Gawyn's Horus stories

[Gawyn_Trakkand]

Sorry it's been a long time coming and i should have posted sooner. Excuse the Itallian it was provided by Google translater so i appologise in advance to the Italians among us. Enjoy guys ^^

Gawyn rushed through the forest darting in and out of shadows. He had put his Armour back on by now but immediately felt uncomfortably alone, his armour wasn't exactly inconspicuous. Gawyn rushed ahead anyway knowing his love was in danger. Gawyn became aware he was not alone any more something was running alongside him unseen in the shadows.

Repoorteht was walking along through the flames seemingly uncaring. The flames dying before they touched him, he kept walking at a slow steady pace ignorant to the mayhem around him. The warlock sauntered on through thick swathes of flame, coming out untouched at the end. Repoorteht stopped as he walked out upon a couple of Alsius.

Enio spotted the warlock first, as he came through the flame. He aimed and loosed an arrow at him. It was aimed at his heart, the warlock merely waved a hand and the arrow shattered and exploded into a shower of sparks. Enio tapped Arcan on the shoulder.
'We got a problem.'
The warlock looked at them blankly, like a cat would regard a mouse.
'Come faccio a dire questo.... er... you cheeky fucker.... spero di averlo detto giusto o sembrero un idiota'
Arcan looked angry.
'Did he just call me an Idiot!'
Arcan raised his staff to Repoorteht and shot a jet of flame toward the warlock. Repoorteht, still lost in thought, raised a hand and a wall of ice stopped the flame dead. Repoorteht shook his head and stared at Arcan this time a bit more intently.
'Enio go get Klutu and Kyro, I'll deal with the Green.'

Arcan faced the warlock though he stood at least a head taller than him, the warlock merely stared at him with a quizzical look.
Arcan roared flame twisted around him, everything moving slower than him. The earth crept up his feet and soon anchored him to it, but not trapping him. Ice formed on his long strands of fur untouched by the vortex of flame around him. Arcan spun his staff above his head slamming it down to the ground in front of him. The earth split open, fire belched from the gap the wave of fire engulfing Repoorteht. The fire turned to an orb around the warlock, turning a searing bright white Arcan averted his eyes and the flame dissipated. Arcan looked but no sign of the warlock was to be found.
'Humph I expected more from the fabled Repoorteht. I think this calls for a celebration'
Arcan took out his flask of mead, as it touched his lips the wind roared around him. The next thing he felt his flask bring pried from his grasp.
'grazie per la tua generosa offerta.'
Arcan looked in shock at Repoorteht
'how the hell....'
Repoorteht took a drink from the flask and immediately spat it out. He threw the flask, it smashed on a flaming tree causing a small explosion.
'è disgustoso'
Arcan stared in disbelief, rage started to twist his expression
'You.... spilt..... my..... drink.'
Arcans flame vortex turned blue, lightning struck the ground around him, Arcan roared and the ground trembled. Repoorteht yawned and patted his mouth. He pointed his staff in Arcans direction the flame from the surrounding forest was immediately drawn to Repoorteht's staff. The flame curled around the length of the staff until all the flame from around them was concentrated into one small orb at the head of Repoorteht's staff. He thrust the staff forward, the orb lurched toward Arcan at amazing speed. The orb hit Arcan in the leg the explosion vaporizing it and sending the rest of Arcan into a tree. Arcan howled with the pain of his burning stump. Repoorteht sauntered over to Arcan, he raised his hands and hundreds of charred vines with inch long thorns on them wrapped their way around Arcans legs and hands.
'Dove si trova SoL'
'sorry..... didn't..... quite catch that.'
The Vines hoisted Arcan into the air so he was parallel to the ground, a good 10 feet up. The blood from his wrists and ankle pouring down the vines. They glistened in the darkness where the far away light of the flames caught them.
'Dove si trova SoL'
vines where worming their way out of the ground from underneath Arcan, slowly making there way toward his stomach.
'I told you I don't understand you.'
The vines pierced through arcans tunic and ripped a hole revealing his abdominal area. The vines punctured through his skin into his stomach, squirming around inside. The vines on his hands and ankle punctured his forearms and leg diving in and out of them, spiralling up his arms and legs as they did. Arcan howled in pain.
'Dove si trova SoL!'
'your going to have to speak up!'
Repoorteht grimaced and clenched his raised fist, the vines ignited and turned to flame.
'Dove si trova SoL!!'
'JESUS.... CHRIST.... YOUR MOTHER MUST HAVE BEEN ON SOME SERIOUS CRACK WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU. EITHER THAT OR I FUCKED HER TOO HARD!'
Arcan wheezed and smiled a pained smile, that was the best he could do in his current situation.
Repoorteht cut the flames from the vines and waved his hand, the vines now dense and thick beneath Arcan.
Arcan's midsection ripped open his organs fell to the floor, the vines moved their way around them twisting around them they gripped with their lethal thorns. Arcan screamed louder now, coming from an Utghar it sounded very primal.
'Dove si trova SoL, Dove si trova SoL DOVE SI TROVA SOL!'
Repoorteht's voice took a demonic twist and he said.
'WHERE IS SoL!!'
Arcan gasped for breath pain being all he could realise at this moment. Vines started growing from out of his nostrils, ears and from around his eyes pushing them out of their sockets. Yet through all this he managed the strength to smile and utter his last words.
'Screw you gelf!'
Repoorteht looked emotionless and quizzical again, he cocked his head to one side and said in a very flat tone
'è ciò che tua madre ha detto ieri sera'
Repoorteht clenched his fist and the vines ripped themselves out of Arcan, skinning him. Arcan's skinless body fell to the floor writhing and arching the vines disappeared and vanished.
Repoorteht picked up Arcan's fleece and walked over to his still writhing body.
'This.... will make... one fine... robe.. one I wash it of course'
Repoorteht looked around and with a wave of his arms the flames returned to the woods and Repoorteht whistled as he walked.

Gawyn rushed ahead, tripping up and falling to the ground. A pair of hands picked him up he looked to see the tall figure of Fleetfoot and by his side Kaelee.
'Your lucky I found you Gay boy, Ignis have this place completely covered. Taras was with us as was Torian kel we lost them killed by their warlocks.'
Gawyn grabbed Fleetfoot by the front of his breastplate.
'What of Gwynavere have you seen her?'
Fleetfoot lowered his head and Kaelee let out a whimper but caught herself.
'I'm sorry Gawyn old friend, If the Ignis didn't get her the goats did.'
Gawyn walled himself in his own mind.
'Lead me to our Army I will find out who killed her and I will tear out their heart, as they have torn out mine'
Fleetfoot nodded, leading Kaelee by the hand he led the way
'Isemon is leading us. Maybe the war will end this day Gawyn let that rejoice in your heart'
Gawyn followed sure footed and steeled in determination.
'What heart...'