He woke up, and found himself face to face with Plain-Walker.
“Ulain?!” Said Birch. “What are you doing here?”
“I am here to remind you of your task.”
“Ah”
“Take Lux to the place of the sun. Today.”
“Lux?”
“Yes. Lux is the correct elf for the task.”
“But-”
“This is the word of the Tri, Birch. Do not think to oppose the will of Uger.”
Plain-Walker Vanished.
“Bother!” Said Birch.
(End of part III)
That night, the new leaders of Jonak and Inja met to discuss the future of both of their tribes. They created a treaty, and made new laws.
Later, the people of both Inja and Jonak came together to pay their respects to the dead Chieftains of both tribes, who had killed each other in the battle.
A Blighted-One funeral is not like the funerals of humans, with whom a funeral is a very sad thing. A Blighted-One funeral is more of a celebration of the dead's life, his achievements, and his glorious death.
The funeral was separated into events. One was an act depicting the lives of Void-Wind and of the Warlock, One where the Blight-Elves sang songs of their deeds, Several where warriors battled for honor, a great hunt, some feasting, more singing, children dancing, and heartfelt words.
The new Chiefs, Lotus-Blight of Inja, and Sorrow-Field of Jonak, gave speeches, and the Celebrations ceased. A new era in the desert had begun.
Ching, clang. Miss, bang. Metal to metal, metal of fate. This is the sound of sinful war. This is the sound of sinful war-lords.
Deadly hate, bloody bait. Art of war, great for lore. Love must wait, for death to abate.
Void-Wind quickly began to assail the warlock, using intricate attacks to get past the Devil-Sworn's defenses, and he succeeded in cutting the warlock's leg. But the falx is not built for defense, and he had to use all of his agility to survive a flurry of strikes from the warlock. Ching! Void-Wind's attack hits the armor of his opponent, and metal meets metal. The warlock strikes Void-Wind's side, and pain blooms. Void-Wind falls, and strikes through a gap in the Warlock's armor. The warlock screams a victory call, before realizing his opponent has wounded him. They are both on the ground, Void-Wind stabs his falx into the heart of the warlock, and everything goes black.
Duel of art, duel of death. Duel of hate, vengeance and wrath. Two warring tribes have peace, when one's champion dies, and brings unity.
The enemy force was truly a sight to see.
Some held basilards, blades glinting in the sun. Their fighters held claymores at the ready, and their hunters swung clubs, as if their very lives depended on crushing Jonak' skulls with them. All wore katanas, the weapon of a true warrior in their mind.
Fifty four Inja warriors Charged forth on giant coyotes, war-hammers gleaming. They struck down five of Jonak's warriors, and then seven more before Jonak drove them back, killing twelve and wounding sixteen.
Void-Wind watched in satisfaction as the cavalry of Inja was driven back into enemy ranks. He shouts, calling his warriors into battle as he charges the katana wielding army of Inja, he kills three of the closely packed warriors in a single sweep. Battle lust was upon him. Slash, slice, cut, dice. Such a wonderful thing. Death littered the ground around him, it's scent feeding his lust. Wood for the fire.from the corner of his eye, he sees his army fighting behind him. To his left, magic burns the ground. He cuts on.
Ahead he sees warriors massing, as if to protect something. The battle flame bursts up, growing steadily. He has reached the heart of the enemy. He has reached the warlock.
Void-Wind is light. With the power of the sandstorms of the outer desert, he slays the foe. He is immortal. He is death itself. his blade is as the scythe of doom, finding all chinks in the heavy armor of the opponent. He is the wind which replaces life, with void. With horrible determination, he cuts his way through the lines of the enemies strongest warriors. And meets the one he seeks.
The warlock was covered from head to toe in plate armor decorated with the red of Injan priests. He nods, as if he had expected Void-Wind. “Ello Void Eind.” he said.
He drew his katana, and Void- Wind drew his falx.
(To be continued...)
