Simplynefarious

 Six dead, five injured. With a small clan of less than fifty, the numbers were staggering. Shen'theran stared down into his water basin for the first time in years. He'd cleaned his face of course, shaved away the hair from his face, but he never looked at himself. Not since she disappeared. His once red hair had started to fade and had begun to turn orange. His once brown eyes had faded into a dark yellow. The near dirt color of his skin was starting to look dry and he had creases forming in his forehead and beneath his eyes. Efreen had given all of the Wild Elves their lives like the earth they lived on. It was not forever, but it was long

The fire began to die out as he heard the screams. It was like a flickering shadow, silhouettes of strange elves. They were pale, almost dead, as they burned and struck down all the adult males of his clan. Shen'theran had looked around for his mate. He cried her name and killed or questioned many from this odd clan, but the other reply was either hellish chuckling or screams that may have been her in his mind. A sharp crackle from the blaze in front of him awoke him from his memory. While one fire kindled to life, it was the fire in the elf's eyes that were dying out. Ever since that night he had given no real sign of emotion. Every fiber o

There is a sense of pride in being resurrected by the Vigil. And while some may falter, some may question, we will not. We will fight. Damned as we are the past means nothing. Now means everything. It is not who we were, it is who we will become. We are Guardians, we are the Pride of the Fallen!