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This Is Not The End (Warcraft Fanfic with alternate, hopefully smarter, Kel'Thuzad)
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Prologue
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The Warcraft franchise is Blizzard's property.
Author's note: feel free to give feedback, and I will edit accordingly.
Prologue:
He was an alchemist, specializing in healing salves and antidotes to various diseases. He would sell his potions and recipes for a modest price (enough to get by on, but not so much that the average citizen could not afford it).
She was a battlemage, specializing in frost magic. She worked for the Kirin Tor, guarding the city from attackers (typically the occasional gnoll tribe, easily repelled with a little hail), though she wanted to do more with her abilities. She did not wish for an enemy, but some part of her would have been more satisfied if there was one.
"How about an Elvish name? Perhaps name him after councillor Kael'Thas?"
"The idea is good, though I would rather the name be something unique, that he will not judge himself in relation to the Councillor, but by his own merits alone."
"A similar name, then? Perhaps... Kel'Thuzad?"
10 years later. 9 years before the portal opens.
His mother seemed calm enough now. Her sadness after the pox first claimed his father had mostly subsided, though she was still far more somber than before. Now seemed a reasonable time to ask.
"Mother, what is death?"
"Death is... simply the passage from our world to the next."
"Where is the next world? What is it like?"
She was silent for a moment.
"I... The Kirin Tor have discovered the most likely next world. They call it the Twisting Nether. They have seen into it, but they have not revealed what manner of a place it is."
"Why? Is it a bad place? Can they bring Father back?"
"To resurrect the dead is necromancy. It is a forbidden magic, and a dark one."
"Why? What's wrong with wanting Father back?"
Silence again.
"Many laws created by the Kirin Tor depend upon secrets that they have not revealed. Only by joining them can you learn what they and they alone know."
He decided now: when he grew up, he would become a member of the Kirin Tor, he would find out what sort of a place it was like, and if it was a bad place, he would do all he could to bring Father and everyone else who ever died back.
Author's note: feel free to give feedback, and I will edit accordingly.
Prologue:
He was an alchemist, specializing in healing salves and antidotes to various diseases. He would sell his potions and recipes for a modest price (enough to get by on, but not so much that the average citizen could not afford it).
She was a battlemage, specializing in frost magic. She worked for the Kirin Tor, guarding the city from attackers (typically the occasional gnoll tribe, easily repelled with a little hail), though she wanted to do more with her abilities. She did not wish for an enemy, but some part of her would have been more satisfied if there was one.
"How about an Elvish name? Perhaps name him after councillor Kael'Thas?"
"The idea is good, though I would rather the name be something unique, that he will not judge himself in relation to the Councillor, but by his own merits alone."
"A similar name, then? Perhaps... Kel'Thuzad?"
10 years later. 9 years before the portal opens.
His mother seemed calm enough now. Her sadness after the pox first claimed his father had mostly subsided, though she was still far more somber than before. Now seemed a reasonable time to ask.
"Mother, what is death?"
"Death is... simply the passage from our world to the next."
"Where is the next world? What is it like?"
She was silent for a moment.
"I... The Kirin Tor have discovered the most likely next world. They call it the Twisting Nether. They have seen into it, but they have not revealed what manner of a place it is."
"Why? Is it a bad place? Can they bring Father back?"
"To resurrect the dead is necromancy. It is a forbidden magic, and a dark one."
"Why? What's wrong with wanting Father back?"
Silence again.
"Many laws created by the Kirin Tor depend upon secrets that they have not revealed. Only by joining them can you learn what they and they alone know."
He decided now: when he grew up, he would become a member of the Kirin Tor, he would find out what sort of a place it was like, and if it was a bad place, he would do all he could to bring Father and everyone else who ever died back.
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Dragonjackel
GOLDEN Judgement
- Location
- Gregory House
I'm a sucker for warcraft. Watched.
Scholar of Time
Master of Lurking
- Location
- Born of Sands, Raised in Shadow
The stage is set, the actors gathering in the wings....now is the time for great deeds of imagination, with much potential in the offing. Watched, most definitely.
Chapter 1
- Location
- California
Chapter 1: To Walk The Lonely Path
9 years later. The year the portal opens.
Twenty-three. Twenty-four.
The rat in my right hand is as cold as salted ice. The rat is so cold it burns.
Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven.
The cluster of arcane energy at the center of the left-hand rat had disappeared. It had died.
The rat's blood will freeze.
Kel'Thuzad's hand wrote the number down. He scarcely noticed it now, as his thoughts were filled with cold.
The rat will make my hand numb and the rest of me burn with the cold. That rat is the incarnation of cold itself. The rat's presence will cover the room's walls and furniture with frost. The rat will freeze my sweat.
The other rat's mana had also disappeared now. The sand in the hourglass was at fifty-one. Kel'thuzad collapsed into the chair, exhausted, his own mana almost entirely spent. He looked over the numbers. The lowest lifespan difference between the two rats was three seconds (likely because that time he lost concentration and let the colder rat warm up). The idea itself still seemed sound, though. Hopefully, cooling a person's blood would stave off death as well as a rat's, giving time for a healer to arrive. But that was an experiment for another time, after the Kirin Tor had looked over this one. Satisfied with his result, Kel'Thuzad, exhausted but filled with anticipation, reached into his pouch and withdrew a bundle of scrolls.
Most people at the moment were probably discussing the year's newly released Kirin Tor scrolls with their friends, dissecting each Kirin Tor candidate's statement and advising one another in their rankings (sometimes without being asked). He had already collected the scrolls this morning. Now, he placed them onto his mentor's spare desk and began reading.
The year's scrolls were fairly standard: it was largely the same mages as last year running, and those candidates that had lost due to flawed reasoning had not changed their minds on their positions or the arguments by which they had arrived to their conclusions. Most had merely rewritten their previous arguments in a way to hide the flaws still present in them. The new candidates' positions, however, were more interesting…
Interlude At The Portal:
"No, Gul'Dan. You must not do this. Your demon allies will betray you after you conquer this new world. They will not give you godlike powers, for then you would no longer have a need to serve them."
"I am no fool! You wish to keep this power from me and claim it for yourself, Ner'Zhul, but I will not be denied!"
"Judge my words, and not their speaker. Do you truly think that the demons can be trusted?"
"I have already proven useful to them. I have aided them in exterminating the Exiles on this world, and have given the demons almost total influence over the clans."
"And if you cease to be useful? What then?"
"Then the demons will have already won."
9 years later. The year the portal opens.
Twenty-three. Twenty-four.
The rat in my right hand is as cold as salted ice. The rat is so cold it burns.
Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven.
The cluster of arcane energy at the center of the left-hand rat had disappeared. It had died.
The rat's blood will freeze.
Kel'Thuzad's hand wrote the number down. He scarcely noticed it now, as his thoughts were filled with cold.
The rat will make my hand numb and the rest of me burn with the cold. That rat is the incarnation of cold itself. The rat's presence will cover the room's walls and furniture with frost. The rat will freeze my sweat.
The other rat's mana had also disappeared now. The sand in the hourglass was at fifty-one. Kel'thuzad collapsed into the chair, exhausted, his own mana almost entirely spent. He looked over the numbers. The lowest lifespan difference between the two rats was three seconds (likely because that time he lost concentration and let the colder rat warm up). The idea itself still seemed sound, though. Hopefully, cooling a person's blood would stave off death as well as a rat's, giving time for a healer to arrive. But that was an experiment for another time, after the Kirin Tor had looked over this one. Satisfied with his result, Kel'Thuzad, exhausted but filled with anticipation, reached into his pouch and withdrew a bundle of scrolls.
Most people at the moment were probably discussing the year's newly released Kirin Tor scrolls with their friends, dissecting each Kirin Tor candidate's statement and advising one another in their rankings (sometimes without being asked). He had already collected the scrolls this morning. Now, he placed them onto his mentor's spare desk and began reading.
The year's scrolls were fairly standard: it was largely the same mages as last year running, and those candidates that had lost due to flawed reasoning had not changed their minds on their positions or the arguments by which they had arrived to their conclusions. Most had merely rewritten their previous arguments in a way to hide the flaws still present in them. The new candidates' positions, however, were more interesting…
Interlude At The Portal:
"No, Gul'Dan. You must not do this. Your demon allies will betray you after you conquer this new world. They will not give you godlike powers, for then you would no longer have a need to serve them."
"I am no fool! You wish to keep this power from me and claim it for yourself, Ner'Zhul, but I will not be denied!"
"Judge my words, and not their speaker. Do you truly think that the demons can be trusted?"
"I have already proven useful to them. I have aided them in exterminating the Exiles on this world, and have given the demons almost total influence over the clans."
"And if you cease to be useful? What then?"
"Then the demons will have already won."
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- Location
- Mountains and rivers
burn
them."
Can you remove the [COLOR] tags in the BBcode editor? Mark the text in chapter 1 and press None in Text Color—you can remove the tags in BBcode editor if this doesn't work. The white text is somewhat distracting.
Seems pretty interesting.
Say, what's up with the prologue's formatting? Chapter 1 has it while the first doesn't.
The Warcraft franchise is Blizzard's property.
Author's note: feel free to give feedback, and I will edit accordingly.
Prologue:
He was an alchemist, specializing in healing salves and antidotes to various diseases. He would sell his potions and recipes for a modest price—enough to get by on, but not so much that the average citizen could not afford it.
She was a battlemage, specializing in frost magic. She worked for the Kirin Tor, guarding the city from attackers—typically the occasional gnoll tribe, easily repelled with a little hail—though she wanted to do more with her abilities. She did not wish for an enemy, but some part of her would have been more satisfied if there was one.
——————
"How about an Elvish name? Perhaps name him after councillor Kael'Thas?"
"The idea is good, though I would rather the name be something unique, that he will not judge himself in relation to the Councillor, but by his own merits alone."
"A similar name, then? Perhaps… Kel'Thuzad?"
——————
10 years later. 9 years before the portal opens.
His mother seemed calm enough now. Her sadness after the pox first claimed his father had mostly subsided, though she was still far more somber than before. Now seemed a reasonable time to ask.
"Mother, what is death?"
"Death is… simply the passage from our world to the next."
"Where is the next world? What is it like?"
She was silent for a moment.
"I—the Kirin Tor have discovered the most likely next world. They call it the Twisting Nether. They have seen into it, but they have not revealed what manner of a place it is."
"Why? Is it a bad place? Can they bring Father back?"
"To resurrect the dead is necromancy. It is a forbidden magic, and a dark one."
"Why? What's wrong with wanting Father back?"
Silence again.
"Many laws created by the Kirin Tor depend upon secrets that they have not revealed. Only by joining them can you learn what they and they alone know."
He decided now: when he grew up, he would become a member of the Kirin Tor, he would find out what sort of a place it was like, and if it was a bad place, he would do all he could to bring Father and everyone else who ever died back.
Author's note: feel free to give feedback, and I will edit accordingly.
Prologue:
He was an alchemist, specializing in healing salves and antidotes to various diseases. He would sell his potions and recipes for a modest price—enough to get by on, but not so much that the average citizen could not afford it.
She was a battlemage, specializing in frost magic. She worked for the Kirin Tor, guarding the city from attackers—typically the occasional gnoll tribe, easily repelled with a little hail—though she wanted to do more with her abilities. She did not wish for an enemy, but some part of her would have been more satisfied if there was one.
——————
"How about an Elvish name? Perhaps name him after councillor Kael'Thas?"
"The idea is good, though I would rather the name be something unique, that he will not judge himself in relation to the Councillor, but by his own merits alone."
"A similar name, then? Perhaps… Kel'Thuzad?"
——————
10 years later. 9 years before the portal opens.
His mother seemed calm enough now. Her sadness after the pox first claimed his father had mostly subsided, though she was still far more somber than before. Now seemed a reasonable time to ask.
"Mother, what is death?"
"Death is… simply the passage from our world to the next."
"Where is the next world? What is it like?"
She was silent for a moment.
"I—the Kirin Tor have discovered the most likely next world. They call it the Twisting Nether. They have seen into it, but they have not revealed what manner of a place it is."
"Why? Is it a bad place? Can they bring Father back?"
"To resurrect the dead is necromancy. It is a forbidden magic, and a dark one."
"Why? What's wrong with wanting Father back?"
Silence again.
"Many laws created by the Kirin Tor depend upon secrets that they have not revealed. Only by joining them can you learn what they and they alone know."
He decided now: when he grew up, he would become a member of the Kirin Tor, he would find out what sort of a place it was like, and if it was a bad place, he would do all he could to bring Father and everyone else who ever died back.
When his mother says " 'I—the Kirin Tor," it can be an ellipsis instead of an em dash. Seems more like she trailed off while talking rather than abruptly cutting herself off. Still a matter of how you prefer it.
Em dashes have either no space or space on both sides—definitely not on just one side.
You can change the "——————" to—
Code:
[hr][/hr]Watch:
Just make sure to not put any text between the two or everything below will disappear. I think. Been a while since I stumbled onto that.
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- Location
- California
Thank you, hopefully I fixed that stuff. Main problem was I copied Chapter 1 in from Google Docs while the prologue was typed directly into SV.
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
Missed this one, btw.
This has a bunch of code:
Code:
[color=#ffffff][size=16px]
[/size]Yeah, it doesn't play well with formatting from other sources.
Devised measure:
- Write the BBcode you need in your word processor.
- Copy it over to the box while Use BB Code Editor is active.
- Voila, you now have a formatted chapter.
For example, copying stuff from Word? It gives you extra spacing between paragraphs. Annoying to get rid of it.
The BB Code editor doesn't have that issue.
Still, there exists a different solution. One a bit more outside the box.
Edit your keyboard settings.
Needless to say, there already exists one you can download: Typography Keyboard Layout: Download Now! – Smashing Magazine
It's based on an US-en QWERTY keyboard, so keep that in mind. Still a good reference point. ^_^
Chapter 3
- Location
- California
[I know it's been a REALLY long time. Sorry.]
Chapter 3: We Finally Meet
5 years after the Portal opened.
He had finished writing his scroll a week in advance, but, the day before submission, there was still an entire section to add. The arrival of the human refugees from the west yesterday was a topic that had to be mentioned, and even more so was the existence of the Orcs, and strategies to deal with them.
"I propose a cooperative defense effort: In the event that hostile Orcs are detected in the east, Dalaran will fully lend its army to protect itself and its fellow nations from Orc conquest, and request that all other nations do the same, due to the immense power and bloodthirst that the Azerothians ascribe to the Orcs." he wrote. "An insufficient defense may result in many more lives lost than necessary, and possibly the fall of multiple nations to the Orcs. Additionally, Orc remains brought by the refugees should be studied, in order to better understand this new race."
1 month later. The Violet Citadel.
He shuddered with anticipation. He and the other candidates stood in the vast room, waiting as the votes were counted. An official entered the room.
"Luka Geartwist has been eliminated."
A candidate exited the room, as the official returned to the counting room. Kel'Thuzad continued to wait.
. . .
"Vathen Moonwalker has been eliminated. This is the last elimination. All remaining are now members of the Kirin Tor, and are permitted in the Senate section of the Grand Library."
This was it. Years of research and study, and now he would finally know the secrets of the Kirin Tor. He would learn of the Twisting Nether, and what lies after death. But most of all, he now had the power to shape Dalaran's future, and hopefully that of all races and nations, for the better.
ON SOULS, AND THE TWISTING NETHER:
The soul is a construct of mana attached to a body, via the brain. Souls serve as the sole element that causes a body to be considered alive, and the severing of a soul from its body cannot be undone by any means short of necromancy. Upon being severed from its host body, an unmodified soul will collapse into the Twisting Nether. This may be due to the status of the Twisting Nether as a large mana reservoir, or possibly an existing connection between souls and the Nether. Most of the Twisting Nether is controlled by demons, though Ethereal groups also control a significant portion (see map opposite).
...
ON DEMONS, AND THE BURNING LEGION:
Demons consist of those races that are members of the Burning Legion, an army that appears to be dedicated to the extinction of all non-demon life, and are typically hostile to all non-demons they encounter. Most demons reside in the Twisting Nether-
What.
And they just let this go on.
Maybe demons don't destroy souls in the Twisting Nether-
Demons have been observed in combat with Ethereals within the Nether. They appear to have the capacity to destroy souls, and do so indiscriminately to all non-demons encountered.
Then why is necromancy forbidden? Surely there are those who wish to rescue these souls from total destruction?
...
ON THE DARK ART, NECROMANCY:
(Note: this chapter concerns the magic of raising the dead. For other magic typically practiced by necromancers, see "ON PLAGUE MAGIC".)
Necromancy is mainly practiced by demons, though non-demons can practice it as well. Thus, the source of necromancy is demonic in nature, leading to its classification as a dark magic. Corpses reanimated via necromancy can be in various states of decay...
Just because the demons discovered it first does not mean the magic strengthens them! In fact, they likely discovered it first due to the proximity to the Nether. He would bring this up at the next meeting of the Kirin Tor. Something had to be done!
Chapter 3: We Finally Meet
5 years after the Portal opened.
He had finished writing his scroll a week in advance, but, the day before submission, there was still an entire section to add. The arrival of the human refugees from the west yesterday was a topic that had to be mentioned, and even more so was the existence of the Orcs, and strategies to deal with them.
"I propose a cooperative defense effort: In the event that hostile Orcs are detected in the east, Dalaran will fully lend its army to protect itself and its fellow nations from Orc conquest, and request that all other nations do the same, due to the immense power and bloodthirst that the Azerothians ascribe to the Orcs." he wrote. "An insufficient defense may result in many more lives lost than necessary, and possibly the fall of multiple nations to the Orcs. Additionally, Orc remains brought by the refugees should be studied, in order to better understand this new race."
1 month later. The Violet Citadel.
He shuddered with anticipation. He and the other candidates stood in the vast room, waiting as the votes were counted. An official entered the room.
"Luka Geartwist has been eliminated."
A candidate exited the room, as the official returned to the counting room. Kel'Thuzad continued to wait.
. . .
"Vathen Moonwalker has been eliminated. This is the last elimination. All remaining are now members of the Kirin Tor, and are permitted in the Senate section of the Grand Library."
This was it. Years of research and study, and now he would finally know the secrets of the Kirin Tor. He would learn of the Twisting Nether, and what lies after death. But most of all, he now had the power to shape Dalaran's future, and hopefully that of all races and nations, for the better.
ON SOULS, AND THE TWISTING NETHER:
The soul is a construct of mana attached to a body, via the brain. Souls serve as the sole element that causes a body to be considered alive, and the severing of a soul from its body cannot be undone by any means short of necromancy. Upon being severed from its host body, an unmodified soul will collapse into the Twisting Nether. This may be due to the status of the Twisting Nether as a large mana reservoir, or possibly an existing connection between souls and the Nether. Most of the Twisting Nether is controlled by demons, though Ethereal groups also control a significant portion (see map opposite).
...
ON DEMONS, AND THE BURNING LEGION:
Demons consist of those races that are members of the Burning Legion, an army that appears to be dedicated to the extinction of all non-demon life, and are typically hostile to all non-demons they encounter. Most demons reside in the Twisting Nether-
What.
And they just let this go on.
Maybe demons don't destroy souls in the Twisting Nether-
Demons have been observed in combat with Ethereals within the Nether. They appear to have the capacity to destroy souls, and do so indiscriminately to all non-demons encountered.
Then why is necromancy forbidden? Surely there are those who wish to rescue these souls from total destruction?
...
ON THE DARK ART, NECROMANCY:
(Note: this chapter concerns the magic of raising the dead. For other magic typically practiced by necromancers, see "ON PLAGUE MAGIC".)
Necromancy is mainly practiced by demons, though non-demons can practice it as well. Thus, the source of necromancy is demonic in nature, leading to its classification as a dark magic. Corpses reanimated via necromancy can be in various states of decay...
Just because the demons discovered it first does not mean the magic strengthens them! In fact, they likely discovered it first due to the proximity to the Nether. He would bring this up at the next meeting of the Kirin Tor. Something had to be done!
Chapter 4
- Location
- California
[It has been a long time since my last post, what with a hard spring semester. I guess this counts as necromancy. Heh.]
Chapter 4: There Will Be No Escape
Three days later. The Kirin Tor are in session.
Kel'Thuzad had made his proposal and explained the reasoning for it. Many members showed intent to speak, but Antonidas, the Councillor presiding over this session, took precedence.
"Many of those newly admitted to the Kirin Tor, upon learning that which was once restricted, assert that they have found solutions to current problems that have been overlooked. These solutions are almost always flawed, either based on a false assumption, or overlooking some important detail. In this case, Kel'Thuzad, you have not accounted for the nature of dark magic. Virtually every practitioner of magic such as this, that originates from demons, either turns to evil, is coerced or manipulated into serving the Burning Legion, or dies as a result of this magic. I trust you do not wish to have such a fate?"
Kel'Thuzad had known someone would make this objection.
"These are risks I am willing to take. If I make any significant progress at all toward ending death, it will have been worth my life. As for the danger it might pose to others, I shall conduct my research in Northrend, Isolated from anyone I would have otherwise harmed. I agree to be monitored by the Council, and to cease my research if it becomes a danger to others. And of course any information on this experiment shall be restricted to the Kirin Tor."
"Your concern is well-placed, though I continue to question your judgement. Freeing all who live from their oblivion is a noble goal, but an overreaching one, and certainly not one worth the practicing of dark magic. I fear you shall be yet another victim, even if you prevent the corruption of such magic from spreading."
"If that will happen, then so be it. Better for me to die alone in the northern wastes for a chance at the end of all death than to do absolutely nothing!"
Discussion continued for a few hours. The proposal passed by a narrow margin, on the condition that it would be re-evaluated monthly by the Kirin Tor and the Council of Six.
Not the best outcome, but still feasible. Certainly better than attempting this without approval and likely being exiled for it.
Chapter 4: There Will Be No Escape
Three days later. The Kirin Tor are in session.
Kel'Thuzad had made his proposal and explained the reasoning for it. Many members showed intent to speak, but Antonidas, the Councillor presiding over this session, took precedence.
"Many of those newly admitted to the Kirin Tor, upon learning that which was once restricted, assert that they have found solutions to current problems that have been overlooked. These solutions are almost always flawed, either based on a false assumption, or overlooking some important detail. In this case, Kel'Thuzad, you have not accounted for the nature of dark magic. Virtually every practitioner of magic such as this, that originates from demons, either turns to evil, is coerced or manipulated into serving the Burning Legion, or dies as a result of this magic. I trust you do not wish to have such a fate?"
Kel'Thuzad had known someone would make this objection.
"These are risks I am willing to take. If I make any significant progress at all toward ending death, it will have been worth my life. As for the danger it might pose to others, I shall conduct my research in Northrend, Isolated from anyone I would have otherwise harmed. I agree to be monitored by the Council, and to cease my research if it becomes a danger to others. And of course any information on this experiment shall be restricted to the Kirin Tor."
"Your concern is well-placed, though I continue to question your judgement. Freeing all who live from their oblivion is a noble goal, but an overreaching one, and certainly not one worth the practicing of dark magic. I fear you shall be yet another victim, even if you prevent the corruption of such magic from spreading."
"If that will happen, then so be it. Better for me to die alone in the northern wastes for a chance at the end of all death than to do absolutely nothing!"
Discussion continued for a few hours. The proposal passed by a narrow margin, on the condition that it would be re-evaluated monthly by the Kirin Tor and the Council of Six.
Not the best outcome, but still feasible. Certainly better than attempting this without approval and likely being exiled for it.
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Chapter 5
- Location
- California
[long periods between posts are looooong. Sorry.]
Interlude Within The Nether:
8 years after the portal opened.
Ner'Zhul had destroyed all of Draenor in leaving it. Millions of Orcs, dead by his hand.
"YOU DO NOT CARE. THEY DO NOT MATTER."
He did not care. None of them mattered.
"YOU SHALL REIGN SUPREME, AND CONQUER ENTIRE WORLDS."
He would reign supreme, and conquer entire worlds.
"AND YOU SHALL DO SO IN OUR NAME."
And he would-
Instead of a new world, the portal had taken him and the Shadow Council into what he recognized as the Twisting Nether. Before them stood an Eredar Ner'Zhul knew all too well.
"YOUR FORMER APPRENTICE SERVED US WELL, AND HIS SKULL IS A SUITABLE VESSEL EVEN IN DEATH. THROUGH HIS SKULL, WE HAVE GUIDED YOU HERE. WE SHALL GIVE YOU MORE POWER THAN YOU HAVE EVER TASTED. YOU SHALL PREPARE WORLDS FOR OUR COMING THROUGH CONQUEST. YOU SHALL KNOW THE GREATEST OF NECROMANCIES. YOU SHALL REIGN SUPREME ON EACH WORLD, AS WE HAVE PROMISED. YOU SHALL RECRUIT POWERFUL SERVANTS TO OUR AID. YOU SHALL BECOME THE LICH KING."
...he would become the Lich King. Such power could be bent to his own ends, and perhaps he would someday surpass the Burning Legion itself.
3 months later...
Chapter 5: Obey The Call
Kel'Thuzad had a seat on the Council of Six, and was widely admired for his research into medically applied magic, as well as his influence in reconciliation with the Orcs, some of whom had even become citizens of Dalaran (though under close watch). He had managed to devise a theoretical reanimation spell, and had managed to reanimate a dead rat for three seconds, The slow pace of his project on necromancy, and the complete absence of any demonic influence, had led to its continuation. Though the war had claimed many lives, it had not been as horrible as Kel'Thuzad had anticipated it to be.
Amid such success, I should be happy. Why, then, am I not?
It is the solitude of Northrend. Many Kirin Tor members have told me that I should not spend half my days in the frozen wastes, and the rest over scrolls and in Kirin Tor sessions. I must spend more time in the company of others.
An assistant perhaps? No, what I seem to lack is more than that.
Though he knew it would solve nothing, he tossed a coin into the fountain.
I wish someone would come along and just give me a big, long hug.
"Greetings, Kel'Thuzad of Dalaran."
Interlude Within The Nether:
8 years after the portal opened.
Ner'Zhul had destroyed all of Draenor in leaving it. Millions of Orcs, dead by his hand.
"YOU DO NOT CARE. THEY DO NOT MATTER."
He did not care. None of them mattered.
"YOU SHALL REIGN SUPREME, AND CONQUER ENTIRE WORLDS."
He would reign supreme, and conquer entire worlds.
"AND YOU SHALL DO SO IN OUR NAME."
And he would-
Instead of a new world, the portal had taken him and the Shadow Council into what he recognized as the Twisting Nether. Before them stood an Eredar Ner'Zhul knew all too well.
"YOUR FORMER APPRENTICE SERVED US WELL, AND HIS SKULL IS A SUITABLE VESSEL EVEN IN DEATH. THROUGH HIS SKULL, WE HAVE GUIDED YOU HERE. WE SHALL GIVE YOU MORE POWER THAN YOU HAVE EVER TASTED. YOU SHALL PREPARE WORLDS FOR OUR COMING THROUGH CONQUEST. YOU SHALL KNOW THE GREATEST OF NECROMANCIES. YOU SHALL REIGN SUPREME ON EACH WORLD, AS WE HAVE PROMISED. YOU SHALL RECRUIT POWERFUL SERVANTS TO OUR AID. YOU SHALL BECOME THE LICH KING."
...he would become the Lich King. Such power could be bent to his own ends, and perhaps he would someday surpass the Burning Legion itself.
3 months later...
Chapter 5: Obey The Call
Kel'Thuzad had a seat on the Council of Six, and was widely admired for his research into medically applied magic, as well as his influence in reconciliation with the Orcs, some of whom had even become citizens of Dalaran (though under close watch). He had managed to devise a theoretical reanimation spell, and had managed to reanimate a dead rat for three seconds, The slow pace of his project on necromancy, and the complete absence of any demonic influence, had led to its continuation. Though the war had claimed many lives, it had not been as horrible as Kel'Thuzad had anticipated it to be.
Amid such success, I should be happy. Why, then, am I not?
It is the solitude of Northrend. Many Kirin Tor members have told me that I should not spend half my days in the frozen wastes, and the rest over scrolls and in Kirin Tor sessions. I must spend more time in the company of others.
An assistant perhaps? No, what I seem to lack is more than that.
Though he knew it would solve nothing, he tossed a coin into the fountain.
I wish someone would come along and just give me a big, long hug.
"Greetings, Kel'Thuzad of Dalaran."
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- Location
- Tampere
Keep going, I need to know if he get's one
Hopefully face tentacles aren't involved. Also imagining an army of undead moaning,"We just want to hug youuuu~"
- Location
- United Kingdom
Naaru maybe?
Chapter 6
- Location
- California
[Previous chapter references Kel'Thuzad's Coin: Kel'Thuzad's Gold Coin ]
CHapter 6: Unknown Ally
"Wh- who was that?"
Kel'Thuzad looked around, but saw no one.
"There is no need to search for me. You will not find me. I am speaking to you directly through your mind. "
"Who are you? Why are you contacting me? How is it that you know my name and my actions?"
"I am a necromancer of Northrend. I have noticed your visits and your interest in the subject, and have been tracking you for some time. I have noticed you wishing for a friend, and this has led me to make myself known to you. My necromancy, and magic in general, has progressed rather farther than yours, and I would be pleased to guide your progress as well."
Yes! This is...
Oh no.
This is quite possibly a demon.
"I am no demon, though I expect you would wish to see some support of this claim. Know, then, that I am an orc. I can demonstrate knowledge of the orc language, and it is likely that some orcs in New Draenor may confirm my identity. This would at least imply that if I were a demon, I would have unusual amounts of knowledge about orcs."
He can even sense my thoughts. I must report this to the Kirin Tor at once, and discontinue my research for my own safety, or at least work through a proxy.
"I find your fear to be ill-founded, but do as you wish. "
CHapter 6: Unknown Ally
"Wh- who was that?"
Kel'Thuzad looked around, but saw no one.
"There is no need to search for me. You will not find me. I am speaking to you directly through your mind. "
"Who are you? Why are you contacting me? How is it that you know my name and my actions?"
"I am a necromancer of Northrend. I have noticed your visits and your interest in the subject, and have been tracking you for some time. I have noticed you wishing for a friend, and this has led me to make myself known to you. My necromancy, and magic in general, has progressed rather farther than yours, and I would be pleased to guide your progress as well."
Yes! This is...
Oh no.
This is quite possibly a demon.
"I am no demon, though I expect you would wish to see some support of this claim. Know, then, that I am an orc. I can demonstrate knowledge of the orc language, and it is likely that some orcs in New Draenor may confirm my identity. This would at least imply that if I were a demon, I would have unusual amounts of knowledge about orcs."
He can even sense my thoughts. I must report this to the Kirin Tor at once, and discontinue my research for my own safety, or at least work through a proxy.
"I find your fear to be ill-founded, but do as you wish. "
