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Moi Memo's: I've the rest of the story in my head. And I'm going to update, like it or not… (evil smirk). This is simply a taste of what should be expected.
Prologue
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The pillars, all we know so well. Each stood for a little essence of Nosgoth. But that is not what this tale is about. The pillars are merely witness to what is to transpire. Amongst the lieutenants, only one was missing now. The most admired and envied out of all. Blessed with a tongue sharp enough to enrage anyone who is unfortunate enough to meet it's edge. But sweet enough to put shame into literary compositions for being so pathetic in comparison.
Each just beginning to grow into their less human forms. They needed a tactic this time, to outwit the humans who were plentiful at this time. A time when Nosgoth only had little to be afraid of. Although only a few years had passed since the corpses of their grandest heroes had become their loathed enemies. Their father and lord didn't want to forge on mindlessly. They had almost lost once, and he didn't want such a foreign idea to come to reality.
The idea that humans would actually win this fragile war. To say literally, between life and death.
The neutrality of his face easily masks the foolishness he felt garbed in a nobleman's clothes. He yearned for his armor and the cape that hung loosely at his side. But for this plan to emerge victorious he had to do this. His brothers had suggested no other options. Specifically, Turel had suggested it. And Kain had approved so willingly.
He halted in the center, and knelt in his natural grace that none in the world could dream facsimile. His face still in the stoic manner, as he finally let out a sigh. His master stood and smiled at him a contented smile. As he stood, his brothers held smirks in their faces. As his father went to him. He cupped his chin with a talon and grinned at his first born.
"Insure that you shall come back alone, Raziel…"
He knew what his father had implied by that, and so did everyone else. As they murmured to themselves. Kain nodded to Raziel, the high ranking lieutenant then bowed once more, and turned to leave. But before that, he eyed his brothers. Making them shift nervously. Turel quickly followed his brother. Patting him in the shoulder for a while. And still grinning at him. As he shook off the hand on his shoulder, he simply walked off.
Their had to be a better way to this…surely… There had to be
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