Story Time: A Mistress of Chaos


Dreadscar Rift

Andais Lu shifted in her warmongering slippers as she stared up at the Dreadscar battle plans listed with notices of help, urgent letters from the various leaders of both Horde and Alliance requiring aid on the front lines. So many cries for assistance but even with the Scepter of Sargeras now hanging on her back, the destruction warlock still felt overwhelmed. In this conquered world of the Burning Legion, after the defeat of the Pit lord Jagganoth and the pledge of loyalty of the demons living on this floating rock, Andais missed the warm undertones of her garrison back on Draenor.

It had all happened so fast for her to comprehend, first the return to Stormwind City to join the Alliance and her High King on Broken shore where the Legion had returned with Gul’dan alive and leading them on their new crusade. Blood elves and night elves with fel magic running through their veins assisted both factions and called themselves: Demon hunters, it was an irritating ping in the back of all warlocks because they were the original masters of Fel magic and controlling demons.

But what hurt Andais the most was watching High King Varian jump off the airship and landing on the large Fel reaver just holding his sword, Shalamayne. She did not know of his demise until the Lord of the Worgen, Genn Greymane delivered the news to her to pass onto Anduin back in Stormwind City. The young prince was quickly made King and a short funeral was given to the fallen Alliance leader. Preparations and battle plans were made with the generals in the city and soon Andais was whisked to the floating mage city of Dalaran on request by Khadgar. There she was approached by one of the warlocks of the Black harvest council, Ritssyn Flamescowl who requested her magic in the underbelly of Dalaran.

These warlocks had always been ambitious and hoped with a summoning ritual they would have the ability to control stronger demons inside the Burning Legion, it had backfired and life was lost or captured on the Legion world known as Dreadscar. It took Andais’s own power plus a small bit of help from a lesser demon named Calydus who assisted her in retrieving the Scepter of Sargeras from right under Gul’dan’s nose and conquering the rift. Andais Lu was now the Overlord of the Dreadscar as well as The First of the Council of the Black Harvest, Ritssyn had given her the title of leading their gathering.

Opening her hand, Andais sighed as she watched the green fire spark and dance in her fingertips, yes she had gained tremendous power by the magical artifact but she had also lost good friends and soldiers. She had also witnessed the loss of her void lord Yarion, when she tried to summon him when she was locked up in the cage, her voidwalker Helrath appeared in the summoning circle instead. It had left an empty hole in her heart and the need to move on was hard without her superior demons at her disposal.

Stepping away from the battle plans, Andais Lu wandered towards the portal that was connected to Dalaran, maybe the intense fel energy was getting to her brain, time to breathe in home and focus on the quests that were given to her. Quietly, she disappeared into the portal.

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