Razakel
01-20-2006, 07:27 PM
( This is my first attempt to run a larger-scale RP event, but I feel its necessary to get my storyline rolling. Frankly, considering I'm rather new to the entire Twisting Nether Community, I haven't made enough of a contact base to know where I should direct my post, so I figure this to be a good place to start. )
The inner bowels of Undercity was bustling with activity. For whatever reason, the Dark Lady had her worker bees buzzing about to accomplish their day-to-day tasks with more haste. Apothecary Razakel Calivan was considering the possible motivation for this very matter when one of her flesh-rotted servants bumped into him, nearly flinging him into the bubbling ooze of their sewers. "How dare you, mind-slave!" chortled Razakel as the ghostly human gathered up its scattered possessions and flitted away. "That pathetic murmur of a being seems unworthy of even enslaved mind-servitude. And look, ...it knocked some of the dirt and grime from my robe," whimpered Razakel as he tugged the torn, lower section of his crimson vestments into his view.
"Do. Not. Dwell. On. Such. Matters, Master. See. Here." replied Chattelle in a mechanical voice, his finger pointed at a notice attached to the sewer wall. A wide grin, shadowered by malice crept across Razakel's maw. He read it aloud:
A Grand Opportunity!
Serve the Dark Queen and her Intentions!
Strive to raise the Forsaken unto its derserved seat amongst Azeroth!
A new breakthrough has been discovered due to the insightful and unfaltering study of the Apothecaries of the R.A.S. (Royal Apothecary Society) and they desire Forsaken to attend a private meeting that will reveal this proto-type plague's purpose! Due to the nature of this affliction, only Forsaken that have shown a loyalty to the R.A.S. since their unbirth will be allowed to attend. Come and be an active part in the shaping of a new land, a new age of the Forsaken!
[scribbled lightly at the bottom of the parchment is a small notification that says: This is not a completely accepted disease yet; this meeting will help to determine whether or not the R.A.S. will approach the Dark Lady with intentions to use it. This event is sponsored by Apothecary Razakel Calivan and his section of the R.A.S., "Internecine".]
"Perfect, just as I asked them to transcribe it," mused the Warlock as he turned back to his mind-slave, Chattelle, continuing, "And considering that I ensured that it was written it Gutterspeak, we should not expect too many third-parties to be in attendance. Three days and my plans will be unveiled for all and I have little doubt of their acceptance!" Razakel cackled, lifting a boney fist into the air as though he were grasping for something just within his reach.
( Of course, Raz is trying to ensure that traitors and non-Forsaken don't attend, but that doesn't mean that word doesn't travel. Also, a possible Alliance attack to fuddle things up? It could just be wishful thinking for the attendance I'll be getting. /grin Anyways, it will be held at 7pm, Server-time on Sunday Evening in the Apothecarium. If you need to contact me do so in-game under "Razakel" or through my email, alec_hicks@yahoo.com. Hope to see many of you there! )
The inner bowels of Undercity was bustling with activity. For whatever reason, the Dark Lady had her worker bees buzzing about to accomplish their day-to-day tasks with more haste. Apothecary Razakel Calivan was considering the possible motivation for this very matter when one of her flesh-rotted servants bumped into him, nearly flinging him into the bubbling ooze of their sewers. "How dare you, mind-slave!" chortled Razakel as the ghostly human gathered up its scattered possessions and flitted away. "That pathetic murmur of a being seems unworthy of even enslaved mind-servitude. And look, ...it knocked some of the dirt and grime from my robe," whimpered Razakel as he tugged the torn, lower section of his crimson vestments into his view.
"Do. Not. Dwell. On. Such. Matters, Master. See. Here." replied Chattelle in a mechanical voice, his finger pointed at a notice attached to the sewer wall. A wide grin, shadowered by malice crept across Razakel's maw. He read it aloud:
A Grand Opportunity!
Serve the Dark Queen and her Intentions!
Strive to raise the Forsaken unto its derserved seat amongst Azeroth!
A new breakthrough has been discovered due to the insightful and unfaltering study of the Apothecaries of the R.A.S. (Royal Apothecary Society) and they desire Forsaken to attend a private meeting that will reveal this proto-type plague's purpose! Due to the nature of this affliction, only Forsaken that have shown a loyalty to the R.A.S. since their unbirth will be allowed to attend. Come and be an active part in the shaping of a new land, a new age of the Forsaken!
[scribbled lightly at the bottom of the parchment is a small notification that says: This is not a completely accepted disease yet; this meeting will help to determine whether or not the R.A.S. will approach the Dark Lady with intentions to use it. This event is sponsored by Apothecary Razakel Calivan and his section of the R.A.S., "Internecine".]
"Perfect, just as I asked them to transcribe it," mused the Warlock as he turned back to his mind-slave, Chattelle, continuing, "And considering that I ensured that it was written it Gutterspeak, we should not expect too many third-parties to be in attendance. Three days and my plans will be unveiled for all and I have little doubt of their acceptance!" Razakel cackled, lifting a boney fist into the air as though he were grasping for something just within his reach.
( Of course, Raz is trying to ensure that traitors and non-Forsaken don't attend, but that doesn't mean that word doesn't travel. Also, a possible Alliance attack to fuddle things up? It could just be wishful thinking for the attendance I'll be getting. /grin Anyways, it will be held at 7pm, Server-time on Sunday Evening in the Apothecarium. If you need to contact me do so in-game under "Razakel" or through my email, alec_hicks@yahoo.com. Hope to see many of you there! )