Enscription on the Sword: ??????de? Mo??r?? T????ius

[Demortius]

Commander of... brigade attacked... Scourge... dying... darkness... arise...

There I was. Walking up the stairs from the Crypt, as if being called. The hunger called me. It is all that mattered.

A decaying creature raised a boney hand to me.

"You there! We were about to toss you to the fire... but you have arisen into a new life. Embrace your undeath, my brother. Now go forth, and serve Sylvanas..."

Somehow... I felt I had come home. Looking down, I saw tattered armor, rusted and decayed. A two-handed sword was at my side, rusted as well. Deathknell fed my hunger and set me on my way. Upon entering Brill, I was approached by a large, festering hulk.

"Yoo no be here. Go city under. Lady waits."

Although this was a strange way to speak, I understood. Over the hill was the ruins of Lordaeron and below was the Undercity. I was being ordered to meet Lady Sylvanas in person.

I shuffled through the bleak courtyard, and as I neared the spot where the old bell had fallen, my head began to throb. Falling to my knees, I reached out for anything, anyone to stop the pain. What seemed like thousands of images rushed into my mind's eye and I fell over in a slump, nearly blending in with the dust, bones, and rust around me.

"Awaken, my servant!"

Her voice was like a goddess had breathed upon me. I opened my eyes, or whatever glowing substance inhabited my eye-sockets, and beheld my Queen at last. Lady Sylvanas looked down upon me and motioned. I arose from my knees and looked upon Her, hypnotized by the perverse beauty.

"I sense you are lost, my child."

I nodded.

"The hunger will never go away. Embrace it and become what you are. Do not dwell upon your lost humanity."

My hand fell down to my sword at my side.

"Unsheath your blade and examine it, my child."

I did as She asked, and looked closely. Along the blade was an enscription, although many of the letters had been rusted away.

??????de? Mo??r?? T????ius

"This is your new Forsaken name. Go forth, Demortius, and devour the living. When you reach proper strength, you will be called upon once more. And then, your true destiny will be revealed. Begone!"

As I left the chamber, with purpose and no longer lost, I looked upon my blade once more. The visions, the true name upon this blade... are they memories? I couldn't help but wonder who I was before.

Thus began an existance of dual-obsessions... devouring flesh... and discovering my past...

((to be continued? Feel free to add to it or introduce a new character to the saga of Demortius. This is completely open))

[Vilmah]

(( :D ))

Djalli stood in the Magic Quarter of the Undercity, working on something bubbly. She was a young slender looking thing, having eroded away to very little of what she once was. The most colorful part of her was the red chapeu she had recieved from an excoursion to the Scarlet Monestary. In her hands were several vials. They seemed rather volitile, and continuously released a festering gas into the air. She twisted her mouth to the side, in thought.

Now what if I used those samples I got from the Undead pig-men from Razorfenn Downs, hm...?

She dripped a few pinches of a gray dust into one of the tubes. The liquid inside turned a glowing green. Djalli giggled maddingly.

Beautiful... now all I need is another test subject... but this is getting to be tiresome. I should get someone else to do it.

She looked around for someone able. Immediately, she spotted a newly awaken Forsaken. He looked ready for action. She smiled darkly and whistled at him.

"You there! Come here. The Royal Apothicary Society is in need of your aid."

[Noury]

“It is not a question of absolutes Nouri.” Benedictus answered. They were sitting in a small alcove off the Cathedral main hall, discussing the current losses to the Scourge invasion.

“As brave soldiers fall, yes many find themselves swelling the ranks of the Scourge, replenishing their seemingly inexhaustible supply of reanimated corpses. This was the Lich King’s dark design. But the Light seldom deals in black and white. Even onto death there is the will to resist.”

Nouri looked skeptical. He didn’t see where this was leading.

Benedictus sighed. “Some there are among the fallen, who even in death retain the strength of will and desire to live free. It is these who find the Lich King’s call flawed, and find within themselves the strength to resist. It might be an important task left undone, a great love of someone left behind. Yes, even burning vengeance upon those who caused their demise. Regardless, it is from these brave souls that Sylvanus, the Banshee Queen of the Forsaken gathers her minions.”

“But Your Eminence, are not the Forsaken as much the enemy as the Scourge?” asked Nouri.

“Were you to journey north to Lordaeron, Nouri, you would see many Forsaken fighting alongside our own peoples against this latest Scourge threat. Do not think for a minute that the Light has no plan for them, whether they see it themselves or not. Often allies can be found among the least likely, when our own strength fails.”

Benedictus rose from his stool. “ That is enough for now. Go and meditate on this Nouri, and perhaps you will find it in your heart to re-examine your feelings on this.”

Nouri watched him depart. No, it would be a long time before Nouri would be convinced of that.

(( From an Alliance perspective..))

[Demortius]

(( :D ))

Djalli stood in the Magic Quarter of the Undercity, working on something bubbly. She was a young slender looking thing, having eroded away to very little of what she once was. The most colorful part of her was the red chapeu she had recieved from an excoursion to the Scarlet Monestary. In her hands were several vials. They seemed rather volitile, and continuously released a festering gas into the air. She twisted her mouth to the side, in thought.

Now what if I used those samples I got from the Undead pig-men from Razorfenn Downs, hm...?

She dripped a few pinches of a gray dust into one of the tubes. The liquid inside turned a glowing green. Djalli giggled maddingly.

Beautiful... now all I need is another test subject... but this is getting to be tiresome. I should get someone else to do it.

She looked around for someone able. Immediately, she spotted a newly awaken Forsaken. He looked ready for action. She smiled darkly and whistled at him.

"You there! Come here. The Royal Apothicary Society is in need of your aid."

He heard the call and shuffled over to her.

"Who... are you?"

[Vilmah]

Djally bowed before him. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Djalli Dhey, member of the Royal Apothicary Society. You've heard of us, haven't you? Of course you have. Anyway,"

She reaches into her bag, and pulls out a book. She flips it to a certain page, and hands it to him. "Since you're new, I'll give you the honor of having your first assignment come from me. You're a warrior, yes? Of course you are. Well, I need a warrior for a task like this. Humans can be awfully uppety."

She reads him part of the page

Required

The human must be without disease.
The human must be of average height and weight for their gender.
The human must be human.
The human must be living.
The human must have working vocal chords.

"That last part I added because I like to hear them wail," Djalli said with a chuckle. "Anyway, I need you to find me one. Or two, whatever you're capable of! Find me some, bring them back, and I will pay you handsomly. Perhaps with gold, or weapons, but you can be sure that your reputation with the Undercity shall rise, at the very least."

She hands him the book. "Do you accept this mission?"

[Shadowspeak]

"Read the labels more carefully next time."

"keever is sorry, keever did not me-"

"Then make sure 'Keever' does not make any more mistakes or Keever will be loosing more than a jaw"

The priest walked out of the small chamber shaking his head in dissappointment. He gently caressed his pet spider, Plaguefang, as he took another step torward his table.

There he continued to work on his project. His pet gave a small chitter as he was mixing a viscous liquid in a small vial.

"Yes plaguefang yes. Soon. Terich is still looking for more recruits before we can very well make a mark."

He poored the now blue liquid into a large container of green ooze.

"I wonder if he's found anyone."