"For Quel'Thalas! For the Horde!"
Biara's battlecry rang out, echoing off the stone passageways of the Shepard's Gate of Silvermoon City. She surged forward, Silvermoon Spellbreakers at her back as magic flared on her fingertips. Around the corner the delicate stone span that connected the roads of Eversong Woods to the gates of Silvermoon arched over a flowered garden. Amongst the beautiful blooming flowers and magically suspended flowerpots she could see glimpses of the enemy; draenei and kaldorei mostly, intent on winning the gates and entering the city.
The Magistrix reacted instantly, icy bolts of magic flaring outwards from her palm and slamming into the foliage and greenery of the gardens. Magical detonations of ice and razor sharp frozen shards spread throughout the lush view, and several of her foes stumbled from their concealment as the blasts drove them from cover. The Spellbreakers with her ran forward, intent on slaying or capturing the enemy even as they began to respond.
The Kaldorei closest to the Magistrix responded first, arrows flying up towards the defending Sin'dorei. Several Spellbreakers were struck, falling to the ground with shafts sticking from them as behind the main bulk of the foe a Draenei shaman began to chant, healing magic flowing on her fingertips. With a casual flick of her wrist Biara's counterspell took the creature's magic from her, silencing her healing in a heartbeat. The action was followed with a jagged lance of ice that plunged through the Draenei's chest and threw her dead into the garden behind her.
Biara hurled herself backwards as the Kaldorei took aim at her. Arrows whisked through the air around her, one actually flipping strands of her hair up as it passed inches from her face. The shafts embedded themselves in the wall behind her, the magic on them powerful enough to cut through stone. Biara stuck her hand out around the corner and sprayed icy magic across the opening, hoping to delay the foe as the roaring battlecries of humans began to be taken up in the garden below.
She turned to retreat, knowing she couldn't hold the gates alone when a solid weight slammed into her back. It was a cat of some kind, likely trained by the Kaldorei for war, and it plowed her into the wall and then into a heap on the stones of the Sheppard's Gate. Behind her Biara could hear the pounding footfalls of a men in plate armor as they rushed the opening, speeding past her to win the open space in Silvermoon proper while she was entangled with the cat.
Biara's anger bloomed and she let it flow through her, deadly cold magic blasting outwards. The cat was thrown from her, frozen to death before it could shatter against one of the nearby walls of the gate's passageway. The Kaldorei that had been approaching to finish her off was met in mid-stride by a frostbolt. Her dead body slumped to the paving stones before the gate, her blood frozen and unable to pool around the wounds Biara had given her. The Magistrix surged to her feet, ignoring the claw wounds she'd received from the cat as she frantically rushed into Silvermoon.
The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold. Human paladins and assassins, mixed with a few gnome and human mages and warlocks were slaughtering the Spellbreakers who kept order in the city. Even as she watched, an Arcane Guardian was struck with several spells, and one of its enchanted limbs was blown off in a massive detonation. There was little time for thought as she summoned magic to her, the thrill of the power she was touching overriding everything else.
They had violated her city. They had to die.
The two humans nearest to her didn't have a chance to understand they were under attack as they were frozen into solid blocks of ice. Lances of icy power struck each block, shattering the bodies of Biara's victims as she strode past them, uncaring of their fate. A human mage turned to hurl magic at the Magistrix, only to find her own magic abandoning her as Biara sucked it into herself. The Magistrix shuddered with obscene pleasure before using the human's own energy to cut her down with a bolt of frost.
By this time, additional Spellbreakers had rushed in, and the remaining melee fighters were quickly overwhelmed and beat down, taken prisoner by the guards. A few that tried to flee found the ground around them frozen solid by Biara's magic, preventing them from moving. As she watched the last of the human fighters getting cut down, Biara turned to see a gnome warlock lying against a wall, bleeding from several wounds. The little creature looked up at the Magistrix, a pleading expression her face.
Biara casually drew a wand from her belt, aimed and fired it point blank into the gnome's face, ending her life instantly.
She turned, surveying the scene behind her. Spellbreakers held two human males and one female between them, the prisoners struggling slightly. Around them lay many bodies of both Sin'dorei and invaders, the blood barely noticeable on the red stones of Silvermoon's streets.
A Spellbreaker looked to Biara questioningly as he held a squirming female assassin.
Biara looked at him and then at the devastation around them before responding. "Kill them all. They will be fitting tribute to honor the flame this year. Let all who enter our beloved realm learn the price for defiling it."
The sounds of blades striking flesh could be heard as Biara turned and walked causally back towards the gates to resume her vigil. Her face held no emotion, and she gave no thought to those that had died. The holiday was a bloody affair, and those who wished to defile the spirit of the flame in Silvermoon would learn a valuable lesson.
Before you could touch the fire, you first had to touch the ice.
Biara's battlecry rang out, echoing off the stone passageways of the Shepard's Gate of Silvermoon City. She surged forward, Silvermoon Spellbreakers at her back as magic flared on her fingertips. Around the corner the delicate stone span that connected the roads of Eversong Woods to the gates of Silvermoon arched over a flowered garden. Amongst the beautiful blooming flowers and magically suspended flowerpots she could see glimpses of the enemy; draenei and kaldorei mostly, intent on winning the gates and entering the city.
The Magistrix reacted instantly, icy bolts of magic flaring outwards from her palm and slamming into the foliage and greenery of the gardens. Magical detonations of ice and razor sharp frozen shards spread throughout the lush view, and several of her foes stumbled from their concealment as the blasts drove them from cover. The Spellbreakers with her ran forward, intent on slaying or capturing the enemy even as they began to respond.
The Kaldorei closest to the Magistrix responded first, arrows flying up towards the defending Sin'dorei. Several Spellbreakers were struck, falling to the ground with shafts sticking from them as behind the main bulk of the foe a Draenei shaman began to chant, healing magic flowing on her fingertips. With a casual flick of her wrist Biara's counterspell took the creature's magic from her, silencing her healing in a heartbeat. The action was followed with a jagged lance of ice that plunged through the Draenei's chest and threw her dead into the garden behind her.
Biara hurled herself backwards as the Kaldorei took aim at her. Arrows whisked through the air around her, one actually flipping strands of her hair up as it passed inches from her face. The shafts embedded themselves in the wall behind her, the magic on them powerful enough to cut through stone. Biara stuck her hand out around the corner and sprayed icy magic across the opening, hoping to delay the foe as the roaring battlecries of humans began to be taken up in the garden below.
She turned to retreat, knowing she couldn't hold the gates alone when a solid weight slammed into her back. It was a cat of some kind, likely trained by the Kaldorei for war, and it plowed her into the wall and then into a heap on the stones of the Sheppard's Gate. Behind her Biara could hear the pounding footfalls of a men in plate armor as they rushed the opening, speeding past her to win the open space in Silvermoon proper while she was entangled with the cat.
Biara's anger bloomed and she let it flow through her, deadly cold magic blasting outwards. The cat was thrown from her, frozen to death before it could shatter against one of the nearby walls of the gate's passageway. The Kaldorei that had been approaching to finish her off was met in mid-stride by a frostbolt. Her dead body slumped to the paving stones before the gate, her blood frozen and unable to pool around the wounds Biara had given her. The Magistrix surged to her feet, ignoring the claw wounds she'd received from the cat as she frantically rushed into Silvermoon.
The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold. Human paladins and assassins, mixed with a few gnome and human mages and warlocks were slaughtering the Spellbreakers who kept order in the city. Even as she watched, an Arcane Guardian was struck with several spells, and one of its enchanted limbs was blown off in a massive detonation. There was little time for thought as she summoned magic to her, the thrill of the power she was touching overriding everything else.
They had violated her city. They had to die.
The two humans nearest to her didn't have a chance to understand they were under attack as they were frozen into solid blocks of ice. Lances of icy power struck each block, shattering the bodies of Biara's victims as she strode past them, uncaring of their fate. A human mage turned to hurl magic at the Magistrix, only to find her own magic abandoning her as Biara sucked it into herself. The Magistrix shuddered with obscene pleasure before using the human's own energy to cut her down with a bolt of frost.
By this time, additional Spellbreakers had rushed in, and the remaining melee fighters were quickly overwhelmed and beat down, taken prisoner by the guards. A few that tried to flee found the ground around them frozen solid by Biara's magic, preventing them from moving. As she watched the last of the human fighters getting cut down, Biara turned to see a gnome warlock lying against a wall, bleeding from several wounds. The little creature looked up at the Magistrix, a pleading expression her face.
Biara casually drew a wand from her belt, aimed and fired it point blank into the gnome's face, ending her life instantly.
She turned, surveying the scene behind her. Spellbreakers held two human males and one female between them, the prisoners struggling slightly. Around them lay many bodies of both Sin'dorei and invaders, the blood barely noticeable on the red stones of Silvermoon's streets.
A Spellbreaker looked to Biara questioningly as he held a squirming female assassin.
Biara looked at him and then at the devastation around them before responding. "Kill them all. They will be fitting tribute to honor the flame this year. Let all who enter our beloved realm learn the price for defiling it."
The sounds of blades striking flesh could be heard as Biara turned and walked causally back towards the gates to resume her vigil. Her face held no emotion, and she gave no thought to those that had died. The holiday was a bloody affair, and those who wished to defile the spirit of the flame in Silvermoon would learn a valuable lesson.
Before you could touch the fire, you first had to touch the ice.
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