The Dark Serpent

From RavenholdtWiki

(This is the original concept for Tenev, and has been on the backburner for awhile)

The air pressed into his frame, its cold and chilly feel sent shivers down his spine. Wincing ahead, he sensed all was not right with the world, a quiet calm felling the usual nature inhabited area known as Stonetalon Peak. Looking down at his daggers, he frowned to see that their facets had not held poison for quite some time. Opening a small leather satchel, he brought a small piece of linen cloth and two vials of poison out from their confined home. Placing the vials of poison to his mouth, he tightly grabbed onto the stoppers with his teeth, pulling them out to release the poison within. Placing the cloth under the poison, he begins to soak the cloth with the green fluids. Training has lead him to do this rather quickly, dabbing the concoctions onto his blades, the onyx colored metal taking on a subtle green hued appearance.

Smirking and nodding, he placed the vials and cloth back into his satchel, latching the small bag shut. Placing a hand on a nearby tree, his body began to fade out of plain sight. While his body was hidden from the outside world, his senses weren't, a faint smell of ash, wood, and blood was intoxicating to his sense of smell, overpowering the elf rather quickly.

Shaking his head he quickly whispered under his breath,

"The smell of warfare falls upon Stonetalon tonight."

Lightly moving towards a small pillar of smoke rising in the distance, he made sure not to make too much noise as he came upon a scene of carnage. Around him lay the corpses of many Brothers and Sisters of Cenarius, their dryad like shapes twisted and charred into unrecognizable heaps of flesh and smoldering bone. Kneeling down, he placed two fingers on a femur of one of the corpses, its surface still warm to the touch.

Frowning, he looked around for clues to the killers, a faint glow being seen amongst many pillars and statues of ivory and marble. Slowly working his way towards the illuminated area, he kept all his senses in check, even unbuckling his helm, placing it at his side.

There was a sense of struggle back there. The bodies were spread out... the footprints on the ground showed there was a decent fight.

Thinking to himself, he looked around to see a rather poorly equipped mage sitting near a small camp fire, his tusks lightly surrounding a hide flask that was touching his lips.

A troll, Tenev thought to himself. Smirking, he slowly steps towards the mages flank, stopping when his sense of hearing alerted him to another presence. Stepping back, he winced as he saw a packet of leaves compress into the ground. Two footprints lay near the mage, a large grin appearing on Tenev's face.

A rogue as well? This shall be rather interesting. Grinning, he moves towards the mage, slicing at an accessible tendon, the troll crippled. Staying in shadows, he watched the rogue frantically move around, an incoherent language being uttered from his unseen target. Tilting his head, he recognized the low grunts and aggressive tongue to be that of Gutterspeak.

The undead rogue would have a quick death. Their friend helplessly looking on, he thought to himself, moving towards the direction of the rogues voice. The rogue came into view rather quickly, her form hidden near a tree stump that was at their make-shift camp. In his right hand, his dagger points towards the rogues back, the blade contacting her skin, piercing quickly. Her head turns around in a sight of pure terror and shock, her yellow eyes wide as she saw Death himself. Twisting the blade, Tenev ruptures several of her internal organs, the rogue slumping over as the light of the world fades from her, her actions haulting, her life ending. Turning towards the mage, he notices the "sapped" state has all been eliminated, the mage beginning to recite a fire spell.

One quick glow, and a fireball hurls towards Tenev, it contacting his chestpiece with force. Burning some of the cloth where the fireball contacted, he continues his path towards the now fleeing mage, his blades thirsty, ready to appease Elune for the suffering the two Horde had caused. Distracting the mage, his painted face turns around as powder hits his eyes, the troll shouting, yelling something in his native tongue. Tenev readies the dagger full of Mind-Numbing Poison, slashing it across the mages chest. The troll continues to flee, trying to freeze the elven rogue in place, Tenev merely avoiding the Trolls defensive manuevers. Finally, his blade contacts the now trapped mage, the poison beginning to take effect. Once again, the hands of his foe begin to glow, but it was already too late for the horde. The mage slumps near a tree, his eyes growing heavy, his speech and thoughts slurred. Losing conciousness, Tenev finishes the mage off with a bleed effect, the blood slowly escaping the trolls body.

Kneeling down, Tenev smirks as he looks at his blades.

"These two were too much of a hassle, psh, they even made my weapons dirty."

Shaking his head, he leans over, ripping some cloth of the mages attire, polishing his weapons as he places them back on his belt.

(Any grammatical errors, or anything of the such, I apologize. Its 3am.)

(Anyways, have a good day all!)