Post by Maldorin on Apr 4, 2007 22:42:27 GMT -1
Dead, those were the words in his mind, he had slain one of his own Brothers, his blood covered his Armour, his skin, everything. Dead, the words raced through his mind every second. Nara'zen had claimed it was her fault, that she had given to the order to execute the 'Warlock' but no, he was the one who carried it out, he was the one who severed the head, and he was the one with Blood on his hands, literally.
Valdori looked at his tabard, a gift of Velen like most tabards of those who joined the Hand, blood covered that too, he looked at it for minuites before ripping it off and throwing it into the lake that seperated Duskwood and Elwynn forest. Valdori looked behind him, there lay Stormwind, a grand city he thought but no, murders didn't deserve to stay in such a place, death was not good enough for him, death was the thing he wanted most now.
Crossing the Bridge Between Redridge and Duskwood, the blood still dripped off. His eyes were focused sorely on the ground, and still the word ushered in his head, dead, dead, dead. A lone wolf ran towards the road, at first it seemed as if it was going to attack him but no, soon it was tearing apart the flesh of a Rabbit, more blood splattered on Valdori, it seemed to never stop.
Soon he reached the Swamp of Sorrows, the border between it and the Badlands where they layed the dark portal, where he intended to meet his fate, death, torture, he didn't care. Voices spoke in his head, soon they grew louder and more numerous, eventually becoming so much Valdori collapsed to the floor trying to shun them out of his head. Facing a tree practicly covered in shadow Valdori saw two red eyes, the voice spoke softly but with a sinster tone before out of the shadows came a black skinned Hand...
((PS: i am no good at writing stories, trust me i am crap at writing anything good))
Valdori looked at his tabard, a gift of Velen like most tabards of those who joined the Hand, blood covered that too, he looked at it for minuites before ripping it off and throwing it into the lake that seperated Duskwood and Elwynn forest. Valdori looked behind him, there lay Stormwind, a grand city he thought but no, murders didn't deserve to stay in such a place, death was not good enough for him, death was the thing he wanted most now.
Crossing the Bridge Between Redridge and Duskwood, the blood still dripped off. His eyes were focused sorely on the ground, and still the word ushered in his head, dead, dead, dead. A lone wolf ran towards the road, at first it seemed as if it was going to attack him but no, soon it was tearing apart the flesh of a Rabbit, more blood splattered on Valdori, it seemed to never stop.
Soon he reached the Swamp of Sorrows, the border between it and the Badlands where they layed the dark portal, where he intended to meet his fate, death, torture, he didn't care. Voices spoke in his head, soon they grew louder and more numerous, eventually becoming so much Valdori collapsed to the floor trying to shun them out of his head. Facing a tree practicly covered in shadow Valdori saw two red eyes, the voice spoke softly but with a sinster tone before out of the shadows came a black skinned Hand...
((PS: i am no good at writing stories, trust me i am crap at writing anything good))
