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12-09-2006, 03:45 PM
Chapter 8
Drade Frostmourne stormed through the dark corridor, deep beneath the city streets of Stormwind, he kicked his foot off the cells bar’s, “wake up witch!” Jaina Proudmoore slowly walked to the front of the cell raising her head proudly, the enchantments on the cells prevented her from using magic,
“For someone who despise the use of magic you certainly use enough of it yourself, your armor, this cell, betraying your own beliefs, almost humorous Drade,”
“I use what must be used in the prevention of magic witch, now I will be kind enough to offer you one more chance to tell me where the boy is, come now Jaina we have destroyed the last of your so called rebellion, you and your father were to weak to lead, we humans were a failing race until I took reign and I will be the one to bring the humans to their rightful place,”
“You are bringing yourself to your rightful place, you care nothing for the people!”
“I have brought peace to this land!”
“You have brought nothing but bloodshed!” screamed Jaina,
“I do what needs to be done witch, regardless of how much blood needs to be spilled along the way,”
“And what of your plan to enslave the orc race and use them for your war, did the orcs prove too much for you Drade?” Drade walked the length of the cell remembering the orc shaman,
“The orc’s are a stupid race that will fall under my bootheel soon enough, now before I lose my patience where is your child, where is the renegade Arthas’s son?”
“You will never have my son Drade, it’s as simple as that you are a fool to ever think I would give him up,”
“Then here is where you shall stay until you do tell me where he is witch, Guards double her punishments.” The sounds of a cracking whip could be heard as Drade made his way out of the lower levels, he would have the boy by any means necessary and the boys power would be his to control.
The Bloodcross Guards initiation test was beginning as Drade burst into the main citadel, one man every half year was brought into the elite ranks of the Bloodcross Guard. There were six men left over from the hundreds, some couldn’t make it through the first few months, others died. Drade was furious as he walked to the group of newcomers about to begin there final testing, “new idea first to draw blood from me is welcomed into the ranks” called Drade drawing his sword, before the men knew what was happening the closest one to Drade fell to his sword through the stomach, the others realizing it wasn’t a trick scattered drawing their swords, Drade simply walked to the middle of the group giving them every advantage he could think of, one of the men lunged in but his sword was flicked away with ease as Drade’s blade moved with his parry piercing the mans heart, another jumped in thinking this would have been his opportunity but Drade simply stepped aside bringing his blade across the mans throat, “then there were three” called Drade, all three men attacked together as Drade went from stance to stance deflecting their blades. Drades style of fighting was a more slower gracefull style, he flowed from one move to the next like water, every move to perfection, every person or thing that had stepped before Drade’s sword had fallen except for the orc shaman who had burned his memory into Drade’s brain. He split their middle dividing the three men, twisting he pulled one of the men in front of him as the other two men’s blades came in stabbing the heart of their comrade, the smaller of the two remaining men pulled his blade free as the other was caught in shock at killing his friend, the shock however did not last long as Drade’s sword took him across the face. “Now do you still wish to join our elite ranks after seeing this?”
“There is nothing more in the world for me other then this Lord Frostmourne”” replied the man,”
“Very good young one, now witness the true power and see why we are feared throughout the lands,” Drade opened the blood red cross hanging from his neck, drinking deeply from it he could feel his body come alive, then the orc blood hit him like a wave, the bloodlust in him raged as he struggled to control it, drinking too much could send you into madness or even kill, Drade could feel his strength growing, his senses became so much clearer as the thirst for battle became overwhelming, he tossed the man his cross and motioned for him to drink, the man slowly tipped the cross into his mouth feeling the orc blood slide down his throat. The first time for someone was always insanity, the man screamed with rage as his eye’s turned bloodred like Drade’s had, with no control over his body the man lunged after Drade swinging his fists hoping like mad to catch something, but Drade was all grace, floating in the void of bloodlust, the years of training mastering control of his body and mind while enraged. Drade caught the man’s throat with his hand slamming him against the wall lifting him off the ground, the man yelled and spat clawing at the much too powerful hand futily, struggilling to breath the man started getting weaker as Drade’s hand kept the man from getting any air, on the verge of death Drade let the man slide to the ground. “Welcome to the Blood Cross Guard.”
With the man recovering in his room Drade addressed the council,
“Drade you have gone too far this time, we cannot allow to do whatever pleases you at the moment,” said one of the oldest of the ten founders,
“If anyone has a problem with what I just did they can take it up with my sword, they were weak and didn’t deserve to even know we exist,”
“no one can match you with swords Drade you would have done the same to us in battle, all we are saying is of late your rash decisions are ending in more bloodshed then anticipated, what with you gone for months on end in your campaign for the enslavement of the orc race only to return with the black tower lost and in the hands of the orcs,”
“The orcs have proven more resilient then I had believed but that mistake will not be made again, Jaina’s rebellion hits harder each day time is of the importance, we must widen are search for the child he must be found for the salvation of the human race, I want eye’s and ear’s everywhere, my attention must be kept here at the moment to deal with the rebellion so I want a bloodcross guard in every town and village, with the boy found and under my control the rebellion and the orc race will be lambs for the slaughter.
Chapter 9
It had felt like forever since Talon’s feet touched grass, years since he had been able to look into the sky, everything smelled so alive and refreshing, the sun’s warmth beaming down on him and the sounds of the forest calling in his ears, the first time in ages he felt alive.
Talon walked along a path he had traveled on for years, the path which led him to Syrin’s favorite place. A pool of shining blue water sat at the base of a waterfall that looked as if it poured from heaven. Talon reached out to the waterfall letting the water pour over his hands, the water icy cold made him realize how much of existence he was really missing out on, how many of the most simplistic things in this world were taken for granted.
The snapping sound brought Talon out of his trance, he turned staring at the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Syrin walked down the path in a flowing gown of purple silk, Talon stared in disbelief, this was impossible, he had found her dead century’s ago, “Syrin how is this possible?” he called out, she gave no answer as she walked closer, Talon’s heart started to race as memories came flooding in, every sensation in his body was overloaded with emotion as he noticed Syrin’s body starting to change, her skin became darker, her eye’s a deep red, her body becoming decrepid as she screamed lunging forward pushing Talon over the edge and into the icy water. Talon flailed his hands uselessly hoping to grab a hold of something but underwater hands kept pulling him down, he could feel his strength dropping as he struggled for the surface, the hands were merciless as they kept pulling him deeper and deeper leaving no room for escape, Talon’s lungs burned for air as his strength completely left him and he let his body go limp, no more hate, no more revenge, no more anything he thought to himself as he let the hands pull him into a dark abyss.
Then there was one more hand not coming from below but above larger and more powerful, pulling him up and out of the dark depths. Talon’s body exploded from the water, the hand heaving him too the cool grass, Talon spewing water from his mouth wheezing getting air into his lungs looked up into the cold eye’s of the largest orc he had ever seen, but there wasn’t anger and murderous rage that he had expected to see on the face of an orc, but a smile,
“Your almost out nightelf, don’t give up now.”
Talon was up in a second screaming into the darkness, dreaming he thought to himself, but what kind of dream feels so real, and what kind of orc smiles. Talon’s senses came back to him realizing he was still in the underdark, his sense of smell raged as he remembered he was in the deadswamps, he had passed through this place on his way to the dragon, he had called it the deadswamps because the smell reminded him of dead bodies, the putrid smell was enough to make a person pass out and with Talon’s enhanced senses it was truly horrifying, but Talon’s training would not let him lose focus.
Talon gathered himself feeling the ice diamond around his neck, this was his key out of here he thought to himself, he just had to get it to the deathknight. Talon continued on his way pushing himself onward through the swamps, he knew it would be a couple day trip through the swamp so he kept a regular persons sprinting pace to make the journey a faster one anxious to get clear of this place. By the second day he could feel the need for a rest but pushed onward knowing he was close to the end of the swamps and he could sleep once he was out, only a few more hours and I can leave this place in the past, Talon pushed himself faster thinking of putting the swamps behind him in an hour when his Sisawindari began to glow, Talon stopped short flipping the ring’s into his hands, all around him the swamps bubbled and spewed rancid swamp water as murlocish creatures covered in mud began crawling out of the depths surrounding him, the stench from the creatures was unbearable, there long scaly arms dragged along the ground and their webbed hands and claws dripped what looked to be acid. More and more began pouring out of the swamp from everywhere, he could feel the anticipation of his weapons as he brought his hands up. Talon felt the ice diamond beat against his chest as the swamp creatures crawled closer, ice tendrils shot from the diamond in all directions, whipping the tendrils wrapped around the creatures leaving them lifeless in a coffin of ice, wave after wave of the creatures were stopped in their tracks with the ice tendrils snapping at them until eventually it was the creatures running away futilly trying to make it to the safety of there swamp but caught short before they could make it by an icy death,
Talon’s Sisawindari stopped glowing as the ice diamond became still, he could feel the disappointment in his weapon and felt disappointment in himself, there was no honor in this weapon he thought grabbing the diamond from his neck and placing it into his pouch with the half empty green vile.
His journey led him from the swamps and back into the wastelands of the underdark, his body ached dreaming of a time when he was free, dreaming on a time when he hadn’t needed to rely on others such as the DeathKnight, he knew what he was doing was wrong but he didn’t care, all that mattered was getting out of this place and exacting his revenge on all of the world, he had tried to be a fair and just person in his past life but all it had brought him was a pain in his heart and soul he could never recover from, a pain that could never be satisfied except when he fought, when he fought there was nothing else, only him and his enemy, it was the art of survival and he was the master of it, everything and everyone who had challenged him had fallin and with the Sisawindari he had even surpassed the power of the great Illidan stormrage, becoming a god when he put the blades together, a god that could never be stopped until his appetite for destruction was satisfied, Talon smiled to himself thinking of the one thing that made him happy, Revenge.
Chapter 10
“I want camp set up here!” spat Kilrogg. It had been a long and tedious journey that day traveling through the dense forest, Kilrogg tapped his foot impatiently waiting for his tent to be set up, his nerves had been on edge since the day of his departure and with good reason having the large army on his heels with the Orc shaman Thrall leading the way. Kilrogg had disobeyed his orders to stay as a spy for the Orc warlock Kuldan for dreams of his own conquest. If he could free and control the Nightelf demon hunter he would reign supreme with both the Orc warlock and Orc Shaman kissing his feet.
When his quarters were ready he sent for his five generals and stepped inside, a warm fire lit the tent burning large enough for Kilrogg to feel the heat right away. Tossing back a jug of wine he sat himself on his cot, he knew they were getting close to Xayarien pass but he had to move faster if what he had been dreading might be true , but of course Thrall wouldn’t send him, he was too young and it didn’t matter how good one troll might be Kilrogg had about three thousand trolls in his camp, Thrall would need to bring an army himself if he wanted the orb back and hopefully a large enough army that would slow him enough for Kilrogg to get to the pass first. The Troll chief laughed to himself as his generals came in, “sit, sit” called Kilrogg, “I have come to a decision….Thrall isn’t fast enough to catch us, however as stupid as it sounds he may have sent the ShadowBlade clan after us, more importantly he may have sent Furel Wolfsbane after us,” murmers of disgust were heard throughout the tent as Kilrogg continued, “ we have to move faster, which means us six will go on alone once daybreak comes, we will leave the army to meet us there and hopefully free the Nightelf before we are caught.”
“ We are taking a great risk following you Kilrogg, you promised us the world and right now all we feel like are thieves hiding in the night?” the oldest general called speaking up,
“The world will be ours we just have to make it to the pass and open the gate,”
“easier said then done when you have a ninja tracking you that kills as easily as he breathes,”
“and that is why we will move faster if its just us six,” Kilrogg replied
“which will leave us more vulnerable if we are found”
“If it eases your mind any when Furel started his pathetic ShadowBlade clan I placed a double agent into his ranks, we will know what they know,”
“Very well Kilrogg we will prepare for the morning,” the generals took their leave giving Kilrogg time to think on the coming storm, he would either have everything or lose his head, quite the gamble he laughed to himself.
They were Black blurs bouncing from tree limb to tree limb making their way through the dense forest. Furel landed softly crouching atop a thin branch sitting on his heels, he had to move slower for the other ninja apprentice to keep up but for his plan to work he needed the other Troll. As he had predicted they were right on the rebel Trolls heels pointing to a sentry leaning on the tree below them, Furel had left the rest of his clan about a day’s journey behind and with Thrall a good ten day’s behind. Thrall had needed Furel to slow the Troll army to try and catch up so Furel put together some very nasty poisons planning on using it in the Trolls water supply, a few drops in the barrels would slow the Trolls to a crawl.
Furel motioned for Veruk the other Troll to be quiet as Furel dropped from the tree, he landed sitting on the man’s shoulders his legs wrapped around the Trolls neck, Furel whipped backwards flipping the Troll head first into the ground. Furel and Veruk made their way to the perimeter of the encampment watching the routines of the Troll gaurds waiting for the perfect moment Furel signaled for them to use the blow guns he had made for them, the poison in the darts would take seconds to work if struck in the throat, Furel was fast enough to blow three darts before his first hit its mark, but Veruks aim was off hitting his mark in the chest, the Troll wavered about too scream when Furels foot took him across the face, as the Troll fell Furel went with him hand covering mouth knee pushed into the Trolls throat, the landing silenced the Troll permanently.
Furel and Veruk hid the bodies from sight then Furel took Veruk aside, “as I had thought there are too many Trolls to pinpoint where Kilrogg is, you must make your way back to Thrall and tell him there is a ravine before Xayarian pass and I shall take Kilrogg there from above, go now.” Furel moved on alone hiding in shadows, ducking in tents, blending with his surroundings till he found the water caravans, there was a pack of Trolls laughing chatting with each other unaware of the deadly shadow watching them, out of the darkness he sprinted forward his hand flipping out in an arc, four throwing stars leaving his hand, each star hit its mark In the throat, the last Troll stared in disbelief at his comrades choking on their own blood, Furel was a blur flipping over the Troll his rope noose snagging around the Trolls neck, Furel snapped his hand causing the Troll too fall to its knees, Furel shot forward pulling at the same time bringing the Trolls face into his knee.
Veruk doubled around heading back into the Troll camp, he took off his veil making his way to the centre of the camp, a few Troll guards grabbed him spears to throat, “I am a double agent for the great Kilrogg Deadeye,” called Veruk pulling a parchment from his belt signed by Kilrogg, the Trolls agreed bringing Veruk to the warchiefs tent spears still at his throat. With Kilroggs permission Veruk entred,
“What news have you brought me Veruk I was right thinking they had sent the ShadowBlade after us,”
“Kilrogg sir, Furels plans are to take you in the ravine before Xayarian pass, he plans to take you from above,” replied Veruk,
“Very well done, we shall have a special surprise for Furel waiting at the top of the ravine giving us the opportunity to pass through,” Kilrogg laughed, “I shall have my demon hunter and have Furels head on a pike soon, then none shall stand in my way!”
Drade Frostmourne stormed through the dark corridor, deep beneath the city streets of Stormwind, he kicked his foot off the cells bar’s, “wake up witch!” Jaina Proudmoore slowly walked to the front of the cell raising her head proudly, the enchantments on the cells prevented her from using magic,
“For someone who despise the use of magic you certainly use enough of it yourself, your armor, this cell, betraying your own beliefs, almost humorous Drade,”
“I use what must be used in the prevention of magic witch, now I will be kind enough to offer you one more chance to tell me where the boy is, come now Jaina we have destroyed the last of your so called rebellion, you and your father were to weak to lead, we humans were a failing race until I took reign and I will be the one to bring the humans to their rightful place,”
“You are bringing yourself to your rightful place, you care nothing for the people!”
“I have brought peace to this land!”
“You have brought nothing but bloodshed!” screamed Jaina,
“I do what needs to be done witch, regardless of how much blood needs to be spilled along the way,”
“And what of your plan to enslave the orc race and use them for your war, did the orcs prove too much for you Drade?” Drade walked the length of the cell remembering the orc shaman,
“The orc’s are a stupid race that will fall under my bootheel soon enough, now before I lose my patience where is your child, where is the renegade Arthas’s son?”
“You will never have my son Drade, it’s as simple as that you are a fool to ever think I would give him up,”
“Then here is where you shall stay until you do tell me where he is witch, Guards double her punishments.” The sounds of a cracking whip could be heard as Drade made his way out of the lower levels, he would have the boy by any means necessary and the boys power would be his to control.
The Bloodcross Guards initiation test was beginning as Drade burst into the main citadel, one man every half year was brought into the elite ranks of the Bloodcross Guard. There were six men left over from the hundreds, some couldn’t make it through the first few months, others died. Drade was furious as he walked to the group of newcomers about to begin there final testing, “new idea first to draw blood from me is welcomed into the ranks” called Drade drawing his sword, before the men knew what was happening the closest one to Drade fell to his sword through the stomach, the others realizing it wasn’t a trick scattered drawing their swords, Drade simply walked to the middle of the group giving them every advantage he could think of, one of the men lunged in but his sword was flicked away with ease as Drade’s blade moved with his parry piercing the mans heart, another jumped in thinking this would have been his opportunity but Drade simply stepped aside bringing his blade across the mans throat, “then there were three” called Drade, all three men attacked together as Drade went from stance to stance deflecting their blades. Drades style of fighting was a more slower gracefull style, he flowed from one move to the next like water, every move to perfection, every person or thing that had stepped before Drade’s sword had fallen except for the orc shaman who had burned his memory into Drade’s brain. He split their middle dividing the three men, twisting he pulled one of the men in front of him as the other two men’s blades came in stabbing the heart of their comrade, the smaller of the two remaining men pulled his blade free as the other was caught in shock at killing his friend, the shock however did not last long as Drade’s sword took him across the face. “Now do you still wish to join our elite ranks after seeing this?”
“There is nothing more in the world for me other then this Lord Frostmourne”” replied the man,”
“Very good young one, now witness the true power and see why we are feared throughout the lands,” Drade opened the blood red cross hanging from his neck, drinking deeply from it he could feel his body come alive, then the orc blood hit him like a wave, the bloodlust in him raged as he struggled to control it, drinking too much could send you into madness or even kill, Drade could feel his strength growing, his senses became so much clearer as the thirst for battle became overwhelming, he tossed the man his cross and motioned for him to drink, the man slowly tipped the cross into his mouth feeling the orc blood slide down his throat. The first time for someone was always insanity, the man screamed with rage as his eye’s turned bloodred like Drade’s had, with no control over his body the man lunged after Drade swinging his fists hoping like mad to catch something, but Drade was all grace, floating in the void of bloodlust, the years of training mastering control of his body and mind while enraged. Drade caught the man’s throat with his hand slamming him against the wall lifting him off the ground, the man yelled and spat clawing at the much too powerful hand futily, struggilling to breath the man started getting weaker as Drade’s hand kept the man from getting any air, on the verge of death Drade let the man slide to the ground. “Welcome to the Blood Cross Guard.”
With the man recovering in his room Drade addressed the council,
“Drade you have gone too far this time, we cannot allow to do whatever pleases you at the moment,” said one of the oldest of the ten founders,
“If anyone has a problem with what I just did they can take it up with my sword, they were weak and didn’t deserve to even know we exist,”
“no one can match you with swords Drade you would have done the same to us in battle, all we are saying is of late your rash decisions are ending in more bloodshed then anticipated, what with you gone for months on end in your campaign for the enslavement of the orc race only to return with the black tower lost and in the hands of the orcs,”
“The orcs have proven more resilient then I had believed but that mistake will not be made again, Jaina’s rebellion hits harder each day time is of the importance, we must widen are search for the child he must be found for the salvation of the human race, I want eye’s and ear’s everywhere, my attention must be kept here at the moment to deal with the rebellion so I want a bloodcross guard in every town and village, with the boy found and under my control the rebellion and the orc race will be lambs for the slaughter.
Chapter 9
It had felt like forever since Talon’s feet touched grass, years since he had been able to look into the sky, everything smelled so alive and refreshing, the sun’s warmth beaming down on him and the sounds of the forest calling in his ears, the first time in ages he felt alive.
Talon walked along a path he had traveled on for years, the path which led him to Syrin’s favorite place. A pool of shining blue water sat at the base of a waterfall that looked as if it poured from heaven. Talon reached out to the waterfall letting the water pour over his hands, the water icy cold made him realize how much of existence he was really missing out on, how many of the most simplistic things in this world were taken for granted.
The snapping sound brought Talon out of his trance, he turned staring at the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Syrin walked down the path in a flowing gown of purple silk, Talon stared in disbelief, this was impossible, he had found her dead century’s ago, “Syrin how is this possible?” he called out, she gave no answer as she walked closer, Talon’s heart started to race as memories came flooding in, every sensation in his body was overloaded with emotion as he noticed Syrin’s body starting to change, her skin became darker, her eye’s a deep red, her body becoming decrepid as she screamed lunging forward pushing Talon over the edge and into the icy water. Talon flailed his hands uselessly hoping to grab a hold of something but underwater hands kept pulling him down, he could feel his strength dropping as he struggled for the surface, the hands were merciless as they kept pulling him deeper and deeper leaving no room for escape, Talon’s lungs burned for air as his strength completely left him and he let his body go limp, no more hate, no more revenge, no more anything he thought to himself as he let the hands pull him into a dark abyss.
Then there was one more hand not coming from below but above larger and more powerful, pulling him up and out of the dark depths. Talon’s body exploded from the water, the hand heaving him too the cool grass, Talon spewing water from his mouth wheezing getting air into his lungs looked up into the cold eye’s of the largest orc he had ever seen, but there wasn’t anger and murderous rage that he had expected to see on the face of an orc, but a smile,
“Your almost out nightelf, don’t give up now.”
Talon was up in a second screaming into the darkness, dreaming he thought to himself, but what kind of dream feels so real, and what kind of orc smiles. Talon’s senses came back to him realizing he was still in the underdark, his sense of smell raged as he remembered he was in the deadswamps, he had passed through this place on his way to the dragon, he had called it the deadswamps because the smell reminded him of dead bodies, the putrid smell was enough to make a person pass out and with Talon’s enhanced senses it was truly horrifying, but Talon’s training would not let him lose focus.
Talon gathered himself feeling the ice diamond around his neck, this was his key out of here he thought to himself, he just had to get it to the deathknight. Talon continued on his way pushing himself onward through the swamps, he knew it would be a couple day trip through the swamp so he kept a regular persons sprinting pace to make the journey a faster one anxious to get clear of this place. By the second day he could feel the need for a rest but pushed onward knowing he was close to the end of the swamps and he could sleep once he was out, only a few more hours and I can leave this place in the past, Talon pushed himself faster thinking of putting the swamps behind him in an hour when his Sisawindari began to glow, Talon stopped short flipping the ring’s into his hands, all around him the swamps bubbled and spewed rancid swamp water as murlocish creatures covered in mud began crawling out of the depths surrounding him, the stench from the creatures was unbearable, there long scaly arms dragged along the ground and their webbed hands and claws dripped what looked to be acid. More and more began pouring out of the swamp from everywhere, he could feel the anticipation of his weapons as he brought his hands up. Talon felt the ice diamond beat against his chest as the swamp creatures crawled closer, ice tendrils shot from the diamond in all directions, whipping the tendrils wrapped around the creatures leaving them lifeless in a coffin of ice, wave after wave of the creatures were stopped in their tracks with the ice tendrils snapping at them until eventually it was the creatures running away futilly trying to make it to the safety of there swamp but caught short before they could make it by an icy death,
Talon’s Sisawindari stopped glowing as the ice diamond became still, he could feel the disappointment in his weapon and felt disappointment in himself, there was no honor in this weapon he thought grabbing the diamond from his neck and placing it into his pouch with the half empty green vile.
His journey led him from the swamps and back into the wastelands of the underdark, his body ached dreaming of a time when he was free, dreaming on a time when he hadn’t needed to rely on others such as the DeathKnight, he knew what he was doing was wrong but he didn’t care, all that mattered was getting out of this place and exacting his revenge on all of the world, he had tried to be a fair and just person in his past life but all it had brought him was a pain in his heart and soul he could never recover from, a pain that could never be satisfied except when he fought, when he fought there was nothing else, only him and his enemy, it was the art of survival and he was the master of it, everything and everyone who had challenged him had fallin and with the Sisawindari he had even surpassed the power of the great Illidan stormrage, becoming a god when he put the blades together, a god that could never be stopped until his appetite for destruction was satisfied, Talon smiled to himself thinking of the one thing that made him happy, Revenge.
Chapter 10
“I want camp set up here!” spat Kilrogg. It had been a long and tedious journey that day traveling through the dense forest, Kilrogg tapped his foot impatiently waiting for his tent to be set up, his nerves had been on edge since the day of his departure and with good reason having the large army on his heels with the Orc shaman Thrall leading the way. Kilrogg had disobeyed his orders to stay as a spy for the Orc warlock Kuldan for dreams of his own conquest. If he could free and control the Nightelf demon hunter he would reign supreme with both the Orc warlock and Orc Shaman kissing his feet.
When his quarters were ready he sent for his five generals and stepped inside, a warm fire lit the tent burning large enough for Kilrogg to feel the heat right away. Tossing back a jug of wine he sat himself on his cot, he knew they were getting close to Xayarien pass but he had to move faster if what he had been dreading might be true , but of course Thrall wouldn’t send him, he was too young and it didn’t matter how good one troll might be Kilrogg had about three thousand trolls in his camp, Thrall would need to bring an army himself if he wanted the orb back and hopefully a large enough army that would slow him enough for Kilrogg to get to the pass first. The Troll chief laughed to himself as his generals came in, “sit, sit” called Kilrogg, “I have come to a decision….Thrall isn’t fast enough to catch us, however as stupid as it sounds he may have sent the ShadowBlade clan after us, more importantly he may have sent Furel Wolfsbane after us,” murmers of disgust were heard throughout the tent as Kilrogg continued, “ we have to move faster, which means us six will go on alone once daybreak comes, we will leave the army to meet us there and hopefully free the Nightelf before we are caught.”
“ We are taking a great risk following you Kilrogg, you promised us the world and right now all we feel like are thieves hiding in the night?” the oldest general called speaking up,
“The world will be ours we just have to make it to the pass and open the gate,”
“easier said then done when you have a ninja tracking you that kills as easily as he breathes,”
“and that is why we will move faster if its just us six,” Kilrogg replied
“which will leave us more vulnerable if we are found”
“If it eases your mind any when Furel started his pathetic ShadowBlade clan I placed a double agent into his ranks, we will know what they know,”
“Very well Kilrogg we will prepare for the morning,” the generals took their leave giving Kilrogg time to think on the coming storm, he would either have everything or lose his head, quite the gamble he laughed to himself.
They were Black blurs bouncing from tree limb to tree limb making their way through the dense forest. Furel landed softly crouching atop a thin branch sitting on his heels, he had to move slower for the other ninja apprentice to keep up but for his plan to work he needed the other Troll. As he had predicted they were right on the rebel Trolls heels pointing to a sentry leaning on the tree below them, Furel had left the rest of his clan about a day’s journey behind and with Thrall a good ten day’s behind. Thrall had needed Furel to slow the Troll army to try and catch up so Furel put together some very nasty poisons planning on using it in the Trolls water supply, a few drops in the barrels would slow the Trolls to a crawl.
Furel motioned for Veruk the other Troll to be quiet as Furel dropped from the tree, he landed sitting on the man’s shoulders his legs wrapped around the Trolls neck, Furel whipped backwards flipping the Troll head first into the ground. Furel and Veruk made their way to the perimeter of the encampment watching the routines of the Troll gaurds waiting for the perfect moment Furel signaled for them to use the blow guns he had made for them, the poison in the darts would take seconds to work if struck in the throat, Furel was fast enough to blow three darts before his first hit its mark, but Veruks aim was off hitting his mark in the chest, the Troll wavered about too scream when Furels foot took him across the face, as the Troll fell Furel went with him hand covering mouth knee pushed into the Trolls throat, the landing silenced the Troll permanently.
Furel and Veruk hid the bodies from sight then Furel took Veruk aside, “as I had thought there are too many Trolls to pinpoint where Kilrogg is, you must make your way back to Thrall and tell him there is a ravine before Xayarian pass and I shall take Kilrogg there from above, go now.” Furel moved on alone hiding in shadows, ducking in tents, blending with his surroundings till he found the water caravans, there was a pack of Trolls laughing chatting with each other unaware of the deadly shadow watching them, out of the darkness he sprinted forward his hand flipping out in an arc, four throwing stars leaving his hand, each star hit its mark In the throat, the last Troll stared in disbelief at his comrades choking on their own blood, Furel was a blur flipping over the Troll his rope noose snagging around the Trolls neck, Furel snapped his hand causing the Troll too fall to its knees, Furel shot forward pulling at the same time bringing the Trolls face into his knee.
Veruk doubled around heading back into the Troll camp, he took off his veil making his way to the centre of the camp, a few Troll guards grabbed him spears to throat, “I am a double agent for the great Kilrogg Deadeye,” called Veruk pulling a parchment from his belt signed by Kilrogg, the Trolls agreed bringing Veruk to the warchiefs tent spears still at his throat. With Kilroggs permission Veruk entred,
“What news have you brought me Veruk I was right thinking they had sent the ShadowBlade after us,”
“Kilrogg sir, Furels plans are to take you in the ravine before Xayarian pass, he plans to take you from above,” replied Veruk,
“Very well done, we shall have a special surprise for Furel waiting at the top of the ravine giving us the opportunity to pass through,” Kilrogg laughed, “I shall have my demon hunter and have Furels head on a pike soon, then none shall stand in my way!”