06-25-2017, 01:30 PM
Illidan trudged behind the first two as the bars of trees and their mangled stumps passed him by. Inch by inch, foot by foot. This was proving to be a long day. They’d left the safe house after a small meal of scavenged human garbage and now the mighty Scourge of Darkshire was demeaned with defeat and now was stuck looking at the mutt’s sloppy feet as they padded over the trail. They went single file through the forest. Gildarts first, the newcomer who wore a name Illidan wasn’t willing to taint his tongue with, and Illidan himself.
Three's company. Of course, so was two when he thought about his twin brother and Tyrande. Together. Then the thought of her helped him escape. Her stunning fel features and glowing smooth skin appeared before his eyes. He had always admired her beauty, seen her every corner as perfection. Illidan let the memory engraved image of her sit there for a while, it had brought him solace in that dark prison, and here too, on the island that murder was deemed “fun.”
Dust’s pace was slowing and he looked like he was the youngest of the three, which meant his pace should be the fastest. That he should be pushed the hardest so as to train how to fight and win. Illidan was flung from the image of Tyrande and into the lycan’s back. His head was taller than the dark elf’s (at least in this form) and the sorcerer nearly got a mouthful of the man’s sable hair, which frankly smelt a lot like soaking wet dog.
The dark elf growled, careful to not let forth any words past his lips without strategy. Gildarts was right. There was power in numbers, especially when they’d lost their last fight by just a hair. Well, the mutt seemed to have plenty of it.
But it was Gildarts who had stopped first, extending his organic hand horizontally so as to not let either of those behind him pass.
“Illidan, what do you make of this?” Gildarts called out. Finally, the Betrayer rejoiced, Something useful to do.
There was a layer of radiating ectoplasmic goo across the pathway, spreading out for beyond miles. Illidan smiled, this wasn’t an elven relic, but it was close enough. The sorcerer pushed past Dust with a silent aura of triumph and stood by Gildarts’ side. Then he knelt down to get a closer look.
He wasn’t ready to stick his fingers in it just yet but from what he observed, it smelt somewhat like mineral and sulfur, it pulsed a faint glowing green, and it covered the next small small portion of land much like a famine of locusts. It was splattered along trees in unparticular patterns, some bits of bark glowed and the other bits appeared to look especially dull in comparison.
“It looks like a trail,” Dust identified, eyeing Illidan and careful not to step on his paws.
“Do you think it’s from… That thing?” Gildarts seemed even more curious. Illidan kept them waiting in suspense. The most important often gathered all avenues of information and spoke last.
There it was again. Gildarts mentioning something without a name. Dust was perplexed, but learned by loyally watching the two, as though sitting in the shadows and waiting for their secrets.
“It’s not magic in origin, however it does seem to have properties of it.” Illidan stood tall and spoke to Gildarts, Dust was there next to the mage and Illidan also informed the tag along reluctantly of his conclusion, “It is likely it did come from that creature, which is why you should have squashed it like a bug when you had the chance. However, there’s more to these forests than we know, and I can only say that the type of creature this came from would likely be a threat. Sulfur-infused plasma like this might burn flesh, but leave forest life and trees standing.”
The corner of Dust’s cheek turned upward into a half-smile. He’d been right, it was some sort of trail. And whatever it was, it either puked out that garbage or was colossal in size. Nothing he wanted to face. Hopefully the others would see it as a waste of time too. Illidan turned on a dime and started to walk parallel to the affected areas, leading their way around it. A wave of relief washed over Dust, because the two strong magic-wielders weren’t quite crazy enough to go and track this thing down. Then again, Dust was up for a challenge and instead of being very eager to against them, he was even more thrilled at the idea of battling by their side.
Three's company. Of course, so was two when he thought about his twin brother and Tyrande. Together. Then the thought of her helped him escape. Her stunning fel features and glowing smooth skin appeared before his eyes. He had always admired her beauty, seen her every corner as perfection. Illidan let the memory engraved image of her sit there for a while, it had brought him solace in that dark prison, and here too, on the island that murder was deemed “fun.”
Dust’s pace was slowing and he looked like he was the youngest of the three, which meant his pace should be the fastest. That he should be pushed the hardest so as to train how to fight and win. Illidan was flung from the image of Tyrande and into the lycan’s back. His head was taller than the dark elf’s (at least in this form) and the sorcerer nearly got a mouthful of the man’s sable hair, which frankly smelt a lot like soaking wet dog.
The dark elf growled, careful to not let forth any words past his lips without strategy. Gildarts was right. There was power in numbers, especially when they’d lost their last fight by just a hair. Well, the mutt seemed to have plenty of it.
But it was Gildarts who had stopped first, extending his organic hand horizontally so as to not let either of those behind him pass.
“Illidan, what do you make of this?” Gildarts called out. Finally, the Betrayer rejoiced, Something useful to do.
There was a layer of radiating ectoplasmic goo across the pathway, spreading out for beyond miles. Illidan smiled, this wasn’t an elven relic, but it was close enough. The sorcerer pushed past Dust with a silent aura of triumph and stood by Gildarts’ side. Then he knelt down to get a closer look.
He wasn’t ready to stick his fingers in it just yet but from what he observed, it smelt somewhat like mineral and sulfur, it pulsed a faint glowing green, and it covered the next small small portion of land much like a famine of locusts. It was splattered along trees in unparticular patterns, some bits of bark glowed and the other bits appeared to look especially dull in comparison.
“It looks like a trail,” Dust identified, eyeing Illidan and careful not to step on his paws.
“Do you think it’s from… That thing?” Gildarts seemed even more curious. Illidan kept them waiting in suspense. The most important often gathered all avenues of information and spoke last.
There it was again. Gildarts mentioning something without a name. Dust was perplexed, but learned by loyally watching the two, as though sitting in the shadows and waiting for their secrets.
“It’s not magic in origin, however it does seem to have properties of it.” Illidan stood tall and spoke to Gildarts, Dust was there next to the mage and Illidan also informed the tag along reluctantly of his conclusion, “It is likely it did come from that creature, which is why you should have squashed it like a bug when you had the chance. However, there’s more to these forests than we know, and I can only say that the type of creature this came from would likely be a threat. Sulfur-infused plasma like this might burn flesh, but leave forest life and trees standing.”
The corner of Dust’s cheek turned upward into a half-smile. He’d been right, it was some sort of trail. And whatever it was, it either puked out that garbage or was colossal in size. Nothing he wanted to face. Hopefully the others would see it as a waste of time too. Illidan turned on a dime and started to walk parallel to the affected areas, leading their way around it. A wave of relief washed over Dust, because the two strong magic-wielders weren’t quite crazy enough to go and track this thing down. Then again, Dust was up for a challenge and instead of being very eager to against them, he was even more thrilled at the idea of battling by their side.
Quote:Gillidan and Dust (neutral) are moving from B12 to E1
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