A Way Around

[Scyphe]

((Thought I might post a story. I'm not very good at being descriptive with story-telling, at least that's how i see i am. This story takes place after Scyphe's meeting with Awatu for the Trial of Sacrifice and Scyphe researching to discover what may open the enchanted effect forced on the helm he gave Awatu as a sacrifice. P.S. The book that Scyphe carries is only legible to the one the book chooses.))

After completing his trial, Scyphe took off to Windrunner Spire in the Ghostlands and knew very well that the helm he had offered to Awatu, will not operate unless a member of the Windblade family or himself has met the conditions in which to use the helm. Before losing himself in thought, Scyphe reached on the floor for his pack that he had placed by a fireplace and took out a strange book. This tome had a silver cover for both sides with an intricate design etched onto it formed by squares and rectangles arranged side by side. One thing Scyphe found odd of this tome was that it had kept records of his family before discovering it in Desolace, yet the tome would not allow him to view what was documented inside. The rogue quickly opened the tome and flipped page after page, with some being blank and others informational, until he had found one with the description and drawing of the helm he offered. As Scyphe read, he spoke out the description that was detailed in the tome,

"Mask of the Watcher: This helm was woven by Shunin Windblade, a Warlock and member of the Windblade family. Whom ever wears this helm will be granted visions of the past in the area surrounding them. Only members of the Windblade family are allowed to view such visions."

The rogue spoke in a doubtful tone as if arguing against the tome, "There must alternatives around this wretched condition! Unless the spell-weavers discover anything about the helm, it will just be another piece of useless junk to the Grim."

Scyphe paced around the base of the spire slowly and frustrated, creating potions from time to time, pondering about helm until a thought peered into mind. The rogue mumbled in a low tone, "The Bronze Dragonflight...perhaps they may have more knowledge of the helm my father and mother created." Scyphe then called upon his Wind Rider before venturing out to Tanaris where an unsettling feeling loomed over him, feeling unconvinced that the dragonflight will aid in his research due to the creation of the helm. "Down." The rogue ordered his Wind Rider as it carefully stopped a few feet above the sand allowing Scyphe to leap, facing the entrance to the Caverns of Time. Already Scyphe took note the disposition of the two guards, it was one of distrust as they raised their weapons to illustrate that they will attack if a wrong move is made. Scyphe knew the intentions the guards were implying and simply nodded before dismissing his Wind Rider and made his descent into the cavern.

((Will be posting more to the story later on and maybe a picture of the tome. I just ask for one thing: Is the way i presented the story ok or does it need improvement?))

[Scyphe]

The wind was cool and swift as Scyphe traveled down the cavern. With each step closer to the heart of the cavern, the wind grew colder and faster as it escaped through the entrance of the cave. As Scyphe approached the center of the system of gateways that led to different areas of time, he was stopped by the master of time, Nozdormu.

"Why are you here Windblade?" said the bronze dragon in a low tone as he approached the Blood Elf.

Scyphe replied in a formal tone, "I am merely here for information you may have regarding the helm my deceased father and mother created."

Immediately Nozdormu yelled, "No, we do not have any knowledge of THAT helm Windblade!" His tone then calmed down before proceeding, "Although you are a Windblade, you have proven yourself viable attacking against the infinite dragonflight, therefore I will assist you only once." Nozdormu paused before continuing, "Why do you have a sudden desire to unlock that helm?" he questioned.

Scyphe hesitated for a second before replying, "I am doing this to discover if my siblings: Draikono, Remar, and Rilah are still alive. That is all." Although Scyphe believed it himself that his brothers and sister were deceased as well, he couldn't afford to tell the bronze dragon about its use for the Grim's purpose.

There was a moment of silence before Nozdormu began walking towards a gateway, "Very well then..." the portal was surrounded by trees that were still as stones, with leaves frozen in place as they fell.

Nozdormu then began to speak, "Beyond this portal lies the past of Hillsbrad Foothills were you will find an item called the Timeslicer." He then added, "I believe it MAY help you in unlocking that helm to find your relations. But know this..." His tone grew stern as though talking to a child, "You will go in alone and should you alter any small detail within the course of history during you venture there, we will not hesitate to erase you! Is that clear? I do not have time to look after a child of the Windblade family, what ever has occured in the past WILL occur as you enter it, understood?"

Scyphe merely nodded as he passed through the portal before finding himself at the crossroads between Tarren Mill, Eastpoint Tower, and the Southshores. Before he could ponder the possible locations of the Timeslicer, he saw a very dim glow emitting from his pack, coming from his tome. Scyphe confusedly pulled out the tome as it opened itself to a page displaying the description of the Timeslicer.
"So it is supposedly a dagger and located at Durnholde Keep?" he mumbled to himself as he began to head southeast towards the keep. As Scyphe approached the keep, he stayed hidden away from the eye sights of passing patrolmen as they casually walked by.

It wasn't until Scyphe was near the entrance of Durnholde Keep where everything froze in place. The wind stopped blowing through the trees, whose leaves never touched the ground and the patrols that looked like figurines. "What is going?" Scyphe mumbled to himself as he began walking over the bridge above the prison houses. "Why has time stopped?" Soon then the tome Scyphe carried began to levitate and leave his grasp as it floated high above at the center of the keep. As the tome halted it's movement, it released a torrent of arcane energy surrounding Durnholde Keep allowing Scyphe to view what visibly was not there A vicious roar soon was heard as it echoed through the frozen reaches of time. The rogue turned to see the Epoch hunter waiting down in the pits of the prison yard of the keep clutching a dagger in it's claws.

Scyphe quickly jumped down to the prison grounds as the Epoch Hunter began summoning reinforcements. Before Scyphe could wield his daggers, a sudden pain was inflicted upon him, it grew greater and more immense with each passing moment. "How?" Scyphe yelled out as if speaking to another presense, "I thought the memory seal that the priests created was impenetrable to you?!"
A demonic voice then burst out in a crackling laughter, "You fool!" the voice bellowed, "Did even listen to what that old-man of a dragon said to you? This is all destined to occur!" Scyphe soon began to feel dizzy as he fell to the ground trying to hold himself up. "I can not let you roam free you wretched beast!" the rogue exclaimed angrily as he felt his appearance begin to change form and everything around him turned dark and silent. Scyphe could barely make out a silhouette of a being as it spoke "You can't stop what shall and MUST occur you weak Blood Elf!" A sinister grew on the face of the silhouette, baring it's fangs and red eyes. "Now it is my turn to kill everything, EVERYTHING!! the voice yelled out before Scyphe passsed out, hearing nothing more than the silence and seeing nothing more than darkness.

((This is the second part of the story and it was originally longer if i had not clicked out by accident causing me to restart every. But other than that i will post the last part to the story later and a sample drawing of the book Scyphe carries around for research, I hope you like it.))

[Scyphe]

((Here is the last part of the story that recently happened to Scyphe and for a heads up Scyphe refers to the demon as a "shadow" because while scyphe is in control, the demon is only seen in his shadow.))

It felt like years, if not eons, falling in what seemed like an infinite dark chasm. All was quiet, no sound, no sense of direction, and no signs of spiritual life, merely the pitch black void the engulfed Scyphe's vision and the weak state he was left in after the demon swapped positions. The rogue only mumbled softly as he floated in the abyssal depths of his soul.

"I...I doubt that wretched shadow was released on my account..." There was a small pause before he continued, "The Timeslicer was almost in my grasp...but the Infinite Dragonflight, were they expecting my arrival or perhaps another who had trekked through to personally find them?"

That single question hammered through Scyphe's mind as he tried to reason as to how the Epoch Hunter had found the dagger already. Soon thereafter, another question arose in the rogue's mind, "Should Nozdormu have been busy with what ever affairs he had to deal with, why then not had he sent a guard to observe my actions? Was Nozdormu already aware of the demon sealed within me?"

The more Scyphe pondered these questions, the more angry he became and was convinced that the Bronze Dragonflight attempted for the death of either the remaining Infinite Dragonflight for their trespasses in time or Himself to be rid of both a Windblade as well as the demon.

Then a sound reverberated, interrupting Scyphe's thoughts as it seemed to sound as a rumbling of an earthquake or the falling of rocks on mountains. "What is going o--" Another intrusion echoed as the sound of a yell was heard and it belonged to the demon. Just then, Scyphe could feel a small breeze flowing upwards as the pitch darkness quickly grew to a blinding flash of light. As everything slowly was coming into focus, Scyphe immediately tried to survey his surroundings but was still left in the same weak condition as he was before and lying on sandy ground. The rogue was only able to catch a glimpse of the nightfall that hovered in the sky, the sound of waves nearby, blurred visions of tress and bushes a few feet away, and a silhouette of some being limply walking away. Scyphe tried to speak out towards the individual, "S-sto-" but he soon passed out, laying on the soft bed of sands.

As Scyphe regained consciousness again, he immediately stood up and swiftly looked around to view his location. "A jungle, beach, ocean..." The rogue paused for a moment before looking out into the distance before seeing two small fortresses, one with the Horde banner and the other Alliance. "I must be in Karasang Wilds." he mumbled to himself as he checked to see that his pack had been thrown on a bush nearby. Scyphe opened the pack only to see all previous items, potions, and poisons were accounted for as well as for the tome, where he last saw it in the past of Durnholde Keep. The rogue continued searching through his pack until he saw what appeared to be a strange dull blue dagger. Scyphe quickly pulled it out and was surprised at the fact that it was the Timeslicer.

However, there was a distinction that Scyphe noticed right away as he remembered that the dagger was originally emitting a blue pulse and the mechanics of it allowed the inside of the blade to twirl within it when he saw it grasped in the clutches of the Epoch Hunter, that was not the case with the dagger's current condition. Scyphe sighed in disappointment, "How inconvenient. I will research into this once again after i depart Pandaria" The rogue began to switly run about through the jungle heading towards the Dominance Offensive. Just as he entered, Scyphe removed his left glove which revealed a mark on his hand, which looked like a circular maze, shattered with each section not connecting to another. He mumbled to himself, "Hm...It appears my time on Pandaria is up. The Sha will not hesitate to attack me until the seal is repaired again and they don't trace any signs of the -shadow-." With one final look of the Timeslicer, the rogue rode off on a Wind Wyvrn towards Orgrimmar to avoid any dangers that will allow the demon control again, such as the Sha.

((Ok there is the last part of the story that currently is going on with Scyphe. And if you want me to add another part to the story just send a pm and i will as well as maybe allow others to come into the story as a rp since its currently happening. Thanks for reading!!!))