(RP) The Past Repeats
Blood. The field, normally a pure white from the snow, was practically painted red. The remains of villagers were strewn everywhere, not a single man, woman, or child left whole. Although they attempted to fight off the attack, only a couple of scourge bodies were interspersed throughout the carnage.
Kneeling over the dismembered remains of an elder, obviously the former leader of these people, Jeseth felt a wave of emotion akin to a red-hot dagger through her heart. She looked up at Byaghro, an all-consuming fiery rage evident in her eyes.
“These were my people,” she growled, “I was raised by them for a short time after my birth, before I embarked upon the journey that led me to the assassins. They were nomads, living as one with the land around them before moving on to new sources of food.”
Byaghro nodded, her face betraying no sign of her emotions, “It would appear Arthas knows more about us than we would prefer.”
Jeseth slid her hand over the elder’s eyes, closing them gently as she whispered, “Peace to you my friend.”
Laughter emanated from the woodline, causing both to spring into defensive crouches. They stood at an angle to each other, each facing the general direction of the laughter’s source.
A single being emerged, shadowy energy swirling around him much like the priests of the dark. This was obviously no priest, however, nor even apparently mortal. He glided over the field in their direction; his laughter sending chills through them both.
“Aelara… wait… it is Jeseth now is it not?” he laughed again, seemingly even a colder, more vile sound than before, “I am disappointed. It took so long for you to arrive that I had to carve up the bodies to keep myself entertained.”
Byaghro shifted slightly, barely even apparent to Jeseth’s trained eyes, “Might we have the pleasure of learning who you are before your existence ends?”
He cackled, “Byaghro, surely you recognize me? After all, it was you who sent me to hell, though I suppose you thought me dead at the time. Had it not been for an overzealous warlock that might even have become true.”
Jeseth’s hands lay lightly on the hilts of her daggers as she listened, watching for any opening to launch her attack. Again she noticed Byaghro shift slightly, and wondered what the druid was planning.
“Perhaps this form does not fit the memory you have of my previous life.” He chuckled, and morphed into the form of a young blood elf. “This should remind you of what I once was.”
Byaghro gasps, for the first time a hint of anger evident in her voice, “You will not be so fortunate this time.”
“Foolish druid, it took five of you to banish me from this realm originally. Do you really think you stand a chance now?”
Without warning a blast of pure energy struck Byaghro, knocking her into the trees behind them. Laughter erupted from the blood elf’s lungs as he looked at Jeseth.
“What hope do you have, little one? Not even the mighty druid could withstand even a hint of my power!”
He glanced back to the trees, preparing to unleash another bolt in Byaghro’s direction, but she was not there.
He chuckled, “Run away little night elf, prove to the world how cowardly your kind truly is!”
Jeseth flicked a throwing knife at the blood elf, hoping to cause a distraction as she launched herself into an attack, daggers drawn. Suddenly she found herself lying face down and crumpled against a tree. The stench of scorched leather filled her nostrils as she slowly pulled herself up, just in time to see a sleek, muscular feline latch firmly onto the back of their opponent. The cat sank its teeth into his shoulder, ripping and tearing away flesh and crunching bone.
The blood elf morphed back into his hellish form, unleashing a blast of shadowy energy at the same time and knocking the cat backward a few feet. Without missing a beat the cat shifted into Byaghro’s natural form, and unleashed the fury of nature’s wrath against the fiend.
Seizing her opening, Jeseth sprang into the fray. This time her daggers found their mark, burying themselves to the hilt in the fiend’s side. He gasped, and Byaghro seized another opening to rip the tendons from his legs.
As suddenly as it started the fight was over, the fiend gone.
Panting, Jeseth turned to Byaghro, “Well done.”
“He will be back I am afraid,” she turned to face Jeseth, “And it appears we have some common enemies in our past. That fiend used to be a mage, and one whose love for people actually caused the Cenarion Circle to allow his visit from time to time. He betrayed our trust, attempting to absorb the powers of nature and enhance his own magic. At any rate, when he returns he will not underestimate our abilities again. We must move on.”
“He was not a demon…” Jeseth points to a piece of flesh on the ground, “That is part of a dragon’s wing.”
This Series:
- Jeseth’s Introduction, Truth Eternal
- Byaghro’s Introduction, Guardians of Cenarius
- Degenerate’s Introduction, The Ebon Blade
- Convergences (Part One)
- Destruction (Part Two)
- Discoveries (Part Three)
- Loss & Repentance (Part Four)
- Downfalls (Part Five)
- From the Ashes (Part Six)
DISCLAIMER: The events I have been chronicling are not a part of lore, based on any actual story, or even bearing any resemblance to any events in game. I am writing these purely for my enjoyment, and enjoying the story that I am creating based upon the Warcraft Universe.
