The blade breaks into the old orcs chest, shattering bone and slicing the organs within. A gurgled choke leaves Kaja's lips as the blade is pulled from within him.. Darkness...
People suround him, humans mostly. Ironic is it not, his last moments would be spent with those whom were his enemies, and that the one to slay him was an orc..
A red haze fulls upon the old orcs eyes..
Death
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Kaja Wolfagen
- Posts: 162
- Joined: Fri Nov 14, 2003 9:01 pm
- Location: Wandering the seven hells with Galims priest staff
Cyrus with draws his blade from the orc standing staring. it had all happend in a blind rage all he could remeber was kajas voice "yes you should slay me cyrus" and then the whispers egging him on and finaly the voice claiming to be moshran which he could not resist and so over Kaja's dead body he speaks his final words to him
You are a fool Kaja we speak of Alliance and war and yet with the humans behind my back you speak of wanting there love and of slaying me. You diserve this death.
You are a fool Kaja we speak of Alliance and war and yet with the humans behind my back you speak of wanting there love and of slaying me. You diserve this death.
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Moirear Sian
- Posts: 1214
- Joined: Thu Jul 15, 2004 5:12 am
Hours later, a large bonfire was seen by the mountains northeast out of the town, where Caitlin Fergus, Durin Silberbart, and Sian spoke their last words to the slain legend who burned brightly. The flames danced, as if reaching out from around the elevated perch and up into the skies.
"May your journey continue safely, from here on..."
A last firnis blossom was cast into the fire as the three somberly departed.
"May your journey continue safely, from here on..."
A last firnis blossom was cast into the fire as the three somberly departed.
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Grunith Shuth
- Posts: 156
- Joined: Fri Jun 13, 2003 2:53 am
- Location: United States - Illinois
To the far north, a figure stood, sitting there in the gloomy darkness of the forlorn cave. He loomed over a small fire. The flame within the small kindle flickered and danced weakly as it struggled to survive amid the cramped space of the dark hole in which it resided. The red fire flicked and danced upon two glowing red orbs that sat soundly in the darkness. A hood and cloak was draped over the figure.
Earlier, word had reached his ear from and old orc that had once spoken to him. The meeting had only been brief, but he had remembered those words from earlier, leaning over the fire. After the time that orc had left, he had only been staring into those smoldering embers that burned so deep that even they seemed to illuminate this orc's soul. His eyes wandered to a far portion on the wall, where a sharp axe rested upon it.
Thoughts continued to run over and over in his mind as he continued to remember all the past glories in which he had had with the Orcish Shaman that now only lied dead. He shook his head, wondering how such a thing could have ever happened. How ironic it was too. What Kaja had longed to forge, he was only betrayed by his vision in the end. To die to by the hands by an enraged orc. What kind of orc was this?
The cloaked figure did not know this, but only one thing fell on his mind. He would meet this orc and judge him out. It had long been since he was seen outside of the ground, and his presence was soon again to be seen upon the surface world. With a quick brisk movement, the orc moved to the corner, only stepping over the waning fire, and snatching an old axe. He threw it over his shoulders and looked about. Through the hood, his eyes glowed ever so redder, as a mild rage came over him. His mind only held one thought. He would seek out this orc and determine who he is.
With the blink of an eye, the shadow that had sat before the waning fire was gone. And with the leaving of his presence, the last dancing flicker of light upon the cave wall died out with a cold chill that blew past the fire. He had gone.
Earlier, word had reached his ear from and old orc that had once spoken to him. The meeting had only been brief, but he had remembered those words from earlier, leaning over the fire. After the time that orc had left, he had only been staring into those smoldering embers that burned so deep that even they seemed to illuminate this orc's soul. His eyes wandered to a far portion on the wall, where a sharp axe rested upon it.
Thoughts continued to run over and over in his mind as he continued to remember all the past glories in which he had had with the Orcish Shaman that now only lied dead. He shook his head, wondering how such a thing could have ever happened. How ironic it was too. What Kaja had longed to forge, he was only betrayed by his vision in the end. To die to by the hands by an enraged orc. What kind of orc was this?
The cloaked figure did not know this, but only one thing fell on his mind. He would meet this orc and judge him out. It had long been since he was seen outside of the ground, and his presence was soon again to be seen upon the surface world. With a quick brisk movement, the orc moved to the corner, only stepping over the waning fire, and snatching an old axe. He threw it over his shoulders and looked about. Through the hood, his eyes glowed ever so redder, as a mild rage came over him. His mind only held one thought. He would seek out this orc and determine who he is.
With the blink of an eye, the shadow that had sat before the waning fire was gone. And with the leaving of his presence, the last dancing flicker of light upon the cave wall died out with a cold chill that blew past the fire. He had gone.