Chapter 4
The crossing into the High Elf kingdom happened easily enough, at first. The 'Abominations' were first created during this time. Rather mindless and poor sighted creatures, but incredibly strong, and able to withstand a lot of abuse. This power to fuse together several bodies into a new monstrosity was given as a special present to the most capable necromancers. Wayne being high on the list for the mental voice's praises.
Our coming to Quel'Thalas came as no suprise, but the lack of inital resistence seemed odd to the more intelligent Scourge. As the forests became defiled under spreading blight and the trees were being felled under the rampaging meatwagons, no Elves were seen. Unlike the Scourge, the Elves employed tactics early.
Wayne marched near the front of a unit of ghouls. His line of sight was able to see a long horizontal row of mounted soldiers, along with the man with long white hair. Their step and pace remained steady as the sun lifted over the tops of the trees. The sounds of the birds' song put a strain on their dimished hearing.
It was not until a woman's voice rang out which caused the mounted soldiers to halt, that Wayne opened his eyes to pay attention. The voice spoke clearly, strongly and full of rage. But for all the sentiments of the feminate voice gave, Wayne could not hear, his brainwaves began drilling an immeasurable pain which flowed throughout his head. He smashed his hands to his cranial temple as the familar voice screamed frantically of the notions of killing and death. The desire to tear out the beating heart of every living thing he came across was an unbearable need. A bottomless pit that could never be satisfied.
The woman's voice was quickly matched by the horseman with the long white hair. Wayne finally located the source of feminate sound, booming in the distance of a high bluff. His long distance eyesight was terrible, especially with the Elven woman's back to the sun. But he could clearly see a long row of Elves flocking to her left and right side.
Talking was cheap in this situation, and a reprieve as the voice and blurred thoughts prevented him from hearing anything clearly. A cold laugh echoed from the white haired horseman as he raised a long icy blade and signaled forward. The ground shook with intensity as the undead tore through the forest. Enchanted Elven arrows already recking havoc throughout their ranks.
Wayne was compelled forward in the charge, however, his speed was lacking compared to many beasts and ghouls. Nevertheless, he ran towards them as quickly as he could, not wishing to die, not even thinking about dying, only wishing to kill and fill the need. The targeting by the Elves was very accurate, as many were hit in vital areas, and almost none of their arrows touched the ground without something attached to it. Again, Wayne was struck by the resilence of the Abominations, as one in front of him slowly struggled forward, grunting and roaring, with too many arrows to count scattered about its body.
The arrow barrage soon ended as the Elves were nearly reached, as they turned and retreated back into the rising sun. Wayne stopped and stood, extremely dissapointed at not having a chance to kill. Then he moved forward to the dying Abomination who now supported itself on its hands and knees, wincing and grunting in extreme pain. Red blood, green goo and yellow pus all eminating from the countless arrows protruding outwards. As the Abomination slowly tilted its head upwards to look at him, Wayne wordlessly unsheathed his enchanted dagger and drove it deep into the brain of the creature. Pulling it out only moments after its full force shook the ground with its collapse. Then Wayne began working the incantation to raise it again, of course with the assistance of the fallen Scourge all around him. The Abomination arose rejuvenated, and sauntered off with seemingly no memory of what had happened.
All throughout those early morning hours, Wayne and many other necromancers worked raising all of the fallen Scourge. Each rose again, cursed and mindless, to stream forward to the frontlines. Those who were too fractured and damaged to be effective were stacked into piles to form new Abominations. Until all that remained of the field of death caused by the Elven barrage was a few bones and a spreading blight.
End of Chapter 4
