Day 3
As morning light shines through the world, the black forest hearts return to dust for new life, grazing at the warmth of the light.
→→→→Taken from the library of Elune shrine
As light returned to the world, Cynthia stared in awe at the slowly decaying wolf in front of her. She could see the blood oozing from its tears, the hole in its chest pours out black goo, as pustule pus ruptures from its fur. While all the demons around her burned in a fury of holy fire! As the wolf turned to dust with a hateful glare that all could see, Cynthia couldn't see it, for what she saw instead was the eyes of a regretful creature! And for a second before the dust claimed him, she saw just a sliver of an afterimage of the wolf not in its corrupt form but in the form that Mother Moon had given it. It's whispered the words [Thank you]
As the wolf dissipated with the blowing of the wind, Xavalis thought [What a pitiful creature! While at least it served its purpose, for I got to see something interesting as well as the look on that rabbit's face! Well, at least now I see why my father is so afraid of this child… the potential it has at clearing corruption is terrifying, however, it's a power that only knows how to destroy corruption and not really purify it, otherwise that wolf wouldn't have died that way… Now what to do? Kill it? Or use it against my brothers? I know my father ordered me to hunt it down, but…. NO! Father right! Having such a ticking time bomb could backfire on me… It's better to just get rid of it now.
As Xavalis finished his inner dialogue, he handed over the child in his arms over to Yoi and said [Anything happens to it, happens to you!] Yoi simply bow in acknowledgment. He then pulls out his weapon and begins walking toward Cynthia.
Cynthia, staring daggers at Xavalis, asked [why...why keep the girl?]
Xavalis responds with [why? Well, to corrupt, of course! Think about it! She has such a strong connection to Elune! Who better to influence the Emerald Dream than a priest of Elune herself? With her as the key,y the race to the throne will be opened!]
[Thorne?] Ask Cynthia perplexedly
[You don't need to know! You just need to die!] said Xavalis with much vile
As Xavalis raised his sword to cull the rabbit! A sudden bright white bubble appeared to surround her with holy threads and two beautiful white wings. Once fully in capsulated, Cynthia was pulled hard backwards into the hands of a priest!
The priest then said [ well... Hello there!] in a sexy voice.]
While rolling her eyes, Cynthia looked around to find that she was surrounded on all sides by many adventurers and military guard's men popping out of the shroud! Rejoicing in her mind, she wanted to shout, but being held in the arms of a human was already damaging her elf pride…
While she was enjoying being rescued, Xavalis, on the other hand, was inwardly furious! And to make his already sour mood worse, one of his servants said, [Sire, I think they saw the infernal you summoned!] Wasting no time, Xavalis removed his head! As fel-fire burned the headless corpse, Xavalis raised both his arms and shouted [You think you find yourself safe behind these pesky bugs!!! BEHOLD THE POWER OF THE LEGION AND THE NIGHTMARE COMBINED!!!]
As he finished his speech, two giant portals formed from four big green and blackish hands! As they tore open space like a bear tears flesh, as the space distorted, a loud screeching noise shook the world! And with it they came! In scores of unfathomable numbers, they came, from demons to nightmares, monstrosities!
As Xavalis' newfound army charges forward,d he said to servants in a tired voice [Listen! The portal won't remain open for long! So, within that time sneak yourself mist the chaos and kill that retracted child!]
Now, while his servants made themselves useful, he knelt and coughed out some blackish green goo! Then thought to himself [Damn! Summoning two portals of that size is costly! I lost the light in three of the six skulls on my belt! Father is not going to be happy about this, after all, it takes hundreds of souls just to make one! Well, as long as the child dies, he shouldn't complain…. Hopefully…]
But while he was kneeling with tired thoughts, his servant Yoi was looking at her master with complicated thoughts of her own.
As the countless demons charge, Marshal Marris yells:
[Warrior! Paladins of the light, to the front quickly! We must defend Redridge! Fellow guardsmen with me]!
Cynthia watches from the back, as the healer tends to her wounds, she watches on as demon and man clash in a fury of death! She witnesses felguards cut scores of weak men in twain, as seductive demons enthrall weaker men's minds, as imp jump to and foe laughing all the while, sending fire from their tiny hands.
Madness! That was what she thought! But that madness only increased when the doom guards came through the portal, for their hungering maul knew no rest! For every more they hunger for mortal souls!
While the legion gained ground, so too did the nightmare, for their pestilence dragons and their spotted plants spread disease! While their zombified animals charge at the flank!
While the hearts of men began to fail, a loud voice could be heard coming from the cliff not too far away! [LO'TAR OGAR]
[What now!] said Marshal Marris as he looked towards the cliff after removing his sword from the inside of a fel-hunter. He then said to himself [I can't believe it! You're here Tharil'zun!]
On top of the cliff, Tharil'zun yells, [The Blackrock clan will never be slaves to the legion! This land will be ours! Lok'tar Ogar! Wolf cavalier charge!]
As his wolf cavalier charges the nightmare flanking forces, he meets up with Marshal Marris amidst the chaos. Both sides failed to hide their hatred for one another as they stared daggers into each other's eyes, but now isn't the time to settle old scores, for if the legions win, there will be nothing for them in the end. Putting aside their differences, the marshal says [ I won't be thanking you for this, but…]
[Don't worry, I have no need for such words] said the orc, then continued after a pause, [but remember, after this day, we will have a claim to this land! Either by force or by…force!]
But while they were having their little spat… Cynthia was having problems of her own.