A Death in the Family? ((Open))

[Nazshakul]

((Warning: The conclusion to this story WILL change your opinion of this character, FOREVAH! ;) ))

...And just like that, he was gone. It was like Nazshakul just disappeared from the face of Azeroth, leaving no note or trace, and telling no one that he would be absent. Then, about two months later, just as his friends and loved ones were about to lose hope, a strange report came in. The old Orc had been spotted in Brill! That, in itself, would not be strange, except that he was also seen wandering in the wastes of Durotar, and fighting the Night Elves in Ashenvale.

All in all, four men claiming to be Nazshakul had suddenly appeared. A Death Knight in black armor and wielding a vampiric runeblade frequenting the Brill inn. A dread Far Seer in a red cloak wandering the Durotar wastes. A Blademaster shifting the tide of the fight in Ashenvale for the Horde. Finally, a large Orc claiming to be Nazshakul was helping the Blood Elves restoration effort in Quel'thalas.

Was one of these people the real Nazshakul? If not, then where is he? And what connection do these men have with him? One thing was clear, something bad had happened to him, and with every second the hope of finding him alive was diminishing rapidly...

[Malakim]

((Rebirth of superman?))

[Nazshakul]

((Hahaha... yeah. ;) I was inspired. ))

[Malakim]

((I really like the idea, don't think Mal can be much help though... but maybe I can think of something))

[Vilmah]

((What the hell?! Gimme back my uncle!!))

[Nazshakul]

((Bah, you got my hopes up Vil, I thought you posted something in the story! xD Go on, go find him! But in the end, will you even want to? Dum-dum-DUM! ))

[Shadowspeak]

Deep in the recess of the Rest Inn Peace sits what most would consider a heavy curse. Some thin of it as a burden, long forgotten and dead, just another mindless wanderer of Azeroth... few know the truth. Few care to seek the truth... even fewer have tried.

"My children are precious too me... I watch over my children.."

An obsidian claw extends over a pool of small, charcoal-colored orbs.

"...Where has my child gone?"

[Nojinbu]

((crap! way to go right a story that takes your character away noj! bah! ill find a waya to get involved!))

[Vilmah]

She was confused.

Vilmah missed her uncle greatly, and was overcome with grief when he vanished. All of a sudden there were mixed reports as to his wherabouts. What to do? She couldn't try and find him all over the world, it would be time-consuming and might not have any results. Instead, she decided to try the easy way first. She picked up her hearthstone, which had various channels on which to speak with every member of Sanctuary.

"..Uncle Naz? Are you there?"

[Nazshakul]

There was no reply. Obviously, someone had taken his hearthstone away from him, or he was somehow incapacitated and could not respond...