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Urivial

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Urivial ran a palm over his face as he called his Sapphire Panther to him and seated himself in its saddle, urging it to begin the flight to Stormwind, and the portal in the mage tower that would transport him to the Dark Portal and to Outland beyond. The last few months had been more trying then his entire captivity, and he just could not live the lie anymore. His sister had left, Spymaster Spysprocket was in the wind, and the Dusk Watch was never truly his in the first place. He hoped it would continue on in his absence, but he didn’t truly expect it to. The officers had been disappearing for weeks, and so had several veterans. It seemed as though the Watch’s time might be coming to a close at long last.

He reached the first portal and found himself in the Blasted Lands. Breathing in slowly, he took in the scent of fire and brimstone around him, before urging his Sapphire Panther towards the large swirling green abyss that was the Dark Portal. Once through, he ignored the demons assaulting the other side and urged his mount to take him towards Shadowmoon Valley. The fighters at the Dark Portal may attempt to help him in his self-imposed task, and that he did not want.

Soon enough, the dark landscape, dotted with fel fire was beneath him. He made his way to the fortifications in front of the Black Temple, still covered in lesser demons with nowhere to really go at this point. He landed and shooed the jeweled panther away, before drawing his sword and looking it over one last time. He had forsaken it at first, feeling it to be tainted by his hands. But eventually he’d picked it up once more, realizing that it would always be his, always be the only weapon he needed. Grasping it with both hands he turned towards the demons and began glowing with the light, getting their attention quite quickly. Eventually they had all noticed him, and several had begun to charge. Normally he would shout at this juncture ‘For the Light!’ but no words escaped his lips. He was not doing this for the Light, and both he and the mystical power knew it. Yet as he charged at the line of demons, it stayed with him anyways, out of pity, or because it was demons he fought, he did not know. As he clashed with the first, he reflected that he didn’t truly need to know.

Hours passed but Urivial did not falter. Demon bodies littered the landscape, but he did not fall. They came one at a time, in twos and threes and fours and fives, but Urivial would not break against their onslaught. He didn’t really keep count, but he liked to think he killed at least a hundred before they backed off to rethink the situation. He was exhausted by this point, mainly only standing because of the light, which was using him more as a living conduit than he was using it now. Dangerous for his health, but it really didn’t matter anymore. He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked over the battlefield, frowning, wondering where the demons had gone to.

It was then that three portals opened several yards away from him, the size of each making sense when a demon 10 times his size stepped out of each. He hid a grimace behind a steely gaze of determination as he eyed his new foes. On his best day he may have been able to take one, or at least injured it enough to escape or force it into retreat. But he hadn’t had a best day in a very long time… and there were three of them to contend with. Still, he brought a hand up, and began to draw what power he had left from deep within his very being. He’d already discovered hidden wellsprings today, most likely gifted to him by the Light coursing through him. He gathered some, but not much, in the end though, it did not matter. With a roar, finally breaking his silence he thrust his hand forward and shot a beam of energy at the demon on the left. Then he leapt forward into the fight.

Urivial lay broken on the ground. The light had said its farewell and gone from him, and he hoped that it found new champions to carry on its work. The demons stood over him, barely injured, though his first attack had pierced the shoulder of one, and that one looked incredibly pissed at this point. It reached down to pick him up, but he wasn’t about to have that. Grasping the bottle at his belt he pulled it up and held it out in front of him as if to ward off the demon. For a moment the demon even reared back in surprise before peering at the bottle and chuckling, moving down once again. Urivial just curled his lips upward in a smile and with the pop of his thumb opened the Bottled Fire. His last thought before he died in the ensuing blaze was that he hoped the demons died as well.

((Sorry this is a bit late, unsure if there's anyone left here who even cares but here it is.

I miss quite a few of you more than I ever thought I could, even those I didn't get along with at all well.

If you want to ever talk, feel free to add my battle tag: Cambrian#1861.

If you already have my realid/battletag, poke me whenever for a conversation.

Consider this my official goodbye to an amazing community, server, and website that has been there for me the past 3 years more than I can ever express.))

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Urivial ran a palm over his face, contemplating his course of action. He would shortly be heading to Stormwind where he could take the portal in the Mage Tower on his journey to the Dark Portal and Outland beyond. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he let loose a sharp whistle. Moments later Blueberry landed in front of him, four powerful clawed legs touching down onto the snow of Don Morogh as the sapphire panther turned to look at him with knowing yellow eyes.

He reached the first portal and found himself in the Blasted Lands. Breathing in slowly, he took in the scent and taste of fire and brimstone around him, before urging Blueberry towards the large swirling green abyss that was the Dark Portal. Once through, he ignored the demons assaulting the other side and urged his mount to take him towards Shadowmoon Valley. The fighters at the Dark Portal may attempt to help him in his self-imposed task, and that he did not want.

Soon enough the dark landscape dotted with fel fire was beneath him. He made his way to the fortifications in front of the Black Temple, still covered in lesser demons plodding around. He landed and shooed Blueberry away, before drawing his sword and looking it over one last time. He had forsaken the weapon at first, feeling it to be tainted by his hands; eventually he would pick it up once more, understanding that the blade was as much a part of him as his armor or his goggles.

Grasping that sword with both hands he turned towards the demons and began glowing with light, attracting attention. Eventually they had all noticed him, and several had begun to charge. Normally he would shout something like ‘For the Light!’ at this juncture, but no words escaped his lips. He was not doing this for the Light, both he and the mystical power knew that.

Hours passed, his muscles began to ache but Urivial did not falter. Demon bodies littered the landscape and weariness seeped into his bones, but he did not fall. They came one at a time, in twos and threes and fours and fives but Urivial would not break against their onslaught. He didn’t really keep count, but he liked to think he killed at least a hundred before they backed off to rethink the situation. The Light held him up, seeping through his body and using him to carry out its will.

Several yards away from the exhausted paladin three portals opened up, the middle one large enough to be ominous, with two smaller portals accompanying it. Urivial looked to the portals warily, gathering what strength he could in this moment of respite. Out of the floating doorways poured a uncountable multitude of imps! The evil little creatures spread out in all directions, encircling Urivial as he stood there panting. They did not attack directly, instead chanting lowly in what could only be demonic. The hordes fell silent as out of the center portal stepped a grotesque creature, obviously some mutated form of an Imp. Its beady eyes focused on Urivial and a sneer spread across its ugly face before turning into a wicked smirk.

Urivial hid a grimace behind a steely gaze of determination as he eyed his new foes. On his best day he may have been able to take all of these imps and even their disgusting overlord. At the very least he could have escaped the hordes, imps were not known for the intelligence. However, Urivial had not had a best day in a very long time. Straightening up, Urivial set his mouth in a firm line as he reached within himself and drew up every ounce of energy he had left. The Light answered his call and he felt a surge of adrenaline wash through him giving his tired body one last wind. He watched the Imp Lord glare and suddenly thrust his staff forward, yelling a demonic battlecry that sent the imp hordes surging forward.

Urivial lay broken on the ground. The light had said its farewell and gone from him, and he hoped that it found new champions to carry on its work. His life had been long enough, though short by most standards. He liked to think he had done most if not all of what he set out to do. The forces of evil were less for his existence and with that thought he was truly at peace.

The Imp hordes lay dead around him, less than a tenth of their number still alive at the end. The Imp Lord had stayed back and now it stepped forward, confident of Urivial’s defeat. The filthy creature reached down to grab at Urivial, its fat diseased hand moving towards him. The broken nail of the Imp Lord’s thumb scratched lightly against Urivial’s breastplate before the paladin reacted. Grasping the bottle at his belt he pulled it up and held it out in front of him as if to ward off the demon. For a moment the Imp Lord even reared back in surprise before peering at the bottle and chuckling, moving in on him again. Urivial just curled his lips upward in a smile and with the pop of his thumb opened the Bottled Fire. His last thought before he died in the ensuing blaze was that he hoped the demon died as well.

((I rewrote this because the first version was hasty and pretty lame. Hope whoever reads this enjoys it.))

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