Infiltration of Silvermoon - Consequences (Part V)
(Continued from HERE)
The guard’s battle-shout was cut short by the loud sound of the gunshot. It was as if he had hit a wall as the bullet pierced him between the eyes and his momentum pushed him back, he fell motionless instantly dead. The bang definitely brought the ruckus as heads peeped out doors and windows to see what was going on. Then the sounds of dozens of boots hitting the ground could be heard in the distance. Sure enough, right where the court met the Row, several dozen guards had taken up position and were hustling towards the fight.
Aman'thil lifted his gaze to take in that scene and grunted in frustration. He worked quickly then, bringing his sword to work and decapitating the guard at his feet. He then reached into his pocket and pulled several furry dead rats. He stuffed them all into the guard’s mouth and lifted the head up with his hand. It was then that he saw him and inhaled sharply.
At the rear of the approaching guard was Allasticus, his armor bore the insignia of his house, his gleaming pauldrons illuminated brightly as his dark cloak billowed in the wind. The warrior and the servant locked stares. Amanthil's initial reaction was replaced with defiance as he lifted the head up with his hand, letting the mouth-stuffed piece of flesh be seen clearly.
Allasticus shot the man a glare and gave a sharp signal with his right hand. The guards' numbers were then bolstered by the elite. Two dozen of them were bounding fiercely and more quickly the Silvermoons finest and all were charging right for Amanthil. The elf dropped the head and bounced backward, turning heel and sprinting toward the flea. "We need to get out of here!” he yelled at the undead.
Aman’thil didn't savour this moment as his eyes met Allasticus once more. The Warrior was clearly sprinting towards him and then... he stopped. His eyes flicked towards another figure that was quickly becoming cut off from the group: Sarinna.
Mora laughed in a nervous chaotic sort of way and picked off a few more guards who had gotten too close to her, pulling out their souls and passing them on as calling for the felhounds who started to leap from the shadows and attack those who would try to cut down the Ratz. She was sure she had gotten the guards she was asked to get by now, but now, too many were pouring in and everyone seemed way too scattered.
"Fuuckkk" she hummed as she started to dance around The Flea while making sure no one attacked him. Her hands pulled forth fel fire, but she waited until all the inner circle would get close to the Flea. The smell of sulfur permeated the air around them as her skin on her hands burned with the flame. It would stick and burn quickly once she started to spread it, so she waited for them. "Fuck fuck fuckin fuck.”
Aman'thil sprinted back towards the throng. The heat from the fel-fire caused him to suck in his breath as it was momentarily snapped away by the fire. "Light..." he muttered as he beheld the inflamed undead. A number of guards that began to clash with the Rats were growing. Sword and spear met flesh were the guards began to dispatch the group one by one. The numbers of Rats was still high and still, they swarmed and picked apart each guard that they could. He noticed the nearest guard battling it out with two of them, his spear swiping left and right to keep his attackers at bay. Aman'thil seized the opportunity, pulled the man’s head back and slit this throat.
The Flea heard Aman’thil, but he knew better than leaving without Sarinna. “Where is she?” Teriaan noticed the row of guards and recognized Allasticus as he ran toward Aman’thil, hoping to help him if he needed it.
Teriaan turned to the Flea, “Let’s go!” He turned and noticed Mora in flames.
“Where is she?!” Flea scowled. He saw Mora and was startled by her. “Dahlia?”
The fel fire stung Mora’s hands. It burned and she held them away from her body as it lit up the darkness of her eyes, and the undead woman seemed to be ignoring all the sounds from the world as her lips moved to keep the fire at bay, to promise it more if it would only leave her body alone. The felhounds had started to attack draining and pulling in what they could as their savage guttural growls and howls kept the inner circle safer than the rest.
Sarinna ran through the streets back, drawing her daggers and attacking any city guards trying to stop her. She noticed the row of Elites in the distance and how close they were to the group. “Fuck,” she whispered.
As she sprinted backward, the guards that she felled suddenly jolted upright, their eyes sunken, expressions vacant. Guttural moans escaped from their throats as the slowly rose to their feet and stumbled after her. "Hello..." rasped an insidious voice. A pair of lich-fire hued eyes burst from the shadows, followed by a dark, cloaked silhouette. Lazrael's gaze looked to Sarinna with a tell-tale grin playing at his frigid lips. His hands fastened around the hilt of his weapon and quickly he drew it forth. Tendrils of darkness sprang from the Death Knight, reaching from his finger tip to snare up the woman by both ankle and wrist.
Teriaan continued to fight off normal guards while keeping an eye on Aman’thil and the Elite. Sarinna remained calm until she saw the dead guards rise. Her silver eyes, which were the only visible giveaway on her being, widened as she whispered, “No…” She turned and felt the tendrils grab at her. She fell and tried to break free. She had hoped they would be done before the dark brother arrived, but here he was and she couldn’t move.
Aman'thil saw this and cursed beneath his breath. He looked to Flea and then to Mora. "I need cover, just... for a moment..." he yelled out before stepping out from the fray and focusing his attention on the brothers in the distance. Allasticus' intention was clear - seize the nearest Rat and Lazrael was helping him accomplish that. His focus wasn't on Aman'thil - that needed to change.
Meanwhile, the Flea nodded to Aman’thil, unaware of where he was going. He turned to Mora to check if she was alright. Teriaan moved closer to them. “Where did he go?!” he screamed. He stepped out and noticed the death knight grabbing Sarinna. “Oh fuck…”
"SHE WAS A WHORE!" Aman'thil screamed out "HOW DO YOU BOTH EVEN KNOW YOU ARE BROTHERS?" His words echoed over the grunts and groans of the fight and found purchase upon Allasticus' and Lazrael's ears. Both stopped their actions - Lazrael ceased his pursuit. Allasticus turned and faced Aman'thil... and so did the rest of the Elite.
As soon as Aman’thil spoke, Sarinna felt the tendrils release her and she scooted back, quickly trying to get back on her feet. She realized what he had done and she grumbled. They had to take him back home. How was the question.
"Get us home Flea…" Mora looked back up at the mage and walked over to the wall of Ratz fighting the guard, "Fight!" she yelled at them and raised her hands, the fire snaked from her hands and up into the sky, though her palms stayed lit as she spotted where Sarinna was. It was where she also spotted the brother who had marked her up once before.
The fire would start to rain down taking out guards and Ratz alike. With no discrimination, the fire engulfed whatever or whomever it touched, using the souls inside like kerosene and pulling the oxygen from their lungs with no mercy. Mora had only stopped to take Laz in. She hadn't seen him in quite some time, and she knew the other brother was not far off. Walking past Aman’thil, Mora looked to be going towards Laz, letting her hands drag over the sides of buildings and whatever else they could touch, the air was starting to become weaker as the flames demanded it more.
"Move. Get up and get back NOW" she yelled out to Aman'thil and then gave Sarinna a look that said the same thing. Mora had kept a distance from the lich-eyed brother, though she wondered even in that moment if he missed her. She smiled at that thought, though it might look like she was just slipping into madness. "Hello, beasty" she called out and set the undead he controlled a flame as well. Then, shaking her hands and trying to suck the flame back into her core, Mora fought with the flame some before it went out, and her brightly fel glowing arms had lost the glamour of darkness she hid them under, as did the rest of her "beauty" fade. Horrifically poised, the fel line down her mouth that showed where here body split open was visible, along with those thick and overbearing horns. Even her lips dripped a bright green sticky gloss as her poisoned use of fel showed.
She shouted out in gutterspeak at the undead, now lit aflame, and she cursed them to see her as something they were fearful of, giving her team more time to get back to the Flea as she watched them start to scatter.
Aman'thil didn't find his senses at first. He just stood, slack-jawed at the sight of Mora and what she had become, what she was doing. He stepped back as she moved by him, arm raising as if to create a barrier between him and the fire she was spewing. When she passed by he moved quickly towards the Flea and Teriann, his sword working in tandem to eviscerate any guards that somehow managed to escape her fires. His hand reached out, grasping at any Rats he could to hurl them from their "meals" and back towards the bulk of the group.
Lazrael and Allasticus' attention flicked from Aman'thil towards Mora. They worked in unison - Allasticus fell backward just as the faintest aura of ice encompassed the Deathknight, reaching out to cocoon his brother as well. "Isn't she a beautiful thing?" Lazrael cooed, grinning wide as he looked upon this "new" form that Mora displayed. The undead that lumbered to their feet quickly threw themselves towards her, only to be incinerated to ash with each attempt. The fires licked and crawled towards the Deathknight and were soon intertwined with tendrils of shadow and chains of ice. The dance was at an even stand still, no-one was winning. Allasticus glared angrily at Mora, then towards Aman'thil. "Tell him!" The Warrior snarled out, a faint smirk piercing through the veil "Tell your King what I am to his family,” he said, loud enough for all to hear.
The Elite, meanwhile, had stopped their attack, shields raising and shifting to absorb the bulk of the fires that moved towards them. They moved in unison, migrating back towards Lazrael and Allasticus, their priority for the brothers outweighed their need to get at Aman'thil. One let out a scream, the fires finding their way into the folds of his armor and he fell, trying in vain to beat out the flames before going still.
Sarinna’s look of shock didn’t end with the risen dead. She looked at Mora and she fought hard not to throw up. She pushed toward Aman’thil, pushing him back to where Teriaan was at and she stopped, hearing every exchange between the brothers and Aman’thil.
That was when she turned and looked at Mora. “Dahlia! Let’s go!” The idea of going to grab her in her grotesque form made her ill, but the King would kill them all if she didn’t go back with them. With a sigh, she ran back, hoping to get Mora and drag her with her.
Mora didn't move until she was confronted by Sarinna. She was more checked out than in, her bright fel-green eyes, though only the illusion of flame, gave away she wasn't all there and had mostly let her demon take control. It cackled and pulled at souls from those who were too weak to fight. Sarinna's hand would burn as it touched Mora, but it also burned the undead and pulled Mora back into control. Mora gave off a scream and gripped at her face. She had no control over her demonic appearance, and the switching of control left the inside of her head aching.
“Go Flea!” Sarinna shouted, and the Flea began his spell casting.
The undead redhead reached out and gripped Sarinna. "Go go go…" Choking out, she pushed the night elf, and did the best to follow, "Everyone needs to get in now!" The felhounds faded, but the fires pressed on. Mora made it back closer to the Flea and pushed in those who were ready to go once his portal was cast. "We don't need to take them all!" She waved Teriaan in, as well as Sarinna, and even Aman’thil.
The rush came in quickly once the demonic form had subsided. Lazrael pressed the chains of ice forward and created a brief opening, one that was capitalized upon by Allasticus. No Elite or guard made it through, just the Warrior. His eyes locked upon Aman'thil just as the elf was heading for the portal. "Everything that you are," he said, voice riddled with hatred as he bore his gaze at the elf, "is because of her. Your treachery is your end, old friend." He then moved and was instantly swarmed by the Rats that were still eager for a fight. Aman'thil stumbled back, sucked in his breath and then vanished into the portal.
Allasticus let out a growl of frustration and then moved to skewer the rats one by one, heaving his blade into both skull and torso. Lazrael held the opening for a few moments and then fell away, his flesh sizzling as he scowled in pain. His hand dropped his blade and moved to his cheek, trying to ebb the pain that only came when Light magic was involved. The injured guards and Elite soon found their wounds being mended, their fleshy scars closing shut. They rose to their feet, the guards confused, the Elite silent, and standing at attention.
Mora waited, not because she was a lady or cared that people were safe before herself, but because Sarinna and Flea had to go home. She knew Flea had to wait on her and once Sarinna was just about through Mora was already reaching in to follow. Her arms could feel the way the magic diffused her body, immediately cutting off her sight and pulling her forward, at least that is how it felt most times.
Steel-forged boots pressed to the pavement as a large, hammer wielding entity moved past the sizzling death knight and toward the dying fray. His hood was raised, masking his face in shadow but the twin, fel-laden eyes were narrowed and focused upon Mora. The tabard of the silver hand billowed against his chest piece with every step he took. When he came upon the flames he gave the slightest of gestures and then watched passively as they fel to nothing more them burning embers. Rats moved to strike him, positioning themselves to rush as they grouped together. The paladin lifted his maul and swung it low and up, shattering the body of the Rat that was nearest. From the blow, a solid crack echoed around them as a wave of light exploded around him and incinerated the remaining Ratz, the wave tapered off just as it reached Mora…, but enough of it remained to rip into her torso and take a piece with it.
The redhead had all but a split second to look back, she could hear the yelling, screaming of the Ratz who fell away quickly, and the way the light crackled in dark airs around people like her, undead and shadow magic users alike. The portal was likely the reason she didn't understand why her side was burning, and why when she made it through to the other side of the opening and into the kingdom, why she was screaming and blindly grasping at her side.
The undead instantly fell down upon the floor and cried out for help, though it was for no one personally; just a begging for the pain to stop. Her side was split open and enough to expose the small mechanics that kept her plague stable. Mora could feel the light eating away at her skin, though it gradually burned away since it hadn't reached her fully.
Teriaan walked through the village looking for Aman’thil. He knew he would find him at the bordello, the place everyone knew he frequented after his training and errands were done. Teriaan took his time, looking at how quick the village had grown in just a few months. “Fucking Rat King did it again,” he wondered and smiled.
Approaching the bordello, the girls, who were already used to their new home, sat outside in skimpy clothing, their hair and makeup a mess. They smiled as they looked at Teriaan. “Play with us. We’re bored,” one of the girls whimpered, smiling at him.
Teriaan grinned. “Tempting,” he lied, “but I’m busy. Aman’thil?” The girls pointed inside and he walked in.
Goldie was leaning over the elf, pressing him against the wall as they wildly made out. Teriaan rolled his eyes. “Can you two not? The King wants to speak to us. Bring him.” He sighed and walked out.
Goldie blushed and smiled, turning to Aman’thil. “The King wants to see you,” she whispered against his lips, her arms around his shoulders. The past few months had been good to him physically and she did not deny the attraction.
Aman'thil had barely registered what Teriaan had said. In fact, had Goldie not spoken, then he would've just stayed where he was. His hands were pressed firmly upon Goldie's hips, his lips smacking in delight as she whispered against him. His touch was firm but gentle as if he still viewed her as this precious thing to be handled with care.
"The King..." he said, almost wanting to finish with the words "can wait" but he bit his lip. He wanted to remain but gave a relenting nod. "He has impeccable timing…" he muttered, glancing at the doorway before looking back at Goldie. "We'll continue this later," he said, pressing his lips to hers once more with a frustrated need.
The elf had become more adept in the physical sense - his shoulders were broader, his arms and legs larger. The endless training, the fighting, the tests, all of it had hardened him. His once soft hands were now rough with callouses and hard skin. His knuckles were bruised. He had learned to defend himself, at last, it would seem.
Aman'thil parted from Goldie, giving her hand a light squeeze before he emerged from the Bordello behind Teriaan. "Lead on. I will follow" he said to the man, his voice firm but respectful. He knew his place.
Teriaan carried on, observing the merchants who had taken their posts and the patrons who were already arriving. “Keep an eye on that vendor there, the human. We think he’s trying to steal from the King.” Teriaan was starting to give him real assignments other than moving crates and working on the orchard.
Goldie followed at a distance, her sword across her back. She ran her hand through her blonde hair and she was still dressed in Mora’s ridiculously frilly and girly designs she called dresses. She stepped up to Aman’thil and smiled at him. “What does the King want, Ter?”
Aman'thil had barely paid attention to the man as he lead them towards the main building. His focus was solely upon Goldie, his eyes dancing towards hers now and again as he stole a few glances. He rather enjoyed the outfit but, then again, she could be wearing a burlap sack and he'd still find her endearing.
“He’ll let you know when we get there,” Teriaan replied as they approached the building.
Once they reached the building, he let Goldie go ahead first before moving after her - that was until Teriaan's hand stopped him in his tracks.
Teriaan placed a hand on Aman’thil’s chest. “You fuck this up, and you’re dead. Do you understand?”
He locked his stare upon Teriaan and tilted his head slightly. "Your concern for my well-being is uncharacteristically kind, Teriaan..." He then leaned forward, pressing his chest into Teriaan's hand "If I fuck this up, whatever it may be, then I will gladly slit my own throat before the King's feet." He then flicked his gaze towards the tent's entrance. "Will you let me by now? I do not wish to keep my King waiting…”
“You’ve proven yourself, haven’t you? At least to me. You want me to be a dick to you, I can be. Or I can fucking help you survive this hell. Your fucking call.” Hearing his words and dedication to the King, Teriaan dropped his hand and gestured for the door way. “Go on ahead.”
Aman'thil's ears flicked slightly at Teriann's words but otherwise, he remained neutral-faced. A practiced art that he had quickly learned as it was a means of survival - a frown or a smirk could mean one’s death in the Kingdom. At Teriann's final command he entered the building and swept his gaze across those who were present, eyes stopping upon the King. He gave his majesty a small, respectful bow.
The room contained Sarinna, Evan, Goldie, the Flea, Mora, and the King, who sat on a wooden chair, leg folded over his other leg, and his fingers tapped impatiently against each other. No one said a word when Aman’thil and Teriaan walked in. They stared at Aman’thil.
A chill coursed up his spine, yet he remained still. Something seemed amiss. A test? His death perhaps? Was he one to be made an example of? He settled his gaze upon the King, opting to remain silent as he waited for the man to speak. He also ensured that the gaze was non-threatening, non-judgmental, just expectant and obedient.
A slow smirk spread across his face and the Rat King's fingers stopped tapping. "I want Silvermoon." He seemed to address Aman'thil. "But I want to play with that insolent guardian." He leaned his head back and smiled at them all. "Let's go guard killing.” Sarinna looked at the King and then to Aman'thil.
Aman’thil felt a chill run up his spine at the King's words, yet he remained still and showed no fear - rather, he found himself intrigued. "Silvermoon is quite the prize, my King,” he said, "and I'll be glad to aid in your conquering of it..." He then caught Sarinna's gaze in the corner of his eye and took that as an expectancy for him to speak. "Guard killing,” he said, holding a pleasant smile at the words. "How can I help?”
Mora's hands clapped light as they did when she was excited. Several imps started to chatter in their unintelligible tongue to one another. "Lots of skin, lots of food." She sang out the words and started back to her room because, of course, she was going to find something suitable to wear.
Aman'thil bit his lower lip, his eyes flicking towards Mora. He held back a frown, remembering that this was the King's Doll, the King's plaything - a prized possession that he coveted. A quick look to Goldie was made, the look innocuous and innocent but within his mind, he felt a stirring - as if preparing to leap into a pit of blackness. The uncertainty gnawed at him yet he found comfort as his eyes got lost briefly to hers.
He looked back towards the King. "Lots of food" he echoed.
"Shut up..." growled the King. Amanthil stood a little straighter at the King’s abrupt request for silence. "You said you know how the guard system worked in Silvermoon. We can get into the city and back out. We simply need to know the easiest way to get our body count.”
Aman’thil nodded at the man once it was deemed necessary to speak. "I can draw up a list, spots of where guards are the most vulnerable, where they patrol, and what times they make their shift changes." He then cleared his throat and gave a hesitant look, "I'll need a map of Silvermoon…"
The group drew closer as Aman’thil explained and the King simply watched him, silently. When the elf requested a map, the King snapped his fingers and the Flea was out the door. “You will have your map.”
"What about your Ratz?" The Flea asked, not even gazing at the King. "Do we kill those too?"
"My Ratz can either help us or die. Is that so fucking difficult?" The Flea didn't say another word. After the recent ordeal he had suffered at the King’s hands, he knew better than to open his mouth.
"And if he betrays us?" Evan called out.
The King smiled coldly at Aman'thil. "Then he watches Goldie die before we kill him." He turned to look at Goldie, who looked rather alarmed. "And that's not what he wants, right?"
He had barely finished when Evan spoke. Amanthil looked directly at the King, his ears pinning back at the mention of Goldie. "No," he said in a sober tone, "that is not what I want, my king."
The King was amused with how he reacted to Goldie. His eyes shifted to the blonde mistress and he smiled, turning back to Aman’thil. He grimaced and looked at Sarinna. "What the fuck are we calling him?”
"Aman'thil, my King."
"Too fucking long. Get him a name I can remember better.”
"How about Blue" Mora absently said as she came back into the room "It's several shades of funny..." She pulled on long gloves that her long claws slid out the ends of.
A few chuckled at Mora’s suggestion, although Aman’thil’s joke was lost on them. “That’s stupid,” Teriaan muttered.
"Didn't hear your brilliant Ideas, did we?" she spoke to everyone in general,," And who cares what you think, If you can't figure out how to be summoned, fucking fink." She seemed much too interested in the straps of her boots than anything else and moved back closer to the King, sitting along one side of his lap.
When Mora spoke, Aman’thil arched a brow. "Blue? That might get a bit confusing if I come thinking I am beckoned by the King only to realize that he was describing the colour of the sky or water.”
The King grabbed Mora’s hair and tugged at it gently, “Shut up I said.” He didn’t take his eyes off Aman’thil. Restlessly, he called out, “What else?”
"Numbers" Aman’thil responded. "I'll need to know who and how many are coming on this excursion. Some points of interest will need to be exploited delicately..." He then swept his gaze and locked his stare upon Teriaan. A small smirk pulled briefly on the elf’s lips. "I'll need his muscle and your Flea's abilities - namely the portals he conjures.”
“You will have Teriaan there, and of course, the Flea will accompany you. My Champion needs to come back in one piece, after all.” He chuckled.
Goldie looked to the King. “I want to go as well. I can be an asset there.”
“You’re staying here.” The King finally turned his head to look at her. “Oh, you’re definitely staying here.” He turned back to the elf, listening to the information given. The Flea bowed his head and stepped out of the building as they continued to discuss.
Aman'thil bowed his head as the king granted his request. "You have my thanks, my King" he said with an obedient undertone. He kept his facial features neutral for the most part but when the Goldie and the King had their exchange a slight twitch betrayed him. He looked back to the king. "L- the Guardian will be astute to what is happening eventually. That being said, we'll just be killing off his contingent. The remainder of Silvermoon's guards will be patrolling by at specific times, all of them have a system. A sense of order. A few well-placed kills will disrupt this order and bring back chaos."
He then looked keenly at the King. "He does not like chaos…"
“We only need a few guards, but oh how I do love chaos…” The King let out a cruel laugh and turned to look at Sarinna. “I want you to go. Find a way to hide from their eyes.” The night elf nodded. The King turned down to Mora. “And you.”
He rubbed his cheek and then glanced at Goldie before looking towards Sarinna. "With his majesty's permission, it would be wise if you and I held a discussion on what areas will require your expertise.” His face then fell somewhat when the request for Mora to accompany them but he nodded slightly, accepting this.
Sarinna nodded at him and waited to see if the King had anything else to add. She sighed when she heard that Mora would be accompanying them. Shaking her head, she moved off to the side.
The King clapped his hands and chuckled. “Well then, begin planning. Sarinna, get him whatever he needs. Let’s go!” The Inner Circle bowed at the King, who leaned back in his chair.
She was just as excited as the others were to be accompanying them. No, that was a lie; perhaps she was a little more excited than them. Her hair had been tugged and the redhead growled lightly in her throat, leaning back on the blonde tyrant she listened as they all went back and forth. "I hate them all...don't make me go…,” she whispered back at the King though if anyone cared, they could hear an annoyed groan just to pony up the display. She stood and stretched. She didn't really care, but why would she want them to have any doubts. "Do we at least have time to fuck before all this?”
The King beckoned Mora up and pulled her into his lap. "Stop being a little bitch and go." He reached to kiss her, his hands firmly on her hips. "There's always time to fuck," he said with a smirk.
The Flea returned to the meeting and walked toward Aman’thil. “Your map.”
Amanthil took the map. "Thank you,” he said, extending his words with a smile.
The Flea returned the smile and tipped his hat.
Flea seemed like a good soul, thus Aman'thil had grown fond of him even if it was not reciprocated. He motioned Flea over as he found a table and lay the map upon it. "Here and here is where you should set up several means of escape. They are areas not patrolled and are often derelict save for an odd civilian who has lost their way." The words were able to be heard by the King and those around if they were listening in.
"There is an obstacle that arises if -she- comes" he whispered, not going further into his warning as he began to gauge the undead’s reaction to his warning.The inner circle listened to Aman'thil, nodding at his strategy. However, they all turned to look at Mora when he gave his warning.
The portal closed and the Ratz arrived outside, on the main home’s doorstep. Teriaan leaned against the wall, his abdomen burning up from the Elite’s weapon. It wasn’t until that moment that he showed any sign of being in pain.
Sarinna gasped as she removed the cowl and her gloves. She ran her hand through her violet hair and she was nauseated, heaving over the edge of the concrete banister. The stress, the concern, the guard, the brothers, and seeing Mora the way she did sickened her. The Flea went to Mora, holding her head. She didn’t look like an abomination to her, but he worried others would not care about her. He turned to Sarinna, who was not looking at Teriaan and then to Aman’thil. “Tell the King we’re back.”
Mora cried out again, her hands only moved from her side when the Flea came to her aid. She gripped his arm and squirmed with the pain. "It burns! Make it stop…please,” she whispered to him as blood started to leak out her pleading eye-sockets. "Or kill me. I don't want to see him. I don’t..." She winced more and tried to hold in her crying as the last bit of it was still painfully coming to a stop.
Amanthil didn't hear the Flea at first. His eyes were locked where the portal once was. He then fell to one knee and lowered a fist to the ground, trying to regain himself. The sight of the patriarch was almost too much; the sight of the man that he had served, honoured, and feared had struck him to the core. He lifted his gaze and then nodded at the request, moving somberly towards the house. He stepped inside, eyes to the ground as he spoke. "My King, we've returned…"
The King lifted his head and stared at Aman’thil for a moment before he looked behind him. “Where’s everyone else?” The King began to walk toward him. “Where are they?”
He lifted his gaze and then turned slightly to hold the door open to the home. "Out there, my king... our operation was not as successful as I had hoped…"
Glaring at him, the King reached for his neck, but he was eager to see where the others were, so he shoved him into the wall and rushed out. Goldie stepped out timidly into the room and gasped when she saw Aman’thil. Running in the stupid tall heels, she reached for him.
Amanthil closed his eyes as the King’s fingers wrapped around his neck, he wants the punishment so he waited. Then upon being shoved back his lungs instinctively filled with air, and he caught his breath just as Goldie ran up to him. He was surprised at first seeing her, he nearly asked her why but immediately realized he probably wouldn't like the answer.
“Gods, you’re back!” She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as she cried on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her waist in a tightened manner and kissed her cheek. "I'm back…," he responded, "but we didn't succeed... Mora… she wrecked the plan... brought out the guard and -them-" his breaths were laboured as dread coupled itself with the last few words he spoke "and -him-“
Goldie moved back a bit to look at him. She gasped and narrowed her eyes at the idea of Mora ruining everything. “Fuck! I knew she wouldn’t work…” Then when she mentioned “them” and “him”, Goldie’s eyes widened. “Him?” she whispered as if even thinking of the patriarch alone would summon him there. Oh, she knew exactly what that was like. She hugged him tightly and buried her face in his neck.
Aman'thil nodded slightly, arms tightening around Goldie though his grip was somewhat weakened as the adrenaline began to subside. “Him," he echoed and confirmed, a slight shudder running through his body. "He walked into the fray and killed off a handful of Ratz with just a singular movement, and he took a chunk out of Dahlia in the process..." He cleared his throat, his head tilting downwards as he took comfort in her mere presence. "Everyone but myself and the Flea sustained an injury of sorts... He won't be happy..."
The King stepped out and first noticed Sarinna caring for Teriaan. “What the fuck happened?” he growled.
“The Elite guard arrived. And the…ow…and the brothers,” Teriaan struggled to speak. Sarinna looked at him and gestured to Mora.
The King turned to where the Flea was hovering over Mora. “What happened?” The Flea rose and extended his hand. “Mora!” the King called out, walking toward the two.
“My King, I think…we need to get some help.” The King continued to approach Mora, and the Flea tried to stop him. “My King! Two are severely injured!”
“Get the fuck out of my way, Flea!” The King bent down and his nose wrinkled. He reached out to touch her, his hand on her head as he saw how his beautiful Doll was falling apart. “Who did this?”
Her hands quickly held onto her side when the Flea had moved. She could hear him yelling and asking Sarinna what had happened and the steps that lead up to Flea letting her go and trying to stop the king. She whined out and tried to sit up and managed just enough to rest on her good side slightly. She hissed and turned her face down, so many things wounded on her among them her pride and not wanting to remember his face when he saw her this way. She was glad that at least for now she was blind. "I don't know, I was coming through,” she spoke up when the King asked who did this to her. She wanted to look up to see him, but it felt like an unseen force kept her from looking up.
The King furrowed his brows and looked at Flea, who was eager for the King to fetch someone. “Who did this?!” he screamed with his tone teetering on frustration and desperation. The people around them paused and stared. Evan came running from down the path, looking frightened at the scene.
“You…have to get the medic,” Teriaan tried to say. Now that the battle was done, he stopped putting up his strong front. He was in pain. The King turned to look at him and Sarinna stared at him.
“Melaeth! The medic!”
Hearing his name, the King sighed and turned to Evan, gesturing. “Let’s go. Flea, give me a portal near her. Now.” The Flea took a moment to look in his pocket, pulling out a vial, searching for Kelah. He then put it away and cast a quick portal nearby. The King turned toward Mora once more, hesitating to even move, but he knew what had to be done, so he and Evan walked through the portal and it disappeared.
The Flea turned back to Mora. “What do we do, Dahlia?” he asked softly.
Inside the main home, Goldie ran her hands over his face, body, arms. “Are you okay though? Are you sure you didn’t get injured?” She sighed and looked at the door. “He won’t be happy, no.”
Amanthil lifted his own hands and snared hers, gripping her in an effort to calm her. He pressed his lips to her digits and offered her his reassuring smile. "I'm alright... just a few scrapes and bruises, nothing to worry about..." He then followed her gaze towards the door and sighed, "Any advice on dealing with this situation? The failure isn't my fault or doing but..." he trailed off, knowing that Goldie probably knew he meant "the king might blame me anyway.”
"Get help Jhonathon, bring it quickly,” she said through gritted teeth. The undead screamed and grunted as she forced herself up. Get up! she told herself, and so she moved. Blind, she didn't have the strength to summon any demons at the moment. She stumbled but held her side protectively and hissed aggressively at those nearby gawking on. "Sarinna!" she called out when she knew she was going to need some help at least into the house.
Sarinna barely heard Mora’s cries, but Teriaan gestured silently toward the undead woman and Sarinna approached her. She immediately covered her mouth and tried not to throw up. She closed her eyes and thought about the times they hated each other and when they spoke to each other. The King would want her to help her. She turned her head.
"Sarinna..." she whined with the anger of pain cutting into a growl She was not beautiful this way, at least not to most, and possibly very toxic, but the plague was not leaking out of her just yet. "I need to get inside, I do not belong on the floor”
“Evan! Help me carry her inside. Hurry!” The dark-skinned human rushed to Sarinna’s side and he said nothing when he helped the night elf carry the broken undead woman into the building.
Goldie turned as they entered and covered her mouth at the grotesque sight and the stench. “What the fuck?” She clutched onto Aman’thil, almost terrified. “Is…is she okay?”
"You..get the fuck out!” she yelled at Aman'thil and Goldie, "WHAT the fuck was that? Who was that at the end? I know you know,” she almost lunged out at Aman'thil, but stopping when she felt a thick ichor slip from her side, magic and blood mixing and starting to slowly bleed. She grasped at the throne chair, and pulled herself into it curling her wounded side into the corner of it as if trying to hide the severity “Who... who or what was that?”
Evan shushed her gently. “Don’t worry…they’re leaving.” Sarinna silently gestured to both Aman’thil and Goldie to get out. Goldie covered her mouth and grabbed Aman’thil’s hand, tugging at him to get out.
Amanthil looked at Mora as Goldie clutched onto him. He had seen her visage before but now that the adrenaline had worn off he looked at her if for the first time. Swallowing back his Vomit he shook his head. "No..." he whispered, "she took a blow from Him..." When Goldie began to tug him away, he obliged, sparing a faint glance to the group before moving away with Goldie.
