Post by Morec0
((Finally finished my submission to the Blizzard Creative Writing Contest, wish me luck. But, even if I don't even get one of the honorable mention places, I'll still post it here. With that in mind, prepare for a dramatic change in plot for Light and Death. And if you missed the previous episode, you can still see it at
http://www.wowhead.com/?forums&topic=81694&p=876355))
- A thin hand waved over a crystal ball, and the image faded. He had been informed that mortals were on their way to challenge the Scourge, but Itheac had no fear. The Lich King had granted him incredible power from his loyalty, and Itheac quickly became one of the most talented Necromancers in the Plaugelands.
- At one time, he had moved with the armies of the Scourge, never having time to expand on any of the massive experiments that he’s dreamed of. But now, operating from within a laboratory in Stratholme, he had all the time in the world.
- But this Paladin was resourceful, and powerful. Itheac grinned; he would make a fine Death Knight to serve him, just like he was. “
Death Knight,” Itheac said to the shadows, “
I have work for you.”
- “Yes, master?” a monotone voice replied.
- “
You have served me well all these years,” Itheac stated, “
but, I have another task for you. A
task befitting of your power, Morec.”
- The Death Knight stepped from the shadows. His hair and beard was still a pitch black, just like in life, but his eyes now glowed an icy blue. Morec - once a warrior of light, now a knight of death – was powerful, and that power was surpassed only by his loyalty to Itheac. Although, that loyalty was not his own.
- Itheac grinned, his power had not only resurrected Morec as a Death Knight, but it had also bound the once-Paladin to his iron will. Totally loyal, totally obedient. “
A Paladin, I want you to bring his corpse back to me,” Itheac said. “
I will raise him and bind him to my will and you will have an ally to assist you in serving me.”
- “Yes, master,” Morec said and began to walk from the room.
- “
One more thing, Morec,” Itheac said. “
You may find a female High Elf as well; bring her corpse back also. Even in death she can be of use to me.”
- “Yes, master,” Morec said for the final time and left his master, Itheac, to complete his task.
…
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He still thinks that I am completely under his control, Morec thought as he walked into the burning streets of Stratholme.
Good, let him continue to think that. For the very moment that I muster the will power, I will break free of your control and slay you on the spot, “master.”
- Morec had retained his mind from the very moment Itheac had raised him into Undead, but, even then, he had been smart enough to keep his mental control a secret. Morec had decided it was best to fake servitude and avoid any attempt to break free until he was certain he could. That way, he could avoid Itheac increasing the power he used to control Morec and risk losing his will altogether.
- Morec let forth a sharp whistle and his majestic steed – although any mortal would call it a decaying horror – trotted into sight. Morec climbed on into the saddle and rode to one of Stratholme’s Ziggurats, surrounding it were several Necromancers-in-training, along with an assortment of Ghouls, Ghosts, Gargoyles, and other Scourge Creature. But these were not who Morec was looking for.
- “Garen, John,” He called into the crowd, “Come, we have been given a task.”
- Two other Death Knights rode from out of the crowd. “Yes, master,” they said. In life, Garen and John had been his assistants, his pupils, in death they served as his bodyguards.
- Although they were just slightly less powerful then he, Garen and John had not preserved themselves as Morec had, and their bones stuck through their rotting flesh in some places. Their decaying had also removed some of their key features, making them look nearly identical. But there were still some noticeable differences to them. John’s body was bloated in places and different types of blisters and sores dotted his skin. Garen’s breath was visible whenever he spoke, and his armor was covered with patches of ice, despite the fires raging around them.
- “Lord Itheac has ordered us to collect some corpses,” Morec explained. “We ride for the Wetlands now.” Morec spurred his mount which then quickened to a gallop, behind him Garen and John did the same.
- As he left the city behind him, his thoughts went to how much longer it would be before he could kill Itheac and be free of the accursed Necromancer.
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Soon, he told himself.
Very soon.
Post by Morec0
- “
One more thing, Morec,” Itheac said. “
You may find a female High Elf as well; bring her corpse back also. Even in death she can be of use to me.”
Lol that bit made me laugh a little, as well as slightly cringe in disgust.
Inspired by
a true story.
Post by Patty
- “
One more thing, Morec,” Itheac said. “
You may find a female High Elf as well; bring her corpse back also. Even in death she can be of use to me.”
Lol that bit made me laugh a little, as well as slightly cringe in disgust.
Inspired by
a true story.
....O_o ... O_O ... O_o ...
Have you seen both the Love story ones as well? They are hilarious.
And exactly WHERE is Page 8? D: