The Epic of Elynaso
Gold gilded doors shot open as the warrior marched into the mansion, his red and gold plate-armour scuffed and scorched with dirt and ash, his pale face bloodied and scratched, his glowing green eyes burning with rage
Gold gilded doors shot open as the warrior marched into the mansion, his red and gold plate-armour scuffed and scorched with dirt and ash, his pale face bloodied and scratched, his glowing green eyes burning with rage.
The foyer was covered in rubble. A once majestic chandelier, covered in silver plate and encrusted with diamonds, lay destroyed within the center, a butler crushed underneath. A great hole had opened up where the roof had once been, revealing the clear blue sky - and the shouts and screams of the battle outside.
The warrior's hands clenched, his Sin'dorei Warblade gripped tightly within his gauntlet, the undead slime of green blood dripping from it's blunted edge. A servent, his green eyes filled with fear, peeked out from behind the doorway leading into the kitchen on the right. When he saw it was another blood elf, like himself, he breathed a sigh of relief, walking out from behind the door to approach the bloodied warrior. "Thank the Sunwell, we have won!"
His mirth was short lived, however. The warrior's free hand shot out to clench the servent's throat, cutting off the circulation to his brain as well as the oxygen to his lungs as he was lifted off the ground, his legs kicking out beneath him as the warrior's voice boomed out, ehcoing off the ruined walls. "All is lost, you dog! Where is your damned master?!"
A horrible croak sounded from the servent's throat as his fists beat vainly against the gauntlet surrounding his neck, before he threw his right arm out, pointing vigourously to the stairs leading to the first floor, and a pair of shut doors above them.
The warrior threw the servent down and alighted the stairs instantly, his muddied boots leaving dirt-stained imprints on the lush carpet as he took the flight three stairs at a time, coming up to the landing and kicking the door open...
...To reveal a vast library, scrolls and books covering the walls from floor to ceiling, tables and chairs scattered across the floor. The room was immense in size, almost the size of a ballroom, and as the warrior stalked forward he could see a figure talking on the other end of the room.
"...What do you mean corrupted?! That wasn't part of the deal!!" The elf screamed into a cloud of green smoke, a demonic face looming out from within.
"Did you seriously think I would let you have the Sunwell once i was done decimating your people? Do you take me for a fool? Its power was much more suited to my intentions then yours."
"I gave you the numbers, the strategies, the paths - and this is how you repay me?!"
The demonic face sneered, yellowed fangs curling sharply from purple lips. "This is how i repay you. Enjoy the last few moments of your miserable life."
The man screamed out a bellow of rage, swiping out with his hand to dissapaite the cloud, the gaseous face billowing out to slowly vanish. The elf span on his heel, his eyes aflame with rage - before he saw the warrior.
The elf was dressed like a mage, red silk lined with golden gossimire. A wand, glowing with dark magic, was gripped tightly in his left hand. Dark hair, routinely brushed every night by servent-girls, cascaded down his shoulders like an inky wave, his pointed ears ruining the illusion of darkness framing his facem which was now twisting from utter indignant fury to complete surprise. "D-Draglion?!" He cried, taking a hesitant step back. "W-why are you here? Is the battle won?"
"It seems you already know the answer, Kilryan!!" Draglion screamed, stalking forward to upturn the table before him, the candlabar and the books surrounding it flying off as the wood splintered under it's own weight. "How long have you been in leauge with the Burning Legion?!"
Kilryan's surprise turned to simmering anger, a touch of what he had been feeling before. "You're nothing but a grunt, Draglion, a mere soldier! You have no idea what this power feels like!"
"Power?!" Draglion roared, his path causing him to smash his Warblade into another table, this one splitting straight down the middle, its contents tipping into the centre of the split before exploding outward as Draglion's boot sent the two halves of the table spinning away from each other. "You decimated our people, our city, our life - for power?!"
The warrior could no longer contain himself. He erupted from the spot, his muddied boots tearing the carpet up as he raced forward, his sword poised to spear deep into the mage's twisted heart - before Kilryan pointed his wand at him, the sudden burst of magical energy stopping his relentless charge and propelling him back through the air several meters, crashing into the floor and sliding across the carpet.
"The general of the Blood Elf army..." Kilryan scoffed as Draglion pushed himself doggedly to his feet. "...You're nothing but a joke. I knew this, and contacted the Burning Legion. I knew you'd fail to protect the Sunwell, and tried to save it for our people..."
"For yourself!!" Draglion roared, erupting from the spot once more, his gore-dripping sword held high - as Kilryan waved his hand to the left, the warrior suddenly flung through the air into the side of the room, slamming into a bookshelve and decimating it, dusty tomes and freshly-written scrolls alike raining down upon him as he hit the ground, becoming buried within the avalanche of knowledge.
Kilryan stepped forward slowly, his wand held high, pointed at the pile of books and scrolls - then jumped back in fright as the mound erupted, the plate-covered warrior leaping high into the air, his sword lifted above his head as he bore down upon the mage, swinging the sword down with all his might as the mage threw up his hands...
...And let them drop, letting out a small sigh of releif.
The blunt Warblade, it's dull edge nicked and worn, small cracks showing within the finish beneath the undead gore, hung rigid only mere centimeters from his face. Draglion also hung rigidly within the air, his face contorted into a powerful grimace, his teeth bared as his jaw grit with the sheer power of the swing - frozen solid, like he was encased within invisible ice.
Kilryan stepped back and began to walk around the frozen warrior, suspended within the air as if held by invisible string. The mage began to tug on his beard thoughtfully, his green eyes smoky with thought. "A brainless whirlwind of destruction you are...but you would not be here without reason. You beat back the Scourge, eventually...although judging by your messy appearance and numerous wounds, it took all you had. Indeed, all you had and more. And seeing the Sunwell decimated before you...the first thing in your mind would be to find a way to recover it."
Kilryan stepped under the dull blade to put his face mere inches from Draglion's, the warrior's green eyes burning with unquenchable fury. "...So you rode to the one mage who you'd think could get the job done. The one mage who was still alive, safe within his mansion, away from the frontlines."
The mage cocked his head to one side. "...Obviously you wouldn't have thought of this yourself. Someone would have voiced this, and you being you, decided to save the day and race off before any serious, edjucated discussion was voiced...too bad for you. If you had waited only a few more minutes, I would've been prepared to receive you." Kilryan stooped to step back out of Draglion's way, walking around him to the desk at the end of the room, where he had been standing before the warrior's dramatic entrance.
"Unfortunately, this presents me with a problem." He said as he dug through the piles of papers on the desk. "On the one hand, you are one of the leading generals of the army - so having your dead corpse within my halls would arise some rather penetrating questions about my own nature that I...simply cannot be bothered answering."
"But on the other hand, you saw something that has put me in a rather embarrising predicament...one that, if you divulged your information to your collegues, would most certainly pertain me to being killed very irrevocably."
He finally withdrew a scroll from the messiness, slowly unwinding it's binding as he sashayed back to the floating, immovable warrior. "It is a ghastly predicament, isn't it?" He asked Draglion, who could say nothing in reply. "Yes it is, yes it is..."
Unfurling the scroll, he looked over the words written within it's pages. "...Although you'll never remember this, i feel i must tell you - this is a very powerful, very potent spell, one of my own design, in fact. It is designed to completely and utterly obliterate a person from the world, its history, even from time itself - but not kill them. You see, everybody would remember a part of you if i just killed you and hid you away - and there is a slim chance that it might come back to me. So, instead of killing you, i'm just going to make everybody else forget about you - including yourself." He cleared his throat haughtily as he unfurled the scroll a little more. "Its all very complicated. You probably wouldn't understand."
Draglion's teeth began to grind as he felt his vocal chords loosen, his body beginning to feel the pull of gravity once more, millimeter by millimeter. "B..st..rd...i'l...k..ll...ou..."
Kilryan patted Draglion reassuringly on his shoulderplate, grimacing at the blood and sweat that got caked on his palm before rubbing it off on Draglion's cape. "Dont worry too much. I'll make sure you have a wonderful place here, in my mansion, serving me, night and day, without question. Probably for the rest of your immortal life, once i figure out a way to live without the Sunwell. Now then..."
Kilryan raised his hand and began to wave it, his fingers curling and uncurling, dark magic beginning to slowly seep out from within the palm, and as it began to envelope Draglion, Kilryan's melodious voice seeping into his ears as he began to sound the incantation, his one last thought was of finding a way to come back to murder this son-of-a-bitch...
The spell complete, Kilryan had what was left of his manservents remove Draglion's armour from his limp body, still suspended within the air. The manservents didn't question Kilryan, nor why a strange man had suddenly appeared out of nowhere within the room dressed in a general's armour - but they knew better then to think for themselves. Once the armour and sword were removed from the elf and placed neatly to one side, Kilryan dismissed them all, before letting Draglion fall to the floor with a thump.
From the window Kilryan was standing at, he could see down the long thoroughfare to the mighty gates of Silvermoon - and the trickles of men slowly beginning to return from the battle. What had once been an immense force was now reduced to no more then several hundred men, rag tag as they were. "A useless attempt...we should have simply folded over and surrendered...alas, such is life." He turned, his hands still clasped tightly to each other behind his back, and walked down to the naked elf lying on the floor before him. "And now to decide your life...hmmm..."
He crouched down beside the supine Draglion. He was a man of power, that much was for certain - although he wasn't as big as a Tauren or some of the Human warriors, he certainly held immense strength within those shoulders, chest and arms. His face, somewhat handsome, was still curled in a grimace from the spell. Kilryan brushed his hand through Draglion's sweat-soaked blond hair, much like a child pet a kitten. "...Perhaps a little drop of intelligence...a smatter of gullibility...tone down the anger, of course..."
As he spoke his hand stroking Draglion's hair glowed an incendecent green as he fixed the warrior's mind to his own liking. "And a name...nothing like the warrior Draglion Warrunner...perhaps something more elegant. Elegant...Elysano. Elysano Lightstrider. Yes. That will be a perfect name..."