McIan
Journeyman
"I thought it was you and now I know," Scar stated, standing some ten paces behind and slightly to the left of his mark. He had his blade out and shield readied, but not necessarily to attack this time.
Magnus turned to face him, hands empty. "You have me at a disadvantage old friend. Strike if you will; it will be your one and only chance," he calmly replied, opening his arms wide.
"I did not come here to kill you but neither will I die by your hand. I want to know what happened to you; I can see for myself you are not what you once were."
They were standing in front of a structure called "Castlemare" one of several that had recently been built in the area of Sanctuary. Clearly, the design of the building was of gargish design - stately but, at the same time, mysterious. Magnus was preparing to enter it when Scar accosted him.
Magnus pulled back the hood that covered his head. When he did, he thought he heard Scar draw in his breath. The decaying flesh drooping from his mouth and chin contorted into a toothy grin. Twin red pinpoints of ethereal light glowed from eye sockets remaining focused, unblinking, on the man who stood before him. "I am not. Much has happened which is none of your concern. Suffice to say, your own father is responsible though not alone. I am cursed and undead. Does this frighten you?"
Scar shook his head. "No. I have seen in my life the worst of the worst. I am only surprised that a good soul as you had could be so perverted... though I am not surprised who is responsible. You are a Death Knight, in service to him."
"Not in service though I do maintain a bond of sorts. I am in service to another, and she is nearby, perhaps even moments away. You cannot defeat the both of us, wolf man. I advise you to go while you still may. Be prudent and survive."
Scar looked about him and sniffed the air. His ability to detect unusual odors was fading slowly. He could only smell the scent of death upon Magnus; all else was masked. He felt a bizarre pang of pity. He knew this man for a long time and knew him to be honorable, virtuous, an aspiring paladin of note. Now he reeked of the tomb, one who was torn, ravaged by evil, and perhaps given over to it. "What do I do with you, Magnus? You have broken my heart. If I tell Itannar and the others what has become of you, it will break theirs. Can I help you my brother?"
There was a labored stillness. Magnus looked away and then to his bony hands. "I don't know, friend Scar. I don't know if I want you to." He looked up suddenly and glared. "Go now! Tell them nothing. Leave us be! I will seek no harm to you if you go away and never see me again! Find your own way in this life if you can. Hold tightly to she whom you love; she is worth suffering anything is she not?"
"That and more," Scar admitted.
"Then you know my own mind and I accept it as gladly as would you. Flee now. She is coming and she will not spare you."
Scar sheathed his kryss, sighed, and turned away walking slowly back to Sanctuary, deliberating knowledge that would surely bring only pain and sorrow if shared.
Magnus turned to face him, hands empty. "You have me at a disadvantage old friend. Strike if you will; it will be your one and only chance," he calmly replied, opening his arms wide.
"I did not come here to kill you but neither will I die by your hand. I want to know what happened to you; I can see for myself you are not what you once were."
They were standing in front of a structure called "Castlemare" one of several that had recently been built in the area of Sanctuary. Clearly, the design of the building was of gargish design - stately but, at the same time, mysterious. Magnus was preparing to enter it when Scar accosted him.
Magnus pulled back the hood that covered his head. When he did, he thought he heard Scar draw in his breath. The decaying flesh drooping from his mouth and chin contorted into a toothy grin. Twin red pinpoints of ethereal light glowed from eye sockets remaining focused, unblinking, on the man who stood before him. "I am not. Much has happened which is none of your concern. Suffice to say, your own father is responsible though not alone. I am cursed and undead. Does this frighten you?"
Scar shook his head. "No. I have seen in my life the worst of the worst. I am only surprised that a good soul as you had could be so perverted... though I am not surprised who is responsible. You are a Death Knight, in service to him."
"Not in service though I do maintain a bond of sorts. I am in service to another, and she is nearby, perhaps even moments away. You cannot defeat the both of us, wolf man. I advise you to go while you still may. Be prudent and survive."
Scar looked about him and sniffed the air. His ability to detect unusual odors was fading slowly. He could only smell the scent of death upon Magnus; all else was masked. He felt a bizarre pang of pity. He knew this man for a long time and knew him to be honorable, virtuous, an aspiring paladin of note. Now he reeked of the tomb, one who was torn, ravaged by evil, and perhaps given over to it. "What do I do with you, Magnus? You have broken my heart. If I tell Itannar and the others what has become of you, it will break theirs. Can I help you my brother?"
There was a labored stillness. Magnus looked away and then to his bony hands. "I don't know, friend Scar. I don't know if I want you to." He looked up suddenly and glared. "Go now! Tell them nothing. Leave us be! I will seek no harm to you if you go away and never see me again! Find your own way in this life if you can. Hold tightly to she whom you love; she is worth suffering anything is she not?"
"That and more," Scar admitted.
"Then you know my own mind and I accept it as gladly as would you. Flee now. She is coming and she will not spare you."
Scar sheathed his kryss, sighed, and turned away walking slowly back to Sanctuary, deliberating knowledge that would surely bring only pain and sorrow if shared.