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6-20-2011 @ 12:09PM
Maybe I'll try my hand at this. Mograine and Whitemane exchanged a look, years of experience fighting together allowing them to communicate wordlessly. With that, eager to take out the weaker link immediately, Mograine let out a mighty roar and charged the mechanical menace, Whitemane wordlessly channeling the Holy Light to lash her opponent with Smites. Mace and magic tore into the fragile construction, and the flimsy cardboard construct quickly crumpled under the onslaught. Eager now to finish the work begun by those nameless adventurers all those years ago, Mograine spun about, eyes darting around as he searched for the young assassin. No one was there. Mograine and Whitemane stood alone. For a moment, silence reigned over the arena floor.Suddenly, the silence was broken by a loud peal of laughter. “My cardboard counterpart has served his purpose twice over. First to distract the audience, allowing me to make my way this far into the tournament. And again when he distracted you. I was never very good at hand-to-hand combat, you know. Not like my father. But I always excelled at poisons. Especially venoms that affect the mind.”Glass smashed and the Scarlet Crusaders found themselves wreathed in poisonous green fog. The world swam, shifted, spun, and then the two fell into nothingness.Mograine found himself standing in the midst of darkness. An impossibly bright light shone down upon him, illuminating a circle perhaps ten feet across, but leaving whatever lay outside of it shrouded in darkness. “Hello? Is anyone there?” The voice that answered from the darkness was chillingly familiar. “Renault…”Mograine spun around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. “Who is it?” he cried.“Renault… Did you think your betrayal would be forgotten?”It was impossible, inconceivable. He was dead! And yet…“Father? But… How?”The figure strode into the circle of light. Bloodstained armor covered by the torn remnants of a Scarlet Crusade tabard. Dead eyes sat in pale skin, and the smell of decay filled Renault’s nostrils.“Blood of my blood, I felt your cruelty long after my heart had stopped beating. And in death, I knew what you had done. I come to serve justice. I AM ASHBRINGER.”“Father, please… Please forgive me! I didn’t know!”The specter raised an enormous sword over its head, then looked deep into Renault’s eyes. “You are forgiven.”The blade dropped, and Renault Mograine, Commander of the Scarlet Crusade, Champion of the Light, and slayer of Scourge welcomed oblivion as it claimed him. Whitemane shook her head to clear her mind from the dregs of Vanessa’s toxin. “Bah”, she thought, “Was that the worst vision she could throw at me? Paletress, my old Priestschool roommate?”Vanessa VanCleef stood before her, surprised, Whitemane thought, to see her standing. Eager to bring the Light to VanCleef’s twisted, and no doubt Scourge-tainted soul, she called for Mograine to join her. “Come, my champion! Let us end this farce!”There was no answer. Looking behind her, she saw the collapsed form of Morgarine lying still. Deathly still, without even the gentle rise and fall of his chest to show breath. Reacting quickly, she began to channel a resurrection spell.“What treachery is this? Mograine is fallen? Arise my champion!”The spell complete, Whitemane waited expectantly for her beloved Mograine to stand up, but nothing happened. Again, she reached out for the Light, willing it into Mograine’s still form, but again with no result. The only warning before the blade slid into her side was a breath of wind on her neck. The last thing she heard before the darkness closed in was Vanessa VanCleef’s voice whispering into her ear. “Don’t you know? He has to WANT it.”
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