TheCastellan
Lord Zanros Hawklight
It had been a long time since Zanros had allowed himself to gain a new friend, the loss of his great friend, Axex the high radiant, had hit him hard, often his mind drifted back to that day, the day when a blow to his body had become a blow to his confidence, his spirit had been all but ripped out and he would never see him again, he had accepted that soon after that day.
Zanros found his mind ripped back to reality as a fireball skimmed his arm, darn those ghasts had good aim! with a quick look around he took stock of the situation, he could see the Protarans fighting back a horde of spiders, desperate to defend their home, another glance told him that one of them, he couldnt tell which from this distance, was struggling with a wounded side, the fletch of an arrow clearly visible on his black attire, he dearly wished that he could get over to help him, but he had hhis own problems, a second wave of undead had arrived, directed by some malignant will against them, with a roar he launched himself at the nearest zombie, severing his head with his axe, to his shame his sword had been ripped away from his grasp and he had to rely on his axe to keep him alive, and thus far it hadn't done too bad of a job.
A backhand swing opened the chest of a second zombie right before Zanros hefted him off of the ground with the tip of his boot, he knew the fiend would get back up but he had fresh trouble approaching, just as he was finishing off a third zombie, the ground opened behind him and the soldiers of hell, the despicable pigmen emerged, there was easily enough of them to trouble even the might of lord Legion, but nonetheless Zanros charged, biding the others time to regroup and perhaps mount an offence. He was stopped in is tracks by what he next saw...
Wandering robin had joined their quest to save Protaras, he may have been old but he certainly knew how to swing his sword!, around him lay the corpses of a full 10 zombies, and Robin had a look about him that he wanted to add more to the tally, unfortunately he never got the chance... Taking his advantage as robin was distracted by another zombie, a Pigman stepped forward and sliced his sword into Robin's unpretected flesh, he screamed in agony and crashed to one knee, but when it seemed like he would succumb, there was an almighty flash of light and Robin was no longer there.
Zanros turned his atentions back to the pigs, there were more now than when he last looked, "this is going to hurt" he thought then swung his axe down in a terrible arc, a pigman was sliced almost in twain, then Zanros was on the defensive, these were tough foes and he began losing ground, he soon found in a deep hole, backed up against a wall and no hope of getting out without a sword in his back, "this is it" Zanros thought and prepared for the inevitable when a roar and the sound of slaughter brought fresh vigour to the paladin, but it seemed that it wouldn't be needed, the pigs were dead, and in their slaughtered carcasses stood one lone man. "My name is Kytaf, and you need all the help you can get"
Together the two warriors fought their way back to their own lines, choking the ground with dead, upon arriving back Zanros took a tally of the dead and wounded, Azerath was shaking from a wound that had claimed one of his Wings, and next to him stood the Wizard Kai, holding in his arms the dead body of another wizard but one that Zanros couldn't recognize due to his hood. Kytaf fell down next to him and started spitting blood, Zanros tried to heal him, but found his powers ineffective "hmm... he must be a demon" thought Zanros as he picked him up and carried him into the tavern nearby.
"Thats one less warrior i can count on if this continues"
The skies darkened as the paladin walked away...
(Part two coming soon)
Zanros found his mind ripped back to reality as a fireball skimmed his arm, darn those ghasts had good aim! with a quick look around he took stock of the situation, he could see the Protarans fighting back a horde of spiders, desperate to defend their home, another glance told him that one of them, he couldnt tell which from this distance, was struggling with a wounded side, the fletch of an arrow clearly visible on his black attire, he dearly wished that he could get over to help him, but he had hhis own problems, a second wave of undead had arrived, directed by some malignant will against them, with a roar he launched himself at the nearest zombie, severing his head with his axe, to his shame his sword had been ripped away from his grasp and he had to rely on his axe to keep him alive, and thus far it hadn't done too bad of a job.
A backhand swing opened the chest of a second zombie right before Zanros hefted him off of the ground with the tip of his boot, he knew the fiend would get back up but he had fresh trouble approaching, just as he was finishing off a third zombie, the ground opened behind him and the soldiers of hell, the despicable pigmen emerged, there was easily enough of them to trouble even the might of lord Legion, but nonetheless Zanros charged, biding the others time to regroup and perhaps mount an offence. He was stopped in is tracks by what he next saw...
Wandering robin had joined their quest to save Protaras, he may have been old but he certainly knew how to swing his sword!, around him lay the corpses of a full 10 zombies, and Robin had a look about him that he wanted to add more to the tally, unfortunately he never got the chance... Taking his advantage as robin was distracted by another zombie, a Pigman stepped forward and sliced his sword into Robin's unpretected flesh, he screamed in agony and crashed to one knee, but when it seemed like he would succumb, there was an almighty flash of light and Robin was no longer there.
Zanros turned his atentions back to the pigs, there were more now than when he last looked, "this is going to hurt" he thought then swung his axe down in a terrible arc, a pigman was sliced almost in twain, then Zanros was on the defensive, these were tough foes and he began losing ground, he soon found in a deep hole, backed up against a wall and no hope of getting out without a sword in his back, "this is it" Zanros thought and prepared for the inevitable when a roar and the sound of slaughter brought fresh vigour to the paladin, but it seemed that it wouldn't be needed, the pigs were dead, and in their slaughtered carcasses stood one lone man. "My name is Kytaf, and you need all the help you can get"
Together the two warriors fought their way back to their own lines, choking the ground with dead, upon arriving back Zanros took a tally of the dead and wounded, Azerath was shaking from a wound that had claimed one of his Wings, and next to him stood the Wizard Kai, holding in his arms the dead body of another wizard but one that Zanros couldn't recognize due to his hood. Kytaf fell down next to him and started spitting blood, Zanros tried to heal him, but found his powers ineffective "hmm... he must be a demon" thought Zanros as he picked him up and carried him into the tavern nearby.
"Thats one less warrior i can count on if this continues"
The skies darkened as the paladin walked away...
(Part two coming soon)
