| 11-03-2008, 08:57 PM | #1 |
Death approaches silently, You will see it a moment before it strikes, Then everything is clear, You do not truly live until you die, And when you die, life begins, I am death itself. This was carved in a tombstone in Dalaran. Below that was a picture, time killed it, so only blur remained. And below the picture, in bigger letters it was carved: Darius Langreard Pugnius a man that once was This is the story of one of the greatest Undead mages of all time: Pugna the Oblivion. Chapter 1: A silent night It was one of those stormy nights, when the rain is cold and cruel, and the lighting is sharp and fiery. It was a dark night, but most of them are. There was no sight of the moon, it probably hid somewhere, waiting for the storm to end. Only sudden lightings interrupted the monotony. The flashes revealed a forest, and before it a clearing. Everything was one feet under water and mud, making it barely walkable. A sudden roar interrupted the scenery. A man ran out of the forest: he was tall and old looking, covered in gray robes, and a black hood. He was agile, although you wouldn't expect that from a man of that appearance. He was running through the mud like Archimonde himself was chasing him. A moment later a huge ghoul appeared from the forest, it was the source of the roar. It was twice the size of the man and it was roaring fierce, threating with its claws. It was gaining on the man with each second that passed. The man stopped, facing his back to the ghoul. A sudden lighting ripped the sky, hitting a nearby tree, that crashed into the mud with a blop sound. A fire was started that gave the only light to the scenery. The man was still standing there calmly and the ghoul was charging him... it was closing closer and closer, the raging fire made its eyes glow blood red, it was a fierce creature... only a couple of steps separated the ghoul and the man... *** The ghoul was charging and was preparing to jump and make the final blow with its claws, they were reflecting the fire, and they were so sharp that they could probably pierce through any armor. And the ghoul jumped, and he was approaching the man in huge speed, and when they were centimeters apart, the man made a jump into his left side avoiding the ghoul in the last second. The ghoul felt on the muddy ground confused, as there was no more sight of the man. The ghouls head made sudden confusing moves around the clearing, but the man was nowhere to be found. Then the man appeared from the mud under the ghoul, seems that the man hid himself in the deep mud next to the ghoul, and used its confusion to sneak through the mud right under him, right under his chest that was its weakest point. The man already held a small bronze dagger in his hand, and with a fast move of his right hand, he pierced the dagger directly through its chest. The ghoul left a painful roar that traveled through the night. Its eyes had lost the blood glow, his body felt lifeless to the ground. The man crawled from under the ghoul. The fire that was raging minutes ago, was now almost extinguished. The man took the dagger and he started ripping the ghouls fangs from its flesh. *** As he was doing that, another man silently appeared from nowhere behind him. The other man was covered with blue robes, but he had no hood. His face was scared and bare. No facial hair was present. One of his eyes caps were sewed to each other, he had only one eye. Judging by the face the man was also old, but suprisingly he was in his early thirties. The man that was on the ground, who was cutting the fangs, said: It was about time that you appeared, Darius, I see that your invisibility spell is still the only solution in fights. Said the man with a mocking voice. The storm was ceasing down, and by this time the fire was fully down. Running from a ghoul... I wasn't expecting that from you... Answered Darius, with the same mock in his voice. Better run than hide, and as you can see, I finished him off, surely better than hide. But rather tell me, why you have me asked me to come to this desolate place, and hurry, because when I encountered this ghoul, I sensed a necromancer nearby. He is maybe on to me. Old fool! You should have killed him. Matters that I have to discuss with you are of great importance and we cannot afford anyone overhearing it. Damn you Arahot! Damn me? Damn you who hides when danger is at sight! You summon me to this blasted place and then you dare to insult me, you dare to mock me!? Arahots was now shouting, and his face turned red, revealing his rage. Save your anger for some other time. Rather meet me tomorrow, at the academy, at our old place. Same time as today and don't be late, we have serious matters to discuss. Darius answered calmly to the threat from Arahot. Let it be that way. But don't waste my time anymore. In the next second Darius disappeared, and Arahot was still above the ghoul, cutting the last fangs off him and putting them in his pouch that hang from his shoulder. The storm ended by this time, and all that was left was mud and water and a silent night to end. The moon appeared, its time has finally came. Chapter 2: Wrath of a Necromancer Silent breeze was waking up a snow covered valley somewhere in far Northrend. Mist covered everything and you couldn't have seen your hand in front of you. Somewhere, below all the snow, far from the cruel coldness, a underground city was situated. It was the city of Sha'etemmu, or the city of the necromancers. A sudden door slam interrupted the silence. A creature entered the round bare room, as it shut the door, darkness covered the room. The room wasn't big, the walls were made of some old gray bricks, and the floor was covered with smooth cold, wet stone. And the celling wasn't visible, as to the fact it was to high up to be seen, only darkness could be seen if you looked up. "Hahahahahahahah..." a deep and bone freezing laughter surrounded the room. It came from the creature that had entered. "It is funny... I didn't expect that from someone with your experience... hiding from me... hahahaha... as that is possible." The creature seemed to be talking to itself. In the next second the creature raised a staff in the air, it glowed oddly green. It was a long wooden staff, and on the end of it was a green snake than hugged it. The staff started to glow more and more, and after a couple of seconds, the entire room was glowing green, everything was visible now. The creature was indeed a necromancer, his robe was black and long, and his hood was made of bones. Long greasy black hair felt from the back of his head. He had an amulet of some kind around his neck, it was golden, but was also glowing green at that time. Then, a man appeared behind the necromancer, as the green light revealed him, and another man behind him. Both were thin, with long beards and hair, wearing nothing but some old rugged pants. But there was a difference in them, as one of the man wasn't a man, but a gnome, a short creature. The necromancer made a swift move with his staff and the two appearances behind suddenly flew to the wall, green chains that came out of the wall binded them to it. The necromancer then turned to them. "Hargrs..." the necromancer mockingly bowed to the gnome. "... and Whiter" the necromancer spit on the man, who didn't react at all. "Rah' Jahl, I see your manners haven't improved at all... spitting on my apprentice..." Hargrs replied calmly, it seemed that the man named Whiter was passed out. "Well enough with this small talks. Two weeks I have traveled to come here, and I expect some information." Rah' Jahl replied. "Hahaha... naive old fool. You should have known better... hahaha..." Hargrs was laughing. "Silence! you will obey me, one way or another!" the necromancer shouted, and from the eye opening ins his helm, blood red glow was visible. He chanted some foul demonic words, and Whiter woke up, screaming in agony. "Tell me what do you know about Arahots return from Outland! Why did he met that damn warlock Darius!? Tell me now or your apprentice will find out the true meaning of painful death!" the necromancers rage was increasing, and by this time Whiter was shouting from the depth of his soul. "Do you not think I am not willing to sacrifice myself and the life of my apprentice, for a cause far more greater then our lives... hahahaha..." Hargrs was laughing again. "Idiot!" Whiter blew up, and blood, guts, and the rest of the parts of what the human body is composed of covered the room. Now the necromancer pointed his staff towards Hargrs, and chanted the same foul words. Hargrs screamed in pain. "Tell me what is the meaning of Arahots return? Is it connected to the Company? Is that true? Tell me and your death shall be quick!" Rah' Jahl shouted. Gathering the last strength in his bodym Hargrs replied: "I have heard that... aaaaa" Hargrs screamed painfully. "Yes tell me, tell me and I will end the pain!" the necromancer replied in self satisfaction. "... that each Necromancers dream is to... aaa... rape a Night Elf druides, is that true? Hargrs replied with a smile on his face. The Necromancer grasped disappointedly. "I see you are loyal to the cause... I respect that." Rah' Jahl made a move with his staff which freed Hargrs. The green glow had disappeared, and the room was dark again. Hargrs fell to the ground with little energy left. "Achor she-ki!" the necromancer shouted, and he left the room with a loud door slam. Hargrs was still lying there, alone, covered in his apprentices blood. Suddenly, from the celling, from the darkness, pairs of yellow, killer eyes were slowly approaching Hargrs. Dozens of them swarming to him. "Arghhhhhh..." his scream faded through the cell... |