“No, no, no, not again.”
Tink Tink
The duo helped support the gladiator and the silent Quel’dorei as they made their way out of the arena, heading towards the rear exit of Orgrimmar as advised by their Lieutenant, they could hear a multitude of noises coming from all around, the outcries of loyalty, forsaken despair and the ever present…
Tink Tink
A forsaken stood in their way, both of them could feel others approaching through the shadows and tensed, Kel’shara shook his head, “No, no, no, not again.” as he tried to grab something from the back of his belt, letting go of the gladiator who stumbled into the other Quel’dorei as Kel’shara pulled his gun out, tears had already started to form on his star freckled face as he placed the muzzle of the gun to his temple and pulled back the trigger.
Tink Tink
Raiyen slammed into his side, fighting to move the gun away from Kel’s head BANG. Just in time, the shot rang out and hit one of the forsaken instead, killing her instantly, this caused the shadows to erupt and the four of them were dragged into the Cleft of Shadows, then deeper into the caverns below Orgrimmar.
Tink Tink
The sound of flag poles hitting the metal walkways of Orgrimmar became quieter as they fought, Kel’shara erupted with Void and was lashing out at the Forsaken dragging him, screaming “NOT AGAIN! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME AGAIN!” Raiyen, a sheer force all on his own without the Void finally broke free of the forsaken that held him and charged at the ones holding Kel. Slamming into their side he ripped and yanked, pulled and shredded the forsaken holding him.
Kel’shara was dropped, Raiyen pulled him back to his feet and held onto him, grabbing the Quel’dorei who had fought their way out as well before readying a Rift, it was too late now to not be spotted or found by those who would do them harm, they had to get out. Now. The Rift started to form, the space in front of them tearing open before suddenly Raiyen gasped and it stopped.
Confused for just a moment, Kel’shara watched as Raiyen grasped at his own shoulder, it was only then that Kel noticed the head of the arrow that was jutting out of the skin. “No! Raiyen! I can’t get captured again! I won’t! We can’t! Please!” Kel’shara pleaded, the fear within him was causing the Void to ripple across his skin and lash out sporadically. “Go…. I’ll… slow them down…” Kel shifted, he wanted to, he wanted to run but he couldn’t leave Raiyen behind.
The moment of indecision was interrupted as Raiyen slumped forward, unconscious. “RAIYEN!” Kel screamed shaking his partner trying to get him to get back up, to wake up, to run. It was too late, his gun was gone, he couldn’t stop them taking him… or could he? They surrounded him and he noticed that the two Quel’dorei had also been shot and were unconscious on the floor. The arrows must have been laced with a tranquiliser of sorts. Void rippled across his form again as an arrow grazed his arm, a voice spoke to him within his mind; “Give into the power…” he nodded and let go.
What happened next he could not quite understand, it was as if everything in him was built just for this moment, his form changed and he became more monstrous, lashing out with Void and his own body that was now very much a weapon of its own making, those loyal to Sylvannas fell before him, he couldn’t keep count of how many succumbed to his Void. Then came the pain, he spun and grasped the forsaken by the neck, crushing it’s throat and watching as the yellow glow of their eyes died out.
Darkness started to form at the corners of his eyes, he tried to focus on the forsaken and noticed she had an arrow in hand, she had stabbed him with it. Stumbling slightly he roared out in anger, watching as the darkness crept over his vision and the forsaken swarmed.
Stirring awake, he felt groggy and dazed, his hands were bound and he was chained to a post in the middle of a room, the two Quel’dorei were chained up to one side and the circular platform had forsaken and goblins, one Sin’dorei also, were they all loyal to the banshee? His gaze focused, the forsaken were taking turns to hit and kick, stab and poke at whatever was their prey. The Sin’dorei and goblins stood off to one side, looks of horror upon their faces.
A coughing splutter of blood caused Kel’s anger to boil up again, Void rippled from his form as he realised that what the forsaken were using as their punching bag was Raiyen, who kept trying to get up. With laughter the forsaken dragged Raiyen to the post near Kel’shara noticing the effect it was having on the smaller elf. Yanking him by his hair to reveal his face to Kel, it was bloody and swollen, his eyebrow was split above a black eye and a swollen lip.
This caused Kel’shara to pull against his restraints in anger, the metal chains groaning against him. The forsaken continued to laugh but a disturbance in the distance caused them to pause. Noises of fighting were coming down the stone halls, it was distant but it was there. With a muttering amongst themselves the forsaken dragged Raiyen and bound him to the post as well, he was practically limp now but they enjoyed poking at him all the same, more for the reaction from the smaller elf than anything else.
Footfalls of those approaching echoes throughout the stone cavern, as they reached the top they stopped, being confronted with the sight of their fellow Legionaries and the two Quel’dorei, Barrowcliff’s gruff voice rang out; “Drop the weapons and surrender. Now!” he shifts muttering commands to the others, “Hawkins… take the left I will take the right, Knotley, you cover the exit. Seren, Bill you are both on ranged duty. Make sure no one attacks the Quel’dorei. Hazel, Tae you take the middle, secure our soldiers.” Turning back to the loyalists, Barrowcliff spoke loud enough for them to hear.
“Your Warchief has fled. The war is over.”
Hopefully see you all again soon.
