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Post by
Levarus
Aerkis Winterspine
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
Nearing the end of the Scourge Wars and the Fall of the Lich King, Arthas ordered the construction of a floating necropolis hidden in the Storm Peaks. Using his general's magical affinity with Winter, Aerkis summoned a massive blizzard in the cold depths of Northrend to whipe away vision of the flying necropolis named Vorth'renal. Knowing the fall of the Scourge was only imminent, Arthas sent the Necropolis with some of his best generals including Aerkis to the seas east of Storm Peaks. His strategy: wait until the Alliance and Horde have withered away at eachothers strength, and at the right time, come back to reclaim the Frozen Wastes once more for the Scourge. Scourge Death Knights native to Vorth'renal scouted out for the perfect-timing, creating temporary portals back to the Necropolis and reporting to their master Lich Aerkis Winterspine. Now, Vorth'renal has made its way atop the icy summits of the mountains of Storm Peaks that separate its frozen land between Zul'drak.
His bony floating figure was a large intimidating one. Cold eyes desolate of pity and devoid of mercy stared down at his emmisaries. "My Lord, Deathwing has fallen. Hundreds of black drakes lie dead and scattered at Wyrmest Temple. Let us ressurect them as frostwyrms so that we may control the skies of Northrend!" said Daedrin Plaguetomb.
A sensible idea
...thought Aerkis.
Tiny orbs of frost encompassed his long cold hands, an aura of frost emitted by his commanding presence. A massive blizzard was created at the Necropolis's core, nearly blocking out vision of those who would somehow be on the Storm Peak mountains. "I shall send you with a small force of new Cult of the Damned agents. I want those frostwyrms quickly, be subtle about it too. Scattered armies and broken thieves of kings who would seek to claim a tiny part of the old master's glorious kingdom are everywhere. Be quick, be subtle, and most of all, be effective. I want atleast a hundred Frostwyrms by the end of the month." said Aerkis.
Daedrin bowed, "It shall be done." he said before leaving. Next he stared at his Death Knight general Bo the Black Dread.
"I entrusted you to set up a camp at the peak of the Storm Peak mountain which this necropolis overlooks. Did it happen?"
The Death Knight bowed, his black saronite armor making a
clink
noise at the act. "Aye my Lich Lord, we've took the responsibility to name it Iceheart Base. Portals are being set up as we speak by Death Knights and Undead Mages. Give it a week and the base will be a thriving foothold of the New-Scourge, a testament to your will."
Aerkis nodded. "You are dismissed. You have Death Knights to be training. Anything else?" The hordes of undead denizens looked around obliviously within Aerkis's quarter. "No? THEN GET BACK TO WORK." he yelled, as skittering soldiers and commanders alike made their way back to their duties.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast (Port of Blood), Howling Fjord
The entire Company of psychopaths ate well.
Post by
Levarus
Aerkis Winterspine
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
"Master, I have come as you commanded." said Garthern Ebonwrought. His pale skin petruding a red radiance at his humongous eyes. Garthern was a Blood Death Knight, one of the few trained by Bo the Death Knight General. Most of the initiates he trained were Unholy or Frost, very few being Blood.
"Good, I have a task for you. Bo tells me that you excel more than most which you train with." Aerkis said, his eyes casting a judgemental stare on the loyal subject. Garthern nodded humbily. "At Zul'drak lies Gundrak, home to the Drakkari. As you most likely know, the Drakkari were nearly fully-converted by the Lich King during his war with the pathetic Ashen Verdict. I want you to go there and act as a diplomat to them. Some are still honor-bound to Arthas, we are his remnants. Some will surely convert to our dark just cause. I want you to hurry too and attempt to convert them." said Aerkis.
Garthern nodded, honored by the received order. "It shall be done!" he yelled, taking his leave of Aerkis's cold stare.
Good
...he thought. "Oh... and one more thing." Aerkis said, causing Garthern to turn around.
"Be sure to mention my name." he said. Garthern nodded before going off again.
Even more good
...Aerkis thought contently.
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
Deadrin was gathered with his fellow army of Blight Bringers. Skeletal necromancers adorned in black purplish robes, a myriad of what remained of the Cult of the Damned. Deadrin nodded, before entering the large oval-shaped portal along with his party. Teleporing down to the summit of Iceheart Base. Skeletal gryphons were already stabled by Bo the Black Dead, ready for him and his crew to ride to Wyrmest.
Excellent
...he thought, walking up to one of them and mounting it. Like mindless drones the other cultists copied his move, with him at the head of the undead gryphon fleet. A cruel smile enveloped across his face as he gripped the reins and darted into the cold skies, tormented by Aerkis's blizzard. The rest of his team followed.
It shall be a short and long ride to Wyrmest
... he thought, realizing what he had just said made no sense at all. He shrugged carelessly, thinking of the frostwyrms he will ride the opposing direction of what he was now, instead of these slow dead gryphons.
Post by
Atik
Sataira
Howling Fjord
"I'm interested in your trust-worthiness, mister Morec." Sataira replied. "Specifically, your deal to assist us in ridding the King's domain of the Tuskarr. A little proof, say a half dozen Tuskarr pelts, shouldn't be too hard, I assume?"
Vivias, Susan
Azjol'Nerub
Susan shrugged.
Vivias stabbed at a shadow beside her, a horrible scream echoing before a strange winged undead insect fell dead. "Bats."
"Spiders." Susan corrected. "Or spider-bats... bat-spiders?"
"Annoying." Vivi concluded.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
"Oh, no of course not, not difficult at all." He held up an index finger. "But," he continued, "if I were to just send even one of my men on a killing spree to slaughter the tuskar and gather the pelts you desire it could very easily alert them to the fact there is a third player in this little power struggle, thereby removing the element of surprise as an advantage for us. Even with our forces combined we should try to move carefully, as I said the tuskar have more options than are at first apparent."
Post by
Atik
Sataira
Howling Fjord
"Hmmm..." Sataira nodded. "A fair point, I suppose." She stated, waving a hand dismissively.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
"I assure you, Lady Sataira; my return to sanity has left me far more trustworthy than recent evidence would have one belive. As soon as I am finished purchasing weapons and supplies for my people here I will contact you about dealing with our walrus problem. Untill then; fare the well my fellow death knight."
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily shut the spell down, causing both the orb in her hands and the one in Morec's possession to vanish. "Will that be all?" she asked Sataira, still smiling her wide, toothy and demented smile.
Post by
Atik
Sataira
Howling Fjord
"For now." Sataira nodded, stepping back to the table.
"What does our northern front look like in terms of conflict?" She asked Drakkus.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Cauily Whorde
Location: Utgarde Fortress, Holwing Fjord
Cauily nodded and resumed her silent staring.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
Drakkus cast a suspicious look at the Cauily, considering Morec's response and its implications even as he pointed towards the map on the table.
"Fortunately the Grizzly Hills act as a sort of buffer zone to any major military incursions from mortals. However the remnant Dark Iron and occasional Earthen force raid our lines at times. Fortunately the few living holdings in the territory proper have been silent for a time, though depending on how this action with the Tuskarr turns out that may change."
Character
: Faust Kaufman
Location
: Dalaran
Faust exited the tavern, humming to himself a deceptively merry tune. So far so good. Potential new muscle, an artifact mobile, and he hadn't even needed to spend a dime!
Which, naturally, had increased the budget for the next purchase, the man thought with a dark grin as he ducked into the yawning oval entrance into the undercity of Dalaran, his footsteps gradually petering off as he descended into the shadowy depths of ill repute.
Post by
Atik
Sataira
Howling Fjord
Sataira nodded. "How many do you think we can spare from there before we would be at rist of getting overrun?"
She glanced over her shoulder at the draenei. Turning back, she quieted down some. "I want their little town set up on full watch. Get some Vyrkul and necromancers patrolling their border."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character
: Drakkus Danovich
Location
: Howling Fjord
Drakkus made a quick and curt nod of acknowledgement to Sataira, masking the action from Cauily by turning back to the map. "We could probably recall at least five or six hundred from Gjalerbron without garnering too much suspicion. We'll need to reduce our own raids into the Grizzly Hills of course and our patrols might suffer for a bit, but the reduced number should be enough to still defend the border, at least," Drakkus explained.
Post by
Atik
Sataira
Howling Fjord
Sataira nodded. "Good then; do so. As long as we can hold the border, I'm not worried about the reduce in our raids." She stated.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alaric Dalson, Nibbles
Location
: Dalaran
The death knight headed straight into the Underbelly, walking at a brisk yet relaxed pace. As he walked, he took out two flasks no bigger than his finger, containing glimmering liquids inside. Dalson contemplated them for a brief moment, then crushed them in his fist. A thin, barely visible cloud engulfed him and his manservant, cloaking him in two illusion spells of the mind affliction category - the Veils of Insignificance, that would divert attention by slightly prodding the accidental beholder's thoughts into boredom and attention deficit, implying that there was decidedly nothing interesting and worth time spent to see here, and of Suggestion, more subtle and more powerful one, aimed at those able to pierce through the first, that would urge the onlooker to remember they had other matters to attend to, all demanding a lot more concentration and effort.
At least, that is how the Veils were supposed to work, although despite the fact that the manufacturer knew his way around concoctions, Alaric Dalson had a nagging feeling that in a place of intersecting magical lines like Dalaran, any spell would inadvertently be altered, in minor yet unpredictable ways. Then again, there were a great deal of cloaked warriors hurrying about their business - more than enough people both preferred the protection plate armor offered and fashioned heavy woolen cloaks, to protect themselves from the harsh weathers of Northrend. More than a few had the eerie glow about their eyes as well - they let all kinds into Dalaran these days.
"Long live the Internationale," Dalson muttered disgustedly, his rich baritone barely audible above the steady
Thump-thump
of his boots. He shrugged his shoulders and wrapped himself more tightly in his cloak, as if in cold.
Nibbles wheezed when the cloud reached him, earning a single glare over shoulder from his patron. A bored bystander would have noticed that was the first instance of air motion through the hunched servant's throat. He grinned sheepishly in answer, shifting Dalson's bizarre weapon on his shoulders, and blinked innocently. The death knight let out a sigh - a conscious gesture, not at all stopped by lack of functioning lungs - and took a turn, the womb of the Underbelly embracing him.
Character
: John William Cassidy, Jacques "Jack" Cantelli, Morgan Crane, Bartholomew Wensleydale, Ridley "Red Rid" Glau
Location
: Azjol'Nerub
"Spider-bat, spider-bat, flies wherever hangs his net... Wonder if they have snake-snails, or bug-worms, or human-centipedes. Anyone? Just me? Forget I said anything..." Jack muttered.
Post by
Atik
Vivias Blindhawk, Susan Hopewell
Azjol'Nerub
"Can I castra-"
"NO!" Susan quickly interrupted. She shook her head, suddenly stopping as the elf grabbed her arm. "What?" She asked, looking at Vivi.
The demon hunter forcibly turned the woman's head to look before her, where the tunnel suddenly opened up into a vast and spacious cavern, ancient web covered buildings stretching from floor to ceiling.
Susan blinked, looking at her foot where it had paused, seconds from dangling off a sudden drop off at the opening. "Oh..."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: John William Cassidy, Jacques "Jack" Cantelli, Morgan Crane, Bartholomew Wensleydale, Ridley "Red Rid" Glau
Location
: Azjol'Nerub
"When in doubt," Father Bart raised his finger. He wanted to add something else when Glau interjected, with wicked glee, "Burn it!"
"Good thing I have full stock of incendiary ammo," Jack commented, watching the young wizard pour fire onto the web.
Post by
Atik
Vivias Blindhawk, Susan Hopewell
Azjol'Nerub
Susan took several steps back, watching the fire spread along the webs covering the cavern walls and move further in towards the city.
Vivias covered her ears, insecoid screams beginning to echo outwards and growing louder by the moment.
Post by
Levarus
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Wyrmest Temple, Dragonblight
The frozen ground was littered with the corpses of dead dragons once loyal to both Deathwing and Alexstrasza. But in the end, they would be loyal only to the Lich-Lord Aerkis. A huge grin came across Daedrin's face. "Set up a camp." he ordered his summoned workers. "Necromancers! I suggest you start preparing ritual set-ups, by the end of the day I want atleast one frostwyrm up and running! Err flying I mean." The skies would soon be the Scourge's once more.
Bo the Black Dread
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
As dozens of mounted death knights marched in an organized array, Bo watched with the eyes of a general. Keen eyes, one that spotted flaws or defects quickly and in the next moment the flaw would be gone. Because he would change it as a tutor. Wihout Garthern though, it was somewhat hard. Most other initiates looked to the Blood Death Knight as their inspirer of fear and destruction. But Aerkis had taken him. And Bo was in no position to challenge the Lich's authority. "General." came a attention-grabbing raspy sound from his side. Bo turned to face a skeletal emmisary wrought in ragged purple robes who held a small glowing radiant wand. "Aerkis summons you at once."
The lowly servant says at once...
"Watch! Trainees! How to truly drain one of their life." he said, taking a bloody swipe at the emmisary with his two-handed axe. With a last look of shock and fear, the skeletal emmisary became a mere heap of corpse dust. "Ashes to Ashes." he laughed, before going off into Aerkis's freezing chambers.
"The Frost Vyrkul who reside in Valkyrion were once loyal to the Lich King Arthas." said Aerkis immediately. "But the Vyrkul respect only strength and will. As the true King Arthas showed to them during his mighty reign. That is why I'm sending you to treat with them. We are the last remnants of the true Scourge's might. I am therefore sending you as a representative to our might. Laugh at their half-witted jokes, smile with that crued creepy smile of yours, and we'll have a Vyrkul army at our backs. Frost ones no-less."
Bo bowed. "At once, milord." he said, walking off the chambers.
"Oh, and General?" said Aerkis at his back. Bo turned to respond silently. "Be sure to tell them my name." said Aerkis, before dismissing him with an icy finger. Bo bowed once again before turning off.
Post by
Morec0
Character: Demens Company
Location: Southern Coast (Port of Blood), Howling Fjord
The group feasted contently on the meal they had been provided, either raw or cooked to one extent or another. The food, murloc of otherwise, was filling, if somewhat bland, but a good meal was not what they were here for. On the ground a few feet away from the largest of the fires they had constructed the corpose of the worgen Murlglbr had injured laid, dead with chunks of meat missing from his body - chunks which now rested in the bellies of his comrades.
Character:
Lord Morec - House of Rivendare
Location: Underbelly, Dalaran
"... and I'll take three dozen of these, four dozen of these, and two dozen of these," Morec said, gesturing to the weapons and other supplies he had ordered as he spoke of them.
"That... uh... that will be 5648 peices of gold, sir," the goblin merchant said, blinking as he tried to understand why any death knight would want all of the items he had requested.
"That so?" Morec said as he glared at the goblin, who gulped audibly in fear. Morec just grinned and opened a smaller version of a death gate, which he then reached into and pulled out one sack of gold... then two... then three, followed by at least seven more. The goblin just stared in awe.
"And to think some people say dalies are a waste of time."
"Hush you."
"Th-thank you sir," the goblin said, as associates of his began to collect the gold. "But, uh - I mean; when and where do you wish to have these moved to?"
"I'll take care of that myself," Morec said, smiling. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he did.
Ghost and spirits rose out of the earth, and began to gather the supplies Morec had ordered. The goblins watched in horror and confusion as the spectral workers of Morec moved the weapons, armor, scrolls and what else through a death gate that led directly to Blood Port. "You'd be surprised how many people actually have died in Dalaran over the years," Morec chortled in response to his suppliers' confusion. "Don't worry, the moment they're done with these tasks they'll dissapate." The death knight leaned back to wait until then.
Post by
Levarus
Garthern Ebonwrought
Gundrak, Zul'drak
As Garthern dismounted his ebon steed and dismissed it with a puff of smoke, up ahead he saw no Drakkari, just an obliterated remnant of a once glorious thriving temple. He walked into the temple and he could see what looked like a mining operation,
mere temple thieves
...he thought, going up to talk to the one who was sitting on a rock and reading a tablet. "Who is the leader here?" Garthern said impatiently with a hint of what seemed like hatred.
Daedrin Plaguetomb
Wyrmest Temple, Dragonblight
One frostwyrm was circling round the base, guarding it ever vigilant. Cultists of the Damned channeled dark energy into the corpses of the dead drakes, bringing them back to life as mindless Scourge minions.
Excellent...
Daedrin thought, watching the second Frostwyrm spring into action.
Aerkis Winterspine
Vorth'renal, Storm Peaks
I wonder how my emmisaries are doing
... thought Aerkis, imagining Garthern converting the dumb natives of Zul'drak and Bo the Black Dread with the strong and stupid Frost Vyrkul. He shrugged.
Most likely well.
Up ahead a large Nerubian entered his chamber, seeming to shiver at the unexpected entrance. "Ahh, Anux'unar. How nice to see you." said Aerkis.
Anux'unar did not speak, Aerkis supposed that was good. His spidery voice seemed to send a reverberating chill down his already chilled-spine. "Master." said the Nerubian Lord. "I was thinking, at Azjol-Nerub my distant brethren still reside within there. Just as the Vyrkul were once loyal to the Lich King so were they, they would surely be converted to our cause." said Anux'unar.
He poses a good point
... thought Aerkis. Glad Arthas sent him with like-minded generals.
"Right, I shall send an emissary right away." Aerkis said, as if he had thought of the plan a millenia before the Nerub'ar Lord even came up with the thought. Anux'unar nodded. "And, if you could, tell your raiding Death Knights to bring some fresh humans. Skeletons and Frost Dwarves are too cold and bland. I could go for a nice scared raw human right now." said the Nerubian. Aerkis slowly nodded, receiving a cold chill down his spine once more.
"Uhh of course, I'll be sure to tell them that." said Aerkis. The Nerub'ar nodded, exiting his chamber. Aerkis shrugged before calling for yet another Scourge Emmisary.
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