01-29-2012, 08:46 AM
Spoiler:
The sound of metal crushing stone. The screams of terror and pain. The sound of a fire crackling. And a maddening cackle rolling through the air. The Felreavers were marching forward, the green skies of Shadowmoon Valley granting them a sickly terrifying visage as it is. And against them stood but a mere outpost of mixed Alliance members and Horde, foolishly holding in a last stance. The camp was under siege for the last hour, and already the casualties of the mortals was grim. The machines trudged on and on, and whenever one fell two came in its place.
A Gnome riflemen stood in his tower, desperately letting round after round from his rifle to the waves of steel with deafening loud bangs. He was huffing and sweating, and his pants were soiled with urine. The sight reflected in the goggles he wore as he shrieked out in terror.
"Ohshit it's a warlo-" His screams were silenced by the swooping wave of purple flames, searing the wood of his tower and scorching the Gnome severely, more shrieks, now of agony, escaping his badly marred throat. He coughed blood and winced, looking up with burnt eyes. He could not blink. His eyelids had fused inside of his skull.
"Have mercy..." His tiny little voice said in a hoarse whisper before the wood of the tower he was in collapsed down on his form, killing him. On the hills beside the camp the forms began arising. An Orc. A Sin'dorei, who's skin was a tainted red. And finally, a towering woman, a pair of massive wings to her back.
"Let fire rain!" The winged creature yelled, all three pointing at the camp as from the skies they came. Massive burning forms. Burning molten stone with an untameable wrath, the three huge orbs of flame and stone crashing into the boarders of the camp, opening a huge segment of the wall as the infernals took no pause as destruction raged.
Screams echoed from the camp, the defenders wiped out as if a brink of an eye had merely passed. The large winged creature smiled darkly, the slaughter finally over as it wondered in the ruins. Splattered gore and limbs laid all over the ground as if something taken out of a man's worst nightmare. Skin was flayed and corpses burning were found galore. It whistled a contrasting merry tune from its blackened cracked lips, eyeing the destruction with an unhealthy glee and enjoyment in its black eyes.
The silence and eerie tune were cut short by a wheezing cough.
"Help... Someone..." Called out an Orc. His entire lower segment crushed beneath a massive piece of a wall from a nearby barracks. He was bleeding profoundly, but he seemed to be alive and kicking. His red eyes traced up to the monstrous form above him, perhaps in delusion he reached his hand up in thought of it to be his salvation.
He was wrong.
A clawed finger pointed at his form, a horrendous white smile showing behind a black shadowy form. And from the tip of that finger, drew a small ball of purple flames, one which soon burst into a searing cone as the Orc was roasted alive swiftly, his heavy screams of agony cut short by the flames.
"It's good to be home." Sangreala Saumerian Skysearer smiled grimly, returning her merry stroll of the carnage.