The Ending of Ensidious
Ensidious - December 23, 2005
The tall troll dived into the portal, surfacing in the world of
azeroth.
one by one his senses returned to him. Smell was first, the sweet
odors of Winters veil pie, mixed with the dust in the air. then
came taste, the odor of the pies tickled his taste buds, but the
taste of dust in his mouth overpowered all. He spat out the taste
of dust, and closed his mouth in attempts to get saliva flowing
again. Slowly he started hearing again, and he winced as his ears
both popped. It sounded to him like he was in a very busy place,
people yelling over others trying to sell there wares. As soon as
his sense of feeling came back to him, he bit his lip in pain. He
could feel a large cut on his left leg. He yelled out at the
person who had ran straight into him. Good! my speech is back! he
thought.
Even though he could hear,smell,feel,and taste the world around
him, it was black. Waving a hand in front of his face, the troll
expected to see 3 blue fingers, but there was nothing. He pulled
a lantern from his belt, and with great effort, illuminated it.
There was no luck. The lantern did not peel aWay the shadows as
the troll expected. The haze of darkness still clouded his eyes.
He fumbled around in his backpack, searching for something. He
felt some bandages in his backpack, not necessarily what he was
looking for, but they could mend the wound on his leg. He managed
to poorly wrap the wound.
He then went back to digging in his backpack. His hands came
across a warm smooth object, and he pulled it out. He traced its
grooved surface with his fingers, Recognizing it was the patterns
that were on his hearthstone. The troll placed his hand on the
top and began to hear a voice.
"Ensidious! Welcome back troll!" Said the voice. Ensidious
recognised it as Neros' voice. With a thick accent, the Troll
began talking, "ey Deady, whachoo up to?". It took a while before
Ensidious got a reply from Neros. "Nothing much," The undead
began, "Whats kept you in the nether so long?".
"Was visitin me paren's spiri's, an' calming some oddah reckless
spiri's." the troll said between two deep breaths. "You trolls
with your voodoo and your spirits. all nonsensical Gibberish!"
Neros exclaimed. Ensidious managed a scowl at Neros. The
conversation went on for some time, until the undead went quiet
and figured he was done talking.
Ensidious did not bother Neros about the fact he could not see.
He wouldnt let a brother of the Grim know that he was getting
weak. He went on for a while pretending everything was fine, the
horde passing by would shoot worried glances at the troll, he
could feel there eyes on him. He kept walking around orgrimmar,
his cane leading him on. Until he came across a pair of what
smelled like Undead. He could tell they were a pair of
alchemists, because they were discussing "The wondrous versatile
herb, Gromsblood". "Whats the matter troll," said a masculine
undead voice, "You seem lost." "Yess brother troll, what is your
problem?" another voice hissed. Ensidious, knowing not where he
was, offered 5 copper coins to the undead, to guide him to the
gates of Orgrimmar. "5 copper coinss? Jusst to walk you 5 sstepss
backwards?ssoundss like a good deal!". So the troll agreed to
give the undead 5 copper coins just due to the fact it was
winters veil. Having decided that these undead were good people,
he told them of his handicap, and how it had suddenly happened,
as opposed to slowly over time as it usually does. They offered
to take him to the RAS quarters, in the undercity. The troll
thought of it as a good idea, and followed them.
Once they arrived, the stench of the undercity assaulted his
Nostrils. The abominations that guarded the city gave off the
most foul odor though. They soon reached the RAS quarters, and
were greeted by Renferrel the Apothecary, who spent most of his
time in hillsbrad concocting potions, but had to return to the
undercity to replenish his supplies.
The Apothecary examined Ensidious' sightless eyes. Renferrel
scratched his head in confusion, peeling away some skin as he
scratched. The apothecary gave Ensidious some rum to drink. Being
a troll who lived for alcohol, he could not refuse.
A good while later he awoke in a bed. This time with all of his
senses. He looked to be in a messy room with a picture of a
sailing ship. after a good look around he noticed it was the
Booty Bay inn. He felt Hungrier then usual. Whatever that
Apothecary had done, he had his sight back, and that was all that
mattered. He went down to the bottom floor of the inn and bought
some slices of seasoned bread, and some spring water to rid him
of his massive head ache.
The bread did not suffice the trolls hunger, and the water did
not relieve him of his head ache. The innkeeper told him that
there was some mail outside for him. After finishing his meal and
leaving a good tip for the innkeeper, Ensidious walked outside
and headed in the direction of the mailbox. Reaching into the
slot he pulled out a single letter. It was a normal envelope,
except the bottom right corner of it looked as though it had been
eaten by a hungry and desperate tiger. He opened the envelope and
pulled out the message it contained, addressed to him, sent from
the Renferrel fellow, who had took a look at his eyes.
"Dear Ensidious,
The transformation was a complete success!! You shall never go
blind again! thanks to the RAS! We were able to insert the plague
into your body and although it is slowly developing, you shall be
a full fledged forsaken, free from all bonds of life, within a
matter of 3 or so weeks. You shall feel an unsatiable hunger,
that is the hunger for flesh we all have. Soon you shall be one
of us! Congratulations!
From your Good Friend, Renferrel the apothecary."
The trolls glowing hideous eyes began to overflow with rage and
unending hate towards the RAS. Never would he allow himself to be
one of the undead! There is onlY one way i can rid myself of this
plague, the troll thought.
Insanity began to over take him.He drew his dagger, and began
cutting himself in a vein attempt to leak out the plague. Slowly
the troll began getting weaker, and weaker. within moments the
troll was laying on the floor, drowning in his own pool of blood,
much as he did the night his father was slaughtered by the
alliance. He closed his eyes and managed a smile, for no matter
how beautiful the world was, it was not worth it seeing the
beauty through undead eyes, and with that, his spirit departed
from his body, for the last time.
Thus was the ending of Ensidious.