Lament
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,404
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Suicide mission
Eroth arrived at the gates of Stormwind. It had been a long trek. He was covered head to toe in a heavy cloak, hiding what he was from the world around him. He gazed into the city gates. The guards hadn’t realized what he was yet. He looked in, his eyes settling on the spot where the dragon had attacked him so long ago. Well out of the guard’s hearing, he summoned his fel guard. His fel guard gazed at him.
“This will be our last fight together, my friend.” Eroth said. “We will be defeated. Even your might is no match for their number. When I am dead, you are free.”
“Yes, master.” His fel guard said.
“Then let us go. Make no move until I tell you.” Eroth said.
“Yes master.”
They walked calmly into the city. He stopped at the spot where the dragon had killed him. He called upon his magic and sent a shadow bolt at a nearby hunter. The guards raised the battle cry. He sent off his fel guard. As he cast spells and watched former allies and friends swarm towards him, he sang softly to himself. His deep husky voice causing the song to sound strange but still beautiful.
“Anar’alah... Anar’alah... Belore...”
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The next episode is one it's way.
Has anyone figured out yet I'm an angst whore? I torture the characters I love.
“This will be our last fight together, my friend.” Eroth said. “We will be defeated. Even your might is no match for their number. When I am dead, you are free.”
“Yes, master.” His fel guard said.
“Then let us go. Make no move until I tell you.” Eroth said.
“Yes master.”
They walked calmly into the city. He stopped at the spot where the dragon had killed him. He called upon his magic and sent a shadow bolt at a nearby hunter. The guards raised the battle cry. He sent off his fel guard. As he cast spells and watched former allies and friends swarm towards him, he sang softly to himself. His deep husky voice causing the song to sound strange but still beautiful.
“Anar’alah... Anar’alah... Belore...”
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The next episode is one it's way.
Has anyone figured out yet I'm an angst whore? I torture the characters I love.