#diore

Feeling the Yucatán

1810 Mob. Arte. Oksy. Diore

Emerging from the other side, Barirn looks around. Ashenvale was not as it once was. The war had done some serious damage to the forest. The trees were sparcer than they were before. Fewer animals and trents could be seen. The area he was in was hidden, still holding a bit of that magic the woods once held, but if the war continued...his secret would be exposed. Barirn looks down. At his feet, a small plaque in the grass, a small raised lump of greenery above it. The plaque reads “Diore Shadowwind. Sacrificed her heart to save the man she loved. Will forever be missed.” Barirn kneeled down and places his package, a bundle of long stemmed, black roses, on the plaque. The Night Elf looks down, reading the words on the plaque, then collapses on his knees and starts to cry. His face does not run with tears, but the emotion still strikes him like a sword driving right into his chest. Right into his heart...

CRACK! The noise reaches his ears, causing him to stop, stand and turn around. About twenty feet away, three Forsaken stand, rifles aimed right at Barirn. “Night Elf...” one of them, a woman with several patches of skin missing from her face. “This land is now claimed by the Banshee Queen. You are trespassing. Give yourself up n...” She is suddenly silenced by a spear of ice striking her head and knocking it off her shoulders with a horrendous ripping sound. The other two Forsaken look, then fire, though their bullets suddenly curve and join a vortex of cold air that starts swirling around the Death Knight. Barirn roars, then charges with an unholy speed, both blades drawn. The cold air rips at their skin before his blades rip at their chests, slicing through them like a knife through butter. Their bodies stand there for a moment before they both fall in half, dead once more.

Barirn stands there, looking at the three fresh corpses. This was not good. The Horde must be going deeper into Kalimndor, looking for anything of note. If these three could find Diore’s grave...shit, another thing on his plate...Barirn looks back on the plaque. He wanted to do everything he could to save her. But he couldn’t. Not right now. He lets out a sigh, before opening a Death Gate and stepping back onto Lady North’s ship.