Im In!
I best throw my hat into the ring as well...here goes:
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Fear would best describe the look in the man's eyes. Whether he could call himself a man was debatable, at least, with how he now was...by old Dalaran he thought. How...how did I
"Survive?" said a cold, but familiar voice.
The man wheeled around, wondering if he was merely imagining it. However the unnaturally beautiful woman standing before him, was quite real. She was almost perfectly sculpted, every aspect and ratio of her body even and well toned. Her hair was bright fire red as were her lips. The only thing to hint of how dangerous she was, were her bright blue eyes, having no white in them...no trace of humanity.
"I have returned, Zeke..." the woman said coldy, her voice seemingly like her body, perfect yet absent of humanity.
The man wasted no time in running to her and bowing on one knee, his head low and the massive axe in his hand lain against the floor.
"My lady..." he said, as if though she were his mother. His face now was iluminated in the moonlight, a skinless rotting muscled face.
"Rise..." she said motioning with her hand, he face now holding a slight grin at his devotion. "I have returned...and am in need of you once more, my faithful servant."
He nodded and saluted her with his head bowed low "I serve the Crimson Lady through death...What is your wish?" he said, his eyeless sockets looking at her.
She smiled wider still, her pearly white fangs glistening in the moonlight. "I have woken you, to ask you to retrieve something of mine...My diary" she said, very casually.
To any observers, this request would seem rather silly, but Zeke had served his mistress long enough to know what the Diary had allowed her to do. "I shall not fail my lady."
"Good, it seems it has returned to live inside my first husband's crypt." she said, as if it was normal for books to have thoughts and feelings. "I spent centuries of effort capturing that book...I will not tolerate losing it, understood?"
Zeke nodded and bowed again "It shall be done..." he said calmly and, after being dismissed, took off into the night...
It wasn't finding the Crypt that proved difficult, infact given how much time had passed, it was rather easy. The harder part came into sneaking in without detection. It was never said but Zeke knew his mistress would want to keep her greatest weapon intact...surprise, and that would have surely disappeared, had he decided to kill the guards. So, waiting as patiently as he had when dead, he finally made it into Count Vladik's crypt.
Count Vladik's crypt was obviously magical in nature, since the architecture looked as clean and new as it was when first built. Zeke could sense the power of the Diary beneath his feet...he slowly walked toward a darkened staircase. The Diary was no ordinary book, it was the key to Countess Vladik's rise to power, the key to her ability to summon demonic forces. Zeke knew that the Diary had a will of its own, and would not come easily. Where are you? he said to himself, more to keep his wits about. He suddenly stopped dead, his instincts and knowledge giving him a "sixth sense". Before him was a long passage way, lit by the faint light of torches. About midway, flanking both sides, were two large statues, each of an armored knight holding a sword. He crept slowly down the passage, readying his axe. He had just past them when an unmistakable sound, like rock and dust moving, made him turn. He leaped up just in time to dodge the left statue's stone shattering slash. He promptly landed on its shoulder and with one swift slice, cut its head clean off. The statue was now frozen, but with no time to react, Zeke caught the second one's blow hard. Not dead, refusing to disobey his mistress he raised his axe and cut the stone sword in two, lifting the cracked half and chucking it clean through the statues head, and it too joined its comrade, eternally frozen. Brushing off the dust, he walked on...
Navigating magical traps, creeps and crawlies, and all manner of obstacles, Zeke pressed on, until finally he had reached the Tomb Chamber. Floating on a pedestal, was the Diary. as Zeke approached it, he heard a demonic laughing, echoing in the hollowed chamber. As the laughing died, a voice in that demonic tone spoke.
"You cannot have what you seek to gain!" The voice said amused.
"I will pry it from whereever you hide it! Voices with no bodies do not frighten me." He said, still walking on to the Diary. "I will take th-" his words were cut off, as a massive green flamed blade peirced his chest, demonic runes covering the blade.
"How about voices WITH bodies?" the now visible demon laughed. "The diary shall...not...wh...what the??" The demon said surprised.
Zeke was laughing softly, but his body was not moving. The laughter grew louder, more hysterical, and slightly demonic. When at last it reached its high note, Zeke Screamed in fury as his whole body was engulfed in unmistakably demonic blue flame, as the sword melted away, freeing him, he turned to the demon, still laughing.
"I told you...I...am...not...leaving..." He said as he leaped into the air and raised his axe. "WITHOUT THAT DIARY!!!!" He roared as he brought his axe crashing down, cleaving the demon in two, his screams and shreiks slowly dying as he dissappated into green flame and finally...silence. Zeke then turned to the Diary, his body now skelatal, and where skin was exposed in the armor, the blue flames remained. He walked up to the pedestal and took it. then in a whoosh of blue flame, he vanished...to return to his mistress.
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There ya go ^_^ my submission to be judged as deemed however.