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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"I will make the arrangements at once my lady." Drakkis bowed and, with a last lingering look at the draenai shuffled out.
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
"Well, that's different," Faust mused as he watched a spectral creature rise from the floor before him, drifting away and towards one of the larger shops of the undercity purposefully. Glancing from side to side, the cane toting man reached into his mouth and adjusted the set of humanizing dentures before following the carting corpse curiously.
Post by
Levarus
Aerkis Winterspine
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
New matters of business had seemed to flourish within Aerkis's chamber. He supposed that was good. "Emmisary" Aerkis yelled, looking at the shivering crowd within his chamber for that skeletal fool.
"Right here, sire." said the skeletal mage, bowing down clumsily. His name was Dustwell. Aerkis had never cared to learn of his story when he was human, but rumors had it that he fell down a well and his bones turned to dust when he was finally found. Earning him the nickname "Dustwell" which he was none too fond of. "I am sending you along with two elite Nerubian guards to tend to our upcoming friends in Azjol'Nerub." said Aerkis. "Say all the typical stuff you'd say to any other diplomat. Give them promises, motivational speeches dedicated to the Scourge's glory, a dream of re-innovating their falling empire into it's one glorious spider sanctuary. But don't be too harsh, Nerubians are quite prideful. Be sure to mention Aerkis Winterspine, the last word sent forth from the Lich King himself to truly regain his lost power!" Aerkis said, lost in a dream of glory and conquest.
Dustwell nodded. "It shall be done, sir." His two Nerubian guards trying their best to bow, looking vexed by the action. Aerkis smirked.
"Now begone." he said, watching Dustwell quickly create a portal which him and his two spidery guardians entered hastily, eager to withdraw from the cold quarters of Aerkis. "Anything else?" Aerkis said. That was when Glunn the Reanimator spoke up.
Glunn was a lanky undead with two boggling eye sockets that contained a focusing emerald colored iris at their cores. He could seem to zoom in on sight when he wished almost subconciously. "The work of a new abomination is being overlooked." said Glunn. "One that will posses the ability to annihilate cities whole, to leave a trail of blazing destruction wherever it may roam under the commanding tone of you, master."
"Sounds great." said Aerkis. A face passed on Glunn that left a curious mark of uncertainty in Aerkis.
"Yes, it is great...but the only thing is that we need...well...ingredients." said Glunn.
Aerkis understood. "What kind of ingredients reanimator? Do I need to go and send yet another raiding party to kill the Frost Dwarves?" Glunn wavered his head.
"No, we need organs of man, vyrkul, and tuskar alike. Which are in somewhat of an abundance in this frozen wasteland." said Glunn, grinning wickedly.
"You shall have your organs." said Aerkis smiling with him. "Now, anything else?" When no reply came, Aerkis nodded and dismissed them, a crude smile making it's way across his cruder face.
Well, who shall I declare war with first? No one even knows of my armies. When
we
are the actual game-changers.
His smile turned into a laugh, one of malice and anticipation for the upcoming event.
Post by
Atik
Sataira Hopewell
Howling Fjord
Sataira nodded, suddenly wincing and gripping her forehead once again. Her other hand planted itself into the table, digging up the wood slightly.
After a second, she growled and slammed her hand that had been over her face down upon the table. "Damnit..." She grumbled.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
The chamber was cool and dark save for a single candle's flickering light. Bottles filled with eerie bubbling chemicals, fluids and the flesh they preserved, or components of the strange and bizarre were scattered upon shelves and piles of moldy books left in towers of script all over the chamber. A single window was shuttered securely closed, though shreds of light struggled through the cracks of the wood in the indomitable way light always does. The scratching of a quill upon paper sounded through the room as Drakkus, his skull lit by the orange glow of the candle scribbled furiously upon a piece of parchment. The embers which were his eyes shot back as they followed along with his writing upon the parchment, to the point they were almost a blur.
"I don't like it, no i do not," The undead murmured to himself in the emptiness of the room. "Here I am, finally managing to raise her from the dead once more, and then this nobody comes along. Who does he think he is? Crawling here like some parasite, worming his way into these lands, slithering up like a snake to the forging of a new kingdom, and just waiting to bite. Pah!" Drakkus spat, though naturally no phlegm was available so the sound had to do. "Like fel that's going to happen. Right?" Drakkus turned his head, addressing a tall painting that occupied a reverent space on the wall. The shadows of overhanging curtains and the general darkness of the room hid it from sight, but Drakkus had long ago memorized every line of the portrait.
A small worg lying on the floor barked cheerily.
"Shut up Checkers!" Drakkus growled as he sprinkled some sand on the ink, drying it.
He paused then, slowly rolling the letter in his bony fingers. "For that matter, just who the fel is this Morec anyway? He couldn't be the Baron. He was killed with Naxxramas. He couldn't be that other Morec either, he was supposed to have disappeared after the Lich King's fall. So then... who is he? An imposter? A fool? The Prima ballerina of Stormwind? Or simply insane?" Drakkus lifted the candle and tipped it, dripping the wax upon the scroll and sealing it. Quickly pressing a ring on his finger he marked the letter.
Drakkus tapped the end of the scroll against the desk thoughtfully as he gathered himself for further monologue. At last he shook his head with a growl, continuing with, "Damn! Fine. I suppose I will have to talk to that draenai of his instead, and see what I may learn there, then."
"Woof!"
"Shut up damn it!" Drakkus snapped. Pulling a silk chord hanging from the ceiling, a faint ring of a bell sounded, an acolyte soon at the door and given the message. Watching as the robed man ran down the hall towards the rookery Drakkus sighed and stepped out of his chamber, closing the door behind him.
Resolved to find out from the draenai what he could, he set off down the hall towards the command room he had so recently vacated.
Post by
Levarus
Dustwell
Azjol'Nerub
As Dustwell raced down the web-filled tunnels carved by the ancient ancestors of his very own Nerub'ar Elite, a disturbing sight came into view. The ground was littered with dead Nerubians. His guards looked like they might of cried. "Uhh." said Dustwell awkwardly to the group standing over the mess of carapace and twitching insect. "I hope you're janitors."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: John William Cassidy, Jacques "Jack" Cantelli, Morgan Crane, Bartholomew Wensleydale, Ridley "Red Rid" Glau
Location
: Azjol'Nerub
Jack was still in the process of turning around when Cassidy was already standing with his feet shoulder width apart, firmly planted into the stone floor, firing from his monster of a revolver into Dustwell's entourage.
"Hmph," Cantelli exhaled, raising his long-barreled shotgun at letting out a round of blessed incendiary ammo, aiming for the chests.
"
Inflammate!
" Glau shouted with abandon, white-hot fire pouring out of the tip of his staff and onto the newcomers.
Character
: Alaric Dalson, Nibbles
Location
: Dalaran, Underbelly
Alaric looked around - he was standing in one of the darker parts of the Underbelly, away from prying eyes. He was not trained to discern arcane presence in his immediate vicinity, so he had to rely on his sight, hearing and conventional methods - and, as far as those three were concerned, he was alone. His veils were potent enough to obscure him, but their brewer had sacrificed longevity for the sake of sheer power - Dalson could already tell they were starting to wear off. Fortunately, they had served their purpose already.
The death knight took out a flat stone tablet, no larger than his palm, with a single rune engraved onto its smooth gray surface, radiating pleasant warmth - not that the undead warrior could feel it properly, he was rather vaguely aware of the heat. He clenched the rune stone in his fist and murmured an incantation, his voice dropping a couple of octaves. A rift in time-space continuum barely large enough for him to go through without bowing his head and hunching his shoulders opened in front of him, and he did not hesitate to step through - wounding up in a middle of a desert.
While his manservant pulled his rather ragged clothes over his face in an attempt to escape the ungodly heat, Alaric allowed himself a small smile and walked several steps in a seemingly random direction before opening another portal.
Several iterations later he found himself in the white plains of Icecrown, frigid wind toying with his cloak and hurtling snow into his face. Dalson put the rune stone back into the depths of his cloak and pulled out a saronite sigil depicting a horse standing on its rear legs.
A minute or so later snow was already covering two sets of tracks - one of a warhorse, the other of a ghoul.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Clink and Clank
Location: Dalaran
The two mechagnomes made there way out of the libary and back into the city weaving between peoples legs as they ran.
"Take these the maps to the creator Clank." Clink said as they stopped in the center of the city by a fountain.
"Why me? I want to see more of these organic lifeforms and there habits." The gnome protested.
Clink shook his head. "The creator must have the maps before the unification can begin. And you can get around faster then me so go." Clink said.
"Fine. But next time you go and I stay." Clank said as he turned and ran off towards the landing pad that the flightmaster used.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily tilted her head curiously at Sataria's display but did not stop smiling.
Did not stop grinning.
Could not stop smiling.
Character: Galbain
Location: Kamagua, Howling Fjord
Galbain just continued to sharpen his weapons.
Shnk...
Shnk...
Shnk...
Shnk...
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Excuse me, miss Cauily?" Drakkus whispered from the doorway, trying to draw the draenai's attention. "Might I speak with you?" he asked with a beckoning gesture.
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
"There's something wrong with this, but I just can't quite put my finger on it," Faust mused from the doorway of the shop, watching the streaming line of undead carry weapons and the like into a shimmering portal.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily continued to smile as she walked over to Drakkus and asked "yes?"
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
Morec felt someone's eyes on him and turned around, spotting someone just outside the doorway. "Well don't just stand there!" he said cheerfully, "come on it. Have a seat. Share a tale! I'm not going anywhere for a while and could use some entertainment!" He death griped a pair of chairs over to him.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"I was just curious about our new allies. I was hoping that, maybe, you could tell me about yourselves. After all, should we be working togethor it only makes sense to know about the other, no?" Drakkus asked the smiling woman, his own skull grinning back like some odd unintentional mockery.
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
"By Jove! Someone with a sense of decorum and manners! I haven't seen such a thing in an age and a half! I would be remissed to refuse good sir," Faust proclaimed, his arms and grin wide as he entered the shop, taking one of the offered chairs with a nod of acknowledgement to the goblins.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
"Okay," Cauily said, her voice losing whatever cheer it once had. "I was one of the survivors of the Exodar crash, and after helping ensure my people's place in the Azuremyst Isles I was chosen to assist our night elven allies in Ashenvale. I was not there for three weeks before a group of Sentinels I was traveling with was overrun by a band of orc warriors near the Warsong Gulch..."
She trailed off, then her smiled grew even larger as she continued. "All of the men were killed, but the women - myself and two other night elves - were left alive for the orcs' ammusement. They camped out in that spot for one weak, having their way with us at will - it's how I got my name, get it? - and executing us when they got bored. After the first three days they killed the first elf, after the next three, the second, one the seventh day they were discovered by Alliance soldiers that had been camping only a half-days walk away from the orcs' camp. They rescued me and killed the orcs, then I-"
She broke into a peel of laughter, "I killed them! And then moved onto the next town I could find to continue killing them! If not for the Prophet's interference after I would have been executed after my trial! Instead I was thrown into the Stormwind Vault, where a group of gaurds took the place of the orcs." She continued to laugh and smile.
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
"Well, I try to greet all of my potential allies with the greatest of respect," he said, making a slight bow from his sitting position. "Now, what class might you be? I'd tell you mine first to be polite but I think it's fairly obvious," he motioned to the ghosts hard at work with a chuckle. "And are you one of those mercenaries that spend so much time lounge around here nowadays, taking the place of the old-fashioned heroes?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Huh," Drakkus said in interest. "Interesting. So, you killed them, because they were there? Without any sort of discrimination?" he asked.
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
"High class, all the way," Faust declared with a sweeping motion and grin. "And oh my no. Granted I have nothing in particular against mercenaries - in fact I find them quite useful - but you know how it is, hard to find the professionals who will adhere to their contracts. Still, when someone seeks to rise in power and instill order, well..." Faust idly waved his hand dismissively.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
"Because they didn't save all of us sooner," Cauily replied, still smiling. "And then I realized that I couldn't go back to the Alliance because of what I had done, so I started killing all! And I liked it! It was fun! No one could stop me so I kept going, and going, and going! It is what Lord Rivendare reffered to as "jumping off the slippery slope" when he freed me and the others." She laughed again before ending it in a content sigh.
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
"Power is something we can all get behind, or take ahold of," Morec said. "However, I find order to be a little bit...," his left hand twisted circles in the air as the looked for the right word, "monotonous. It's all "safety" this and "security" that; very, VERY little room to garner power within it. That is why I subscribe to a different point of view; anarchy. When there are no rules, when there are no laws, there are no problems! People, especially yourself, are free to come and go as they wish; gain power as they wish; dominate others as they wish. And as long as you're the most powerful you're the one who gets to pull everyones strings." He leaned back in his chair.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
"Hm. Makes sense, I suppose, from a certain point of view," Drakkus admitted. "So you say Morec freed you all? Then, why come here?"
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
"Oh? How interesting, you seem to be under the impression I gather power for myself." Faust tapped the end of his cane against the floor in thought. "A curious conclusion, but I'm more interested in you concept of anarchy and its advantages. You see, as I conceive it, anarchy merely precedes, rather than precludes, order.
"I will explain. With anarchy, with everyone against one another, one individual eventually rises to the top of the garbage heap. And, as you said, order invites safety and security, something an individual in power would desire to secure themselves their placement. After all, strength never lasts forever, and fear is a truly powerful inciter. As such, with order and a yet to fully wax strength behind it, the powerless who were trod upon by the strong flock to this standard. And eventually their numbers and their organization makes them formidable."
Faust's thumb gently ran over the crystal atop his cane. "And besides, rules keep things interesting." His grin widened, revealing the edge of his dentures and the milky white of the teeth behind them.
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Wyrmest Temple, Dragonblight
Winds blowing against the soft-skinned tents blew a cold breeze into the necromancers base.
Or perhaps it's just the frostwyrms
... thought Daedrin, glancing at the near-hundreds of frostwyrms guarding their encampment. Cultists all around were channeling dark energies into the corpse of a Black Drake, raising it as a cold servant of the Scourge.
A couple hundred more frostwyrms, and we're set...
thought Daedrin grinning wickedly.
Bo the Black Dread
Valkyrion
Bo dismounted his ebon steed at the foot of the Vyrkul base. A Frost Vyrkul came to him with a weird look on his face. "Who are you?" the guard asked, with an equal sense of wonder and curiosity in his north tainted eyes.
"My name is Bo. Bo the Black Dread if you must know. I have been sent from Aerkis Winterspine a Lich-Lord General once loyal to the Lich King who has ordered the instruction of a mass of New Scourge emmisaries to gather allies once loyal to the Lich King and form a new army that will conquer the entirety of this highly-sought wasteland." said Bo, bowing meagerly. "Now if you'd please, lead me to your leader." The Frost Vyrkul Gate-Guard returned the bow and led him through the gates. Fresh snowflakes skittering through the wind-tormented air.
Valkyr patrolled on high through the dirt-paved roads, giants of men armed with longer axes looking at the Death Knight ammusingly. Up ahead the blighted pools with corrupted Proto-Drake eggs tended by the Hyldnir bubbled and fumed, making a refreshing warm breeze instead of the daunting and irritating cold winds. The guard led to him a white-bearded giant of a Vrykul who had two longswords sheathed at his back. "Who do you bring to this sanctuary Vardnul?"
Vardnul's mouth hung open and turned to Bo who bowed courtesly. "I am Bo the Black Dread, a general of the New Scourge, and is acting as an emmissary of Aerkis Winterspine the Lord of Vorth'renal. Before the Lich King Arthas whom you were once loyal to was defeated, he sent a secretly-constructed Necropolis to the seas east of Storm Peaks. Now, as the armies of Northrend lie scattered and ruined amidst the ash-filled scene of war, we have returned, sending an icy call to those once loyal the Scourge. Join us. And together we shall annihilate our foes and claim what is truly ours. Northrend." Daedrin said.
The Vyrkul Chieftan smiled greatly. "ANY FRIEND OF A FRIEND OF THE TRUE LICH KING IS A FRIEND OF MINE. Now come! Feast in our bountiful halls! For an alliance has just been made for sure!" he roared cheerfully. The rest of the town echoed his cheer and Bo was led into a long-hall with serving women carrying platters of roast beef and butter-glazed hot bread.
Good
...thought Bo. Thinking of the amassed armies of Vyrkul native to other lands that would join up with Valkyrion's battlecry.
Aerkis will be most pleased.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Clink and Clank
Location: Dalaran
Clank ran onto Krasus Landing and looked at all the different gryphons and wind riders stabled there. "Silly organics." He said jumping into the air and two little rockets in his feet roared to life and he hovered in the air. "Wings are for chumps." He said causing his rockets to shoot him into the air with a roar that caused the animals to freak out and sent all the stable hands running around trying to calm them down.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily kept smiling. "Because under Lord Rivendare's rule I can kill whoever I want! If I had just feed myself into the Eastern Kingdoms or Kalimdor and started killing again I'd be hunted down and imprisoned. And I wasn't always a mage, no; Lord Rivendare helped me with that."
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
Morec smiled and leaned forward. "When you're me, my dear sir, power does last forever. I've been killed three times throughout my history, and each time I just get back up; a little different but stronger for it." He lifted a hand, necromantic magic swirling around it. "Fear is something I don't worry about anymore, and power is something of mine that only continues to grow; ergo the two greatest motives for order you pointed out are moot.
"In the kingdoms of the world you have leaders bickering and squabling over what is best for there people, in the world I invision you have people bickering, squabling, and KILLING each other for the betterment of themselves! That's all of what the world boils down to; self preservation. Keep yourself alive, keep yourself strong, and don't give a damn about who dies at your hands."
He smiled and leaned back as a ghost brought over a bottle and another brought over two wine glasses. "That's why I'm here, you see; I'm here to build up that kind of nation, one of monsters and fiends, one of murder and chaos, one where everyone's sole purpose is to look out for themselves. Even me; and that's what I'm doing, dogs obey the strongest of their kind." The first ghost filled the glasses. Morec took both and offered the human the second. "But I'm sure something like that is of little interest to you, give your status in this wonderful nation of peace and restriction."
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Wyrmest Temple, Dragonblight
"It is done, sir." said one of the Damned Cultists.
"YES! YESSSS!" Daedrin yelled like a child just getting a new toy. Almost a thousand frostwyrms were at his disposal. Or, Aerkis's atleast. "We ride!" Daedrin laughed. He rode the biggest frostwyrm he could find. "I shall name you Frostclaw." said Daedrin rejoicingly. The Undead Gryphons rode behind the frostwyrms which outnumbered the number of cultists themselves. Daedrin figured freshly-trained Death Knights would need
some
kind of transportation, and not their weak portals.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
Rule? Rule! What rule? Where? How far? What sort of ambitions did Morec truly hold over the icy continent? How far and what enemies would he make friends and friends make enemies to accomplish that?
Such question Drakkus longed to ask, but he held himself in check saying instead: "I see. So, you want to kill people? Do you, or 'Lord Morec', have any specific compunctions in who you kill?" Drakkus asked.
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
"Well now that is interesting," Faust politely took the glass, tipping it slightly in the death knights direction. "As for killing people, I never really liked it, nor am I personally really allowed to do that anymore. Not without paying an arm and a leg for it. Gruesome stuff, dislike the process immensely.
"Anyway, I think that there is where you will eventually fall. Even if you manage to create your nation, it cannot survive. It will eventually be crushed, because only the strong will willingly live there. You will have to take over the whole world to succeed in your goal of eternal anarchy, as only when there is no escape will people even consider to stop looking for an alternative.
"Besides, time will inevitably beat you. It always does, order and anarchy loop, one inevitably feeds the other.
"As for my adoration of order, that is not necessarily true." Faust sipped from the drink and grinned. "You see, the thing that separates us, is the purpose of our efforts. In your case, your efforts towards a kingdom of anarchy is for, and can only be maintained, by you standing upon the top, above everyone else. And, if I may be so bold, it is that reason you work towards this goal. If you do not mind me saying so, I believe you are, in fact, afraid."
"This is quite good by the way. Sherry?" Faust asked, swishing the liquid in his glass.
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