Pain! Hell! The Nether Calls!
Lupen - January 4, 2006
As Lupen, Dread Magus of The Grim knelt before so many of his
comrades... He couldn't help but feel humbled.
The innumerable voices shot through his head like a nest of
freshly disturbed wasps. "Kill them!" One would yell. "Strike
them down!" Another would agree. "Your end is now, HUMAN!" A
rather dark one taunted. "We own you Lupen... Now leave this
world!" They called in an arcane chant. "Leave now!" Over... and
over... again.
"Grims!" Lupen tried to say, but his vocal cords could only chime
in dark Demonic tones. "Akril!" the others heard. "Grims! Grims
please! I knew something was wrong!" His friends looked at him
puzzled. "Please! Please help!"
A desperate cry for help were the last words the sane Lupen
released. All that came from him after was tainted blood, screams
of agony, and twisted, hellish, incantations. "Pain! Blood!
Death!" He screamed as an Eredarian Hellcaller would. "Great Old
Ones! I call upon... Pain!" Pain was the word that Lupen
struggled to let slip from his lips... Even though the others
couldn't understand the slipping Forsaken, he did not want them
to know he was weak. "... I invoke your namesake! Bring Xoroth to
this world! Take this Warlock as a sacrifice! His soul burns with
power! This power can be used by the Legion!"
Warneshi closed Lupen's glazed eyes with two of his Sand Troll
fingers. Blood slipped from Lupen's eyelids as he managed to bark
of a few words in Orcish. "Grims... I... am... Gone..."
The Old Ones have spoken, the Nether had taken him.
[Sabbath]
Sabbath, having wandered out of the inn and hearing the commotion
in the Magistrate's office, walks in as the Magnus is lost. She
wonders what is more disturbing, a warlock stepping too far and
losing control over the delicate balance of sacrifice and power
granted...or the happy frolicking and dancing she had witnessed
shortly before in the Gallow's End.
Sickened by both, she returned to the zeppelin for the long ride
back to the Drag in Orgrimmar, and her studies. "Evil is as evil
does" she thinks as she bleeds a kitten to pass the time on the
long flight. Her imp companion licks the blood from the palms of
her hands greedily and winks at her knowingly.