Daily Writing Challenge
Day 5 - Sacrifice
The world was darkness and howls were wind as the sky was plunged into a new chaos. This was the end of the world as it had been foretold if they should fail in the face of the Twilight Hammer. And so they had failed, Coren bowed his mighty horned head and sighed deeply. He had high hopes for this world, but one must face the fact that they cannot all be saved. Evil must win as much as good should.
"Isthasy." A flat voice spoke behind the tauren but he dared not follow it, the guttural dragon language as much a reprimand as it was a request. "What are you orders?"
The simple request was like a sword blow to the gut, his hands gripping tightly to thick copper wrought staff. Intricate runes of bronze and iron careened about the hunk of ironwood as each shone brightly despite the blacked out sun above. It would fend off the shadow for a short time, but by then the sky would be a mishmash of black holes each streaming forth the hungry void as it came to this maelstrom of a world to consume the life of the planet. The feeling sat heavily on the guardian's shoulders despite this not being the first for him.
Coren let loose another heavy sigh, it had only been a few moments but he knew his grief could not control the now. Now was the time for action. Pulling himself straight again Coren would turn to face the armored men of his 'jimosiig', pale faces hidden behind heavy helm and mortal forms dressed in the armor of their patron. Grunting and clearing his throat, his rough voice would rise above the impending storm above. "Are the chosen addressed?"
"Aye, sia ith." The forward captain would reply, his eyes steady and refusing to look beyond the tauren as he stood before him. "The last of the Stonefist are through the portals and dispersed as planned in the event of..."
The man didn't need to finish his words as they all knew what had happened here. Coren only nodded in return as he reached forward to gently pat the mailed shoulder of the shorter mortal. "Indeed, then you and the others will return to the 'hrrac' and prepare for the sleep. I will close the last of the portals and seal the exit way."
"But, sia ith, you will be alone. You cannot possibly stand against this." Already his comrades would be trudging forward with hands at weapons, ancient blue glass axes and swords drawn and ready to face the end beside their commander. The tauren meant to say something further before the howling stopped and silence fell upon the world, the brown eyes of the guardian opening wide as he looked into the face of his men knowing full well what was happening now. "Divert your eyes! Divert them!"
To late already as some quickly cast glances aside, few others though were already dropping their weapons and scream as they wretched their helmets free to toss aside with a clank of metal and fill the silence with screams of the deep primal pit of creation. The screams of madness resounded as the soldiers would claw at their bare faces and rip at anything exposed in some hope of appeasing the fickle decisions of what was coming through the very portals above. Blood would gurgle from torn lips and metal would slap against hot sand as those caught in the snare of the eldritch needs of the invading forces bent to their will.
"What?" Came the shocked voice of the commander as he covered his eyes trying to look at Coren without peeking into the infinite madness above. Already the once silence would growing into a cacophony of insanity as if every poor wretch who looked into the maw above were screaming as one.
Coren grasped his staff and strode forward with heavy clopping hooves to swing with all his might into to the head of the first consumed mortal. The ironwood smashed into him like rotting fruit spilling the remains across the sand in a grisly display of rot, a back swing following to smash into the gibbering chest of another soldier. Viscera stained the wood and robes of the mighty tauren as he turned to those still sane. "Look away. Kill those among you lost. We do them mercy."
Blades hesitated as they looked among them before a few more cast glances into the sky and slowly began to topple over, their voices scrambling for apology or hope or for the very mercy spoken of before. The captain and his fellows obliged.
"Make for the chamber, quickly. I will seal it behind you." Coren called as their bloody work ended, now only a handful remaining as they made for the steps into the antechamber that would lead to the transfer tables. The captain was the last as he stalked to the steps last and looked back up to the tauren, his eyes a mixture of worry and regret. Coren laid his staff aside and embraced the man, his thick arms gentle despite their crushing strength as he felt the armored mortal do the same.
"Si mi bivai," the warrior murdered into the gore flecked robes of his lord.
"Tir ti krethel, gethrisj mrith itov vur jilinth," Coren replied as he gently rocked the metal garbed form before releasing him to the stairs. "They are in your charge, shadowjewel. Protect them at all costs. I will see you again, Arallan."
The warrior nodded softly as stepped back toward the stairs, looking to the tauren's kind face once as he removed his helmet so as to remember each other's faces. "Ini sia tiichi sia pliso." And then the red haired knight was gone.
Coren watched Arallan disappear into the depths for his new quest and charges. He had sworn to the one eyed swordsman he would protect them, and so they would be safe. Wearily a knee would taken as the sand crunched beneath his bulky form, two thick figures tracing into the sand a symbol of his timeless master to ignite the ritual. With the symbol finished, the same hand would grasp the handle of a stone knife. A quick slash to his empty palm and his own black blood would begin to fall, filling the symbols outline with his precious source. As it filled more would begin to take shape and draw the life to ignite the shifting symbols, his deep voice chanting the ancient names of the hidden. A final word spoken, there would be no more stairs or antechamber or even memory of this place.
Gripping the knife now in one hand, the tauren could feel his own mind emptying of what had transpired. Coren wanted to hold onto it, to remember it all, to not let these mortals or this world die for nothing. But it was too dangerous. Everything had to be cleared.
Rising to his full height, his brown eyes would blink once or twice as he stared about the sands and ruins of Tanaris. What was happening? Where were the forces? Why was he alone? Shifting his mighty bulk, Coren would gaze to the western horizon back toward the crater and beyond that to the wastes of Silithus. His gaze steady for a moment before following the edge of the mountains to the sky and the great gaping hole int he sky where from beyond the dark whispers of the night came to rest upon his world. Mouth agape as he stared, Coren felt a tug at his mind as jaw began to stretch wider and wider.
The stone knife plunged into his right eye. And then the left. He did not stop screaming.
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