Each step through the Zulâjan ruins proved difficult as each foot would come to sink down within the muddied swamp; the sound of suction slowly forming around each leg before being forced to freedom. Though each time his foot found freedom, it would come to sink down within the mud once more; causing his search to prove more and more difficult with each passing step. The man only prayed he wasnât too late as his eyes slowly darted back and forth through the visor of his black helmet as his gaze scanned over the muddied grounds of the swamp.
âRhillia..where are you..â he uttered in a low whisper as his eyes darted back and forth once more. He wasnât sure what brought the woman all the way out here without the aid of another; nor did he even know if the information would prove fruitful. The troll spoke of an elf, one that almost looked to be like a fairy; sparking dust falling from her visage and seeming to coat her entire form. Boen only knew one sparkling fairy, and the leads would soon settle him within the Ruins. Though even now, he would come to question if the troll had given him false information.
Boen could feel the eyes of another upon him, before feeling the same from a different direction. The hair upon his arms stood on end as he would bite down upon his bottom lip. His gaze slowly cascading from side to side; taking in a breath through his nose as his chest would slowly come to lift before falling once more. His feet came to stop within the muddied soil as his arms slowly began to lift; letting his fingers slowly wrap around the hilts of his daggers as they settled upon his backside. The man held his position, standing as still as possible as his breath came to slow. Than he saw it, the single glimpse of a hand coming to lift from under a mound and frantically waving back and forth to catch his attention.
âRhillia!â He exclaimed as his hands would drift from his weapons and his body would slowly come to turn within the suction of the mud. Though as eager as he was to take hold of his friend, his movements would give a sudden cease. Letting his form go almost rigid as his hands lifted upward once more unsheathed his blades swiftly; holding them to his side as he froze in place. How could he have missed it? He came to question as he would slowly grit his teeth as his eyes darted back and forth in a frantic need. Figures slowly rise all around him; lifting from the mud as Blood Trolls had been waiting to spring the trap upon the Sinâdorei.
Nearly two..no, three dozen bodies would lift from the mud. Weapons in hand as their eyes came to settle upon his form like he was nothing more than meat that was ready to be torn into. Spears, makeshift swords and clubs settled in their grips as the sound of terrible laughter could be heard from them; their eyes glowing red as they continued to eye him up. Boen could feel his knees beginning to bed, crouching low as readied his attack; feeling his heart thudding heavy in his chest as his eyes would peer to the trolls ahead of him first, only to turn his head slightly to peer at the trolls settled behind him and too his side. âWell..come on than.â He uttered as he continued to hold his defensive, ready and waiting for them to launch the first assault upon him.
Boen watched as the weapons lifted into the air; the wind rushing past him as the first spear jabbed forth and his body darted out of the way. A sword came next as it came for his head; only to have the Rogue lean back just in time as the blade came spiraling downward. When dealing with the masses, an opening wasnât something he could easily obtain; so he would make one. The shadows rushed upon the man, vanishing from out of the crowd of them before reappearing behind one on the outer edge. Rhillia would see the display as Boen began to tear through the crowd of trolls; letting his daggers slice through their bodies.
Rhillia would hear the sound of blades being parried, before seeing troll bodies collapsing to the ground. One after another they would fall around him, though with each one he sliced through; another would quickly take its place. They would begin to surround the man once more, leaving his room of opportunities to fall shorter and shorter, until finally he was backed into a corner. One weapon after another began to mark upon the elven body. He would find a spear impaled into his gut, though he kept fighting. A sword strike against his back would cause a retaliation of a decapitation of another troll. Stabs in the arms and legs would result in another few more trolls to be added to the pile of bodies.
Boen knew the outcome of the ordeal, and he knew good and well what was to occur as he stood upon the battlefield, his armor tattered and torn to the point of no redeeming it. Two spears sticking out of his back, and one jabbed in his gut. Sword marks pressed on different parts of his skin as he stood upon a mound of bodies. Boen simply grinned as the mass amount of trolls continued to pursue him, eager to drive their teeth into his dirtied skin; taste the flesh of the elf before them. âRhillia..â He uttered lowly, speaking in Thalassian as he peered over the trolls. âUpon the first glimpse of the light, I need you to dive under the water. Stay down and hold your breath for as long as possible..â Boen stated as he continued to peer forward, watching as the trolls enclosed upon him. He had not wished for his friend to take witness of this side of him; the way he fought and took command upon the battlefield. He never wished for any of his friends to see this..the way he looked so natural, so fierce and a monster that was set on a path of destruction and carnage. This is what he hid from so many, the killer that was truly him.
The creatures started their persuit once more; though this time Boen lowered his weapons. Letting them slip from his grip as they collided to the ground and sunk into the mud. As they approached, he could feel their hands coming to settle upon him; though by the time they would come to notice the trap, it would be too late for them to retreat. Boenâs armor started to smoke, his leathers burning from the inside out as his eyes remained closed. His skin felt like hot coals under their grips; only to be hidden by the warmed leather upon his body. A smile slowly crept along his lips as his eyes came to open and the once fel green hues were nowhere to be found. His eyes gone, as a smoldering eye sockets peered forth. His gaze looked like the fires of hell as they smoldered like a mixture of hot coals. The skin upon his body beginning to crack as his form took on a greyish tone; and where one would usually see blood spill forth would see like hot coals settling under his skin as he grinned that devious smile. âBoom..â He uttered lowly to the trolls as their hands began to slip away; attempting to flee as the muddied grounds would keep them at bay.
A giant flash of light would be seen from miles away as the Rogue expelled the heat from his body, letting the warmth coil against the mound that Rhillia had resided in before she ducked down under the water. Boenâs armor was the first to be disintegrated as the fleeing trolls were the next to be caught in the blast of energy. Their bodies being suspended in what looked to be like time had come to a halt as the inferno fires of his body surged forth. The muddied grounds turned solid as the mud would harden at the surface. The fires creating an inferno that captured all those within a radius of the source, decimating all life within seconds as the trolls perished within moments. Their bodies being scaled instantly to dust, leaving nothing behind as the light would finally come to dim.
Boen stood there; practically naked as a few remaining strands of under cloth some clung to his form. Smoldering and slowly burning away as he would peer about. His Hearthstone lay against the now dried muddied ground, slowly reaching downward for it before making passage to the mound. Boen gripped hold of the seared branches, yanking them out of the way before diving his hands under the protected water. Rhillia would feel his hands grip upon her dirtied form; yanking her free from the soil as she would peer up to her savior.
A smile crept upon his lips, seeing his friend safe; and thankfully not turned to dust like the others around them as he placed the Hearthstone within her palm. âGo..â He uttered towards her. The woman would come to see the man before her, the color drained from his form as he held a gray tint about his form. The look of exhaustion settled upon his form as he pulled free from her. She had heard stories of what would occur, of the man that would perish and die..only to be reborn again. âGo Rhillia!â He yelled towards her; taking his final steps away as he watched her grip upon the Hearhtstone.
The magic coursed through Rhillia as she would be teleported to safety, bringing her back to the Great Seal so she may be able to find aid. Boen simply watched as her body dematerialized in front of him; leaving him to rest as he carefully fell to his knees. He didnât wish for her to see what came next, he didnât yearn for her to ever see what occurs when he drained himself completely. His eyes closed as he sat alone, always alone in moments like these as he felt his consciousness slowly beginning to fade from him. Slowly the skin began to lift from his body, looking as if small particles of fiery ash began to pull from him. His body being broken apart slowly as his gaze would open and lift upward. He could see the fiery spiral of his body floating high and into the air as he accepted the fate. The sound of drums could be heard in the distance as the trolls began to persuade the source of the light; though by the time they reached in? Boen would be gone. His body continued to break apart further and further until he looked like nothing more than a translucent being; each move of his body would cause further decay as he peered his head forward. âTill I awake once more..â He uttered lowly. The man closed his eyes; slowly falling forward as his body collided with the ground; the remainder of his form erupting into thousands, upon thousands of fiery particles; soaring high into the air before vanishing completely. Those that came to search? Nothing would be left behind as the man had vanished from the realm of the living.
