As she roused, Lah finally recognized the voice slithering up at her through her hearth stone.
Warzen!!
Shaking out the cobwebs from her sleep encrusted mind, Lah touched her stone, and sent back. “I do not know HOW on this earth you could rouse me. What need is so great that you could not let me slip away, Warlock !!??"
“Cooommeeee, I shaaalll pull you to meeee. The waaarrrr, all areee neeededdd,†was his only reply.
A cold icy touch dragged her from the comfort of her bed, and she appeared before a host of Nyxian riders somewhere in the Black Rock Mountains, Warzen standing at their lead.
“RIDEeeee!†was his only order, and ride she did, following the war band.
It was not long before they were confronted with the body of the Kingship, the King himself at the head. And it was nearly over before it even began; one moment her healing touch keeping her comrades alive, the next moment curled unconscious on the ground. The last thing she recalled, before appearing in the shadow world, was King Hinik moving toward her, with what looked very much like a skinning knife clutched in his hand.
Asarelah spent much time in the shadow world, watching the King’s riders. She saw the Kingship's might arrayed before her, also supported by their comrads from Riders and Republic.

They milled about here and there, first gloating over Warzen’s cold corpse.


Then finally the host came to rest gathered around her still, cold unresponsive form.

Touching her heart stone, she sent word: "My hide has been taken... by the King himself...."
















