Snippet #2086782

In his small room in the Temple of Malakath Inglip knelt beside the altar that once held Frostmourne. Without the Runeblade cooling the room with it's unnatural power it had gotten considerably warmer. Sweat beaded down the nape of the elf's neck as he muttered his prayers to the Dark Lord in the darkness of his room. While his prayers were meaningful his mind was elsewhere. Still at the Grim Forge replaying the events of the destruction of Banatrix. He could still feel the blade in his hands. Still smell the scent of sulfur from the molten lava in his nostrils. Then the return of his Master. The majesty and pure power of Arktorius' return filled him with pride. He felt so honored to have been able to serve his Lord in this great feat. Though he had been promised a reward the only gift he would have asked had already been granted. The privilege to serve The God of Death. It was then that the room took on a deathly chill and Inglips blood seem to slow to a crawl in his veins as the fear gripped his heart. The light from the candles dimmed as the room was invaded with darkness. Inglip took in a shuttering breath of excitement as his mind made the connection. His master had come.

"Inglip..."

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Meanwhile on the road an assassin sat in the dirt, his hand running through his jet black hair in frustration. They had failed, they had failed before they had even begun. So distracted by false dangers put before them by the Old Gods they were unable to stop the advancing sword. Banatrix had been shattered and their foes released. Atherea had already trembled in their wake. Now hope was all but gone for how can a group of mortals hope to stand against the will of the Gods. How can any of them hope to survive what was to come? They had all already distinguished themselves as enemies of the Old Gods, hoping to hide from them or stay out of the conflict was not an option open to any of them anymore. His icy gaze flicked up to Caylim who was still standing nearby. Contempt seethed in his glare. "She brought me into this. Her and her blessed family. Damn the Gods, damn all of them! The Old and the New. They brought this upon us. Their war yet we are the ones that have to pay the price. We are the ones who have to suffer while our world crumbles around us. This is all because of them..." He brooded within the confines of his mind. He looked away from her sullenly and hung his head in disgust.