Post by rakzuel on Aug 26, 2007 10:08:45 GMT -5
Damn how Gonrak hated this infernal rain!
It's not like he couldn’t be doing better things after all. He was a young up and coming goblin, and he deserved better than this!
"Watching this damn roost, surround by wet gryphons, and to top it all off IT'S RAINING!" Gonrak was raging, and he spit on the ground in contempt for these conditions. His only point of thanks was that it was almost dawn, and that was when his shift ended.
At this thought Gonrak smiled. "This isn't so bad after all", he thought. "It's not like anyone is even going to fly in at such an hour in such horrid weather, which means I wont have to feed and bed another gryphon!" However no sooner than Gonrak said this, he saw a speck on the horizon line.
"Now what in the nine hells is that?" mused Gonrak.
As the creature got closer, there was no mistaking the steady rhythmatic flap of the gryphon’s wings. To say Gonrak was furious would be a slight understatement. "Now I have to work as well!?!" he cried to no one save himself, because no one else actually gave a damn for Gonrak's whining.
Gonrak decided that he was not going to take this, and the he was going to make an example of the next person to land, who he could now tell was a human.
Right as the human came in for a landing Gonrak loosened his mace from his belt, and drew the weapon feeling its familiar weight in his hands. The rider had his back turned, and was untying his supplies from the gryphon, Gonrak figured he must have flown a long way, and that he might have some valuable merchandise on him, which in turn only caused his smile to broaden.
Gonrak cocked back his arm, and swung foreword at the mans lower spine, hoping to paralyze him in one blow, and just as the mace was about to make contact a large gold plate covered hand shot forth from the shadows and grabbed the goblins hand, engulfing both the mace, and most of the goblins forearm.
Gonrak looked up at who’s hand was engulfing and crushing his own. "Who the fuck do you think you are you ....." Gonrak never really finished his sentence, because he was far to busy soiling himself.
As said, he was a young goblin, and had never really seen life outside of Booty Bay, and hence, he had never had much time to spend with demons. Now however, he found himself face to face with a full grown Fel Guard. Upon making eye contact the Fel Guard gave a fierce battle cry that echoed off the nearby mountain walls. Gonrak had never seen so many teeth, neither had he seen so many teeth that were honed to a razors edge. The Fel Guard lifted the goblin into the air, and the goblins last thought was of his mother ..... strange how much he missed her.
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Rakzuel whistled a jaunty tune as his Fel Guard tore the goblin limb from limb. He felt no remorse at all for the goblin, because he knew the only reason Flaaghun would kill the goblin, is if the goblin had been planning on killing Rakzuel.
The last of his supplies untied and re-situated Rakzuel began to walk down a gangplank towards the inn. Rakzuel had always liked the inn of Booty Bay, mostly because it was shaped like a ship, but the rum might have had something to do with it as well. With Flaaghun now in tow behind him Rakzuel deposited his things in the room he had reserved for the night, and stepped back out onto the boardwalk of Booty Bay.
Several of the Booty Bay bruisers had found poor Gonrak, or what little was left of him. Rakzuel looked at the scene with a hint of a smile. He didn’t know where Flaaghun had gotten the nails, but the peeled of face of Gonrak nailed to the wall was a pleasant touch. One of the bruisers noticed Rakzuel and his demon, and alerted the others. It was obvious that Flaaghun was the murderer, due to the fact that he was still soaked in blood, but none of the bruisers seemed to want to be the first to try and apprehend the demon.
Rakzuel sighed and walked away from the bloody mess. He was here for a reason, and he knew he had to get it over with. Rakzuel always tried to put this off, but the time was now.
After finally leaving Booty Bay Rakzuel summoned his Xerothian Dreadsteed, and mounted up. “Flaaghun, I want you to remain at the inn and watch over my gear and supplies, I shall return within a few hours time.” The large demon simply turned and walked away, instantly obeying his master’s command. Rakzuel rode off into the jungle.
It was still dark as Rakzuel dismounted. He thanked his fiery steed for running in the rain like this, and the steed whinnied and left for dryer ground. Rakzuel knew that from here on out he was on foot anyways. As Rakzuel started to walk memories came back to him, hitting him hard. Memories of midnight rides through the great vastness of Desolace, of fighting through the troll infested ruins of Zul Farrak, of cold nights shared in Winterspring. Rakzuel sighed, and followed the well light trail to the peak of this mountain, he was close now.
Only a few more yards he thought.
As he exited the undergrowth to stand on a rocky outcropping overlooking the waters below. Rakzuel sighed a deep and sorrow filled sigh. He closed his eyes and tried to remember that day, and the memories came to him willingly.
She had looked beautiful, and though she hadn’t known it, he had all but sown every stitch of her dress. Her hair had been done up in a bun of some sorts, but he hadn’t been paying all that much attention. He best recalled her eyes. He didn’t think that he had ever seen such a rich brown in his life, neither had he ever seen eyes that held such depth, and such life.
Though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone ever, Rakzuel began to silently weep. By the aspects he missed her! It was well known that Rakzuel the warlock craved for power, in fact his desire for power was down right mythical, and he had strived his entire life to be the fastest and strongest of all the warlocks. But right there and then Rakzuel would have given all his money and all his power to simple hold her one last time.
A silent hour passed, and the sun began to creep over the horizon. It had been raining, and Rakzuel was soaked to the very core. As Rakzuel lifted his head and looked out over the horizon the rain stopped, and the sun crested over the horizon, lighting the entire sky with a hue of red and gold. The sky looked as if it had suddenly caught fire.
“I still love you Kayleen, and the gods know, I still think of you every single day”
With that said Rakzuel began to walk away, and just as he did the wind picked up, and for just a moment, he felt a presence next to him, and he caught the scent of her hair in the wind.
It's not like he couldn’t be doing better things after all. He was a young up and coming goblin, and he deserved better than this!
"Watching this damn roost, surround by wet gryphons, and to top it all off IT'S RAINING!" Gonrak was raging, and he spit on the ground in contempt for these conditions. His only point of thanks was that it was almost dawn, and that was when his shift ended.
At this thought Gonrak smiled. "This isn't so bad after all", he thought. "It's not like anyone is even going to fly in at such an hour in such horrid weather, which means I wont have to feed and bed another gryphon!" However no sooner than Gonrak said this, he saw a speck on the horizon line.
"Now what in the nine hells is that?" mused Gonrak.
As the creature got closer, there was no mistaking the steady rhythmatic flap of the gryphon’s wings. To say Gonrak was furious would be a slight understatement. "Now I have to work as well!?!" he cried to no one save himself, because no one else actually gave a damn for Gonrak's whining.
Gonrak decided that he was not going to take this, and the he was going to make an example of the next person to land, who he could now tell was a human.
Right as the human came in for a landing Gonrak loosened his mace from his belt, and drew the weapon feeling its familiar weight in his hands. The rider had his back turned, and was untying his supplies from the gryphon, Gonrak figured he must have flown a long way, and that he might have some valuable merchandise on him, which in turn only caused his smile to broaden.
Gonrak cocked back his arm, and swung foreword at the mans lower spine, hoping to paralyze him in one blow, and just as the mace was about to make contact a large gold plate covered hand shot forth from the shadows and grabbed the goblins hand, engulfing both the mace, and most of the goblins forearm.
Gonrak looked up at who’s hand was engulfing and crushing his own. "Who the fuck do you think you are you ....." Gonrak never really finished his sentence, because he was far to busy soiling himself.
As said, he was a young goblin, and had never really seen life outside of Booty Bay, and hence, he had never had much time to spend with demons. Now however, he found himself face to face with a full grown Fel Guard. Upon making eye contact the Fel Guard gave a fierce battle cry that echoed off the nearby mountain walls. Gonrak had never seen so many teeth, neither had he seen so many teeth that were honed to a razors edge. The Fel Guard lifted the goblin into the air, and the goblins last thought was of his mother ..... strange how much he missed her.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Rakzuel whistled a jaunty tune as his Fel Guard tore the goblin limb from limb. He felt no remorse at all for the goblin, because he knew the only reason Flaaghun would kill the goblin, is if the goblin had been planning on killing Rakzuel.
The last of his supplies untied and re-situated Rakzuel began to walk down a gangplank towards the inn. Rakzuel had always liked the inn of Booty Bay, mostly because it was shaped like a ship, but the rum might have had something to do with it as well. With Flaaghun now in tow behind him Rakzuel deposited his things in the room he had reserved for the night, and stepped back out onto the boardwalk of Booty Bay.
Several of the Booty Bay bruisers had found poor Gonrak, or what little was left of him. Rakzuel looked at the scene with a hint of a smile. He didn’t know where Flaaghun had gotten the nails, but the peeled of face of Gonrak nailed to the wall was a pleasant touch. One of the bruisers noticed Rakzuel and his demon, and alerted the others. It was obvious that Flaaghun was the murderer, due to the fact that he was still soaked in blood, but none of the bruisers seemed to want to be the first to try and apprehend the demon.
Rakzuel sighed and walked away from the bloody mess. He was here for a reason, and he knew he had to get it over with. Rakzuel always tried to put this off, but the time was now.
After finally leaving Booty Bay Rakzuel summoned his Xerothian Dreadsteed, and mounted up. “Flaaghun, I want you to remain at the inn and watch over my gear and supplies, I shall return within a few hours time.” The large demon simply turned and walked away, instantly obeying his master’s command. Rakzuel rode off into the jungle.
It was still dark as Rakzuel dismounted. He thanked his fiery steed for running in the rain like this, and the steed whinnied and left for dryer ground. Rakzuel knew that from here on out he was on foot anyways. As Rakzuel started to walk memories came back to him, hitting him hard. Memories of midnight rides through the great vastness of Desolace, of fighting through the troll infested ruins of Zul Farrak, of cold nights shared in Winterspring. Rakzuel sighed, and followed the well light trail to the peak of this mountain, he was close now.
Only a few more yards he thought.
As he exited the undergrowth to stand on a rocky outcropping overlooking the waters below. Rakzuel sighed a deep and sorrow filled sigh. He closed his eyes and tried to remember that day, and the memories came to him willingly.
She had looked beautiful, and though she hadn’t known it, he had all but sown every stitch of her dress. Her hair had been done up in a bun of some sorts, but he hadn’t been paying all that much attention. He best recalled her eyes. He didn’t think that he had ever seen such a rich brown in his life, neither had he ever seen eyes that held such depth, and such life.
Though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone ever, Rakzuel began to silently weep. By the aspects he missed her! It was well known that Rakzuel the warlock craved for power, in fact his desire for power was down right mythical, and he had strived his entire life to be the fastest and strongest of all the warlocks. But right there and then Rakzuel would have given all his money and all his power to simple hold her one last time.
A silent hour passed, and the sun began to creep over the horizon. It had been raining, and Rakzuel was soaked to the very core. As Rakzuel lifted his head and looked out over the horizon the rain stopped, and the sun crested over the horizon, lighting the entire sky with a hue of red and gold. The sky looked as if it had suddenly caught fire.
“I still love you Kayleen, and the gods know, I still think of you every single day”
With that said Rakzuel began to walk away, and just as he did the wind picked up, and for just a moment, he felt a presence next to him, and he caught the scent of her hair in the wind.