The Brotherhood of Doom

Not really a true rp story as it is but I have written it for a friend and found it very fun to write down nonetheless ^^

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The Brotherhood of Doom

His eyes scanned the lands spread before him as he grunts and wipes his brow underneath his helmet. The smoldering heat made him sweat underneath his heavy leather armor while taking in the barren scenery of the Firelands. Behind him stood nine others waiting for his orders, prepared for battle. One of them stepped forward with a rustling of his robes, his bones visible underneath the fabric of the garments when he straightens himself next to the towering and bulky orc upfront.
Razzerian pulls his gaze away from the molten plains before them and looks down at the forsaken with a stern nod, his brow furrowed while he stretches a hand out to pat the priest upon his shoulder.

“Good to have you back Venom old friend, just like old times isn't it?”

The chuckle escaping the undead sounds rather eerie while he nods, flexing his thin fingers as he responds to the orc at his side.

“We both know you wouldn't get anywhere without me healing your sorry arse to get you out alive”
With a booming laugh the orc turns around and nods, eyeing the gathered group briefly as he sighs.
Things had changed alot since last year and instead of bringing his forces of twenty-five they stood here today with only ten. No longer was he a Sin'dorei due to a twist of fate playing tricks upon him. The change had been sudden en unexpected. But he was still the same as he was months ago upon the frozen front of Icecrown. Be it with slightly different looks. The tale of their victory and their names would never be forgotten in the history and tales of Azeroth. A name that was now gone and only remained within the tales and legends off their successes and victories. Yet they would make fame once more, known as Paradox. The most known members had followed Razzerian and had brought glory to their new order as they had done to the old. The had brought the fame of heroic acts.

Because they managed to succeed where the Argent Crusade had failed. Heroes of all races and genders.
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The room was filled with a white chilling cold when they entered the gates of the Icecrown Citadel, the wounded of the Argent crusade gathered upon the steps to their right while others had formed a front. Their numbers highly decreased when the twenty-five men and women grouped into the middle with a stoic Sin'dorei upfront. His gaze showed a fierce spirit as he turned towards those he had brought with him. Those who had spend the last weeks and months cleaning the cursed halls of the Citadel with him. Some had vanished and others had left the Brotherhood by now, but his most powerfull and loyal members stood by him. Because this day they would venture towards the highest spire to finish what they had started.
Today they would step up bravely to face the Lich King and Razzerian knew they would succeed, their efforts would not be in vain and he would make sure that their names would forever be remembered in the tales and stories.
His hands rest upon his sides with his fingers brushing over the hilts of his daggers firmly strapped to his belt when he begins pacing up and down before his friends of the Brotherhood. When he turns to them and comes to a halt his voice raises high as he speaks with a confident tone. His voice echoing in the frozen halls of the citadel when he speaks to those who silence themselves immediatly. Listening in silence without taking their eyes off the elf speaking in clear respect for their leader.

“Today we shall make our way to the frozen throne, and today -we- shall be victorious, because we are the bravest and strongest of Azeroth and beyond! I have faith in you all that you shall not make mistakes that may cost the lifes of your brethern and sisters in combat. That each and every single one of you is prepared for this battle.”

Razzerian pauzes as he lets his gaze linger on each face before him, some hidden underneath masks and helmets. Faces that reflected his own willpower and strenght. Some who had miraculously survived the previous encounters they had inside these chilling walls and lived through the dreadfull moments of despair, hurt and chaos inflicted upon the Brotherhood. Yet here they all stood with him once more. None of them backing down no matter what awaits them upon the top of the citadel where they would venture today. After all gruesome things they had seen they knew that nobody else but them could free Azeroth from the reign of terror that had been raging over them.

Inhaling deeply Razzerian reaches into his pouches as he draws his first dagger, his hands skillfully applying the poison upon the blade while remaining silent as he keeps his eyes upon the twenty-four stood infront of him. They didn't need another word of explanation and some nodded once before the shimmering sparks of spells began surrounding them all. Each member knowing that they had to use all protective wards and incantations to buff their powers and skills which they had perfected over time. Learning by mistakes to improve and become the best.

The druids weaving their spells of nature and surrounding everyone in a faint green light while the mages made sure to increase the ability of casters to keep them from exhaustion due to the excessive use of spells. Warlocks summoning their most powerfull demons they had tamed and forced into submission and the priests praying to the Holy Light to bless their comrades. Others began to mimmick their leader, dipping their sharpened blades and arrows in mixtures of poison and other similar substances to make their weapons even moreso lethal. The paladins sending out aura's of protection which shines of their armors while the bulky warriors stood fiercely, roaring and shouting to express their strenght and stepping upfront. Ready to take the blows upon their plate garments, just like the former servants of the Lich King seated upon his throne. Their fierce blue eyes shimmering brightly below the saronite helmets that protected their heads.
And the shamans calling down upon the elements, summoning their totems that landed around their feet in a brief practice to make sure that they would be blessed with the powers bestowed upon them.

The sight made the rogue smile briefly even if the gesture was more similar to a smirk then anything else when he surveyed them preparing for the upcoming fight. Proud that he did not need to say a word to make them do what they are supposed to do. Finishing with his own daggers he straps them back upon the belt around his waist and rolls his shoulders backwards as he reaches into his pouch once more and pulls out a small crystal vial. Keeping it within his grasp he coughs audibly to silence the whispers and chants from the Brotherhood before speaking once more.

“We will not leave tonight untill we have succeeded, we shall not fail nor falter and my wrath shall be the end of you if you dare to embarass me and make a mistake up there. We have prepared for this and we do not back off. Finish your business and make certain that you have all you need. In five minutes we will gather before the Throne and I do not wish to lose any time because some might not be ready. Drink your enhancing flasks and make sure you are well fed. This might take a few hours.”

All of them nodded once without uttering a word, reaching into satchels and pouches upon their belts or hidden elsewhere as they heed the words of Razzerian. A feast appearing between the group big enough for them all to take a piece of the prepared food. Once all have taken their place again, finishing the food while all the empty vials fall down upon the floor in an echoing shattering of glass Razzerian raises his voice once more for a final time.

“Be aware of the foul tricks that the Lich King has up his sleeves, his rotten and frozen heart is still filled with pride and his powers have grown over the time that he has reigned. Do not underestimate what will await us! After each creature we have taken down this one will be the hardest, but I -know- that WE will be victorious, WE will slay him TONIGHT. Because we are the Brotherhood of Doom! Heroes of the Horde!”

Their cheers ringed into the Sin'dorei's ears and made him smirk widely, nodding once into the direction of the man who had stood on the sideline as he waited for them to prepare. Tirion Fodring had heard about the brotherhood and placed his hopes into these men and and women where his crusaders had failed. And this night he would stand by their side to defeat the Lich King.

Razzerian gestured to the human paladin and stepped up to him wordlessly to follow his lead into the teleporter that had been added at the end of the room to transport them all to the upper spire of the citadel. And the Brotherhood followed instantly. Each member stepping into the churning cold air upon the round construct.
Once all had arrived they marched on to the center of the spire, their footsteps audible in the now empty halls that they had already cleared from the abominations and minions of the Lich King. Razzerian and Tirion upfront as they nodded at eachother once more and stepped into the middle. Instantly being teleported to the roof of the massive building where the former prince Arthas awaited them. Sat upon his throne while he witnessed each single member of the Brotherhood arrive on the platform.
Yet it was Tirion who stepped forward first while the others swiftly moved into a formation prepared for battle. The words of the paladin booming loudly into their ears which made them sigh at the sound of his pompeous and arrogant attitude, it was their achievement that they stood here today and even if it was a sudden shock to them to suddenly see the man incased in ice they knew they did not need him to be victorious.

“So this is the famous Brotherhood of Doom who has killed all those I had gathered into my servitude within my frozen walls, do you really think that you can defeat me?”

He spoke while descending the stairs of his throne, cackling maniacly while drawing the well known blade Frostmourne, confident that he would slay each of them without much resistance. Not realizing the strenght that lies within the twenty-five members who had gathered. Or their willpower that had been fuelled by the words of their leader.

“Do you think you can defeat -us- Arthas? Even kings grow ignorant of their own flaws.”

It was Razzerian who spoke and stepped to the front, flanked by two of his best armored comrades with their weapons drawn and fearlessly preparing to take the blows that would be inflicted upon them. The elf drawing his daggers grinned and suddenly vanished out of sight yet his voice could be heared from the shadows that concealed him.

“Charge!”

With a clattering of armor and weapons they all launched forth towards the Lich King who put his focuss upon the one who had stood next to the arrogant Sin'dorei and even he was impressed with the skill of his capability to deflect the blows and parry his attacks. But he had so much more up his sleeve, his minions quickly came to his aid as the battle raged on. The group divided amongst those who kept the undead creatures to decapacitate the others at bay and those who pushed the Lich King to the edge of the platform.
The fight was exhausting, even their most powerfull and combined attacks barely weakened the towering death knight but they did not falter nor give up. Not even when he tried to make them all fall into the depths by shattering the platform or carry them away by the summoned Val'kyr that grabbed the members one by one each time one appeared after slaying the previous.

At all times Razzerian did not lose his focuss, yelling orders and commands while he kept a watchfull eye upon all that were fighting with him. Some fell to the ground but they quickly got back to their feet with a skillfull display of healing. Armors got shattered and damaged yet their will to succeed was the only thing that could not be destroyed. Moving quickly each time a black pool of defiled substance would appear below their feet. A display of skill and knowledge.

The Lich King was weakened and it was time for them to finish what they had started when a sudden blow knocked them all back with a loud shattering of ice. Tirion had finally managed to free himself after they had done all the work.

“Brilliant ...” Grunted Razzerian when swiftly getting back to his feet, dancing within the shadows as he dashed forward behind the Lich King to deliver another blow into his back. The brotherhood following his example as they paid no heed to the words and shouts from the paladin joining the fray. Their concentration was to stay alive and finish this.
And he fell, the fight had been long and exhausting but he fell at last. He had indeed been blind to the power and strenght of the Brotherhood of Doom and their strong leader. Frostmourne landed upon the bloodshed ground while the body of the fallen prince fell with and audible thud next to it.

While lowering his daggers Razzerian straightened his back proudly, his chin tilted in an arrogant manner while he takes a deep breath. They did it.
All twenty-four members exhaled a long drawn-out sigh in relief, none had died and their injuries would heal over time. Exhaustion washed over them now that the thrill of battle had vanished and their goal had been achieved. Weapons were put away as they all quickly looked around to the others, bearing the same grin as their leader, proud and fierce as they slowly grouped up at the front of the stairs.
Razzerian glanced upwards to the massive throne above and began moving to climb the stairs with agile and swift steps. Once reaching the top he turned around and stood before the now empty seat, rasing both his arms in a victorious gesture. Drawing hoarse and tired cheers from those below.

“Tonight we celebrate! From this day forward .. we can all call ourselves .. Kingslayers!”

His voice carried over the platform and they all cheered their praise, for him and for themselves. The adrenaline of the victory coursing in their veins, but he knew. Razzerian knew that tonight was not the end. More would await them in the future and they would not cease their efforts.
Suddenly feeling the exhaustion he slipped down to take a seat upon the frozen throne, leaning back with a deep breath as he beckoned one of the mages over to demand a portal back to Dalaran for them all.

“It is time to leave, rest and feast. Soon whole Azeroth will know of our deeds today and the fame shall be ours.”