The War of the Shadow - Of Darkness and Light

[JainFarstrider]

The fade laughed as he approached his wounded prey, a sound not unlike the rustleing of dry leaves. A small smile formed on his lips as he watched her futile attempts of escape. Let her kill a few and think herself doing well, she would not escape him even if all his beasts fell. He was crossing the clearing towards her, easily stepping out of the path of a thrown blade. It was a pitiful attempt, she must be getting desperate now, reckless in her attacks to thwart her capture.

 

The sounds of an animal charging through underbrush turned his attention back towards the main camp. Catching sight of a man running towards him widened his smile, this man had been a thorn in the forsaken's paw, his head would make a good trophy to present the Great Lord with. Turning to face the man he drew his dark blade and waited for his approach. The sounds of fighting grew quiet behind him.

[Winterwinds]

As he ran all thoughts of anything else left his mind, he did not even know for why he was running, just that he had to get there.

 

He came to where he needed to be, and was faced by a creature that made his blood run as ice, but he could not remember the name for it, only that it was evil, and wolves hated it.

 

The thing drew its sword and beckoned him forth, perhaps to his death.

 

He raised his sword and sneered at the creature, thinking on how best to kill it.

 

Finding no alternitave, he simply charged.

 

Jon Valorwind

What am I thinking?

[Jehaine]

Scylla felt her pockets, suddenly VERY aware that she was running out of knives fast. They were meant for juggling, for the sleight of hand tricks of her trade, and as such combat hadn't been their intended purpose. Oh, they worked allright, but the amount she carried was horribly inefficient when at the frontlines where she was now.

 

And then the Myrddraal appeared.

 

There was no way she would ever forget that cloak, undisturbed by the wind as it hung from the creature's shoulders. There was no way the pang of cold fear she felt in that one brief moment could be of anything other than one of the regiment leaders of the Shadowspawn that had been a part of Aginor's forces. As soon as she recovered, she sent a dagger aimed right between its eyes, but it dodged it almost casually before turning on a newcomer. A newcomer whose sight almost scared her more than the Myrddraal ever could have.

 

No...

 

...Not him...

 

Jon was still weak from the wound, he still needed to recover. And he was about to face this... this... thing so that she could escape. Stumbling at first, she started running for the fighters, using the precious time the Fade wasn't looking at her to cut herself a path through the Trollocs before her knives ran out. She didn't stand a chance against it, she knew that, but if she could break free, then Jon wouldn't have a reason to fight it, and they could both return to the safety of their own forces!

 

Decisively NOT looking at the black cloaked Shadowspawn, hoping that the effects of its gaze would be less if she didn't make eye contact, she moved for the Trollocs next to it, thinning their numbers so she could hopefully slip through. For both their sakes...

 

 

Scylla

Trying to break up a fight

[JainFarstrider]

At this distance, he could not only feel her presence but some of her emotions as well. The most previlant one at the moment was concern. Which was only right given the situation in which she found herself. He ignored her as she moved closer behind him, she would be sorely mistaken if she thought to attack him. She would not be able to escape him now, there were more trollocs on their way and she could not flee now that her wings were cut. Setteling into his stance as the man charged, sword held behind him so the man could not judge his reach.

 

Suddenly hot anger flare as he connected her movements and feeling of concern, obvious to him now that the feeling was not for herself. Careful examination revealed something far stronger than concern which only stoked his anger. How could she have such feelings for a wild dog like this? She diserved someone better, a being that was powerful and admired her for what she had become.

 

A sickening smile formed on his lips, he would make this dog suffer. She would see it and know who was stronger, then her mind would be set right.

 

 

His thoughts were cut short as the man had closed the distance between them. The fade easily parried the man's feeble attempt at a strike, and his blade countered, arcing high to remove the head, but his strike was deflected. Another attack at he chest recieved the same result. This man must be almost the level of blade master. If he had been well and rested, the fade would be the one in trouble. Still, his weariness was obvious and he could feel the trace of shadow still coursing through him, he could not keep up this level of effort for long and when his strength failed, the fight would be over.

 

He blocked the fades attack, but failing to deflect it they remained on blades. He let out a crackeling whisper, "I can see that her feelings are shared. So know this, when I have finished with you, I will return her to have that beautiful gift of hers restored." Ending with a cackle, and pushing the man away he swirled his blade and lunged at him.

 

The fight continues...

[Winterwinds]

((Being the crazy fool I am, and having been...incredibly inactive on dragonmount for ages, I cannot believe this is still here, and cannot help but ask if anyone wants to pick it back up?))