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Boulders rained from the skies. Only they weren't actually boulders. They were demons, hitting the ground with a thunderous crash and exploding into a whirling frenzy of scything talons and teeth. Chaos ran through the Dark Elven ranks after the first few demons fell, cleaving apart anything nearby. The demonic host surged forward in the wake of the disruption. The first ranks of the elven line were cut down before they could even react.
To their credit, the elven commanders quickly rallied their troops. Forces fell back systematically, pulling away from the advancing carnage before turning to provide support for the next rank. It was a slow, methodical process. It took more than a simple slaughter to break the will of an army that lived in an empire of terror and death. Archer regiments and ballistae quickly shifted focus towards the cannibal demons. Hundreds were slain as they landed, but there was always more.
Fortunately for the Drow armies, the cannibal demons were no more friendly towards their own forces. Elf or Demon, they did not care. Everything was cut down and devoured on the spot. With every life consumed the demons grew more vicious. The blood soaked horrors became stronger and stronger with every passing moment. Warriors were cut down with terrifying speed and brutality.
Time for a change of plans, thought Talyth. She had crept up to the top of a nearby hilltop so she could better overlook the battle field. From her own view, and the view from high above that Vel'xunnyr shared through their mental link, she could see the shift in the battle's tide. Things would soon turn against the Dark Elf army. Unless something happened to turn the tide back in their favor. Something like... the death of the demonic general, Talia Bach. A sly smirk spread across the elf's face as she stepped back and vanished through the shadows.
She shifted from patch of darkness to patch of darkness, easily maneuvering her way across the battlefield. She would always pause just long enough to launch a volley of arrows at any cannibals that were nearby as she went but she never stayed long enough to still be there when her shots landed. She was sure of her aim, no need to linger when there was bigger prey to hunt.
She made her way unseen to a small rocky outcrop in what passed for the demon's camp. In the distance Talyth could see Talia, overlooking the unfolding battle. She seemed to be talking with some one, probably a bodyguard or adviser. It didn't matter either way, both would die before Talyth was through here. She held out her hand and the shadows and darkness coiled and twisted around it, forming into the shape of her bow.
She drew the string back and three arrows of solid darkness formed. She took careful aim, two for Talia, one for her adviser. She let the arrows loose and as they sailed into the distance towards their targets Talyth instantly teleported through the shadows to another location with a clear view of Talia, now slightly closer. Once more she pulled back her bow and let fly with another volley, and again she vanished before her prey would even know it was being shot at. She repeated this process, moving closer and closer with each volley, carefully timing each one so that they would all land at the exact same time.
By the end of her series of shots, Talyth had fired enough arrows to account for an entire regiment of archers, and with any luck, her quarry would never even see it coming. After her attack she disappeared once more into the distance, waiting to see how her attack fared.
The shadows of the infamous Black Jungle seemed to twist and crawl as though alive. As the Dark Elf Talyth Azuryth silently slid seamlessly from one to the next, they may as well have been. The lithe huntress effortlessly hugged the contour of the landscape, completely undetectable in her Shadowsilk Cloak. She was on the prowl. Every creature in the forest had learned to fear the passing of the Elf, or at least they would if any of them ever knew she was there. All of them, except one.
It was a creature she had come to call Velkyn (unseen). So far, the creature had proven just as capable of slipping undetected through the shadows as Talyth herself. It was this creature that she had spent so long seeking to conquer. A deadly game of cat and mouse played out through the jungle darkness, spread out over the long... what had it been now... Months? Years? Decades? Talyth didn't know. Nor did she care. For once the Womb of Evil had churned out a foe worthy of the Drow's skills.
But soon, she would prove her mastery over even this most elusive of challenges. She had slain Giants and Dragons single handedly. She alone emerged victorious against vicious Hydras, dragged the massive Rocs out of the skies they flew in, and even dove to the crushing black depths of the oceans in pursuit of Kraken and Leviathan of the depths. All had fallen in the end. Not even the members of her own devoted followers had proven capable of surviving against her. Velkyn was perhaps the most elusive of all her quarry so far... but he too would fall.
Crimson eyes peered through the gloom, focusing in on even the tiniest of things out of place in the surrounding jungle. There! thought Talyth, spotting an almost imperceptible shift in the shadows. She froze in place, instinctively huddling deeper into the concealing folds of her cloak. Moments later the form of a midnight black panther padded silently into a patch of light. Velkyn slowly prowled to the edge of a pool of crystal clear water, leaning his head down to take a drink.
It was all the invitation Talyth needed. One swift and silent moment was all it took for her bow Ul-Ilindith (destiny) to materialize out of the shadows in Talyth's hand. The bow's appearance reflected it's owner's perfectly. Where once it had been a shining beacon, it was now corrupted and twisted. The once brilliant shine of the Moonsilver weapon had long ago darkened, fading to black. Darkness seemed to almost drip from the weapon, leaving tendrils of gloom and shadow drifting through the air around it. It's once noble past had long ago been forgotten, and all that remained was a predator's weapon.
Talyth drew back her bow and smiled, revealing her sharp fangs. As the bow string drew back, a bolt of pure shadow materialized in place of an arrow. "End of the line, Velkyn." She let the string go, and Ul-Ilindith struck.
Soon... Soon the full eclipse would be upon the world. Talyth smiled. Where the so called "civilized" world would cower in fear, Talyth would boldly seek out the horrors lurking in the coming darkness. It was her only true promise of challenge. She looked to the sky, almost hoping that the black spot had moved farther over the sun since she had last checked. It hadn't, but Talyth was ever hopeful. The Black Jungle had taken on a whole new life as the Eclipse grew closer. The Womb of Evil at it's heart spilled forth ever greater monstrosities to track down and destroy. Monstrosities that were never enough of a challenge, perhaps, but they were better than the Jungle's standard prey.
More and more Talyth found her gaze turning homeward. Back once more to the Land of Eternal Midnight. She could feel something... powerful. It was almost calling her back. This Eclipse was bringing something massive, and at least part of that something was going to be there. The Dark Elf didn't know how she knew.... but she knew.
A small hissing "pop" interrupted the Drow's train of thought. Her crimson eyes darted towards the source of the noise to find Velkyn prowling out of the shadows. He was dragging some badly mangled creature with him, "Found dinner, I see, Velkyn."
The Shadow Panther's only reply was a low growl as he dragged his kill towards his corner of camp.
"Eat fast, Ogglin. (rival) We're going home..."
War had come. All the world was under siege. Talyth was in paradise. Her homeland was one of infinite Shadow and Darkness, and there was nowhere she or her companions would rather be. The unlikely trio carved a path of death through the chaos unfolding everywhere. Her new found Psy Hawk Vel'Xunnyr (spy) flew ahead, finding the hidden path or isolated quarry. Velkyn would chase the quarry to ground, forcing it into Talyth's sights and to it's death.
They had a mission now. Talyth's great challenge had finally made itself known. Talia, the demon general leading the attack on the Drow, had appeared with the intention of destroying the Dark Elves entirely. She was ruthless, efficient, and more importantly: Powerful. She promised a hunt far greater than any other creature Talyth had fought in nearly a century.
Talyth tilted her head back and let out a bone-chilling, half feral howl. It echoed over the landscape, where it was soon echoed by an equally feral roar, followed moments later by a terrifying screech. The Great Hunt was on.
Talyth sat in a hidden camp located on a hill just off the main battlefield. The demonic host poured from the Womb of Evil in the distance, providing Talia with an almost inexhaustible supply of demonic soldiers to hurl at the Dark Elf battle lines. For the time, the battle seemed to be a stalemate. Waves of demonic horrors charged forth from Talia's end of the field, only to be cut down just as quickly by scores of Elven arrows and ballistae shots. Wherever the demon host gained an advantage the Drow line was quick to reform, focusing more fire towards the weakening point.
"Vel'xunnyr, fly ahead, scout out a path to our prey. I want to know when she is at her most... vulnerable. Velkyn, I want you to spread terror among their ranks. Pick off minor commanders, champions. Show them no one is safe. Tonight, the Blood Moon rises, and our hunt will come to it's end."