THE LAST PART

Banna had no intention to do anything. She sat lamely in the mud, and still would be unless Kelk hadn’t come out from his hiding place. Slowly, Banna turned her head toward the priest. And at that moment all inertness was lost. Springing to action, a fresh wave of sobs shook the girls body as she sloppily walked toward him.
“Ban!” He cried, “Thank the light you’re alright!” (Omg, rhyming!) His kindness was responded by a fist to the face.
“You dirty, fowl, heartless, betraying PRIEST!” She screamed through her whimpering. “You, you SET THIS UP!” all magics were forgotten as she tried to strike at him again. However, the priest gripped her arm. This was responded by her other hand, which in turn was caught. In a final act of desperation, the girl swung her leg up, to connect directly with its target. With a small grunt, the priest fell to the muddy ground. Relentless, Banna again swung her leg back, and proceded to strike at his tattered and limp body.
“How could you, Kelk? HOW COULD YOU? I- I trusted you! I thought you… and- and now Trinity’s-“ Sorrow won over anger, and Banna joined Kelk back on the forest floor to proceed sobbing hysterically. The rain pounding as fiercely as ever against their bodies.
“You- You’re just like HER aren’t you?” She sobbed to Kelk’s still body. “You think warlocks, and- and everything’s BAD about them, isn’t it? We’re all bad people, we all do bad things? You think we’re the awefull ones, that we cause all the problems, but it’s not –not TRUE! YOU’RE the bad one, Kelk! I never did ANYTHING to you! You just-just...” Kelk turned his head to the girl, sadness etched into every pore on his face. The girl’s voice was diminished to a whisper.
“You just broke my heart.”
“Banna, you need to calm down.” How calm his voice was, how sure he was! Nothing she had said had affected him at all!
“I don’t want to hear it, Priest.” She spat, slapping him.
“I bet you didn’t know I even HAD a heart!”
“Banna, you’re getting it all wrong.”
“Of course I am!” Banna stated wildly. She was on her feet again.
“This is all your fault, you pile of filth.” She placed her hands in her incantation position.
“The light won’t let you burn in hell, so I’ll make you suffer now!”
Banna’s hands glowed a soft red with her spell.
The flame was unaffected by the decending rain. From extreme chill to third degree burns, it was all Kelk could do to concentrate on his chanting. He closed his eyes, so not to see his hands peel and burn away as he worked them uselessly around in circles. Finially, the familiar light washed over his entire body, and his skin was resewn, leaving nothing but feint marks of what once was fire kindling.
“Damn you!” Banna shouted, finding that he could simply ignore her phycisal attacks as well. Another attempt took the form of swirling vicious smoke vapors. They danced around the girl’s hands, only her hearing the small cackles of laughter they sung as the skulls gained momentum. Finially, when they needed no more nurishment from the Warlock’s forigen words, they took to the air and shot into Kelk’s body. The priest cried out, clutching his chest, as if attempting to remove the shade from his torso. Again, however, the familiar gold light healed the priest.
It was evident that Kelk in trouble. The warlock’s constant attacks took its toll as Kelk was burned, cursed, and over all molested far from his ability. The only thing stopping Banna from ending his life like she wanted to was his eyes. More powerful than any shield ever forged or magic ever incanted. Banna closed her eyes, as if not seeing his would stop her from loving him. She couldn’t do it. The words on her tongue refused to leave her mouth. Her hands wouldn’t comply her wishes to remain in position, as they fell to her side. Her mana, despite what she wanted, didn’t express fullness around her. Her eyes, instead of what she needed, couldn’t leave the dying priest, and against her will, refused to stop crying.

“Believe me…” The boy coughed. “I never wanted…any of this.”
“Then why did you do it?” Bann sobbed. How easily he understood her feelings for him. How forgiving he was, how kind he could be.
“It’s what I…didn’t do.” Kelk continued to gaze at the young warlock, as if that was all keeping him alive.
“I didn’t tell Kisa…ever.” Again, he coughed, and his body relaxed. At that moment, however, a bright shining light came around him, and he was able to sit upwards. Banna thought he was healed, until he winced and cradled his head in his hands.
“What?”
“It’s just mana burn…”
“No, Kelk!” Banna shook her head.
“Trinity! We need to get her back!” The priest looked up again at the girl, as if raising a wall of protection. Why did he do that? As if he needed to protect himself from her.
“Banna, you’re sister is well beyond saving.”
“KELK!”
“It’s true Banna! What exactly do you expect? A cherry waltz into Torture Spire, pick up your sister and a quick trot out? She’s risked her life for YOU, and do you honestly thing she wants you to throw it-“
“Don’t preach to me!” Banna yelled. “I understand. I – there…there’s got to be something! Anything…” The young warlock sneezed. Staying out in this rain causing a mild cold. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, she felt something strange in her pocket. Something pointed and oblong. The feeling seemed to warm her entire body.
“And I think I just found it.”

A QUICK LITTLE PART FOR TRINITY

Trinity : What the effing hell is with this poopface story? You can’t just go and KILL off ME!. This is a stupid PALLY run story with all it’s POOPNESS it just makes me want to DRINK IN LARGE QUANTITIES! My god, does anyone else here know how POOPFACELIKE this story is? I WANT NAMES! Any involved in this POOPFACE production deserves to be BURNED AT THE STAKE! I mean, come on! CoME ON! There’s Trinity, and she’s NOT SEXY? What the eff? WHAT THE EFFING EFF?!?!? EFF IT ALL WITH THE NOT TRINITY = SEXYNESS! EFF yOU ALL YOU EFFING EFFERS WITH YOUR EFFING CHILDREN WHO I WILL KILL WITH MY EFFING EFFNESS BECAUSE OF THE EFF EFFEFFEFEFEFEFEFEF ---\

Thank you Trinity. This was ‘A quick little part for Trinity’.

Trinity : EFF YOU ALL! EFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

-

“Banna, this is a very bad idea. I don’t want you-“
“Don’t. I’m already nervous as it is.” Giving the priest one last hug, she turned to the door.

It was all of five minutes preperation for what was about to be the biggest scheme of her life. Banna took a few more deep breaths, then focoused all her energy on the replaced wooden door.
Flames burst around her. A large circle burning away all the grass and moss in a five foot radius.  Encircling the girl, growing larger and faster, the flames began to rise above her head. She continued to shout the demonic words, not knowing what she was saying at all. But it felt right, and it seemed to work. Lightening crashed above her head, also mixing into the circle. The flames shuddered, conjoining with the light. Banna began to feel the need to move her arms. As she did so, large black shadows crept  from the ground and toward the door. When they reached it, a bright blessing light flashed, and they winced away. Banna continued to shout, the ground shuddering under her.  The spell needed to grow larger. Bigger still. To break into the spire, she needed bigger. The words seemed to flow, where had she learned these? She couldn’t be making them up. Making them up was the lesson classes with her father. When she had no clue. Now, however, she seemed to be able to twist her tongue into the correct syllables. Her mind coming up with strange phrases, that added more and more to the spell around her.
Then, all at once, everything stopped. Everything evaporated as Banna lost track of what she was saying. What was the next word? What had happened? It needed to continue! It had to! There was no other way in. Where had she learned the words in the first place? What was the next one? She couldn’t stop thinking about who would die if she failed.
“< TRINITY! >” She screamed, throwing her arms toward the door.

Everything began to go very fast.

(Kisa)
The haul up the stairs was convincibly entertaining, despite the dead weight on her shoulder.
“I’m carrying everyone around today.” She smirked to herself. “And next will be my Kelk!”
Throwing Trinity into the spire’s wall refused to ajoin her back to consiousness. Kisa, being the caring person she was, contacted the light, and sent a healing spell Trinity’s way.
The Warlock did not scream in pain as the Paladin wanted. Nor did she shriek or yell or even beg. Instead, she opened her eyes and rested her head on the back of the wall. But Kisa would have her reward as she saw the girl’s mouth hand open and a trail of blood fall down her mouth.
“Hello Warlock.” She sauntered toward the girl. Trinity could only stare, but even that was difficult as a drop of blood rose from each eye.
“My spell worked wonders for waking your mind, if you noticed.” She laughed. Trinity spit large quantities of blood onto the Kisa’s chest armor. The paladin laughed.
“Pitiful, really. I was hoping you’d be more of a challenge.” Stepping over to her counter filled with an array of weapons, she peaked over to look at the warlock.
“I hope you understand why you are here.”
“I’ve got what you want.”
“It’s a good thing you can talk,”
“I’ll never tell you where it is.”
“I’m sure you won’t” Kisa removed a long one handed mace from the counter.

The paladin was inturuped by a large crash of thunder and strange demonic words. Glancing quickly out the window, she saw Banna conjuring up a spell.
“Peachy.” Kisa groaned. Turning on heel, she gripped her victim’s ropes, and propelled her toward the stairs.
“We’re  going downstairs to meet a friend of yours!”
“Wot?” The paladin shoved quickly against the girl. Trinity toppled down the stairs, unable to protect herself from the unforgiving rock as she hit her head and other vulnerable body parts. Landing in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, she was quickly joined by Kisa, who gracefully stepped around her and inched her way toward the door.

Before she could reach it, however, it was blasted backward by large quantities of fire, lightening, shadow, and rock. A moment later, the cause of this force bravely ran into the spire. Her gaze fell instantly on The fallen warlock.
“Trinity!”
“Bawnnn looh ou’!” Kisa sprung from her hiding place, landing a knee straight into the young warlock’s back. Crying out, she fell to the ground, and was instantly tied by the arms, then thrown against a wall.

“NO!” Screamed Trinity, despite all injuries, rose and attempted to save her little sister. Before she managed to get one step forward, Kisa held her long sword against Banna’s throat, causing Trinity to draw back in fear.

“Well, well, well” Kisa smiled a dark smile. “Isn’t this a predicament?”
“Don’t you TOUCH her!”
“And what if I do?” Banna’s breathing came fast, looking with wide eyes from her sister, to the paladin, then to the blade pressed against her neck.
“We had our trade!”
“Not a very bright sister of yours, Trinity Blade.” (RHYMING) Kisa eyed Banna with a dull glance.
“It appears it would mean more to you than me if my hand happened to slip.” At this, the paladin shook her blade, creating a small incision on the warlocks skin. The girl wimpered.
“Stop it! STOP IT!” Trinity cried.
“Oh, I can. If you tell me where you HID IT!”
“Leave her alone!”
“Where is it, Trinity Blade? Where is the Heaven-Caller? Where is Destruction’s Magic? If you tell me, your precious sister will life. Tell me, Trinity Blade! Where is the Angel Stone?” The paladin’s eyes were wild with hate. Each passing second tightening her grip on the weapon that was to end the young warlock’s life. Trinity could only let tears fall down her face.
“Trinity?” Banna whispered.
“I….” The warlock gasped for air. “I…I’m sorry…Banna.”
“Pity.” Kisa turned away from Trinity, and toward Banna. “And I was considering making YOUR death quick as well.” She removed the blade from the girl’s neck, and placed it at her side, preparing to swing.
“So,” She grinned, savoring, finially, the death of the syrin who stole her true love’s heart. (he never loved her because she’s an ugly biotch, ALL PALLIES ARE GIANT POOPFACES!) “Any last words?” Banna looked around her for a moment, then took a large breath, and screamed.
Kisa winced, but the noise was not enough to make her draw back.
“What are you planning on accomplishing?” She said, but it was drowned out by the shriek’s of Banna Blade. After a moment, however, Kisa found that Banna wasn’t the only thing screaming. The paladin turned 180 degrees to see a large mass of mist contact with her chest.

(Banna)
The warlock wasted no time cutting off her bindings from the dropped blade on the ground. Hurrying over to her sister, she also cut her binds with a shadow spell.
“Graz….gorg?” She stared in surprise.
“His name’s Kragkath.” The girl didn’t have to force a smile. Without a word, or another glance at the paladin scrambling to avoid the gigantic void walker, the warlock poured large amounts of health and mana potions into Trinity’s mouth.

It’s a wonder what potions can do. Back to perfect health in a matter of seconds, she was no longer filled with fear, but full of hate.
“let’s get out of here.” Banna, again, did not cast a glance at Kisa. Trinity nodded, and began summoning. Out of a large portal trotted a large horse.
“<Hello Ghetto Scribbles>” Trinity haistly patted the horse’s head, then jumped bare back onto him. Holding out one hand to Banna, she let herself be pulled onto the horse.
“<Be a dear, Ghetto Scribbles, >” Trinity waved a hand around the area. “< And leave a gift for our dear hostess. >” The horse let out a neigh, and it’s hooves shot into life, fire bursting  around them, and catching anything near it.
“< Come, Kragkath! >”
They haistily sped out of Torture Spire and back into the forest, without another word.

(Kisa)
With the wind knocked out of her, Kisa had only enough time to escape the next blow of the mass by dodging around the creature. His eye’s red in blood rage. Skirting against the rock as a support, she prepared to run through the enterance, only to find fire blocking her way. Another blow to her leg forced herself into the opposite wall. Hobbling as fast as she could, Kisa took the only other way away. For the last time in her life, she hurried up the stairs, a crazed demon right behind her. Suddenly, however, it stopped, then turned back to its master. Kisa, at the time though, had even worse problems. The rock seemed very flammable to the cursed fire, and its tongues licked away at the stairs, forcing the paladin to climb higher and higher.(RHYMING)

Of course, the top of torture spire was the last place Kisa wanted to be. The wood flooring being eaten away, and her tears of fear refused to put them out. She scrabbled backward as the unholy inferno advanced on her. She knew this was where it would end, where she would die. Curling up into a ball, she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid looking death in it’s face.

However the face that greeted her was not one of death. Two large hands gripped around her, and a dark shadow creature propelled them out the small window of the spire. They both fell to the earth. Two inches from the ground, though, a bright golden shield shone around them and they were stopped short before they could contact with the earth. The black creature stood up, and melted back into the form of Kelk. The figure stood there, rain dripping down his heavily breathing form. Kisa, at that moment, was over come with tears.

“Oh, KELK!” She cried joyfully. “I knew you always loved me, I’m sorry for doubting you!” She ran forward to embrace the priest, but Kelk held out his hands and stopped her in her tracks. Never bringing himself to look at the girl, he growled angrily.
“Just as my letter told you, Kelk is dead.” He turned from the shaken girl. “And to me, so are you. Its time you accept that, Lutenint Kisa. Goodbye.” With that, the priest continued to walk through the forest.

-

Evander struck again, sweat pouring down his face. But, just as all the other times, Allie’s small dagger deflected the attack, and with a swing of one hand, the boy found himself on the ground. Springing back from the earth, he faced the paladin. She brushed her middle and ring finger against her thumb, then faced them both to the ground. Your attacks are useless- then clenched her fist, only to open it. Using only power will result in nothing. Evander furrowed his brow. Couldn’t she just talk to him? He always had to figure things out for himself, because she wouldn’t just fix what ever he was doing wrong.

A scream came from the castle. Followed by other screams, and loud hysterical sobs. Evander bravely gripped his weapon close and ran toward what ever was causing the problem.
It was no beast or foe that caused the trouble. A crowd of sobbing bodys hovered around one man. Arch Bishop Something rested one hand on his head, massaging his forehead with great care.
“I don’t believe it, Harald. Read….read it again, I need to make sure that…” But he could only help from stifling a dry sob. The boy complied. Straightning out the blood stained paper.

“I can only hope this will get to you, Something. The warlocks have slain Kelk, and now myself. In my last dying moments, I wish you all protection against the horrors you will face.
-kisa”

Harald himself then burst into a full cry. Evander stood rigid with shock. They had killed kisa. Without thinking, he turned from the group and out of the training area. His head was light, and his breathing was heavy. Walking fast and hard he entered Cathredial Square. Loud footsteps clanged behind him as he walked.

“Wah….wahit!” A small voice sounded behind him, but Evander did not turn. He wouldn’t turn until he had reached those warlocks. Before he could do so, however, a hand gripped his shoulder and forced him around. Without a second thought, he brought up his sword and shashed Allie along her stomach. The blade easily ripped through the light leather pratice vest she wore and carved into her skin.

The realization of what he had done was what finially brought the tears to his eyes. Evander dropped his weapon and hid his face in his arms.
“Ev…ander” The woman whispered to him. “I …ham….so-re….”
“It doesn’t matter! Nothing matters anymore! The witches have the angel shards and Kisa is DEAD!”
“I…kno…whaat you’re…going through”
“No you DON’T! Kisa was the only one who ever accepted me, because I had no parents, and no one wanted me!”
“I kno whaat it is like to loose a loved whone.”
“Oh, yeah!” Evander removed his arms from his face. “You know EXACTLY what Kisa meant to me! Well, I’m SO-RE, Allie, but for once you DON’T know what’s happening! Do you think that just because you experienced some trauma when you were young YOU can know EXACTLY the way I feel?” When she didn’t respond, he continued. “You know EXACTLY what’s going on with ME just because YOU don’t TALK! Why is that, Allie? Got to let people know you don’t TRUST them? Or is it just for fun? Oh, it’s because of some sort of DISAPOINTMENT you had as a CHILD! And so YOU know exactly what’s going on with ME then! Okay, okay, I’ll give you a chance! Tell me how MAD I am! Tell me how MEAN I am, or how pitiful, or how annoying, or how ANGRY I am!” He stood there breathing heavily, looking right at his teacher, who only stood upright with a faint trickle of blood going down her shirt and small tears welling in her eyes as well. After a moment, she raised one hand and sliced through the air.
None of those.
She brought her small finger to her heart.
You’re scared.
Then she extended her hand to the top of her head.
And you’re confused.
With that, she walked forward and wrapped her hands around the boy, who could only stand there crying.

-

The small brigade walked along a large, weaving path. Trinity rode slowly in front on her dreadsteed, gliding slowly behind was Graz’gorg, looking in every which direction. Behind them both, Banna and Kelk walked arm and arm, Banna shooting an evil glare at Bronlia who was walking far too close to Kelk, and catching his eye too often. And more slowly than the rest, Kragkath experienced difficulty gliding on such a surface as the earth. The new demon gazing around him at the strange world for the first time.
“So let me get this straight.” Trinity broke the uneasy silence. “You summoned your Voidwalker, then broke into the spire using some made up spell of yours, with full intention of getting caught to devert the attention of the paladin – what was her name, Kelk?- Kisa, and rescue me?”
“Um,” Banna mentally went over the idea. “Yeah, that’s about it.” Trinity looked back, a dull stare on her face.
“And not ONCE did you consider to cast demon skin?” BAnna glared at the girl.
“Wow!” She exclaimed sarcastically “I can’t believe that happened to slip my mind as I was attempting save my sister from CERTAIN DEATH by that CRAZED PALADIN –Wait, what’s her name?- KISA!” Trinity rolled her eyes and turned  forward on her mount, calling over her shoulder.
“Be careful, because next time I’m GRADING you on how well you do!”
“Maybe NEXT TIME I’ll save my SELF instead!”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
“Oh, and why is that?”
“Because then you’d fail!”  Kelk smiled to himself and wondered if all the warlock’s conversations were this strange. Moments longer of silence, Banna fuming silently at her sister.
“< Master? >” Inquired graz’gorg.
“< Yes? >”
“< Is Master sure we’re going the right way? >”
“< Y’know, that’ really been bugging me. >” Banna tested out her demonic. The girl had some sort of breakthrough that night at the Tower regarding language. Words she seemed to have known all her life were finially working themselves against her tongue.
“< Graz’gorg calls you ‘master’ but everyone else calls us ‘mistress. >” The voidwalker shuddered.
“< I wasn’t going to point this out, >” He muttered shyly.
“< But for some strange reason, all the other demons seem to believe that you’re a woman! >”

Banna snorted, then drove her face into Kelk’s cloak to silence the tide of giggles. Trinity shot a evil glare at the VoidWalker, then back at the two others. Kelk was looking from Banna to Trinity timidly, wishing he could understand what had struck the nerve. Bronlia, despite what she knew was best, let out a full laugh. Even then, did she make it as sudictive as possible. Kragkath was blinking uneasly at the sun.

“< No, Graz’gorg, it’s not very far yet. >” Trinity collected herself with the curt response. For a few moments after, they walked in silence.

Then Trinity began to speak in very fast Demonic.

Bronlia let out a very sadistic cackle, and rushed toward the left, her black hair trailing behind her, Trinity turned Ghetto Scribbles in the same direction and fled into the woods, burning anything that was stupid enough to grow in their way. Graz’gorg hurried along as well, now trailing absentmindly along the new burnt out pathway. Kragkath poked a dead bird.

“C’mon Kelk!” Banna’s eyes were full of light, her smile was full and the laugh in her voice was no longer about foolish matters. The priest, however, seemed to counter act this mind set, his eyes full of anger and annoyance.
“Is it…it?”
“Of course! Isn’t this GREAT?” Kelk sighed, and let himself be pulled along.
“Banna, you don’t know what that stone does, do you?”
“Well, I know a little.”
“But—ugh…”
“Well…Actually, Father never told me what happened, but he couldn’t wait to get it!” Now finially reaching up to Trinity, who was now dismounted from her horse and peering through some brush.
“Shhh,” She turned, and placed one finger to her mouth, how serious she was trying to seem, a large smile was on her face.
“This is almost too easy! It’s RIGHT THERE!” She bounced a little in her step. Banna and Kelk looked over the Warlock’s shoulder, to find another inhabitant in the forest.
A young troll stood over a fire, looking through a strange book. His voice quivering as he tried to read through the words.
“< Fia’bolt! >” The strange voice tried to break through his accent to speak in the odd language. In on hand, a steady flame licked at his hands, but seemed to not affect the troll in the least. Extending his hand out to where a collection of wood pieces stood. The fire, however, seemed to prefer the blue creatures hand instead of the moist wood.
Trinity grined her evil grin, this was to be the easiest kill she would ever make. Banna however, felt pity for the young, inexperienced animal. Kelk, for the first time he would admit, agreed with Trinity about the matter. So while they had their hushed argument over what to do, Kragkath decided for them.
This decision was made when he lumbered up to the Troll to get a better look at him.
“Kragkath’s not as stupid as he looks.” Trinity smiled, looking at the now horrified troll, frozen in shock as the Voidwalker sniffed him.
“It will be easy to get it now, and then Kal’Zarah will HAVE to listen to me, oh yes…” And with a small laugh, she treads into the area.
“Wait,” Kelk’s gaze followed the warlock. “Kal’Zarah?”
“He’s a demon Trinity’s been trying to get his attention for a few years now.’
“Bu…but why?” Kelk had been told that the warlock’s wanted the Angel Stone to over throw the Light, and raise a new sanctuary of the Damned over every temple across Azorath. This involved no plans to get demon’s attention. Though, Kelk reasoned, it certinally would help.
“Kelk, I thought you KNEW why we were getting it. Though, if you don’t, it would make sense that the entire Stormwind army is after us…” Banna looked up at the trees, thinking it over.
“You- you mean that you’re not going to blow up everything that’s holy?!”
Banna looked at him like he was crazy. Kelk was beginning to feel that way too.
“Why would we go to all the trouble to do THAT?” Banna recoiled from the priest.
“Trinity’s been trying to make a deal with Kal’zarah for some time now. She reasoned with her father and they’ve been looking for this stone so they can get enough power to get his attention.”
“So you want to use this demon to-“
“No no no, you STUPID!” Banna put a hand to her head and sighed. “Trinity doesn’t have enough ARM for more demons! Let alone it’s already drained most of her mana just deviding it amongst the demons she already HAS! We really need to just strike a deal with him so he’ll put down that light-damned shield he’s got!”
“And then,” Trinity crept slowly back out of the clearing. Her eyes glowed a faint red, and Kelk could not help but notice her voice was slurred by two small fangs sticking from between her lips.
“Oh, the horde won’t know what HIT them!” She threw back her head, and laughed. Kelk found his head hurt when she did so.
“What are you TALKING about?” This was so confusing. Trinity was the second most wanted human in all of AZORATH, because of her threatening plots to overcome the Light itself! Suddenly, she was trying to lower some shied held on the Horde? Kelk could only stare stupidly.
“Did you hurt it?” Banna stared pittingly at the Troll, still in a state of shock, even though Kragkath had gotten bored with it and moved on.
“Didn’t have to.” Trinity grumbled. Kelk again felt a head ache coming on. “I don’t think it knew what he had; he was using this piece as a bowl.” Trinity looked around.
“Of course, it’s going to get around that I’ve found it. Mrs. Kalli in Goldshire already knows, and I think that warlock in Westfall’s getting suspicious.” She looked around, before reaching out to Kelk. At once, the priest cried out and ripped away from the girl. Long red lines were working their way along his arm, the poison digging it’s way into his blood stream.
“Kelk!” Banna cried. Already turning to support the Pirest. Trinity then examined her hand, her face blank.
“Well, that’s certinally different.”
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Banna growled at the warlock.
“Yes.” An aplogetic frown contrasted the evil eyes.
“Couldn’t you’ve waited?”
“Apparently not.” The woman was still examining her hand, before turning to her other hand, and looking at what it held.
The smooth surface had an errie glow around it. Multipul cracks seemed to leak a red light, as if some sort of source resided inside. On the surface, glowing the brightest red of all, the shape of a winged creature, hands and wings outstreached, facial expressions that of utmost sorrow.
“So you’ve got it all then?” Banna haistly rubbed contents of potion along Kelks arm, who now was feeling much better.
“Yes, but for now, we best be getting off this continent.”
“Back to Rachet?” Banna stuck out her tongue.
“No, but close….Oh dear, that fool from stormwind is coming. We better get going before she lets the whole Azorath know where we are.” Slipping the Stone to Bronlia, the demon let out another laugh, then sunk into a portal of fire back to the depths of hell. Instantly, trinity’s eyes, mouth, and skin became normal again. Kelk’s head ache was non-existant.
“We best be off.” Banna smiled at Kelk, extending her hand to help him up. “Are you coming with us?” The priest smiled, and looked around the burning forest.
“What, and leave all this behind?” He smiled sarcastically. “Perhaps you two warlocks could use the assistance of a Shadow Priest?”

Something broke in the distance.

“Oh dear,” Banna smiled, hoising Kelk to his feet. “We best be going faster now.” And so with a fast run, pursed by an angered Warlock, Kelk and Banna left Duskwood, and never came back.