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The Frozen North (Page 40)
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Umbragos landed on the ramparts of Mord’rethar, and Miriam fell from the back of the wyrm to the saronite floor. Morec dismounted and looked down at her. The scar on her face had been opened up and a new one had been created to form a perfect X on her face. More interesting, though, was the elemental magic that the scars crackled with. It was unlike any shaman magic he had encountered before. It was darker, tainted maybe, and more powerful for that.
“Well?” Miriam hissed. “Don’t just stand there like an imbecile! Do something! It burns!” Her voice was shrill, she was clearly in pain. It was almost amusing.
Morec studied the scar then shook his head. “No.”
Miriam attempted to jump up and grab him by the throat, but she lacked the strength to do so. “
Treason
! You would let me die!” she glared at him. “The Lich King will have your head!”
“If I could do something but chose not to, then yes he would. But the fact is this; I can do nothing. I do not know how to dispel shamanistic magic, especially of this… variety.” He was unsure of the perfect word to describe it, but the one he chose was fitting enough
Miriam growled. “Damn you! You will bring the Scourge to ruin!” She struggled to stay up for a few seconds more but her face then fell to the floor, her body convulsing. Then the spasms stopped and both the magic the shaman had upon her and the magic that kept her soul tied to her undead body dissipated.
Morec motioned for a group of ghouls to approached, they hurried over. “Take the body of the ranger to Aldur’thar,” he ordered. “I know a cultist there that may be able to find some… entertainment from it. If not, then the other cultists there can do as they please. Also; no snacking.”
The ghouls nodded franticly before picking up Miriam’s lifeless body and carrying it away. The Scourgelord turned and headed for the Citadel, knowing full well that the Lich King would not his latest report to his liking. He just hoped that he was no destroyed because it.
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From a distance Nilon watched the massive pyre burning in the center of Scourgeholme, fueled by the corpses of those slain during the battle. The corpses of the Scourge dark rangers and Hadrian also were consumed by the fire, but not Valinaria’s. Before her body could be set inside the fire agent’s of the undead Forsaken had arrived and claimed it, taking it with them back to their subterranean stronghold of the Undercity. The paladin tried not to imagine what horrors whey might inflict upon it.
Thragg and his apprentice had already departed for their home, leaving Nilon with only Jason for a trustworthy ally; although the warrior had been spending too much time with the rogue for his liking. And of course there was the death knight; the very opposite of all Nilon stood for. As far as he was concerned, Rey was a character that deserved constant observation to prevent him from stabbing their cause in the back.
He turned as he heard the sound of someone approaching, and reflexively saluted to Highlord Fordring. The human paladin motioned for him to be at ease, saying; “there is no need for that. Tonight, in the presence of the presence of the spirits of the honorable fallen, we are all equals.” Nilon nodded and relax. “I suppose that you’ve received and invitation for the tournament,” Tirion then said, walking over to look down at the pyre below as well.
Nilon blinked. “Forgive me, High- Tirion, but I don’t know about any tournament.”
“No?” Tirion replied, giving the blood elf a quizzical look. “The Argent Tournament? The proving grounds where we will find those strong enough to face against the Lich King and his strongest minions within Icecrown Citadel itself?” Nilon silently shook his head, prompting an amused chuckle from Tirion. “Then, my boy, allow me to be the first to officially invite you to take part in the tournament. If not, then I at least insist that you pay the tournament grounds to the north a visit, your presence will undoubtedly inspire those participating.”
“I will consider it, Tirion,” Nilon said. The Highlord nodded, took one last look at the flames, and then walked away.
Nilon turned back to look at the pyre burning below, however he found his faze drifting to the unholy silhouette of Icecrown Citadel to the west.
The Argent Tournament
.
Icecrown Citadel
.
The Lich King’s strongest minions
. He clenched his hand that had the Scourge emblem carved into the flesh beneath the gauntlet.
Morec
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Morec0
With chapter 5 I'm going to write the whole chapter before finally starting to post the pages. Although this will mean that page 41 wont be out untill much later then usual (what the usual length is I'll let you decide) it will decrease the waiting time between the pages of Chapter 5 themselves.
EDIT: In the meantime, though, I will be publishing a number of story shorts, such as the finishing parts to
Shadows of Honor
and a short backstory of my
worgen characters
.
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No snacking.
Rooting for Rey seriously screwing Nilon's head! In a good sense...
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