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((ooc- then we have two characters to kill/mortally wound, mwuhahahahahahaha, just joking crazy. But your nerubian will die!))
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Characters: Mor'galoruz & Tarkrifal
Location: Sholazar
-From the ground the dreadlord noticed his brother failing to control the frost wyrm. It should not be acting like this. Noticing it started to fly towards Dragonblight, Mor'galoruz took flight himself after the undead dragon.
-When he go above the tress he saw the beacon of energy in the horizon. "This can't be good." He thought to himself.
-Meanwhile, Tarkrifal struggled atop the forst wyrm. "Beast!" He yelled "Obey me!" The wyrm paused for a while, then kept going, part of him wanted to go to the beacon, another part struggled against to obey his masters.
-Once they (both the flying dreadlord, and the frost wyrm) passed the mountain line, they saw the giant web below them. As the wyrm descended, and Mor'galoruz followed, still trying to catch up, they noticed the nerubian soldiers beneath. "This might not be a total waste after all." Tought Mor'galoruz.
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Characters: Tichondrius, Mor'galoruz.
Location: Icecrown.
-Tichondrius went over some maps inside his chamber. Suddenly the door bust open and Mor'galoruz came in. "What is this?" Cried out Tichondrius.
-"Tarkrifal has been defeated. And the frost wyrm is dead." Said Mor'galoruz.
-"What? We do not have the time to resummon Tarkrifal. This is not good. How did they do this?"
-"They have a necromancer in their mist. And an extremely powerful vizier, a master of the flame."
-"Master of the flame you say? Guess we'll have to fight fire with fire."
-"What are you talking about?"
-And so, out of the shadows, a familiar character showed up. Tze'ronium.
-"Y-you resummoned him?" Asked Mor'galoruz.
-"Yes." Said Tichondrius. "And now, it's time for you two to do what you do best. Go to Azjol'Nerub. Mor'galoruz it'll be your job to turn that necromancer to our side. If he's already as far as I think he is down the road, it shouldn't be too hard. And Tze'ronium, you will go and kill that vizier, by any means necessary."
-"How do you suppose we enter their kingdom without them noticing?" Asked the newly reformed dreadlord.
-"The scourge is gonna attack the holes they made around Icecrown. It should be enough to distract their guard, but not enough so to attract the attention of the elite group. The vizier and necromancer should stay inside their walls. You will go in and do your jobs. Now!"
-And so they went. The scourge did, attack the holes, it was nothing much, and it went exactly as Tichondrius said it would. Their plan was finally set on motion.
-Meanwhile, Anuv'arnik sat alone in his room. He had told the king about his feat, and Anub'arak was very pleased. He now held power enough to completely turn the tides of this war. The room was dark. The only illumination came from one small beacon of fire. Suddenly a chilling wind came through, and the beacon went out. Darkness reigned in his settlements. "You did well." Said a voice, coming out of nowhere, and everywhere. "You please your king. And yet, he does not offer you what you deserve!" Continued on the voice. "Who are you?" Cried out the necromancer. "Come out from wherever you are."
-Mor'galoruz hid in the shadows. As long as there was no light, he could not be seen or touched.
-"I'm you. I'm your mind. I'm your reason! Your king does not trust you! All you do is please him and he favors the vizier! You deserve better! You deserve more! You deserve power!"
-Suddenly the beacon lit up again. The dreadlord was long gone by now. The necromancer looked around, shocked.
-"Good. The seeds of corruption have been planted. Now just watch them grow." Though the Nathzerim as he wandered out of the underground kingdom, walking in the shadows.
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((OOC - The dreadlord was not inving him to the scourge. In fact, the necromancer did not even know he was there. Mor'galoruz only wanted to turn the necromancer against his peers. I'm sorry if I did not make that clear.))
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((ooc- to answer flyingshots questions. To hyper link words you copy the url and click that globe with the chain button, pate it in there and type the words you wish to be the link. Also Morec is on vacation he stated that in one of the light and death pages.))
Character: Nal'Jeb Chillbearer
Location: Azjol Nerub, Inside his phylactery.
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What an interesting turn of events.
Thought the lich from the safety of his phylactery.
I think, it is time to become whole again. With this new power the foolish necromancer has unwillingly bestowed upon me I will easily get out of this underground kingdom.
So with those final words, the lich began to use his new found powers to help speed along his return.
-The phylactery began to glow, it sent out a shadowy light that clogged the air. Anuv'arnik jumped with surprise, he had the the phylactery was dormant but obviously it was not.
-As he was channelling the power Nal'Jeb also reached out to the necromancers mind,
Foolish spider, you think you can defeat the might of the scourge, You are mistaken.
the words racked through Anuv'arnik's head, causing him great doubt. Those word along with the dreadlord's before, made him wonder.
-There was a silent explosion of pure darkness as the lich resurrected him self . Anuv'arnik was knocked against a nearby wall. Nal'Jeb stood tall and proud "Spider, you shall be a great play toy to test these powers you have placed upon me. These powers of shadow, they did one thing, I lost my ability to use the power of frost magic, so Chillbearer is no longer fitting." he said.
-"How about..Dead!" yelled the necromancer as he hurled a razor sharp bolt of shadow at the lich's head planning to decapitate him. The lich simply raised his hand and absorbed it. "Yes, interesting. the powers you place on my phylactery, now reside in me." he said picking up the amulet and placing it around his neck. " I think a more appropriate title is needed... the Shadow Weaver...yes Nal'Jeb the Shadow Weaver. Got a sort of ring to it."
-"Enough of these foolish games" roared the necromancer, he grabbed his staff and turned it into a shadow sword and charged the lich. Nal'Jeb simply side stepped the attack and hit the nerubian's mind with a
blast of shadow magic.
Anuv'arnik crumpled from the blow and fell to the floor.
-A nearby patrol of nerubians heard the commotion and came to see what was causing it, when they arrived they saw a lich laughing mockingly at them as he teleported to another tunnel.
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