The Message
A mage robed from head to toe in black and red. Behind him walk ten other mages dressed in the same. They stay in a delta formation as they walk upon an “abandoned” estate.
The silence was only broken by the broad steps of the man and his company as they stopped short of the estate and merely stood there motionless. The leader eyeing the broken building before a loud hissing word uttered from under the mask “Scatter...” without hesitation the mages around him vanished into thin air and indeed seemed to leave him as he approached the building seemingly alone. Wards meant nothing to him as with a snap of his fingers he shattered them as if they were merely made of sand. Shadows surrounded him and watched his every movement as he made it to what used to be a dining area of sorts...a large room with high ceilings and the persistent silence that mocked him. “You continue to hide in shadows...I can smell your blood...I can taste your breath thick in the air. Come...let us make this quick that I may mark your names off the list...” His voice echoed through the dining hall before figures began appearing from the shadows. One by one each set of eyes illuminating the room more and more. “You are outnumbered and outmatched, Spellshadow. Your followers have already perished before they entered...we just wanted to save you for last. To see your face as we take your head and allow you to join your daughter in death...”
The mage merely looked up and tilted his head as the said mages merely appeared around him. “You think us so bold to allow ourselves to get caught? These men and women have perfected the art of killing your cults and wiping them from the history books without so much as a murmur...” he would turn upon his enemy and address his mages “Do you all believe the weak should suffer at the hands of these pathetic animals?!” “Bound by blood! We are the fury of the Sun! For the fallen! None left behind and none forgotten!” The mages replied loudly and proudly. “And do you all believe that just because we are outnumbered we should lay down our arms and quiver in fear to those who are deadliest when their prey does not know they are there?!” “Bound by blood! None shall bend our knee! Death or justice!” The mage turned back to the group and raised his arms “You only put fear into those without the means to fight back! I will find the ones who took my daughter from me I swear to you this...and whoever plucked the strings upon you puppets will know pain unlike any he or she has ever felt before! Sunreavers! Obliterate them!” The mages charged and drew their blades of flame and ice and staves of arcane and met the Shadow walkers in glorious battle... Hours later the estate lay in ashes...a few injured but none tasted death as the leader of this coven knelt at Spellshadow’s side bloodied and bruised “You will spread the word that I come for those in the dark...You will send a message to all those who disgrace our glorious people. You will tell them that the only thing that awaits them ins fiery death. Now crawl away before I resort to more savage methods to get my point across...”
The defeated crawled away as his legs were burned far too severely to enable walking or running. All the way back to the city so he may have the injuries healed and his message delivered...For the Glory of Quel’thelas