With so many citizens of Carvahall already dead, the Ra'zac seemed to be slowing in their killing spree, eventually bringing it to a grinding halt as they herded the remaining citizens into one area. The Lord of Carvahall was included in all this, a blading old man lacking in the strength he'd possessed as a youth. The creatures had been relentless in their assault, smashing through Carvahall's defenses as if possessed by some spirit of war and vengeance. So why, the old man wondered, Why do they choose now to let up their attack?
The answer came quite soon as the Ra'zac turned and bowed to an approaching figure that seemed to be garbed in shadows. He didn't seem quite as strong as the men Carvahall had lost, but something told the Lord of Carvahall not to be deceived by appearances. Something was off about the man, something sinister. It was like he was evil given form. Stopping before the Lord of Carvahall, the man spoke at last in a cold voice, one reminiscent of the dark abyss itself. "Greetings, people of Carvahall. I am Thawon, and I come here to make a proposal to you. Find a way to get me safely within the walls of Gil'ead, and I let you live."
"Never. I know what kind of man you are, and I will never let you use us. We are people of Carvahall, once home to the greatest rider to ever live. We will not surrender."
Thawon chuckled darkly, turning to the Ra'zac with a look of dark mirth in his eyes. "You see, just as told you. They can be reasoned with." Turning back around, Thawon placed a hand firmly on the Lord's shoulders, a dark smirk on his face. "I respect people like you, so I'll tell you what. I'm going to......." The lord grunted as he felt a blade pierce him through, his eyes widening in shock. "I'm going to kill you first. That way, you don't have to watch your town and its remaining citizens burn." A great roar sounded from the skies, one that seemed to echo throughout the hearts of many in Alagaesia. It was a roar full of hate and rage, the roar of a killer. From the heavens descended a dragon with scales as black as the night sky, with spines as sharp as blades. Jumping onto its back, Thawon yelled to the Ra'zac, "Return to the Desert. I will finish things here. Xyaicox, burn it down. Burn everything in Carvahall to the ground." With another resounding war, the black dragon took to the sky, heading straight up. Once it was through, all of Carvahall would be nothing but ash and rubble, the remaining citizens burned alive. One thought would remain, one last sound. A roar throughout Alagaesia that contained more hate and rage than anything had ever been.
The answer came quite soon as the Ra'zac turned and bowed to an approaching figure that seemed to be garbed in shadows. He didn't seem quite as strong as the men Carvahall had lost, but something told the Lord of Carvahall not to be deceived by appearances. Something was off about the man, something sinister. It was like he was evil given form. Stopping before the Lord of Carvahall, the man spoke at last in a cold voice, one reminiscent of the dark abyss itself. "Greetings, people of Carvahall. I am Thawon, and I come here to make a proposal to you. Find a way to get me safely within the walls of Gil'ead, and I let you live."
"Never. I know what kind of man you are, and I will never let you use us. We are people of Carvahall, once home to the greatest rider to ever live. We will not surrender."
Thawon chuckled darkly, turning to the Ra'zac with a look of dark mirth in his eyes. "You see, just as told you. They can be reasoned with." Turning back around, Thawon placed a hand firmly on the Lord's shoulders, a dark smirk on his face. "I respect people like you, so I'll tell you what. I'm going to......." The lord grunted as he felt a blade pierce him through, his eyes widening in shock. "I'm going to kill you first. That way, you don't have to watch your town and its remaining citizens burn." A great roar sounded from the skies, one that seemed to echo throughout the hearts of many in Alagaesia. It was a roar full of hate and rage, the roar of a killer. From the heavens descended a dragon with scales as black as the night sky, with spines as sharp as blades. Jumping onto its back, Thawon yelled to the Ra'zac, "Return to the Desert. I will finish things here. Xyaicox, burn it down. Burn everything in Carvahall to the ground." With another resounding war, the black dragon took to the sky, heading straight up. Once it was through, all of Carvahall would be nothing but ash and rubble, the remaining citizens burned alive. One thought would remain, one last sound. A roar throughout Alagaesia that contained more hate and rage than anything had ever been.
