redflare
07-10-2007, 09:59 AM
The rain thundered down upon Andorhal, giving the night a ghostly aura as a misty veil shielded the landscape. A flicker of lightning dances on the horizon, followed by a deafening thunderclap shortly after. The sound of beating horse hooves echoed off the cobblestone path as a rider sped past, riding as if being chased by an army of Murlocs. The rider speeds through the land, glancing over his shoulder every so often, beating down the path through the heavy rain.
As he makes his way into the middle of the town, he leaps off his mount, and quickly ducks into one of the nearby buildings. Seconds later, a small gathering of pursuers arrived where the rider was last seen. Lightning etched across the sky, illuminating the town center. Silvermoon guard, mounted upon heavily armored Hawkstriders, peered through the night haze, searching for the rider.
From the nearby inn, a lumbering resident made its way to the group, a low moan escaping its sunken lips. One of the guards gave the intruder a look of disgust, and quickly cut it down, slicing it in two with his blade. It expressed a dull grunt as it collapsed in a heap before their feet, and the guards dismounted, heading into the remains.
The lone rider peered his head around the corner from the kitchen, peering at them through the darkness. The guards made their way into the main room, gazing around at the ruined interior as they searched for their pursuer. A sharp whistle cut through the silence as a butcher knife hurled itself into the chest of a nearby guard, causing him to cough up blood. He pressed a shaky hand to his heart, feeling the blade cutting deep into his flesh, and gave a dull moan as he fell back, reaching into the air with an open hand for assistance, then becoming suddenly quiet. The group ran over to his position, pulling the drenched blade from his chest, and turned a quick glance towards the kitchen, just as the figure ducked behind the doorway once more.
The guards ran single file into the kitchen, their shields at the ready. The room grew quiet as they searched around, and another sharp whistle cut through the silence, ending with a dull thud as another knife seared through a guard's exposed neck, sending blood across the nearby wall, and splattering the others. Another catches sight of the pursuer, and runs over, only to be cut down in mere seconds, his life ending with a blink of an eye. The remaining guards looked at one another nervously as another figure came from behind them, illuminating the doorway with his presence.
"Must I do everything?" The newcomer proclaims, glancing around the dump. The guards clear a path, allowing him to enter the kitchen, and fall to one knee, head held low. The newcomer was of Highborne descent, adorn in golden armor, along with a red flowing cape, and matching claymore. His sharp green eyes peered around from under his helm, and he threw a beam of light at a nearby corner, illuminating the room. Stunned, hiding behind a rack of meat, was a horribly disfigured Blood Elf, with tattered black hair falling over his face, and black holes where his once green eyes were. A thin scar trailed from the top of his forehead through his left eye, and another throwing dagger was clenched tight withing his gloved hands.
The guard captain made his way to the dazed Rogue, and knocked him to his feet. Trembling, the Rogue backed up against the wall, staring at him wide eyed as he took off his helm, displaying a very youthful, stern visage, with golden hair pulled back in a ponytail. Handing the helm to a nearby guard, he unsheathed his claymore, pointing it at the Rogue. "It is time for redemption for all your foul deeds! May your cursed soul rot in hell!" The guard drew back his sword, sending it crashing upon the trapped Rogue.
* * *
Redflare bolted upright in his bed, drenched in sweat. He trailed a hand over his face, feeling soft, youthful skin, and the scar over his left eye. Heaving a heavy sigh of relief, he fell back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was only a nightmare..Why did it seem so real, though? After a few moments, he made his way out of his bed, and threw on some clothes, leaving his quarters. He made his way to the deck of the Shadow Crusade, and peered out into the open waters, catching a breath of fresh air. He made his way to the bow or the ship, and stared out into the cool blue ocean, thinking to himself. It feels great being back to my old self, but what if I encounter him again? Worse yet, what if she returns? A soft voice from behind breaks his thoughts, "Good morning, Captain. How are you?"
He turns to face a young female Blood Elf, nearly his age, but with only half the experience, and fresh out of Quel'Thalas. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled to the side, and a warm smile addressed her face. "Ahh..Moh'nin Rei. Hah ah ja?" He replied, returning the smile. "I'm doing well, sir. I was just worried about you. You seemed to have had a nightmare last night. It kept me up all night, worrying about you. His smile faded into a weak grin, and he trailed off, heading towards the steering wheel. "Ih wah's jus a re'ah'cuu'ance..Sum'tin frah'm muh pah'st." She nodded following after him. Moments later, a young Tauren, Troll, and Undead appeared from the lower quarters. The Tauren made his way to Redflare, bowing before him. "Good morning, Captain. I heard you were having a rough night. Perhaps I may pray upon the Earthmother to grant us some nice weather this fine day to liven our spirits?" Redflare replied with a soft chuckle, laying a hand on the Druid's shoulder. "Dat soun's grea', Lus'tahan." He nodded at the other two, and gazed out into the vast sea, grabbing hold of a nearby rope. This is going to be a good day, I just know it.
As he makes his way into the middle of the town, he leaps off his mount, and quickly ducks into one of the nearby buildings. Seconds later, a small gathering of pursuers arrived where the rider was last seen. Lightning etched across the sky, illuminating the town center. Silvermoon guard, mounted upon heavily armored Hawkstriders, peered through the night haze, searching for the rider.
From the nearby inn, a lumbering resident made its way to the group, a low moan escaping its sunken lips. One of the guards gave the intruder a look of disgust, and quickly cut it down, slicing it in two with his blade. It expressed a dull grunt as it collapsed in a heap before their feet, and the guards dismounted, heading into the remains.
The lone rider peered his head around the corner from the kitchen, peering at them through the darkness. The guards made their way into the main room, gazing around at the ruined interior as they searched for their pursuer. A sharp whistle cut through the silence as a butcher knife hurled itself into the chest of a nearby guard, causing him to cough up blood. He pressed a shaky hand to his heart, feeling the blade cutting deep into his flesh, and gave a dull moan as he fell back, reaching into the air with an open hand for assistance, then becoming suddenly quiet. The group ran over to his position, pulling the drenched blade from his chest, and turned a quick glance towards the kitchen, just as the figure ducked behind the doorway once more.
The guards ran single file into the kitchen, their shields at the ready. The room grew quiet as they searched around, and another sharp whistle cut through the silence, ending with a dull thud as another knife seared through a guard's exposed neck, sending blood across the nearby wall, and splattering the others. Another catches sight of the pursuer, and runs over, only to be cut down in mere seconds, his life ending with a blink of an eye. The remaining guards looked at one another nervously as another figure came from behind them, illuminating the doorway with his presence.
"Must I do everything?" The newcomer proclaims, glancing around the dump. The guards clear a path, allowing him to enter the kitchen, and fall to one knee, head held low. The newcomer was of Highborne descent, adorn in golden armor, along with a red flowing cape, and matching claymore. His sharp green eyes peered around from under his helm, and he threw a beam of light at a nearby corner, illuminating the room. Stunned, hiding behind a rack of meat, was a horribly disfigured Blood Elf, with tattered black hair falling over his face, and black holes where his once green eyes were. A thin scar trailed from the top of his forehead through his left eye, and another throwing dagger was clenched tight withing his gloved hands.
The guard captain made his way to the dazed Rogue, and knocked him to his feet. Trembling, the Rogue backed up against the wall, staring at him wide eyed as he took off his helm, displaying a very youthful, stern visage, with golden hair pulled back in a ponytail. Handing the helm to a nearby guard, he unsheathed his claymore, pointing it at the Rogue. "It is time for redemption for all your foul deeds! May your cursed soul rot in hell!" The guard drew back his sword, sending it crashing upon the trapped Rogue.
* * *
Redflare bolted upright in his bed, drenched in sweat. He trailed a hand over his face, feeling soft, youthful skin, and the scar over his left eye. Heaving a heavy sigh of relief, he fell back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was only a nightmare..Why did it seem so real, though? After a few moments, he made his way out of his bed, and threw on some clothes, leaving his quarters. He made his way to the deck of the Shadow Crusade, and peered out into the open waters, catching a breath of fresh air. He made his way to the bow or the ship, and stared out into the cool blue ocean, thinking to himself. It feels great being back to my old self, but what if I encounter him again? Worse yet, what if she returns? A soft voice from behind breaks his thoughts, "Good morning, Captain. How are you?"
He turns to face a young female Blood Elf, nearly his age, but with only half the experience, and fresh out of Quel'Thalas. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled to the side, and a warm smile addressed her face. "Ahh..Moh'nin Rei. Hah ah ja?" He replied, returning the smile. "I'm doing well, sir. I was just worried about you. You seemed to have had a nightmare last night. It kept me up all night, worrying about you. His smile faded into a weak grin, and he trailed off, heading towards the steering wheel. "Ih wah's jus a re'ah'cuu'ance..Sum'tin frah'm muh pah'st." She nodded following after him. Moments later, a young Tauren, Troll, and Undead appeared from the lower quarters. The Tauren made his way to Redflare, bowing before him. "Good morning, Captain. I heard you were having a rough night. Perhaps I may pray upon the Earthmother to grant us some nice weather this fine day to liven our spirits?" Redflare replied with a soft chuckle, laying a hand on the Druid's shoulder. "Dat soun's grea', Lus'tahan." He nodded at the other two, and gazed out into the vast sea, grabbing hold of a nearby rope. This is going to be a good day, I just know it.