Post by Anchorite Timeus on Apr 26, 2008 18:27:29 GMT -5
Dusk had descended upon the rolling hills of Hillsbrad. As it was early spring, the subtle sound of crickets, toads and other life could be heard emerging after a long winter. Unfortunately, life wasn’t the only thing emerging in Hillsbrad tonight.
Through the twilight, Timeus ran between the rows of apple trees in the orchard, on the heels of his target. Earlier in the evening, Timeus had arrived in Hillsbrad, to spread the teachings of the light as was usual for him. Upon his arrival, the townsfolk reported seeing glimpse of a corpse skulking in the shadows. Already, a woman had gone missing, causing the frightened townsfolk to barricade themselves within the walled compound of town hall. Timeus continued to run, until he realized, as the branches grew too thick, and the light too dim, his target disappeared in front of him. “I know you are here corpse, I smell you…” He whispered to himself, as he sniffed the air, pungent with the scent of rotting flesh.
He slowly stood up, and as quietly as his large Draenei body would allow, he moved in between the apple trees, looking around cautiously. He quietly made a left, then a right, and he froze in place. Not twenty feet away, was the undead he was looking for, a rogue, to be precise. A dagger on one rotting hip, a sword hanging off the other, its eyes glowing a dull yellow as it looked around its’ surroundings.
Timeus clenched his fists hard, closing his eyes, he began to pray for the Holy Fire he called upon numerous times before, to strike down and sear his enemy clean of the taint. As his hands quivered, light emanating from in between his clenched fingers as the spell nearly reaching it’s climax, he opened his eyes and saw corpse looking at him, giving Timeus a smirk only a rotting jaw could allow, the undead vanished before him. Exhausted, unable to complete his spell, Timeus fell to one knee. “By the light, the evil within these walking dead is most foul…” Timeus muttered as he got back on his feet.
At once, Timeus was hit on the back of his head, surprised by the amount of pain the blow inflicted, he staggered in place nearly falling to the ground. “Die…” Is all Timeus heard as the rogue hissed in his ear. “I have fought legions you have never witnessed corpse, I will not die like this. Not by your blade!” Timeus let out a terrifying roar, drowning the orchard with the sound, as he flooded the decaying brain of the rogue with images of horrors few on Azeroth can attest to have ever witnessed. In agony from the psychic assault, the rogue fled into the darkness, not to be seen for the rest of the night.
“Something more drastic must be done, to stop such attacks…” Timeus said with a sigh, as he got up and began walking back towards the cluster of farms.
To be Continued....
Through the twilight, Timeus ran between the rows of apple trees in the orchard, on the heels of his target. Earlier in the evening, Timeus had arrived in Hillsbrad, to spread the teachings of the light as was usual for him. Upon his arrival, the townsfolk reported seeing glimpse of a corpse skulking in the shadows. Already, a woman had gone missing, causing the frightened townsfolk to barricade themselves within the walled compound of town hall. Timeus continued to run, until he realized, as the branches grew too thick, and the light too dim, his target disappeared in front of him. “I know you are here corpse, I smell you…” He whispered to himself, as he sniffed the air, pungent with the scent of rotting flesh.
He slowly stood up, and as quietly as his large Draenei body would allow, he moved in between the apple trees, looking around cautiously. He quietly made a left, then a right, and he froze in place. Not twenty feet away, was the undead he was looking for, a rogue, to be precise. A dagger on one rotting hip, a sword hanging off the other, its eyes glowing a dull yellow as it looked around its’ surroundings.
Timeus clenched his fists hard, closing his eyes, he began to pray for the Holy Fire he called upon numerous times before, to strike down and sear his enemy clean of the taint. As his hands quivered, light emanating from in between his clenched fingers as the spell nearly reaching it’s climax, he opened his eyes and saw corpse looking at him, giving Timeus a smirk only a rotting jaw could allow, the undead vanished before him. Exhausted, unable to complete his spell, Timeus fell to one knee. “By the light, the evil within these walking dead is most foul…” Timeus muttered as he got back on his feet.
At once, Timeus was hit on the back of his head, surprised by the amount of pain the blow inflicted, he staggered in place nearly falling to the ground. “Die…” Is all Timeus heard as the rogue hissed in his ear. “I have fought legions you have never witnessed corpse, I will not die like this. Not by your blade!” Timeus let out a terrifying roar, drowning the orchard with the sound, as he flooded the decaying brain of the rogue with images of horrors few on Azeroth can attest to have ever witnessed. In agony from the psychic assault, the rogue fled into the darkness, not to be seen for the rest of the night.
“Something more drastic must be done, to stop such attacks…” Timeus said with a sigh, as he got up and began walking back towards the cluster of farms.
To be Continued....