A Simple Black Tome

[Vyraal]

*Inside a blank book with a black cover with a simple picture carved into the leather of a dragon eye within a decagram is where Vyraal writes down his thoughts, if anyone should find this book this is what they shall read...*

I have taken a respite at the Inn in Brill the place I was buried so long ago, Lordaeron might not have been lost if the would've listened to me but it is no matter now, the fools got what they deserved and they will recieve more punishment if I have anything to say about it...

But I get ahead of myself, undeath even though it has given me immortality, the process has destroyed my strength and body. I'm frail and I despise it, the imbeciles didn't even bury me with my sword which is another blasphemy for which I shall make them pay. I do not know what has happened to it but I know in my black soul that it still exists, where it is I shall have to look through the documents of the Forsaken census I hear they know the where-abouts of everyone that was in Lordaeron when the plague took the city, perhaps the records will lead me in the right direction. If not I shall hunt down anyone who was related to my trial and beat them till they tell me what was done with it.

For now I sully my hands with the handles of lesser blades, the worthless steel I must use to most would be fine weapons but few alive ever saw my sword and lived to tell about it. I must seek it in due time but for now I shall focus upon regaining my lost strength, and maybe become even stronger since I have not even death to fear anymore...

*At the end of the page is written a saying.*
"Hell hath no Fury like that of a Man who Fears Nothing."

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[Vyraal]

Well the sword they gave me in Deathknell snapped in two like a twig when I cut down one of those mindless scourge, took every penny I had to get a new one from the auction house, it is of better quality hopefully it will last me for a bit longer.

I checked the census office while I was retrieving it from the mail, no leads on my sword yet but there is one person still alive from my trial and I shall have to pay him a visit. It seems however he is in Hammerfall, I know I am no where near strong enough yet to venture down there but once I am powerful enough I will go and demand the whereabouts of my blade.

For now I am off to Silverpine and the Sepulcher, an Apocreathy of the Royal type needed a package delivered down there, bothersome, but perhaps I can find work while I'm down there.

"The Darkness only consumes the weak, the powerful are made of Darkness."

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[Villayna]

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[Vyraal]

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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal sits under a tree on the side of the road in Silverpine Forest to write in his journal.*

Well I haven't yet gotten to the Sepulcher and I've already helped the Forsaken cause had to escort a Deathstalker through the woods aways to find his comrades, he was afraid of the wolves, what kinda of Forsaken was that wimp? Pity the Dark Lady has him on her forces, and then I am sent for a cure for one of his comrades aid to the Sepulcher. These trivial tasks are beginning to anger me.

The sword I bought earlier is holding up well to the abuse I'm putting it through, but it is still no comparison to the craftmanship I put into Darkness, I wonder what they did with him, pity such an amazing blade not be used. The gem I embedded in the hilt prevents anyone from wielding it I know that much. So it probably is rotting away somewhere, atleast stone cannot rust.

It also appears that this forest has been taken over by some Dalaran reject that fancies himself a Sorcerer, I have a sneaky suspicion that this Arugal is a coward, but we shall see.

What I have not seen on my travels is very many people, of course I dont mind being alone for some time but I think I might enjoy some company every now and then.

This guild I have joined, Infection, seems to be filled with Forsaken such as myself but most are either weaker or stronger than I so it does not provide any companionship, perhaps I shall get lucky and find someone eventually.

"The Insane are not Insane, they just see the truth more easily than others."

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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal sighed taking a seat at the edge on one of the docks surrounding the green toxic moat of Undercity as he wrote another passage into the simple book where he kept his thoughts.*

I have been doing some odd jobs around Silverpine for the past day and still have more to do but I thought I had best take a break from the mindless and mechanincal tasks.

As such I was offered to go to some place in Orgrimmar, Ragefire Chasm, was the place's name. I agreed and was summoned by a few others, none stuck out in my mind as they were mostly silent and completly unintresting, but the Chasm itself was a marvel to behold.

The place was aired with the stench of sufur the minor beasts fell easily enough as did those loathsome things called Troggs, we found a Tauren amongst them dead as a door nail. Waste but we did manage to get the pack he was carrying I volunteered to take it to Thunder Bluff and they agreed. But we continued into the depths found a demon, called The Hungerer, he died swiftly enough aswell.

The place was full of cultists. Foul creatures worshiping the legion, hah. Also killed the cultists leader but on the way out one of his followers suprised us and knocked that sword I bought yesterday into the lava. So once again I sent an arm getting a new blade, if I have to keep replacing these things at this rate I'm going to be penniless for eternity.

I'm slowly regaining my lost strength aswell it feels even etter some how now that I'm deceased because I know I cannot lose it this time.

"The Light cannot extinguish the Darkness for the Light will always cast Shadows."

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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal is sitting in the Brill cemetery next to his own grave after the guild meeting, deciding to write a few lines.*

I attended my first guild meeting tonight it appears as if many things will be happening over the next few weeks hopefully I can find a way to get myself strong enough to assist my comrades. They have proved little to me yet but I will extend my trust to those in the guild more quickly than I would like but it has yet to get me stabbed in the back so I will hold my faith in them higher than usual, but they had best not think I am turning a blind eye to my back when I am around them. Or they will find out just how closly I have been watching.

However I was promoted this evening to the rank of Leper, far quicker than I would've figured but I apreciate it nonetheless.

I will get back to training on the morrow, for now I shall rest in my grave where I laid rotting not so long ago.

"Even Hell will not take he who is not afraid of Death, I assume that is why I am still here."


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[Bir]

"The Insane are not Insane, they just see the truth more easily than others."


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[Vyraal]

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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal sits on the side of the road in Silverpine writing down the thoughts and activitys of the last few days.*

I have just now done all the work I could find in the Sepulcher, excluding the slaying of Arugal, all the times I have gone into that place we have yet to slay him, but I will have his head.

On my expeditions into that monstrous place I have found two blades, although they are only one handed the power in them is astounding by the looks of them they appear to be runeblades which would explain their power.

If I have any reckoning of what power I lost I'd say that I am about a third of the way back to the strength i had when I was living. Very soon now I shall be powerful enough to storm Hammerfall, and throttle a certain doctor till he spills whats left of his guts and tells me where my sword is...

*Written in what appears to be blood is a message.*

I WILL HAVE IT BACK IF IT IS THE LAST THING I DO!

"In the Darkness everyone is equal, it is only the Light that shows imperfections."

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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal rests in the Tarren Mill inn waiting for the weakness the Spirit Healer put in him for bringeing him back to life to fade deciding to write a few notes.*

Its been a few days now, I delivered the stuff to the apocreathy when I arrived only to be thrown into several mindless tasks. As stupid and pathetic as these tasks are they slowly help me regain my strength so I will do them for now if only to get back what was once mine.

*Vyraal feels the weakness fade finally.*

Well it is time for me t get back to work. I have humans to slay.

"In the mouth of madness lies the broken form of humanity, thus is the world."


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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal sighs taking a seat on the stairs leading down to the ectoplasmic moat right beside of the bank, pulling out that black book of his.*

I have been greatly rewarded thus far in Tarren Mill but the missions they send me on are almost suicide, it takes everything I have to finish them, but it is good, hopefully the more strain I am put under the faster I will regain my strength.

I have been to a few new places in the world aswell, I have been to Black Fathom Depths, which used to be a Temple to Elune before apparently the old gods wished to reclaim their hallowed hall and thus sent their servants to reclaim it.

The Naga are a peculiar race, halfman-halfserpent but even for their awkward appearence they are quite strong. It also seems that they can breathe underwater indefinatly, I made sure that my comrades who were not forsaken didn't forget to breathe while we fought them.

In that place I also faced Satyrs, a kind of demon, look to me as if they are half man half goat, but what I could not figure way the simple fact that I saw no easily identifiable females. Perhaps they keep them within the nether. I wonder..

From my journeys in the Depths I was rewarded with a sword it was a bit better than the one I claimed from Shadowfang Keep so I replaced the one in my main hand with it although I admit I feel and look slightly off balance as the rune blade is a bit heavier than this new one.

I also have been to Razorfen Kraul, a series of caverns in the southern barrens that is home to the quill boar. We made our way through the beasts and found what appeared to be a general for them, once we had slain him I took his helmet for my prize. It was much longer before we got to what appeared to be their queen, I found a letter within her hut once she had departed from our world, it had a strange symbol on it so I have brought it to Vathrimas, what he made it out to be was not comforting, it seems the Scourge have made a pact with the quill boar and they are using the beasts to gain a foothold in Kalimdor.

Well I have work to do if I am going to get back to my old level of strength.

"May all who seek Darkness turn back, if the Darkness wants you it will come for you."

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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal throws himself down into a chair in the Hammerfall Inn his body quivering with pure Rage, instead of yelling at the top of his lungs he opens his book and writes in a barely legible scrawl.*

Those BASTARDS I will make them PAY I SWEAR on my BLOOD THEY WILL PAY!

I just arrived in Hammerfall not 15 minutes past and I have paid a visit to Doctor Gregory Victor, he will need Trauma care himself now that I have finished with him. I have learned what happened to my blade. They will see my wrath in all its fury once I go through what I must to retrieve it.

That broken doctor is now more broken but I have learned what they have done. It seems that my executioner was awarded my blade the damned fool was a dwarf deeply in debt to the dark iron clan so he presented MY SWORD to Emperor Dagran Thaurissan of the Dark Iron Dwarves to clear his outstanding debts to him. I will find him when I am ready and he will return it if I have to go through the very gates of hell to reclaim my sword I shall!

"May all gods tremble before man, for without men gods are naught but dust."


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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal opens his book once again, a slight sigh comming from him.*

I have been gaining power more slowly recently but nonetheless I am regaining it so I dare not complain over much. I have started working in Arathi Highlands for the people in Hammerfall, Ibeing so close to that bastard doctor makes me want to retch. My Fury has subsided however but my deep rage is still caged within me, I will release it in due time, for now I must continue to regain my lost ground.

"Only in the Court of Chaos may blood write its own destiny."

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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal pauses in Undercity to write another entry, Taking a seat apon the stairs of the Magic Quarter.*

Last nights guild meeting was quite eventful, an Orc with his races vulgar uncivilized manner interrupted our discussion for no more reason than to provoke a fight, I will watch that hunter, for I barely trust those in Infection although I masqerade as being in league with them and I am highly suspicious of that Orc.

On a better note a few have pledged assisstance to me when I make my path into the depths of Blackrock Mountain in search of my blade. I will continue to use the members of Infection in my quest if they prove their loyalty I will give them mine.

For now I still have a little less than a third of my power to regain before I charge the depths to have a word with Dagran...

"There is a Darkness within me that is all consuming, it has not taken me yet but I know it will take me in time."


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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal pulls out his tome and sits against a tree beneath the night sky of the Hinterlands, howling of wolves comming from the forest. It was a warm night, the kind he liked the most and he hadn't written in awhile so he had thought he should while he took a break to eat something.*

I am almost ready to dive into the depths of Blackrock Mountain, I am in The Hinterlands for two reasons, first I have come to train more I have such a little way to go and should be ready by the end of the week. I will have a portion of my vengence at last.

The second reason is due to Revantusk Village's inhabitants. Our friendly fellow horde the Darkspear Trolls. I have come to get their Witch Doctor to assist me in creating a potion that ill make Dagran's head talk once I sever it from his body, he will tell me what I wish to know or I shall give him to the Trolls for shrinking.

The second task I have completed already and the potion lies safely tucked away in my bags. Now I must get a bit stonger yet. I am so close I can taste the ash on my tongue and smell the sulfur of that abyss to which I must go. May the Gods help him if I reach his throne room.

I hope his memory is a good one... For his sake..

"All things come to Chaos in their due time Order is merely the time in between the bouts of Chaos."

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[Vyraal]

*The next page is half torn out the legible portion was barely identifiable, the quick scrawling hand must have been in a fury.*

Damned some of the IMBECILES in the Horde DAMN THEM DAMN THEM DAMN THEM TO THE HELLS! FAILURES HALF OF THEM THEIR MOTHERS SHOULD BE SHOT FOR PRODUCING THE VERMIN!

WE WERE INSIDE THE DEPTHS! INSIDE! I COULD HEAR DAGRANS MOCKING LAUGH CALLING ME OUT! I'LL KILL HIM, I SWEAR I'LL KILL HIM YET, I'LL BURY THESE BLADES IN HIS THROAT BEFORE I RETRIEiEVE MY OWN!

*Anything after was ripped out the pages edge tattered.*

[Vyraal]

*Vyraal had just woke up from his deep sleep after the encounter with Dagran, a sigh escaping his lips. He opened the book turning to the page after the one he had wrriten in a fit of fustration.*

With the help of Akuje, Marroc, Dartsnap, Resinous along with a few others and many long hours in the depths I found the information I have sought. I know where my sword now lies, waiting for me.

My blade is in the very heart of Blackrock Mountain in the Molten Core f the fiery volcano. The servant and dog of Ragnaros, Emperor of theDark Iron Dwarves revealed the information to me after I brought his head back to life from death.

After several threats and tortures Dagran spilled everything he did not know which Lieutenant Ragnaros had given my blade to as a gift but he knows that my sword is in the depths of that hell. I know it too, I went to the entrance to the core and I could feel my blade pulling me in but I dared not I will need atleast my former strength to give them a half decent fight. Soon I will have to find assistantce for a raid on that place.

However to my annoyance Infection while good allies have one vice and that is helping out a fellow in need, this applies to most but not all however. Perhaps I will need to post an advertisement, I wonder if that would give me any better hopes of success..

I will talk to Infection and see how many I can get from there before I try other sources.

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[Vyraal]

*Vyraal sits down on the edge of the trade quarters ledge pulling out his tome that he hadn.t written in in almost a month.*

I've been busy gaining my power back as of now I am almost there, by the end of this week I should be back at my human strength and with that strength I shall call together a few of the Horde to help me accomplish my task.

So close.. so very very close to my blade. I can almost feel it in my hands again, the weight of it while I swing it and the slight resistance it gave me when cutting a man down.. It shall be mine again..

"Once a man fears nothing and has nothing to lose he can achieve ultimate power by letting himself go to the edge of insanity but not slip. For on the paper thin edge is where true potential lies."


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