the soldiers' shields before being pushed down and surrounded. The imps were encircled before run through by the knights' swords. Once all the imps were slain, the soldiers went to work in releasing the prisoners. The blonde went to one of the nuns, who was on her knees and crying.

~Line Break~

"It's alright. Your safe now."

Arthas knelt down and brought a hand on the girl's shoulder. Now he was sure he made the right choice of entering the city if this was what the invaders were doing. The girl wept, traumatized at what could've happened to her if Arthas and his company hadn't arrived. The Prince sighed before rising to his feet. He turned to the Sergeant beside him.

"Sergeant, escort these women to safety."

"But where, milord?"

Arthas looked up at the young blonde at the top of the wall. He heard the Imp yell out if she was the Princess of this land. If so, then where were the King and Queen? Where are their soldiers? Surely those women who wore that sorry excuse for armor were all the soldiers she had.

"To that young lady. Take four Footmen with you and escort them to her."

"Aye, milord." The Sergeant nodded before calling four Footmen to him and went to convince the nuns that they were to escort them to the princess. Arthas then turned to Falric.

"What can you tell me about these invaders?"

"From the ones we encountered at the entrance, it seems they are a mix of bandits, mercenaries and beasts. They kill the men and rape the women on spot. They are despicable, my Lord. I suggest we slay them all but leave a few for interrogation."

"I couldn't agree more, Captain." The Prince then turned to his soldiers "Soldiers of Lordaeron and the Alliance. You have seen what these monsters do. They kill, destroy and rape. These bandits and mercenaries are nothing more than dogs! I will not stand by and let these dogs run amok. They need to be put down!"

"Yeah!"

"We will be the ones to put them down! Slay these wretched beasts. For Lordaeron!"

"FOR LORDAERON!"

Arthas turned towards the center of the city, his soldiers behind him. Their blades and guns, eager to spill the blood of these wretched dogs.

~Line Break~

The Black Dogs and beasts screamed as frost shards fell from the heavens. Some tried to dodge but were impaled by the deadly shards nonetheless. The ogres were too big of a target to miss and the mercenaries didn't have any shields and minimal armor. One lucky mercenary managed to sneak up on Jaina and wrapped his arms around her and started to run his hand on her body. Unfortunately for him, Arthas was right behind him. Towering over the mercenary.

"Hands off, pal."

Seeing the shadow of the figure, the mercenary quickly dropped the Archmage only to be knocked out by a punch by said Archmage. Jaina sneered in disgust at the man before slamming the end of her staff on the man's crotch. The action caused the Prince to visibly cringe at the action.

"Aside from this guy, any problems?"

"No. But... I can't say the same for the women though. They've been too traumatized that they won't let anything male near them."

Arthas sighed. He can't believe he was thinking this. At least back in Azeroth, the Orcs were savages but had a sense of Honor. Well, some of them. The ones here were nothing but beasts with the sole thought to kill and rape.

"We've done what we can for them. We'll let the princess in charge deal with it. Have the reinforcements arrived yet?"

"Yes. They've arrived and are pushing the enemy here. Seems they brought an army with them."

"Where'd they get the men?"

Jaina shrugged.

"The Barracks was apparently full of Footmen and Riflemen. How did we miss them is beyond me."

"I'll take what I can get." Arthas watched the Black Dogs get cut down by his soldiers "So they plan to route them here. Very well. Riflemen!"

"Aye, milord!" The dwarves formed in front of their Prince. Awaiting orders.

"Reinforcements have arrived and are pushing these dogs towards us. The Footmen will create a barricade and you men will stay in the back and pick the dogs off one by one."

"Don't worry, milord. They won't get far. Right, lads!"

"Aye!"

Arthas smiled and nodded his head before ordering the Footmen to start building barricades from whatever they could find. Jaina informed him that the Black Dogs would be here in ten minutes. Enough time to set up the defenses.

As the barricades were getting set up, Arthas spotted the flag of the mercenaries. A red banner with a black dog and a sword in the center. He grabbed the banner and had Jaina set it ablaze before throwing it away. He picked up Lordaeron's standard and planted it firmly on the ground. These Black Dogs will know the might of Lordaeron and the wrath of the Alliance.

~Line Break~

Alicia walked down the road as the fleeing soldiers began making defenses on the road.

"Pardon me, milady."

A knight walked past her, carrying wood he had taken from a cart on his shoulders. The foreigners were making a barricade in the road. She saw some dwarves handling their 'Boomsticks' pouring black powder down the tube. On the front of the barricade, was the blonde warrior. Beside him was a mage, judging by the robe she wore. They were conversing before the blonde man held up the Black Dog's banner and had the mage set it ablaze before throwing it away. He picked up a different banner. A blue background with a stylized, golden L in the center. He raised the standard high before planting it firmly on the ground.

'So he is their leader.' She thought before tapping a knight in the shoulder.

The knight wore the same armor as the rest but his helmet had golden wings on the side. He also wore a blue cape and his sword was more intricate than the others.

"Yes?"

"What is going on here?"

"We are preparing a barricade, my Lady. Our forces beyond are pushing the dogs here. The barricade will hold them off while our Riflemen will take them out from afar. The dogs will not stand a chance."

"Tell me, sir Knight."

The Knight shook his head "I am no Knight, my Lady. I am Captain Falric. What is it you wish to ask?"

"Who is that?"

The Captain turned to where she was pointing at "That? That is Arthas Menethil. Son of King Terenas. Prince of Lordaeron."

"A prince? Lordaeron? I have not heard of such a place."

"I knew you wouldn't. To be honest, my Lady. We do not know where we are. All we know was that we were teleported from our land and into this one. We were supposed to enter the city to ask where we are but we saw the smoke and my Lord decided to help the city."

"That is very generous of him." Alicia replied "Tell him he has my thanks."

"No need, Princess."

Alicia turned to the voice as the Prince and the mage walked towards them. The two bowed their heads before the Prince asked "If I may ask, what is your name Princess..."

Alicia stood straight and held her head high as she introduced herself "My name is Alicia Arcturus. Princess Knight of Iris. Blessed by the Goddess Incarnate herself, Celestine Lucross. Governess of the city of Feoh.

"Well met, Princess Alicia. I guess Captain Falric has already introduced me in my stead."

"Of course, my Lord." The Captain replied with a nod of his head.

"Then allow me to introduce you to my companion. Lady Jaina Proudmoore."

"I can introduce myself, Arthas." The mage cut in with a playful tone. The corners of her eyes twitched upwards as she smiled at the Prince teasingly before turning to Alicia with a gentle smile.

"I am Lady Jaina Proudmoore. Daughter of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore of Kul' Tiras and proud Archmage of the Kirin Tor. A pleasure to meet you, Princess Alicia." The Archmage ended with a small bow.

"Thank you, Lady Proudmoore. As I said, you have my thanks for coming to our aid. How can we ever repay you?"

"We'll talk about that later." Arthas interrupted. His voice serious "The Black Dogs are coming."

He turned to the dwarves "Riflemen, prepare yourselves!"

"Alright, lads. You heard him. Time for target practice!"

The dwarves laughed as they went behind the barricade, boomsticks aimed ahead of the road. The knights formed a wall behind the dwarves. If the Black Dogs get too close, the dwarves would fall back while the knights met the Dogs in armed melee.

"Remember, men." Arthas began. His voice dripping with confidence "These dogs' lives are forfeit. Kill them all. We already have our prisoner. Leave none of them alive. For Lordaeron!"

"For Lordaeron!"

In the distance, Alicia could see the army of Black Dogs running towards them. She noticed that the large orcs were nowhere in sight and the mercenaries had fear in their eyes as they ran. As they neared, Captain Falric began to yell on the top of his lungs.

"VOLLEY FIRE!"

The Riflemen's weapons exploded and fired at the mercenaries. Chunks of their bodies were blasted off but the rest kept running forward. The dwarves pulled back and another set of dwarves replaced them before aiming at the Dogs.

"VOLLEY!"

The second volley took out more than the first and the dwarves fell back. The knights stepped forwards and formed a Shieldwall.

"ADVANCE!"

The knights slowly advanced upon the Black Dogs. The mercenaries care not and charged, even though they would be surrounded soon. The knights halt their advance and braced themselves as the Black Dogs slammed into their shields.

"HOLD STEADY! HOLD STEADY!"

The front line wouldn't break and from the distance, Alicia could see more of Lordaeron's soldier advancing behind the Black Dog's lines. In the center of the advancing forces was a brunette Elf, riding on top of a horse. In her right hand was a Maul Axe while her left held a spear with the flag of Lordaeron.

~Line Break~

"See them run, men. They are cowards!"

"YEAH!"

"Those men are defilers, lower than dirt bandits. Rapists! Justice must be served against these wretched mercenaries. I can't think of a better justice served than by a blade to the heart. Slay them all!"

"YEAH!"

Joan smiled as the Footmen were fired up. A great boost in morale will do them good. She cast Devotion Aura before turning to the Black Dogs and raising her Maul Axe, the Light shining down on her.

"For Lordaeron! For Prince Arthas!"

"FOR THE PRINCE!"

Joan charged with her mount. Lowering the spear on her left and let it run through the mercenary who heard their charge, impaling him in the chest. Her horse trampled the ones in front of her as she spearheaded the charge and ended up in the middle of the Black Dogs. It wasn't long before her Footmen crossed blades with the Black Dogs as they flanked the mercenaries from the back. She kicked a mercenary back and her horse stood in it's hind legs before crushing the man's head with it's front hooves.

She swung her Maul Axe and watched as the Axe part bisected a man in the middle. She then used the Hammer part to cave another mercenary's face in. The Black Dogs focused their attention on her. Mercenaries with spears tried to take a stab at her only for a Water Elemental crashed into them, sending them back. The Half-Elf turned to face the Archmage before making her way to Jaina.

"Thank you for the assistance, Lady Proudmoore."

"It's no trouble, Lady Joan."

She looked around as the Black Dog's numbers slowly dwindled. She saw someone headbutt Arthas only to receive a headbutt from the Prince in return. Captain Falric raised his shield to block a mercenary's strike and saw the man left himself exposed. Seeing his opportunity, he quickly stabbed the man in the midsection before pulling out his blade and quickly severing the man's head. The Black Dogs started to run but the Riflemen did quick work with them. Picking them off like fish in a barrel.

"Thank the Light. It's almost over." The Archmage commented.

"I agree, Lady Proudmoore. The city is safe... "

Jaina looked up at the Paladin as she heard her tone of voice change.

"Is something wrong, Lady Joan?"

"I've seen what they've done with the women. To do so in broad daylight. Light, to do it at all. These men are lower than dirt. May the Light show them mercy for I have none."

She emphasized this by dropping from her mount and walking towards a mercenary who was crawling away. His leg was crushed, likely by Arthas' Maul. As a Paladin, she should heal the man with the Light but after what they've done...

"I can heal you, mercenary. I can."

She kicked him to his back and dropped her Maul Axe at the man's chest. The combined weight and the pain of his legs was too much and the man screamed in pain.

"But after seeing what you've done here. You don't deserve such kindness from me..." She raised her weapon and prepared to use the Axe part to end his life. The mercenary closed his eyes and prepared to let the pain end. He heard a loud the but he felt nothing but the pain of his crushed legs. He opened his eyes only to see the Axe head buried on the ground beside his head.

"Nor such mercy." The Half-Elf muttered before taking her weapon and leaving the man to die in a slow, painful death.

Jaina watched all this happen before following the Paladin as she left to meet up with Arthas. She was conflicted at the man's plight but deep down, she knew he deserved it. It wasn't long before they reached Arthas, along with Falric, who was talking to Princess Alicia about something.

~Line Break~

"So this land is called Eostia?"

"Yes and you are in the city of Feoh. One of the seven cities of Eostia. One which I govern along with Prime minster Meryn Augustus Beasley. Though he vanished before the invasion had begun."

'A traitor perhaps? His timing is too perfect for it not to.' Arthas mused before nodding.

"Now then, Prince Arthas. How could we ever repay you?"

"You can start by helping us with a map and resources. We have a base South of Feoh and my men need the resources to build our buildings."

"Very well but be warned. News of this will reach the Black Dogs and their leader, Volt. He will not take kindly to what happened here. I fear Feoh will not stand another assault like this."

"Can't you request reinforcements from the other cities? Surely they would agree to lending their forces to your aid." The Captain asked.

"Maybe so but the Black Dogs are many. Too many. They were the bulk of our forces in our war against the Dark Elf Queen, Olga Discordia, before they turned on us. The Dark Queen agreed to an Alliance against the Black Dogs after they took her lands but they still outnumber us. Volt is a charismatic man. He had swayed many to his ideals. The only solution I can think of is to abandon the city and seek refuge in Ken."

"How far is Ken from Feoh?"

"Five days if we ride fast."

Arthas hummed in thought. He can offer them help but he doesn't know how long until the Black Dogs return. If Alicia gives them the manpower they need, then maybe they can up the defenses of Feoh and train more troops to bolster their numbers. Perhaps he can also have Alicia's warriors wear more... proper armor than the ones they were wearing now. He can't see why someone would willingly go to battle in such things. The High-Elven Rangers wore minimal armor but not to the point that they looked like they were wearing basically nothing.

"If you can give us the necessary resources and manpower, we can help rebuild Feoh and bolster her defenses."

"Why would you do this?" Alicia asked with narrowed eyes "No one does these things without asking for something in return."

"You're right." Arthas replied. Staring straight into her eyes "I do have something to ask in return. Our base won't be able to withstand an attack from the Black Dogs if Feoh fell. Our numbers are too few for such a defense and our base has no wall to protect us. I ask that you give my people refuge in Feoh and in return, we will do whatever we can to repel whatever the Black Dogs sends us. We will help build siege defenses and train you soldiers that Feoh lacks. But only if you give us refuge."

"You know I can't refuse such an opportunity. Not when my people are on the line. If I refuse, you will leave and my people will suffer. But if I accept, I would be handing my city to a foreign power."

'Not really.' Arthas thought 'I wouldn't leave your people to suffer. I would've escorted them safely to the next city before finding someone else to take us in but if that's how you wanna look at it... '

The Prince kept silent as the Princess pondered on her decision. Alicia looked around her, seeing the soldiers of Lordaeron helping her people. High-Elven Priests running around and helping the wounded. The Dwarves were patrolling the walls, some were drinking with her male soldiers. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. She sighed before looking into Prince Arthas' eyes.

"I accept."

"Accept what?"

The two turned as Jaina and Joan joined them. The Half-Elf set her weapon down and crossed her toned arms. The Archmage raised an eyebrow and waited for an answer, crossing her arms and mirroring the Paladin.

"Well?"

~Line Break~

Captain Valerius sighed as he inspected his Hand Cannon for the umpteenth time. It's been hours since the Prince and his party had left followed later by Joan and the requested reinforcements. Still no sign of their return. The Footman can't stop worrying. Arthas entrusted him to hold the base but that doesn't stop him from worrying about the safety of the Prince of Lordaeron.

"Captain!" A Footman Sergeant called out "There's a messenger outside of the perimeter. She says she brings a message from Prince Arthas."

"Let her in. But keep two Footmen by her at all times."

"Sir."

The Sergeant left the Barracks, leaving Valerius as he set the gun down and picked up his sword and a whetstone before proceeding to sharpen his blade. A while later, he heard the doors open and a very, scantily clad woman entered. Flanked by two Footmen. He had to give the two credit for not openly gawking at the messenger.

'By the Light, woman, have you no decency? ' He thought to himself before the woman stepped forward.

"Captain Valerius?" The messenger began.

"Yes?"

"Prince Arthas tasked me to bring this you."

She reached down her satchel and pulled out a rolled up parchment. She held it out to him and he slowly took it. Upon reading it, the Captain sighed and set it down next to his Hand Cannon, followed by his helmet. Two fingers rubbed the bridge of his nose before looking back at the messenger.

"Very well. I shall have the men ready to leave. Stay and rest for a bit. Help yourself around the base. And for Light's sake, someone get this woman a cloak to cover her! I'd rather not have the Workers get too distracted from their job."

The Captain let out a calming breath before ordering a Footman to relay the message throughout the base. The two Footmen beside the messenger bid her to leave the Barracks. As they left, Valerius shook his head. Things are about to get crazier than it already is. First, the Undead began scourging Lordaeron and now they get sent to another world and with no way back in sight yet.

'See the world, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Yeah right. At least I get to hobnob with Royalty.'