((I've decided to add another entry to the storyline that takes place a day after the events of the previous story. Also these parts might be relatively shorter or longer than usual. And once again I'm asking for for your thoughts on how my story is and how it is presented, I'd appreciate it if you do comment.))
Scyphe stood at the edge of the balcony at the top of Windrunner Spire, twirling one of the time-drained Timeslicers in his plam as he peered down at the waves crashing along the side of the cliff, contemplating about the recent events with the bronze dragon-flight. The rogue spoke out in a irritated tone, "So they were hoping to eliminate some loose ends without raising a finger were they? Those wretched lizards!" Scyphe banged on the side of the wall as he turned back to face a cluttered mess of open books and tomes scattered along the floor. The night grew darker and colder as Scyphe retired back within the shelter of the ravaged home, holding his head from a slight pain as he lied down, leaning against his bed. "And still no information regarding both the Timeslicers..." the rogue spoke out softly as his eyes began to shut together and he soon doze off into sleep.
The ground began to shake as Scyphe realized he was standing upon a path up the Windrunner Spire, which loomed over the cliff and a soundless sea of waves moving along the rock. As the vibration subsided, Scyphe turned up to see the entire spire on fire before looking downward to see the very same druid who had the rogue imprisoned in the Stormwind Stockade lunge at him, passing through his body. Taken by surprise, Scyphe stepped backwards and slipped off from the edge of the pathway before he instinctively reached his hand out and hung from the ledge. The wind began to grow restless and violent as the warm settling of the evening instantly turned into a furious storm. Scyphe hanged from the edge as he saw a hand reach out towards him in aid. The face Scyphe saw, was that of a blood elf, he seemed to have more of a muscular and taller build than himself and bared a ta-bard with the insignia of the Windblades. Scyphe reached out for the blood elf's hand only to see a giant wave of fire engulf everything around him, forcing him to let go of the ledge. The rogue felt no wind as he fell towards the watery ground and dagger-like rocks. The fire began closing around him while an infinite dragon appeared from below the burning flames and just before reaching the rogue, it let out a roar which sounded of thunder. Scyphe awoke, holding his head in pain as he tried to make any sense of the dream.
The rogue spoke in an exhausted tone, "The spire under siege?" He paused for a moment, letting the pain go away, "No...it wasn't from my time as a child, everything was already in shambles." Scyphe looked out at the sky, there was now a storm instead of dark skies, thunder clashing and lightning streaking across. The rogue also took note of another particular thing, "That Blood elf...he wore the family ta-bard." Scyphe shook his head in disbelief as he was convinced that none of his siblings had survived the attack. However, the more he pondered, the more confused he became. "No, there must be something else, but what?"
Scyphe's thoughts soon went astray as he heard a book fall open from the tattered shelf. As he approached the book, it was the silver tome he had held on after the ordeal. Scyphe picked up the book and it only revealed one location, The Caverns of Time.
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Re: The Life Line
After seeing the layout of the Caverns of Time within the tome, Scyphe immediately knew that the book was trying to lead him to the caverns. However, after that recent excursion, Scyphe decided to use this time to prepare himself and create potions. The rogue searched through broken shelves, gathering empty vials and other experimented flasks, and spread them out on a dusty wooden table.
"Now...if the Bronze Dragonflight assumes that myself and the Infinite Dragons had eliminated each other in the past of Old Hills brad Foothills..." The Blood Elf paused for a moment, pondering before continuing his train of thought. "...then it is best to use this to my advantage and infiltrate the caverns without allowing them any suspicion of my presence."
Scyphe began milling the herbs he had stored away in a fairly small, but new chest of his, attempting to create the potion of illusions from herbs in areas of Mt. Hyjal. The rogue was very familiar with creating this potion, which allowed him to have the appearance of another individual, he managed to create several illusion potions with the very little specific volatile life he held.
"This will have to do for now." Scyphe spoke in a disappointed tone before proceeding to hide both Timeslicers through a small opening underneath a broken shelf and continuing on. "It is best I mustn't bring these, they will surely sense it before my arrival."
With that, Scyphe grabbed two daggers of his own as he gathered some smoke balls into his pack. The rogue had everything prepared and was ready to venture back to the traitorous caverns in Tanaris. Scyphe let out a piercing whistle and minutes later a Grand Wyvern arrived at the top of the spire and the Blood Elf rode off towards Gadgetzan in Tanaris.
By the time of his arrival at Gadgetzan, it was night as Scyphe dismissed the Grand Wyvern and used the embrace of the darkness to move along by the entrance of the Caverns of Time. Scyphe hid behind a wall broken off from the ruins as he peered to see no guards defending the entrance. The rogue swiftly took out a potion of illusion and drank it, giving him the appearance exactly like that of a guard of the Bronze Dragonflight as he walked down into the cold depths of the cave. As Scyphe drew ever more closer to the center of the cavern, he realized there were no dragons about guarding or flying around.
Scyphe mumbled to himself, "Something doesn't feel right." he paused as he kept looking around trying to avoid any contact with Nozdormu.
After minutes of searching around the cavern, Scyphe began to hear voices echoing from the direction of the time passageway to Old Hillsbrad Foothills. The rogue went to investigate and saw that it was Nozdormu and Anachronos having a conversation. Before Scyphe could move in closer to hear the conversation, the illusion had faded away and as he reached in his pack to obtain another potion, he realized all of them had disappeared. Without hesitation, Scyphe quickly eveloped himself with the shadows of the cavern and began to draw closer in on the conversation.
"Do you really believe that Windrunner, Scyphe, is gone now Nozdormu?" Anachronos questioned as he faced the passageway?"
Nozdormu replied, "Yes, I do believe the plan using both our enemies to eliminate each other was successful."
Feeling a certain doubt, Anachronos interrupted, "But sir, what if he survived?"
"Should he have survived the encounter with the Infinite Dragonflight." Nozdormu added, "He will simply be eliminated on spot here, there is no other way to escape through but this passageway." Nozdormu turned away from the portal before discussing a related topic. "Now with a Windblade down, we can begin our search for the other two Windblades."
Scyphe remained still as the news of his other siblings survival of the assault lead him in shock. However, Scyphe was also confused as when Nozdormu said, "...other two Windblades." for he had three siblings: Draikono, Rilah, and Remar.
Anachronos confusedly asked, "Were they not all killed in the raid of their home?"
Nozdormu turned again to face Anachronos, "No, only the mother and father are deceased now." the timelord paused, "As for the daughter, Rilah, and Remar, there are no traces as to where their mother sent them through her portal, Scyphe was the only one we discovered immediately. And as for Draikono..." the timelord paused again as if awaiting for Scyphe to reappear through the portal and all the while Scyphe slowly moved closer to both the dragons. "we already know his location, I sent a special guard impersonating as a human warrior to guard him. He is held prisoner on the Isl--" Nozdormu immediately went silent as Scyphe had stepped over a frozen branch. the Timelord turned facing directly in Scyphe's path, unknowingly it was him. He roared as the wave of fire was shot out from his mouth and the rogue knew he had to escape now and began retreating through the shadows.
"What was there?" Anachronos asked, completely unaware of another presence.
Nozdormu responded, "An intruder escaping, wait here I will deal with this pest."
Scyphe ran back atop to the entrance of the cavern while Nozdormu perused him from behind. The dragon's roar grew more louder and closer as the rogue knew he wouldn't be able to escape on foot, so he released another whistle to call for his grand wyvern in hopes that it arrives before Nozdormu does. Scyphe was nearly at the entrance as he turned to see Nozdormu in his sights and threw a handful of smoke-bombs before leaving the shadows. The thick smoke grew very large that it covered a large area of the entrance as the rogue saw his grand wyvern swoop down fast and without having it land, Scyphe managed to mount it as he flew off over the mountain region of the caverns.
Scyphe was catching his breath as he thought to himself, "So they all are alive?" a moment of silence loomed over before the rogue spoke out, "And as for Draikono...where is he being held?" Scyohe focused intently on Nozdormu's last sentence, but could not obtain any inkling of Draikono's possible location. After hours of flying, Scyphe ordered his wyvern to fly down into Orgrimmar where he will begin to research into various Alliance prsions, holds, and keeps with both Horde or other races imprisoned there.
"Now...if the Bronze Dragonflight assumes that myself and the Infinite Dragons had eliminated each other in the past of Old Hills brad Foothills..." The Blood Elf paused for a moment, pondering before continuing his train of thought. "...then it is best to use this to my advantage and infiltrate the caverns without allowing them any suspicion of my presence."
Scyphe began milling the herbs he had stored away in a fairly small, but new chest of his, attempting to create the potion of illusions from herbs in areas of Mt. Hyjal. The rogue was very familiar with creating this potion, which allowed him to have the appearance of another individual, he managed to create several illusion potions with the very little specific volatile life he held.
"This will have to do for now." Scyphe spoke in a disappointed tone before proceeding to hide both Timeslicers through a small opening underneath a broken shelf and continuing on. "It is best I mustn't bring these, they will surely sense it before my arrival."
With that, Scyphe grabbed two daggers of his own as he gathered some smoke balls into his pack. The rogue had everything prepared and was ready to venture back to the traitorous caverns in Tanaris. Scyphe let out a piercing whistle and minutes later a Grand Wyvern arrived at the top of the spire and the Blood Elf rode off towards Gadgetzan in Tanaris.
By the time of his arrival at Gadgetzan, it was night as Scyphe dismissed the Grand Wyvern and used the embrace of the darkness to move along by the entrance of the Caverns of Time. Scyphe hid behind a wall broken off from the ruins as he peered to see no guards defending the entrance. The rogue swiftly took out a potion of illusion and drank it, giving him the appearance exactly like that of a guard of the Bronze Dragonflight as he walked down into the cold depths of the cave. As Scyphe drew ever more closer to the center of the cavern, he realized there were no dragons about guarding or flying around.
Scyphe mumbled to himself, "Something doesn't feel right." he paused as he kept looking around trying to avoid any contact with Nozdormu.
After minutes of searching around the cavern, Scyphe began to hear voices echoing from the direction of the time passageway to Old Hillsbrad Foothills. The rogue went to investigate and saw that it was Nozdormu and Anachronos having a conversation. Before Scyphe could move in closer to hear the conversation, the illusion had faded away and as he reached in his pack to obtain another potion, he realized all of them had disappeared. Without hesitation, Scyphe quickly eveloped himself with the shadows of the cavern and began to draw closer in on the conversation.
"Do you really believe that Windrunner, Scyphe, is gone now Nozdormu?" Anachronos questioned as he faced the passageway?"
Nozdormu replied, "Yes, I do believe the plan using both our enemies to eliminate each other was successful."
Feeling a certain doubt, Anachronos interrupted, "But sir, what if he survived?"
"Should he have survived the encounter with the Infinite Dragonflight." Nozdormu added, "He will simply be eliminated on spot here, there is no other way to escape through but this passageway." Nozdormu turned away from the portal before discussing a related topic. "Now with a Windblade down, we can begin our search for the other two Windblades."
Scyphe remained still as the news of his other siblings survival of the assault lead him in shock. However, Scyphe was also confused as when Nozdormu said, "...other two Windblades." for he had three siblings: Draikono, Rilah, and Remar.
Anachronos confusedly asked, "Were they not all killed in the raid of their home?"
Nozdormu turned again to face Anachronos, "No, only the mother and father are deceased now." the timelord paused, "As for the daughter, Rilah, and Remar, there are no traces as to where their mother sent them through her portal, Scyphe was the only one we discovered immediately. And as for Draikono..." the timelord paused again as if awaiting for Scyphe to reappear through the portal and all the while Scyphe slowly moved closer to both the dragons. "we already know his location, I sent a special guard impersonating as a human warrior to guard him. He is held prisoner on the Isl--" Nozdormu immediately went silent as Scyphe had stepped over a frozen branch. the Timelord turned facing directly in Scyphe's path, unknowingly it was him. He roared as the wave of fire was shot out from his mouth and the rogue knew he had to escape now and began retreating through the shadows.
"What was there?" Anachronos asked, completely unaware of another presence.
Nozdormu responded, "An intruder escaping, wait here I will deal with this pest."
Scyphe ran back atop to the entrance of the cavern while Nozdormu perused him from behind. The dragon's roar grew more louder and closer as the rogue knew he wouldn't be able to escape on foot, so he released another whistle to call for his grand wyvern in hopes that it arrives before Nozdormu does. Scyphe was nearly at the entrance as he turned to see Nozdormu in his sights and threw a handful of smoke-bombs before leaving the shadows. The thick smoke grew very large that it covered a large area of the entrance as the rogue saw his grand wyvern swoop down fast and without having it land, Scyphe managed to mount it as he flew off over the mountain region of the caverns.
Scyphe was catching his breath as he thought to himself, "So they all are alive?" a moment of silence loomed over before the rogue spoke out, "And as for Draikono...where is he being held?" Scyohe focused intently on Nozdormu's last sentence, but could not obtain any inkling of Draikono's possible location. After hours of flying, Scyphe ordered his wyvern to fly down into Orgrimmar where he will begin to research into various Alliance prsions, holds, and keeps with both Horde or other races imprisoned there.
Re: The Life Line
"Which one is it?" Scyphe mumbled out loud, walking along through the entrance of Orgrimmar's gates, flipping through parchment after parchment of various Alliance prisons and their locations.
The rogue knew that knowing the locations of the prisons is near useless without any precise information of any specific hold. Scyphe grew frustrated at the fact that he wasn't cautious enough to hear the end of Nozdormu's whereabouts of Draikono and instead, blew his cover.
"Not even the contents of the tome will reveal to me where Draikono is being held." The rogue added just as he was about to leave the gates of Orgrimmar.
A sudden pain filled his head as the vision of the dream he had came about, starting right before the swirling spire of fire engulfed him. It was just what had occurred in the dream: Windrunner Spire under attack, the silhouette of another blood elf wearing the Windblade tabard, and the infinite dragonflight appearing from the bottom of the whirling fire with a loud roar as Scyphe fell towards the dagger rocks at the bottom of the cliff. Yet, even when that moment was when the dream had ended before, it continued, the infinite dragonflight and the enraging fire dispersed and vanished leaving not the bottom of the cliff, but three different locations jammed together.
One location Scyphe immediately recognized as part of the Stormwind city's stockade, where he himself had been captive. The other distinguished locations both weren't from the same continent as Stormwind city, judging from surrounding area of them. Both the two other locations, Scyphe could feel cold winds blow through as his fall continued downards, seeing one city above the clouds with purple rooftops and two banners, one being a torn Sunreaver banner and the other, a Kirin Tor. Upon seeing the banners, Scyphe realized that the area the vision was depicting was Dalaran. As for the final area, Scyphe could only make out what a appears to be a ship quickly motioning back and forth between it and Stormwind city, before the vision ended. Scyphe pondered for a moment, contemplating on the three various locations he had seen.
Scyphe spoke in a low tone, "Those cities...Dalaran, Valliance Keep, and Stormwind city." Scyphe paused before continuing, "If these visions are reliable, then I must go begin my infiltration at Dalaran."
The rogue then began walking back into Orgrimmar to board the ships leaving to Warsong Hold in Northrend, without bringing any supplies with him only his daggers and smokebombs as he embarks to scout Dalaran.
The rogue knew that knowing the locations of the prisons is near useless without any precise information of any specific hold. Scyphe grew frustrated at the fact that he wasn't cautious enough to hear the end of Nozdormu's whereabouts of Draikono and instead, blew his cover.
"Not even the contents of the tome will reveal to me where Draikono is being held." The rogue added just as he was about to leave the gates of Orgrimmar.
A sudden pain filled his head as the vision of the dream he had came about, starting right before the swirling spire of fire engulfed him. It was just what had occurred in the dream: Windrunner Spire under attack, the silhouette of another blood elf wearing the Windblade tabard, and the infinite dragonflight appearing from the bottom of the whirling fire with a loud roar as Scyphe fell towards the dagger rocks at the bottom of the cliff. Yet, even when that moment was when the dream had ended before, it continued, the infinite dragonflight and the enraging fire dispersed and vanished leaving not the bottom of the cliff, but three different locations jammed together.
One location Scyphe immediately recognized as part of the Stormwind city's stockade, where he himself had been captive. The other distinguished locations both weren't from the same continent as Stormwind city, judging from surrounding area of them. Both the two other locations, Scyphe could feel cold winds blow through as his fall continued downards, seeing one city above the clouds with purple rooftops and two banners, one being a torn Sunreaver banner and the other, a Kirin Tor. Upon seeing the banners, Scyphe realized that the area the vision was depicting was Dalaran. As for the final area, Scyphe could only make out what a appears to be a ship quickly motioning back and forth between it and Stormwind city, before the vision ended. Scyphe pondered for a moment, contemplating on the three various locations he had seen.
Scyphe spoke in a low tone, "Those cities...Dalaran, Valliance Keep, and Stormwind city." Scyphe paused before continuing, "If these visions are reliable, then I must go begin my infiltration at Dalaran."
The rogue then began walking back into Orgrimmar to board the ships leaving to Warsong Hold in Northrend, without bringing any supplies with him only his daggers and smokebombs as he embarks to scout Dalaran.
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The dawn of darkness emerged as the moon hung in the sky like a beacon from a flame, lingering and flickering in the night sky. Scyphe reached Warsong Hold, contemplating on his approach to enter Dalaran without the use of wind riders to raise suspicion of any lookouts in Dalaran. The rogue began looking around the hold to look for any useful transportation until he saw kite from Pandaria nearby where the Zeppelin docks. Scyphe swiftly moved towards the grey Pandarian Kite and snatched it before heading to the top of Warsong Hold. The winds were blowing eastward with mild violence as though the presence of a storm was approaching and the rogue knew to arrive at Dalaran quickly before it began to brew and destroy the kite.
Before leaping off the top of the hold with the kite, Scyphe mumbled, "This kite doesn't seem to have been crafted well...I will have to depart anyways."
The cold winds of Northrend blew from under the kite, lifting it and allowing Scyphe to maneuver towards Dalaran as the storm began to roar and flash, causing the winds to become restless and violent. As Scyphe was nearly approaching Dalaran's Violet Hold, the fabric of the poorly constructed kite began to tear open as a section of the tied wood snapped and broke apart forcing the rogue to fall in the waters just in front of Violet Hold. Scyphe swam back up under the bridge, noticing an average amount of Kirin Tor guards by the keep, some chatting amongst themselves as others were asleep, dwelling on the floor. A lone guard began walking on the bridge as the rogue saw an opportunity and lunged up, grabbing the guards legs and pulled him down into the waters, making sure his head struck against the edge of the bridge. The guard was unconscious as Scyphe took the armor from him and pushed his floating body under the bridge as alret guards came to investigate what occured.
"What happened soldier?" A guard said, asking Scyphe of the noise of what sounded as a struggle in the waters, not knowing of the impersonator.
Scyphe spoke in a calm tone, "Nothing happened, I merely lost my footing as I walked along the edge here-"
The rogue was interrupted as the guard spoke in a stern tone, "Keep alert, we don't want any of the prisoners inside to escape. Am I clear?"
Scyphe simply nodded as the guard began walking away from the hold where Scyphe began making his way into Violet Hold. The rogue looked at the prison cells, each containing the same monsters and killers as when the Blue Dragonflight attempted to release them.
Scyphe spoke in an annoyed tone, "Same old prisoners, and no Blood Elf." The rogue paused, turning his attention to a voidwalker, Zuramat the Obliterator, and as he did a sharp pain had occurred on his head. As though he wasn't in control of his body, Scyphe lifted his hand which he put a seal mark on; as a barrier against the demon lurking in him, while it began to glow to a bloody red, flashing at Zuramat. Scyphe could see what the seal was doing as it broke apart the voidwalker and absorbed him into the seal where the pain stopped and Scyphe regained his mobility.
The rogue mumbled from the pain, "Why was th-"
A voice intervened his thoughts as it chuckled, "It is only a matter of time before I break free and take your life as mine!" A demonic laugh began to echo in Scyphe's mind as it continued, "Oh and I thank you for allowing me to borrow your body to absorb that voidwalker, to use his powers with mine." The demonic voice began to speak repetitively again, "You will not find a seal, priest, or even warlock to contain me and as I said earlier, it is only a matter of time...till your life is mine!" The demonic voice slowly subsided leaving only echoes of laughter as they too dispersed.
The sudden actions of the demon using the seal broke off the disguise the rogue had leaving a loud boom within the prison. Immediately guards came rushing inside to investigate only to see a large cloud of smoke at the center of the hold and no voidwalker in his cell.
"Alert the others quickly!" A guard shouted as they ran back outside to search for the missing Zuramat as Scyphe rushed down into the sewers of the Underbelly before jumping out the exit pipe and plunging down into the river below Dalaran in Crystalong Forest.
Before leaping off the top of the hold with the kite, Scyphe mumbled, "This kite doesn't seem to have been crafted well...I will have to depart anyways."
The cold winds of Northrend blew from under the kite, lifting it and allowing Scyphe to maneuver towards Dalaran as the storm began to roar and flash, causing the winds to become restless and violent. As Scyphe was nearly approaching Dalaran's Violet Hold, the fabric of the poorly constructed kite began to tear open as a section of the tied wood snapped and broke apart forcing the rogue to fall in the waters just in front of Violet Hold. Scyphe swam back up under the bridge, noticing an average amount of Kirin Tor guards by the keep, some chatting amongst themselves as others were asleep, dwelling on the floor. A lone guard began walking on the bridge as the rogue saw an opportunity and lunged up, grabbing the guards legs and pulled him down into the waters, making sure his head struck against the edge of the bridge. The guard was unconscious as Scyphe took the armor from him and pushed his floating body under the bridge as alret guards came to investigate what occured.
"What happened soldier?" A guard said, asking Scyphe of the noise of what sounded as a struggle in the waters, not knowing of the impersonator.
Scyphe spoke in a calm tone, "Nothing happened, I merely lost my footing as I walked along the edge here-"
The rogue was interrupted as the guard spoke in a stern tone, "Keep alert, we don't want any of the prisoners inside to escape. Am I clear?"
Scyphe simply nodded as the guard began walking away from the hold where Scyphe began making his way into Violet Hold. The rogue looked at the prison cells, each containing the same monsters and killers as when the Blue Dragonflight attempted to release them.
Scyphe spoke in an annoyed tone, "Same old prisoners, and no Blood Elf." The rogue paused, turning his attention to a voidwalker, Zuramat the Obliterator, and as he did a sharp pain had occurred on his head. As though he wasn't in control of his body, Scyphe lifted his hand which he put a seal mark on; as a barrier against the demon lurking in him, while it began to glow to a bloody red, flashing at Zuramat. Scyphe could see what the seal was doing as it broke apart the voidwalker and absorbed him into the seal where the pain stopped and Scyphe regained his mobility.
The rogue mumbled from the pain, "Why was th-"
A voice intervened his thoughts as it chuckled, "It is only a matter of time before I break free and take your life as mine!" A demonic laugh began to echo in Scyphe's mind as it continued, "Oh and I thank you for allowing me to borrow your body to absorb that voidwalker, to use his powers with mine." The demonic voice began to speak repetitively again, "You will not find a seal, priest, or even warlock to contain me and as I said earlier, it is only a matter of time...till your life is mine!" The demonic voice slowly subsided leaving only echoes of laughter as they too dispersed.
The sudden actions of the demon using the seal broke off the disguise the rogue had leaving a loud boom within the prison. Immediately guards came rushing inside to investigate only to see a large cloud of smoke at the center of the hold and no voidwalker in his cell.
"Alert the others quickly!" A guard shouted as they ran back outside to search for the missing Zuramat as Scyphe rushed down into the sewers of the Underbelly before jumping out the exit pipe and plunging down into the river below Dalaran in Crystalong Forest.
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The moon was beginning it's descend down behind the horizon as Scyphe traversed from Dalaran to The Alliance's Valliance Keep in Borean Tundra. The storm was beginning to subside as the rogue laid hidden from watchful eyes of guards as he made his way into the keep. More and more guards grew active as the sun rose with the rain still dripping down scarcely as Scyphe melded in with the shadows as he moved downstairs where he had originally been imprisoned before being sent to the Stormwind Stockade. The rogue looked at the few cells that were there, each containing nothing but empty space.
"No prisoners and still no Blood elf." Scyphe mumbled before hearing footsteps moving downward along the stairs and into the cell area.
Scyphe immediately ducked down and wrapped himself in his cloak which turned it and himself invisible from sight.
"Better get that cell door fixed now before we receive any other prisoners." A guard spoke out; his voice was gruff and stern as he handed a toolbox to a dwarf inspecting a broken lock that seemed to have been dented greatly outward, away from the cell.
The Dwarf replied in a humorous tone as he ready his tools, “It’s nothing I can’t fix!”
“And you must also repair the rest of the locks of the cells.” The guard added as he showed the Dwarf the rest of the locks of the other cells; each in far worse shape than the next.
“Oi!” the Dwarf yelled out, “What did ye have in there, mangy Orcs?”
“No Orcs, Dwarf.” The guard spoke out, “Only a miserable Blood Elf.”
There was a short pause as the Dwarf looked at the guard and began to burst out laughing.
“That was a good one laddie!” the Dwarf said wiping his now cherry colored face.
The guard spoke in annoyance, “It is no joke, the Blood Elf attempted to break out during the night for the last few days, punching the locks with only his fists.” He paused before continuing, “And managed to deeply injure half of the guards that were on patrol those nights until a strange Night Elf warrior came and took him to the Stormwind city Stockade.”
By then Scyphe had found the information he was looking for, although it was late, he merely waited for the guard to leave as he was called back upstairs, leaving the Dwarf alone. Scyphe quietly crept up behind the Dwarf hammering the lock as the rogue pulled a small dagger from his pocket and covered the Dwarf’s mouth before stabbing and slicing his throat. Scyphe then took the disguise of a guard before proceeding to board the ship departing to Stormwind city.
"No prisoners and still no Blood elf." Scyphe mumbled before hearing footsteps moving downward along the stairs and into the cell area.
Scyphe immediately ducked down and wrapped himself in his cloak which turned it and himself invisible from sight.
"Better get that cell door fixed now before we receive any other prisoners." A guard spoke out; his voice was gruff and stern as he handed a toolbox to a dwarf inspecting a broken lock that seemed to have been dented greatly outward, away from the cell.
The Dwarf replied in a humorous tone as he ready his tools, “It’s nothing I can’t fix!”
“And you must also repair the rest of the locks of the cells.” The guard added as he showed the Dwarf the rest of the locks of the other cells; each in far worse shape than the next.
“Oi!” the Dwarf yelled out, “What did ye have in there, mangy Orcs?”
“No Orcs, Dwarf.” The guard spoke out, “Only a miserable Blood Elf.”
There was a short pause as the Dwarf looked at the guard and began to burst out laughing.
“That was a good one laddie!” the Dwarf said wiping his now cherry colored face.
The guard spoke in annoyance, “It is no joke, the Blood Elf attempted to break out during the night for the last few days, punching the locks with only his fists.” He paused before continuing, “And managed to deeply injure half of the guards that were on patrol those nights until a strange Night Elf warrior came and took him to the Stormwind city Stockade.”
By then Scyphe had found the information he was looking for, although it was late, he merely waited for the guard to leave as he was called back upstairs, leaving the Dwarf alone. Scyphe quietly crept up behind the Dwarf hammering the lock as the rogue pulled a small dagger from his pocket and covered the Dwarf’s mouth before stabbing and slicing his throat. Scyphe then took the disguise of a guard before proceeding to board the ship departing to Stormwind city.
Re: The Life Line
((Here is the second or third to last entry for the "Life Line". I apologize for not having posted any entries for a few weeks due to being swamped with projects after projects for college and it was only until this week that i was able to mainly focus on this entry. Im still open towards opinions and ideas and may the next entry come sooner than this one did.))
Meanwhile...Within the Stormwind Stockade...
The groaning and yelling of prisoners echoed throughout the hallways of the stockade as guards walked through dragging a blood elf, completely shackled from head to toe, to the eastern-most part of the prison. They reached a cell, the bars were composed of different material than the rest of the cells while the concrete of the walls within the cell seem to have been renewed and reinforced with a magical force to ensure he does not escape. The guards pushed the blood elf into his cell and locking it before a Night Elf came to dismiss them from their watch.
"You..." The Blood Elf spoke in a low growling tone, as he lunged out and attempted to grab the Night Elf by the throat but was halted to the length of the shackles.
The Night Elf did not react to his attempt and said in a serious tone, "You are not as strong as you appear." she added, "I have no idea as to why the guards had such trouble to keep you contained; you were hardly a challenge, Draikono."
Angered, Draikono began to punch the bars as forcefully as he could to put at least a dent within the bars.
"It’s no use, you cannot possibly break these bars." the Night Elf laughed as he continued, "These bars are made up of titanium and reinforced with a few magic spells to keep a target like you on hold."
"And what makes me valuable that your lesser race would want to capture me?" Draikono said in an amused tone as the Night Elf quickly walked up against the cell door, grabbing the Blood Elf by the throat and lifting him.
The Night Elf, irritated, spoke out, "Our race is not weak, we are more powerful than your relations can comprehend!"
All the while, Draikono noticed immediately as the Night Elf loosen his grasp, his hand was covered in scales as though reptilian let alone the more then abnormal strength he had and the Blood Elf knew he was not what he appeared to be.
"I will get out of here." Draikono spoke in a threatening tone, "And I will beat you down, mark my words!"
The Night Elf laughed after hearing this and said only one word tauntingly to Draikono, "Weakling." before walking away through the hallways. Although Draikono couldn't see the Night Elf nearby, he could faintly hear his voice chattering amongst other guards.
“Your warden has given me permission to take the Blood Elf into my custody.” The Night Elf spoke while flipping through the pages of a book full of the names of prisoners that were or are being kept within the stockade. I want him ready and shackled from head to toe by sundown. In the meanwhile…” The Night Elf added, “I shall be at the docks, eliminating a pest problem.”
One of the guards responded confused and idiotically for that manner, “The docks are infested?”
“No…” The Night Elf replied, “There are Horde stowed away on board and I require that you both stay here, I will deal with them myself.”
The guards nodded as the Night Elf walked down the tattered hallway and up to Stormwind city.
“An opportunity has presented itself did it?” Draikono mumbled as he sat down, crossing his legs, and began to meditate. “If they encounter the warrior…” Draikono mumbled as he added, “…they may not survive the battle.” After a few minutes of meditating, Draikono stood up and placed his hands on the bars of his cell, slowly moving them apart and back with momentum before shooting his fists out with lightning reflexes, jabbing two areas of two bars until a small crevice appeared in them.
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The ship docked, Scyphe made his way across the harbor and into the city before going out to hide and survey the area around the stockade at the Old Barracks by the bridge to the Mage Quarter. As the Rogue was looking into the distance, he heard the slicing sound of a sword being drawn from behind and without hesitation Scyphe quickly moved out of the way as a blade came down upon the ground. The Blood Elf immediately took out his daggers as he rolled across the ground before standing up to see a Night Elf wearing armor of the dragonspawn of the bronze flight.
“So you did live, Blood Elf?”The Night Elf spoke, his demeanor stern and serious. “I cannot allow you to meet your brother.” He added, shouting, “Your venture ends here!”
“You and the Bronze Dragonflight will not stop me or the Windblades here!” Scyphe yelled as he threw smoke bombs at the elf’s feet, bursting into a thick dark veil of smoke as the rogue began to charge at him.
The Night Elf covered his face with his arm, speaking in a low tone, “If you know, then there is no point to use this disguise.”
As Scyphe approached the warrior, he was about to lunge until he saw the shadow of a sword raise up and immediately ducked as it swung sideways over him. Scyphe then thrust his dagger forward only to be halted as the dragon’s tail swiped him from underneath making Scyphe fall to the ground while he once again saw the sword coming down and rolled out of the way. As the rogue got back up he threw two shurikens at the dragonspawn, both skimming him barely on the face and leaving two cuts along his face.
“You miserable rat!” The dragonspawn growled as he darted at Scyphe and swung his sword wildy. Scyphe, swiftly and cautiously dodge the barrage of swings until he saw an opportunity as the warrior raised his sword into the air, grasping with both claws, about to deliver a blow; or so it seemed. Scyphe lunged with daggers in hand however, the dragonspawn quickly spun around slamming his tail against the rogue to the ground. As Scyphe attempted to get up, the dragonspawn pinned him down with his claw as he began to raise his sword; preparing to cut the final string of Scyphe’s timeline.
“You are no match for me Windblade!” The dragonspawn boomed in laughter, “Did you honestly think you can defeat me alone?”
Just before the warrior was about to slam down his sword onto Scyphe, a Blood Elf intervened, quickly jabbing the dragonspawn and sending out a push to throw him off balance and knock him over. The Monk turned towards Scyphe, extending out his hand helping Scyphe up before asking, “Is it just you alone who came?” Scyphe nodded as Draikono added, “I see…we must dispatch of the dragonspawn quickly before the city is swarming with guards.”
“What?!” The dragonspawn shouted out, “How is this possible? Those bars were deisgned to keep you in your cell!”
“Never underestimate the enemy.” Draikono replied as he began taking the fighting stance of the Fierce Tiger and Scyphe picking up his daggers, quickly sharpening them against each other.
“Heh…Then it seems I won’t have to hold back now would I?” The dragonspawn chuckled as he let loose a piercing roar, emitting off extreme amounts of energy which causes his sword to change its appearance to that of a long, slender, metallic axe. “Then I’ll make sure you Windblades don’t see the light of days ever again!”
To be continued....
Meanwhile...Within the Stormwind Stockade...
The groaning and yelling of prisoners echoed throughout the hallways of the stockade as guards walked through dragging a blood elf, completely shackled from head to toe, to the eastern-most part of the prison. They reached a cell, the bars were composed of different material than the rest of the cells while the concrete of the walls within the cell seem to have been renewed and reinforced with a magical force to ensure he does not escape. The guards pushed the blood elf into his cell and locking it before a Night Elf came to dismiss them from their watch.
"You..." The Blood Elf spoke in a low growling tone, as he lunged out and attempted to grab the Night Elf by the throat but was halted to the length of the shackles.
The Night Elf did not react to his attempt and said in a serious tone, "You are not as strong as you appear." she added, "I have no idea as to why the guards had such trouble to keep you contained; you were hardly a challenge, Draikono."
Angered, Draikono began to punch the bars as forcefully as he could to put at least a dent within the bars.
"It’s no use, you cannot possibly break these bars." the Night Elf laughed as he continued, "These bars are made up of titanium and reinforced with a few magic spells to keep a target like you on hold."
"And what makes me valuable that your lesser race would want to capture me?" Draikono said in an amused tone as the Night Elf quickly walked up against the cell door, grabbing the Blood Elf by the throat and lifting him.
The Night Elf, irritated, spoke out, "Our race is not weak, we are more powerful than your relations can comprehend!"
All the while, Draikono noticed immediately as the Night Elf loosen his grasp, his hand was covered in scales as though reptilian let alone the more then abnormal strength he had and the Blood Elf knew he was not what he appeared to be.
"I will get out of here." Draikono spoke in a threatening tone, "And I will beat you down, mark my words!"
The Night Elf laughed after hearing this and said only one word tauntingly to Draikono, "Weakling." before walking away through the hallways. Although Draikono couldn't see the Night Elf nearby, he could faintly hear his voice chattering amongst other guards.
“Your warden has given me permission to take the Blood Elf into my custody.” The Night Elf spoke while flipping through the pages of a book full of the names of prisoners that were or are being kept within the stockade. I want him ready and shackled from head to toe by sundown. In the meanwhile…” The Night Elf added, “I shall be at the docks, eliminating a pest problem.”
One of the guards responded confused and idiotically for that manner, “The docks are infested?”
“No…” The Night Elf replied, “There are Horde stowed away on board and I require that you both stay here, I will deal with them myself.”
The guards nodded as the Night Elf walked down the tattered hallway and up to Stormwind city.
“An opportunity has presented itself did it?” Draikono mumbled as he sat down, crossing his legs, and began to meditate. “If they encounter the warrior…” Draikono mumbled as he added, “…they may not survive the battle.” After a few minutes of meditating, Draikono stood up and placed his hands on the bars of his cell, slowly moving them apart and back with momentum before shooting his fists out with lightning reflexes, jabbing two areas of two bars until a small crevice appeared in them.
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The ship docked, Scyphe made his way across the harbor and into the city before going out to hide and survey the area around the stockade at the Old Barracks by the bridge to the Mage Quarter. As the Rogue was looking into the distance, he heard the slicing sound of a sword being drawn from behind and without hesitation Scyphe quickly moved out of the way as a blade came down upon the ground. The Blood Elf immediately took out his daggers as he rolled across the ground before standing up to see a Night Elf wearing armor of the dragonspawn of the bronze flight.
“So you did live, Blood Elf?”The Night Elf spoke, his demeanor stern and serious. “I cannot allow you to meet your brother.” He added, shouting, “Your venture ends here!”
“You and the Bronze Dragonflight will not stop me or the Windblades here!” Scyphe yelled as he threw smoke bombs at the elf’s feet, bursting into a thick dark veil of smoke as the rogue began to charge at him.
The Night Elf covered his face with his arm, speaking in a low tone, “If you know, then there is no point to use this disguise.”
As Scyphe approached the warrior, he was about to lunge until he saw the shadow of a sword raise up and immediately ducked as it swung sideways over him. Scyphe then thrust his dagger forward only to be halted as the dragon’s tail swiped him from underneath making Scyphe fall to the ground while he once again saw the sword coming down and rolled out of the way. As the rogue got back up he threw two shurikens at the dragonspawn, both skimming him barely on the face and leaving two cuts along his face.
“You miserable rat!” The dragonspawn growled as he darted at Scyphe and swung his sword wildy. Scyphe, swiftly and cautiously dodge the barrage of swings until he saw an opportunity as the warrior raised his sword into the air, grasping with both claws, about to deliver a blow; or so it seemed. Scyphe lunged with daggers in hand however, the dragonspawn quickly spun around slamming his tail against the rogue to the ground. As Scyphe attempted to get up, the dragonspawn pinned him down with his claw as he began to raise his sword; preparing to cut the final string of Scyphe’s timeline.
“You are no match for me Windblade!” The dragonspawn boomed in laughter, “Did you honestly think you can defeat me alone?”
Just before the warrior was about to slam down his sword onto Scyphe, a Blood Elf intervened, quickly jabbing the dragonspawn and sending out a push to throw him off balance and knock him over. The Monk turned towards Scyphe, extending out his hand helping Scyphe up before asking, “Is it just you alone who came?” Scyphe nodded as Draikono added, “I see…we must dispatch of the dragonspawn quickly before the city is swarming with guards.”
“What?!” The dragonspawn shouted out, “How is this possible? Those bars were deisgned to keep you in your cell!”
“Never underestimate the enemy.” Draikono replied as he began taking the fighting stance of the Fierce Tiger and Scyphe picking up his daggers, quickly sharpening them against each other.
“Heh…Then it seems I won’t have to hold back now would I?” The dragonspawn chuckled as he let loose a piercing roar, emitting off extreme amounts of energy which causes his sword to change its appearance to that of a long, slender, metallic axe. “Then I’ll make sure you Windblades don’t see the light of days ever again!”
To be continued....
Re: The Life Line
((Here is the final entry to the story and more stories still have yet to come. And please tell me your opinion of the story and if you have any ideas to make it better or point out some errors, i would appreciate it.))
A deafening roar pierced the air as the dragonspawn charged at Scyphe and Draikono, quickly and powerfully swinging his axe in the air and down upon the bridge as the duo dodged his attack, only to see the bridge not crumbled or shattered but sliced with a large scar along it. The Dragonspawn began setting his focus on Draikono, wildly swinging at the Monk as he rolled out of the path of the axe. Scyphe slowly moved around behind the Dragonspawn without it noticing and leaped towards its back only to have intervened as the Dragonspawn swung his arm back around him, sending Scyphe ramming against the wall of the nearby broken hallway.
“Blood Elf!” Draikono shouted as the Dragonspawn charged at Scyphe, holding his axe like a battery ram.
Draikono quickly ran up in front of the Dragonspawn, jumping up and attempted to disable his movement by striking key pressure points of the body. It was somewhat successful, it caused him to drop his axe and halt his movement temporarily only to grab the Monk by his arm and throwing him against the ground towards the cliff’s edge.
“Is that all the Windblades have to offer?” The Dragonspawn yelled laughing at the sibling’s predicament. “Your lives are just a mere speck of dust on the fabric of time, your existence is meaningless!!” he roared once again as he turned to face Scyphe only to be blinded as the Rogue threw dirt, forcing him to attempt to wipe it away. “You wretched Elf!” ther dragonspawn yelled as Scyphe swiftly struck one of his daggers into the chest of the Dragonspawn.
However, the scales had grown thicker with this unprecedented new surge of energy, leaving the dagger lodged and having inflicted no damage whatsoever. Although still unable to see, the Dragonspawn reached for his axe; that he dropped beside him; and swung the axe violently in front of him only slashing the air and ground. Scyphe had gone to assist Draikono, who was dangling from the edge of the cliff, and brought him up.
“He has no control over his own power and it is growning immensely with each passing moment.” Draikono said as he stood up looking at the wild Dragonspawn still smashing his axe to the ground.
“His scales are bulky; my daggers could not slice through them and instead is lodged in him.” Scyphe spoke as the tantrum of the Dragonspawn ended and he remained still.
An idea echoed through Draikono’s mind as he spoke to Scyphe, “I will deliver the final blow, but I must ask that you keep his attention solely focused on you so I may punch the dagger straight through his heart; but first we get must rid of that axe.”
Scyphe noded as he slowly crept up behind the Dragonspawn until he stepped on a twig, causing it to snap as the Dragonspawn turned around with great speed already swinging his axe onto the rogue. Scyphe, though startled, reacted fast and jumped out of the way only to see the axe coming down once again with great precision and slam down beside him. The axe was lodged into the ground as the Dragonspawn began withdrawing and pulling it out, allowing Scyphe to strike another dagger into the dragon’’s chest. Draikono then quickly saw the moment to strike, hitting the pressure points of the Dragonspawn to keep him from retrieving the axe even if temporarily. Scyphe then jumped on the Dragon’s back so divert attention as Draikono moved around in front of it to focus his chi into one mighty blow. Just before the plan could go successfully, the Dragonspawn opened his eyes and quickly spun around slamming his tail against Draikono towards the ground and knocking off his axe over the cliff. The dragonspawn then grabbed Scyphe and repeatedly slammed him to the ground multiple times before throwing him against the walls of the Old Barracks. Scyphe attempted to stand up only to be greeted with an unwanted dizziness and headache as the Dragonspawn approached him, grabbing him by the throat and raising him into the air; slowly clenching his claw together, suffocating him.
Scyphe attempted to loosen the dragon’s grip on his throat but only greeted with another sharp pain through his head as he saw the seal on his right hand glowing and emitting a dark energy. Everything was going quiet as Scyphe couldn’t hear any sound despite seeing the dragonspawn speaking. Before his vision grew dark, Scyphe could only see the dragonspawn, who took up most of his view, and soldiers rushing in with sword and shield ready.
A crackling echoed laughter permeated through the darkness as Scyphe felt his body rendered immobile, “It’s my turn for blood!” the demonic voice laughed as it echoed throughout the darkness. “The more you fall, the longer I live, your seals will be of no use soon enough.”
And then….silence and darkness were all that was left…
Slowly but surely the sound of leaves ruffling in the trees came as the wind blew graciously and calmly throughout the air leaving a sense of haven of peace. It was dark; the night had grown pushing back the sun from its place as Scyphe awoke to the sight of Draikono collapsed on the floor, badly beaten and bruised with deep scars running along his body.
Scyphe got up and walked over to Draikono to check for a pulse, “It’s weak…but still present.” The rogue said as he looked at his surroundings; seeing a jungle at all sides along with various wildlife such as Mistvale Gorillas and birds chirping about in the trees. “…Stranglethorn…” Scyphe mumbled has he looked down at his arm seeing that the seal has been infused with odd holy magic. “An encounter with another Priest?” Scyphe mumbled as he picked up Draikono and began searching for a path towards Grom’ Gol Base Camp. As the Rogue made his way up north with Draikono, he pondered as to what had transpired during the demon’s control and how both he and Draikono especially, escaped to Stranglethorn. As he reached the base camp, Scyphe bandaged Draikono and using his herbs to devise a few potions to aid in Draikono’s recovery.
After a few hours of waiting, Draikono awoke slowly rising to his feet as Scyphe approached him. “You’ve finally awakened, have you monk?” Scyphe said holding a potion in his hand, handing it to Draikono.
“I feel fine; I don’t need any of that.” Draikono replied, pushing away the potion before asking, “Just who and what are you exactly to fight that Dragonspawn alone at Stormwind?”
Scyphe simply responded, “My name is Scyphe Windblade and whatever you saw at Stormwind was not me, just a…unwanted shadow...”
“Scyphe…” Draikono mumbled turning his head away, “And what about the other two, Rilah and Remar?”
The Rogue stayed quiet for a few moments before answering, “Their whereabouts are unknown.”
Draikono clenched his fists before punching Scyphe in the face knocking him back saying in a low, angrily tone, “That’s what you deserve for what happened to our family and siblings!”
Scyphe questioned in an irritated tone as he got up from the ground, “What can possibly make me the cause of the raid? Tell me.”
“So father never told you, did he? It was just like of him to try to keep something like that away from you alone.” Draikono said turning away from Scyphe before continuing, “To put it quickly, the only reason the soldiers came was to kill you for you were born with that demon you cannot control now.”
“Impossible!” Scyphe yelled out in disagreement, “The demon was never with me as a child! And how dare you put the fault onto me for our family’s demise!”
“If you don’t believe me, maybe asking the very dragons who are attempting to slay us will enlighten you.” Draikono replied not even facing Scyphe.
“The slaughter was the Bronze Dragonflight’s doing?” Scyphe quietly said, starring to the ground. “But for what reason…”
The rogue was interrupted as Draikono calmed down, “They attempted to capture you and control that very demon you have sealed away for their own purpose whatever it is, but our father stopped them only to have the dragonflight send a small group disguised as Alliance men come to kill us if they could not gain control over you.”
Scyphe gritted his teeth together at the thought that the demise of the Windblade family came from those whom deceived him and those he aided against the infinite dragonflight. “Those wretched lizards!” the rogue growled in a menacing tone. “I will make sure they die a slow and painful death!”
To derive the conversation Draikono asked, “Now I’m sure you had your reason for searching me out, now tell me what it is?”
The air grew quiet as Scyphe gathered his thoughts, “The pieces of armor our father gave us…”
Draikono replied as he took out a map marking an area of the Eastern Kingdoms, “I’ve hid the piece our father gave me by some shipwreck debris along with the leggings Remar was given.” Draikono then began to ask, “Why is it that you require them?”
“Initiation.” Scyphe replied, “It will be of use to my guild and if you are done holding that grudge, I suggest you help me find the remaining pieces.”
Draikono shook his head, “I will aid because you are my brother and a Windblade, however. I will not forgive you for what you have.”
Scyphe scoffed as they borrowed a wind wyvern from the flight master, “Your ignorance will be your downfall.”
Another Windblade found…so there may be hope for Rilah and Remar. However, finding the time pieces my father crafted is more of importance for the Grim to use along with the Timeslicers and may we find a secret looking into the past with these.
-Scyphe Winblade
A deafening roar pierced the air as the dragonspawn charged at Scyphe and Draikono, quickly and powerfully swinging his axe in the air and down upon the bridge as the duo dodged his attack, only to see the bridge not crumbled or shattered but sliced with a large scar along it. The Dragonspawn began setting his focus on Draikono, wildly swinging at the Monk as he rolled out of the path of the axe. Scyphe slowly moved around behind the Dragonspawn without it noticing and leaped towards its back only to have intervened as the Dragonspawn swung his arm back around him, sending Scyphe ramming against the wall of the nearby broken hallway.
“Blood Elf!” Draikono shouted as the Dragonspawn charged at Scyphe, holding his axe like a battery ram.
Draikono quickly ran up in front of the Dragonspawn, jumping up and attempted to disable his movement by striking key pressure points of the body. It was somewhat successful, it caused him to drop his axe and halt his movement temporarily only to grab the Monk by his arm and throwing him against the ground towards the cliff’s edge.
“Is that all the Windblades have to offer?” The Dragonspawn yelled laughing at the sibling’s predicament. “Your lives are just a mere speck of dust on the fabric of time, your existence is meaningless!!” he roared once again as he turned to face Scyphe only to be blinded as the Rogue threw dirt, forcing him to attempt to wipe it away. “You wretched Elf!” ther dragonspawn yelled as Scyphe swiftly struck one of his daggers into the chest of the Dragonspawn.
However, the scales had grown thicker with this unprecedented new surge of energy, leaving the dagger lodged and having inflicted no damage whatsoever. Although still unable to see, the Dragonspawn reached for his axe; that he dropped beside him; and swung the axe violently in front of him only slashing the air and ground. Scyphe had gone to assist Draikono, who was dangling from the edge of the cliff, and brought him up.
“He has no control over his own power and it is growning immensely with each passing moment.” Draikono said as he stood up looking at the wild Dragonspawn still smashing his axe to the ground.
“His scales are bulky; my daggers could not slice through them and instead is lodged in him.” Scyphe spoke as the tantrum of the Dragonspawn ended and he remained still.
An idea echoed through Draikono’s mind as he spoke to Scyphe, “I will deliver the final blow, but I must ask that you keep his attention solely focused on you so I may punch the dagger straight through his heart; but first we get must rid of that axe.”
Scyphe noded as he slowly crept up behind the Dragonspawn until he stepped on a twig, causing it to snap as the Dragonspawn turned around with great speed already swinging his axe onto the rogue. Scyphe, though startled, reacted fast and jumped out of the way only to see the axe coming down once again with great precision and slam down beside him. The axe was lodged into the ground as the Dragonspawn began withdrawing and pulling it out, allowing Scyphe to strike another dagger into the dragon’’s chest. Draikono then quickly saw the moment to strike, hitting the pressure points of the Dragonspawn to keep him from retrieving the axe even if temporarily. Scyphe then jumped on the Dragon’s back so divert attention as Draikono moved around in front of it to focus his chi into one mighty blow. Just before the plan could go successfully, the Dragonspawn opened his eyes and quickly spun around slamming his tail against Draikono towards the ground and knocking off his axe over the cliff. The dragonspawn then grabbed Scyphe and repeatedly slammed him to the ground multiple times before throwing him against the walls of the Old Barracks. Scyphe attempted to stand up only to be greeted with an unwanted dizziness and headache as the Dragonspawn approached him, grabbing him by the throat and raising him into the air; slowly clenching his claw together, suffocating him.
Scyphe attempted to loosen the dragon’s grip on his throat but only greeted with another sharp pain through his head as he saw the seal on his right hand glowing and emitting a dark energy. Everything was going quiet as Scyphe couldn’t hear any sound despite seeing the dragonspawn speaking. Before his vision grew dark, Scyphe could only see the dragonspawn, who took up most of his view, and soldiers rushing in with sword and shield ready.
A crackling echoed laughter permeated through the darkness as Scyphe felt his body rendered immobile, “It’s my turn for blood!” the demonic voice laughed as it echoed throughout the darkness. “The more you fall, the longer I live, your seals will be of no use soon enough.”
And then….silence and darkness were all that was left…
Slowly but surely the sound of leaves ruffling in the trees came as the wind blew graciously and calmly throughout the air leaving a sense of haven of peace. It was dark; the night had grown pushing back the sun from its place as Scyphe awoke to the sight of Draikono collapsed on the floor, badly beaten and bruised with deep scars running along his body.
Scyphe got up and walked over to Draikono to check for a pulse, “It’s weak…but still present.” The rogue said as he looked at his surroundings; seeing a jungle at all sides along with various wildlife such as Mistvale Gorillas and birds chirping about in the trees. “…Stranglethorn…” Scyphe mumbled has he looked down at his arm seeing that the seal has been infused with odd holy magic. “An encounter with another Priest?” Scyphe mumbled as he picked up Draikono and began searching for a path towards Grom’ Gol Base Camp. As the Rogue made his way up north with Draikono, he pondered as to what had transpired during the demon’s control and how both he and Draikono especially, escaped to Stranglethorn. As he reached the base camp, Scyphe bandaged Draikono and using his herbs to devise a few potions to aid in Draikono’s recovery.
After a few hours of waiting, Draikono awoke slowly rising to his feet as Scyphe approached him. “You’ve finally awakened, have you monk?” Scyphe said holding a potion in his hand, handing it to Draikono.
“I feel fine; I don’t need any of that.” Draikono replied, pushing away the potion before asking, “Just who and what are you exactly to fight that Dragonspawn alone at Stormwind?”
Scyphe simply responded, “My name is Scyphe Windblade and whatever you saw at Stormwind was not me, just a…unwanted shadow...”
“Scyphe…” Draikono mumbled turning his head away, “And what about the other two, Rilah and Remar?”
The Rogue stayed quiet for a few moments before answering, “Their whereabouts are unknown.”
Draikono clenched his fists before punching Scyphe in the face knocking him back saying in a low, angrily tone, “That’s what you deserve for what happened to our family and siblings!”
Scyphe questioned in an irritated tone as he got up from the ground, “What can possibly make me the cause of the raid? Tell me.”
“So father never told you, did he? It was just like of him to try to keep something like that away from you alone.” Draikono said turning away from Scyphe before continuing, “To put it quickly, the only reason the soldiers came was to kill you for you were born with that demon you cannot control now.”
“Impossible!” Scyphe yelled out in disagreement, “The demon was never with me as a child! And how dare you put the fault onto me for our family’s demise!”
“If you don’t believe me, maybe asking the very dragons who are attempting to slay us will enlighten you.” Draikono replied not even facing Scyphe.
“The slaughter was the Bronze Dragonflight’s doing?” Scyphe quietly said, starring to the ground. “But for what reason…”
The rogue was interrupted as Draikono calmed down, “They attempted to capture you and control that very demon you have sealed away for their own purpose whatever it is, but our father stopped them only to have the dragonflight send a small group disguised as Alliance men come to kill us if they could not gain control over you.”
Scyphe gritted his teeth together at the thought that the demise of the Windblade family came from those whom deceived him and those he aided against the infinite dragonflight. “Those wretched lizards!” the rogue growled in a menacing tone. “I will make sure they die a slow and painful death!”
To derive the conversation Draikono asked, “Now I’m sure you had your reason for searching me out, now tell me what it is?”
The air grew quiet as Scyphe gathered his thoughts, “The pieces of armor our father gave us…”
Draikono replied as he took out a map marking an area of the Eastern Kingdoms, “I’ve hid the piece our father gave me by some shipwreck debris along with the leggings Remar was given.” Draikono then began to ask, “Why is it that you require them?”
“Initiation.” Scyphe replied, “It will be of use to my guild and if you are done holding that grudge, I suggest you help me find the remaining pieces.”
Draikono shook his head, “I will aid because you are my brother and a Windblade, however. I will not forgive you for what you have.”
Scyphe scoffed as they borrowed a wind wyvern from the flight master, “Your ignorance will be your downfall.”
Another Windblade found…so there may be hope for Rilah and Remar. However, finding the time pieces my father crafted is more of importance for the Grim to use along with the Timeslicers and may we find a secret looking into the past with these.
-Scyphe Winblade