The Shadow's Final Days

[Celene Raventear]

Celene woke up inside the inn, her head heavy and hurting, she had long been fighting alongside her friends in the alliance, and she gladly took one on the head, if it meant keeping her friends alive. She sits up in the bed, looking towards her Sister, who were still fast asleep. Atleast she will be safe for now she thought to herself, as she started to adorn her armor, easily getting the armor around her body.

She moved downstairs where her friends always gathered, looking into each and everyones eyes, she moved towards the bar, ordering something to eat and drink, cautiously laying a few platinum on the counter-top.

As she was handed the food and beverage, she took it, nodding in respect to the barmaid, and moved to a table, she sat down to eat.

As she was finishing eating, taking the last zip of water from the stein, a cold chill ran through her, making her shiver openly, she looked around cautiously, trying to see what would have given her that chill.

A few moments pass, and the chill returns, this time, she is at her feet, and looking around, even more intensely, a wind started to blow inside the inn, taking on in force, knocking tables and chairs over, Celene barely able to withstand the force.

Soon a portal is revealed, the portal she had tried to open for a long time.

She moved towards it, drawing her blades, as she didn't know what would await her on the other side, her eyes glued to the port. She saw some movement in the far distance of the portal, coming closer, she started to backpedal slowly, holding her blades ready, taking on her combat stance awaiting the figures first move.

As the figure got closer to the portal, it's an iron clad person, the size of a barbarian, it's arms easily the size of her friends Tulkus' thigh, the body compact and full of strength.

As the figure steps through the portal, it's seen as a male barbarian, easily in his late 80's, early 90's. He collapses to the floor right infront of Celene.

Celene stood for a moment, trying to judge whether he would be a threat or not, finally moving towards him, she turns him over, his eyes bloodshot, his armor slashed heavily, if you could even call it an armor now, then she notices something about him, she looks under his right eye, the raven crest of her tribe apparent, she lets a single finger run over the crest, then a finger over her own.

Seeing the crest, she closes her eyes, her body tensing up, starting to shake sharply, before she unleashes it all, in a single punch to the floor, breaking the beam she hits into. in two pieces, tearing it clear of the floor DAMN YOU FYRONAX her voice filled with grief, anger and bloodthirst I will get you back for this, killing the last survivor of my tribe. She raises her head, looking into the portal, her eyes burning with intense hatred and rage, Fyronax, I'm coming for you, I will make you pay for this atrocity, this is the last time you will cross my path

As she says those words, she doesn't think nor wait, she bursts into a run, running through the portal. She stands at the edge of it, looking around carefully, trying to orient herself, she sees nothing but a clearing in a forrest, she looks over her shoulder, back through the portal, looking to see if anyone would have the courage to join her.

She should not have moved her gaze from the treelines, not long after she looks into the inn, an arrow flies, lodging itself in her shoulder, making her drop her blade, and fall to her knees. As she looks up, a female steps forward from the shadow, holding a bow. Her laugh deep and resounding through the trees.