Snippet #916638

This was it. Victory was within reach, so close he could taste it. Nhil's face was set in a mask of cold determination, nothing would stand in his way. He watched with held breath as the dark elf struggled to ward off the empowered remnants and smirked. How the mighty have fallen...he thought with a sigh. It was something to behold, the normally collected general flailing about and flinging spells with wild abandon with only survival in mind. Nhil quirked an eyebrow, thinking that the general might actually be making some headway against the dark skulls, but it was a futile gesture. One evaded her onslaught and struck the dark elf in the chest. His undead warbeast was gaining on his prey now, it's massive jaws closing around her form. It's over! The traitor is dead! I won-hm?

A sharp pain flowered in Nhil's neck. The next thing he saw was a fine spray of liquid crimson, and the ground rushing up to meet him. With his loss of focus both the remaining remnant and the massive warbeast burst into a cloud of gravedust, coating Diloxi. The rain turned the remains of the undead into a foul smelling mud against her skin. Nhil lay face down in the ruins of her tent, wondering what just happened. His neck streamed hot, steaming blood onto the ground and his vision blurred. A shudder rippled throughout his body, and then Nhil was still. In the rain, captain Nhil Derenthi drew his last breath. It was over, and the necromancer had lost. A single figure stood above Nhil within the rain, shaking the blood off of his wickedly curved blades. A messenger came running out of the gathered crowd calling for a the people to make way.

"M-Mistress Ebon! I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him once he saw the crowd...G-General Liu-Wen has arrived...oh my..." the young elf took in the scene, and immediately called for a healer. Shokunen's present for his little dark elf had been delivered.