As the Phoenix Flies: A Phoenix Battalion Story

Previously, on As the Phoenix Flies...

The younger woman stammered, looking away from the auburn haired man. "But it is wrong!"

The man shook his head quickly: "What's right and wrong? That's all just nonsense! This feels right, my darling!"

She looked up to him, her eyes softening at his words. "If you say so..." She said timidly.

"I do say so, don't you think this is right?" He leaned in, offering a peck on her lips.

Airianne smiled broadly: "I do, father... But still... you are my father!" She said, biting her lower lip in worry.

Alorinis gave a harsh scoff: "I can't help it! I love you!


On Today's episode...

Olani crossed her legs elegantly, the plates on her limbs clanking contently. Across from her sat an elf, slouched in an elegant chair. A beautiful black dress framed his broad figure.

"Oh Vynlarion, that dress is simply delightful upon you!" Olani cooed.

The man gave a nervous giggle: "You think so? I was worried it made my calves look fat..."

She gave dismissive shake of her head: "Nonsense, darling! You look marvellous!"

The two sat in relative silence, sipping from dainty cups situated in their hands. Behind them, Tel'thas Whisperwalk skillfully juggled torches. However, the two tea party goers payed him no heed. The man hurled the flaming objects into the air with ease, smiling contently as he juggled the flaming wood... for some reason.

In the corner, Vesago squatted over a small elven child, slowly dripping water onto his forehead, cackling madly at his torture. "Yes... Yes! Feel the pain, child!"

Vynlarion slouched further into his chair, his dress riding up somewhat. "Oh damn, this bloody dress is riding up! I feel like such a whore."

Olani gave a broad and noble laugh: "That's simply not true. Now, about that crush of yours... think she likes you back?"

Vynlarion blushed a deep crimson, smiling nervously. "I don't know... she's so strong and independent... does she even notice me? I bet not..." A soft light hit his face as he looked away, dejected.

Olani leaned forward, placing a plated hand on his exposed knee: "Vynlarion, you needn't be so shy! I'm sure she feels something for you, we all see it. Isn't that right, boys?" She looked back to the juggling man, and the man torturing a small child, the two raised obligatory Molson Canadian beers and cheered: "Fuck yeah!" Then returned to their work.

Vynlarion smirked some: "And what about your little affair, miss Falcar Ravenwynn?" He jeered cockily.

She gave his stomach a hard pound with her first, causing the male do whine in pain. "Don't speak of that! What Aiden and I have is a beautiful thing!" A soft light hits her face, her expression being a romantic one: "I would die for that man..."

Fade Out

Meanwhile, Erythis wandered the endless plains of the Barrens. Her mouth was dry, lips parched. She looked down to her hands, cursing herself "Oh if only I had magic!"

She looked back up, the sun beat down mercilessly onto the dry land. "Oh my dear boy, where are you!?" She called out desperately.

A nearby dirigible flew by, the side illuminated by the most common advertisement of this day. A young looking elf held a box of fabric softener sheets, proclaiming grandly: "Is your fabric softener doing the job? Try out new, "Soft as a Soft, Soft Baby," softener! Now with 50% more softness, for a soft feel you'll adore!"

The red headed woman gave a tut of her dry tongue, "Damn... I should get some of those... After I pick up a box of those 'Sin'Serrar Os.' Aesera's been whining at me for those, says they got decoder rings in them, now..."

Before her, a balding man sat slumped in an office chair. Surrounding him on all three sides (except the side Erythis stood at) were televisions. He wore a white suit, that, unfortunately did not fit. His large midsection protruded at the bottom, coupled with buttons that strained to restrain his large girth.

Erythis crinkled her nose in disgust: "What or who the hells are you? You smell like some sort of... cheesy snack..."

The man tried to straighten himself in his chair, though failed with an exasperated sigh. "I am the Architect of this world... It was I who designed its many peaks and valleys, its rivers and streams..."

She placed her hands on her hips: "So you're the reason why I can never travel around the world in the opposite direction! Douche."

The man gave a nerdy chuckle: "You want to know where your child is, don't you? Your dear little son?" He snorted, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

She narrowed her eyes: "Of course I do!"

He nodded: "Then look into the screen of visions..." He pointed to the television closest to her. She peered at it, before an image of herself stared back!

"Yes, Erythis... you are your son." He said flatly.

She looks directly into the camera, before offering a devastated: "That's not true! That's impossible!"

The man shrugs: "Search your feelings. You know it to be true."

She stared deeply into the camera lens: "Nooo!!"

Fade Out

Fendon was sprawled out on the warm sandy beach. He stared into the sky, sighing contently, before saying to himself: "I love days off..."

He interlaced his fingers behind his head, closing his eyes for a quick nap, when he felt another presence near him with his demonic sixth sense.

The man sat up, looking around: "Who's there!? Come out and show yourself!" He demanded, cursing himself for not bringing weapons to the beach. His unholy eye beams would have to suffice...

A dainty man stepped out from behind a rock formation, which he had not noticed until now. "Oh it's nice to see you, Fendon! I didn't know you had the day off, too! And you came to the beach, as well? What a fun coincidence!" His voice was high and awkward for a male elf, and his figure was oddly curvaceous.

He narrowed his eyes, he could feel the razer sharp daggers in his knuckles waiting to burst forth and slay this intruder of his free time. "We've never met... who are you?"

He leaned down, "What? Don't remember me? I'm Veshiae! I'm so hurt, Fendon!" He pouted sadly.

He cocked his head: "Veshiae is a woman! You lie!"

He... She... Veshiae gave a grab of his crotch, clearly endowed with some sort of male genitalia: "Not anymore!" He said in a singsong voice. "I got bored of having to sit down to pee, so this was the logical solution! Wanna hear a story!?"

Fendon cocked his head further: "... What?"

He took a seat next to Fendon, sprawling his legs in front of him: "Okay, so, you know Lyadranne? Leader of the Spellfury Contingent. Yeah, she has this collection of severed hands, from all her former boyfriends!"

Fendon blinked: "Huh?"

"It's true! She uses them to pleasure herself, and her boyfriends. They must get weirded out so badly, that she feels insecure and murders them... Poor girl." Veshiae mused sadly.

Fendon rubbed his head: "This is going to be a long day... And I know long days, I'm immortal."

Veshia gave a pat on Fendon's head: "Yes darling, we know you're an immortal demon-titan-elf, no need to brag."

Fade Out

Alorinis paced back and forth. "We're trapped in the C.O building with nothing but Vynlarion's tea..."

Secriel nodded, seated at the officer's desk: "So it'd seem. Maybe those furbolgs that trapped us here will let us out, eventually."

"We're seasoned soldiers, how did furbolgs best us, again?" Alorinis asked.

Secriel shrugged: "Does it matter? Now we have some alone time..." He stood, strutting over to Alorinis, who backed away quickly.

"Woah woah woah, I know I'm the flaming general, but that doesn't mean anything! Vyn's the one in a dress!" Alorinis stammered nervously.

Secriel slid up against him: "Oh come on... Baleros deserves two loving parents, we need to be loving!"

Alorinis frowned: "What about Airianne?!"

Secriel grinned slyly: "What she doesn't know won't hurt her..."

Some time later...

Secriel groaned heavily: "Oh wow... Alorinis!"

Alorinis cackled triumphantly: "I'll be the power behind your throne!"

To Be Continued...