A warning sent south

Nalokha stood atop the snow covered cliff, her eyes witnessing the slaughter of the tribe that had insulted her. The snow was stained crimson by the blood of both warrior, woman and child. Her wolves feasted upon the dead and the crows picked the eyes of the wounded. She was in rage, her cousin had forced her into a war. A war she would most likely loose should she fight it in the open. The golden crown on her head shimered in the fading sunlight and the smile on her lips showed she was somewhat satisfied. They had come here in search for one of the relics that the dark lord Akallabrth had left after him, but the tribes leader had cursed them and that ended the little patience she had left.

"My lady, all the villagers are dead" the warrior bowed deeply before her as she replied with a slight nod. She patted the black wolf at her side and made her way down the cliff. She stepped over the dead and the smoke from the burning village rose to the sky. HEr thoughts fell upon her own meeting with Azgarzirs personal guard, how could she have been so foolish to belive that her cousin would compete fairly. "Cursed be that man..." she whispered and walked up to the circle of warriors infront of her. They parted before her and as she entered the circle she could see what it was they had gathered around. A young man, dressed in southern clothes, he layed on the ground badly beaten but he was still alive. Nalokha looked around at her men and with a loud voice she growled.

"Why did you tell me everyone was slain when this", she pointed at the man, "still breathes!"

The warriorirs around her did not answer and had it not been for the raging fires there would have been a silence. She closed her hands and stepped towards the young man. She kicked him when she got close enough, the young man squirmed in pain and looked up at her. Nalokha smiled and nodded at two of her warrioirs. They grabbed the young man by his arms and lifted him so his face was levelled with Nalokhas. The light of morning slowly begun to sneak up over the mountains and as the first light struck the village Nalokha caressed the young mans face, leaning forward she whispered:

"Life has been kind to you but I am as powerful as time..." the young mans face begun to age and his be his blonde hair slolwly turned white. When she was done the once proud youuth had turned into a beaten and weeak old man. She ordered her warriors to strap the man to a horse and send him south.

"He has a message to spread to the defenders of the southern lands",
she said with a smile and turned towards the reet of her army.

"Why are you all standing here, keep searching you fools!"