Tiger - Venture Co.

So... It has been quite a long time since the last part of the story, and I decided to make a new part for it, as much for my own pleasure and for Mijo's sanity ^^. Oh, and also she insisted that I allready say who I am, for she is really frustrated to call Mr/s. Blogger (sorry for the trouble mate =P). So, without longer speech (you have to imagine the trumpets and the booming voice, my special effect gnomes are having a lunchbreak) It's time to reveal myself: It was Rafal who entertaiment you for that short period you buggers, and it's one kind of an wonder that you didn't find it out!

Meanwhile

Aluraian Stonehammer walked grimly behind his undead guide, ignoring the beautiful tapestry and the paintings on the walls. His mind worked with the questions he had worried with for over a month now. Why had the undead warlord approached him with this wild idea of open war between the vile Horde and the proud Alliance? Why he had accepted the plan instead of slaying the undead instantly for such arrogance? The last question didn’t bother him too much tho, for he knew that this would be an perfect excuse to wipe those vile maggots of the Horde once and for all. He knew that the Alliance would prevail against them, for the Horde was nothing more but a bunch of bandits and former slaves.

And yet… There was something about this Shadespear, something that tickled Aluraian’s nerves. He pushed the thought aside, for it was matter of unimportance. If there was something for him to know, his master would surely tell that to him. His master knew everything, for no secret could be kept away from him. Aluraian knew this by his own experience, and the memory made shivers run across his back and his face warped with the memory of a long-gone pain.
They entered to the courtyard from the main castle, and Aluraian was pleased to see his troops already mounted on their horses. He waved at Heron, his standard bearer, and the man led Stonehammer’s warhorse to him. “Are the men ready Heron? They better be for we are leaving now!” Aluraian yelled, jumped to his saddle and charged out of the main gates like a thunderbolt, more than willingly leaving the cursed castle of the undead warlord behind.

His warriors were well trained, and they soon caught up with him. Heron rode to his right side, and for a moment they rode in silence. Ultimately the standard bearer couldn’t resist his curiosity.

“So, the plan is going good?” he said with an asking tone in his voice. “That Undead is ready to start a war that would wipe out the whole Horde, his people?” Heron continued, with a growing tone of disbelief in his voice.

“Yes lad, that’s indeed the thing he would do. Never trust to an undead who can think with it’s own brains, never. They always have their own goals , and they never hesitate to backstab you if they get a change.” Aluaraian grumbled, and stared forward, his eyes blind to the landscape.

“But my lord, are you sure it’s wise to talk like that when our mast-“ Heron started, but Aluraian quickly interrupted him.

“Never again mention our master idiot,” he hissed angrily. “These men would kill us without a second though if they would hear what you just said,” he continued, hatred burning in his low voice.
Heron quickly turned to the warriors riding behind them and gulped: “I’m sorry my lord, it was not my meaning to do us any harm.”

Stonehammer snorted and said no word. His master should have send him someone else than Heron, someone who knew how important their work was, someone who wouldn’t have been afraid of shadows. Well, Aluraian was a practical man, and as long as there were miles to ride there was the change that his flag carrier could end up into an accident, fall of from a cliff for example… These thoughts brought smile to his face, and even Heron Smiled uneasily as he thought that his lord had already forget about his failure. Oh yes, Aluraian thought, there were plenty of changes for an accident, and surely the Lich King would understand how important it was to execute the weak links…

# posted by Officer @ 9:22 PM