Spine Insurgency: Chloe Nightdragon (Emma Ravenshade)

Chloe Nightdragon. Note#1
The essence of horrors twisted and coiled into heart so dark and full of hatred, that even it's caster had to back off for a moment - creature spawned beneath her hands grew in power rapidly, gaining size and ferocity with each passing moment. Woman clad in crimson robes snickered, running her clawed obsidium hand along the dark shadowy scales of the beast. Serpent-like creature coiled around her feet, hissing quietly and glaring around with it's glowing red eyes.
" You shall be the Horror upon the living souls."
Shadowfiend echoed with a lasting hiss, as woman placed her hand upon it's spiked head. She inhaled deeply, a loud wheezing noise escaping her throat, and let the channeling spell pour into the ethereal body of the fiend. She planted horrific pictures, the whispers of death and destruction into the fiend, the very essence of it seething the terror and chaos for mind of a living person.
" The Nightmare shall be your name." 
Woman cackled, pulling off her crimson hood and running one clawed hand through the deep crimson hair. Dying out sunlight crossed the black obsidium mask covering her face almost fully, reflected off the two cardinal rubies in the eyesockets and dispersed into hollow darkness within the rotten left cheek and exposes jaws. The beast replied with a chilling hiss.
The beast grew stronger and bigger, matching size of a two stories building in Orgrimmar. Planted within a Ward somewhere in the city, The Nightmare remained in slumber for nearly a week.
The orcish child closed the book and reached out to the oil lamp to kill off the light for the night - Matrons were spurring everyone else into beds. He was about to shut the lid, when shadows behind the lamp moved and blinked at him with red eyes. Kid screamed, the beast charged forward, clawing into his face and swiping the oil lamp off the table. The fur carpet caught fire, which quickly spread to the wooden table.
" FIRE!" 
Even though Matrons managed to get a few children out, still too many were trapped inside and the fire spread more and more.
The Nightmare feasted. Fire sure weakened him, but the fear in the air and begging screams for help outside fueled his hatred up. The souls devoured gave his shadowy scales more and more protection from the physical world. He have reached his full power and the orc in the doorway was the sweetest treat of the night. The shadowy claw grasped Kren Demonbane and pulled him inside, so just the orc could meet face to face with the ferocious beast. Two red eyes staring into his, staring right into soul. And he stared back. This alone seemed to spur beast to action, followed with a strike of the orc's sword, that sent Kren flying out of the building and Nightmare following him, letting out horrifying screech, mixed with hissing, that sent chill down people's spines. The Nightmare came to life.
Somewhere far across the continent, woman in the crimson robes and obsidium mask covering her face twitched, clenching on the runed crystal. Moment later a wide and wicked grin spread on half of her remaining lips.
" The nights shall be full of screams and horrors... For tonight they released the Nightmare essence into the world of the living."
The shadow scales, spread around the Drag by the exploded beast, left a heavy and dark feeling to the place. None shall sleep calm tonight, the very essence of the terror-spell lingering in the air.
Emma Ravenshade. Note #2
“ Commander.” 
Deathguard's droning voice brought her back from the deep thoughts. It brought her back into the stinking city of orcs, where she stood not far off the tower that shall shelter the pathetic excuse of a trial. Ravenshade sighed, turning her head and facing the man that stood by her right side. Deathguard handed her over a slim scrollcase along with a neatly folded and sealed letter and remained on his spot, as the strange red headed woman glanced through the documents found within the case.
“ Good, good. And my rifle...?”
“ We have it.”
Good. No need for these idiots to find it and relate to the limping fairy.
Humming out short “mhm” woman nodded and placed the documents back into the case, clicking its crooked handle onto her belt and running a thumb across the ornate leather surface. Giving a short glance to another man on her left, who appeared to be one of the Deathstalkers, she nodded towards the gathering crowd and moved in the same direction, placing the letter into one of her inner pockets.
Continuation to stupidity show-off begins now.
It was as bad, as she expected it to be. Living making no sense in their speeches, the court being a complete farce. Where did they find these people? Ravenshade glanced at the 'judge' and suppressed an urge to groan in mental pain. Savages and morons, full room of them, one worse than another. Unrelated answers, unrelated questions. Only person, who gave decent answers (still full of shit, she thought to herself), was stuttering and ran back to his spot in tears.
Pathetic.
But oh how great has her surprise and satisfaction, when the main witness testified in Crokford's favour. Crowd gasped, when Kim'belore confirmed Ossian as one of the Spine members. Success.
How did you do this, you sly bastard?
Ravenshade threw a glance to Crokford which he returned. He couldn't see her grin approvingly. Though before she knew it, the orc called our for her name, with familiarity that made her wrinkle her nose, lucky grimace remained hidden behind the safety of her mask.
“ Identify yourself.” 
Should I be simple formal or rub it in his face?
She gave Kren a quick glance, deciding, within just a couple seconds, followed by the reply almost instantly. Rub it in his face it is.
“ Deathstalker Commander Emma Ravenshade, C-8 unit of High Command of the Undercity.” 
}Success. The orc before her seemed agitated. She droned her relation to the case, calm and emotionless, same apathetically confirming herself as Crokford's superiour. 
Now the moron.
She didn't give the orcish 'prosecutor' even a glance, just keeping her eyes on the orc ahead.
Ossian, one of the Deathstalkers? Yes. Crown affiliated? No. Oh, you want evidence. Don't choke on it.
The ornate leather case handed over. She ordered the original list to be altered, names added and names removed. Royal scribes are too good with their own paperwork and no one can identify seals as fake. Since they are not. What's the matter? Saw a familiar name on the list? Oh how she wanted to laugh now in his face, but she couldn't just yet. Defense had no questions to her, of course, why would they.
Ravenshade stretched her back a little, straightening the proud posture even more when orc was about to dismiss her. Oh no you don't.
She had a statement to make and seemingly now she had Kren's attention. With a calm move she fished out the neatly folded letter and lifted it in the air, showing unbroken seals to the orc first and only then opening the letter. Emma smirked shortly beneath the mask after informing everyone in the room, that this statement was written by the High Command and signed with all official signatures and stamps. Now that she had them all silent, Ravenshade read on.
"With recent developments in mind, the Forsaken have found it in their best interest to withdraw the support they have lent to their orcish, tauren and elven allies inregards to the prosecution of the Spine. The vast amounts of resources spent in aide of our allies could be better assigned elsewhere, keeping in mind the gratitude given to the Forsaken."
Her droning voice sank into silence followed with a gasp from the crowd and Kren Demonbane taking over the document. She saw him read through and his hands clench the parchment in anger.
Satisfying.
To her amusement he burst in rage right there and right at this point, publicly insulting her. Emma curled a sly grin beneath the mask, but responded with nothing but emotionless dismiss of the obvious provocation. Relcha Kim'belore noticeably became even more pale and Emma spotted that. Extremely satisfying.
Kren's thundering voice pulled her out of her thoughts. A trial by combat, he said, face burning in rage. Emma perked one eyebrow, when he pointed at her and roared blame on her.
“ You sealed his fate and you alone.”
“ I do not doubt my men's capabilities.”
That certainly ruffled some feathers, even though orc laughed in response.
And she did not doubt, even when the massive beast of an orc appeared to challenge Crokford for this trial. Galliard's back for a moment was too close and he seemed to almost stumble over at the sight of the creature. 
Make one more step back, Crokford and I'd have to push you back in. Would not do either of us courtesy. Irritated sigh escaped the woman – oh she wanted to get this over with, the orcs cheering on for their champion. Of course they burst into raging ravishment, when orc ripped Crokford's arm off and stomped him into ground. That must have hurt.
But not even for a moment she stood there doubting, perhaps alone in the whole crowd. He will get up and fight.
Her dark looming figure remained still even when massive orc slammed Crokford's back against his knee and the shattering noise caught up with the cheering crowd above. The justice has been done, they said.
" Oh just you wait," Ravenshade uttered in a deep thought, clasping hands on the back of her waist. When the bloodied mess of an orc fell limp, she laughed. Loud, long, with low hoarse voice of hers, but she laughed, turning around on her heels with Kren's yell of Crokford's victory accompanying her laughter. Fools.
The Demonbane stared her down when Deathstalker Commander approached the two fallen combatants and the orc kneeling over them.
“ You proclaimed his victory. I will take my man home now.” 
Oh, you spat on him. How civilized. Mocking chuckle in the back of the leaving orc and careless kick of the beast's remnants aside – she recollected Crokford's body, with no difficulties hauling him over one shoulder and picking up torn off arm with her free hand. Giving dead man a reassuring pat on one shoulder, she turned around and moved out of the pit, not stopping until they stood at the zeppelin tower – all present in the city forces gathered and withdrawn from the Kalimdor's mission against the Spine by the time the zeppelin arrived.
She saw Kren Demonblade somewhere behind them when taking a glance around, but did not wait even a moment, ignoring the orc and stepping on board and ordering the crew to leave straight away. Instead of watching the city disappear behind them she looked at the man over her shoulder, his broken face hidden behind the veil of black hair.
You have crawled out of worse.
Chloe Nightdragon. Note #3
" The Horde is your worst enemy... The Spine is your best of allies."
Whisper within the Shadows kept Kren Demonbane's mind occupied - he was surrounded by friends the other day and now there was only one remaining in the cave. This one, clad in black and red leather armor and equipped with two blazing daggers and a sniper's rifle, did not speak much. She remained silent most of the time, sitting atop of the rock above him, and kept her attention on the entrance to the pool area. What struck him the most was her bright red hair that only now seemingly started losing saturation. She wasn't dead for too long, yet he could sense thanks to the shadows surrounding him that there was something powerful about this woman. And as if reading his mind she turned her head towards him.
" It's wonderful, what one can create. Even more wonderful it is, when one improves already good soldier. You won't find any other absolute beings, but us, Dark Command."
He didn't understand but neither did he question her. The woman smirked, loading the rifle. They have been waiting for too long now.
" The Horde is your worst enemy... The Spine is your best of allies."
He grinned at the thought of spellcast that engulfed his mind with these thoughts. His best friend did it. That fiend woman with obsidium-clad face and strangely alluring sly smile in the only undamaged corner of her lips, who gave him this power. Overwhelming, new, inspiring.
" Commander," Kren spoke up and Ravenshade turned her attention to him once again. " Nightdragon... She showed me the way. The Shadows..."
" Ah, enjoying it?"
And he did. Emma Ravenshade, the ex-Deathstalker Commander, smirked and kept her attention on the man a while longer, pondering the potency of the spell that kept the orc controlled. It wasn't your typical mind control - Demonbane still thought for himself, made his own conclusions and decisions. Yet, he was so blindly loyal to their cause, ready to throw himself into battle against the Horde. She found it peculiar, being unable to cast anything herself.
One of the mines went off in the end of the tunnel. They were here. Emma lifted herself up on her feet and stretched slightly, gears in her limbs creaking under pressure for a moment, and aimed muzzle at the orc.
" Play my hostage for a bit."
Kren laughed, shifting shadows around him to appear as binding chains and pretending to be in pain. He is good, Stalker thought to herself.
Soon the Horde showed up in the area. There were too many of them and yet she knew, that she had upper hand. She was faster, her enchanted senses were better and the magical drain device would keep her safe for a while. It did its job eventually, activating with a barely audible humming and pulling the spell that came from Kal'es into one of the reserve gems. 
They were taking their time, as they always do. Emma curled lips up in a sneer, knowing well enough that they most likely have left someone to watch the entrance, but little she expected a squad of thirteen to show up on order to withdraw. 
That could have went so wrong and bad.
Teorius Darkcast's voice coming from behind the rock - his commands used to be accepted by her instantly and now, even though she didn't trust the man yet, was not an exception. He probably was right. 
Probably.
Pull the trigger towards the elven magi, take a second to see her fall and then roll off into safety of the cover behind the rock. Movements so fast and so unnatural, that her affiliation with the construct-squad is too obvious.
" Now, Kren!"
Barking out a command around the rock, Emma aimed for the set up explosives above the tunnel from which the party came in. The bullet collided with package and set the ceiling of the tunnel into motion, letting it collapse and block the passage. She didn't wait any longer, darting down the other tunnel and giving a short glance over her shoulder.
Kren Demonbane's roar accompanied her and Darkcast's escape. A flask of paralytic gas on the way out and keep running.
Orc will keep his enemies occupied, she had no doubt in that.
" The Horde is your w-..."
Just before Kren snapped out of this endless circle, shadowfiend knocked off his neck, he remembered the rotting breath in his face and the spellthreading. That fiend woman. For just a second rage build up in him, but then the darkness overpowered him and sent orc into dreamless slumber.
She will have to pay for turning him against his own people.
Emma Ravenshade. Note#4
The old dusty fireplace crackled when the flame licked the few branches and some broken in half planks – crimson light filled the ruins of the inn with its warm glow. The flame pushed darkness aside just to reveal black and red armored woman standing before the fireplace and watching the fire from beneath the heavy hood. She shifted her weight slightly and looked down at the heavily damaged left forearm – few metal parts and tubes were ripped apart and green ooze along with black liquid were seething from within it. For the past few days of her travel she tried to keep it fixed, but now it seemed that nothing could hold the leak anymore. With a heavy sigh Emma Ravenshade turned attention back to the fire. 
Was she waiting for someone or just for the end to come, who knows.
The grim ruins, by now left alone to crumble – no dark rangers, no worgen invaders, the slimes dealth with – welcomed the dark silhouette of a man, crossing the abandoned plains. The green puddles shaded his black coat with gentle glow, making him look like a ghost himself. He adjusted his hat to keep his face in the shadow and protect himself from the cloud of dust dragged by the wind just a few feet above the ground. Looking over his shoulder once he made sure not a single soul was following him and only then he entered through the shaken gap between the broken door and the wall of the inn.
Have he come here to meet someone or just to embrace his end, who knows.
The woman pulled heavy hood off, running one hand through the fainting in saturation red hair and glancing at the man over her shoulder. How long has it been? A year, more? She couldn't remember. This was the place, where she remembered things from the life times. This was the place, where she smiled once and called him 'cousin'. So many days and weeks have passed and yet this discovery, of having someone she used to hold dear, kept her awake. So many times she have pulled the trigger without a single back thought or regret, ending someone's life. And yet every time she looked back and knew, that if she fails there is someone who will back her up, no matter what. No banners, no rules they were under would affect this – those in undeath were brothers and sisters, yes, but a relative soul made the bond stronger.
He sighed and moved over to the woman, stopping nearby and glancing down at the damaged arm. She didn't have long. They didn't have long. Man turned attention to the fire that she lit up and let his thoughts trail off for a moment, until they spoke to each other. 
There was no reason to try and run. Even if she would get her arm fixed, the run would not be long. They would be caught eventually, that they both agreed on. The only reason he was here now and not back in Felwood with rest of the team was the fact, that he made a promise to a friend. And he still owed this redheaded fury. The only reason she was here – she promised to never let go anymore. 
Better to go together, like brother and sister, than allow each other to be executed or brainwashed.
“ I still owe you that dance from the Ball.”
She flinched shortly in surprise, looking up and nodding once. That he did and the reminder seemed to easen up the mood a little.
“ And I am still bad at it, Montague.”
Quiet chuckle breaking the silence of the room with the crackling fire on the background, followed with the two circling through the room in calm paces, which soon took more speed – enough to make a living person dizzy. Not many people back then could manage to go through this whole dance, being usually drunk and high spirits. She was one of those people, as far as she remembered, always giving up after first two minutes and not being able to keep up even the slightest. It was always him, who would drag out a girl or another out of the crowd and keep dancing until feet would turn numb.
These memories struck her heavily, just as the dance ended. Here they stood, alone in the dark ruins on the edge between unlife and true death. He pressed the revolver to the side of her head, she placed the muzzle of the gun against his chin. Nowhere to run, no reason to run – beyond only the eternal Shadow and path towards home.
“ Now.”
Inhaling deeply and pulling the trigger.
“ I'm sure there was smoke rising above the trees.”
The two Deathstalkers moved through the ruins, looking around. Construct Tormentor watched them from the top of the townhall's roof, knowing well enough that they won't find anything, but a set aflame Southshore inn. 
He set it aflame after the two thundering shots rolled through the air.
Skittering down the other side of the roof he disappeared in the thick night air, leaving the place behind.
Chloe Nightdragon. Note #5
The spell kept swinging further and further up in power. Chloe Nightdragon, the Fiend, as she called herself lately, did not notice time. She was sure Black could hold them off while she was channeling. How wrong she was. She felt it, every single moment of his death to come, just like Darkwood, Snakebite and Nitely before. 
The rage welled up in her. Pure hatred that was supressed for so long, the every moment and minute of irritation that were not spilled out in her little fights with these people. These people, her people. She felt Black fall.
“ ENOUGH OF THIS MOCKERY!”
 
The burning hatred spilled out breaking the channeling and sending the shadow blast forth, knocking and maiming people around her. For so long she was storing the power, not using a single spell. She saw them fall, saw the Shadows creep through their petty flesh, and she laughed, dispersing within the dark thick blanket of shadows.
They fought back. Prodding the beast with their spells, some empowering her with careless actions – here came the voidwalker, it's mere aura feeding her. The shadowfiends pouring from the darkness, attacking anyone nearby, clawing and biting – the Nightmare essence mixing with the living blood clouding their minds and darkening their hearts. They fought each other, while she coiled up in the avatar of the Nightmare Fiend herself. The massive serpent of twilight scales and diamontipped fangs, oozing green poison and glowing crimson eyes.
 
“ Hahahah, weaklings!” 
Succumb to the power.
There he was, only man to ever resist her controls – Sorlain Amaran. She pulled the shadowy body towards him, serpent revealing itself from the darkness and coiling around the knight, repeatedly striking and withdrawing. He stood vigilant, even taking hits with pride and tenacity. It angered her even more.
The more and more lesser fiends spawned. A few of the living kept attacking each other, creating more chaos in the Pools. For just a moment it seemed like a fight they can not win, but then... Then Amaran struck the serpent with the blazing of Light sword into the jaw. The spell coiled up, shuddered and kicked her out down on her knees right next to Black's corpse. She lifted her hand to the mutilated jaw, the ichor seething through her metal fingers. And yet she laughed, seeing them close up on her and break from the control. 
Today is the day. Now or never, to the end, beyond the Death itself.
Her hazy laughter faded, when orc struck the dagger through the back of her skull. Just the way she ended Cidé's life. Little he knew, that she pumped herself up with the remnants of the liquid fire before entering the city. The purple liquid mixed quickly with her undeath essence, taking the weapon with it and rapidly spreading purple flames. They took everything on their way – the walls, the vaporizing water, the mushrooms... The two bodies on the floor.
The cavern of the Pools of Vision roared out bright purple fire, shading the night skies with its colors. 
Is this the end?