21 : Thu Mar 1 (Altor) :: Massacre I'm safe for the moment. But I can hear them. All around in the Dark. Savagely searching for their prey...us. Light, Thomaso... so young, and Slyea. Never knew what hit us. The screams of dying friends echoing around you, horrifing creatures snarling with blood lust- and when you look into their dark eyes you know they exist to kill. *Riurk* enters from the west. Blood and Ashes! argh! must escape, must warn others. must Run, run, run... Let me regain my breathe, we had traveled to Saldaea to take down a male channeler twisted by the taint. It was going well, his shadowy creations were all but defeated and though we were all bloodied it looked as though we were to win... Then Ontegar stumbled in from where he had been resting from the fight, black blood streaming from jagged rents in his body. He fell to his knees and blood trickled from his mouth as he said, "Eleanor is here we're dead men" Panic. Flashing like fire though our numbers, and confusion tearing at our minds. Weary from battling Raerdan some attempted to regroup. A hopeless battle. The hordes came at us hungry, lead by *Eleanor*. Needless to say our ranks folded quickly, every man and woman for themselves. Fleeing in all directions with dark blades on our heels. We ran for safety. The gate to these cursed ruins. In my heart I knew what would be there. *Xen* and *Bryniarch* stand waiting barricading the gate. We attempted to breach the gate. More of us died. I lost track of Cashel and Rustac here, but they may have tried to barricade themsleves in the cold stone room to the west, prehaps preferring the shadows touch to trolloc claws. I fled too. Every where i ran blood splattered and drenched the walls. Creator protect us, thats Jetsons dismembered body, they've started eating already... But now I'm alone occasionaly i think i here screams of rage anguish, and mostly pain, but I fear I may be the last of our number. It is time to make one last dash to safety. Run... *Riurk* swings his weapon, brutally removing scarred plate of armour, I can make it the gate is breached, sunlight! I can see the sunlight! *Eleanor* has arrived from the north. They are all dead. You are dead. OOC-sorry if some of the facts are wrong or i for got you but i thought this might make a more entertaining read than a trolloc post saying'Mwuahaha lotsa pukes die'. Altor-may never be able to do tainted MC again.