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Crow Hunter, The Lich King

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As I collapse to the ground and my blood rushes to surround my broken body I start to think, this is the end, I’ve lost. Now my insanity is gone, my mind cleared and my regret is free to punish me. My father won’t let me die, even after all that I’ve done to him and these lands. As I await the black empty abyss for my second greeting I stop - I’m still alive somehow but everything’s different, I feel different.

I collapse as if I’ve been standing for years when I should be lying dead on the ground. I look up from the frozen ground and see the ruins of a once great empire, now reduced to an icy wasteland with no life and no sign of my minions. I hear a slight groan coming from behind me so I turn as fast as my own body will allow, “My Lord, try not move much, your body is adjusting.” I hear. When I manage to get a good enough look, I see a skeleton without legs - and alive, with blue smoke coming off it, the eyes, although empty, appear to glow blue. “Who are you?” I ask as the words struggle to escape my lips, “Nyte Abaddon, the Lich, and your second in command” he replies as if he expects me to ask.

Suddenly I realise something - pain, a headache and pain spreading across my body. I notice my skin peeling off and my body slowly degrading. “What’s happening?” I ask Nyte in a desperate attempt to understand the pain, “My Lord, your body is too weak to hold your power - hold the seal on your arm.” he replies as I start to search for my seal. I see what appears to be a white mask on a shield with three arrows going through it; I pick it out of my gauntlet and hold it until the pain stops.

I notice what appears to be a throne made of ice, “How long was I asleep, Nyte?” I ask, expecting a short answer - however “Three thousand, seven hundred and forty one years, Sir” Nyte replies with not a look of worry on his face.

“How did it come to me spending over three thousand years in a block of ice, Nyte?” “My Lord, you were defeated by Lucifer, Dracula.” he replies with a cautious tone of voice - or what appears to be a voice. “Where are my minions?” I ask. “Scattered, Sir, most of them are located in the main city to the south of your stronghold.” “Summon Aenepi!” I demand “My Lord, is that wise? I know he is one of your greatest assets but we don’t want the Necromancers killed!” he asks, shocked that I would not send the Spirits but instead Spiders and Scarabs. “What did I say, Nyte?” “Your wish is my command, My Lord!” he exclaims in an annoyed tone.

Minutes after Nyte calls Aenepi, a rumble comes from the ground and the very mountain starts to shake as if the ground split open. A great chasm is torn asunder in the ground, a misshapen scar in the dead, frigid ground. It is if reality itself is being ripped apart, it seems to increase in cacophonous noise, that dreadful crunch and crack of rock being pulverized.
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MeredithCaine's avatar
It's interesting, Crow.
To say the least...
-Mere