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From the goblin's sudden disappearance, Eleven's arms swung around itself as it stumbled forward. Angered, it jumped up and reached for a second dagger with its left hand. Normal mages couldn't possibly teleport very far that quickly, especially under pressure. Altherion's minion spun in a circle to search the room, refusing to look at its master. He would be unimpressed, it thought, if it chose to balk at him rather than continuing the order. The situation would escalate undesirably if Lixxel were to warn the guards, so time was of the essence. "Little goblin," it sang, "don't run."

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The magic of Altherion's eyes flared with his anger, and despite his attempt at stealth, he shouted at his Minion. "Find her. Now!" Eleven would feel the room begin to burn with a sudden chill, icy winds circling Altherion. If Lixxel was still among them, she may be caught in his remorseless winter. The blood, pooling on the floor, began to ice over.

Meanwhile, the Dwarven innkeeper frowned. The Goblin had gone upstairs a few moments ago, without even purchasing a bed. And now, there was all sorts of commotion emanating from the bedrooms.

With a huff, she made her way up, only to be risen in an asphyxiation spell. She tried to scream, but her throat was snared with unholy chains. Altherion let her drop, being speared on his sword. As he growled at the dying commoner, Eleven might wish to avoid such an end for itself.

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A burst of arctic air rushed by Lixxel's robes. She was able to blink around a corner to the balcony just as the Death Knight's rage grew, but her invisibility spell was wearing off. The Goblin had to make a run for it.

It wasn't until she had dashed to the railing that she saw how tall it was compared to her. She jumped to grab the top but wasn't able to pull herself up. Wind blew at the short robes not meant for the Northrend weather. Ice from within the inn slowly followed her, the floor freezing over. She tried to jump again, but slipped instead. The thump to the wooden balcony caused the spell to wear off. Her head snapped around to look at the angry Death Knight and his minion just in view inside. This was it. She had to...

Moving to her knees, the Goblin began to pull arcane energy toward her to cast a frozen spell at the first person to come her way.

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Eleven raised its arms to shield its face from the winter. Its armor was made to help protect against the cold, but even then the bite of winds seeped into the openings and chilled its bones. The minion was trained to not show fear, even against its master. It continued its search through its arms, ignoring the death of the commoner.

A thump came from outside and it made eye contact with the now visible goblin. "Found you." It stepped toward her, then began to run, but the winter hindered its range of motion with each step. Eleven switched both daggers to one hand and made it within a few feet of the balcony before the mage's spell hit. A bolt of ice hit against its chest, stopping its momentum. It was surrounded with frost and any heat beneath the minion's armor was gone. The next step was the most difficult one. In a single motion, Eleven grabbed a handful of knives from its hip and swung them around, hurling most toward Lixxel.

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Lixx rose off her knees and put a foot up to kneeling position. She began to conjure an Ice Barrier from her hands extended in front of her, but one of the knives flew by and sliced her arm. She cursed and clutched the wound, not looking away from Eleven but not seeming to be able to cast either.

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Eleven pushed forward, sprinting toward Lixxel. It stepped onto the balcony and stood over the little goblin that knelt before it, taking in the feeling of dominance for once. Squatting down, It tried to yank Lixxel's hair back to tilt her head up to look eye to eye. The goblin's face and neck still bled from the cuts. Eleven's other arm rested on its knee, playing with the daggers. It wondered how she and Altherion seemed to know each other. In the next moment, it prepared for Lixxel to attempt another escape or attack, though begging would be nice too.

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Altherion discarded the Dwarven corpse, having thrown it aside casually. The body rolled down the stairs, plague maggots bubbling forth like a geyser. The inn was chaotic from the screams, sounds of combat, and leaking blood.

The Death Knight left his post at the stairway, tugging his hood up before standing behind Eleven as she held the Goblin. A slight movement of his hand, and the frost spells vanished, the only remaining ice clinging to Altherion's pet. The marching of guards began to rise beneath them, and as he looked Lixxel over, he frowned grimly. For a moment, he had considered releasing her. But then, having noticed Eleven was enjoying their dominant position, he commanded.

"Minion. End this filth."

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Granett walks into the inn, as he saw the blood oozing down the walls of the beds he couldn't help but appreciate the work . He began to walk towards to a keg and pops the cork open. A guard confronts him, "Sir, you need to leave." The Guard said sternly.

Granett chugged his tankard of ale down and sighs in satisfaction. The guard says again, "Sir you need to leave! There is a murderer on the loose!" Granett removes his hood and smiles at him. "I know. " Then he bites the guard in the throat.

((I'm not certain if this is acceptable or not , so feel free to message me on the corrections.))

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The Goblin did not attempt to escape or attack, but rather quietly stared ahead. There was a surprising lack of emotion in her eyes now. Perhaps she was still calculating or maybe she had given up. The chaos in the inn meant a possible savior could hear the commotion, but it wasn't likely anyone near would care much for the Goblin's fate. Her gaze traveled from Eleven to Altherion as he gave his command.

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Eleven growled at Lixxel's disappointing reaction. The hand that pulled her hair gave another hard yank before letting go and digging into her shoulder. It tightened its grip on one of the daggers, dropping the other to the floor. "Yes, Lord."

It pulled the goblin towards it while thrusting its dagger out. There was a little force resistance as it entered her flesh, but the minion leaned forward and sunk the blade into the her stomach. Eleven slowly rose from its squatting position, blade unyielding, to rip the wound upward. It finally grabbed its dagger with both hands and slashed upward before kicking her down.

It stood straight in satisfaction, peering down at the bleeding corpse of a goblin mage.

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Granett grinned at the puddle of blood that the four guards had made in their deaths. Large bite barks in their flesh made their blood spill like a fountain across the room. Blood was dripping from his face as he chuckled in delight. Now that his blood lust was slightly quenched, he was now curious about the person who came before him.

He sniffed the air around him to find where he or she may be. He grinned as he lowered his head from sniffing the air. "Fresh blood." He rushed towards the scent to find not only one , but 3 people. Seeing the goblin on the ground , he figures that the other two were the ones he were searching for. "Excuse me gentlemen, you wouldn't happen to be the artists of this massacre ,would you?"

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Altherion had eyed Lixxel with boredom even as she died before him. His gaze had then fallen upon Eleven, and he let out a deep sigh. "Mrn. That took entirely too long. Do not lose sight of a target again, Eleven, or you shall be punished." He had begun to lean down to collect the corpse, but paused as he heard Granett moving up the stairs.

The Death Knight rose slowly, having turned to look at the Worgen arrival. "What's this then?" He murmured, quiet and unamused. Granett would have felt that his greeting was met with an annoyed hostility. "Eleven, we may have another test for you." His hand had begun to reach for his temporary broadsword, when he heard the sounds of panic escalate and the guards moving faster.

With a hiss, he eyed the creature beside him. "I shall summon a portal, Minion. I want the guardsmen to believe this one is at fault for the corpses."

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Granett simply chuckles at the Death Knight, it is not unheard of for Death Knights to be cold towards others. "Now now, thats no way to treat people. Does someone need a nap?" Granett mocks with a smug grin.

"Tell me Great Death Knight...What is your purpose here? Do you kill without a cause or do you come here for her?" points to the goblin lying down before them. "seems to be a bit much to come here to kill a female. She give you the clap?" Granett grins at the Death knight blood still dripping from his chin.

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Eleven bowed its head as its master scolded. It underestimated the mage, but promised to not let it happen again.

As the worgen entered, Eleven picked up its second dagger ready to attack. It glared from behind Altherion, not liking this bloody weirdo questioning him and hoping to teach a lesson. But upon receiving orders, it stuck both daggers into the chest of the goblin and stealthed.

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For a moment, Altherion stood, caught up in the chaos, glaring in the opposite direction of Granett. His goal had been a few simple murders, to train a new Minion in the ways of stealth. And yet, here he was, being taunted by some lowly dog. He let out a growl in his frustration, before doing an about face. Now ignoring the others, Altherion focused on the bloodied balcony, stepping past Lixxel's corpse as he started to cast a spell. Unholy magic flickered on his hands and in the air before him, the Knight attempting to summon a Death Gate to Acherus.

Meanwhile, a small group of guards had begun to gather in the downstairs, having noticed the mangled corpses the Worgen had left behind. They lined up, men with pikes followed by men with shields and swords, with a Priestess behind them. The Alliance group wasn't the same as the one that had shipped out to combat the Vyrkul, but these were still hardened Soldiers of the keep. Regardless of the chaos upstairs, they began to ascend behind Granett.

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Granett smirked and shook his head. " You are a quiet type aren't you? Well I suppose it is true on what they say...The quiet ones are the killers. " Granett Nonchalantly walks around the Death Knight and his minion to pick up the goblin . He took the blades out of her chest and placed them in his pouch.

"You don't mind if I take her do ya? Waste not want want not, and all that." He winks at the Death Knight as he places her on his shoulder.

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A pop and hiss was heard coming from the top of the stairs inside. Guards waved and coughed as they tried to see through the smoke bomb. Eleven was attempting to stall them long enough for Altherion to summon his gate. It did its best to not be seen and payed little mind to the worgen so close to its master. It knew by the red staining his fur that he shouldn't and wouldn't give reason to stick around either.

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Sound crackled through the air, a few loose tendrils of magic appearing along with the death gate. Unholy magic burned a deep shade of purple, forming a gateway. As the vision before them shimmered, they would notice different shades of blue, black, and white. Specks of snow and frost creeped out onto their side, followed by the sickly sweet smell of death and plague. Altherion nodded at his work, then turned to eye Granett.

"You are but a man, cursed and weak, with a broken mind that fancies it belongs to a butcher's body." His gaze turned to the Worgen's shoulder, and the bleeding out corpse of Lixxel. He didn't seem to care who took the body, but he growled and looked back to Granett, annoyed at his presence alone. "You are living, and yet you claim the damned? The worst insult of this farce, however, is the amount you speak. True King willing, it will never happen, but if we do meet again, I shall have your tongue."

With a swift turn, Altherion entered his portal, a fizzling sound emanating from within as he appeared on the other side. His portal rapidly closed behind him, seemingly without concern for his Minion. It would have just enough time to follow its Master, if it was quick.

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Granett smirks as the Death Knight enters the portal. It was amusing to see one to be worked up over his words. He knows not what he meant of claiming to be damned, but he knew what he was. That was all that mattered.

Seeing how little the goblin mattered to him, Granett sighs as he tosses her down onto the snowy ground. If she isn't what he came for, what else is there? He sighs and ponders for a moment before making his leave. He begins to climb the inn making use of his strength and claws to head towards to roof before launching himself over the walls. As he flees many of the guards shout at each other while shooting arrows at him as he escapes through the forest.

A pity he couldn't find an ally today, perhaps next time he will find a use for the Death Knight. For now he hunts others hoping he will find other members for his goal.

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