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((As promised, this is for the one known as Neon. May the blessings of Neon be upon thee! Annnyways...Light's Eclipse Page Eight: It Began...))
“For the Light! For the Crusade! For Lordaeron!” Daellin rallied his men. The fairly sized assault force were gathered at the base of the mountains that guarded their target, the Sepulcher. The paladin could smell the disgusting smell of the Forsaken from there. He was on top a great white stallion. He was clad in his Scarlet armor, including his cloak and his red and white plate. Next to him on his left was the short Quinn, who rode on a black stallion, and to Daellin’s right was Maveryn who was on a white stallion as well. Unlike most of the Scarlets, Maveryn wore a plated red helmet with only openings for his eyes. He looked quite menacing.
“For Lordaeron! For the Crusade! For the Light! Thanks the Light!” Were some responses Daellin received from his men. The elder paladin grinned in glee.
“You shall be remembered for cleansing Silverpine, Lord Lightheart,” Quinn muttered to her superior.
“And one day, all of Lordaeron,” Daellin added. He turned back to the Crusaders. “Glory awaits us brothers and sisters!” Daellin called out as he turned his horse and began riding up the path into the Sepulcher. The mass of red and white followed with bravery with their commander.
Victor and Namine rushed around the Sepulcher to rally their warriors. They had created a choke point where the path came into the town itself, where the mountains were at their narrowest. Mostly composed of Forsaken, the defenders of the Horde outpost were finally gathered as the bellows of roars from the Scarlets could be heard.
“For the Queen!” Namine beckoned as she pulled out her two light metal swords.
“Blah blah blah,” Victor spat as he pulled out his long sword and dagger. They both glistened in the moon light. An odd sensation of calmness fell. Calm before the storm.
Suddenly clashes of blades were heard. The attacking Scarlets clashed with the defending Horde members. In that first moment a hand full of Forsaken fell along with a few crusaders. Victor screamed like a banshee and rushed headlong into the battle himself. He leapt over his own defenders and into the attackers. The first foe he met was a brave crusader man with a large mace. The mace was quickly brought down at Victor. The Forsaken rolled to his left and threw his dagger into the exposed neck of the human. The crusader fell to his knees choking on his own blood. Victor slashed the back of his neck with his sword and pulled out his dagger. Dead.
Namine herself had her own trouble. She was cornered by three crusaders, all armed with sword and shield.
“Oh this must be the end!” Namine pleaded then rolled her eyes. She jumped at the farthest to the left crusader. As expected, he raised his shield. Namine grasped the shield and held on. The other two crusaders charged at her exposed back. In one fluid motion, she ripped the shield from the crusader and slashed his chest then tossed the shield at the other two. One down, two to go. While they were still down, Namine sprinted to the down crusaders and brought both of her blades into the two Scarlets’ hearts as she looked down to the ground.
“Should we do anything?” Kreel asked her allies from their safe position high in the mountains.
Tefri shook her head, “Betta let dem kill each otha’ off,” She suggested, to which Quinton nodded his head in agreement. Kreel slowly turned her head back to the massive battle scene.
“Come vile beasts! This ends today!” Quinn taunted. In doing so, a heavily armored orc with a large double ended axe charged her. When the orc smashed into her, Quinn flipped backwards and landed on all fours. She took a crossbow that glowed golden. “You should not have done that,” She muttered.
“What will your puny arrow do to me?” The orc crackled.
Quinn’s ever present grin grew into a large and toothy smile. She raised her crossbow, prayed, and fired. The holy enchanted arrow found its mark, right inside the eye hole in the orc’s helmet. The orc staggered, then fell forward.
“That,” Quinn remarked.
Elsewhere, Maveryn and Daellin were trying their best to hold off a large force of Forsaken attackers. Daellin would launch one flying with the light, then another would appear. Maveryn would smash one’s head in and another would take its place. It never ended.
“To hell with this!” Daellin yelled. He ushered his holy energy into Light’s Breach. He felt it in him. Suddenly in a blink of an eye he Breached all around him. A large orb of light, about ten meters across shot from the blade. Every Forsaken near him cringed, then disintegrated into dust. Daellin noticed that Maveryn seemed to cringe in slight pain. Daellin called off the Breach, the light quickly going back to the blade. Another hairline fracture cracked in the blade, yet Daellin did not pay much notice.
“What was that?” Maveryn demanded.
“The Light,” Daellin replied simply.
The battle was still a stalemate, anyones game. The Forsaken was dealing several blows from Victor and Name alone while the Crusaders had Daellin slashing through anything.
“Commander! The Scarlet leader is laying waste to all of us! Help!” A low ranking Forsaken pleaded to Victor. The crazed Forsaken Victor grinned.
“Then I guess it is a job for Super Victor!” He exclaimed and rushed back to the frontlines. It was not long before the undead commander found who he assumed was the Scarlet leader. An old human man, fighting with the most peculiar sword and a fought with a determined look. Victor examined his sword and dagger to see if they were in shape to continue slaughtering in. They still glistened from the moon light and the still fresh blood of the living.
“Taste my blade, living!” Victor called out as he lunged towards his prey. In a fraction of a second his blade would pierce through the vulnerable human’s neck. However, the human heard his war cry and, using Victor’s momentum, pushed the attacker aside. After crashing into the ground, Victor quickly regained his footing and went into a full out sprint to the human commander. His dagger and blade met the human’s in a thunderous clash. The crazed Forsaken now had a chance to get a clear sight of this brave yet foolish human straight in the eye.
“Father!” Victor gasped.
Daellin slowly realized the identity of his attacker. His very own bastard, undead, son Victor. A wave of hatred grew inside the paladin‘s body. His hatred of anything undead included his son. A son he never knew nor cared for.
“I am not your father!” Daellin cried out as he pulled away from the stand still. He began to usher the light into Light’s Breach and charged at his son at top speed. Victor, however, merely jumped over his father. While mid air, he threw his dagger at the head of Daellin. The paladin blocked the dagger with his sword and went into a defensive stance, waiting for the next attack.
“Oh yes, that’s right. You were not there for me! Maybe I would still be alive right now if you were there. You know, thanks for letting me die!" Victor retorted. In one quick motion, the undead commander was quickly sprinting with his sword ready to end this human’s life. He brought it sideways, hopping to catch Daellin off guard. In doing so, the paladin easily side stepped away and shot a blast of holy energy at Victor. The crazed undead was caught offguard himself and was sent flying.
“From ashes to ashes, they all fell down!" Daellin called out as he plunged Light’s Breach, glowing gold from the amount of holy energy stored inside of it, in the ground. Cracks within the earth shot out in every direction. Each crack glowed with holy energy. When a Forsaken got close to one crack, it instantly ignited into flame. Victor cringed his eyes and leapt back a ways to get away from this odd ability. Namine came to his side, breathing deeply.
“Victor dear, do you have any ideas to help us?” She asked between breaths.
“None at all, dear,” Victor replied. The pair watched as Daellin Lightheart continued to kneel down with both hands on his sword’s hilt while cracks continued to shoot out and cause holy ruptures on the dead ground.
Meanwhile, the trio of Kreel, Quinton, and Tefri continued to watch the onslaught below them. While the father fought the son, Quinton observed their battle. He did not know that the human Scarlet commander was Lightheart himself. The rebel young man took a closer look at the raging Scarlet Commander, noticing how familiar he looked. He peered so hard that Kreel looked down at him worried he might fall from their high position.
“That’s Lightheart!” Quinton yelled. In truth, he had no idea if he was the fabled Daellin Lightheart or not. Nonetheless, he was the man in Southshore he spoke to. His hair was a dead giveaway. Quinton had a knack for remembering the slightest detail.
“No, it can’t be! He hated the Scarlets!” Kreel recounted the stories she was told when she joined the Dawn.
“Well he is obviously one of them now. I told him everything. I guess we have a reason to enter the battle and kill some reds, eh?” Quinton suggested.
The lady dwarf Tefri shook her head. “Quinton, we can’t. Dey’ outnumber us. And dem undead will try ta kill us too. Da’ odds are terrible,” She explained.
Quinton slowly nodded his head in agreement. “Never tell me the odds,” He, with some cockiness, stated. The young man then looked down to the battle scene, and with one final smirk to his companions, went into free fall down into the basin.
The young man landed with a
. Quickly he was already under attack from the vile Forsaken. Quinton, in one fluid motion, brought out his long sword and landed a nasty uppercut to a Forsaken. He observed the battle scene while staying alert for any other attackers. The Forsaken and Horde were slowing losing. It appeared that Daellin, or whoever he was, was slowly decimating the undead ranks by one ability. The truth in why Daellin wanted to come down here so bad was to just kill. Forsaken, Horde, Scarlet, it did not matter.
He decided a way to kill the powerful Daellin Lightheart. A head long attack while the old man was still in the midst of his ability. Quinton chuckled from his own intelligence. He rushed head long towards the paladin, slashing anything in his way. He noticed two Forsaken to themselves, starring at Daellin. He decided to spare them, for now. Quinton raised his large sword above his head and began to bring it down with every step he took. Five steps...four steps...three steps...two steps...one more....
With a loud yell, Quinton brought his sword of Daellin’s exposed head. A grin grew across the young man’s face. However, a more powerful force than him sent backwards awkwardly. Daellin Lightheart slowly pulled his sword from the ground. The holy spell that ruptured the ground ended. The elderly paladin slowly rose to his feet and looked towards his attacker. Whoever it was, he was strong. He slowly realized it was the boy at the chapel that asked him to rejoin the Dawn.
“What are you doing here, boy?” Lightheart asked without any worrying.
“I could ask you the same, old man,” Quinton retorted.
A matter of less than ten meters away, Namine and Victor watched on.
“What do you think is gunna happen, Victor?” Namine asked.
“Well, we are going to run like hell,” Victored replied, picked up Namine, and ran off a distance.
It seemed as if everything stopped. The Horde and Forsaken had stopped in their tracks to watch this, living, new comer. The Scarlet Crusade waited to see what their new and powerful commander would do.
A stand off ensured. Each pacing to their right in a circle. Each eyeing each other. One fought for the Holy Light, the other for the fun of it. Good thing Daellin was a Scarlet, that would give Quinton an excuse.
“You are Lightheart, right? I mean, the one the Argent Dawn was sooo interested in?” Quinton asked out of curiosity.
“They call me that. The Dawn is dead to me, however. Long live the Scarlet Crusade,” Daellin declared.
“Very well then,” Quinton stated and charged at the paladin. However he was blinded by a sudden explosion of fog.
“Kreel, get da otha’!” A heavy accented voice ordered. Quinton felt himself being dragged by some rough and tough hands. Voices of several dialects and accents scattered around Quinton’s head. He heard orc, human, and an odd language known to the Forsaken. Quinton was powerless to the might of whoever dragged him.
Quinton then felt a sudden blow to the head. Everything was getting more fuzzy. His vision was losing. He then blacked out.
Ash settled himself down. He whipped the sweat away from his forehead. His long red bangs were pushed aside. His company decided to pull off some of his armor and sat down on the sturdy wooden chair on the other side of Ash’s table. The two men locked eyes.
“We were so blind. To think, the most beloved man had another and we knew about it!” Ash roared, then calmed down. “We thought he died during the Plague. We took little thought of it. He was just a boy...” Ash trailed off.
“Go on,” The other insisted.
“My apologies Trenton, where was I?” Ash asked himself. “Ah yes, he was just a boy. He was cursed from the start and none of us thought he would prove much of himself. I guess the standard was set too high for him. I guess the curse has indeed come back to haunt us, and we can not do a damn thing about it,” Ash went on.
Trenton lowered his head and moved closer to Ash. “Who is it?” He asked in a stone cold tone.
“His name...is Darion Mograine,”
Needs more death knights!
All hail Hyper!
Carry on with the Eclipse!
Now someone, tell me the right order, okay?
I want more. More! MORE!
Needs more death knights!
Sorry to disappoint. May I suggest Morec's works, heh. That was one thing I wanted to avoid (and will go in depth in my upcoming documentary/commentary so heads up) In the short term, I wanted to move away from Wrath-ish stuff such as Death Knights. Though I will not say there will not be more...
All hail Hyper!
Carry on with the Eclipse!
I want more. More! MORE!
Oh trust me, there shall be more.
-So obviously Daellin has an unshakable faith in the Crusade. Have the promising words of Ash and the fact he help create the Crusade himself caught up with him? We shall see.
-So I ushered in my Alucard and worked some battle magic. I liked how it turned out, not sure how my readers took it. Writting for battle sequences for Namine and Quinn were fun in my opinion.
-The son fights the father. A principle that goes far back in history. Seeing as Daellin has no love for his undead bastard son, he has no excuse to kill him. After all, he was undead.
-Ah Quinton. Always ready for some heated battle. It should be noted that he had no idea that the man in the chapel (Daellin) was actaully the man the Dawn wanted. So when he spotted him, he received and excuse to be able to kill him. Plus him being Scarlet and all it would be a win for the Dawn.
-So we have learned the name of the other Scarlet in the meeting far off in who knows where. First we discovered one was Ash, now we have Trenton. From the little we saw of him, I hope you are already drawing some assumptions about him.
-Holygodofallthatisholy! Darion Mograine? Freakin Darion Mograine! The second born of the legendary Ashbringer and brother to the Scarlet Crusade Commander? What could this mean? Ash seemed to be upset about him so that has to meen something. May I suggest looking up his life during this time (vanillia wow)?
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