12-20-2016, 09:06 AM
"Oh my, what have we here." A voice echoed throughout the darkness. "I was told that I'd see many different creatures under the banner of Lord Illidan. I suppose I expected fewer of them to be post-mortem." A bored voice echoed through the air, accompanied by chittering, screeching, and low growls.
Sarah tapped her hand against her leg, the noise making a soft tap as she cocked her head at the creatures arranged before her. An Array of rather... interesting creatures stood before her. A zombie that looked like it had seen far better days (or an altogether awful life), a skeleton that, paradoxically, seemed to have a frame burly enough to give Jim a run for his money in an arm wrestling competition, and a creature arrayed in purple tattoos...
Sarah knew this was worth studying, and not just because of the fact that this one matched the description she was given of lord Illidan. Kerrigan could see in every movement and errant twitch that this was a warrior on edge - but even from the slightest movements of his eyes, this was a practiced warrior. Sarah knew as soon as she saw this one that he knew the ways of warfare - at least, in some fashion. Perhaps this assault might actually work out in her favor.
"That would make you Lord Illidan Stormrage, then?" Sarah asked, her usual charismatic snark gone. "We appear to have a mutual interest... and, since you have the means, I'm only too glad to lend my aid." the infested terran stated with a smile, producing a short bow. "I am Sarah Kerrigan, the queen of blades. My friends..." Sarah stated with a far more characteristic smirk, looking back to see the small train she'd brought with her.
She could still recall the agony, those few days she first came here, of controlling even a single drone, starting a hatchery, finding enough poor fools to convert into omnilium, to then convert into zerg Bio-mass. Even now, the psionic strain of controlling just a few of the creatures that had once numbered in the billions was difficult....
But Sarah had managed to find a way, and behind her, a pair of hydralisks slithered forward, their drooling teeth snapping open and closed randomly, as they flanked Sarah on either side of her body. Behind her, an array of chittering noises clamored as though creating a mock announcement of their queen, as a Quintet of zerglings appeared behind the hydralisks, dog-like creatures with carapace and red eyes and all too many limbs falling in line behind Sarah with unerring efficiency.
even behind those creatures, several less set, more gangly creatures awkwardly walked forward, their steps strong and fast, but lacking all precision and grace. The pale moors had delivered unto her a laughably high amount of unaware travellers, despite the dangers hidden in the fog, and Sarah counted her blessings - six of them, to be exact - shuffling forward behind the rest of her forces.
"My friends names aren't important. But their ability to rip apart Darkshire's little tin soldiers..." Kerrigan smirked, letting the sentence finish itself. "Inform me of our role in your plan, Lord Illidan. We're only too eager to acquiesce."
Sarah tapped her hand against her leg, the noise making a soft tap as she cocked her head at the creatures arranged before her. An Array of rather... interesting creatures stood before her. A zombie that looked like it had seen far better days (or an altogether awful life), a skeleton that, paradoxically, seemed to have a frame burly enough to give Jim a run for his money in an arm wrestling competition, and a creature arrayed in purple tattoos...
Sarah knew this was worth studying, and not just because of the fact that this one matched the description she was given of lord Illidan. Kerrigan could see in every movement and errant twitch that this was a warrior on edge - but even from the slightest movements of his eyes, this was a practiced warrior. Sarah knew as soon as she saw this one that he knew the ways of warfare - at least, in some fashion. Perhaps this assault might actually work out in her favor.
"That would make you Lord Illidan Stormrage, then?" Sarah asked, her usual charismatic snark gone. "We appear to have a mutual interest... and, since you have the means, I'm only too glad to lend my aid." the infested terran stated with a smile, producing a short bow. "I am Sarah Kerrigan, the queen of blades. My friends..." Sarah stated with a far more characteristic smirk, looking back to see the small train she'd brought with her.
She could still recall the agony, those few days she first came here, of controlling even a single drone, starting a hatchery, finding enough poor fools to convert into omnilium, to then convert into zerg Bio-mass. Even now, the psionic strain of controlling just a few of the creatures that had once numbered in the billions was difficult....
But Sarah had managed to find a way, and behind her, a pair of hydralisks slithered forward, their drooling teeth snapping open and closed randomly, as they flanked Sarah on either side of her body. Behind her, an array of chittering noises clamored as though creating a mock announcement of their queen, as a Quintet of zerglings appeared behind the hydralisks, dog-like creatures with carapace and red eyes and all too many limbs falling in line behind Sarah with unerring efficiency.
even behind those creatures, several less set, more gangly creatures awkwardly walked forward, their steps strong and fast, but lacking all precision and grace. The pale moors had delivered unto her a laughably high amount of unaware travellers, despite the dangers hidden in the fog, and Sarah counted her blessings - six of them, to be exact - shuffling forward behind the rest of her forces.
"My friends names aren't important. But their ability to rip apart Darkshire's little tin soldiers..." Kerrigan smirked, letting the sentence finish itself. "Inform me of our role in your plan, Lord Illidan. We're only too eager to acquiesce."