True Knight

The worg fell, clutching his wounded chest as dark blood poured out. With one last lingering agonizing howl, the foul beast died.

Keldren Silverblade surveyed the large room to make sure there were no other enemies around. The hard decayed floor was littered with worg bodies, minions of Arugal, a powerful mage and Lord of Shadowfang Keep. Keldren was sent by Dalar Dawnweaver to end Arugal’s reign. It was a commission that trickled down from Lady Sylvanas Windrunner herself. He could not refuse such an order.

After wiping his bloodied bastard sword on the fur of a fallen worg, Keldren tightened his grip on the blade that was once again shining brilliantly with holy energy. He began to move towards the hallway on the other side of the room and marched towards his final confrontation. He could hear the rushed footsteps and the raging howls rushing towards him. Arugal was trapped and he knew it. These worg were the last remnants of his defense.

Earlier in the evening, Keldren maneuvered his way into the fortified keep. The worg were no match for his martial skills. The undead that roamed the cursed halls were also consumed by the unleashing of holy light. Dalar knew a paladin of Keldren’s skill could cripple Shadowfang Keep. But was Keldren strong enough to challenge Arugal himself?

As Keldren made his way down the dark hallway, two worg charged into him. Spinning and using the momentum to strengthen his attack, Keldren’s sword split the first worg in half across the torso. The creature did not even have time to cry out as its innards and blood splattered the hallway wall. The second worg, already in a frenzy, tackled Keldren and they both fell hard onto the ground in a jumbled mess of claws, fur, arms and legs.

The fearsome creature’s jaws were only inches away from Keldren’s face, snapping wildly. Only the elf’s sheer determination and strength kept the worg from tearing its fangs into his throat. Unable to use his large sword in a prone position, Keldren reached under his tabard and pulled out a silver object. Gripping the worg’s neck with one hand, Keldren shoved his holy symbol into the beast’s mouth. The sharp edges of the symbol tore deep gashes in the worg’s mouth, choking it. The worg fell backwards and tried to delicately remove the impaled holy symbol from his mouth. This gave Keldren the opportunity to ready his sword. The blow was sure and swift and the decapitated head of the worg rolled away from him.

Stoically, Keldren continued his march towards Arugal. The hallway took him to a winding flight of stairs that led him to a tower. The locked heavy door at the end caused only a slight delay to the inevitable. Keldren shattered the hinges of the door causing it to fall. A thick cloud of wood splinters and dust filled the air. Once the air cleared, Keldren saw his final adversary.

Arugal was standing alone carrying a large ornate staff. “Silverblade, you have defeated my soldiers and now you come for me. Very well, I welcome the challenge but let us speak first,” he said to Keldren.

Arugal’s arrogance didn’t escape Keldren. Even cornered, the mage believed himself to be the superior.

“Speak then and ready your soul for tonight your reign and terror ends,” Keldren replied as he pointed his glowing blade.