The icy cold… a reflection of life missing warmth… a deserted sadness that consumes… unforgiving and so cruel… the undead walk that path… that frozen and snowy cold…tormented and lost…bearing only hatred on their shoulders, forgiveness an afterthought, to those they were once loyal to…
Though they serve the horde… I still find myself at odds… end… for how could we fully expect them… traitors or brainwashed, men and women, citizens or not… am not blind to how they feel… though they call themselves free… I still find myself harboring doubts… free from the Lich king they may be… but from what I've seen… they are still very much… a slave…
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In the dark, and by glowing shrooms, by firelight and warmth, while the owls watch from trees, and the moon lay heavy in her light, the night elf guards… nay soldiers… lay naked and bruised… powerless as troll men had their fun… fun… as blood spilled down their courtship's backs! From claws, or bone spikes, from tusks, and lashes! Their skin, though in a mixed color of pinks and purples… of blues…ran in red tonight…
And while she was made to bounce up and down on the troll chieftain, tirelessly and Beaten, with silent tears that she refused to shed… even as she looked down to see what was once soft and firm, to be crushed and squeezed beyond what they could take… all by a laughing troll, who couldn't care less… and when he was done, as he finished and made a elaborate smile, a troll soldier suddenly innterupt the parties fun!
[My chief! There is an emergence!]
[Ugh! Mon… can't you be seeing I'm a little busy right now? Just relax, mon, and be waiting your turn like everybody else… I'm almost be done with this one arm "elf" anyway!]
[But chief, it be about your son! He be coming back with a bleeding neck, mon!]
[What! You be saying my son was attacked! But who be doing something this stupid? Bring him to me!]
A few moments before:
While the forest bled with the sound of heavy breathing and lustful moans of night elves. The guards at the door to the party, to the run-down stone walls, were looking back at the fun in absolute jealousy… It was then, at the height of that feeling, that their backs suddenly turned cold! And as if cutting the night in half, they suddenly turned and heard a limping sound, a gurgling sound… with weapons at the ready…and nodding to each other, the pair of guards took their battle stance!
Though they are familiar with the sounds of the undead, the troll guards still couldn't help but feel the weight of what they were witnessing…For as the undead limped into view, by light moonlight, the scars and the bleeding… drip.. Drip… with dead eyes, and an open throat… covered in tattoos, and a familiar set of armor…
As the grass stumbled, and the harsh night winds blew past their feathered helms, the smell.. Oh! The smell… reeked as the undead trolls finally spotted the guards! With a hungry roar, the leading undead troll screamed! As his horde of undead followers rushed at the guards! But one who was burned and black, with hateful orange eyes that glowed, and a rib cage with shiny flesh, with a still beating red heart, this undead troll rushed and pushed one of the troll guards down, as the other blew a warning horn!
As the warning sounded, the guard on the floor managed to gain the upper hand by pushing the burned woman off of him with a sudden jerk, and as she fell back, the guard retracted his sword to stab another undead troll coming for him! But on the ground, his strength was limited, and so, with a bad reach, he wasn't able to fight off the herd of zombies that reached for him!
Screaming as they bite him, tearing tattoos and flesh, the troll warrior stabbed and stabbed, until his sword got stuck between a zombie rib cage! Causing rotten and dead blood to pour on his face, and while it drips down his muscular bicep, the warrior who called in the warning, turned to help his friend, but the moment he stepped up…
The leading zombie roared and pounded his fist that concealed an absurd amount of strength! And while the ground shook, the warrior guard turned to the zombie to see where the zombie once had a missing arm, but now it had a black and transparent arm. Like a shadow claw forged by a ghostly shade! While the hole in its exposed chest, where the lung sat, expanded beyond reason as the zombie breathed! As it glowed a haunting green!
While behind him stood another odd zombie, one that moonlight shone through its broken head! Missing a brain and nothing more than missing eye sockets, that glowed an eerie black, that dripped in ink! With an elven arrow still perfectly left, stuck in what flesh remained…
Lifeless and uncaring, dripping madness and blood, the horde of undead continues to rush at the two guards! And while they bled and on the brink of death, the burned one, smiled as she opened her mouth to a flame! A burning toicixity! That stripped flesh from bone!
As the two guards burned and screamed, others finally arrived to give them aid, but to their shock, they were too late to save them, but in time to witness a dark magic they found foul! For as the two guard flet their flesh peel from bone, their eyes glowed with the power of the scourge!
Reborn in their new bodies, the two guard picked up their bone and steel weapons, coating them in death magics and curses, while the bones that made up their body… were held together by black ink…but their teeth and tusks were as red as pure blood, that glowed a harmonious tune…
Watching their fellow warriors become monsters, abominations to their kind… they drew their weapons, while the non-combatant trolls rushed to chain their nightelf slaves to splinter poles! "Their" nights elves flinched as the old wood entered their open wounds or sores, where bugs would nimble on their soft young flesh…. In that state, naked and exposed, full of embarrassment and hatred, and knowing fully well help was not coming…
Alone they sat or stood, alone they waited… and alone they prayed to Elune! And as the troll guards started dying off one by one… To only be raised in undeath, discouragement, and fear began to take root in their hearts! It's only when the chieftain… opened his curtains, while dragging their sentinel captain to the floor, did they feel some sort of salvation, a feeling that disgusted them, but was primal and something they could not hide in their eyes…
But the captain didn't blame them, how could she… as she herself watched the terror that was before her… and so, with ink tears, and the symbol of the moon glowing on her forehead, she looked away from her sentinel allies…
But while she felt the weight of her weakness, Kel'gash, on the other hand, simply looked out to the horde of dead and said:
[my son… I see… You to be too weak…. That even the lora of death…be abandoning you…]
And while Kel'gash spoke his heart, his mate only saw her child and could not hear her mate's words, broken and screaming his name, as her son's life journey flashed before her eyes… she fell… broken to her knees…
Meanwhile, Lanthios and party:
The chills and haunts of the forest no longer made Lanthios flinch, though it still made Layla feel uneasy… more so as she looked at where the troll bodies should have been… seeing nothing but destroyed and dead construct parts, Layla turned to Lanthios with a nervous yet knowing look…
[Lant… where did their bodies go? We haven't even been gone for more than thirty minutes or so…]
{Layla… I don't know, but I could make a few guesses…}
[you... Don't think they just got up and walked away, do you?]
{Vynna.. This is the dead scar… so that shouldn't be so surprising, we're even by "his" doorstep step so… who knows what kind of curse magic he left here…}
[yeah… I guess you're right, but still, how? I mean, Drathir is not the Lich King… has his power really grown to such an extent… and so far from his base of operation?]
{Well, it was either him, or lingering spirits who can possess the dead, or even, maybe other trolls came by and retrieved them…}
[But Lant… if that were the case, wouldn't there be trolls here now? Or somewhere close waiting in ambush?] Replied Layla as she stared into the cold forest head.
{hmm… right.. I also don't smell any troll nearby, but then again, the stench of death is too overpowering along the scar…sigh, we really should have just taken their heads the first time…}
{That being said, we still need to fulfill our quota, so why not just head to the source?}
[lant, you can't mean…]
{yes.. I do.. Let's raid their village!}
[A little ballzy, don't you think, Lanthios?]
{How so, Vynna?} replied Lanthios with an eye roll.
[What do you mean, "how so" you want the three of us to raid a troll village! Are you an idiot or just reckless?]
{Neither… but the captain gave us an absurd quest, thus we must take absurd action to accomplish it… So, are you with us or not? "Vynna"}
Throwing her hands up in the air, Vynna turned to Layla with a questioning gaze.
[Vynna, I trust him, if he says we can do it, then we can do it, besides, he's right, the captain did give us the quest… so, we can't leave empty-handed…]
[Then why not just hunt the patrolling trolls slowly and safely from within the forest?]
{because "Vynna" grr… that would only make their chieftain more cautious, once he hears that his patrols are being hunted, no! I won't risk fighting him on his terms.
[terms? He's an arrogant troll! He would just rage out to meet you!]
{yes, and that's the problem, Vynna… he would and with an army of trolls… ha! What's with that look? "Vynna", Ha! Do you expect him to do an honor duel or something? Please… as if a troll has such honor!}
[Alright then... "Lanthios", what amazing plan do you have! And it better be good, or even if Lady Layla here hates me, I will have to stop you here! I will not allow any harm to come to a sunstriker!] replied Vynna, stern and in Lanthios' face..
{hmph… is that so… "vynna"... good, then I can count on you watching her back… now here is the plan…}
As Kel'gash faced his former son, in the back where the village's huts lay around their temple walls… just the southern part from "his" former tower…their away from the fighting and the moaning pleasures of the night, where women slept and their children stared out to a starry sky…
But while they slept, and their fires slowly burned through the night, with cold winds they came, with eye shine, refracting and reflecting, what little light shone on their little heads, in numbers beyond count, as old trolls looked out to the forest line, they saw them… rats! But sporadic in nature, the trolls ignored the rats… used to seeing groups of them coming and going from within their lands, they never gave a second thought, even to the ones that acted as if possessed and with purposes…
As if mind-controlled, some rats entered home after home… by sleeping on troll beds, by piles of wood, and food… just under sleeping children…. Then… BOOM!
Fires and explosions roared as house-to-house was consumed in a blaze! Children screamed as their flesh melted, as mothers panicked, while their fathers were crushed under falling house parts! And in the midst of the chaos, as the surviving trolls rushed to quell the blaze, they never noticed the butterflies!