The darkness of a pointless dream filled Elizabel's head. Silence, emptiness and darkness; being aware of such things seemed strangely abnormal. Yet the voice that called to her was desperate and anxious. Elizabel lifted her head within the darkness hearing the soft, familiar voice calling to her. As her head raised, light broke past the darkness and with a jolt, brought her sight into focus.
Directly infront of the warriors line of sight was a single flickering torch. Elizabel raised a hand to her head, then glanced back at the sleeping bodies, looking around the cave. Neyeeva rested against the wall, her knees to her face, her eyes closed as if sleeping. Ailac and Xaneria lay on the ground, between them, a jade colored idol that pulsed with a heavy power, supressing darkness in their radius. The warrior adjusted her hip weapons and shifted her weight on the wall, crossing her arms once more and letting her eyes close, a word crossed her mind without thought.
Mine.
Such a possessive word. Elizabel glanced up, back at the bodies. A small squirrel shaped robot began circling them, making strange noises. Beeps, vibrations, pulses and the occasional click and change of gears. Elizabel knew these sounds well enough, thanks to her aquaintences, Perisanya being no acception. Leaving this contraption with them, what was the real purpose rather than be annoying. The silence constantly being broken by its harsh and sharp clicks and reverberations, in this small, confined place, it annoyed the warrior a little. The thought of smashing the machine crossed her mind more than once.
Peenuts. The immature, childish name given to the robot; while it was a toy for the most part, there was no doubt the paladin had more in it than just some whimsical plaything. It was doing a task, examining the situation and processing data. Elizabel was slightly curious about the real purpose it was left behind, yet the annoying noises breaking the long drawn moments of quiet grated on the warrior's nerves.
That damn-
A red light flashed in the corner of Elizabel's perifial vision. Peenut's eyes swirled with red flashing lights. The machine made its way to the door, a small voice being heard from the machine for the first time. The robotic voice blended with the clicking and shifting of grinding metal in the machine as Peenut's head tilted to one side.
"Area scan initiated. Scouting."
Elizabel raised a brow as she watched the creature scurry up the den pathway, frowing. Neyeeva lifted her head and cocked her own brow at the strange item.
"What's got into that thing?" Elizabel questioned in a detatched manner. Neyeeva shrugged, finding such a thing severly out of her reach of understanding. Both women let out a soft sigh.
Faintly, a buzzing noise started to grow from the corridor, the sound of Peenuts making its way back down into the den, as its feet clanged on the dirt, seemed to echo. As the tiny creature came into sight, the buzzing noise grew louder, the sound of a small but weak alarm on the machine, its lights still flickering.
"Alert. Scourge entrenchment. Alert." The little machine began to repeat itself over and over as a befouled smell of rotting flesh began to overtake the normal soft and natural morning glory scent.
Elizabel pushed off of the wall and reached her hands to her hips, drawing both short blades, in a swift manner, taking a ready stance. A small smirk crossed her lips as her body began to crouch over, head focused towards the doorway, her legs setting into the dirt floor. Neyeeva raised to her feet quickly, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set as she put a hand to her own blade's hilt.
"Scourge?! Here?!"
"I suppose even the druids get to have fun... guards must not know their job too well." Elizabel grinned.
"Correction." Peenuts methodical manner began to report. "Nighthaven reamins untouched. The target is defined to the Stormrage Barrow Dens. A large anti-magic barrier has been errected over top this cavern, approximately 75 meters in length, running as deep as 1 kilometer into the ground. Scourge ghouls surround the entrances and fill the barrier." The alarm began to fade, as the robot slowly started to shut down, the battery coming to the end of its life.
Elizabel raised a head to the corridor and gritted her teeth. The efficient report from the little machine left a few questions. Ghouls were unable to create such barriers, especially ones of such size and strength. Just what was going on, though it didn't matter, still twinged in the back of Elizabel's mind. However she would not budge. The warrior set herself once more in her position, weapons ready. She could hear the ghouls as they scrapped down the hall.
"Well, aren't we popular then..." Elizabel said jumping back a few steps, closing the distance between her and the sleeping bodies.
A growl bellowed up from Neyeeva's throat, the smell and sounds of the ghoulish fiends making their way upon them was sickening and aggrivating. The rotten stench caused a fire to burn in her eyes as her fangs began to slowly force themselves out, her normal silver eyes suddenly shifting and chaning, taking on a light gold color, her pupils, mere slights in the reflection corneas. The lilac skin of the druid began to darken and emanate fur as the bones and muscles twisted under her skin, growing thick claws and sinking into a panther form. Neyeeva growled under her new form once more.
"Not here!" Her voice trailed behind her as she dashed up the couloir and vanished from sight. Elizabel smirked from her position.
"So she does have a bit of bite to her."
Elizabel passed the moments, keeping up her guard as she listened to the sounds of fighting. Claws tearing into decaying flesh and the tumbling of bodies, teeth gnashing into skin and the crashing of walls. Neyeeva's growls were fierce and full of vigor, hatred and pain. The smell of blood suddenly took and a last heavy breath could be heard gasping from high above the pathway. Silence fell over the room for a single moment, followed by the heavy scent of blood and an overture of ghoulish moans, a true killing intent starting to fill the air, revolting to even Elizabel. The abhorrent creatures dragging their risen corpses into the room.
"Tch..."
Elizabel took a short breath as she looked over the flux of scourge fumbling into the room. The warrior crouched her body further, taking in her surroundings. Right now the bodies rested at the widest part of the room, while the ghouls began to stumble into the narrowist. It was perfect. The best place to stop them was where they now stood. Green light began to flow off the warrior's body, her eyes now glowing as she clutched her weapon hilts tighter. The warrior pushed at her back foot, and threw herself at the ghouls, slashing into their group in a single heavy swing.
Ghouls fell quickly to Elizabel's hand, as if she were cutting through grass. Her motions were fluid, each swing pulling her entire body into the movement, making her next move quick. The never ending flood of ghouls from the corridor aggitated her. She was cutting them down like a trench diverting water, leaving nothing able to move in her wake, yet they kept coming without purpose. Elizabel reset herself on the ground, adjusting her grip on her weapon and slidding her foot behind her, ready to lunge once more.
Cold.
The room suddenly grew bonechillingly cold, sending a shiver down Elizabel's spine. The warrior's eyes raised from her fight, feeling a dark aura, familiar but hateful, blanketed by the icy wind she took in, watching her own breath upon the air. Elizabel twisted her body quickly, throwing a single sword behind her, towards where the bodies rested. The sound of metal clashed before the weapon embedded itself in the wall.
"Ah, that's no way to welcome me."
Elizabel narrowed her eyes for a moment, precautious of the situation. Before her stood a death knight with a similar face, and cold blue eyes. Her armor was enough to frighten most opponets and the goggles rested on her eyes brought forth the lack of seriousness this woman harbored. Elizabel replaced her other short blade to her right hip and took a step forward, the green glow from her body suddenly bursting around her and disentigrating the ghouls surrounding her, a harsh flame racing up the corridor.
"What are you doing here, Chidorie?" The death knight narrowed her eyes and smirked at the question.
"Tying up loose ends."
Slowly, Chidorie raised a hand to her back, drawing her weapon and swinging it without qualm Xaneria, a sick look upon her face from amusement. Metal crushed into metal, deflecting the blow as Elizabel raised up from her postion, now overtop of Xaneria, an arm's length from the death knight.
"Get out!" Elizabel snapped.
Chidorie merely smirked and took her stand, looking over the warrior before her, her large sword drawn and her face meakly angered. Without a word, Chidorie moved forward, dashing Elizabel with her weapon and smashing it down upon the Lionheart blade that dared to block her motions. Her voice was shrill, as she swung again and again, putting all her power into each attack.
"Why let yourself be dragged down by her? Why not rid yourself of her and then come to my side, Aunt."
Elizabel gritted her teeth and threw her weight into her sword, forcing the death knight back. Chidorie's feet hit the floor and began to skid back into the wall, her hand gripping the ground. The area was too small for full force attacks, Chidorie's back hitting the wall. She grinned and lifted a hand to her side, a dark blackness falling to the earth.
"Lets play, my pet." Chidorie's eyes flashed brightly as she seaped the darkness into the ground, a cold and decayed corpse forcing its way from the ground. As it set itself from the dirt, a flash of blackness fortified it. Lifting a single finger, Chidorie sent the ghoul leaping at Elizabel.
The warrior moved infront of Xaneria and Ailac's bodies, blocking the ghoul with her sword, shoving the tip to the ground. Her empty hand reached around and clenched around the ghoul's head, starting to crush it with sheer pressure. Cracking and breaking could be heard as the mindless creature continued to lash forward, little care of its position or inevitable demise.
Chidorie move quickly, dashing past Elizabel. The death knight resheathed her weapon upon her back and moved to the wall as a blade smashed in front of her, embedding itself into the dirt foundation. The death knight lept over the blade's path and reached out to the other sword ground into the wall.
Elizabel moved, pushing back on the ghoul and turning as she prepared to charge Chidorie. Sudden pain pushed over her body as hands from the ground raised up and gripped the warrior's feet, holding her in place. Instantly raged, Elizabel's flames flickered brighter and ignited under her feet searing the floor. The ghoulish creature summoned by Chidorie lefted up and in a single move shoved its hand through Elizabel's armor, just as it too began to vanish in the flames. The warrior doubled over, coughing and darkening her eyes in anger, looking up to Chidorie.
The death knight stood over the druid's body, one hand wielding the stolen blade, the other raising to eye level a dark purple aura lashing out like a whip, gripping Elizabel by the throat and throwing her into the wall. The warrior's anger grew, her eyes glowing brighter still, breaking apart the darkness that bound her. Slowly, she watched, while breaking free as Chidorie raised her the sword in the air higher, a sickening smile crossing her lips. The death knight licked her lips and thrust the sword down upon the sleeping druid, piercing her chest and using both hands to push hard, breaking past flesh and earth, sinking the blade into Xaneria's body to the hilt. Blood flew from the wound, covering the death knight's face as she began to laugh, the sound of splitting flesh and breaking bone echoing in the small cavern.
Elizabel's eyes grew wide, dropping her large sword to the ground in shock, the flames starting to subside. She took a single step forward. Chidorie laughed, licking the blood from her lips and twisting the blade, standing tall and ripping it from the druid's flesh. The sleeping body coiled around the motions, a gasp full of crismon fluid coughed past Xaneria's lips, tears rolling down her face, her soul still clenched in the dream.
"Now...she wont have a body to return to." Chidorie grinned, dropping the blade to the ground and turned to Elizabel.
The warrior gritted her fists together, her teeth clenching and her body begining to tremble from anger. The slow but quick explosion of flames from her markings, and the heavy glow from her eyes erupted around her in fel fire, moving quickly after Chidorie, swinging a thick plated fist at the death knight's face and connecting. The power of the hit through Chidorie into the wall and embedded her at least 4 meters deep. Laughing echoed from the hole as a darkness began to creep from it like a living mist.
"The flower picker is out of the way..." Chidorie's voice faded into the darkness as the corruption began to disapate. She had escaped through a death gate, after being shoved into the earth.
Elizabel stood over Xaneria's body, her gauntlet cracking from the heated pressure, her flames begining to abate yet her teeth remained gritted. The warrior stood there in anger, feelings filling her chest like she was drowning. With a sudden release of the fel marks, her body relaxed. Her hands unclenched and her jaw unlocked, the warrior's knees weakly falling forward and dropping her to the ground, the splashing of her plated legs hitting the pool of blood raised her dimished eyes, filling her sight in a heavy crimson. Tears began to rush from her face, as her body curled in anger, burrying her chin in her chest and slamming a fist into the dirt. The secondary pressure shattered the metal around her hand, the blood starting to fill the crevice and pool around her fingertips.
Still warm. Elizabel lifted her hand to Xaneria's face, running her fingertips over the druid's face. Her empty gaze watched the druid's chest as it halted its breathing. Still warm. Her body didn't move, her lungs did not take in air, her eyes didn't open and yet she remained warm. Elizabel starred at Xaneria, blankly.
Still warm.
Darkness pooled over the room like the blood to the tiny crater. The fire of the torches began to fade, blanketing the room in lightless, thick and cold air, yet the body remained warm. A flash of light broke past the darkness, climbing over Elizabel.
The warrior suddenly opened her eyes, gasping, her face drenched in sweat. Quickly she looked about the room, noticing herself leaning upon the wall of the cavern. Ailac and Xaneria rested in their same place, the idol still pulsed a faint energy, the walls were intact and the smell of morning glory and fadeleaf filled the damn cavern. Elizabel shook her head as she brought a hand to her forhead.
Neyeeva looked up from her position, watching the sleeping druids, hearing the sharp intake of breath coming from Elizabel. She turned her head looking over the warrior, taking notice to her state, her eyes growing wide in alarm and concern.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine..." Elizabel said sighing heavily as she looked around the room. "Seems, I just had a rather vivid dream..." The warriors words trailed off as she turned her gaze back to Xaneria, staring at the bodies of both druids. Neyeeva's eyes followed, suddenly... something caught their eye.
"Have you awaken?"
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