(More genious brought to you by ShadowStrike and myself. d: )

I let myself get too close to his other arm as I jumped aside and was back-handed away. I landed heavily on the other side of the room. He stopped for a moment. Darin grabbed the cut on his arm and looked at the blood on his hand. "Hmph, I will not allow that to hapoen again."

"Where is Syrce?" Reo the Elder looked around and could not find Syrce anywhere among the Reos or the bodies of the dead.


--Miles Away--

Syrce was outside a large building, two felguard stood at the entrance. The blood elf quickly dispatched both of the with a quick whip of the enchanted chain he carried. He entered the building silently. Only a few more gaurds stood in his way as he marched down the elongated corridor but he picked them off just as he'd done with the others. The look of a scrupulous serenity never left his face. He knew what he'd come to do.


Syrce was one who had been tempted by the Burning Legion. It had been Reo the Elder himself who had tried to many thousands of years ago to recruit the young blood elf, or High Elf as they were known then. Syrce was a theif and murderer and being tried for such incriminations the same day he was recruited. From then on, Syrce worked as a spy for the Legion opening various portals here and there for the demons to enter Azeroth. He was never caught though. Then, Reo the Elder found him again and turned him against the Legion. And now, he'd come here to finish off his master, Dalion.

He stopped at the last doors at the end of the hall and pushed them open. There in the grand room, Dalion sat of a throne made of pure fel magicks that matched the demonic fire most demons were fueled by.

"So my failthful servant returns to me," Dalion mocked. He sighed. "You are quite brave coming here. Did your friends send you here like the pawn he raised to be?"

"I came here on my own will. No one controls me anymore," said Syrce gruffly.