The Beginning.

[Shadowspeak]

"Are you sure this will work"

Of course I am sure... WHY must he allways question me?

"Yes I am sure. I made sure Ix gave him the proper care before we buried the fool."

The two Forsaken moved slowly into Brill. The old priest rested his tired bones on his mount giving it a little nudge to urge it move faster. He was in a solid state of anticipation though he did not feel well. The answers were right in front of him the whole time.

They both gave the Deathguards a simple nod as they entered Brill Graveyard.

"What buisness would you two have here tonight?" spoke Lawrence.

The priest smiled and said "We have come to see an old friend." Lawrence nodded and moved a bit to the right allowing the pair to move through.

"So, how did you get him to uh.. you know"

"Do you remember that strand of wheat I borrowed from you a long time ago?"

"Yes.... Oh, I see.. you"

"Yes, we fed it to him before throwing him in. Be ready for anything. Hes been stuck under the ground for some time now and I'm pretty sure he won't be so happy to see me." With that the priest handed his friend a shovel, and he began to dig.

The ground was wet and damp. Insects poored over the top of the coffin in an attempt to get at the rotting body inside. The wood had suprisingly remained firm and strong.

"What's holding the top down?"

"Special nails, to say the least. Open it."

The Forsaken unsheathed a small knife and began working around the edges in an attempt to pry the top open.

After what seemed to be hours, the nails became undone. The forsaken slowly lifted the top expecting some wailing mad Undead to burst out in anger. He tossed the lid of the coffin to the side. The inner part of the top had claw marks on it suggesting whoever was inside tried to get out.

"Shadowspeak. These remains are badly decayed... they wo-"

"Badly decayed, yes, useless, no. He may be rotting into nothing but he is still 'alive' ".

The priest picked up a jawless skull from what was left of the mans remains. He brushed a few magots off from the top and began to peer into the hollow eye sockets.

I know you are in there Gerad. You may not be able to speak but I can sense your thoughts. You will aid me either one way, or another.

The other Forsaken watched in complete confusion. He did not know what to expect from such an encounter.

You will answer me... NOW!

The priest gave a shrill mind cry. The screaming was so powerful the deathguards dropped their weapons and clenched their foreheads. Their eyes seemed to brighten with fear for a moment, but their will stood strong. They turned around to see what the comotion was. Apothecary Holland dropped the two vials he was working on an ran for the northern gate entrance. Sevarith stood there in anguish.

"You... you have summoned me... if I had arms I would strangle you for what you have done!" The priest smiled at the skull.

"For what Iv'e done? Showed you what you have been doing for Ner'zhul for years Necromancer? Gave you a bit of the plague you helped create? Listen. You will aid me.."

"Aid you?! HAH! You turned me into this and left be in a coffin I was unable to- "

The priest gave another scream, but this was not as extreme as the last.

"You will help me, or I will torment you for as long as you are still in existance which is a VERY long time, mind you."

The priest clenched the skull a bit.

"You will tell me everything."

[Shadowspeak]

The hammer hit with another distinct *thwack* as the hammer drove the nail deeper into his wrist.

"You may have killed me, but the Scourge wil rei-"

*thwack*

He gave another howl of pain as the rusted nail drove in deeper.

"I have not killed you yet Gandling." The priest kneeled down next to his head. "But we can make this quicker, all I need is a little information." Gandling spit a nasty mixture of blood, snot, and saliva on the priests robes.

"I don't even know who you are. I will take whatever you want with my to the grave"

The priest nodded again and the orc gave another hit to the nail, driving a new nail through his stomach.

"We can keep doing this for a long time Gandling." The priest searched his bag. "I have plenty healing spells, just long enough to drive a large, cold, rusted nail right through every limb I wish." The priest gave a smile and kneeled in a bit more to reach Gandlings ear. "I'm sure you are familer with 'Doctor Krastinovs' tools. Le-" the priest stopped suddenly to the voice in his head.

This will do nothing fool. Gandling is to dedicated to his cause.

"Yes, he is I must say, persistant."

"What? Who are you talking to?"

Why not just pry his mind open? Your a priest after all.

"The shock could kill him. When forced to rip through someones mind like that, it generaly isn't pleasant."

I see. Unfortunatly you have no other path.

The priest focused for a moment, pondering on what to do. He looked around Krastinovs now empty chamber. "Gandling, do you keep a journal perhaps?" gandling looked up with a devious frown on his face saying "You burn." The old priest nodded to the Orc again and he gave another nail to the groin. "I think thats enough. It's obvious your not talking. Oh, but first..."

The priest withdrew a single strand on dried wheat from his robes. "You see Gandling, there's something I like to do to all that belong to the the Scourge that aren't undead. I like to show them the reality and pain that ensues from Undeath, like Gerad here in my pocket..."

Gandlings face went from a look of anger and pain to utter dispair.

"You know what this is right? Oh, of course! That's right, you helped create it, how could you NOT remember how the plague was spread."

Gandling began to shake, trying to rip himself free of the table dispite the pain.

"I only hope you become a Forsaken so you can experiance what I had to day and night." He gave another nod to the Orc. The greenskin picked a large saw from the ground and relieved Gandling of his arms and legs. The priest used a few healing spells to keep him stable, and the heal the open wounds. The Orc forced Gandlings mouth open wide. Gandling tried to cast some spell but the Orc prevented that by ripping his tounge out. The priest shoved the wheat down his throught nearly as far as his skeletal hand would go. He gave a few more spells to keep the headmaster alive.

Now would be the appropriate time.

"Of course"

Gandling gave one last thrash as the priest ripped through his mind. After the priest had finished his spell, he stmbled backwards nearly falling over. He took a seat with his eyes as wide as they could be showing his large glowing eyes.

"Sir, are you ok?" Said the Orc.


So now you know the truth...

"My... my god killed me?"

[Shadowspeak]

((appolgies for typose and such. THis is explaining my history, I hope you like.))