And then there was three
Licidion - December 19, 2005
"What did I do wrong? I know....I acted too hastily..."
The voice was quiet in Licidion's mind, almost like an
afterthought. Three minds..all thinking differently. The voice
now was that of Stinker, broken, beaten, weakened. The disease
had totally curropted the body while he was in control, and now,
his conciousness was busted into small fragments. Thoughts to the
left and to the right. Nothing making complete sense to anyone
but him. They understood. Noone else would.
"The disease....acted too strong in undead...I did not forsee
this.."
Stinker was evil, though through his recent ordeal, he may have
actually learned his lesson. Salty was nowhere to be found, a
dead silence came from the back of the mind, although it was as
if shielded, a big black bubble around the rotted tissue of his
mind. It was the area noone could go in, or get out of.
Stinker had it all planned out. He had many ideas, of the secret
behind Lichdom, of the Plague, the death of the alliance and
horde alike. Not for the Dark Lady, no, but for himself!
Stinker had coated his own pointed teeth with the disease, as
well as filled in the hollow of his fingerbones with it, to best
deliver it. It seemed to slowly fade away in air, so keeping it
applied in contact points in his body, rather then on his
daggers, seemed like the best idea. However, the disease worked
two fold in undead.
The formula created scourge. He realized it was less then he
actually wished to obtain, he wished to create forsaken, obedient
to his cause. Salty was in control most of the time, this was to
prevent suspicion and the covert application to test subjects
when they weren't paying attention. A small scratch on accident?
Bound to happen if you hang out with a forsaken who sharpens his
fingerbones into knife-like recepticals. His plan was almost
perfect.
Then came d-day, when Salty would be destroyed forever.
Snowfeather denounced his avid feelings of love, even after he
had just saved her life (though he did not fully understand that
he was the one who bit her). The knight-in-the-shining-armor
fantasy was destroyed. And so was he. Salty receeded into the
back, to never be seen again.
But Stinker had made a fatal mistake. Through his emotion, Salty
was actually a stronger mind that Stinker's, while evil and
intelligent, being placed in the direct strength of the disease
ridden body, Salty was slowly succumbing and had time to conform
to the feelings he was having, while Stinker did not. Stinker
fell almost immediately to the mind-destroying disease, and
became his own sort of scourge.
After that, not much is clear. Flashes of teeth and claw. Arrows
whizzing by his head. A tauren with her rib stuck out of her eye,
falling down the side of freewind post. And, most prevelent,
"Snow...fea...ther..."
His broken mind could only find hate now. He could not blame
himself. It was not his fault! He did not know Salty was so
strong. It was not Salty's doing either, but that of the one he
fought for...the Tauren Snowfeather. His love actually made Salty
twice the undead that Stinker was. And now, both had receeded to
the back of the mind, weakened, distraught, angered, jealous, and
pained.
However, all was not lost for the forsaken corpse, for through
his madness, and through the destruction of the two extremes -
the one who could not accept his death and unlife, and the one
who embraced it, came a new conciousness.
He was aptly named 'Three'.
Three was Licidion's truth. He was free of the binds and magics
of his insanity and of what seemed to influence all of the
forsaken to only hate and find comrades among other forsaken. He
was free of the influence, and most importantly, remembered the
full truth behind his past.
He remembered life.
He knew of his death.
And he embraced both.
Three, while not as fun as the insane one, nor as completely
diabolical as the forsaken, was a mix between them. And, most
importantly, his eyes were open. While there were no actual eyes
in those sockets, he could finally see the world for what it was.
Murderer...was an ample description of him. His past flooded his
mind, as he absorbed it all without faltering or shying away. He
realized his atrocious crimes, and why he committed them. He knew
of Stinker's and Salty's feelings, and was able to cope with the
medium.
Three was Grim. He would stand by them, fight for them, die
beside them. There was no hatred, only peace. There was no
confusion, only understanding. There was no excuse...
There was only Three.