It has been years since the Horde and Alliance drove Cho'gall out of his little fortress in the sky, his 'Bastion of Twilight'. Cho'gall had been a fool if he thought he could hold out long enough. His foes were heroes, the people who brought down C'thun in Silithus; defeated Illidan in his own home, the Black Temple; sent Kil'jaeden back to the Twisting Nether, or so it is believed; defeated the Lich Kel'thuzad once and for all; braved Ulduar and defeated an Old God and its corrupted wardens; and released the world from the Lich King's grasp.
This did not mean, however, that Emizuna would have the peace she needed to continue her research. All around her the remnants of the Twilight's Hammer, and the combined forces of the Horde and Alliance clashed. She had to relocate her lab several times, ultimately holing up in a small crag in the Elementium Depths. She hid this place expertly utilizing her Shadow Magic, something that earned her exile from the Draenei.
The Draenei, or Exiled Ones. She laughed. “An exile amongst exiles. How times have changed, Emi.” rumbling all around her notified that the fighting had shifted to the Depths. “Nothing lasts forever, it would seem. You have to admit that the Twilight's Hammer has been quite a handful for the soldiers of the Horde and Alliance. Oh well, might as well start packing.”
At that point she felt a sensation, something that prickled her senses attuned to Shadow Magic. It came from the north, and was very powerful. “That was interesting, and new.” she said as she turned north, “But also ominous at the same time. It might be worth investigating.”
A large tremor knocked her off her hooves, she hit the ground hard, spraining her left ankle. “Curse these fools!” She summoned a Shadowfiend, “Gather my belongings, hurry! I must get out of here before the Alliance and Horde trap, or otherwise bury, me here.” The Shadowfiend scurried off and collected whatever was left of Emizuna'z vials, her books, notes and other belongings. Emizuna herself crawled to her staff, leaning against a stalagmite, got up, and limped to her table just as she Shadowfiend vanished.
She grabbed her bag and started moving towards her hidden entrance when a Twilight Hammer Cultist stumbled inside, looking aghast. Emizuna grunted, “Oh great! More delays. Out of my way, she-Orc.” and she whacked the Cultist in the head, leaving her to fall unconsciously to the floor. “Cultists are apparently useless. Makes one wonder why they even exist.” As she exited her cove, she could see boedies littered everywhere, from each faction there was an abundance. This might just be the Twilight Hammer's last stand. The Depths are a dead-end. She chuckled, Pun not intended.
The moment Emizuna stepped outside she was greeted by sunlight, not so strong as to blind someone when coming from complete darkness, but light enough to blur vision for a short while. The highlands did not get their name for nothing, and judging from the shadows it was noon.
“Get back, ya bugger!” Emizuna heard a Dwarf shout.
“No, you get back!” an Orc shouted back.
“All ye dirty Horde mongrels want is war! Don't think we've forgiven ya fer Southshore!”
Southshore? Emizuna thought, Has that quaint little village at last fallen to the Horde? A shame. I quite liked it there.
“That was not our doing. Blame rattlebone and his kin here.” Emizuna saw clear enough that a hapless Forsaken soldier was pushed forward.
“You filthy Greenskin! When Lady Sylv-” the Forsaken was abruptly shot.
“Damn rotters, they should never have come back!” the Orc spat on the Forsaken's corpse.
“Gulfer, I truly do not believe that was wise. If Garrosh hears of this, he'll-” a Tauren spoke, clearly the voice of reason within the group, before being cut off by Gulfer.
“Shut up, steak! Garrosh is the Warchief now, and he ordered this. This Forsaken, Ulfern, used the Plague on these cultists. Not that they didn't deserve it, but it is forbidden by our Warchief's law.”
“How are you so sure he-”
“I was at the Wrathgate. I saw what happens to the living when they get into contact with it. My brother and sister died there.”
“I am sorry, captain. Still, I do believe Ulfern deserved fair trial. He could still be used for the good of the Horde.”
Gulfer laughed heartily, “I am the good of the Horde! Look at our enemies, how they stand frozen.” He pointed at the Alliance, “They fear u-”
Gulfer twitched as Emizuna made a crude gesture, as if gripping his throat. She turned her hand counter clockwise in a slow fashion, seeing the Orc drop to his nees, gasping for air and his face in pain. Silly, silly Orc. She thought, Remorselessnes deserves a remorseless reply.
The Horde forces stepped back in awe as they saw their captain twitch and turn, his face twisting from anger, to agony, to pain, to fear, untill it finally rested in that state. The Horde forces surrendered and dropped their weapons, some running off into the hills.
The Alliance cheered, “Victoreh, boys!” the Dwarven captain shouted, “But.. who did that?” Emizuna was in no way prepared to make a show of herself, so she tried to slip through the shadows.
“O'er there, sir!” a soldier yelled, “There's som'one in the shadows!”
Emizune swiftly turned, all eyes fixed on her. She could feel their gazes burning into her, their judging looks.
“Ya ain't a Cultist, lass. What be ye?” the captain asked.
“I'm no foe, that's for sure. Yet an ally I am not either. I am on my own, and your fighting has driven me from many of my homes. And now you have driven me from the highlands all-together.” They did not need to know she was leaving for different reasons, but Emizuna liked rubbing such guilt into the faces of unwilling victims. “So, if you'll excuse me, I must go. I have granted you a victory over the Horde, haven't I?” the captain was speechless, she could see it.
She waved and walked, only to stumble and curse under her breath. “Yer hurt? How'd tha' happen?” the Dwarf asked. Emizuna cussed again, And now he's gone all soft on you. How delightfull. “Come wit´ us. We´ll patch ye up at Highbank. We've excelent medics!” She could profit from it. These soldiers, equiped as they are, would only take half a day's march towards their fort. She nodded. “Great! Do ye have a name, miss?”
“Emi”, she told the captain, and they were off.