Dragonscale
Yichimet - April 6, 2006
Yichimet held the black dragon scale in his hands and stared into
its curved undersurface. He had fired it many times, each time
polishing it until it reflected—barely—what it was turned to. He
saw his face, his white eyes, dimly in the almost-mirror. With a
purple lotus petal under his tongue, he began to hum.
The face of a rotting woman. She is familiar but walking away. A
troll’s blue skin bruised black. Light moves into her shoulder.
Images without meaning tumble past his horns.
The time he sat under the tent-skin was only a few hours, but
when his eyes finally closed he slept for what seemed like days.
He held onto the dragon scale through his sleep in a grip harder
than steel.
[Grainger]
"Green for spirit that never shall fade,
Bronze to ensure the fates collide,
Blue for the magic to clear the mire,
Red to bind them all with loves desire.
When An'she and Mu'sha see eye to eye,
Combined they must be under ...."
Grainger looked down at the torn page before returning the book
to its place on the dusty shelf.
[Vuudu]
Vuudu slowly walked through the dank streets of the Undercity.
For a Troll, she felt oddly at home here. Perhaps it was her
father's obsession with the occult that made her feel at ease
around the walking dead. Or perhaps it was her beloved Chavie,
who meant more to her than any "living" soul in Azeroth. Or
perhaps it was the fact that the Royal Apothocary Society was
quite likely the only place that held any hope for her salvation.
She approached the giant archway that led to the depth of the RAS
laboratories, her faithful pet ShyHumar padding softly behind
her. She paused and looked down at the massive Frostsaber that
was the current home to the spirit of her beloved pet Humar.
Indeed, the name "ShyHumar" meant "Soul of Humar" in the language
of voodoo. Leaning down, she ruffled the Frostsaber's fur, "I be
right back ..."
As she approached the entrance, the two massive Abominations
shuffled their girth to block her progress. She paused, looking
up at the blank faces of the giant mounds of flesh. Slowly, she
raised her hand, and showed them the symbol of the RAS that she
held within.
"I have a delivery."
The two creatures parted, allowing her to enter. With a deep
breath, she walked deeper into the bowels of the city ... and the
labs of the Royal Apothocary Society ...