It had been far too long since the old Scourge Knight had set foot onto new lands. Not to conquer nor destroy; but to recruit, oddly enough. Their numbers were dwindling and the New Lich King was doing naught to assist in rebuilding them. The new Horsemen that remained at Acherus plotting and planning were more often than not considering their tactics but refused to acknowledge the true problem that lay before them;Â
âWhat is an army with no soldiers to command?â He grumbled to himself as he walked the street of a run down town in the KulâTiras province. Horde or Alliance, he cared not which, but he would find those willing, or dead, to join the ranks of Acherus Scourge. His memories of finding and turning his dread-sister Calimira, flood into the forefront of his consciousness.. how he single-handedly razed her entire platoonâs encampment on the southern shores of Northrend back in the times when the Death Knights were an unknown and unpredictable enemy- with neither faction knowing how to fight against them. How he relinquished all 24 corpses to the Abominations and Screechers to make new Scourge or for Abomination parts; while he took only one soul, still living, to turn into a Scourge himself. Whether she accepted it or not, he would sire the only being in that encampment that stood against him honorably and survived.
It just finished raining not long ago- as the Knightâs boots rapped against the cobblestone road. He wore a simple leather jerkin beneath a loose shirt, leather pants and heavy boots. His signature silver hair pulled back into a messy half ponytail. His eyes, though blue with steam, would retain their golden hue until provoked to hostility.Â
His steps carried him ever closer to the emptied port, or so he thought to be empty. As he came closer he found himself semi-surrounded from the front to the behind-right side by Highwaymen. The leader by obvious peacocking stature; wore a red captainâs long-coat with a shaved head- though he wore a bandana wrapped around his cranium and a scar across his eye which blinded the ocular.
âCute.â He said aloud. âI urge you to move on, gentlemen.â He offered in perfect common. âWith all happening, Nazjatar and now the invasions- Iâm sure thereâs more productive things you could be doing than petty thievery.â
âWe âave survived decades by grace oâ tha sea, Elf. Anâ now thâsea too dangerous to bother fishinâ or travel. All because oâya mangy Horde and Alliance whoresons! But, ya bring plenty âcoin so gotta make a livinâ somâhow, roight?â
Thalumascus sighed, leaning his head to one side and popping his neck loudly- like the sound of a cracking glacier. â..you do not want this fight, human.âÂ
âGetâem boys! Looks like âe gots plenty on em. Whores and drinks on me tonight!â And with that signal the six moved in on the single elf from all sides.Â
Even as skilled as he was; he wasnât stupid enough to let himself get surrounded and crowded. With no armor whatsoever it would spell out a death warrant for the Knight. He began with a jump backwards towards the only opening they provided- his back left. The first encroached on him, and with a back step followed by a half turn to his left dodged the first two strikes that came from his sword. The elf grabbed his wrist and with half a second worthâs focus he froze half of his forearm and twisted- breaking the hand completely off from the wrist and relinquishing the sword as the skinny male fell to his side while screaming and clutching at his missing appendage.
Now armed, though not with his rune-weapons, he turned to glance the next three who approached. The weapon was light, and low quality. But would perform its function as the next enemies came forward. Flipping the weapon to reverse grip for the defensive benefits and control.Â
The first attack was horizontal, which he dodged with a simple lean back. The next came from a stab to his ribs; which was parried to the side and leaving an opening which the Death Knight took advantage of and stabbed through the thigh of the assailant- grabbing his sword hand and arm to parry the final strike incoming from the left before a kick to the gut would stun him long enough to remove the blade from the thigh of his enemy and bringing the retracting tipâs edge across his chest and throat. Bleed out would take only a minute or two. He turned finally to the first attacker once more, raising his sword as another stab came in only to remove the arm of the attacking party, who also fell over screaming at the results he had been gifted.
Finally the leader stepped down, cursing and charging at the Elf as the last of the team watched with anticipation of their desired victory. A single wide sweeping block through his broadsword off target and retracting his arm swiftly after the block brought his weapon across his torso and hip- which brought him to his knees.Â
Looking at the remaining brigands, he gripped the sword by the broad near the crossguard and impaled their leader through the mouth and out the back of his neck. Their eyes all widened and silence overtook them before wrenching his blade from their leadersâ head, cleaning his head practically in two. When his eyes raised to them once more; their blue flames and steam began emitting into the air and he stepped towards them, which they responded to with an attempt to run away- which was foiled with a single cast of Icy Chains enchantment. They were all stuck and at his mercy..
He summoned a portal to Acherus, and a few ghouls stepped through and began gathering the corpses before a few Scourge grunts began walking towards the frozen in place enemies.
â..I warned you.â He said dryly to the frozen-teared prisoners. âNo tears, such a waste of good suffering.â
