Griffonclaw sealed the package, feeling a coldness as deep as the ice of Everlook inside him.
He had traveled from the Altar of Storms to a small garret in Stormwind, and waited.
He had known that someday this information would be useful, since he had heart Catrionae's account of her initial attack, when they had first sought her for sacrifice. He had traded favors with Elias Trias for weeks for the address.
The rogue was still asleep; it was the equivalent of morning for him, a time when all decent citizens were retiring for the night, extinguising candles and lamps.
Griffonclaw stood there in the darkness, staring down at the rogue. Doombringer was naked in his fist, the demonic shadow energies of the blade pulsing in the shadows like a malignancy in time and space.
He weighed. He considered. And then he raised the blade to guard position, and thrust home, burying the mithril alloy into Gaaron's chest, cloth and skin parting almost effortlessly, bones snapping under the unclean blade as a hot knife through ice. The blade howled softly as it fed, tendrils of nothingness seeking the life therein, and draining it... utterly.
He severed Gaaron's head, and packaged it for delivery to Keruptis, writing "First payment on account". It was the first soul that Griffonclaw sent to be damned in the Twisting Nether, but it would not be the last.
Tomorrow, Keruptis would need a new spy and assassin in Stormwind.
He had traveled from the Altar of Storms to a small garret in Stormwind, and waited.
He had known that someday this information would be useful, since he had heart Catrionae's account of her initial attack, when they had first sought her for sacrifice. He had traded favors with Elias Trias for weeks for the address.
The rogue was still asleep; it was the equivalent of morning for him, a time when all decent citizens were retiring for the night, extinguising candles and lamps.
Griffonclaw stood there in the darkness, staring down at the rogue. Doombringer was naked in his fist, the demonic shadow energies of the blade pulsing in the shadows like a malignancy in time and space.
He weighed. He considered. And then he raised the blade to guard position, and thrust home, burying the mithril alloy into Gaaron's chest, cloth and skin parting almost effortlessly, bones snapping under the unclean blade as a hot knife through ice. The blade howled softly as it fed, tendrils of nothingness seeking the life therein, and draining it... utterly.
He severed Gaaron's head, and packaged it for delivery to Keruptis, writing "First payment on account". It was the first soul that Griffonclaw sent to be damned in the Twisting Nether, but it would not be the last.
Tomorrow, Keruptis would need a new spy and assassin in Stormwind.
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