Post by Patryas on Jan 23, 2005 19:48:57 GMT -5
A thin layer of mist spread on the ground in the dead of night. The air lay deathly still in the forests outside Neriak with the exception of two dark elves. One, an aged soldier, struggling to put distance between himself and the other dark elf. He stopped behind a tree to listen and see if the footsteps on the forest floor were still getting louder.
The other delf stopped. Smiling grimly to himself, called out the old soldier.
"Urias. You cannot escape me. I know what crimes your family house has done to mine and what lies it has spread about me in the Council. These are acts that will not go unpunished."
The second delf continued to stalk his prey while he hounded him.
"If you have not heard by now, your house is now burning rubble and the flames have been put out by the blood of your family. You are the last of your house."
Urias carefully and quietly drew out his sword, knowing he could not outrun the shadowknight. He listened as the voice grew louder and the footsteps drew closer.
"With you dead, the empty spot on the Teir'dal Council will go to me. And revenge will be final against your house, Urias," the shadowknight said as he wiped the blood of Urias' wife from his blade.
Urias knew that shadowknight was right on top of him. With a cry he spun round the tree, letting his sword slice through the air. The shadowknight parried Urias' blow and struck him across the face with his gauntlet.
The blood from Urias stood out on the shadowknight's pitch black armor. Urias fell to the ground and his sword dropped from his hand. He slowly crawled away, terrified of the red eyes that peered at him with such hatred from behind the black helm. The shadowknight brought his sword down into Urias' belly. Urias gave a gut-wrenching bellow of pain.
"This is the day Patryas has brought down your pathetic house and taken the lives of you and your family," Patryas sneered as he twisted the sword in Urias' belly.
Patryas pulled of his helm and dropped it to the ground.
"Look into my eyes as you die. I want to remember the horror in them and hope it stays with me."
With a grunt, Patryas pulled his sword from the belly and brought his sword down with an astounding chop and separated the head from the body, the spray of the
blood spraying across Patryas' face and chest. He pulled out a small burlap bag and placed the lifeless head in it, collected his helm and headed back for the city. As he approached Neriak's gates, the guards could see the blood on his armor and the blood dripping from the bag.
"It is done," he said to one of the guards and proceeded into the city.
The guard watched him unitl he was around a corner and out of sight.
"All right," the one guard said to the other, "do it."
And the city alarm was raised.
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The other delf stopped. Smiling grimly to himself, called out the old soldier.
"Urias. You cannot escape me. I know what crimes your family house has done to mine and what lies it has spread about me in the Council. These are acts that will not go unpunished."
The second delf continued to stalk his prey while he hounded him.
"If you have not heard by now, your house is now burning rubble and the flames have been put out by the blood of your family. You are the last of your house."
Urias carefully and quietly drew out his sword, knowing he could not outrun the shadowknight. He listened as the voice grew louder and the footsteps drew closer.
"With you dead, the empty spot on the Teir'dal Council will go to me. And revenge will be final against your house, Urias," the shadowknight said as he wiped the blood of Urias' wife from his blade.
Urias knew that shadowknight was right on top of him. With a cry he spun round the tree, letting his sword slice through the air. The shadowknight parried Urias' blow and struck him across the face with his gauntlet.
The blood from Urias stood out on the shadowknight's pitch black armor. Urias fell to the ground and his sword dropped from his hand. He slowly crawled away, terrified of the red eyes that peered at him with such hatred from behind the black helm. The shadowknight brought his sword down into Urias' belly. Urias gave a gut-wrenching bellow of pain.
"This is the day Patryas has brought down your pathetic house and taken the lives of you and your family," Patryas sneered as he twisted the sword in Urias' belly.
Patryas pulled of his helm and dropped it to the ground.
"Look into my eyes as you die. I want to remember the horror in them and hope it stays with me."
With a grunt, Patryas pulled his sword from the belly and brought his sword down with an astounding chop and separated the head from the body, the spray of the
blood spraying across Patryas' face and chest. He pulled out a small burlap bag and placed the lifeless head in it, collected his helm and headed back for the city. As he approached Neriak's gates, the guards could see the blood on his armor and the blood dripping from the bag.
"It is done," he said to one of the guards and proceeded into the city.
The guard watched him unitl he was around a corner and out of sight.
"All right," the one guard said to the other, "do it."
And the city alarm was raised.
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