Naxxramas Chapter 7 : A Revelation
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mindcrackloveIt's back and better than ever!(Not Really. Just Average). Naxxramas, and I, are back after a long break due to, none other than testing and laziness. Mostly tesing*cough*laziness*cough* What? Anyways, ON WITH THE SHOW(WRITING)!
The General was sparkling with energy. Zisteau pulled a sign, seemingly from air, and held it like a shield.
“When did you learn to do that?” Arkas asked holding his sword high.
“Stormwind isn’t only compiled of guards. They have wizards too. May have taught me a thing or two.” Zisteau smirked as the sign changed colors.
“Nice.” Avidya said to Zisteau from his other side.
The General was just looking at them, arms crossed in disapproval, “We gonna fight or you just gonna gawk at your magical friend?”
“Let’s dance.” Zisteau growled as he and The General circled. Eventually Kurt and Pause joined the circle and it expanded. Avidya and Arkas joined soon after.
“This is SO cliche but, YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!” Zisteau shouted as he barreled forward, sign in hand.
Pause held his bow as Millbee decided, better fight to survive. Millbee raised his sword above his head and danced behind The General. The gray haired, tuxedo suddenly dissolved into billowing smoke.
“Oh, but Zisteau, I will get away with this.” The wind hissed.
Zisteau spun around, batting at the wind, “We have an elite group of-”
A scoff sounded next to Pause, who swung madly at the air, “Elite group? Hardly. I would say they’re from the softest, squishiest clan ever.” Zisteau snarled, tusks shimmering with golden light.
“General! You have no place in this world! Naxxramas is going to be destroyed by us.” Zisteau shouted, body becoming engulfed by the light. Something tapped his shoulder making his reflexes go haywire and swing his sign behind him. He hit something solid.
A gasp sounded as the General appeared, clutching his shoulder, “You think you’ve got me. I beg to differ!” He swung his right arm shooting a stream of fire at Zisteau. Using the sign as a shield, he held it out in front of himself making the flames route to his sides.
“How’re you still alive!?” The General cried. Kurt lowered his sword as realization dawned on him, “Zisteau is. Zisteau is a General of the same power to this man.” Kurt pointed at The General, whose hands were held out, pushing the fire forward.
Zisteau’s eyes fired up, smoke billowing from his snout. The bones rattled in his chest and his hooves stamped against the hard stone, “You may be General of The Wasteland. But I, Zisteau. Am General of The Stormwind Guard!” Zisteau pushed his sign forward, pushing the flame farther past himself.
Sweat dribbled off his face as he got closer, “Think about what you’re doing!” He shouted. The General’s face was strained, “What? What am I doing that’s any different from what Blame has done.”
“You still have a chance to be good. You have the chance to come with us back to the clan and join us. General. We’re an accepting community! Just give up!” Zisteau pressed on until the sign was directly in front of the General’s hands, snuffing out the flames, “Consider my offering.” Zisteau said calmly, baffling the group of people.
“Never.” The General choked out. He brought his hands up to Zisteau’s throat, lifting him off the ground, “Zisteau. You’re too naive. You think I’ll just join you without a fight!? You’re wrong! I serve one! And that one! Would kill us all if we stopped.”
Zisteau gripped the fingers that were curled around his throat. “Let him go.” Kurt’s voice boomed. His brown tail was swirling behind him and his ears were flicking up and down.
“I’ll only ask once more. Let. Zisteau. Go!” Kurt growled, sword raised high above the General’s hands.
“I’d rather die.”
“Your funeral!” Kurt swung down quickly and strongly. His hit was unexpected. A loud clang rang out and Kurt fell back. As did The General and Zisteau. Smoke puffed off the trio’s hands.
“What the hell!?” Millbee shouted. Pause shrugged and looked to Avidya and Arkas who shared the look.
“Hello Pause. Need an explanation?” A new voice appeared behind Pause. He turned his head slowly to the familiar voice.
“Etho.” Pause turned to face the silver-haired man. He could see the smile through his mask.
“But, but you’re dead?” Pause stammered. Etho nodded, “I can’t object to that. But I think you’ll find I’m quite happy here.” Etho hung his arm around some other solid mist. In the mist, purple eyes appeared. Brown hair and a clean cut beard.
“Pause. Meet-”
“I know. Nebris.” Pause gaped at the pair, “Explanation time.”
Etho clapped and Nebris smiled, “The General’s ‘clash’ caused a sonic boom when Kurt swung down harshly. The boom caused a small spark which ignited on Zisteau over there. But that General. Is quite special. He is magical AND fire-resistant. The mages have taught you well, General Zedsteau.”
“It’s Zisteau to you.”
“Whatever you say Zed.” Etho smirked and Zisteau frowned at The General who was struggling to crawl to safety. Arkas planted a foot onto his back and struck him down, “The General has offered you a deal so we won’t kill you. Consider. It. Quickly.” Arkas pressed down harder.
The General gasped, gray hairs plastered to his face with sweat, “Get off me… Please!”
“Not until you give us the answer you want!”
“Yes! Yes! Ok!” The General exclaimed. Arkas released his foot and glared at The General, “We’re going to have these ghosts watch you y’hear? Anything goes wrong, we’re gonna know about it.” He pointed directly at the General’s chest.
“Fine. Fine…” The General said defeatedly.
“Earlier you said you were under some other Master. Before you join, answer me this. Who?”
“The Lich. His name is Ander ZEL. He’s probably planning our demise this very second.”
“I highly doubt that General.” Nebris said, phasing through Millbee who shivered.
“What do you mean, Nebris?” The General inquired of the slightly shorter man.
“You know about my gift. I can see him right now. He’s…” Nebris stopped, closing his eyes with a look of concentration.
“He’s outside some sort of townish camp area.” Pause’s face fell as did the other members of the Mindcrack clan.
“Does there happen to be a big red and white tent in the middle?” Millbee asked.
“Yes actually, how did you-?”
“That’s the home of the Mindcrack Clan. Oh god… We need to get back there, NOW!” Pause shouted, readying himself to slide down the golden banister as the stairs started dissipating.
Kurt followed quickly after and so did the others, sliding down, one after another.
Pause took off at full sprint and Kurt felt around how he liked running on his feet and hands like an animal. It fit his current state and he was faster than ever, leading the charge.
“What’ll we do when we get there?!” Kurt questioned of the sweating indian.
Pause glanced at the brown wolf running beside him, “I don’t know.”
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The General was sparkling with energy. Zisteau pulled a sign, seemingly from air, and held it like a shield.
“When did you learn to do that?” Arkas asked holding his sword high.
“Stormwind isn’t only compiled of guards. They have wizards too. May have taught me a thing or two.” Zisteau smirked as the sign changed colors.
“Nice.” Avidya said to Zisteau from his other side.
The General was just looking at them, arms crossed in disapproval, “We gonna fight or you just gonna gawk at your magical friend?”
“Let’s dance.” Zisteau growled as he and The General circled. Eventually Kurt and Pause joined the circle and it expanded. Avidya and Arkas joined soon after.
“This is SO cliche but, YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!” Zisteau shouted as he barreled forward, sign in hand.
Pause held his bow as Millbee decided, better fight to survive. Millbee raised his sword above his head and danced behind The General. The gray haired, tuxedo suddenly dissolved into billowing smoke.
“Oh, but Zisteau, I will get away with this.” The wind hissed.
Zisteau spun around, batting at the wind, “We have an elite group of-”
A scoff sounded next to Pause, who swung madly at the air, “Elite group? Hardly. I would say they’re from the softest, squishiest clan ever.” Zisteau snarled, tusks shimmering with golden light.
“General! You have no place in this world! Naxxramas is going to be destroyed by us.” Zisteau shouted, body becoming engulfed by the light. Something tapped his shoulder making his reflexes go haywire and swing his sign behind him. He hit something solid.
A gasp sounded as the General appeared, clutching his shoulder, “You think you’ve got me. I beg to differ!” He swung his right arm shooting a stream of fire at Zisteau. Using the sign as a shield, he held it out in front of himself making the flames route to his sides.
“How’re you still alive!?” The General cried. Kurt lowered his sword as realization dawned on him, “Zisteau is. Zisteau is a General of the same power to this man.” Kurt pointed at The General, whose hands were held out, pushing the fire forward.
Zisteau’s eyes fired up, smoke billowing from his snout. The bones rattled in his chest and his hooves stamped against the hard stone, “You may be General of The Wasteland. But I, Zisteau. Am General of The Stormwind Guard!” Zisteau pushed his sign forward, pushing the flame farther past himself.
Sweat dribbled off his face as he got closer, “Think about what you’re doing!” He shouted. The General’s face was strained, “What? What am I doing that’s any different from what Blame has done.”
“You still have a chance to be good. You have the chance to come with us back to the clan and join us. General. We’re an accepting community! Just give up!” Zisteau pressed on until the sign was directly in front of the General’s hands, snuffing out the flames, “Consider my offering.” Zisteau said calmly, baffling the group of people.
“Never.” The General choked out. He brought his hands up to Zisteau’s throat, lifting him off the ground, “Zisteau. You’re too naive. You think I’ll just join you without a fight!? You’re wrong! I serve one! And that one! Would kill us all if we stopped.”
Zisteau gripped the fingers that were curled around his throat. “Let him go.” Kurt’s voice boomed. His brown tail was swirling behind him and his ears were flicking up and down.
“I’ll only ask once more. Let. Zisteau. Go!” Kurt growled, sword raised high above the General’s hands.
“I’d rather die.”
“Your funeral!” Kurt swung down quickly and strongly. His hit was unexpected. A loud clang rang out and Kurt fell back. As did The General and Zisteau. Smoke puffed off the trio’s hands.
“What the hell!?” Millbee shouted. Pause shrugged and looked to Avidya and Arkas who shared the look.
“Hello Pause. Need an explanation?” A new voice appeared behind Pause. He turned his head slowly to the familiar voice.
“Etho.” Pause turned to face the silver-haired man. He could see the smile through his mask.
“But, but you’re dead?” Pause stammered. Etho nodded, “I can’t object to that. But I think you’ll find I’m quite happy here.” Etho hung his arm around some other solid mist. In the mist, purple eyes appeared. Brown hair and a clean cut beard.
“Pause. Meet-”
“I know. Nebris.” Pause gaped at the pair, “Explanation time.”
Etho clapped and Nebris smiled, “The General’s ‘clash’ caused a sonic boom when Kurt swung down harshly. The boom caused a small spark which ignited on Zisteau over there. But that General. Is quite special. He is magical AND fire-resistant. The mages have taught you well, General Zedsteau.”
“It’s Zisteau to you.”
“Whatever you say Zed.” Etho smirked and Zisteau frowned at The General who was struggling to crawl to safety. Arkas planted a foot onto his back and struck him down, “The General has offered you a deal so we won’t kill you. Consider. It. Quickly.” Arkas pressed down harder.
The General gasped, gray hairs plastered to his face with sweat, “Get off me… Please!”
“Not until you give us the answer you want!”
“Yes! Yes! Ok!” The General exclaimed. Arkas released his foot and glared at The General, “We’re going to have these ghosts watch you y’hear? Anything goes wrong, we’re gonna know about it.” He pointed directly at the General’s chest.
“Fine. Fine…” The General said defeatedly.
“Earlier you said you were under some other Master. Before you join, answer me this. Who?”
“The Lich. His name is Ander ZEL. He’s probably planning our demise this very second.”
“I highly doubt that General.” Nebris said, phasing through Millbee who shivered.
“What do you mean, Nebris?” The General inquired of the slightly shorter man.
“You know about my gift. I can see him right now. He’s…” Nebris stopped, closing his eyes with a look of concentration.
“He’s outside some sort of townish camp area.” Pause’s face fell as did the other members of the Mindcrack clan.
“Does there happen to be a big red and white tent in the middle?” Millbee asked.
“Yes actually, how did you-?”
“That’s the home of the Mindcrack Clan. Oh god… We need to get back there, NOW!” Pause shouted, readying himself to slide down the golden banister as the stairs started dissipating.
Kurt followed quickly after and so did the others, sliding down, one after another.
Pause took off at full sprint and Kurt felt around how he liked running on his feet and hands like an animal. It fit his current state and he was faster than ever, leading the charge.
“What’ll we do when we get there?!” Kurt questioned of the sweating indian.
Pause glanced at the brown wolf running beside him, “I don’t know.”
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