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--Fountains of blood, was what the state of Emperos was built on, even after its rehabilitation, people remember the wars, remember the revolution, and remember the blood elves descending upon them. The people of Emperos are strong they are the heart of the race of man, even the 7 holy cities don't hold a candle to the bravery of the people; their patience and their stubbornness, may history never forget them or may they be lost beneath the rise of an even more accomplished Nation.(Text from the Book of Emperos)---
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Rain was falling hard on the city of Taran, a man was moving through the very thin alleys his objective was unknown to the five men who were sneaking behind him .They knew very well what their target was capable of, but their eyes were peeled watching and moving carefully, his highness personal squad; the Unlimitets handpicked for the specific mission, no failure would be tolerated their lives were on the line. The man entered an alley on the road ahead losing sight of their target only meant trouble.
The squad quickly rushed after him, his sudden move has alerted them. He knew that he was being followed, but he chose the wrong alley. Sako the squad's leader knew the city like the back of his hand, he lead himself to a dead-end. 'There won't be a better chance like that'' Sako screamed to be heard through the sound of this heavy rain that plundered the city.
His presence did not go unnoticed; he was expecting them, but he was all alone. Sako shivered. It was not far-fetched the scenario where he noticed them and was leading them slowly to a trap were …no. Sako didn't even finish up his though it had to be done. Those were his orders and he wouldn't dare go against them. There was no point trying to figure out the location of the revolutionaries, the least they could do now was bring back his head. He was facing their way when the squad entered the alley, he looked sharp but somehow still tired, his eyes was that of a man who have been to numerous battles and came out alive every time but every time it would chip at him. Those hazel-blue eyes were seeing through them. The man took of his hood revealing those craggy characteristics that were on every wanted post around the city of Taran. ''Silran my friend'' Sako said following it with a welcoming gesture, the man stood unmoved by the motion, '' don't you think it's time for this to end? Just one word is enough to end our people's suffering; surrender''.
Silran laughed loudly, that made the squad alert, it was a sound they did not expect from a man completely outnumbered ''Oh Sako, you don't know me at all, all these years you served beside me. Have I taught you nothing? ''He said shaking his head in disbelief hiding a mocking smile.
''Now you have your own squad, serving as a blade of a corrupted king''
'' You think, his majesty would choose me for this task if I didn't know you enough? You would die only to fulfill an old ideal''. Sako countered.
''Yes it is old but it is still alive'' Sako shook his head realizing that there was no talking him into surrendering.
Sako's hand trembled as he drew his sword praying his squad wouldn't feel his hesitation. His squad followed his example, they had no idea who this man was they were too young to remember; the man that stood before him was the blood thirsty beast Silran, discipline of Sorakin and a warrior of old, the ways of elemental techniques were engraved within him. He was the hero on the battle of Sacrament. A legend, their only bet was the fact that he was old and very much so, standing on 250 years of age and the fact that he most likely could not keep up with 5 young extremely talented soldiers.
They circled around Silran, like wolves after their prey, but Silran did not make a move, he only observed. The attack was sudden just a reflection of the moon upon the water gave away a deadly attack, and two crowd protectors fell, with blood gushing from their mouths and their cut throats. Sako quickly realized that speed was not effective; they were outclassed. He gave a signal to the rest of the squad, who immediately split up running towards their opponent converging from opposite directions.
Silran blocked one attack just above his shoulder coming from behind, making a complete twist both in the wrist and in his waist, the second attack came from bellow just on his left, with a sleight of hand he pulled out a knife to stop the attack before reaching his liver. Sako took a second before going and delivering the final blow, but Silran stepped slightly to the right pulling along with him his restrainers he caught the blade under his armpit . Silran took advantage of the panic that followed unlocking his blade from his earlier block, he headbuted Sako fiercly whilst pushing him aside with a kick and drove his blade forward, Sako fell to his knees, surprised as he watched the sword buried inside his chest. His eyes glittered from the heavy rain above, his dead body fell with noise splattering water all around, the two remaining members of the squad looked terrified while their lives called forfeit by the man standing above them.
The first one fell without much resistance as he was reaching towards the last man, the man made an attempt to flee , Silran reached out and grabbed him by the back of the neck, lifting him at least twenty centimeters above the ground, he turned him so that he can look at him. ''I have a message that needs delivered'' and he turned his eyes toward the fallen members of the squad, as the man turned his eyes to follow the sight of admiration , his fear paralyzed him as he took in the scene, his team members were all dead, the years that were put into training .
The sweat and blood that were spilled to forge them into an unstoppable squad, all gone to waste. They now lay dead on a dark alley on the lower realms of the city. He looked the blood covered man before him his hazel eyes now full of pain; he did not enjoy what he just did. ''It seems to me you are the only one capable for the job and the moment''. He paused, trying to calm himself after fighting for his life a moment ago, but his grab did not relax not even for a moment .''Tell your King that his last days are at hand, the true successor is coming. ''He let go. The soldier fell into a paddle of water, he quickly regained his footing and he started running like his life depended on it.