Endings Or Beginnings by Warneshi

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"Can Skash have pie too mebbe?" Skash grinned as he walked with the troll, knowing one who had little experience would not own a mount nor one as swift as Simba. Worneshi... hmmmmmmm... was this name a coincidence?

As they walked, Skash kept potential threats at bay merely with a sharp glare. To pass the time, Skash tried small talk "Worneshi eh? Skash knows a troll by da name a Warneshi. Yous know him? Him a Sandfury. Him an Skash be members of da Grim. Yous heard of da Grim? Skash no seen Warneshi for awile... Skash wonder where he be. Bah, Skash bablin! Tell Skash about yous!"

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Worneshi laughed at the orc, he found his presence to be plesent. At the mention of the name Warneshi however he could not help but wonder why the name sounded so familiar, besides the fact that it shared a close resemblence to his own. Thinking it perhaps just a coincidense Worneshi continued his conversation with his new friend Skash.

"I am sure plenty of pies would be available for your eating good orc. That name you mention what was it? Warneshi? I can not help but think I have heard of it, but I am not sure I know anyone by that name. The Grim however, I have heard of them, many of the other new ones mention them with great reverance, almost fear; however if they are all as kind as you perhaps those rumors are wrong. Myself? Not much to me actually, I simply try my best to be what life has presented me with."

They drew closer to Razorhill, Worneshi slouching so as not to stand too much higher then Skash. Worneshi laughed and joked with the orc, he was enjoying this new friend.

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It didn't seem to bother Skash that the troll towered over him. Most of the races of the horde were much taller then the orcs. The Tauren were nearly as tall as the trolls, and the spells that shaped the forsaken gave them height near if not greater then some of the orcs. Skash was strong, and so were his fellow orcs, and that is all that mattered to Skash.

Skash let off one of his hearty cackles at the mention of the Grim not being frightening. "HA!!! Da Grim be plenty scary! But not to da horde. Da horde respect da Grim for wut dey do! An dat be bashin da alliance! One time, Skash found dis gnome an..." Skash went on to a long winded story, followed by many other stories of Grim doings throughout the world. Skash was finding this troll to be most pleasent company. The fact that he didn't seem to shun or mock Skash for his simpleness brought a smile to his face. This one would be one to keep an eye on.

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by Pincus

He towered over the orcs in Razor Hill on his demon mount. The orcs sood their ground, but the fear was palatable.

The Forsaken was speaking to one of the grunts. He knew the troll was here. Or was.

After a brief interrogation, the guard mentioned a tough orc, and pies.

"Skash," the Forsaken muttered, "does not know what he is about to be involved in. Worse, he will fall for whatever words Lupen tell him."

He whispered in the ears of his steed and rode off post haste into the distance.

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Worneshi and Skash wandered north towards Orgrimmar, always their conversations jovial and exciting. Skash had taken time to explain to Worneshi the intricies of pies; the differant types, flavors, and crusts. Worneshi had never been aware that pies were such a science. Worneshi spent much of the time listening, the orc always ahd something to say it seemed and Worneshi always ahd time to listen. It was a day walk, Worneshi had no mount and they decided it wasn't worth being in a hurry.

They decided to take to camp a few hours from Orgrimmar, Skash had gone on in nauseum about the smells of the pies in the morning at the orphanage, and Worneshi decided he wanted a good wiff of them. So they would rest for the evening and make for the walls early the next day.

The campfire was built quickly and Worneshi decided he would show off some of his culinary skills, preparing a decent amount of boar ribs that Skash had gathered. The meal was warm and the talk about greater things. Skash was an ambitious orc it seemed, he did not show it often but Worneshi could see he was destined for great things, and he had the will to achieve them. Speaking of dragons he had faught and slain, and of more terrible things that Worneshi could not even comprehend. The orc had seen many things, and Worneshi was eager to learn as much as he could.

The hour grew late and the waking the next day would be early, so the two travelers took to their bed rolls. No watch, it was the lands of Durator after all. As Worneshi drifted to sleep he could not help but feel somewhat terrified, comething was not right. He watched the road behind them; something was coming, and he could not explain why, but he knew it came for him.

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((helping move this thread along))
Guduk trails behind Lupen, Syreena and company, checking over his claw once in a while and still wondering about its use, he glances at the others and sighs heavely, To have Warneshi back would be good for The Grim, but at what cost?
Would he need to be struck down?
Guduk shakes his large head, the might helm making him look even more like a dog with a collar.
Time will tell.

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Warneshi listened carefully to his mothers console, it was rare she spoke directly to him these days and so something important must of been going on, or something important was going to be disturbed. Warneshi hid a sneer, he still did not like his mother, she had given him power and magics, but Warneshi was smart enough to know it was only so he could serve her better, not because she cared for him in any way. What she did bring before him this caused Warneshi to lose his temper, what she came to warn him about could certainly ruin his plans. It seemed that Worneshi was not safe, his identity had been comprimised, most surely by spys in the Nether. No matter who it was it seemed Pincus Dorian himself was hunting Worneshi now. Warneshi knew that if that one was trying to find Worneshi, then he most certainly must know who that troll was, and why he was so special.

Warneshi's anger broke free of its bonds, he had not tasted rage this powerfull since his living days; Warneshi wanted to see Dorian hunted down and brought before Warneshi so that he could visit pains upon him the undead could of never imagined. That however was not an option, the demon taimer was powerful and could hold Warneshi at bay, if not send him back to the Nether. Pincus would not fall for temptings of power, or favors called in. No Warneshi could not beat him yet, but Warneshi could slow him down.

Lupen felt his back heat up and part of his robes start to burn away, Sul'Thraze was glowing in black flame. The searing pain stung right to his core, Lupen could feel his inner spirit calling in agony as the black flames tryed to devour it, this was a deadly blade indeed. The flames soon subsided only to be followed by a pain far worse, Warneshi's anger. Lupen heard the Tyrants voice and along with them came the darkest of his nightmares. In a tone that screamed hate, and rage Warneshi spoke to the dreadmage.

"Lissten well Lupen, you musst make hasste out of Orgrimmar, the key to thiss endevour of ourss iss in trouble. Go south at all your speed, take thosse who you trusst, you will come acrossss a troll that looksss to be Warneshi but he iss not. He iss vital to our ritual, you musst take him before he iss found, and he iss hunted even ass we speak. Go now Lupen or the imagess Warneshi conjuress will be paradisse compared to the cosst of your failure. Beware...you may encounter one who huntss you ass well, be ready."

Warneshi was confident that his intentions were made clear, and that Lupen understood. Now it was time to slow down Dorian, the Warlock had a head start on Lupen so Warneshi needed to buy sometime. Concentrating his energies Warneshi called upon ancient allies of old...

Pincus rode swiftly and with purpose, he knew he must be close to his prey. It was night, but Pincus could feel the world around him grow darker, he smelled the nether, something was coming. Pincus was forced to slow his mount, he could see shapes materializing in the shadows before him, as if they were born from the darkness. Four shadowy forms of giant serpents sat coiled in the road. Pincus could tell these were no normal beasts, they stunk of the nether. With firey red eyes and bodies that looked to almost be transparant the serpents brought their heads up and almost seemed to smile at the undead, they waited and Pincus knew it was his move...

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Lupen's eyes twitched madly, he opened and closed them with haste, viewing the Dreadlords and other horrors of the Nether. Memories enveloped the Forsaken like a cloak. A minute passed of silent rememberance. Suddenly, Lupen turned to his comrades who followed him on mounts. "South..." He muttered in an almost otherworldly tone. "...South." Lupen repeated as he spurred the sides of his Dreadsteed.

As the gates of Orgrimmar faded from view, he felt something quite familiar. The scent of another Hellcaller, a powerful one indeed. Pincus. Lupen slowed his nightmare and motioned for his comrades to halt. "Up ahead... Grims... A familar force. Do not draw weapons or magicks until we are sure he is hostile." Lupen could truely not believe the words he was uttering, he viewed Lord Dorian as a mentor, he had taught Lupen near everything he knew about Demonology and the Nether. The thought of betrayal would never have crossed Lupen's mind sane, and even with The Blade's taint, the Dread Mage tried to resist any urge to draw assault on his comrade.

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Skash slept peacefully. There was little to fear this near Orgrimmar. What wild creatures there were knew better then approach the orc even as he slept. He dreamt of past victories, of his friends in the Grim, and of course, pie. His bliss was soon to be disturbed, for Skash had no idea what torrents he was about to be caught in the middle of.

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Ashagga rode behind Lupen, keeping her eye open for potential dangers. When Lupen warned them, she prepared to slip into the shadows if necessary. What could endanger this party? She watched Lupen cautiously. This would be very delicate indeed.

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Regnanetah rode south from orgrimar, following the trail of the one he sought. His informants had said the target had headed south out of orgrimmar towards Razor hill. It had taken him far too long to entice the secrets he had wanted from the Cenarions, allowing him to forge his new blade, but it along with his old demon hunting blade may be needed in the days ahead. Time had been wasted, first with hiding, and then with preparing...and now he had to contact his target and speak with him, to put his plan into motion. As he rode hard to the south, He say a group on the road ahead in the distance. Pulling out his spy glass, he used it to identify Lupen and those with him. Cursing under his breath at all the luck that made him run into them, he dismounted, and headed off the road, keeping a low profile, ad hoping whatever they were focusing on would keep them from noticing his approach before he could get a good idea of what they were doing. If they were a hinderence to his current goals..they'd have to be dealt with, otherwise he'd rather bypass them without them knowing. they were Grim after all.

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Falling behind, Guduk gathered up his mount and followed Lupens party towards the Barrens, not putting forth any assistance, being the observer for now and unsure which side to follow, for now he will guard the Grim even if it is from themselves.

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by Trilok

The guild halls grew quiet.. Lupen had run off, along with his servants. Warneshi had faded, and it seems everyone else disappeared from view when the candles in the room could offer light once more. Trilok stood boldly, as if staring into nothing.

"Reg.." The spirits have alerted him that he was near-by. Though it was growing dark, the streets of Orgrimmar were still bustling with business and children running freely in a race to the pond and back. The city seemed to still be well, what stood outside the walls... would best be known to see with his own eyes.

Stepping out of the city, he took a deep breath, inhaling the cool midnight air, letting it envelop his senses. It was a great night for a run. No kodo would be needed tonight. Excercise was daily, and often when all else would sleep. The towering Tauren began running into the darkness of night. His dark fur condensed into dots leaving a yellow-orange in-between. Jumping into the air, all his materials melded to him, all becoming one. He shrunk in size and cowered forward... no longer did it seem it would be falling on his face. When he landed, he no longer was that of a mighty tauren, but that of the fastest Cheetah, Azeroth would ever know... and into the darkness he ran.

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Krezinak followed Lupen and the others south towards Razor Hill. He kept to himself as he always did only speaking when he was spoken to. Since his trip in to the nether many... many things had gone though his mind. Power, knowledge and an unexplainable thrist that seemed to get harder to quench as the days passed. But one thing had crossed his mind, and has not done so in a long time.

Krezinak caught himself thinking about his father. Gone since the day of his birth Krezinak never knew who his father was until Warneshi had found him, and told Krezinak of his heritage and his fathers fate. There was the one time though when Uncle was in conflict with the spirit of Krezinak's father. A troll had come to Krezinak claiming to be his father, but faded away and emerged back as Warneshi.

"Hmmm... when Uncless spirit wass pushed back in to the nether thiss troll claiming to be my father emerged. And when Uncle regained control of hiss body he dissappeared. Maybe that troll wass my father? I had a strong pull towardss him and he sseemed to know who I wass ass if he had been watching through the eyess of Warneshi. If uncle hass again been ssent to the nether hass thiss troll emerged again? Will I meet him again, and if I do will he sstill think I'm hiss son?"

Slys'Thok had not spoken to Krezinak in some time and now he wonders what he has given up for this promise of power. Did he make the right choice to follow her? What must he sacrifice for his personal gain? And is that sacrifice worth the power?

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by Pincus

"They are early," the Forsaken thought to himself. "No matter, they will be dealt with." He reached quickly into his bags, pulling out the stored soul of an elf, and the Book returned.

He quickly muttered some words, and the shard disengrated into dust. The Book wailed in delight.

"Lupen Vakov, for your foolish choice of allies, you are hereby sentenced to... uncomfortable punishment for failure to follow the will of the Steward.

But that sentence is pittance compared to your real fate if you do not yield. The... cabal has ordered the utter destruction of you and your allies for failure to follow the tenets of our practice. We overlooked your transgressions at the Dark Portal. We will not overlook these."

The Forsaken opened the Book and chanted some words written within. A cold wind ripped over the red dirt. The outlines of something large and not of this world appeared behind the Forsaken. The shrill roars drowned out the sounds of Common in the wind.

"Hmm. They, too, seem to be early as well."