In search for the past

[Anduin Lothar]

The streets were crowded but still calm. The guards were patrolling, looking for anything suspicious. Suddenly that calm was disturbed when a huge wooden wall splintered and a man came flying through it. Another man, armoured in black steel holding a runeblade, appeared at the same wooden wall. At a steedy pase it walked at the man that was lying on the ground. And with great ease the knight picked him up by his collar.

"Tell me." The dark knight started with a calm, cold voice. "Where can i find your leader." The man that was being picked didn't reply, paralyzed of fear. then the guards came. "Hey you. In the armor. Put that man down." the guard captain demanded. The death knight kept looking at the man he was holding. "This is not of your concern. Walk away. I'm just gonna intterogate this man." Anduin said still with a patient tone in his voice.

The guard captain thingyed an eyebrow. "interogate? Over my dead body." Then Anduin looked at the guard with a sadistic smirk. "Your suggestion seems acceptable." The death knight stretched out his free arm towards the guard. the palm of his hand was pointed towards the guard captain. Suddenly green flames envelopped the guards and in seconds the skeletons stood there, petrified. The once so calm streets were filled with panic now and Anduin looked back at the man he was holding. "Alright, where were we?" Suddenly the collar of the man ripped loose and the man fled. "Help! Somebody help me!" He yelled. Anduin sighed and started the pursuit.

[[N]ecrosis]

Erupting in the streets with this man’s presence was a ghastly stench overpowering to the naris cavity. Rising from each patella, screams echoed through his aural. Left in question, he relocated the source when witnessing a large and built figure pursuing a guard belonging to the village. This man inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of the village. Slowly, his own aroma would dominate above all scents. Violet colored sights narrowed hatefully at the havoc. Surely a massacre was waiting in the future if he was to just stand and wait. A cowardly act it was. Though the knight was superior to Necrosis’s height and physical structure, he feared him not. Eyes only partially open stared up into the sky. He had to ponder over his actions that swept in and out of his mind. He was nothing of a protector, so why would he care so much?

A sigh was pushed from his vocals. He could hardly care about what happened to this village. In spite of that, he dashed through the back streets, keeping track of where the knight’s feet landed on the foundation. Suddenly his course was alternated and he appeared before the knight, blocking his pathway from the guard. At first he seemed as though the knight went unnoticed, due to Necrosis’s failure to make eye contact. Not a word was thrust from his esophagus as he turned to face his full figure to the fighter. The shadows hid away what looked to be a scar covering the entire right side of his face. The darkness hid away that reality of it being a decayed patch of skin from a deceased life. This existence reeked of decay, rot, and crusted blood. Chest expanded for the moment he inhaled, and released his breathe gently to keep his mind at east. For the time he glanced over his powerful shoulder to assure the guard’s evacuation, he was left vulnerable.

No fear was plastered to his face as he turned back to meet the eyes of the knight. He stood emotionless, if not slightly irritated by the warrior’s actions of striking fear into a village as peaceful as thus. Orbs glared in defiance. The silence made a blanket over the two beings standing in the center of the streets. Necrosis’s cares were so insignificant, his mind wandered to the village’s condition. It was well kept and cleansed of trash scattered about the streets. He had to admire its appearance. His eyes ever so slowly moved from left to right as he examined the village with his sights. Still he didn’t forget about the knight who stood before him. After all, the knight’s powerful armor would prove him to be a formidable foe, and Necrosis couldn’t underestimate him. Then again, he would not overestimate him either. He was calm and at ease, even standing before the target. After his mind had taken in his environment, realizing what he had to use against Anduin in battle, his attentions were drawn back to him (Anduin). Throughout this entire time, he had remained mute, as though waiting for Anduin to explain himself and his reasons.

[Anduin Lothar]

Anduin chased his victim on a slow steady pase. there was no need to rush things. The sound of Anduin's iron boots echoed trough the now empty streets. His hand clenched around his runeblade. His victim started to pant and his pace slowed down. Anduin's pace was unchanged and it seemed he even didn't started to grow tired altough he wairs extremely heavy armor.

Suddenly Anduin stopped in his tracks when a young man stood between him and his target. His cold eyes went from his target to the young man that opposed him. Lothar first stepped a litte further but then it became clear this man wouldn't let him pas.

Lothar could summon a ghoul to chase his target but that wouldn't be necesary. He sighed deeply but the cold look in his eyes didn't changed. The death knight grabbed his runed claymore. " i have no quarrel with you. I have to ask of you to stand aside."

[[N]ecrosis]

Connecting his sense of hearing with the words Anduin spoke of, he tilted his head to the right extremely slowly. It could hardly be noticed. It would seem this knight didn’t wish to fight with him. What was it that stopped him from dueling Necrosis, yet influenced him to start a commotion through this village and these people? It left Necrosis in question. He frowned in the bewildered state he was in. This knight didn’t show his fear, although it could be possible, Necrosis wouldn’t believe the knight was apprehensive about him (Necrosis). He definitely didn’t seem like the type who would fear somebody smaller than him, let alone anybody in this village.

Orbs locked shut, and his head tilted back until his face was directed to the heavens. In the same pose, he reopened his eyes, and finally directed his sights to Anduin once again after lowering his cranium. “I can understand your wishes to not engage in battle with me.” Necrosis finally spoke after all this time. His voice was strong and bold. Clearly, it matched his face. That face of his with such a disgust sutured onto it. “But your ruthless actions have left me to wonder…” he paused, staring straight into the eyes of Anduin. “What are your reasons for terrorizing these parts? Why this village?” He had to ask. This village appeared to be quite peaceful, and Necrosis needed to know what it could have possibly done to a knight such as this Anduin.

[Anduin Lothar]

Anduin's expression didn't change. The cold look in his eyes showed no emotion but still it hinted at the knights determination to capture his target. His gaze went from his left eye corner to his right, examining his surroundings. The streets were completly abandoned. There was no other way towards the man Anduin was following except trough Necrosis.

The death knight made a sad sigh. " I am sorry but i have no time for a conversation with you now." He sheated his runed claymore. "Please excuse me." Anduin said with his regular calm, chilled voice. After that he pummel right trough the wall of a building next to him. The structure started to get unstable and collapsed towards the young man that stood in Anduin's way. Now a path was created and the death knight pursuited his target once more. He didn't look if the young man was crushed by the debris. the hunt only mattered now. Slowly but certain he started to get closer to his prey.