Down a Darker Path

Western Plaguelands, Andorhal
"Its a trap! Lets get out of here brother!" Meri screamed to Syvarris, who was taking on two Abominations himself, his body clearky showing signs of fatigue.

Meriala started chanting, his hands starting to come alive with fire as he starting launching bolt after bolt of fire at approaching undead minions! But they kept coming, they just never ended!

"Brother! Help!" Syvarris responded this time, after slaying the two Abominations, he leapt to Merialas side, his sword bloodied and his armor in tatters.

"So, any ideas then Meri?" Syvarris smirked at Meriala, a drip of blood falling down his chin. Meriala looked at Syvarris, drawing her sword.

"Well, i'm out of mana...so I guess we...fight with all we have then" Meriala ripped off her robe, revealing light mail armor, she only ever wore this in cases of great danger...or in Silvermoons darker alley's...

"Just what I was thinking!" Syvarris charged the undead, swinging wildly, many falling to his blade. Meriala did the same, only with a little more finesse.

Suddenly, a chill struck, both slew the last undead around them, turning to the collumn of large undead Warlords approaching them, but it wasnt those that chilled the air...it was the Lich infront of them! Both of them turned to the Lich, who signalled the warlords to fall back, he pointed to Meri and Syvarris.

"Hmph..blood elves...your about as zealous as those blasted Scarlets!" The Lich immediately blasted the two with Frost Bolts, sending them crashing into a wall. Meri and Syvarris glared at the Lich.

"I guess your wondering what I want with both of you...you'll both learn soon enough!" The Lich signalled to the the warlords who shambled to Meri and Syvarris and grabbed them. The Lich nodded at both Warlords as they walked away, both the elves on there shoulders...