09-17-2013, 03:47 PM
"So break it to me simply, before my dog attacks. You guys want us to pick a side or something? And what if we don't? What if we split and slaughter you all from the inside? Can we eat babies? Do you know Teemo? Who has the chimichangas?"
Raze could only snicker at the jokes, though he didn't catch either of them. Deadpool reminded him of an old comrade. The warrior, however, still had his own objectives.
"Where is Lord Enroshia? Arith? Gromsor? Inirtias? Ashlon", Questioned the red and black armored warrior.
The orc took a long sigh, ignoring the masked man and answered, "Only you came through here. No one else by those names have."
Raze stood still for a moment before taking in a deep long breath. He let it exit slowly while retracting the blades of his gauntlet. "How should I trust you? Why shouldn't I kill you both right now?"
Thrall looked Raze into his eyes, "Because you are weaker then you were? You can feel it, can you not?"
Raze blinked for a moment as he realized the truth in the green warriors words. Something felt different, certainly,
"You addressed a man as Lord Enroshia..." Thrall started
"Are you even worthy enough to speak his name? This still doesn't make any fucking sense. I shouldn't be here. I should be bathing in the blood of the Kracken Guard. The odor of their dead rotting bodies should bee seeping through every place it could find upon me, to linger and allow me to reminiscence in ecstasy of the looks on their faces when they realizes that it was me, stood before them." A wicked grin spread across the face of the bald man as he thought back to the battlefields,
"Are you having a wet dream while you are awake?" Deadpool could only bend his neck slightly as he stared on at his comrade.
Thrall paused for a moment, "You are a prime. Omni chose you. You interest him-"
Raze lowered him self, tucking his body towards his knees and grabbed at his head. "Where are they? Where are my friends?"
"I'm here Skinhead."
Raze nearly formed his body into a makeshift ball as he tucked himself together. It all made some sense, but the rest was painful. It was as if he had to forget memories he didn't want to. it was near agonizing. He was Raze Destruction, named for the aftermath he left in his wake; One of the few warriors that people couldn't understand as to why Enroshia had let them into his ranks. He was that one of a kind. The Lythian's wouldn't have deserted him. He was one of them. Enroshia had sent full armies after him, just to try and ensure that the rebel fighter would come back in one piece. Or at least in enough pieces to patch him up for the next bout.
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The words of the past echoed in his mind. Enroshia, an elvish warrior with long white hair, had turned to him, "Raze, I really need you once again. I need you and Arith to take your men to the Northeast and do what you two do best. Massive amounts of troops have been spotted up that way. Arith and his Storm Runners are the fastest in the land, and you have never failed to create havoc on the battlefield."
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"I did", Raze shouted before he looked around and realized where he was again.
"You are having an episode. Your mind wants to block your old memories but your soul wont let you." Thrall always seemed to have answers.
Raze looked around, lost again, Deadpool stared at him for a moment, cocking his head once more then looking towards the two he stated, "We go with where ever he upchucks!"
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"I really like your style Skinhead. Screw those bone heads and lets go this way." Deadpool looked up towards the sky for a moment then and then turned back to his companion, "But if we run into flying monkeys, we wont be friends anymore. I really hate those things."
Raze could only snicker at the jokes, though he didn't catch either of them. Deadpool reminded him of an old comrade. The warrior, however, still had his own objectives.
"Where is Lord Enroshia? Arith? Gromsor? Inirtias? Ashlon", Questioned the red and black armored warrior.
The orc took a long sigh, ignoring the masked man and answered, "Only you came through here. No one else by those names have."
Raze stood still for a moment before taking in a deep long breath. He let it exit slowly while retracting the blades of his gauntlet. "How should I trust you? Why shouldn't I kill you both right now?"
Thrall looked Raze into his eyes, "Because you are weaker then you were? You can feel it, can you not?"
Raze blinked for a moment as he realized the truth in the green warriors words. Something felt different, certainly,
"You addressed a man as Lord Enroshia..." Thrall started
"Are you even worthy enough to speak his name? This still doesn't make any fucking sense. I shouldn't be here. I should be bathing in the blood of the Kracken Guard. The odor of their dead rotting bodies should bee seeping through every place it could find upon me, to linger and allow me to reminiscence in ecstasy of the looks on their faces when they realizes that it was me, stood before them." A wicked grin spread across the face of the bald man as he thought back to the battlefields,
"Are you having a wet dream while you are awake?" Deadpool could only bend his neck slightly as he stared on at his comrade.
Thrall paused for a moment, "You are a prime. Omni chose you. You interest him-"
Raze lowered him self, tucking his body towards his knees and grabbed at his head. "Where are they? Where are my friends?"
"I'm here Skinhead."
Raze nearly formed his body into a makeshift ball as he tucked himself together. It all made some sense, but the rest was painful. It was as if he had to forget memories he didn't want to. it was near agonizing. He was Raze Destruction, named for the aftermath he left in his wake; One of the few warriors that people couldn't understand as to why Enroshia had let them into his ranks. He was that one of a kind. The Lythian's wouldn't have deserted him. He was one of them. Enroshia had sent full armies after him, just to try and ensure that the rebel fighter would come back in one piece. Or at least in enough pieces to patch him up for the next bout.
-----
The words of the past echoed in his mind. Enroshia, an elvish warrior with long white hair, had turned to him, "Raze, I really need you once again. I need you and Arith to take your men to the Northeast and do what you two do best. Massive amounts of troops have been spotted up that way. Arith and his Storm Runners are the fastest in the land, and you have never failed to create havoc on the battlefield."
--------
"I did", Raze shouted before he looked around and realized where he was again.
"You are having an episode. Your mind wants to block your old memories but your soul wont let you." Thrall always seemed to have answers.
Raze looked around, lost again, Deadpool stared at him for a moment, cocking his head once more then looking towards the two he stated, "We go with where ever he upchucks!"
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"I really like your style Skinhead. Screw those bone heads and lets go this way." Deadpool looked up towards the sky for a moment then and then turned back to his companion, "But if we run into flying monkeys, we wont be friends anymore. I really hate those things."