Endings Or Beginnings by Warneshi

[Keeper Of Lore]

The little rogue slipped down from Bones' back as Lupen gestured for her to enter the guild hall. Syreena frowned at the warlock.

"Why did you bring it here?" she whispered as she reluctantly followed him inside. She moved into the shadows, though she stayed close to Lupen. "Krezinak and Regnanetah are looking for it. They may try to take it from us."

[Keeper Of Lore]

((note: this event occurs during Krezinaks last post in which he starts working at the embassy and speaking in serpent hissess))

Slys'Thok smiled such a simple creature that came before her. Krezinak stood in the embassy, not realizing that at that moment he stood before his grandmother, and that she wanted something from him.

Krezinak searched franticly for the blade, he could not hide his hearts true desire from the eyes that watched him from the shadows. Slys'Thok knew the time was right, she reached out to his mind and kissed it so lightly; such a precious little one she did not wish to harm. The pain that spread out over Krezinak's body was unbareable, it cracked his mind in two and sent his body falling to the ground.

Slys'Thok spoke softly to the young troll that was before her.

"Awake little one, awake and know a true love and your true purpossse."

Krezinak opened his eyes slowly, it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, so full of love and caring, he knew it was only for himself.

"You seek the power that iss your uncle, the power your father wisshed for but could not attain. I see great strength in you, a strength your father would never of posssesssed. I hold the secret to this power you so dessperatly desssire."

She watched as Krezinak smiled at her, he was enthralled, he was hers to command and it had been so easy.

"Return to the world of your people, continue your unclesss work. When the time iss right free him from hiss prissson, help him to defeat hiss enemiesss. He will teach you the secretss of the soul eaterss, the thing your father never had. When he doesss, usse thosse secretsss to desstroy him and become a power even he could not comprehend. You are my new chosssen vasssal Krezinak Sandscalp. Serve me well, or suffer as your uncle hasss."

She watched his eyes grow with hunger for the power she promised. She sent his soul back to his body and watched with great joy as he went about his tasks without question. She called out to her son Warneshi and told him the good news, he was overjoyed.

All the strings were in her hands, and all the marrionettes danced as she wished.

[Keeper Of Lore]

by Trilok

A murmer is heard near the back wall of the halls. A bear rises to meet the newcomers. Walking up to lupen he notices the felhunter, not seeing him too often before, he stands before Traanum putting his nose a hair's length away staring at him, intently and curiously. A few moments pass and he smiles and licks Traanum. Turning to Lupen the crazed bear says, "He hasn't been here since the message."

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"Did Syreena come to play?"

[Keeper Of Lore]

Lupen eyed the bear without a word spoken, he shrugged slightly, and looked back at Traanum. The Felhunter was sniffing the air for magic and mana arcane, it was not to be found. Lupen became annoyed and turned toward Syreena, motioning her forth.

The Warlock concentrated his mind to the Nether, he spoke out to Warneshi, "Brother, Shadowflame is not to be found. Trilok is here and seemes oblivious to the act. Shall I ignore him, or use him in this task? Furthermore, are more Grims to come to our aid?"

[Keeper Of Lore]

Warneshi listened as Lupen reached out to him.

"Warneshi seekss to return for the good of all The Grim, any that wissh to help are free to do so. Seek them out, more alliesss Lupen."

Warneshi was convinced that Lupen could handle the task and quickly turned his attention back to another being he held great interest in.

It had come to his attention that Slys'Thok had provided him with the perfect sacrifice with which to allow Warneshi to enter the world again. It needed to be someone of his blood, and closely tied to Warneshi in many ways. He choice had been brilliant. Given life again (without memory of his previous life) was Worneshi Sandscalp, who even as Warneshi plotted, was porving himself worthy to the horde within Durator.

Worneshi would be usefull for latter, but Warneshi required results now. He let his will seep from the blade out into the world. He hunted for what was years to him, but minutes to Azeroth. Finding his target Warneshi focused and called into his mind.

"Regnanetah...why would you doubt Warneshi?"

[Keeper Of Lore]

by Guduk

Guduk sits quietly on the ground, a sigh escaping his lips as he starts to pull off his Might Helm and remove the braids in his beard.

His mind wanders as he looks out off the cliffs of Thunder Bluff, seeing the star filled sky meeting the surrounding mountain ranges that protect his homeland.

Spotting a blade of long grass nearby, his mind focuses again and he reaches out and pulls it from the ground and sticks it in his mouth, chewing slowly on one end as he straightens his beard and begins to work on his braids once more.

Seperating his beard into 4 long strands he starts to move them into a rythmic pattern and holding them tight. Over, inside, flip, over, inside, flip...
Set in the pattern, Guduk lets his mind wander once more, thoughts of the day and what is to come. Frain and Necrosis leaving the guild, the approching Core run, so many people going their own seperate ways.

People disappearing, others being so secretive. Hektar has not been seen for days, Warneshi for even longer.

Guduk frowns as his large fingers continue to move "Warneshi.. Hektar.. i wonder if they are related" he sighs and shakes his head at the possibility.

The Glory that Guduk has been seeking is slow in coming, he may be a good warrior, a lead Vanguard, but still no slaying of recognized Dragons, still no crying of his name when he walks the streets of Orgrimmar.

He glances down at his newly aquired weapon, a bear claw with razor talons, light and fast, good for a quick and nasty brawl, it will serve him well. So much like a druids claw, it reminds him of Trilok in his bear form.

Guduk ties off his braid as he finishes, his eyes fixed on the claw weapon. he reaches over to pick it up and slide it onto his hand and his eyes close for a moment as a wave of calw washes over him. Druid magic? could it still linger on such a weapon?

Something to approch Trilok about maybe...

[Keeper Of Lore]

by Emmons

Emmons slowly awoken, the all too-damned familiar *fwap fwap* of tiny wings beating over his head.
"Shoo."
The tiny whelpling did not move.
"Shoo.
No dice. Emmons finally got up, batted at the flying nuisance a few times, and realize he had fallen asleep on the guildhall roof again. After a few moments, he processed it...the whelps were coming back to him. Emmons' eyes grew rather large at this realization, knowing the blackouts would come back soon as well.

He heard things beneath him though. There was no scheduled meeting, someone was up to something, and Emmons would be damned if there was a party going on and he was not invited. Remaining silent, Emmons shimmied over to where the roof hung over the wall, secured himself with some rope, and crept over, hanging like an arachnid just above the window, to see what was going on.

Lupen...Trilok...Syreena was there too, and what was this? Warneshi's sword! Why that would certainly fetch a grand price on the market...if only he could trick Syreena into delivering it into his hands...however there would not be much time to think on this, as soon Emmons was unconscious dangling from the roof, surrounded by the three whelplings, with the sound of two giant bronze wings drawing near.

[Keeper Of Lore]

by Ashagga

Ashagga stepped from one of the back rooms, sliding her thrash blade into its scabbard at her hip. Her good eye panned over the small gathering, and she smiled at Syreena.

"Anyt'ing I c'n 'elp wi'?"

[Keeper Of Lore]

After many hours of work Krezinak had finally gotten the embassy back into shape. Papers stacked, drawers organized all seemed to be in order. With not much left to do Krezinak decide to head to the Grim hall to see what was planed for the weeks to come.

Many things had wracked Krezinaks mind since he left the nether. "Although I know Uncle will be releassed from the nether grandmother forgot to mention as to how or when, But that iss none of my worry she ssaid I would be informed when it wass time." "Wait! ahhh...yess the corpsse...hmmm what wass hiss name?... Lupen, he owess uncle a great debt he will be the one to help releasse him, he iss tied greatly to the nether as well." "Sso in order to releasse uncle I musst firsst get a hold of the blade and then I musst take it to Lupen."

Kreziank arrived at the guild hall and opened the door, to his suprise both Syreena and Lupen were standing in front of him. "Yess just who i wass looking for."

[Keeper Of Lore]

((Emmons, you are a Noob who doesn't read posts. Reg is NOT with the others in the guild hall, they're just there looking for him.))

Regna-N'Etah looked around at his current surroundings, though they were not the most accommodating of places, it was probably the safest for him to be here now. He scowled at the fact of his research being interrupted due to him going into hiding, but there was nothing to do about it. With Warneshi returning, he had begun to plan, but when his message to the Grim disappeared, he had feared it might be too late for himself, knowing that if Warneshi already had the allies within the Grim, he had to move fast to save himself. He had abandoned his normal home and laboratory, as Warneshi knew where that was, and begun preparations to go into hiding.

He had originally thought of hiding among the Cenarions, using their regard for him to his advantage, but everyone knew how he had curried their favor, it was far too obvious a place for him to be. Then is struck him...a place he had had one of his hirelings set up long ago for another purpose. He had kept it stocked for long term use in case it had been needed again, no point in wasting a resource, and none would seek him there. He chuckled as he thought of ways to slip past the guardians of the place and get deep inside. Once inside, he would be safe, protected by those same guardians, and if the guardians were bothered by someone seeking him out under Warneshi's orders...well, the fighting above would alert him and give him enough time to escape. If hiding didn't work, living on the run might.

He had ignored the whispers that claimed to be from Warneshi, he had no time to be distracted, using all his control to guard his thoughts, and keep his mind his own. He had warned Zuruzuru about Warneshi before he left, but the fool still wanted to talk to him. There goes one possible ally down the drain. He would either be subverted or killed it seemed.

Setting the past aside, Regna-N'Etah looked to the future. there was little to do in here, besides work on the few books he was able to bring. a research project that might aid him in this task. No one knew where he was besides his lab assistant, and few Grims had ever met the assistant. Him, and others that Reg kept employed, would be Reg's eyes and ears for now, keeping an eye out, passing on messages, and doing the work in the outside world that needed doing while Reg waited within his hideout preparing for the coming confrontation.

[Keeper Of Lore]

Lupen looked around at the Grims in the Hall. He began to feel a bit sick, enclosed, trapped. He reached back for the sword, he felt twisted, he wanted to cut a path out of his cage. He then changed his dispostion and slowly withdrew the blade. "This..." the Forsaken began, "...Is Sul'thraze The Lasher, a paragon of power of the Sandfury Empire, Warneshi's Empire. As you all probably know, Warneshi has gone missing, he is trapped in the Nether. Slys'Thok has taken her son, the Tyrant back. This blade is but a key, a door, a portal to Warneshi's prison." Lupen stopped for a moment, eyeing the runes on the blade. He motioned toward Syreena. "Dear Syreena found the blade, and took it for safekeeping. It is now time to use it. Grims, Warneshi himself has spoken to me. We must find Regna-N'Etahm he will be vital in the summoning."

Lupen closed his eyes and grunted. "Go." the Dread Mage whispered.

[Keeper Of Lore]

*Trilok's Fur Begins to rustle.. moving around.. until they are standing on end.. and stay in such a way for moments longer than generally noticed*

*The curious bear's look turns serious as smoke begins to engulf his position. The fur changes color and become finer, smoother, softer. His front paws lift from the ground as his tail grows in length. Soon none can be seen through the smoke, but when it dissipates, Trilok remains. Standing. In his Tauren form... still with a serious look upon his face*

"LUPEN!" he calls out, his voice echoing through the halls.
"Unhand the sword." pausing briefly...
... "Now." he commands.

"Rest it on the floor, and let no one enter nor leave this room."

His hooves line up one nearly behind the other as his body now no longer directly faces the dread mage... only partially. Breathing deeply, the dust in the room is seen being blown about. His physical training is seen as he bounces ever so slightly in his stance ready to move at a moment's notice, and his muscles.. being the point of attention one would only make out in a glance.. A strong, 'hulking' Tauren. He waits for the dread mage's response.. be it words, actions, or magic.

[Keeper Of Lore]

Growling, Warneshi was prepared for blood. No one would stand in his way, especially some tauren. Warneshi reached into Lupens mind.

"Thiss one iss selfissh he doess not see with the eyess of an ally, but with the eyess of one who seekss the power of thiss blade. He musst not have it, for hisss spirit would be corrupted and twissted."

Satisfied that his command would be followed, Warneshi then reached out to Trilok.

"Tauren, why iss it that the one time Warneshi needss you, you find a way to stand in the way? Lupen seekss to free Warneshi from hiss prisson, not desstroy the world. Regnanetah for once doess not undersstand the full implicationss of hiss actionss. Let Lupen continue hiss work, do not judge Warneshi now, do so when you can see him again, free of thiss curssed blade."

Warneshi waited for the taurens action.

[Keeper Of Lore]

Still agile.. still standing...

*Trilok snorts like any bull would.. only in this case it was for a purpose*
"BE GONE!" and Trilok forcefully wills the Tyrant out of spirit and out of mind.

"Spirits of the Unseen, Seek out Reg-N'Etah, Alert him of what I have found. The blade, The voice, and that Lupen may be following the actions of a demon for he may not know the way." His eyes shift to meet Lupen's as he finishes his call.

"Lupen..."

"If you believe you know the way, then Set... The Sword.... Down. Rushing will not bring the Tyrant back. You can try and be stopped by others, or you can stop, release the hold, and figure things out on your own."

[Keeper Of Lore]

At Lupen's side, Syreena emerged from the shadows. She offered a distracted smile in greeting to the others there, but she cringed when she heard Krezinak. Staying very close to the Dread Mage, she looked at Trilok with suprise and some disappointment.

"Warneshi is trapped. We have to bring him back," she explained. "He is a Grim, and our friend. He needs our help."