#glacigos

As if summoned by his words the violet crack of a Death Gate destroyed the almost silence of the room.  Battered wings flapped through the portal and a wheezing whelping crashed to the ground shortly after emerging.  

Hand reached out Glacigos tugged at the life energy of the youngling and pulled the injured child into his arms.  Cradling the bleeding whelp the frozen knight gingerly ran a hand over his scaled head. “It's okay, little one, you are safe now. Tell me what what happened?”

The infant dragon coughed before opening their eyes to his leader. “Glac~igos sir, it, was a nightmare. There was a Frost Brood, we thought it was you come home.  But they tore through the gates they attacked the Tallerions as he charged towards their crypt.”  Spitting up some blood the whelp’s life forced waned and he rolled his head.

Glacigos spread his fingers and pulled at the edge of death, purple mist seeped from the whelps nostrils as he hacked on the cold air breathing once more. “This dragon, what did he look like?”

“Oh~ sir it was a nightmare, the dragon, he looked just like you, a skeletal Blue, we thought you had come home.”  the fear was still written on his face as he recalled hell. “He went to the crypt and before we could stop him the fallen paladins ripped up the halls and started attacking everyone in sight.”

Panting gently the small whelping’s eye darted back and forth, “They, bit, and howled as skin, and muscle grew on them.  The scourge attacked us.  We did our best to stop them, but their were so many and their plagues even took us down.”  pupils shrinking the whelp opened his mouth one last time.

“When we all was lost and we were over run, he showed up.  A massive Black dragon ripped through the crypt and shot off into the air.” Turning in the death knight’s hands he meet Glacigos’ gaze.  “I am~ sorry Master.”  the youngling’s life force faltered once more before going dark.  

Body slack the Deathborn laid the corpse on the table near by.  “Brother, you found Tallerion.”  Lich blue orbs hung lazily on the floor, focusing on nothing.  Clenching his fist as the reality creeped in. “You waited until I left and destroyed the chapel, you killed my men, by forcing our allies to fight us.”  Frost began to consume the room as a chilling wind raced around the man.  “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

The pair took a moment to grip each other’s hand as the walked towards the room of the last undead Deathborn. Savouring their company as they ended a rare outing, it was the man’s birthday afterall.

A chill took over the halls and as the couple turned into the final corridor the source of the cold was obvious.  The room at the end of was clad in a thick wall of ice that began to strangle to walls like an avalanche.

Pushing on the door the raven haired woman gave Tallerius a concerned look. Seliaran turned back to face the wooden door trying to the knob more time. “Glacigos, brother... are you well?”

The entire wall shook with the roar of a dragon.  Cracks ripped against the the plaster before being blown back in a sudden pulse of raw magic.

Tossing his arms up the paladin shielded Sei with his back, taking the brunt of the blow.  The shrapnel deflecting off a shield of holy light.  When the dust settled the chasm before them was littered with broken walls of ice and furniture.  In the center of the destruction the lone figure stood and seethed in raw rage.  

“That bastard waited until I was gone, until I left my guard down!”  Eyes catching the paladin that shielded his sister his face narrowed.  “There is no time to waste, Chapel has been sacked, we have to go home now.”

“Sacked?  What do you mean?”  Tallerius’ was wrought with confusion, what was going on, why all the wreckage?

“A necromancer stormed the chapel and brought back the dead Tallerions.  Everyone in that tomb ran over the lands and slaughtered all there.”  Irritation growing as he sheathed the blade the frost knight regaining composure.

Eyes wide in shock Tallerius shook, his hands violently bounced as he gaped at the moment. “Every-- everyone? Father?”