A creature stirs in the swamps.
Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 1:00 am
The two watched cautiously as the rogue sauntered into the small alcove. There were no need for pleasantries. The two had met in battle before, but the third had no recollection of the man or the death knight standing behind him; it was not his place to know them, for he was merely a tool to communicate.
“You are the one of the name Addikus, are you not?”
The rogue nodded, unable to take his eyes away from the pitiful creature's neck. The death knight stood behind him with his hand firmly gripping the mans' neck; his fetid claws dug into his flesh, caustic fluid spilling from his fingertips into the mans' being.
The creature controlling him did not speak, merely spewing out gurgles and strange squeals. It did not take Addikus long to realize it was missing its jaw, and this man was used to speak for him.
“You need not worry for this man, young one. He will not live after this conversation of ours.”
The victim's eyes wandered back towards the death knight, but focused on the rogue as the fingers gripped harder onto his neck.
“War is among your people, and your enemies grow bolder as they hide behind their false bravado.”
The rogue nodded.
“I wish to join you, young one. I will fight for your Grim, and we will silence your enemies.”
With that being said, Suilebro released his grip on the man's neck, leaving him dead on the floor before them.
“You are the one of the name Addikus, are you not?”
The rogue nodded, unable to take his eyes away from the pitiful creature's neck. The death knight stood behind him with his hand firmly gripping the mans' neck; his fetid claws dug into his flesh, caustic fluid spilling from his fingertips into the mans' being.
The creature controlling him did not speak, merely spewing out gurgles and strange squeals. It did not take Addikus long to realize it was missing its jaw, and this man was used to speak for him.
“You need not worry for this man, young one. He will not live after this conversation of ours.”
The victim's eyes wandered back towards the death knight, but focused on the rogue as the fingers gripped harder onto his neck.
“War is among your people, and your enemies grow bolder as they hide behind their false bravado.”
The rogue nodded.
“I wish to join you, young one. I will fight for your Grim, and we will silence your enemies.”
With that being said, Suilebro released his grip on the man's neck, leaving him dead on the floor before them.