Turgus: The Heart

[Turgus]

Hey guys, giving writing another go, so let me know what you think.

The two of them stocked through the cold snow drifts, the howling wind whipped snow particles across Turgus’s face. He moved the scarf up over his long nose in an attempt to keep out the driving snow. Behind him his companion the large green devilsaur Chomper seemed to be pretty unaffected by it, aside from the occasional snowflake that got into his eye, making him blink a couple times. The snow melted as soon as it hit his shiny green skin and then disappeared, blown away by the wind. Turgus grumbled under his breath, “Who’s darn idea was this anyways?”
He heard Chomper snort behind him, of course the big guy would think it was funny.

Chomper slowly walked up behind his troll companion, his big feet breaking though the crusty top of the snow with wonderful crunching sounds. Turgus glanced back at Chomper. Thankfully the driving wind would hide the sound of his devilsaur companion.

He went back to studying his quarry, further ahead of him the figure had disappeared down into a crevasse. Turgus knew that they were getting close to the valley, and soon they would be out of this driving snow. They slowly advanced through the snow drifts until they got to the crevasse. It had a fairly steep decent and was wide enough for Chomper to walk down thankfully. Turgus took the lead, carefully making his way down the snow covered rocks. He glanced back and watched as Chomper carefully stepped from rock to rock behind him. The big guy was having a little trouble, he was balancing on one or two toes as he stood on the rocks, it was so bad it was almost comical looking as he teetered back and forth trying to keep his footing, the poor guy was just a little to large for this kind of work.

Turgus went back to making his way down the rock, Chomper would be just fine.
As he made his way further down the crevasse, it widened, and was allot easier going. The snow was gone from the rocks and the slope became gentle and then disappeared. The two of them made their way quietly, and even more cautiously. Turgus slowly unslung his crossbow, loaded a crossbow bolt and held it at the ready. Chomper tip toed behind him, taking itty bitty steps.

The crevasse was soon gone, revealing a tremendous cave. The top of it was thick ice, the light filtered through and was magnified in the ice crystals so that the entire cave was filled with a cool blue light. Standing at the far end of the cave was his target, a cloaked figure and he was standing near a floating orb. The orb reeked of dark energy, and it turned towards the two of them as the entered.
A dark voice resonated through the cavern, “You were careless, you were followed. I give you one chance to redeem yourself… slay the interloper.”
The orb then faded away, invisible or transported away by a spell, he didn’t know; but Turgus knew that voice. It was the Lich Kings.
The cloaked figure spun to face them, his cloak flying off as he did so. The figure was someone he knew.

A spy was in their midst. Someone was feeding the Lich King information, someone inside the Ardent Coliseum, and not only that, someone with access to details few knew. Too many patrols and strikes on the Lich King had been taken by surprise and crushed to have any other explanation.
But him?…. How?….

The man standing in front of him was Turgus’s long time mentor, and friend. He had been his inspiration growing up, the man he had aspired to be, Gira’chek the Hunter.
There was something different about him, and his eyes glowed with a dangerous blue light as he drew an incredible looking sword. Gira’chek slowly walked forward, his morbid blade held at the ready in front of him.

Turgus wasn’t sure he could kill his mentor and friend, but he really didn’t have any other choice.

Chomper felt Turgus's hesitation, he had never met Gira’chek, so he had no idea who he was to him. Chomper nudged Turgus’s shoulder and then pushed past him, smacking him gently with his tail as he charged towards Gira‘chek.
As if shaken from his stupor by the blow, Turgus communicated with Chomper to back away from Gira’chek. But the big guy didn’t listen and kept on charging. Each step he took shook the cave.

Chomper didn’t know who this guy was, but there was no way he was backing off. This guy reeked of evil magic, and to break whatever spell Turgus was under, he was going to kill him.
Chomper rammed the death knight with his muzzle, sending Gira’chek flying backwards into the wall.

After sliding down the wall, the death knight picked himself up and slowly advanced towards Chomper. The exchange was not one sided, blood oozed out of a nasty gash on the side of Chomper’s head.

Turgus sensed his companions pain, and quickly cast his mending spell through their spirit link. Green light slowly surrounded Chomper and started to mend the flesh back together.
He needed to get an angle on Gira’chek to take a shot. He told Chomper to step away so he could get a shot through their link, but Chomper still ignored him.

Chomper was surprised when the death knight got up, the impact of his charge had sent him flying so hard that he left a small impact crater in the wall behind him. He was surprised when he felt incredible pain on the side of his head too, when had the death knight gotten a strike in? It didn’t matter, the death knight was going to be smashed like the thousands of other undead before. There was no way he was going to back off now, no matter what Turgus wanted. He advanced towards the death knight, this time more cautiously.

Turgus ran to the side of the cavern, quickly circling around to get a better shot. He was not going to let his old master kill his companion with that nasty looking sword. He quickly did a forward roll as he got into a good vantage point and aimed his crossbow at his old friend.

The death knight utter some evil incantation, and his sword writhed and shrieked as dark power flowed through its blade. He then lifted the sword above his head, ready to strike.

Gira’chek saw Turgus out of the corner of his eye. The hunter had moved too quickly trying to help his companion. There was no way his devilsaur could catch up to him in time.
He allowed the dark energy fill him and in a flash he was gone, he moved like a dreadful wind as he charged, his evil blade shrieking above his head as he swung. There was no way that Turgus could survive this blow.


Suddenly he was back in Durotar, walking along the shore next to an exuberant young troll child who was always full of questions. “Why don’t you have ears like mine?” The little troll asked.
He couldn’t help but smile as he looked down into the big red eyes of the troll child, so filled with wonder and hope.
“Because I am an orc and you are a troll. But, it isn’t the things that make us different that is important, but the ways we are the same.”
He kneeled down and took the young trolls hand in his and placed it on his chest. “You feel that beating?” He asked.
“Yes?” The troll child asked with a hint of a question.
“That is my heart beating.” Gira’chek said. He then placed the child’s hand on its own chest. “You feel that?” He asked.
“YES!…. Its just like YOURS!” the troll child yelled with excitement.
He patted the young troll on the head looking down into his big red eyes he said, “That’s what binds us together, our hearts. Never forget it.”


He was suddenly back in the cave, and was standing above Turgus the same look that he had given him so many years ago in his eyes, his huge sword had frozen mid-swing.
“Strike me through the heart.” He said quietly, “It is the only way.”

Turgus looked up at his old mentor a quiet moment was shared between them as their eyes locked. He slowly stood up and he pulled out an old dagger with a red wind serpent feather hanging from it.
He embraced his mentor and friend one last time and plunged the dagger deep , straight through the armor, and into Gira’chek’s heart. As the two of them held each other he felt his mentors heart slow and then come to a stop.
He slowly and carefully lowered the now lifeless body of his longtime friend and mentor to the ground.
Turgus carefully arranged his body, crossing his arms and placing the sword in his hands.
As Turgus stood over Gira'chek looking down, Chomper standing right behind him, two heavy tears fell from his eyes as Turgus said,” I will never forget… not ever.”

[Snowbird]

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