The forest..... *

*forgive me. when writing this it seems that it has a bit more to do with something else. something on my mind but not there... i dunno. but its taking me and i'm not soo sure if i'm happy about it. please, just read and get this over and done with...

....was a buzz of insects and nature. Nothing seemed too perturbed by the six figures creeping stealthily through the long grass, although stealth really wasn't a word you could apply to the black and red garbed woman trailing in the rear. Magenta did her bit at times, but being quiet definately wasn't one of her biggest talents. So the others trailed ahead, using her more as a distraction for any who might be laying in ambush than as actual back up. Moving low throw the undergrowth to the left was Angar, his blackened cloak barely seen amongst the shadows the trees overhead cast. to the left of him crept Churchill, the wolf's icy blue fur giving off soft whisps of steam, but not revealing its cover.
Walthen could barely make out the figures of Mordel and Gorak taking up the right flank as he took the centre of the formation. Not as quiet as the others, his magical prowess kept him unseen, yet he still marvelled at how the others seemed to move through the undergrowth with such ease. The soft cursing and snapping of branches behind him kept him aware of Magenta. Slowly but carefully they made their way east across the woods of the mountain.
The mage could sense the Undead lurking up ahead, and he knew the wolf could smell it too. He wondered why it is that Magenta didn't, her being a Necromancer and all, but then realized it was probably from the overwhelming presence of undead below that distracted her. He noticed she kept glancing back to where they had come from, the cave mouth they had stepped out of as a doorway from the Hells. Perhaps she had preffered it in there, he mused to himself. Perhaps she liked the place she knew she was bound to when her soul had been reft of its mortal coil. With a sneer he raised his staff and continued forward.
There was a blur of movement to the front and right, and Churchill let slip with a low growl. Instantly Mordel caught sight of the target, his mind so linked with his animal companion that they saw almost through each others eyes. The ranger let rip with his bow, and a bolt of incandescent energy struck a black clad figure as it ducked behind a tree.
The forest burst into activity, as Gorak and Angar both saw different targets and lunged for their quarry. But the pale humans who appeared to resist them merely dodged their blows and riposted with their own. A dark haired figure unravelled a spiked chain from his arms and flicked it out towards mordel, slicing the ranger deeply across his chest. It then swivelled and sent a lightning slash into Gorak's back as he swung his axe at another of the figures. They moved swiftly, and their fang filled mouths belied their true nature.
"Vampires,"Walthen swore, and readied a fireball. He didn't notice that he could no longer hear nthe sounds of the necromancer struggling behind him. He aimed the blast and set one of the creatures on fire, but it simply shrugged the flames off and turned to the wolf.
There were now four of the vampires in the woods, and they were harrassing the warriors from all sides. With what seemd to be luck Requiem sweung in the hands of gorak and thudded through the collar bone of one of the undead. It gave him a look of uncomprehension, then burst into blue flame and fell to ashes on the floor. Angar swung his clawed fists, striking air until finally he made contact, grabbing a vampire and swinging it round to face him, the clawed fingers of his gauntlets biting deep into the creatures flesh.
"Lets see how you deal with this," he growled and his hand burst into a dark evil red flame. The vampire screamed, and its arm turned into a molten goo. Soon the flames coursed the creatures body and it melted slowly onto the soil, its screams dribbling away like blood from a clotting wound.
Further back Magenta could hear the fighting up ahead, and she ran forward to help. after a frew steps she stopped, confused. now she could hear the fighting behind her and as she turned she realized she'd been going the wrong way. She ran forward, and then realized that somehow the world had turned again. confused and a bit scared, she sat down, try to puzzle a way out. She could hear the curses of the others as they fought with the vampires, and could smell the odour of sulphur as Walthen's fireball sought out its target. but she couldn't reach them.
It was then that she noticed the grass around her slowly turning brown. Above her leaves started to fall, dying and desiccating rapidly, nothing but dry dust before they hit they ground. A soft wind seemd to blow from the direction they had come from, carrying with it a low discordant moaning that sent a thrill up her spine. she stood, muttering spells under her breath, preparing herself for what was approaching.
Then she heard somthing which broke her concentration; the soft whistling of a child. She peared into the woods, trying to pick out the source and started to cast again. but again, her spells were interrupted, but this time by the appearance of the being that had trapped her so and caused the woods to die. by now she was surrounded by nothing but dead blackened trees, leaning out with skeletal branches as if to embrace her, mocking her commune with the dead.
The boy walked slowly, nonchalantly towards her, whistling a tune while his eyes fixed with hers. She could feel the power radiating off of him, and it caused her to fall to her knees unable to even utter a single word of magic. The boy was beautiful; soft pale skin, with blond hair that fell in tustles to his shoulders. his ears had the slight point to them which gave away his elven nature, but somehow she knew that this child was no elf. Only his eyes belied the evil within; one grey, the other a blackened hole with a red iris.
The child walked up to her and placed his hand on her cheek. His touch burned but she could not move away. Images flooded her mind; a silver dagger, one that she recognized from the haunted city and had seen Xervish, the traitor, take, a woman with darkened wings plunging the blade through struggling victim, and the boy stnading at the womans side as she lounged on a throne. other images too, ones of death, of cites crumbling and the dead rising; of worlds falling at the feet of this child while he sought onwards forever for the source of his hatred. Then the child removed his hand.
Magenta fell back, her hand touching the spot where the boy had placed his, and could feel the skin was bloated and sore. The creature watched her without feeling, and spoke.
"She has a part of me, and wishes to control it. You shall destroy this thing, and I shall reward you greatly." His voice was ancient, and filled with what can only be described as death. his eyes bored into hers and then with a soft smile, he turned and walked away.
Reality returned and Magenta could hear the fighting coming from the others. During the encounter she had heard nothing, but now the sounds cam flooding in, and she stood up quickly, running to aid the others.
Walthen had felt the power behind him, but was struggling with a vampire that had appeared to back the others up. witha word his hands turned into incandescent electricity and he sent thecreature flying with a blow to its midriff. The others weren't faring so well, but they had killed four vampires and were trying to drive the three new ones off. Churchill had a wide gash across his torso, and angar was bleeding from wounds across his face and chest. Mordel was lying concussed by a tree, a blow from one of the vampires all but knocking him out and Gorak alone stood unhurt.
Magenta stormed into the fray, power flickering at her fingertips, but she arrived in time only to see a vampire appear almost out of nowhere behind gorak and drive a blade through his midriff. Then, while the half-orc bellowed in pain, the vampire lifted him and snapped his spine...

(right, its out..... so this isn't what i've written up to, so don't get your hopes up. its just that this scene has been bugging me. If there is anything here you think i might have missed, speak up. anything that needs tweaking, do the same.... if you don't comment, i'll find you and pull an Ethliss on you.)