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The Seige (Faldanis' Account)
The day of the invasion...
“Where is Lianna!” demanded Faldanis, bursting through the door, short cloak whipping behind him.
Lunith started, losing her place as she tried to account for all the various children of House Suncrown’s retainers.
“By the well! Do not do that to me Faldanis!” she hissed, hand over her heart. “She was at the North tower last I knew, or she should have been anyway. I’m glad you’re here though, I’m to take the children to safety, now come along.”
Faldanis reeled back as though struck. “The North tower!? That’s near some of the heaviest fighting! I’ve got to get to her!”
Spinning on his heels, Faldanis prepared to burst back through the door, but was drawn up short, almost jerked off his feet as Lunith grabbed his cloak.
“I think not young man. There is little you can do for her now but get yourself killed, I’m sure your father has her well in hand. Now get over there with the rest of the children!”
Bristling at being called a child, Faldanis made as though to step further into the room, but suddenly released the clasp of his cloak and bounded out the door, out of Lunith’s grasp. She rushed to the door, but he was already gone, vanished...
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Faldanis rushed through the forest, near the path but not on it, slowing down and swinging wide to avoid the many fights that ranged all across Quel’Thalas. He yearned to help the hard pressed elves, but a deeper need burned in his heart. He rushed on, encountering signs of the Scourge more and more often, narrowly avoiding being found and he rushed towards the North tower.
The shadows of the day were growing long by the time he made it to the tower grounds. He felt in his bones that Lianna was still alive, but it had been close to an hour since he had seen another living elf. He couldn’t resist a shudder of revulsion though, thinking of the dead elves he’d seen roaming in the company of the Scourge. For all that the area was surrounded though, it seemed that a pocket of resistance still fought at the belabored tower. Arcs of power and thunderous explosions ripped at the sky, the eerily quiet undead falling in droves. However, the occasional scream, cut off quickly though, attested to the fact that the undead were not the only ones falling.
Faldanis worked his way silently up a tree, till he was over the heads of a group of milling corpses, then, taking a deep breath, hurled himself across the intervening space to the broken tower wall, cutting his hands as he scrambled for purchase. Dropping to the ground inside, he rushed to the sound of the heaviest fighting, the front gate. He almost collapsed in relief when he saw his sister, standing beside his father, throwing what minor spells she had out into the throng smashing at the ice wall standing where the gate used to be.
“Lianna! Father!” cried Faldanis, rushing over to the pair. Lianna looked up, her face brightening upon seeing her twin alive and well. Luthe’ral glanced at him briefly, but turned back to complete his spell before rushing over to meet his son, calling down a hellacious pillar of fire that continued to burn his enemies long after the mage turned away.
“Faldanis!” stormed Luthe’ral “What are you doing here! Now I’ve both my children to worry about! By the well what am I going to do with you both?!”
Grasping his children by the shoulder he pushed them roughly into the interior of the tower, though the open archway and away from the flying magic and weapons. Inside, where the reek of decaying flesh was replaced by the heavy scent of incense, he looked gravely at the twins.
“My children.” He began solemnly. “I don’t know how we came to this point, and I wish that we had more time, for there is much that I wish to say to you.” He paused and looked back over his shoulder, as a great explosion cracked the ice wall nearly in half. “Time, though, is not something we have much of. Know that I love you both. Promise me that you will take care of each other.” He looked back and forth at them and they nodded silently. Meanwhile, the Ice Wall shuddered, and broke apart as two horrible abominations, creatures sewn together from bits and pieces of the fallen pushed through, swinging great cleavers and cutting down elven mages to their left and right.
“There is no time for more…” and with that, he reached quickly into his robe and removed two faintly glowing stones, placing one in each child’s hand. Intoning a command word, pulled back, and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ once more before turning and beginning to cast towards the open door. The last thing the twins saw before their vision was filled with a magical green light, was fire bursting forth from their Father’s outstretched fingers, ripping into the chest of one of the onrushing abominations...
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