was forced to witness. Watching helplessly as his body was taken from him and he turned upon his friends in combat slaying many of the men he had sworn to protect.
Lashing out with a strength fueled by his anger he struck the demon with all the strength he possessed. The demon laughed at his weakness and struck back.
Dark power burned into him fraying what remained of his sanity. Gibbering in pain and fear he retreated into the darkness, his mind all but destroyed. All the while his body stood motionless before the gate, no hint of the internal struggle visible to the outside world.
Suni drew nearer, the guards watching him with unblinking eyes that burned within the shadows of their plumed helms.
Suni stepped off the causeway and onto the rough stone of the tunnels floor. The gate stood before him, the thick black iron plates of its construction gleamed wetly in the darkness. Countless spikes adorned its surface. Impaled upon them were thousands of skulls. Most yellowed with age but there were more than a few that still held tatters of rotting flesh clinging to them.
Suni took all this in with one quick glance. The Grel’in now stepped forward blocking any further progress on his part. “Veh tok amanu!” One of the Grel’in growled threateningly his corpse white hand drawing his blade slightly from its scabbard.
Suni understood the foul language, it was taught him long ago during his early years within the temple. “It is forbidden.” The grim figure had said.
Suni lowered his head and continued forward seeking to pass the guard.
“Veh tok amanu!” The angered Grel’in growled taking hold of Suni’s upper arm in a vise like grip.
The other Grel’in moved forward, wishing to inflict pain upon the Morne who would dare defile their master’s doorstep.
Suni spun into the warrior’s chest. His left armed pinned in the Grellin’s grip. His right hand shot upward his fingers extended their tips touching. Into the visor they plunged, driving through the left eye. Flesh ripped and bone splintered. Suni yanked his hand free, blood and bits of brain splattered onto the dark stone. The Grip upon his arm released as the Grel’in fell backwards dead before striking the stone.
Suni spun away towards the startled guards. He lashed out with his left foot, sweeping the feet out from under the closest of the two. Leaping over the fallen warrior he dove towards the Grel’in yet standing.
The possessed warrior stepped back, surprised at the speed of the man. His sword was only half drawn when Suni’s fist delivered a powerful blow into his throat.
The force of the strike crushed his windpipe and broke his neck in two places. The Grel’in died quickly, a surprised look upon his withered face.
Suni continued his dive, rolling as he struck the ground he was on his feet in an instant. His hands dipped within the Morne cloak withdrawing his Kalmari in a sweeping motion. He turned to face the remaining warrior who was now on his feet with his sword drawn.
The Grel’in spared a glance to his fallen companions. For the first time in his many millennia long existence he felt the metallic taste of fear. The Grel’in believed that they were invincible, yet before him stood a mere man who had slain two of the Dark Lords most powerful warriors. He had accomplished this with his bare hands no less.
Many generations past his host had been a formidable warrior in his own right. The Grel’in drew upon the fighting skills of his host. HH
Blow after blow the Grel’in threw at the man, his sword striking nothing but empty air. The human was quick with an agility that amazed the Grel’in, Always staying one step of him.
The Grel’in’s blade rang shrilly, striking the stone in a spray of sparks. Suni stomped on the flat of the blade and struck the Grel’in’s helm a powerful blow with his Kalmari. The Helm was dented badly, the Grel’in’s skull fractured in several places.
The Grel’in was knocked off balance and
Lashing out with a strength fueled by his anger he struck the demon with all the strength he possessed. The demon laughed at his weakness and struck back.
Dark power burned into him fraying what remained of his sanity. Gibbering in pain and fear he retreated into the darkness, his mind all but destroyed. All the while his body stood motionless before the gate, no hint of the internal struggle visible to the outside world.
Suni drew nearer, the guards watching him with unblinking eyes that burned within the shadows of their plumed helms.
Suni stepped off the causeway and onto the rough stone of the tunnels floor. The gate stood before him, the thick black iron plates of its construction gleamed wetly in the darkness. Countless spikes adorned its surface. Impaled upon them were thousands of skulls. Most yellowed with age but there were more than a few that still held tatters of rotting flesh clinging to them.
Suni took all this in with one quick glance. The Grel’in now stepped forward blocking any further progress on his part. “Veh tok amanu!” One of the Grel’in growled threateningly his corpse white hand drawing his blade slightly from its scabbard.
Suni understood the foul language, it was taught him long ago during his early years within the temple. “It is forbidden.” The grim figure had said.
Suni lowered his head and continued forward seeking to pass the guard.
“Veh tok amanu!” The angered Grel’in growled taking hold of Suni’s upper arm in a vise like grip.
The other Grel’in moved forward, wishing to inflict pain upon the Morne who would dare defile their master’s doorstep.
Suni spun into the warrior’s chest. His left armed pinned in the Grellin’s grip. His right hand shot upward his fingers extended their tips touching. Into the visor they plunged, driving through the left eye. Flesh ripped and bone splintered. Suni yanked his hand free, blood and bits of brain splattered onto the dark stone. The Grip upon his arm released as the Grel’in fell backwards dead before striking the stone.
Suni spun away towards the startled guards. He lashed out with his left foot, sweeping the feet out from under the closest of the two. Leaping over the fallen warrior he dove towards the Grel’in yet standing.
The possessed warrior stepped back, surprised at the speed of the man. His sword was only half drawn when Suni’s fist delivered a powerful blow into his throat.
The force of the strike crushed his windpipe and broke his neck in two places. The Grel’in died quickly, a surprised look upon his withered face.
Suni continued his dive, rolling as he struck the ground he was on his feet in an instant. His hands dipped within the Morne cloak withdrawing his Kalmari in a sweeping motion. He turned to face the remaining warrior who was now on his feet with his sword drawn.
The Grel’in spared a glance to his fallen companions. For the first time in his many millennia long existence he felt the metallic taste of fear. The Grel’in believed that they were invincible, yet before him stood a mere man who had slain two of the Dark Lords most powerful warriors. He had accomplished this with his bare hands no less.
Many generations past his host had been a formidable warrior in his own right. The Grel’in drew upon the fighting skills of his host. HH
Blow after blow the Grel’in threw at the man, his sword striking nothing but empty air. The human was quick with an agility that amazed the Grel’in, Always staying one step of him.
The Grel’in’s blade rang shrilly, striking the stone in a spray of sparks. Suni stomped on the flat of the blade and struck the Grel’in’s helm a powerful blow with his Kalmari. The Helm was dented badly, the Grel’in’s skull fractured in several places.
The Grel’in was knocked off balance and
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