Light's Eclipse Page Fourteen

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((It's alive! Here we go again with Page Fourteen: The Blood was Spilled))

The dreaded monastery loomed ahead. The mass of Scarlet Crusaders escorted their prisoners, the most unfortunate trio of Kreel, Tefri, and Quinton. It had been two days since they were captured by the army of Ash and Trenton and the various other Scarlet captains that were hellbent on rescuing Daellin from the clutches of his captors. And obviously they were successful.

There was no sounds of voices from anyone. Only the monotonous sound of marching feet and the heavy breathes of the worried living that at any second they could be attacked from the undead and meet a gruesome fate. Many prayed, many more looked at the large Scarlet Monastery ahead for comfort.

Tefri leaned with her shackles holding her dwarven arms together to Quinton. His head was kept low as his gaze was kept on the dead ground. “What now?” She asked very hushed. The young human man returned with a simple look of disappointment. It was amazing he even moved his face towards the dwarf lass.

“I...I do no know. If I could I would kill each and every one of these idiots!” He increased his volume of the statement. He was rewarded with a painful prod from one of the escorts. “This would not have happened if you had let me kill the old fool,” He added in a hushed tone/

“You know very well we needed him alive!” Tefri returned back, but was hit in the back of the head by her escort. She rubbed her head. Behind the pair, the young high elf Kreel seemed to walk very slowly, even with encouragement by her escort. She raised her head to her fellows.

“Guys, stop arguing. I do not like it when you guys fight...” She stated. For being the most arrogant elf these two had ever seen, this was odd from her. Perhaps the situation had something to do with it, but still.

The large mass of crimson red and the three prisoners finally arrived at the gates of the Monastery. The sheer size of the gates alone were intimidating. It seemed to span on for meters upon meters. With more prodding and “encouragement,” the escorts pushed the prisoners inside the monastery proper.

The large crimson pillars were massive, the looming chandeliers above, the doors to other sections of the monastery were blood stain. This was no safe haven, this was hell in paradise. This was where the fanaticism and racism of the Scarlets were bred and inspired! Tefri scoffed at it all.

“Take them to the Chamber of Atonement! I want them to suffer as long as I have,” Daellin ordered the Scarlets. Trenton and Ash seem to keep their gaze on the old man, basking in his power and authority.

“Understood, my lord,” Ash replied. “You heard the man! Take them to Vishas’s domain!”

Kreel gulped, Tefri seemed to shake in her boots, and Quinton remained silent and motionless. This did not sound good to any of them. Some showed this sense of fear more than others. Yet their fear was overshadowed by the manic laughter from the Crusaders. It was haunting, and made a rip at the flesh.

The trio was then pushed harshly to a large door. It had a large key hole. One of the Scarlets pulled out a crimson key and unlocked the door. With another push, the trio were inside what the Scarlets liked to call the Chamber of Atonement. Cries and screams of the dying, and already dead, pierced the previous silence. Kreel looked around her as skeletons dangled from hooks in the ceiling or were laying down in hanging cages. On what seemed like stretchers from hell, the barely living and Forsaken were being pulled apart, ripping their stomachs’ apart. Gruesome could not describe it. Manic laughters of Scarlets were the worst. Quinton could deal with the death and torture, but the crazed and fanatic laughter made put him off.

The dwarven lass seemed to cringe at the sights of agony and pain. Even if the unfortunate victim was a Forsaken, the abominations of life itself, she still felt some sympathy for them. Oh who was she kidding, they had no emotions left to sympathize for. The empty sockets where their eyes once belong showed no pain, their still and cracked blood did not pour, it did not matter. It would all be over, again, for them.

No, for the trio it was the sights of the living that scared them. Kreel spotted a high elf like herself, a much older male, lashed with a whip against his exposed back. Tefri noticed a dwarf lady slowly cut with a bloodied knife at random parts of her short body. The crimson blood slowly oozed down her side, and splattered on the ground. And finally Quinton glared at a human, like all of the Scarlets and himself, who was slowly being torn in two by some complicated machine that slowly pulled the man apart. His cries fell on deaf ears.

“Move on!” The escorts ordered as he pushed Quinton. The young man fell face forward and splashed into a pool of fresh and warm blood. His face was decorated with what would seem like red paint, but far more terrifying than simple paint. He slowly rose to his knees and swiped the blood from his face. Blood marks were stained into his pigments, and to all of his might, he could not get the rest out.

To the escort, Quinton must have been taking a lifetime. This was evident by the quick and crushing kick to the young man’s exposed back. A painful crack added to the noise of screams as Quinton fell back into the puddle of blood he just go off. The muscular man felt so much pain in his spine that he knew very well he could not get up. He cringed his face tightly, and held his back, as if it would remedy the pain. Above him, the guard laughed. Tefri ran to the boys side, but failed due to her escort holding her back. His large arms out powered the short lass. She looked on from afar with a single tear fall down as the young man tried to move and fail in agony.

Kreel knew better. She stood in place with her head down and gaze on her rugged leather boots that covered her feet. Was she numb to it all, or was she in too much shock to care? Either way, she was not going to do anything soon. The young and defenseless high elf was prodded by her burly escort with the blunt side of his spear. She did nothing, not even move an itch. As everyone else watch Quinton fail to try to move, Kreel’s escort grumbled and pushed her on to the dungeon.

From the shadows of one of the bloodied and evil machines came a short and hooded figure, clapping his hands together in quick succession. His red gloves seemed to only increase the volume of the clap. “Well done guards! You have already broken the boy down!” Visha manically proclaimed. “Now allow me to add my own personal touch,” He added. The head interrogator made sure his leather boot was clean before he kicked with tremendous force to Quinton’s exposed stomach. Another crack from the young man’s body could be heard. This did not stop the crazed interrogator. He brought his boot to his belly again. And again. And again.

“Why don’t you just cry! Why don’t you beg for mercy!” Visha roared as he increased the pain as much as possible. Below him, Quinton’s eyes seem to stare off into the distance. They turned a pale white. He clenched his fists tightly. His torn leather clothes were ripped to shreds and blood seeped out. Crack after crack, Tefri flinched with every attack.

“Cry like a baby!” Visha demanded.

“Never!” A bloodied cry of defiance returned.

This pissed Visha off badly. He walked away from the blood mess on the ground. He went to a closet that laid on the wall. When he opened it, his eyes went straight to the bottom. He pulled out a pair of metal boots. He took off his leather boots and placed these menacing metal boots around her feet. When Visha returned to the mess, an evil smile grew across his face.

“Very well then,” He stated simply. One leg reeled back, and with all of Visha’s might, brought it to Quinton’s stomach. A faint grown of pain came from the victim’s mouth. For a moment, time froze. Another crack echoed through the chamber, this time more louder than any before. Quinton’s once defiant face fell straight to the ground.

The young man’s body laid motionless.

Tefri let out a scream. Visha cracked his fingers. All of the other Scarlets clapped in approval. One came up to the mad man and asked, “Were we not suppose to interrogate him?”

Visha slowly turned to the Crusader, “We did, he had nothing to say.” He said with a wink. “Take the body to the graveyard and take that dwarf to the dungeon! I guess the elf was already taken, eh?” He paused for a second as he surveyed the room, and continued, “Nobody touch the elf, I can have loads of fun with her. Maybe she is into whips...” He bursted into laughter.

Three escorts took the leaping and sobbing Tefri down to the dungeon depths where Kreel was taken to earlier. The elf sat on the metal bench without a sound. When Tefri was placed in her cell across the hall, she did not bother to look. Her gaze was kept on the ground. When the call bars were closed and locked, Tefri stood up and nearly jumped at the bars.

“Kreel! Kreel are ye’ ok?” She asked. She received no response. The dwarven lass’s mind went to Quinton.

“Too soon...he didn’t deserve dat...Light help us...” She prayed as she mourned her lose.

...

A meeting was occurring between Ash, Trenton and Daellin. Quinn and Maveryn were called back to their post in the Silverpine Forest. The three sat down in a small circle table. They were all enjoying a few rounds of ale and the rescue of Daellin.

“Oh my good Lightheart, I am so pleased that you were able to be rescued. I mean, our plans would surely crumble without you,” Ash proclaimed. He then looked to his peer Trenton as he went into a coughing fit.

“Excuse me,” Trenton excused himself from the table and left the room. Ash seemed to watch his ally leave with a grin.

“We must discuss our ultimate goal, Daellin. All of the commanders you have dealed with, Trenton, Quinn, Maveryn and I see the future of the Scarlets, and it is not under the Crusade banner,” Ash began.

Daellin leaned forward, eager to hear with Ash has to say. Already he was worried, this did not sound good to him.

“And we hope we can recruit Mograine to our plan, which is why we are here and not back at our post in Silverpine. But I am getting ahead of myself. Daellin, in a nutshell, I am here to start a new organization, a new order, better than all before! The Crusade is blind and fanatical in their goals, and it is time for a change of power. This is why I am up starting the Scarlet Eclipse, a new and grander order!” Ash exclaimed as he explained.

Daellin seemed overwhelmed with all of this. He asked, “And why are you telling me this?”

Ash smirked and answered, “Easy, you are one of the last pure paladins of the Silver Hand who has the right minds to be with the Scarlets. Granted, the Crusade is just idiotic. And when we materialize this dream, you Daellin will be the leader; the High Crimson,”

Daellin seemed to fall back in his chair. He slowly took a drink of his ale and let this all set in. Was he really in this position, to flip sides again? From the Silver Hand to the Crusade to the Argent Dawn then back to the Crusade and then help form this Eclipse? Crazy. Yet, was it crazy enough to work. Anyone not a crazed Scarlet could see they were accomplishing little. They were blind to strength, power, and leadership. He could give the leadership they deserve, the leadership he had always craved.

“When does this Eclipse begin?” He finally asked.

Ash nodded, “First, when we explain to Renault and he joins our plan, and when the last thorn of my existence is plucked from my side: the death of Darion Mograine,” He proclaimed.

Daellin now seemed beyond overwhelmed. He had believed, like many others, that Darion was already dead. And besides, why would his death means so much to Ash? This was truly a lot more than Daellin expected this to be.

“Assuming the younger Mograine is alive, why do you want him to die? Would he not be an ally of ours to have?” Daellin asked.

Ash chuckled, “Oh, I will tell you...”

...

A few miles away from the Monastery stood a lone figure. At its side was a large sword, a blade like no other. It had a sickly green aura around it. Floating around the curved portion of the blade was a metal skull. Green runes glowed in the night sky.

“Why the Monastery, father?” The figure asked. It was none other than Darion himself.

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Post by Monday

I liked it, however it was veritably riddled with typos.

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Post by Behelich

Not a moment too soon.

Also, /summon Dalvengyr

Post by Hellborne

On my phone as of now, tomorrow I will go into more detail and read light's new page.

@fund, thanks for the heads up as I know you are more sophisticated than I. I just keep going if I don't see a red line in the document heh.

@light, the summaries should help, and knowing what happened in Revenge helps. I suppose the multi character perspective can get confusing.

@alu, will have to google that.

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thanks for the heads up as I know you are more sophisticated than I

I'm sophisticated as hell. I often employ that trope, in writing and RL.

I just keep going if I don't see a red line in the document heh.

I do that as well ;) Proofreading is a great thing, even if I neglect to do it >.>

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Post by Hellborne

Author’s Notes

-God dammit Hell! You killed the angry, silent, and always pissed off character! Why! I like playing god, heh.

-So the Scarlet Eclipse has been revealed. Picture it like this, take the original Scarlets I have made; Ash, Trenton, Quinn and Maveryn and have them defect from the Crusade to make their own organization. Now, Ash wants Renault Mograine and Daellin to join their ranks. Daellin seems on board, yet what of Mograine? They are in his domain now, after all.

-Cue cliff hanger ending from Ash who is going to finally reveal why he wants Darion dead as dead can be!

-And guess who is fresh off killing his undead father, taking the greatest weapon of Lordaeron, and is a few miles from the Monastery. Oh yes, Darion.

-Next few pages will be pivotal in the overall arc. I can give you some hints now to keep your attention, because I roll like that.

I plan on having a certain event in a certain comic play out...

Alliances are rarely kept for long...

Keep an eye on your friends, and trust your enemies...

The ultimate fate of the Scarlet Crusade shall soon play out...

Light's Eclipse Page Fourteen

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