The night air hung heavy with anticipation as Urdn'Varn stood at the edge of a cliff, ever-ready to command his army.
His eyes glinting in the darkness as he scanned the path that led back to his past home. To him, it was a path soaked in pain, loss, betrayal, ...and blood.
The stars above danced in the sky as they glimmered dimly, veiled by the shadows of dark clouds that seemed to echo with his rage.. and tonight he knew, ..his vengeance would at last have its due.
As The Worgs, Goblins, and Wulvenvir prepared for the march on the Selûnite Temple, Urdn'Varn took a moment to reflect apon his past, ..to remind himself of all that was lost, and what he is fighting for.
The journey to the temple was one marked by silence, broken only by the rhythmic padding of clawed feet on the forest floor.
Shadows clung to Urdn'Varn and his pack, their forms blending seamlessly into the darkness of the night. Each step carried the weight of purpose, and each breath was filled with resolve.
The Worgs, mounted guy the Goblins, moved with deadly grace as their armored bodies glinted faintly in the moonlight as the Bugbears followed closely behind.
Beside Urdn'Varn, stud the Wulvenvir, proud and noble, for tonight.. they were more than men and women turned into mindless beasts, ..tonight they were Urdn'Varn's Warlords, and Sharran Soldiers.
Tonight they are symbols of Urdn'Varn's relentlessness and unwaivering faith is his goddess; Lady Shar, the Nightsinger, Mother of Shadows, and Lady of Loss.
As they approached the temple gates, Urdn'Varn paused, his wings unfurling to their full span under the twilight of the eclipse. He could feel Shar's power pulsing through his veins, like a dark comfort that spurred him forward.
As Urdn'Varn took off ff into the skies, he let out a Draconic Roar that shook the trees like Thunder, and sent the nightbirds scattering as he led his pack from the cover of the forest, his Wulvenvir leading the charge.
One moment, the Selûnite guards stood watch in the stillness of the darkened night;
the next, they were engulfed by the fury And fangs of Urdn'Varn and his army.
On a night that made even the Selûnite's holy lanterns seem dull, a war waged on in the darkness between the Sharrans of the Upperdark Forrest and the Selûnites who had taken refuge in the once forsaken forest of Zahlhara. As the echos of chaos filled the air as the Worgs lunged from the shadows, fangs bared ready to pierce through flesh and steel. Urdn'Varn's new blade,
(–A Kobold sized Kuanrebian-Dao he forged out of the Selûnite's weapons–),
..sang like a silver bell as it cleaved through the armor and bones of the Selûnite guards.
His movements where fast and fluid, wielding resemblance to the dance of death, creating a bloody massacre, honed by years of pain and rage, for on that night..,
No mercy was given, for none was deserved.
Within moments, the outer defenses fell, leaving the temple's heart exposed.
Blood pooled on stone floors, as the screams of the echoed through sacred halls. Urdn'Varn pressed forward, his eyes blazing with cold fury. This was his moment.., his chance to reclaim the home that had been stolen from him so long ago, to end the lives of those who had twisted his fate.
As they pushed deeper into the temple, Urdn'Varn's heart pounded as Memories flooded back to his mind. He could remember his mother's gentle smile, the warmth of the hearth in his cabin,
... And the moment Syllel's blood stained his hands.
With a heart fueled by vengeance, Urdn'Varn and his army forced their way to the heart of the temple grounds, focusing only on the task at hand. As Urdn'Varn burst through the temple doors, he saw him..., the elder who had charmed him, and forced his hands to murder his adoptive mother.
The man's face was lined with age, but his eyes still held that same cruel glint.
Time seemed to freeze, and Urdn'Varn's vision began tunnel, twisting his breath ragged. The charm's lingering presence stirred in the he back of his mind, gnawing at his heart as it grew ever colder.
He clenched his fists tightly against his weapon, feeling the sharp sting of his claws sinking into his palms.
With a guttural snarl, Urdn'Varn cast the spell *Hold Person* upon him, and the elder's body went rigid, like a statue carved of marble, ..and when he saw Urdn'Varn immerging from the shadows, his eyes widened with terror.
Urdn'Varn approached slowly, savoring every step. "Hello dear Elder.., Do you, remember me?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous as he began dragging his claws across the man's cheek. "Do you remember, ..What you MADE me do!?"
The elder tried to speak, to plead, but his mouth was frozen by fear. Urdn'Varn traced a claw along the man's face, leaving a thin trail of blood. "You and your Selûnite followers.. took everything from me." he whispered, his voice filled with an icy calm that belied the storm within.
"So Now..., I Will take everything from you..
I swear, by the end of this night you will all feel the wrath of the pait that I've endured!"
Urdn'Varn said as he peeled away the elder's skin layer by layer
Slowly and methodically Urdn'Varn cut away the mans flesh, each slice holding a reminder of the pain he had endured at the Elder's hands., and as the Elder's screams filled the air, they blended seamlessly with the howling of Urdn'Varn's army outside, creating a symphony of suffering.
A sound that brought Urdn'Varn and his followers much joy, and when the man finally succumed to his wounds, Urdn'Varn then offered the man's flesh, blood, and pain as a offering to his beloved goddess, Shar the nightsinger, his voice ringing through the darkness as he offered prayer to his goddess, while the Worgs devoured what remained of the fallen Selûnite soldiers.
One by one, Urdn'Varn hunted down the remaining elders. Some fought back, their spells cracking through the air, but none could match the fury of the Worg Pack. Each was captured, each was made to suffer. The temple halls ran red, and the forest beyond echoed with their cries. It was a reckoning long overdue and finally, ..paid in full.
When the last elder fell, Urdn'Varn stood amidst the carnage, his chest heaving from laughter as is pack gathered around him.
Finally after three long years, he had reclaimed his past, avenged his mother,
and forged a new future from the ashes of the old, as this was only the beginning.. for his work was far from done, and neither was his the fate Shar had bestowed upon him.