Post by Hellborne
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Page Nine if you missed it. Now, this is Page Ten: Hunt))
“Cazar, will everything be ok?” I asked slightly worried this time. Nobody would have yelled like that upstairs if it was not bad.
The male elf simply looked into my eyes and a light grin grew across his eyes. His lips were chapped. His eyes seemed to glimmer. Wait, no they could not they in darkness. “Of course, my lady,”
“Cazar, come here,” Another servant called for Cazar. It was Trefrei, a disturbed young man with great ambitions. How he became a servant was beyond me. Cazar gave another smirk to me then walked towards the rest of the servants. They were nice people, yet mommy and daddy did not want me to be near them usually. They said they were “lower” than us. They seem taller than me though so I do not know. Mommy and Daddy are very odd some times.
It seemed as if only me and Havin were normal. I mean he is always quiet but still he is great.
“My lady, can you come over here?” Cazar asked me from afar. I nodded with a big smile on my face. I skipped my way to the everyone. They all eyed me with a weird look. They looked like when they spot me stealing cookies from the cookie jar.
“My lady, we-” Cazar chocked up a little, but fought against it. “We are sorry,” He finished.
I was about to ask what for, yet one of the servants came at me with a the butcher knife raised high. I screamed and ran away as fast as my legs could take me. The servant was a klutz and slow. He would have killed himself with that knife if it was not for the fact he took some caution to catching me.
I ran upstairs to try and find Mommy. Where she was before, she was not. I ran from the kitchen to the dinning room. The plates and silverware were all over the place in a mess. The table was broken in half in the middle. I ran alongside the far wall of the room. The servant with the butcher’s knife came upstairs and began looking for me. I decided to hide underneath the broken table. I was about to duck underneath it when something caught my eye.
Mother was laying on the broken portion of the table in the most awkward angle possible. Her arms dangled off the sides, her legs and waist were raised on one part of the table, her body dipped in the broken part, and her head was raised on the other end of the table that stayed up. She seemed to be sleeping. I shook her shoulders quite violently, pleading for her to awake. Nothing could wake. I hit her chest, which only broke the table more.
“She’s dead, Kreel. And so will you,” The servant proclaimed as he brought down his large, bloody butcher’s knife on me...Kreel shot up from her make shift sleeping bag. Her heart pounded like a thousand horses galloping. She touched her face, then her legs to make sure she was still part of the living world. Her cold sweat made her feel dirty. Kreel slowly got up and stood in place for several seconds, recounting her recent dreams.
I get it. I am cursed. Fine, so be it. I am Kreel Highheart, I will not be troubled by some childish nightmares. The night was still very young, yet the young high elf could not go back to sleep. She merely paced around her companies camp. They had no time to build, and would then break, their tents. It had been only about ten hours since the battle at the Sepulcher. When Quinton decided to be a cocky selfish man once again, Kreel and Tefri quickly acted. To avoid any conflict with either the Scarlets or the Horde, the clever dwarf lass tossed a few smoke bombs, supplied by some goblin mercenaries, into the small valley. The pair jumped down quickly and avoided any an all fighting. Tefri, with her strong brute strength knocked out Quinton with a good smack. She then ordered Kreel to capture Lightheart. After slipping some certain pills, the elderly paladin soon fell into her arms.
He had a terrible smell. Like old cereal.The pair dragged the two unconscious fighters and got the hell out of the battle. The outcome was unknown to them. Kreel betted the Horde had some how placed a strong counter attack and won. Tefri believed the strong paladins of the Crusaders defeated the vile undead and their allies. Who knew.
“‘wake eh? Good, we be leavin’ soon,” The accented voice of Tefri killed the silence of the night. Kreel turned to see the faint outline of the short dwarf lady. Her features still obvious in the night.
“Why? Quinton needs his rest,” Kreel asked.
“Since did ye’ care for te’ boy?”
“Good point. What of Daellin?”
“Still knocked out. Of course a few ‘macks to da face will get em ‘ight up.”
“You do it. I can’t stand his stench,”
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Back in the Sepulcher, the outcome of the battle as a mere stalemate. Once the great leader Lightheart was kidnaped, Quinn and Maveryn ordered a full retreat back to their outpost in the region. The death toll was worse than either side expected. Bodies of once living and undead littered the ground. Namine and Victor some how managed to hide in the catacomb below the entire Forsaken base. When the battle was over, the pair came up, without much of their armor and down to their linen clothes. When asked why they were so stripped down, they said that they could fit in with the other dead bodies. A lie, nonetheless.
“So,
father escaped, eh?” Victor asked in a very calm tone to one of his high ranking officers.
“Yes sir,” The officer replied with a salute. Victor seemed to think for a moment. He then took his officer by the throat and lifted him into the air.
“You let him escape! How dare you! I wanted his head on a stake and sent to my humble room!” Victor roared. He gripped his hands very tight till the Forsaken’s spine snapped in two. Victor tossed the body onto the body pile, as if he had died in battle.
“
Another unnecessary casualty? The Banshee Queen can only have so many of her forces die before we run out,” Namine calmly reminded Victor.
The crazed Forsaken chuckled. “To hell with that Banshee. Namine, prepare the horses and carriages, we are going on a hunt,” Victor told her.
Puzzled, Namine asked, “What are we hunting?”
“The living,” Victor coldly remarked.
