Dear Dragonblade

The skies were stormy and gray; the land was covered in the blood of the fallen- Blue, Green, Red... The earth made a sickly squish sound as his plated boots stepped. His breathing drawn and fists clenched tightly around the hilt of his blade. Lifting his azure gaze skywards, he narrowed his eye at the sight of fel fire falling down once more.
With sure steps, the knight moved swiftly across the shore. His blade seeking out and cutting down the demons in his path. Fire rained around him, but not a sweat did he break. The clash of metal rang through his ears as his sword danced with a Felguard's blade. He ignored the screams and battlecries around him, for he had his target. His mocha hair fell around his face as his blade clashed once more with the demon. The wind howled loudly past them, spreading the green flames along the forest edge.
"You won't take Azeroth from us." Adisor growled, pushing his blade forward and down.
The felguard was brought to one knee as it held the blade away. With a crack of lightning running through the clouds, several felhounds begin to surround the lord. With a quick strike, the felguard was fallen. The lord let out a loud war cry as he began to cut down the beasts that dared to try and overtake him.
Amongst the battle, the great sword of Dragonblade would lay on the ground. A soldier came close, on alert, and retrieved the item. Returning it to the home of the waiting lady.
"My lady." The soldiers voice called forth to the battleroom.
"What is it? Be quick." The woman's voice rang out with authority.
The man sat the blade gingerly on the table, "Lady Odessii..."
The woman's tawny hair swayed in her movement as she stepped forth to run a hang along the blood drenched blade.
With a final growl, "Where is my brother!"