Nyx

Otok stood by the fires in Goldshire. Human corpses and alliance bodies lay scattered around him and several others of the Nyx tribe. Otok looked around still very wary of the oncoming onslaught of soilders. He and his fellow tribe members had turned this once peaceful alliance town into a war zone. The bodies of the underseasoned and the ones caught unprepared were not sparred. Otok could not yet hear the hooves of the Stormwind armies as of yet. He looked to his brother Bazzak and smiled an evil toothy grin. "Like old times huh?" He said in a casual manner. n Bazzak looked back toward him and returned the smile wih a pound on his chest. "Good old ricky would have hated to miss this. To bed he got thrown into prison. Heard he is losing his mind to." Bazzak laughed.n Otok grinned "Well.." Otok was suddenly interrupted as the rogue Marxaine came up behind them. Otok turned and looked at the blood elf covered in head to toe in dark leather, his two daggers hanging at his sides doused in deadly posions. The blood elf did not remove his mask nor stand straight up. He looked at the orc making a few hand gestures before disapearing again. n Otok grabbed for his mace and shield. He looked to his brother who was already issuing orders to his demons. Bazzak stood tall and wore dark orbs. There seemed to be a constant green aura around his armor. Bazzak smiled as he pulled his hood back over his face. A fear tactic he used, upon seeing the hood the enemine might not find him to be of this world. When they paused to question how to defeat Bazzack they found themselves burnt to a crisp from his fel fire.n Otok looked away from his brother as he held his mace tight. He prepared himself in the center of town. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the blood elf paladin known as Photonia. She was tall and beautiful for one of her race. She caught him look at her and smiled with an evil grin. Otok shuddered. She was not one to be toyed with in any fashion. Otok often found himself thankful she healed him and not against him.n Finally Otok looked up to see seven alliance members heading towards them, Otok grinned malicously. As they got close they dismounted, there were three night elves, two humans, and two gnomes. The humans were both warriors, one night elf stood out as a druid and the other two were priestesses, the gnomes were both magic users. Bazzak began the fray lighting a gnome on fire and sending his demon for it. Marxaine joined in quickly as well, putting a dagger in a night elf priest watching her fall to the ground he slipped back into the shadow. Otok grinned as he looked to the skys begging the element of fire for power, his hands glowed a fiery red as he launched a lava burst at the chest of one of the warriors. The warrior to concentrated on the charge could not move away quick enough, his body flew back from the impact leaving only burnt peices of bone. Otok had no time to revel in his kill the other two warriors were upon them. Otok looked to the skys and asked the spirit of wind for a favor..the warriors were no longer upon him they were being pushed far back away from him.n Bazzak laughed heartliy as his felhound began to eat the second gnome pinning it to the ground and sucking the magic from him before Bazzak found the mercy to end the gnome's life. As the warriors gained there heads back and found where they were they immediately beagn a second charge. Unfortunately Photonia and Marxaine were quicker. A quick blow to the head from behind left a warrior down, Photonia stood over him grinning. "Foolish men".. with that she took her hammer and put it down straight upon the warrior's head bursting it like a melon, the blood got on her armor and as she looked at it a look of disgust came over her face. "Damn it this will never come out."n The third warrior and the last priest soon realized they were the only two left. The last warrior stood and began to back peddle his fear apparent from his quivering. The three turned looked at him smiling. The priest tried to make a run for it but did not get far, Marxaine appeared before her smiling as he stuck his blades into her stomach.n The warrior back peddling began to turn and leap into full run when he was struck with a magical stun effect. The party walked toward the warrior all smiling slightly. As they surrounded him Otok approached the warrior and spoke to him in common tongue.n "You know what we want don't you?" he said smiling.n The warrior looked up at him and shook his head no, the fear stealing his voice. Otok laughed and produced a small flame at the tip of his finger. He whispered to it then blew it towards the warrior's exposed forehead. The flame floated towards him and struck him in the center of the head leaving a burn mark with insignia of the Horde. Bazzak laughed as did Marxaine. Bazzak strode forward spoke some words in a language no one understood and the insignia began to glow green.n "Now go home weak one, and let your head show who owns you." Otok said laughing as the party called for their mounts and exited.

Still behind unknown to the Goldshire raiders, Pain sits on top of a hill, legs crossed, hunched over, his red bandana, that as seen as many battles as he as, waved in the wind. nnHe heard heavy greaves climbing the hill, as they stop in front of him, he heard words of demand, "Lay down your weapon and surrender to the Alliance you filthy undead!" Pain slowly looks up, pulling his back from a hunch to a straight position, looking at the commander with dead, lifeless eyes. At Pain's stare the commander grabbed his hammer, "By the Light you will be slain!" As the hammer starts falling on the undead, the paladin falls on his back, and a polearm seemes to be sticking on his neck. nnPain leans over and brings his face to the human, and a deep voice that chilled the very bone of the paladin spoke,"I'm already dead...." At those words the massive undead stood tall above the ignorant paladin, "But your time has come." Pain's foot pressed on the blade part of the polearm, as if it was a shovel that he just started a new project so did he start a new battle. Slaying the paladin did more than just get ride of one annoyance, it brought many. As the head rolls down the hill and Pain loots the body, He sees a small group of about 4 people at the bottom of the hill... Pain sighs and he throws a bomb at the ground dispursing them and to get the first jump, tearing right through a hunter, his pet sat there and looked in awe at the undead as it killed it's master in a matter of seconds, the Warp Stalker disappears and never returns. nnThe undead warrior shot a angry glare at a night elf priest and the priest obtains a shadowy aura around him, the elf yells, "PAIN!" to simply cast the spell ,Shadow Word Pain, yet he got more than he wanted, Pain was immediately next to the elf's body, the spell seemed to have no affect on the undead... the priest gasps and his ears are cut off and his heart is cut OUT of his stomache, in fact it was behind his back, on the end of the polearm, but the elf didn't know this, he died as soon as the warrior's weapon and the heart made contact. The other 2, a druid and a fellow warrior turned and ran for Stormwind. Pain looted the bodies and walked up to the top of the hill again using their weapons as a fence so he would have no unwelcomed guests...