Vyraal
05-21-2008, 06:02 AM
Akuje was leaving and Resinous had already ported himself out with one of those runes, he would commend them to the Warlord along with Dartsnap and Marroc when the next meeting was called.
Vyraal sat down upon the throne of the Dark Iron Dwarves leader, Dagran Thaurissan, their Emperor. Of course Dagran would let no one sit at his throne other than himself, but, well, he was there too in a smaller sense. Vyraal lifted the Dwarf's head and sat it on the edge of the left arm facing him. Then he removed his small black book to which he would record this conversation in and sat it on the right arm of the chair pulling a quill from his bags.The head was yelling at him in Dwarvish all the while, and remembering a bit of common speech the Alliance used, he began to interrogate him, first by quieting him so he could hear his own thoughts.
"Shut up."
The head didn't comply so he snarled at the deceased Emperor, "You will be SILENT or I will hold you to this half life and then let the Trolls shrink your skull to use as a necklace you ingrate!" At this he shut up instantly. "Much better. Now, I know you do not know who I am or why I came here or even why I keep you in this state."
"I have come to ask you some information which I knew you would not give up alive so I killed you to make sure I get it, and if you do not comply I will take you to the river of lava in this place and make you watch your body burn. So I suggest you reply quickly and accurately to all of my quetions. Do you understand?" What was left of the Dwarf replied yes.
"Good, now I shall start from the beginnning about seven odd years ago I was alive and being dragged off to Lordaeron in chains with my sword on my back. I had been charged with fourty-five counts of murder for butchering undead scourge that had taken over the townsfolk, the Plague got them through the grain they were eating. I was put on trial and executed by hanging. As is traditon the judge recieved several of my belongings and he selected one item of mine which he quickly gave away to cover a debt, a debt to YOU."
He sat a minute in silence allowing Dagran's jaw to stop gaping and for him to absorb all he had just said before he continued further shutting his lids that covered nothing.. "Dagran tell me where the blade is and I wll show you a bit of whats left of my mercy, I know you have my sword now where is it? Which armory in this place did you put it?"
The Emperor seemed to become nervous at the question glancing back and forth before the head said too quickly, "I do not have it."
"Then who does?" Vyraal was in no mood for games and would torch his body to a crisp to prove a point.
"I-I don't know." The head pleaded, Vyraal wasn't buying what he was selling, he roared at the damned coward, "LIAR!" Picking up the head he slung it across the room, then got up and walked toward it slowly. "WHO Dagran? WHO HAS MY BLADE?! A Name will save you from an unending torment the likes of which you've never even heard of Dagran!"
"I cannot say!"
"You WILL TELL ME WHO HAS MY SOUL or I will tear your body limb from limb and torture you by drowning you in your own blood once I'm finished with carving it up. A NAME DAGRAN! A NAME!" The head said nothing so he drew his sword and dragged the headless corpse before its other half. He cut away the top of the royal robe he was dressed in then jammed one of his blades in next to the spine and slowly started down the spine, the head was now crying. "A name will stop it all Dagran, and if you do not tell me before I finish carving it up I will force you to watch me devour your body other than a few parts I refuse to eat."
The heads eyes grew wide, "You wouldn't dare!?" Even his voice wavered as if he were unsure.
"Oh but I would and will if I do not have a name." To prove his point he cut the right arm off at the elbow and sank his teeth into the flesh, the head screamed as he made to tear off a chunk. "STOP STOP FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS STOP PLEASE!"
He tilted his head till he was facing the Dagran's head, although his eyes were missing his expression seemed to say, 'The Name?'
The head now sat in a pool of its own tears. "I gave it to my master, Ragnaros, and he gave it to one of his Lieutenants in the Molten Core. I do not know which one I swear! You said it was your soul? That was the hate I felt from the gem in the hilt wasn't it?"
Vyraal removed his teeth and smiled blood around his mouth and dripping down to his chin, but his smile was nothing more than his teeth clenching in anger, his face was contorted with rage. "YOU GAVE MY BLADE TO RAGNAROS!?! YOU FOOL! DIE!!!" He brought up his thrash blade and swung it down with such a force the stone beneath the head which was now cut in half cracked like glass.
With that revelation he spat on the corpse and draggd the two peices to the river of lava and threw the bastard in watching with pleasure as the corpse was caught on fire and incenerated. He glanced across the bridge to the tunnel that led down to the Molten Core of the mountain. He walked up to the tunnel and shouted with every fiber of his being, "RAGNAROS I AM COMMING TO KILL YOU AND EVERY SINGLE LIEUTENANT IN YOUR COMMAND! I WILL HAVE MY SWORD BACK, BY MY BLOOD I SWEAR IT, I WILL HAVE IT BACK!!"
He could feel the blades pulse from the depths as he could no longer feel his own.. "I will return Apocalypse, I will return for you..." he reached into his bag and squeezed his hearthstone hard enough he figured it'd crack but it did not and it transported him back to Undercity. When he arrived he moved farther into the Inn and he laid down in a coffin for some rest Black Rock Depths was a large place and it cost him much blood to get the information but he had what he desired now so he could almost sleep peacefully.
Vyraal sat down upon the throne of the Dark Iron Dwarves leader, Dagran Thaurissan, their Emperor. Of course Dagran would let no one sit at his throne other than himself, but, well, he was there too in a smaller sense. Vyraal lifted the Dwarf's head and sat it on the edge of the left arm facing him. Then he removed his small black book to which he would record this conversation in and sat it on the right arm of the chair pulling a quill from his bags.The head was yelling at him in Dwarvish all the while, and remembering a bit of common speech the Alliance used, he began to interrogate him, first by quieting him so he could hear his own thoughts.
"Shut up."
The head didn't comply so he snarled at the deceased Emperor, "You will be SILENT or I will hold you to this half life and then let the Trolls shrink your skull to use as a necklace you ingrate!" At this he shut up instantly. "Much better. Now, I know you do not know who I am or why I came here or even why I keep you in this state."
"I have come to ask you some information which I knew you would not give up alive so I killed you to make sure I get it, and if you do not comply I will take you to the river of lava in this place and make you watch your body burn. So I suggest you reply quickly and accurately to all of my quetions. Do you understand?" What was left of the Dwarf replied yes.
"Good, now I shall start from the beginnning about seven odd years ago I was alive and being dragged off to Lordaeron in chains with my sword on my back. I had been charged with fourty-five counts of murder for butchering undead scourge that had taken over the townsfolk, the Plague got them through the grain they were eating. I was put on trial and executed by hanging. As is traditon the judge recieved several of my belongings and he selected one item of mine which he quickly gave away to cover a debt, a debt to YOU."
He sat a minute in silence allowing Dagran's jaw to stop gaping and for him to absorb all he had just said before he continued further shutting his lids that covered nothing.. "Dagran tell me where the blade is and I wll show you a bit of whats left of my mercy, I know you have my sword now where is it? Which armory in this place did you put it?"
The Emperor seemed to become nervous at the question glancing back and forth before the head said too quickly, "I do not have it."
"Then who does?" Vyraal was in no mood for games and would torch his body to a crisp to prove a point.
"I-I don't know." The head pleaded, Vyraal wasn't buying what he was selling, he roared at the damned coward, "LIAR!" Picking up the head he slung it across the room, then got up and walked toward it slowly. "WHO Dagran? WHO HAS MY BLADE?! A Name will save you from an unending torment the likes of which you've never even heard of Dagran!"
"I cannot say!"
"You WILL TELL ME WHO HAS MY SOUL or I will tear your body limb from limb and torture you by drowning you in your own blood once I'm finished with carving it up. A NAME DAGRAN! A NAME!" The head said nothing so he drew his sword and dragged the headless corpse before its other half. He cut away the top of the royal robe he was dressed in then jammed one of his blades in next to the spine and slowly started down the spine, the head was now crying. "A name will stop it all Dagran, and if you do not tell me before I finish carving it up I will force you to watch me devour your body other than a few parts I refuse to eat."
The heads eyes grew wide, "You wouldn't dare!?" Even his voice wavered as if he were unsure.
"Oh but I would and will if I do not have a name." To prove his point he cut the right arm off at the elbow and sank his teeth into the flesh, the head screamed as he made to tear off a chunk. "STOP STOP FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS STOP PLEASE!"
He tilted his head till he was facing the Dagran's head, although his eyes were missing his expression seemed to say, 'The Name?'
The head now sat in a pool of its own tears. "I gave it to my master, Ragnaros, and he gave it to one of his Lieutenants in the Molten Core. I do not know which one I swear! You said it was your soul? That was the hate I felt from the gem in the hilt wasn't it?"
Vyraal removed his teeth and smiled blood around his mouth and dripping down to his chin, but his smile was nothing more than his teeth clenching in anger, his face was contorted with rage. "YOU GAVE MY BLADE TO RAGNAROS!?! YOU FOOL! DIE!!!" He brought up his thrash blade and swung it down with such a force the stone beneath the head which was now cut in half cracked like glass.
With that revelation he spat on the corpse and draggd the two peices to the river of lava and threw the bastard in watching with pleasure as the corpse was caught on fire and incenerated. He glanced across the bridge to the tunnel that led down to the Molten Core of the mountain. He walked up to the tunnel and shouted with every fiber of his being, "RAGNAROS I AM COMMING TO KILL YOU AND EVERY SINGLE LIEUTENANT IN YOUR COMMAND! I WILL HAVE MY SWORD BACK, BY MY BLOOD I SWEAR IT, I WILL HAVE IT BACK!!"
He could feel the blades pulse from the depths as he could no longer feel his own.. "I will return Apocalypse, I will return for you..." he reached into his bag and squeezed his hearthstone hard enough he figured it'd crack but it did not and it transported him back to Undercity. When he arrived he moved farther into the Inn and he laid down in a coffin for some rest Black Rock Depths was a large place and it cost him much blood to get the information but he had what he desired now so he could almost sleep peacefully.