Her body quivers, all energy seeming to drain into the Ether. The shadow, known as Eclypse, staggers, the strange vision consuming her, spinning her mind through worlds.
Collapsing against the great Tarecgosa, the strange energy exuding from the beast renews her as the voices in her mind tell of the terrible fate to come. The stench of Deathwing fills the nostrils of the exhausted elf, as his words boom in her mind.
Arygos…over the world of magic, the realm so dear to her heart. This cannot be…it cannot come to pass.
Anger swells in her being, drawing her from the dream of the vision, the familiar world of shadow wrapping around her to renew her strength.
Kneeling before Tarecgosa, Eclypse bows her head humbly, accepting the great ones command.
“As you command, I will depart to Nordrassil at once.”
Turning, she slowly approaches the corpse of the beast Thyrinar. Delicately her fingers caress the now quiet snout.
“More than a worthy opponent, your death will not pass in vain. For one as transcendent as you must in some way be eternal,” whispers from her lips.
Slipping the Elementium dagger from its sheath, she parts the scales covering the dragon’s heart. A grunt escapes, her last ounce of strength pushing the blade to slice through the thick chest muscle underneath the shiny plates. Spreading the flesh, she glimpses the prize…the onyx pearl of the evil heart.
Capturing a thick sliver, Eclypse slips it in to the pyrium vial and stands.
“Soon all will be gathered. Soon you and I will become one. Soon, I shall consume your heart and consume your form. For the honor of the Grim, I will take the dragon form…I will fight for the realm of magic and all of Azeroth. Soon… Very soon.”
Bowing her head, she turns stepping into the portal… “To Nordrassil”
Thyrinar... Rest In Peace
Re: Thyrinar... Rest In Peace
A voice filled with pride comes across the Slayer's communication channel, "The deed is done, Thyrinar is dead."
Sangjai pauses from skinning and smiles. "Dat be ma girl" he says, slapping the meaty haunch of the flayed dragonkin in front him. "Ah knew she could do it!" Flicking on his communication stone, he adds his simple congratulations. "Well done dere, Eclypse."
Sangjai pauses from skinning and smiles. "Dat be ma girl" he says, slapping the meaty haunch of the flayed dragonkin in front him. "Ah knew she could do it!" Flicking on his communication stone, he adds his simple congratulations. "Well done dere, Eclypse."
WRA Grim: Duskheron