Monday, April 21, 2008
The story goes on, again

- Part 2
“Mijo, could you…” Zaigerne started, but noticed that the undead was nowhere to be seen. Swearing he turned to follow Shadespear’s still ongoing speech. He didn’t trust the rogue undead, but for experience he knew that Mijo did not care. She was a freelancer, worked for the one who paid him the most and she could easily betray him if she would receive higher offer. This was all Zaigerne knew about her, for she was a shadowy figure, never telling anything about her past. Zaigerne just needed to deal with the situation.
Pushing Mijo out of his mind, he concentrated on Shadespear’s speech once again. Snorting Zaigerne noted that Shadespear was still blaming the Alliance for being a “bunch of traitorous pigs with no sense of honor”. For a moment Zaigerne tough that Shadespear had enraged himself beyond the point of sanity, but soon he realized, that Shadespear was indeed getting closer to his goal.
“So my brothers and sister of the Horde!” William shouted and continued: “ What should we do to this scum called Alliance? If we leave them in peace, they will surely attack against us, betray us. They would slaughter our families, kill our loved ones and enslave us! Do we accept this? NO! what should we do then?”
“Kill them!” A deep voice yelled from the back of the cave. Soon, the whole cave was filled with roaring and screaming of hatred. “Kill, kill, kill,”, the word rolled around a cave like a living creature, born in the dark places of one’s mind, birthed by hatred and anger. Zaigerne felt that even his own blood began to boil, battle rage growing. A hand landed on his shoulder, it’s effect as calming as bath in one of the Winterspring’s lakes. He turned and nodded thankfully at Rafal who smiled at him.
Turning back to Shadespear, he realized that the noise in the cave was calming down. Shadespear held his hands high, asking for silence, smiling sadly. When the cave was silent again, he continued: “I’m glad to see that you are so enthusiastic t to defend our beloved Horde. But for my own displeasure, I have to say that open war is something we can’t allow quite yet. I…”
His speech was cancelled by a deep roar of anger, the audience clearly displeased by his words. Nodding to one of his advisors Shadespear ordered him to cut the screahe advisor roused an ancient looking horn to his lips and blow. A mighty sound rouse over the roars of the audience, stunning them and forcing them into silence. Shadespear continued his speech.
“I see and understand your frustration my comrades, but the time for open war is not yet. First of all, our leaders, as wise s they are, have some contacts with the Alliance, and for this they close their eyes from the crimes of the traitors. Secondly, the open war would surely be the end of us. As mighty we are, we have been badly wounded by the third war where the Alliance used us as a meatshield before the wrath of the Burning Legion. But our numbers grow, and soon we are ready for an open war!” a deep roar followed Shadespear’s sentence and he smiled: “But before we can cleanse the scum of Alliance from the face of this world, once and for all, we need to protect ourselves: Those blasted cowards surely use dirty tricks against us, assassinate our emissaries, insult our leaders. It is not yet time for an open war, but for a hidden one. We need to strike first to prevent them from striking us. Slay their assassins, those fools who think their disguise as emissaries allows them to do their dark work in peace. Soon they will fear the word “Horde”!”
Utter silence fell in the cave. This man was offering them a war, a hidden war, a war of stealth and secret. And stealth and secret weren’t the Horde’s way. After a moment, however, a lone voice from back of the cave roared: “Death to the assassins! Glory for the Horde! For Shadespear!”Soon everyone in the cavern repeated those words: “Death o the assassins! Glory for the Horde! For Shadespear!”
Zaigerne had had enough. With a camouflaged nod of his head he mentioned Rafal to follow him. When they were outside Zaigerne suited his toughs into words, “Somehow this Shadespears’s madness have to be stopped my friend,” he said and continued to walk towards the distant town of Booty Bay.
Rafal nodded, and asked the obvious question: “But how?”
Really nice second part of the second part. I love the way u ended it.
Why are we getting invaded by spammers all of the sudden :(
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