Sulajin
11-09-2006, 06:54 PM
A new setting, a new place. Down beneath the dusty streets of Orgrimmar and lost in the maze of secret layers and hidden sects the fammiliar chambers lie empty and forgotten. Follow them and you may find a pit of seeming infinite depths, within a horrid mixture of decayed flesh and discarded regents intermingle in a nightmarish mix of potential. Beside the hole, the hearth lies cold. The fires extinguished, save for a few solitary embers, burning on in a field ripe with magic potential.
No longer does Sulajin Bloodbreaze make his home within these wall, no more does he treck through endless tunnels to find his private lab in a city of secrets and shadows. He has moved on, ever upwards into new and better places. Across oceans and over mountains must we travel to find him now. There is a spire. A massive monument of architecture and power. A tribute to forces half forgotten in the modern world. Beneath it lies a land rent by volcanic activities and the eternal mining of Dark Iron Dwarves.
There is a certain stone, set into the hillside. A mostly unnoticable stone. It's collor blends in reasonably well with the surrounding sediment. It bears no keyholes locks or bars. Nothing shall be revealed on the third full moon of the year, when the whelpling roar. A gateway it is, none the less. To those who have been welcomed the sigils will reveal themself and the gateway will spread. A wave of hot air welcoming guests into the strangely smooth walls that lead down into abandoned mine shafts of the Dark Iron. The back ways have been walled off, the entrance disquised.
Within depths once carved to trundle minerals out to wield exquisitly molded metal into armor of quality unheard of by the outside world lurks a new purpose. A new energy fills the chambers, removing and lifting them from the rest of the world. These chambers will be found on no map. Will be discovered by no scrying bowl. They are above, below, apart, and a part of the landscape. Forces undreamt of channel through it constantly, crystal pylons have been erected to ground excess force. Creatures wrought of thought alone patrol the vast structure, keeping the peace, tending to the supplies.
No more do the Dark Iron try to reclaim lost chambers. Never again will they push in for hidden gold, and treasures of the past. They are no longer welcome in this mine.
It serves a new master now.
No longer does Sulajin Bloodbreaze make his home within these wall, no more does he treck through endless tunnels to find his private lab in a city of secrets and shadows. He has moved on, ever upwards into new and better places. Across oceans and over mountains must we travel to find him now. There is a spire. A massive monument of architecture and power. A tribute to forces half forgotten in the modern world. Beneath it lies a land rent by volcanic activities and the eternal mining of Dark Iron Dwarves.
There is a certain stone, set into the hillside. A mostly unnoticable stone. It's collor blends in reasonably well with the surrounding sediment. It bears no keyholes locks or bars. Nothing shall be revealed on the third full moon of the year, when the whelpling roar. A gateway it is, none the less. To those who have been welcomed the sigils will reveal themself and the gateway will spread. A wave of hot air welcoming guests into the strangely smooth walls that lead down into abandoned mine shafts of the Dark Iron. The back ways have been walled off, the entrance disquised.
Within depths once carved to trundle minerals out to wield exquisitly molded metal into armor of quality unheard of by the outside world lurks a new purpose. A new energy fills the chambers, removing and lifting them from the rest of the world. These chambers will be found on no map. Will be discovered by no scrying bowl. They are above, below, apart, and a part of the landscape. Forces undreamt of channel through it constantly, crystal pylons have been erected to ground excess force. Creatures wrought of thought alone patrol the vast structure, keeping the peace, tending to the supplies.
No more do the Dark Iron try to reclaim lost chambers. Never again will they push in for hidden gold, and treasures of the past. They are no longer welcome in this mine.
It serves a new master now.