Freshly flayed demonoid skin
Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 3:58 am
A grotesque, oozing slab of demon's hide is crudely impaled into your main hall's entrance. As you approach it, you recognize what appears to be a language of an unknown tongue woven together with fel energy. Focusing upon the strange language, your mind is assaulted by emotions that do not belong to you --words that are not your own... Unbridled fury...
As the words fade from your mind, the letter of flesh is engulfed by the bizarre fel energy, melting into a pool of bubbling primordial ooze...Enemies of my enemies! The Legion has fallen, and thus my existence teeters upon oblivion! I seek new meaning... My vengeance, insatiable! Where the demon's blood has all but wrung dry, I wish to fulfill that void with new carnage! Invite myself into your fold, that my glaives will drink Alliance essence, and not a life will be spared... Merely mention mine infernal name, and I will seek you out to seal our pact...
Azrathe