The Battle At The Aheral Gates

[DruinsBane 240]

The Duel of Lightning and Death

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=LlyH2kGXDCg

 

 

As the skies of gray shattered clouds roll and churn with the sound and visuals of thunder and lightning, two lone figures march across the mud swollen ground. Two high elves spattered with the blood and filth of their trek, Sul'irrin citizen of the Silver city, and upon his back sprawled out is a broken and battered Laureh'thill, Okarir'indor of the Mali'aherel. Approaching these tired and weary travelers board the gate.

 

 

A fell cloud of smog swelling at the portcullis, lapping and engulfing the stairs, a slender figure emerged, cloaked in the veil of smog that envelops the entrance to the Silver City, two blinding lights peering out. A roar of word's emanating from the individual.

 

"Prepare thy-selves, for the kindred of Malin shall embrace death this day!"

 

 

A lone figure emerges, Sul'irrin child of the Mali'aherel, waves his arm back, electricity rippling through the air, tearing it asunder, a bolt of lighting forming at the tips of his fingers, and with an ark of his hand he sends it screaming down upon the fell being.

 

Erupting in flames the fell figure was vanquished, but for how long, but one thing was sure the Mali'aherel had a new hero and his name was Sul'irrin.

 

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[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"There was a battle?" Art looks out the window of his home in lin'ame, he saw and heard nothing the whole time, how odd.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.