A small offering.
Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 12:46 pm
Cythe and Sagen screamed from behind their holy shield, the last sacrifice made by their father, and had to watch helplessly as Arthas himself shoved his wicked blade through his heart, and grin. His evil eyes turned on the two blood elves, and he pointed straight at Sagen,the evil burning in the Lich King's eyes.
"You were thinking about him again, weren't you?" The green gaze bore a knowing hole straight through Sagen. He lifted his head, dark blue eyes turning to the side and down with the rest of his head."Just...break down the door." Cythe nodded, and unstrapped the huge warhammer from his back, and upon readinga holy incantation from his book, the hammer grew in size. He turned on the old, moss-covered wall and struck it down into a pile of debris.The brothers proceeded through the hole, and Sagen unsheathed a giant sword from his back, two more still hanging. Though with slender arms, both warriors wielded their weapons with great ease. Decades of use."He's around here somewhere," Cythe stated, looking around. "I can feel his prescence."They stepped cautiously, cobwebs and scenes of gore and rotted corpses assaulted the Paladin's eyes, and the smell of decay wafted up lazily to the nostrils of the Death Knight. A crooked path lay before them amongst the bones and rusted armor in the low cavern, and both Elves had no problem acclimating their vision to the darkness. "There!" Sagen cried, eyes emanating the blackish hatred of the hellfires that haunted him.They both readied their weapons in a split second, and a ghoulish hound broke forth, half decayed flesh, half skeleton, charging straight at them. The ground encircling them shone in holy light, and then a dark rune circle of pain. The holy energies mixed with the death energies, deciding from their casters to let the other one be.
The hound crashed forth, piles of skulls flying up, as two more joined the hunt, surrounding the two warriors. They stood back to back, awaiting the dashing beasts. Cythe roared and was the first to strike, his holy blade and shield rising up, smashing into the face of a hound. Sagen broke from him and cleaved another's head clean off. Cythe battled behind his righteous shield, avoiding claws scrapes and fangs, before eventually reversing his hold on the blade, and with a vicious backhanded stab drove the holy-rune encrusted blade clean through the hound's cranium.The two brothers turned around; Sagen was too late, and took a savage claw to the chest, shedding scrapes of plate metal into the air, and droplets of blood sprayed Cythe's sword. He blocked the other claw, and hewed off both the front legs with an undercutting swing, dropping the fel beast to the cavern floor. Sagen slowly rose to his feet, and at his brother's nod, drove the blade through it's cruel heart. They both regained composure and met eachother's gaze for a moment, and nodded. "Hark! Foul Horde from the depths of Hell!" Came a self-righteous call from a human Paladin. Two Alliance broke in behind him, and they charged headfirst into a coil of death anda thrown hammer from two very pissed off Elves.
Three human heads rested bloody on top of the shield the Paladin bore outside the main doors of The Grim's guild hall. A note was carved into the steel shield, etched by an expert blacksmith.
"We are two brothers from a different time, and different wars. We have hewn many alliance side by side into tiny pieces. This is just a small offering of what we can do for you. Please consider our offer. Yours faithful;"Testament" (and a few amateur scratches) "Last Will"
"You were thinking about him again, weren't you?" The green gaze bore a knowing hole straight through Sagen. He lifted his head, dark blue eyes turning to the side and down with the rest of his head."Just...break down the door." Cythe nodded, and unstrapped the huge warhammer from his back, and upon readinga holy incantation from his book, the hammer grew in size. He turned on the old, moss-covered wall and struck it down into a pile of debris.The brothers proceeded through the hole, and Sagen unsheathed a giant sword from his back, two more still hanging. Though with slender arms, both warriors wielded their weapons with great ease. Decades of use."He's around here somewhere," Cythe stated, looking around. "I can feel his prescence."They stepped cautiously, cobwebs and scenes of gore and rotted corpses assaulted the Paladin's eyes, and the smell of decay wafted up lazily to the nostrils of the Death Knight. A crooked path lay before them amongst the bones and rusted armor in the low cavern, and both Elves had no problem acclimating their vision to the darkness. "There!" Sagen cried, eyes emanating the blackish hatred of the hellfires that haunted him.They both readied their weapons in a split second, and a ghoulish hound broke forth, half decayed flesh, half skeleton, charging straight at them. The ground encircling them shone in holy light, and then a dark rune circle of pain. The holy energies mixed with the death energies, deciding from their casters to let the other one be.
The hound crashed forth, piles of skulls flying up, as two more joined the hunt, surrounding the two warriors. They stood back to back, awaiting the dashing beasts. Cythe roared and was the first to strike, his holy blade and shield rising up, smashing into the face of a hound. Sagen broke from him and cleaved another's head clean off. Cythe battled behind his righteous shield, avoiding claws scrapes and fangs, before eventually reversing his hold on the blade, and with a vicious backhanded stab drove the holy-rune encrusted blade clean through the hound's cranium.The two brothers turned around; Sagen was too late, and took a savage claw to the chest, shedding scrapes of plate metal into the air, and droplets of blood sprayed Cythe's sword. He blocked the other claw, and hewed off both the front legs with an undercutting swing, dropping the fel beast to the cavern floor. Sagen slowly rose to his feet, and at his brother's nod, drove the blade through it's cruel heart. They both regained composure and met eachother's gaze for a moment, and nodded. "Hark! Foul Horde from the depths of Hell!" Came a self-righteous call from a human Paladin. Two Alliance broke in behind him, and they charged headfirst into a coil of death anda thrown hammer from two very pissed off Elves.
Three human heads rested bloody on top of the shield the Paladin bore outside the main doors of The Grim's guild hall. A note was carved into the steel shield, etched by an expert blacksmith.
"We are two brothers from a different time, and different wars. We have hewn many alliance side by side into tiny pieces. This is just a small offering of what we can do for you. Please consider our offer. Yours faithful;"Testament" (and a few amateur scratches) "Last Will"