Hidden Justice

[Shadowspeak]

Part1: Death of a Kingdom

News spread like wildfire among the city about his return. Rumors that the creatures had been defeated, rumors that the darkness had been put at bay...

But rumors are just rumors...
To our luck, one of the rumors was correct. At least it seemed.

The day went on as usual: Myself along with a few other noblemen were arguing about what what to do if the creatures returned, until Menethil broke our argument. "Cease your squabbling... today is a joyful day indeed. My son has returned from the grasp of death itself!"

So it is true! hes returned! Excelent...

The other noblemen became even more excited about this topic. near an hour later, we heard Arthas return. The sounds of the common people celebrating outside. The paladin, or so we thought, entered the throne room.

Somethings wrong... why is his armor covered with.. skulls? And what is that blade he is weilding?

I will never forget the words he exchanged with his father. They echo in my mind as they still echo the very room where it occured. I watched in horror as, with one thrust, our lives changed forever.

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Part 2: Dead, but not Defeated.

I rode home that day, ever changed. My speed had a strange swiftness with it as I realized what had just occured. I gathered my guards and rode out to a small house ( the house is just south of the Sepulcher). I attempted to rescue my friends and whatnot, but it was to no avail. My to-be-bride was missing, and the kingdom was in total chaos. I was forced to leave.

Meanwhile in Dalaran, a conspiracy was occuring that I did not know about at the time. A Dalaran mage, or he at least posed as one, was planning my assassination. I do not know why he did so, but apparently I needed to be "kept Silent". Anyways- the mage, named Gerad, planned his success, and won his victory. or so it seemed.

He hired a skilled assassin named Ix Nighthollow. Ix was my to-be-brides BROTHER. He snuck into my room while I was writing an entry into my journal, and stuck a blade in my back. It was that simple, I was dead within minutes after I bled. Ironically enough, my guards rushed up and slew Ix before he could escape through the window.

Flaoting through a void... tumbling downward into a spiral...

Where am I? I know I wa- whe- where am I?

I looked down, and to my horror, I saw it- A swirling mass, a downward spiral... and I was getting closer.

It appeared to be similar to the Maelstrom, but it couldnt be! This "realm" was bleak... made of shadow, and lifeless. But could this be it? Could this be what is truely inside the Maelstrom? Or was this the gate to some other demonic realm? My questions were soon answered...

You are in my realm now, priest.

What is this? I hit what seemed to be solid ground...

Who... who are you? What is this?

I am the forgotten... no one knows about me anymore.. I greet you openly priest. My name is Thallis.

What do you want with me? I thought I was de-

Indeed. You are dead. But this is not the material realm my friend.

Then... what do you want with me? and how ca-

Know what your about to say? Here.. before I explain, let me show you the essence of TRUE power... let me reveal myself.

It was like a dimmed light showed through the darkness, and I saw him- A Giant of a being, at least sixty feet in height. His form was that of a human with elongated arms and skull, skin grey. His face... was the most disturbing feature. Four gleaming eyes appeared from the "head" and the creature had no mouth, nor ears.

He glared at me like a tiger ready to strike, but nothing of the sort went on.


What I will tell you, and show you, will be nothing like any other being has known. Keep in mind this.. power... your about to recieve will not expend the limits of what any other priest of your kind can harness.

He glared at me for a moment then... I looked up and saw light.

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Part 3: Risen... and Confused...

Then again... blackness! But I could control my body. I was wrapped in a very tight cloth material. I could hear the sounds of a horse slowly walking down a stone path, and I could feel that I was in a wagon of some sort. In all my struggle to release myself, I fell from the wagon.

Hard earth hit my body...

"Hold on... I said hold on you miserable bad of bones!" said a voice. I heard the wagon come to a stop and two beings step on the cold earth that I lay. I continued to struggle until finally someone grabbed the cloth around me and a knife thruck through.

I was free! Free from blackness but cast into...

"Scourge!"

I lifted myself with panicked speed and backed away from the two beings standing before me. The one to the left looked around like he was bewildered, and the other howled with laughter.

"Haha! Do you hear that Monty? SCOURGE!"

"Ah... hes just confused, let him be"

"What... what happened? Why are you two- "

"Hes confused... he doesnt know what he is... haha..."

"I hate this part... this is where they allways complain and scream 'Oh end my existance! I am so cursed!' "

The Undead gave another dark laugh...

"My friend, take a lil' gander at yourself in the water. Look close now."

I starred in disbelief at the Undead until I realized what had happend. I had died and rose again as an Undead but, something was different... I had free will, did scourge have free will all along? I walked to the waters edge.

I saw what I had half expected... a ragged face with glowing spheres for eyes.

"By the light... what did he d-"

Another howl of laughter came from the wagon.

" 'By the light?' HA!"

I ignored the Undead's remark and studied my face, and then turned to the Undead.

"What am I? .......What are we?"

The Undead gave a sly smirk and answered: "We are Forsaken"

[Shadowspeak]

((more to come, but I cant finish it tonight, I hope you enjoy it even though its my first work on the TNG))

[Shadowspeak]

Part 4: One down, One to go.

After the day of my rising, and after I was well-versed in the arts of shadow, my good friend in both life and death, Sevarith Blackhold, found something.

"I think youl like this Thoranox... it's right over here." He gestured to an old crate in a dark corner.

"I've told you many times to never use that name again." I responded. "Use my new name."

I walked slowly over to the crate. Not expecting what to see, I peered down into the crate, hoping that it was some relic of power, or some other tool I could use. Instead, I saw an old corpse.

"This is what you brought me? An old beaten Corpse?"

The body began to shake violently within its wrappings.

"An old, Forsaken corpse... why should I b-"

To my horror I eyed a tatoo on the back of this Forsakens neck: A sword through a bleeding heart.

"Thas' right... you can thank me now"

"Haha! Sevarith! Thank you my old friend, Iv'e been looking everywhere for this little fiend."

I ripped the wrappings with my dagger to see an old and rotten, but not forgotten face. Ix.

"So, what will you do now?"

"Ask him why he killed me, thats what."

After I had explained everything to Ix, what he had become and whatnot, I talked to him. He could only vaugly remmber parts about his past life, like his name and such, that and the few events that passed before he died.

"I... I guess." Ix said. "I think it was him... yes, it was, Gerad, hes the one"

And then it became apparent. Gerad, a necromancer in disguise as a Dalaran mage, was the conspirator that wanted my death- And got it.

"We have much work to do. First, we must find out where gerad might be if he still is alive. Second, we must draw him near. Third... we will kill him.

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We searched everywhere, what was left of Dalaran, Duskwood, even Stormwind for any records (Wich was quite a hassel. It was good that Ix still remained a student of assassination). We kept searching until we came upon a badly charred book discarded within a crate in Ambermill. It was titled "Thoughts and procedures within Dalaran- Gerad Shadecrest". I read the journal carefully, not missing a thing. I came upon a few entries that unfolded what he had done. I past by his chapter "Infiltration of Dalaran" which explained how he got in.

This doesnt make any sense... why would he need to pretend to be a Dalaran mage? Why not just join them anyways?

I kept flipping through the chapters. I noticed a few entres that sparked my interests about necromancy, but almost nothing useful... that is until the last chapter.The journal read:

"My work here is do *Burnt Area* Thoranix is dead along with his assassin. I still do wonder why he never *Burnt Area* eared like the headmaster said, but I must return back ho *Burnt area* ance and gain my reward."

"Headmaster?"

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Part 5: Final Revenge.

The following entry might be considered "Cruel" and "Distasteful" among some, even Forsaken, because of what happens to Ix. I assure you, he did not feel any pain. That ability of his died along with him.

With the proper lure, its suprising what kind of fish you can catch.

It took much searching to find this "Headmaster", but I came upon the only reliable source. Scholomance. Where else would a necromancer call home?

Contacting Gerad was indeed an issue. The necromancers there were foolish and prone to error and mistakes- The Scourge themselves were not. Ix said it took much "Useful skills of subtlety" to reach my destination, but of course all he did was wander around like a simple scourge agent. He contacted this Gerad and asked him if hed "Like to help the Scourge inside the Undercity itself". We were posing as Scourge agents acting like Forsaken. Much like a double agent.

Anyhow

He indeed took the bait, just like a mudsnapper fish, he swallowed it up without thinking and was consumed in his own blindness by the end.

The process was quick. I not only earned revenge from this, but Ix became more deadlier than ever- let me explain

Gerad was also a master engineer, which I figured by reading his journal. When he arrived at the Undercity with Ix, he drank a substance known as "Noggenfoggers Elixer", which I had supplied, put on some robes, and entered the city. We talked, mostly about the operation which I had asked him to preform.

He fashioned two, what he calls, "Clip bracers". A device that replaces the hands of an individual, but connects with the weapons from tightened gears and bolts. It took us only a few minutes to sever the hands and tighten the bracers to his wrists.

After he had done the operation he asked when he would get his reward.

"Trust me my friend... you will get your just reward in only but a few minutes."

I walked back inside to Ix.

"What will you do now?" Ix asked.

"Follow him Ix. Follow him, and take care of him for me."

Ix nodded and proceeded out of the Undercity.

Along the trail to the Bulkwark, Ix stalked his prey. He had to be careful- Even though her was alone and unsuspecting, he was still a Scourge agent.

"One... two..." Ix held up his new weapons. The bracers made his swords as an extension of his body, almost like he still had hands, only they were made for killing and nothing else.

"THREE!" Ix pounced. With one mighty, swift cleave Ix severed Gerads right arm and left leg completely off (Dont ask me how he managed to pull the stunt with one move... hes a bloody rogue). The necromancer gave a howl of pain and fel. He muttered what spell he could remmber, but it was to late. Ix's foot met the necromancers face and canceled whatever wicked spell he would have casted.

"Do you remmber me? Eh? Do ya?" Ix asked. "Mabey this will help you?" He wipped back his head to show his symbol, the tatoo that so infamously belonged to his family. About this time I came upon the fray on my mount. "Yes Gerad... do you like this feeling? Do you? The feeling of being killed by your own creation? The feeling of being slain by the monster you created yourself?"I spoke. "You... your not Scourge at all! But why?! Why lure me, im just one necromancer!" He spat back. "Wait your..." I could see it in his eyes now, he rocognized the symbol on Ix. He knew who we were at last. "Indeed, it is I. The priest once known as Thoranix... has returned. Iv'e come for you Gerad, and now I have you, and you will die in what only seems fitting". Ix dug the tip of his blades into both of his eyes, gouging them out. Gerad squirmed with anguish. I nodded to Ix and he knew what to do.

We set out to the Brill Graveyard and started searching until we found an open grave. My open grave.

"Here we are Gerad. The grave you sought so much to put me in. But now they will need to redo the gravestone... it belongs to you now". Ix gave a mighty push and the necromancer fell with a large thud into the coffin.

"No... you dont.. you dont know what your doing I... stop, no.." He pleaded again and again. I watched as he spun around in his grave. "Ix. Put the cover on" I commanded. He managed to get his blades underneath the coffin lid and throw it on. I gave one final look at my grave and picked up a nearby shovel.

"Here lies gerad Shadecrest!" I spoke aloud. "May his soul burn in the eternities of whatever hell lies in wait for him."

I then filled the grave.
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This has been a small tale about my death, my rise, and my revenge. I hope all of Forsaken get a chance to recieve such a sweet... sweet revenge as I have, whether it be on the Scourge, or on the Alliance.

Death to Arthas.
Death to the Alliance.
Death to all who challenge the Forsaken.