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  1. Mai’kull approached the ring, but did not enter. From his analysis of this ritual, anyone tainted by shadow magic would jeopardize the mission. He would instead act as field support in maintaining the portal, and if worse came to pass… Instead he withdrew the tome from his robes, separating the extra sheets he had concealed earlier, and flipped it open, there was a pulse of demonic energy from the magi for a moment, as he whispered demonic words from the book. He was still unsure exactly what he was saying, but every time he recited the words, the Void-caller was sure to answer the summons. Ignorance was possibly bliss in this case. The hulking Void being rose from the shadows of the Maleficar; draped in an ethereal shawl with gothic lanterns hanging off its shoulders, the large Naaru-like structure on its back loomed over the figure, and sparked with an eerie light. “My void-caller is the one who initially located Khorvis. He was charged with safeguarding him in the shadowlands until we could pull him out. Wherever that stubborn Orc has taken refuge, this being will help lead you to him.”
  2. The Forgotten Crypt lies behind the tower of Karazhan, in the cemetery at Morgan's Plot. The purpose of the crypt was unknown, sealed by a magical portcullis probably by the Guardian Medivh himself. But there was no where the Maleficar could not go, or reach. That’s why he had chosen this spot to hold the beast. She had already attempted to reach the guild hall, and once he identified she served under the "Twilight Empire", he felt it best to keep her at an arms length to prevent any would-be rescue attempts from disturbing the sanctity of the Grim Hall. Boneslave had followed instructions well, he was almost envious of Khorvis for finding competent help. The Undead Death knight was waiting behind the Portcullis for him, giving his customary subservient bow to the Mage. "Where did you put the body?" Mai’kull asked as he looked about the room. "Where instructed my lord, she lies in the pit!" Mai’kull nodded "Good...lets take a look shall we?" Kiannis' instructions were that she was alive and able to speak, but Mai’kull didn’t do it for the gold, he did it for retaliation for the woman’s fool attempt to strike at the Grim. He had been mailed the reward already, after the official notice was sent to the Inquisitor, but he had not personally met with them yet, or furnished the body, he wanted to have his fun first. Standing over the pit he could see Katrynne's broken and charred body. Boneslave had tossed her like a sack of garbage down into the pit where she laid on the ritualistic stone. The Magister took a moment to review his work, mentally replaying the fight in his head. He should have ended it quicker than he did, trying to go toe to toe with a melee fighter was foolish and arrogant, thankfully he had enough precautions in place. However he didn’t want to just capture or kill her, he wanted to break her, he wanted to shatter her will and resolve, to throw everything she had at him and fail, to know the true meaning of defeat. He could see that in her eyes as soon as Reaves was activated, he only wished he could see over the Mechanical Shredders Main Cannon as the life left her eyes. As Mai'kull stepped off the platform looking before the pit, Boneslave took his place there, almost as if he anticipated the Mage's wishes. With a nod from the Executioner, Boneslave reached out with necrotic tendrils, which wrapped itself around the broken Worgen's body, lifting it high into the air. The deathknight began to pour dark energy into the shattered form until finally the breath of life came back into her, most notably her eyes snapped wide as she began choking for air once more. Boneslave let her wiggle there in shock, fear, and agony; savoring the beasts suffering before letting her crash back down into the pit. Her legs, still broken left her crumpled onto the floor as the pain of all her injuries rushed back through her nervous system. Mai’kull watched Kat lay there, whimpering uncontrollably in pain. He was unsure what was going through her mind, but he didn’t care anymore. The game was over, and this was business. He aimed an apparent double barrel rifle at the creature and pulled the trigger. The Gnomish Net Launcher spewed a large net over the Worgen, the small caltrops that lined each notch dug in where flesh was accessible, pinning her to the floor. Mai’kull handed the launcher off to Boneslave behind him, never taking his eyes off his prisoner. "Can you feel it?" The Maleficar said, kneeling close to the edge. "That stone your resting upon holds the essence of over a thousand leeches and mana wyrm's. As your body presses against it, they ever so gently syphon your life, and mana away from you, just enough to keep you weak, but not enough to kill you. That net I hit you with is enchanted to do the same, every time you struggle it saps your energy and becomes that much stronger. So if you had the slightest delusion you were getting out of here, don’t." Mai’kull stood, looking down on his prey, "You angered a lot of people with your little escapades. And they were willing to pay, ALOT of gold to put you down." he said, withdrawing a hefty sack from a portable hole he had summoned. Within it held thousands of golden pieces, ten thousand to be exact. The mage picked one up, and tossed it at Katrynne, then another, then a pinch of coins, a handful, until he eventually upturned the whole bag onto the beast, pelting her with a hail of hard-pressed golden slag. "But your worthless to me..." the mage said, with a look of disgust on his mask-pressed face. "You think a single person could dare challenge the will of the mandate?! You think you could start a revolution by showing others there were no consequence to challenging the Grim?!" The flames grew around the mage as he spoke, but he allowed himself to calm before continuing, "Well look where you are now. You, will be the lesson to all that NO ONE! No one will dare stand in our way, and you will be the shining consequence of what happens when you do..." "Others will learn, not just from what were going to do to you, but what I will do in your stead...." The mage smirked as the Illusionary magic enveloped him, turning into a perfect copy of the Rogue. "I’m going to tear everything you ever were apart, from the inside out. I’m going to hunt, every person you ever knew and loved, and the last face they will see before they die wont be a menacing Orc or Forsaken...but your own, looking back at them as I stab out every one of their hearts. I only hope the Commander leaves you alive long enough for me to drown you in all of them." Immeasurable amount of pain was coursing through her body, but she could hear the Forsaken chastising her. She could only muster a growl as she looked up at the mage, “Why bring me back? You just want to get your kicks” The mage only gleamed at her, once again with a malevolent smile. “Death is a release…not a punishment. And believe me Kitten…your punishment is coming VERY soon.” As Mai’kull turned away from the pit and stepped off the platform, he looked to Boneslave, “Notify the Inquisitors…Their Monster Hunt is over. Ill be opening a Portal from the Guild Hall to this Chamber for…Easy access. I must change and get ready for our Ceremony tonight...with luck, the Lasher will have a hand at her torment."
  3. “Executioner…” The recent Guild meeting found the Maleficar once again rising in standing among his peers within the Grim. His first promotion from Supplicant to Reaper fueled his desire to prove himself worthy of serving the mandate, and lead to the Grim’s Strengthened Association with the Dread Horde, and the Glorious Incursion on the Alliance Capital Cities. But now, he had another issue to attend to. Katrynne Simms…the young Worgen he had danced with atop Margoss Retreat some weeks back was causing several ripples in the water. Her hit and run tactics along the Broken Isles against his kin was one thing, with rival factions in the same warzone it was a common occurrence. But she had elevated her campaign to attacking the Grim hall itself, killing one of the patrolling guardsmen. An attack on one is an attack on all, and hitting so close to home meant she was turning the fun “Game” they were playing, into something dark and personal, something she would deeply regret. The Maleficar felt need to begin work in his new role within The Grim; Executioner…and he knew just where to start. He would not go into the venture hastening, instead using careful planning and tactics. As much as he wished to be the one to squeeze the last ounce of life from her mangy throat, he knew he must anticipate all outcomes, including his own incapability, to see that the objective overall was achieved. Utilizing his mastery of Alchemy, Magic, and Engineering; Mai’kull ensured he was armed with all the tools necessary for the job. Some items eluded his current skill in shadow magic, thus he reached out to The Grim Reaper Malhavik for assistance. Once all his pieces were delicately positioned on the Chess Board, he initiated his first move. A personally written note in common was delivered to her in Grayfang’s Enclave. A cute little gnome who was running about in the city was to be his messenger, utilizing his Mind Amplification Dish, he was able to make the childling walk right into the Enclave as if nothing were amiss. The girl approached Katrynne with a smile, calling out to her “Here Kitty-Kitty” outstretching the note in her hand. And just as it was taken from her, the gnome collapsed onto the floor, a small trickle of blood oozing out of her ears. She was not dead, but her mind was fried from the manipulation. Katrynne was ready to retire for the night. She was in Dalaran, seeing to some business after a successful hunt in Suramar. She'd found an undead Grim mining in the area. There were other Horde near him, and she knew Horde usually assisted each other against Alliance when one was attacked. For more than a year, she had hunted cautiously, carefully selecting her attacks on the monsters for the greatest chances of success. More recently, she'd become more reckless. She made risky attacks in the field, and she'd even gone so far as to attack at the Grim hall itself. So far, luck had been on her side, and her encounter with the Grim miner in Suramar was no exception. She killed him quickly and moved away, before any other nearby Horde even reacted. Unfortunately, her luck would not hold out forever. As the little messenger collapsed, Katrynne called for help even as she gathered the girl in her arms and headed for the infirmary. Only after she was safely in the care of the healers did Kat read the note. She expected it to be from Baal'themar, because he used a child messenger before. As soon as she opened the note, she saw the "Dear Kitten" and realized who it was from. A feral growl sounded in her human throat, and she quickly scanned the rest of the note before crumpling it angrily and tossing it aside. The beach outside the cave was still and quiet when Kat arrived. She stayed out of sight anyway. She sniffed the air in the direction of the cave, but all she could smell was the breeze coming in from the sea. Cautiously, she entered the cave and was suddenly aware that she'd been lured into a trap as she caught the scent of the Forsaken mage, but also two others: a Pandaren and another undead. She drew her daggers. As she looked around the cave, all her senses on high alert, she looked for both her enemies and an escape route. With three of them there, she was certain she'd have to flee the battle, but maybe she could kill one of them first. A small red light began blinking faintly by the entrance. Mai’kull had placed several Gnomish Alarm-o-Bots at the maw of the cavern, performing his own personal adjustments to the devices to prevent them from creating an audible alarm or bright light. As soon as his pray entered, they triggered alerting him of her presence. It was show time. Maikull stood at the back of the cavern, overseeing the whole vicinity. He had brought with him two other Grim to assist him should the need arise; Somdot the new Pandaran Mistweaver Supplicant, and Boneslave, Inquisitor Khorvis’ now unemployed death knight manservant. As much as his pride wished to deal with her on his own, he knew the importance of this mission was greater than his ego. Both were positioned on the far ends of the cavern, and all three Grim were concealed with Stealthman 52 Devices provided by the Maleficar. A Magical laughter filled the caverns; the acoustics made pinpointing the source of the sound near impossible. “Here Kitty Kitty…” the forsaken mage taunted in basic common as he readied himself under the cloak of his device. He took a nice deep swig from an elixir flask at his hip before tossing it with a shattering clash on the rocks below. “Not so fun when people hide from YOU now is it…” The Mage began stepping forward as the shimmering illusion around him faded away bringing him into view. Mai’Kull; the Maleficar of the Grim appeared in his customary Blackened Bloodmage Regalia. However, his normal Firelord Hood he was always seen sporting was missing, and instead, a pair of Catseye Ultra Goggles were strapped to his head. The lens on his goggles whirled for a moment as they focused, and with the Elixir of the Searching Eye he had just consumed the hidden Rogue came clearly into his view. Behind the mage, his water elemental ominously rose from one of the small pools on the ground, as a Void-caller phased out of the shadows, both looming behind the Mage’s shoulders as he stared down Kat. “No sense in hiding now sweetheart…” he goaded, tapping his goggles. “I…Seee…Youuu….” He said in a sing-song voice, his eyes focused on the rogue’s movements, she was rash, and he would be ready to strike as soon as she flinched. Kat froze as Mai'Kull seemed to focus on her, then she moved again as he spoke, and his gaze followed her. She was a bit disturbed that she was not hidden from him, and she was annoyed with his taunts though she had enough battle experience to know better than to act upon words alone. She knew there were two others in the cave, but they weren't close to her. She decided to take the risk that she could kill the mage before they could stop her. The water elemental and void caller might get in the way, but she could avoid even them for a short time. Silently and without warning, she leaped through the air at him, stretching and twisting into the worgen form in midair. As she landed, her daggers slashed through the air as they sliced toward his stomach, and she was already prepared to dance around his minions. ((written by Maikull and Katrynne))
  4. The roar of his Mechano-Hog died down as Mai’kull parked nearby the Ring of Mushrooms. He had left the Guild Hall shortly after everyone else as he packed extra supplies in his side car. It was a pleasure to be working with Chaoseater once more. Though they did not talk, he admired and respected the Tauren’s presence on the battlefield during their joint venture across Azeroth. Baalthemar seemed a bit on edge back in the hall, but he was sure there was enough bad blood there to warrant it, not that he knew or cared of the particulars. He began to unload some of the machines he brought to aid in the ritual. Knowing the troubles, he had encountered simply opening a window, he had brought several items to aid them in their venture. Several Failure detection pylons were reconstructed with a Void Crystal core to provide energy for the ritual and limit the strain on the summonses. The Mage’s Manual of Void-Calling tomb sat in the seat, with several separate slips of Dark Parchment sticking out in random pages. The mage collected the volume and opened it trying to conceal the pages quickly as he shoved the book inside his robes. He turned to the growing crowd and those already in attendance and waved towards the circle. “That’s it…something about that spot in particular, but there you can reach out to other worlds. I was able to open a window to the Shadowlands from there, but could not reproduce the same results anywhere else. These damn Fairy Dragonflies come by ever so often and use this to syphon energy from the Emerald Dream.”
  5. Mai’kull was pleased to see and hear the cursing of Khrovis. But as the Orc drew closer and closer spewing his slurs and insults, the Mage could feel the power consumption from the portal begin to grow. “Ancestors do bless your finger-wiggling heart! Quickly! You must use your magicks! Teleport me away from this prison!" He heard his mentor cry out. He could see Khorvis desperately grasping for the portal, but he just phased through it. At his disturbance of the event horizon, the gateway began to waver and grow opaque.The power draw was becoming too great for the Mage to maintain, and he was forced to cut the connection. As the portal closed before him, he could hear one final plea: "NOW! THEY DO BE COMING!"He wasn’t sure what was more disheartening. The feeling of complete uselessness being unable to assist his mentor, or the sound of actual fear and terror from an Orc. Both were quite unsettling as the mage knelt in the clearing, looking dumbstruck. Finally it struck him, The Voidcaller! Reaching into his pack, he pulled the ‘Darkened Tomb’ from its leather pouch and snapped it open. Shade magic crept from the volume as the mage instilled the text with his own energy as he was instructed, and once again, the Voidcaller stood before him, calm and now content.“You can go to him…” the Mage stated plainly, still holding the text open in his hands.The Void Caller nodded slowly.“Can you bring him back?”The Void Caller shook his head, holding out his hands as if showing nothing to offer.The Mages mind flashed with calculations before looking up at the creature.“Protect him…From whatever is chasing him, until I can find a way to get him out!” he ordered.The Void Caller sighed deeply, as if a child was just reminded to do their chores.“DO IT…” the Mage barked, snapping the book closed violently. “…And I set you free.”No matter what race, class, or creature; Mai’kull knew that when given a personal stake in an objective one would become more devout. The plan seemed to work as the Void-Caller perked up at these words and began to spin around on the spot, muttering in its native language as it slowly faded from his view. Hopefully that would help buy Khorvis some time until the Mage could figure out how to set him free. Feeling magically fatigued, the Maleficar summoned his Flaming Charger and rode off at a wild pace for the Guild Hall.
  6. There was several minutes of silence as Mai’kull examined the portal before him. It looked like his own surroundings, but slightly skew and off colored. He squinted to try and make out the details, to see if anything was moving around but at first could make out nothing. Then there was a distinctive splashing sound, as if something hit the lake. His initial reaction was to look off from the portal to the lake behind it off in the horizon, but could see no calamity. Then there was the off sound of cursing and growling, of the likes he had not heard in a long time. His eyes tracing back to the portal before him, he wondered if the sounds were instead coming from it. “Khorvis?!” he shouted out. The former High Inquisitor had been missing since their run in with a pack of shade spiders in the great hall some months back. They had all concluded that in that fray, the orc must have lost his mind and ran off, thinking he would slink back in a drunken stupor at some point once he regained his sanity, as apparently happens often amongst their ranks.He could still hear the grumbling and cursing, but it was slightly echoed, confirming it was coming from his portal and not nearby. As his mind wandered on the possibilities, his focus waivered and the energy from his hand fluctuated for a moment causing the event horizon to quiver. “SHIT” he cursed as he exerted more energy into the beam to re-stabilize the connection. Before was a consistent flow, but now he was exerting himself to maintain it, and now was unsure how long he could keep it open. “KHORVIS!?” He shouted once again into the spectral looking-glass.
  7. Mai’kull followed the void caller into the depths of the forests outside of Tirisfal Glades. It had been acting really strange, especially around the Guild Hall as of late. As where his understanding of Shadow and Void Magic were growing, he was still unable to communicate with his minion. However, his Water elemental was also lacking in the vocal department, so he had grown accustom to the point-and-gurgle communications the blobs produced. “Are we there yet?!” he annoyingly asked. And yet again, the Void Caller turned to give a nod, and beckoned him forth. They had been walking for almost an hour now, had he REAL directions he could have flown or teleported to wherever this damn thing was leading him. “I swear by all that is unholy, if your leading me into some fel-ridden trap, I will bind you underneath a Naaru for the rest of your existance!” the Archmage growled.In his studies, he had heard of some more skilled demonic minions attempting to turn on their masters. He was warned not to give his full trust onto these creatures as Mages do to towards their Water Elementals. He was greatly considering summoning his own to back him up, but the damn Void Caller would not sit still long enough.After what seemed like an eternity, they finally came upon a clearing in the forest. The starlit sky above them illuminated a ring of fungus that was oddly positioned in the clearing. The Void Caller had stopped at this ring, and was motioning for Mai’kull to enter. There was a queer magical force in the air, not shadow, or arcane, but something different, yet oddly familiar. Feeling this could not be a demonic coup, the Maleficar followed the Void Being into the ring. There was nothing special as he crossed the threshold. He took notice of several plagued doe looking at him, which was odd they were stationary, but he could see no reason why he was brought here. “Is your damn brain addled!? Why am I here?!” he barked. The Void Caller only sighed, shaking its head in frustration before firing a Void Bolt at the center of the ring, then turning back to its bewildered master. “Is there something there?” Mai’kull asked hesitantly, still feeling no sense of any but the queer magic around him. The Void Caller raised his hands in defeat before beginning a looping ceremony. It raised its hands in a large circle formation and began summoning a mists of Torment around itself as if attempting to start its own ritual, unleashing bursts of shadow-magic as it continued to loop its hands in a circular motion.Catching the Demons drift, Mai’kull prepared himself for what was to come next. “I swear…Chained to a Naaru…” he repeated as he focused his magic.The focusing magic at his feet, the Forsaken fired a torrent of Arcane and Shadow energy at the Void-Caller, shattering its corporal form and leaving behind a pocket portal. To call it an ACTUAL portal would be incorrect as it was not accessible, least not that he could sense. It was more like a window, but to what he was unsure. Was this what his void caller was trying to show him!? He had a good hold on the magical flow, but he was un-sure how long he could maintain it. He was fine to see this little charade through to the end as long as he was confident he could slam the door shut should things go south.
  8. Mai’kull stood by with Deucus as they mixed various potions. Still hoping to master his craft, the Forsaken Pair had been toying with various recipes, seeing if they could increase potency if their creations. “Pass me the wolf’s bane?” Mai’kull said, as he juggled vials between his fingers. Deucus scanned the mess of a table and took a pinch of the regent to hand to the Archmage. “OH, that reminds me, some hellish mutt came sniffing around in here looking for you. Refused to leave until I told it you come here occasionally. You would do best to keep your personal life out of my lab!” the apothecary snapped. Mai’kull would have reacted to this information had he not been in the mist of mixing volatile substances in his hands. But he knew who the other alchemist was talking about. His friend from the Pond had found him again. After he wrapped up at the Alchemy station, Mai’kull ventured across the street to ‘Like Clockwork’. As he anticipated, both Didi and Hobart had a run in with a Worgen asking about him as well. It looked like Round 2 was going to happen sooner than anticipated. Mai’kull paid both goblins for maintaining their silence to the Worgen and left, heading for the bank. Gazrix and his Bruisers were waiting outside the bank, “Mai’kull, my old friend! How are you doing?!” Gazrix responded, arms open for a hug he knew the forsaken would not reciprocate. Instead, Mai’kull only tossed the Goblin a medium sized bag of gold. “There is a Worgen looking for me…Arrange the meeting.” “SEE?! This is why I love this guy! Always upfront with the gold, and straight to business! Man is a Goblin at heart!” Gaz said as he absentmindedly counted what was in the bag. His next stop was the Black Market. Though The Widow was a Worgen herself, she was one to ask little in questions when gold was flashed. There were no words exchanged between the two, as Mai’kull handed the woman a bag filled with Sightless Eye emblems, and in turn she handed him a contract scroll. Mai’kull reviewed the contract and nodded, heading back into the Underbelly. Looking towards the small tavern where the shopkeeper sits Mai’kull set up his Portable Bullet Dispenser underneath the staircase. A second was set up not far off from the first, and the last was installed inside the pipe exit inside the open arena. All three were calibrated to focus fire on the small tavern, and all three had a Stealthman unit installed, keeping them disguised until activated. Only a few more minor details to be in place…but he was ready to face his Hunter.
  9. Yea, if your talking about the "Topics" bar on the side of the webpage that shows the most recent topics made/replied too, then no, your stories are not showing up there, least I haven't seen them. I didn't realize you updated Dark Star Rising on here until I physically when in and looked at them, and I check multiple times a day. Edit: Just figured out what the "Activity" button does...and yes I do see it there, but I've never looked there before, always just used the Recent Topics section to see the most up to date changes/additions to the site. but yea, making a note on Discord after each update might work to get views.
  10. Mai’Kull Fireweaver <The Grim> has been lingering about in Dalaran, mostly between his apartment in the Violet Citadel and the Purple Parlor. He frequently comes down into the city’s market district to work on Engineering or Alchemy related tasks, and has been taking refuse in “One More Glass” away from the bustle and crowds of the taverns or fishing in Margoss’ Pond. (Less so the later as of his recent assassination attempt). His seclusion has been drawing upon deep reflection, once more planting seeds of self-doubt in the Archmage since his last ‘glorious’ campaign. Rokano Dawnblade <Sanctuary> has been hard at work training in the Argent Tournament Grounds. Occasionally visits Argent Crusade Outposts in Northrend, keeping busy as he tries to collect himself for fully rejoining the Horde. Since joining Sanctuary, he occasionally takes scouting missions into Stormheim to familiarize himself with the current battlefield against the Legion.
  11. His bout of Alchemical creations done for the day, Mai’kull headed over to the Dalaran’s Merchant Bank. He wasn’t fond of using this one, so close to Graymane’s Enclave, but the Bank of Dalaran he normally used had lines almost out the door, and he didn’t want to wait. Depositing his potions, he left the bank rummaging through his portable holes he stored his goods in, making sure he made plenty of room when he crossed a box he had all but forgotten about. A small True Steel Lockbox sat securely in his possession. He retrieved it and examined the container for a moment. He would need to find a Rogue, they were good with Lockpicking. Maybe they could help him discover what worthless artifacts lay in this nuisance waste of space. He contemplated blasting it open, but on the off chance it contained something remotely valuable, he didn’t want to chance damaging the contents…again.Just in luck, he saw a Rogue dart across the street and run into the “Glorious Goods” shop. ‘That’s convenient’ he thought to himself as he too made his way to the store. He had never been in here before, even back when Dalaran was positioned in Northrend, though he doubted THIS shop was there. So many people and places changed after the Legion assault. Looking around he could see the shopkeeper, and his assistant on the top tier, but no Rogue.“Excuse me…” Mai’kull began to the shopkeeper, “What can I do for you?” Jack Findle asked, in an almost hypnotic tone. “Yes…there was a Rogue who came in here a few moments ago…” Mai’kull began, but once again the shop keeper cut him off “Nope! No Rogues in here man, just me and the little lady.” Mai’kull looked at the human; was he serious, or just stupid? Mai’kull began to argue back but stopped himself, realizing there was probably more going on that the human was not going to volunteer without pain of death. Doing another scan of the shop, he could see the “Shelf” to his left was a fake. The paint, was different from the rest of the walls, and the book case sat inside a clearly crafted stone frame. Tired of the Shopkeepers games, Mai’kull intended to investigate this on his own, and with a grin the mage vanished from view, shimmering left through the wall and into a dark stone hallway.He had cloaked himself in invisibility just to be safe, but he did not make it very far down the stone corridor before feeing the all too familiar sap to the back of his head. He feel to one knee, the world around him in a spinning blur as a foreboding presence hovered over him, where ever this was, he had the feeling he was not welcome; And then the world went dark.Mai’kull awoke a few minutes later in the Legerdemain Lounge sitting at one of the back tables. He could not recall what transpired between the stone corridor and just now, but he could feel no loss of limb or organs, and all his possessions were still accounted for. ‘Odd…’ Whoever was down there clearly didn’t want intruders. Sadly, they drew on the crosshairs of the wrong Archmage.Mai’kull returned to Glorious Goods again, walking in as if nothing had transpired. He began to casualty browse the store, under the scrutinous eye of its shop keeper. He browsed the crates and bags, and various tools of trades they were for sale, striking up casual conversation with the attendant Susana about the savory flavor of Sweetened Goat’s Milk.He made his way downstairs after a good 10 minutes of faffing about and began to look at the farthest bookshelf from Jack, combing over the professional tomes and recipe scrolls that he had to offer. He knew better than to directly interact with the false wall door in front of him, least it or the human trigger another alarm of sorts. No he continues to muddle around, watching gleefully as the human eyed him, and attempted to discreetly watch the bookcase.His patience paid off, as he read an old copy of the Kirin Tor Monthly, there was a loud click, and gear grinding. Jack’s face began to sweat profusely as the bookshelf swung open, and out ran a leather clad rogue, as if nothing was wrong. The rogue didn’t even stop to register Mai’kull was standing there. And as the door closed once again, the Magisters eyes locked with the shop keepers.“Found my Rogue…” Mai’kull venomously exclaimed. He could tell the Human was at a loss for words, but at this point he didn’t care; He found his confirmation. “Let me go have a few words with him…” he stated, giving Jack a small bow before exiting the shop.He didn’t actually leave. As soon as he walked out, Mai’kull slipped into the arcane folds of invisibility and popped back into the shop, settling in the upper steps among the boxes and crates, well out of sight from Jack or his assistant. And there he waited for his next opportunity. He could hear the shop keeper whispering to himself, no-doubt some attempt to warn whoever was behind the wall that their secret had been discovered.Mai’kull spent a good hour behind the shop, watching, calculating. He would see the doorway open ever-so-often, expelling rogues out of its entrance. And a few times he would see rogues come into the shop, and took note of Jack doing something under the counter that would pop open the door. That was going to be his Que.As soon as a Kal’dorei rogue entered the shop, Mai’kull emerged from his hiding place. Susana had her back turned, and he did his best to keep quiet as he summoned his eye of the flame. Just as the door opened and the rogue entered, so too did his magical construct. Doing his best to maintain focus, Mai’kull teleported out of the shop and into his small apartment atop the Archmage’s Spire of the Violet citadel before fully binding his vision to the arcane construct. He had little time, and his powers were strained due to the distance, but at least he would be undisturbed as he channeled the magic.The Magically Cloaked Fire Orb descended down the once inaccessible stone corridor leading into a vaguely familiar archway. Banners hung from the stone arches bearing the mark of the uncrowned, the newly revived coalition of shadowy assassins and spies since the legions invasion, this was the Hall of the Shadows! As Mai’kull beckoned the eye forward, nostalgia filled his mind. He knew EXACTLY where he was now.Cantrips & Crows, the old underbelly tavern. He would frequent this bar when he was alive, back in the Northrend Expedition, he would come down here to escape the aristocracy of the city above. He had marked this area all but destroyed when the city was assaulted by the Legion. Looks like the Rogues here took advantage of the main tunnel collapse and fortified it as their own; Genius, if not selfish as fuck.Everything was still here, the old Circle of Wills was still being used, only now it was to hone the skills of the Uncrowned Rogues. Mai’kull reminisced getting drunk and watching fights, occasionally being intoxicatedly lured into the ring himself a time or two. Good old time…Mai’kull turned the eye down towards the long tunnel that lead to the opening underneath the city. He spent many hours reading at the ledge of that tunnel, poking out of the bottom of the floating city. It offered a beautiful view of Crystalsong Forest when he was younger. It was his main relaxation spot while he lived in Dalaran. The eye attempted to make the trek down the tunnel, but the magic began to dissipate. He had overextended his ability and could no longer channel the magic as the view changed back to his room.Mai’kull walked outside, leaning against the rail and looking down upon the city. This was his new “spot”. He reflected on his discovery as he watched the people below bustle around the city.
  12. ((Updated Information as he is starting to light fires across the world))
  13. Blizgroc stood atop the mountain range of Elwynn Forest, overlooking the Old Town of Stormwind City. Not two weeks ago, there was a mass of Horde Radicals who struck the city, rampaging about and causing all sorts of havoc. Now he had to sneak in to retrieve information, knowing damn well the city was on high alert, making his job ten times more difficult. The Shattered Hand had received a contract to Infiltrate SI:7 and the Stormwind Keep Library Records to gather census records on prominent Alliance Guilds. That kind of information could be gathered in so many more, less life-threatening means; but the contractor put down a hefty amount of gold to ensure he got the word “Straight from the Horse’s Mouth” so to speak. Had to respect the contractor’s attention to detail at least, even if it was HIS neck on the line, and not theirs… Blizgroc cloaked himself in the shadows as he made his way down the Cliffside into the courtyard of the Alliance Old Barracks. There was a monk in the courtyard pounding away at one of the target dummies, which caused Blizgroc to freeze for a moment before realizing it was too encompassed with its training to notice him. He watched the Guards patrol routine for a moment before slipping past and into the Headquarters of SI:7 Slipping in was easy enough, Renzik was outside also enthralled at the training monk, which made him easy enough to slip by. Bliz was not so worried about the others, and with Shaw out of commission from his recent encounter with the Nathrezim, his mission here was a piece of cake. He scanned the book shelves, noting the catalog cypher order he received from former contacts. They had a hand in here already, but deiced to pull them out after the attacks, which is why he was here now. He ran across a case dedicated to “Enemies of the State”. Several titles stood out, The Defias Brotherhood, the Syndicate, Various Factions within the Horde, one of the most recent books was on The Grim, the same faction that caused all this mess. Within the attic, locked in an old armoire Bliz found his target. It took him several minutes, as he exerted extra caution picking the lock quietly. Inside held several maps and charts noted the typical activity of several factions within the alliance itself all over Azeroth and beyond. There were few notes scribbled on from alliance commanders with mobilization notes; this would help the contractors pinpoint alliance positions. One job down, it was time to tackle the real problem: Stormwind Keep. Guards were going to be crawling everywhere in that place, and Bliz was going to have to act fast to get in and out without being spotted by their patrollers with additional stealth detection training. Staying off the streets was a priority, so he took to the roof tops, timing his Rocket Jump with the gunfire on the training range. He sprinted across the roof tops, as he headed away from Old Town and towards the Keep’s massive walls. He couldn’t call on his Wind Rider as the Alliance were patrolling the skies, of which he was worried they might also spot him with their blasted Hyper-Vision Goggles on. He quickly ascended the wall to the right of the keep, leading to the waterfall. There was no way he was going to make it all the way across the city to the Earthshrine , no that would be too easy. Instead he would have to take an alternate route… Grappling up the waterfall he donned his Deepdive Helmet and swam under the water around to the back of the Keep. He knew underwater the guards would not see him, and he knew that the guards never generally patrolled behind the keep along the mountain range, despite the NUMEROUS attacks the Horde would launch from that very mountain. His patience paid off and he was able to swing around to the eastern side of the Keep without being noticed. Watching the skies, he quickly climbed the stone walls into the Garden Area. Slipping back into the shadows, he surveyed the area and the guard pattern before slipping into the Library. There seemed to be an archology class going on in the library, but it was little concern of his, kept the potential witnesses occupied as he did his job. He had picked up a few names from the maps in SI:7, and began combing the Census Archives, nabbing files and small tomes on related guilds, rosters and achievement records and stowing them away in his bag. Just as he was ready to finish up and head out he heard a tiny “Bark” from behind him. Spinning around he stood face to face with a tiny little pug that was looking dead at him. “SHHHHH” he tried to silence the dog, but it only yipped at him again, causing a guard to poke his head around the corner. “Shit…” Bliz thougt as he took a full step back. “SKWISH” He had been tiptoeing all over the keep, and as the back of his heel hit the ground, he realized his boots were still full of water from his recent swim. But that was a mental anguish for later, as the Guard too heard the wet squish and now was homing in on the Goblins location. “SHIT SHIT SHIT!” he screamed as he bolted around the corner of the Library into the Gardens, Guards, and Crossbow Bolts in HOT pursuit. He attempted to vanish, but they had their sights square on him, tricks were not going to help him escape….all except one! He could feel the arrows and bolts pierce his flesh, the shallow slashes of the guards behind him lashing out with their longswords and pikes. He ignored his pain, tunnel vision on the exit as he jammed his helm on for one last ditch attempt for freedom…. ONE DAY LATER--- Mai’kull sat in the Purple Parlor, high atop the spires of Dalaran sipping on a Glass of Aged Dalaran Red and snacking on a slice of Sour Goat Cheese. Alfred approached the Archmage and handed him a small package, noting that it had just come in via paper zeppelin. The mage thanked the Kirin-Tor Butler and tipped him several gold. As the Human walked away Mai’kull began to flip through the contents of the package… ‘Money well spent’ he thought to himself, as he grinned malevolently at the rosters in his hands. This would prove MOST useful in his future endeavors.
  14. A Grim Purpose The complete destruction of the Alliance is the goal towards which we strive. Though we are loyal to the Horde, we believe the Horde leaders are not always able to take the necessary steps to ensure its survival. Many who are allied under the banner of the Horde do not agree with our methods. But talk and half-measures are for the weak. It is through our hands that the Horde will become the dominant force on Azeroth and the world beyond. ~The Grim Inquisition Time: 1600 Hours Deep in the heart of the Swamp of Sorrows, Mai’kull beckons his steed along the path towards the now forgotten Horde outpost; Stonard. It was abandoned in the second war, but re-established during the Thrall era to maintain communications in the southern regions of the Eastern Kingdoms. Now people simply use it for quick transport to Karazhan, but it was its original purpose that he choose this location. One of the very first strongholds built by the horde upon their arrival to Azeroth, it was from here they lead some of the most devastating assaults of the First War…and with his help, it would be that again. As he reached the center of Stonard, he was able to evaluate its condition better. A Command Building, An Inn, A Suitable Forge, and a Flight Master. It was not pretty, but it was functional enough for his goals. A little work would be needed to ready it for the forces that were to come, but he had time for that. Dismounting, Mai’kull made his way into the command building, He could see two Sin’Dorei already inside. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry. I just can’t stand the thought of cured ham steak from Thultash again. If only we could get some of that succulent roasted quail!” Cersei Dusksinger stated to her companion before taking notice of the Forsaken. “Glory to the Sin’dorei” she stated, giving a small bow to Mai’kull. “Yes, Im looking for the commander of this outpost, if you please” Mai’kull stated in Thalassian, returning the respectful gesture. He could see the woman’s lip curl hearing her native tongue out of something so hideous, but did well to try and hide her disgust. “Ruag is upstairs…” she answered with a wave. Mai’kull nodded to Cersei and moved past to head up the winding staircase. “Commander Ruag” Mai’kull stated as he saluted the Dispatch commander. “Blood and Thunder! How may I help you Forsaken?” “Light the fires, withdraw your scouts and prepare your men…Stonard re-awakens tonight.” He stated proudly as he handed a sealed scroll to the commander. Curiously, the Orc took the scroll and began to read. His eyes widened with amazement as he looked from the scrolls to Mai’kull. “I wasn’t aware…” “Yes. The details of this assault have been kept close at heart until the proper time. With blessing from the Dark Lady, our forces shall arrive later this evening, I hope you can have the outpost ready.” “You bet your boney ass it will be ready! Ill prepare my men, we shall not let this opportunity go to waste! FOR THE HORDE!” Mai’kull once again bows before the commander “For Dark Lady Sylvanas!” Time: 1800 Hours Mai’kull perched himself atop the Command Building, giving him a full overview of the camp. He watched the Peons and Guards move about shuffling supplies about the Burrows. A few members of the battalion began to file in and check into the Inn, serving the camp before heading back off for final preparations. Thultazor was brewing cauldrons, and Thultash was preparing meat for grand feasts to sate the warriors that were inbound. Karakul was busy hanging more hammocks and setting throw pillows to accommodate the growing number of visitors, Hekkru busied himself cleaning and setting up cages for the Beast Masters companions. The forges in the back burned bright, giving the swamp a wave of warm air, as the Smiths readied their armaments for the battle ahead. Guild Heralds from all over were marching into the camp, The Banner of their respective Guilds who pledged their allegiance to the cause waving in the air as they carried their Guild Chests into the command building for storage. Stonard was alive with activity, and once again becoming the bastion of the Horde Offensive against the Alliance. Everything was falling into place… Time: 2000 Hours Mai’kull had spent many months working out the best way to fulfill the will of the Mandate. Fighting alliance on the battlegrounds about the world was not enough, nor was it going to bring peace. To truly live up to the mandate, he had to spread its will to the minds of others like him, to reach those unknowing or unwilling to face the reality in the world…that they were at war…and make them fight, so show them it was possible. To that end he sought out others who viewed the world as the Grim did, and brought with him the will of the mandate to their ears. And the acolytes of his call answered. Appearing at Stonard to stand with the Grim were members of many banners. The Dread Horde Coalition: Darthtooth Grin, Dark Clan of Fenris, Redwood Tribe, Thunderhoof Clan, and many many others who heard the call of battle stood ready. Mai’kull reveled at the sight of his work, uniting so many under his cause. A force well over 80 strong stood before him; Fed, Hydrated, Rested, and Warded for battle, he was finally ready to unleash the true Will of the Mandate. Mai’kull had exhausted an immeasurable amount of time and effort into this. Using his magic and engineering skills, he had infiltrated each major city one by one. Testing and exploiting every method of weakness within until he solidified the battle plans. For each city he had outlined infiltration, lockdown protocols, engagement rules, and an exit strategy. He did not rally this large of a force with hopes and dreams alone, but with cause and means to perform one of the greatest achievements of their time: FOR THE HORDE! Time: 2030 Deep in the halls leading to Old Ironforge, through a Ritual of Summoning the Battalion stood ready…. Quite…Patient…Eager to shed blood. This specific target was the vex on everyone’s mind, everyone who called the Magister mad for planning the assault for how defended a fortress Ironforge was. And now they stood but a few feet away from their target, the alliance forces none the wiser. This is what was going to make or break the Magisters reputation…should the Raid fail here, it would fall square on his shoulders. All the planning, calculations, and manipulation for nothing… The Battle Horn was blown, and the Raid advanced, directly into the High Seat where the Council of Three Hammers took residence. No one could have anticipated a force of that size and magnitude in the Heart of the City. The Guards were overwhelmed immediately. Per his instructions, a splinter group of the Battalion launched from the High Seat and headed straight for the Hall of Mysteries in the Mystic Ward. Should any Alliance in Dalaran catch wind of their assault and try to use the portals in Grayfang Enclave, they would be in for quite the surprise. Another small force was dispatched to keep eyes in the Deeprun Tram, incase forces attempted to assist from Stormwind. The strike was over far quicker than Mai’kull had anticipated. Just as his plans laid out, Moria fell first, followed by Felstad then Muradin. The Battalion stood in a moment of awe in the High Seat chambers as the bodies laid before them. They were not dead, but mortally wounded and in very bad shape. It would have been so easy to kill them, but that wouldn’t accomplish anything. A new Dwarven Council would be re-elected, and the cycle would continue. No…they would leave them alive, but just barley. To learn, To know their place…To FEAR the might of the Horde that would Overthrow the Council Banners of the attending Guilds were strewn all over the Chamber, Horde Battleflags blocked the entrance doors, even some Soldiers posing amidst the chaos with their S.E.L.F.I.E Cameras. Once pleasantries were completed, the Battalion slipped back into the tunnel from which it came, escaping back to Stonard using their Magisters Portals, leaving devastation in their wake. Time: 2045 The Battalion wasted no time readying the next strike. Adrenalin running through their veins, and the taste of fresh victory on their lips, they hungered to continue their conquest against the alliance. The next target was Darnassus. A warlock was already in place behind the Temple of the Moon. It was frankly the arrogance of the Kal’Dorei to not check their own backyard, for anyone who looked could have seen the force rising. A bit too eager, one half of the battalion began the initial assault into the temple, slaying the Nightelf sentries that stood in their way, and securing the portal zone within the temple. Another faction branched off, cutting a swath of destruction from the Temple of the Moon to the Temple Gardens, securing their exit. They had engaged Tyrande and her companion pet Dori’Thur before the rest of the combatants had completed the Summoning Ritual. But the Might of the Horde sandwiched the Kal’Dorei Priestess atop her own landing, proving once and for all she was Immortal No More. Once the stage was set for the arriving alliance to see the work they had done, the Battalion headed out into the Temple Gardens, utilizing the World Tree’s own transportation to bring them to Rut’theran Village. Clearing the meager port authorities was nothing as the Horde members waited patiently for the Ship that would lead them to Azuremyst Isle to arrive. Taking the ship, it took three port-calls to amass the Battalion at the base of the fallen Draenei Ship. This gave Mai’kull just the pace he needed to slow his warriors. Two targets down did not mean their job was done, and he did not need their heads to fill too quickly that mistakes would be made this close to the end. Their patience tempered the minds of the Battalion, and The Exodar was struck with shocking precision. Spiraling down into the Vault of Lights The Raiding parties knew their jobs. The Guards were dispatched quickly, as a splinter group of members crossed the Vault and secured the portal zone. Velen’s Battle masters were pulled from their posts and dealt with leaving the Dreanei Prophet all to himself, and the Battalion wasted no time Putting out the Light of the already broken people. Time: 2110 The Raiding Battalion regrouped in the Swamp of Sorrows Outpost one last time as they prepared to strike at their last Target…Stormwind City. Given the proximity of their target, some did not even wait for the Ritual of Summoning, but preferred to fly from Stonard to the Burning Steppes themselves, to wait on the adjacent mountain range behind Stormwind Keep. Once everyone was in place, the command was given, and the Wrath of the Horde descended upon the Human Capital. It was a two-pronged attack. Half of the Battalion flew in from the Courtyard, directly engaging the King and his forces in his own Throne room, while the second half entered from the Main Gate, clearing the Keep of any other guards who might get in the way. A small unit was dispatched to the Wizards Sanctum in the Magic Quarter to monitor traffic to and from their Portal Zone, but Mai’kull believed that to no longer be necessary. They wanted the Alliance to try and stop them… So too did the Child-King fall to the might of the Horde; proving once and for all that he, just like his father was unable to prevent the Might of the Horde from Storming Stormwind. Yet this was not the end, the Horde’s Mightiest Warriors wanted to cement their dominance over the arrogant pink-skinned fools, so they set out, on foot, out of the keep into the city itself. Anyone who got in their way was killed. They trampled through the Trade District slaughtering merchants and auctioneers, bankers and shop owners, leaving a burning scar of destruction in their path for any arriving Alliance to follow. Mai’kull could only revel in his success. Here he was, standing in the heart of the Alliance’s Power; He had no protective spells active, he sheathed his own blade, for at this moment Stormwind belonged to the Horde! A Final Gathering was called at the steps of the human’s holeyest of places. Unimpeded, the Horde positioned themselves, raised their banners and smiled for the cameras, cheering on cadence of victory and valor that echoed through every corner of the city. The Mandate’s will was done, and peace for a time was brought to all four corners of the Alliance’s holdings. Mai’kull was no fool, he knew it would not last. The Humans, Dwarves, Kal’Dorei and Dreanei would re-group, heal their wounded leaders and secure their homelands once again. But it was the message delivered that was the true goal. They did it…They won…And they could NOT be stopped. News of this would spread, angering the hippy alliance huggers within his own faction, but also sparking vigor in the hearts of those who thought it impossible. And that is who he would direct to the Grim Inquisition, to bring about a new wave of soldiers to fight for the mandate, their belief that peace can only be achieved through one way, and one way alone…. PEACE THROUGH ANNIHILATION!