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Character:
Scourgelord William Morec
Location: Mord'rethar, Icecrown Glacier
Class: Death Knight
Race: Human
Description:
Once a noble paladin of Lordaeron, William Morec was slain by a Scourge necromancer and then raised into undeath as a death knight in the necromancer's service. He spent many years serving the necromancer, but after an extended series of events ended in the death of that necromancer and the freeing of Morec's mind from his grasp the former-paladin fully sided with the Scourge. He traveled to Northrend where the Lich King granted him the title of Scourgelord for his loyalty and gave him the charge of eliminating all living from Northrend.
Now the Lich King is dead, and Morec has thrown his lot in with the necromancer Heigan - a situation he is familiar with, although now he has retained his free will and may be powerful enough to be the necromancer's equal. Although his unholy powers have grown considerably weaker with the Lich King's death he is still a powerful swordsman, and both his frost wyrm mount - Umbragos - and his runeblade - Bloodfester - continue to serve him well. He wears red Scourgelord armor and stands at about 6'7'', he is skilled in all the arts of death knights equally and greatly. The bloodstone in his runeblade allows him to draw the blood of other races into it, and in doing so his power increases.
Morec looked out towards the mountain that had blocked his view of the Vile Hold. He did nothing but stare at it, stare and think. Think about how this had come to be. The Scourge splintered into factions that warred amongst themselves instead of crushing their enemies. It was an unfortunate set of events, one that could have been completely prevented, but there was little that could be done about that now. After a few more minutes he turned and headed back for the interior of Mord'rethar, Umbragos walking by his side as the lesser Scourge parted to get out of their way.
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Morec0
Character:
Scourgelord William Morec
Location: Mord'rethar, Icecrown Glacier
"Don't presume that simply because I agreed to fight alongside your army I will simply let you order me around, Heigan," Morec yelled back at the Necromancer. "During the Lich King's reign
I
was
your
superior, and even with my powers drained I am still clearly your
equal
. You will address me as such.
"And while I am inclined to agree that he has been gaining far too much favor amongst the death knight, I disaggree that brute is the best option. I suggest we gather whatever assassins are within our forces and send them into Gundrak to learn of what the Colonel is planning." The fact that Druzak continued to reffer to himself as a Colonel despite the fact he was the ruler of an entire army struck Morec as odd, but he did not think too much of it other wise. "Once we know what they're planning we'll be able to better decide
if
focusing our attacks on their forces is best."
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Name:
Narathos the Caller
Race:
Blood Elf
Class:
Necromancer
Description:
Narathos the Caller was once know as Narathos Flamefury, a talented mage in the service of the great city of Silvermoon. After the fall of the Sunwell, Narathos was one of the few who made their way to the North and pledged their loyalty to the Frozen Throne. After that he was trained to the dark arts of necromancy and he rose in the ranks of the Cult of the Damned, partly due to his great hunger for more power and knowledge. In Northrend, Narathos was one of the overseers in the operations of raising Frost Wyrms in Icecrown.
Narathos is about 5' 10'' tall and slim. His hair is black and skin very pale. He wears a black, hooded robe and carries a saronite staff that has a skull-like top piece.
In the events following Arthas' and Bolvars deaths, Narathos joined with Buruun the Grim as he considered siding himself with the Legion at the same time, which suited well for his future plans.
Location:
Naxxanar, Borean Tundra
Narathos watched over the Temple City of En'kilah. Reports had been coming in about attacks againts their forward lines at Sholazar Basin.
The blood elf scrathed his chin before turning around to face his two skeletal bodyguards. With a quick flick of a hand, Narathos threw a bolt of shadow energy at the other one causing it to fly back a meter or two and break down into a pile of bones.
- "
I wish there was a way of making these more durable"
, the necromancer thought as he casted another spell, that caused the bones to reassemble themselves. When the skeletal warrior was standing again, it simply picked up it's equipment and stood in attention once again.
With a sigh, Narathos walked past the guards and into the dark halls of the necropolis.
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Morec0
Character:
Scourgelord William Morec
Location: Mord'rethar, Icecrown Glacier
"Which is why we'll be keeping an eye on him," Morec said, crossing his arms. "By having spies watch him closely we'll be able to know his every militaristic move and counter it with ease. Simply going against him head on will weaken both of our forces more than nessesacry, giving Buruun and Fjilikaas the advantage they need to wipe us both out."
The Scourgelord shook his head. "Your a powerful leader, Heigan, but you have two critical flaws; you are overly optimistic and you think like an ogre.
You
handle the political scene, necromancer,
I
will make sure we win this war and then conqure Azeroth."
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Krutos
((Sabitha, please do note that Evgeni is controlling the four "leaders".))
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Behelich
Character
:
Baron Alaric Dalson
Location
: Mord'rethar, Icecrown Glacier
Class
: Death Knight
Race
: Human
Alaric's parents died when he was still young and he was raised by his distant relative, Harold Dalson in his farm. When the Plague of Undeath came to Lordaeron, Alaric immediately joined the army and was placed under Marwyn's command. He fought through all the majority of the campaign, including the Culling of Stratholme that he willingly took part in, fervently believing in his prince's actions and following his orders with almost religious zeal. Alaric did not hesitate a second when he learned about Arthas's expedition to the North, and continued his service to his prince. However, he was greatly distressed by the events of the War, and perhaps the only thing that kept him away from madness was unshakeable belief in his commanders. It backfired horribly on him later, after Mal'Ganis's eventual defeat and Arthas's succumbing to the whispers of Frostmourne. He could only stand, not even horrified but confused, when Marwyn pierced his heart with the words, "Because the prince wishes so."
After Alaric's resurrection, Arthas recognised the dark potential that was buried inside him. Dalson was ascended into baronhood and granted the lands immediately surrounding Dalson's Farm, which he took for granted seeing as his adoptive father had no living heir except from him. As a death knight of the Scourge, the Baron led the troops, in his forever cold heart still fighting for Lordaeron and for his prince.
When the Lich King's demise came, the Baron found himself questioning his existence. After wandering aimlessly for several days he eventually joined Heigan the Unclean's cause, if only because he had nowhere else to go.
The Baron wears the set of armor Furios Gladiator's Desecration was modeled after, accompanied by an acid green tabard with a skull. His weapon of choice is a massive two-handed maul he wields both two-handed and one-handed, defying the laws of physics through sheer unholy power coursing through his veins. Accompanying him are a large silvery white gargoyle Diamondback and a skeletal charger imbued with an ability to carry him into the skies.
The Baron's gaze wandered between the Scourgelord and the Necromancer, his hand resting on Diamondback's ugly head. He could only hope that the senseless bickering between the two came to its end soon, so that either of the two sent him to fulfill his purpose - fight for their cause, spearheading the lesser undead's relentless assault. He could have probably partake in the discussion, but Alaric knew he was but a field commander, and so he waited.
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Krutos
((Understand))
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818479
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Post by
Behelich
Character
:
Baron Alaric Dalson
Location
: Mord'rethar, Icecrown Glacier
The Baron stepped forward the moment Heigan retreated from the scene.
"Scourgelord," he pressed his right fist against his breastplate, bowing his head slightly in a respectful - but most certainly not fawning - manner.
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Krutos
((Evgeni, what do you mean by a Frost Colossus? Just a big-ass Frost Wyrm? Also giving the runner some time to move to avoid unnecessary timeskips.))
Narathos the Caller
Naxxanar, Borean Tundra
Narathos wandered aimlessly in the corridors of the necropolis. He passed chambers where necromancers and death knights were training, chambers were corpses were being reanimated to skeletons and ghouls and chambers where their fairly limited numbers of frost wyrms were resting.
Before the blood elf even noticed, he was in the bridge of the floathing fortress. He decided to go down to the actual city itself. Stepping through a portal with the two skeletal guards behind him, Narathos was now standing on the top the Spire of Blood. From there he watched over the city and it's population, that mainly consisted of crypt fiends, necromancers and mages, different types of mindless ones and a small elite group of death knights.
From inside the spire, a death knight emerged. The knight was wearing the usual armor of a death knight and carried two onehanded runeblades on his back. The only difference in the warriors regalia was his almost crown-like helmet.
- "Ahh, Commendant. How are we doing?", Narathos asked.
Jaar Ironfist was a night elven death knight who Narathos had appointed as the Commendant of En'Kilah, stood silent for a moment before speaking.
- "Milord, our raids have proven successfull and we have obtained some new material. Reanimation processes have been started and soon we will know the number of new recruits".
- "Excellent. Let me know of any turns of events. I'll be in my quoters", Narathos said before walking through the portal again and heading into his chamber in the necropolis.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Scourgelord William Morec
Location: Mord'rethar, Icecrown Glacier
"Ah, Baron Dalson, good to see that you're still with us," Morec said, turning to face the other death knight. "I have an asignment for you, Baron; gather up a number of our most powerful shades and a small fraction of our forces. I want you to make an assault against the troll Colonol as a distraction to slip those shades in as spies into Gundrak so that we may learn of the troll's intention. Where you choose to launch this attack from and what your target is will be left up to you."
Post by
Behelich
Character
:
Baron Alaric Dalson
Location
: Mord'rethar, Icecrown Glacier
"Affirmative. Shall I take a death gate beacon with me in case you want to take the reins?" Dalson nodded after issuing a mental command to his gargoyle. Diamondback screeched and took off, carrying out the Baron's will.
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