To Rebuild. To Bridge the Fel.
Down In A Hole.
Suspicions at Bloodstar Brewery.
The breaking of the second gem.
Lupinum's demise.
There are many other smaller stories that contribute, but the dismissal of Khorvis's call for action may have been the final straw. ]]
The High Inquisitor marched down the Grim Halls to the sanctum of Felmancer Malhavik. He was in such a state that there was no knock or consideration for the warded door.
[Malhavik]: Lasher? What a wonderful suprise.
[Khorvis]: Aka'mogosh, Brother Malhavik.
[Malhavik]: What brings you to my humble quarters?
Khorvis glances about Malhavik's sanctum, obviously unseeing of his surroundings. There is a deep concern on his brow which consumes his thoughts.
[Khorvis]: I do be troubled my nightmares, Reaper.
[Malhavik]: Nightmares hmm? Do go on.
[Khorvis]: In the visions in the little sleep that I do find, I do be surrounded by ...
Malhavik tilts his head in curiosity.
Khorvis stumbles, rubbing his head, his hand waving away any help. "Ah ... by thal'kituun. They do be all round my flanks."
Malhavik stands and looks about the room inquisitively.
[Malhavik]: Khorvis my good man you're delusional!
[Khorvis]: Do I be? The unseen threats do close in every night, slicing through each of our wards and carrying off those few still loyal to the Mandate.
[Khorvis]: Brother Lupinum...
[Malhavik]: Oh yes... I have been recently looking into Lupinums misfortune.
[Malhavik]: Rest assured the culprit will be apprehended!
[Khorvis]: Aye? What did you uncover? It MUST run deeper than just some arrogant Alliance dog!
Khorvis slams a fist into his palm.
[Malhavik]: Well the damned fool is lying for some reason I cannot fathom.
[Malhavik]: Though we did find out a good deal about who he was with the night he went missing.
[Malhavik]: Some very strange events took place.
Khorvis grunts at that. "First the High Inquisitor Aureliya. Then the taladite of my eye. Now Brother Lupinum."
[Malhavik]: How is your eye by the way?
[Khorvis]: It does pain me some days. With the socket bare, the wind can sting, and betimes maggots do find their home in my flesh. But it do be a small price to pay for my very life. For that I do thank you, Brother.
You nod at Malhavik.
[Malhavik]: T'was my pleasure good Khorvis.
[Malhavik]: Would you mind if I took a look at it? I would hate for your... erratic behavior to be linked to something of our creation.
[Khorvis]: I would be a pale one full of shame if I did not confess that in part this do be my reason for the visit.
[Malhavik]: Is that so? Well I am not as skilled in the machanil aspects of it as some others. But I can probe for any weaknesses in the magical augmentation.
Malhavik bends close to get a good look, his veil plastering its grimy self over Khorvis' face.
[Malhavik]: Hmm. This won't do.
Khorvis grunts with mild discomfort as the felmancer pokes and prods. "No matter in that. Your work did be the most important link that night. It did be my spirit that needed anchoring."
Malhavik snaps a soul shard and calls forth his watcher.
[Khorvis]: I do wonder how deep this conspiracy does run through our ranks ... I begin to question even the orders of the Commander.
[Malhavik]: Morgok here, is a master of perception.
Khorvis nods unconcernedly to the observer.
Malhavik withdaws a several instruments from his robes and begins widening the aperture.
[Malhavik]: You may feel some pressure...
Khorvis grunts as the bones remaining in his face are tested. "If only I did be able to see through the lies and deceptions of those who would claw down the Mandate from within..."
Malhavik continues to speak as he works on the device." Their eyes are very special. The very liquid containing them hold properties of magical sight."
[Malhavik]: If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to place a liquid producing gland above the device in your skull.
[Malhavik]: If all goes well it should keep the device coated, resulting in a new sight.
[Khorvis]: May be this will also keep at bay those festering maggots...
[Malhavik]: I suspect it would.
[Khorvis]: Do what be necessary for our great purpose, brother felmancer.
Khorvis tilts his head back and grinds his teeth with one eye shut.
Malhavik turns to the demon, and casually plucks out an eye. The demon, hisses and bears its wicked teeth but remains motionless.
Khorvis gives the observer an absentminded if affectionate tug on a drooping tentacle.
Malhavik diggs around in teh demons empty socket until he produces yellow slimy gland, which he then carefully eases into Khorvis' eye hole.
[Malhavik]: I'm sure it will sting for a few days while it bonds to your flesh.
[Malhavik]: And I'm not entirely certain what new sights you will gain, I would appreciate detailed updates.
Malhavik leans back inspecting his work.
Khorvis snarls as the visceral fluid binds to the upper inside of his eye socket. The flesh warps and shifts, taking on a sickly purple and greenish cast. "Stings like a bloody razorlash!"
Malhavik lets out a hearty chuckle.
[Malhavik]: I could give you a few herbs to ddull the pain if you wish.
Khorvis backs away from the "surgeon" and shakes his head.
[Khorvis]: My senses do not need dulling at this crucial time, brother.
Malhavik points to a gem in chest of his robes.
[Malhavik]: Have a look.
Khorvis raises his gaze to Malhavik's veil. A green light flashes within the eldritch device and Khorvis 'sees' more than he had before thought possible.
[Khorvis]: I do see the distant memory of a brother warrior ... no. A brother of a brother? Fear. Nothing but fear.
Malhavik claps excitedly for you.
[Malhavik]: Wonderful news! To see fear, is a powerful tool.
[Khorvis]: Do this be the gift of your dae'mon, felmancer?
[Malhavik]: I'd be lying if I didn't say I worked a little of my own magics.
Khorvis crosses his arms but does not seem angry. More calculating, and part impressed.
[Malhavik]: Though the ability to see fear, I suspect is the demons work.
[Malhavik]: We'll have to wait and see if my gift takes root.
[Khorvis]: You did be wrong of one part.
[Malhavik]: Oh?
[Khorvis]: The pain do be gone. The sting I can not even remember.
Khorvis cracks his neck as the green light disappates.
[Malhavik]: How unexpected.
Khorvis rubs his jaw. "May be some flesh of the felmancer Akorharil's pet do be writhing for me. It do be no concern of mine."
Khorvis rubs his jaw. "May be some flesh of the felmancer Akorharil's pet do be writhing for me. It do be no concern of mine."
[Malhavik]: Writhing hmm? You may want to have that looked into Khorvis.
[Malhavik]: Playing with demons can have drastic consequences.
Khorvis rips a snort that could carry the whole of the Great Sea were it snot.
[Malhavik]: When... Did you start learning Eruden?
[Khorvis]: Eredun? What do be this?
[Malhavik]: A language that does not belong on your tongue.
[Malhavik]: Twice now I've heard it part from your lips.
[Khorvis]: Then you do need to have the seers check your hearthstone for interference. May be the echo of the Dark Portal be causing some static.
[Khorvis]: I do speak Orcish, Common, and some Ogre.
[Khorvis]: This Eredun be foreign to my tongue.
Malhavik stares at Khorvis in silent thought.
[Malhavik]: I see... Have you seen Akorharil of late?
[Malhavik]: I have want to speak with him.
[Khorvis]: The last time I did lay eyes on that felmancer, he did be worming some plot amongst the Supplicants. Harmless felmancer plotting, to empower his dae'mons, I do wager. But I did not need the headache, and sent the warlock packing.
[Malhavik]: Ah yes I recall.
[Malhavik]: Well then, should you have any concerns, no matter how small, about your augments please see me at once.
Khorvis reclasps his helm and feedbag with a muffled grunt.
[Khorvis]: Once again, I do be in your debt, Reaper Malhavik.
[Malhavik]: I fear there may have been some side effects we did not anticipate.
[Khorvis]: Fear do be the last of our worries. I will see it coming!
You cackle maniacally at Malhavik.
[Malhavik]: Yes, of course.
[Khorvis]: Peace, Malhavik. Until our flesh do fail us, and haunting we do go to Stormwind.
Khorvis gives Malhavik a salute that covers his good eye.
[Malhavik]: Farewell then Lasher, see our enemies with certainty.
Malhavik bows down graciously.
