[[History Lesson Story Contest]] Caer Darrow & the Scholomance

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Yichimet
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[[History Lesson Story Contest]] Caer Darrow & the Scholomance

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Caer Darrow is the seat of the Scholomance. The keep is filled with the death-magic of the Scourge, and should serve as a lesson in the betrayal the pinkskins make on each other. The Barov family "owned" this land--much of the eastern kingdom, in fact--bought with their gold coin. However, for some purpose--to gain the favor of the Scourge's masters, perhaps, or to see a life everlasting--they turned their family hold over to the necromancers of the plague. A school was formed, and that school was the end of the Barov line.

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However, there is more ancient history here. A blood elven magister swore to me once that there was a runestone on the very spot. The Old Horde knows something about this story…when the orcs invaded the island, they took this powerful magic for their own. Is there still some of its power here? Is it this power that brings the necromancers here? Do they draw from it to commit crimes against nature and the Spirits?

There is history here, Grim--history we should remember, history we should discover. Find me the stories of this place, and bring them to me before we come together again.

~Yichimet the Seer, Keeper of the Mandate
(( This is a story contest! I'm aping much of our former Keeper's experiments with format and function here, because I thought it worked well (but was severely under-participated).

There will be a prize(s) for the contest. The prize(s) will depend on how many people enter. If I can get ten or more different players (not characters by the same player!) to enter a story in this contest, there will be three prizes. Less than ten, there will be two. If ten people enter, the prizes will be: 1st, a [wowitem]Primordial Saronite[/wowitem]; 2nd, a [wowitem]Glacial Bag[/wowitem]; 3rd, an epic gem of your choice. If less than ten people enter, it will be the [wowitem]Glacial Bag[/wowitem] 1st, gem 2nd. (I'm hoping this gives you motivated people a reason to encourage your equally creative but less motivated friends to join the contest.)

For Reference:

Start with the WoWwiki page on Caer Darrow

Possible starting points:
  • Many of our characters have personal interactions with Caer Darrow and its inhabitants--use these as your story. For instance, some of our older orcs may have knowledge of the invasion of Caer Darrow. Some of the Forsaken may have come from the area.
  • Your character may have heard a story about the history of the place, and can relate that in a story. For instance, some of our elves may know the story of the runestone and how it came to be there.
  • Just be creative! As long as it relates to the subject matter, it's good with me.
Rules and limitations:

These are copied directly from the last story contest we held, because they're good.

1. You may work together and present something collaborative along with other Grim, but you may need to split the prize between you if you decide to do so.

2. Any form will do--text, art (if you would rather draw than write), verse, some combination.

3. Make sure whatever you come up with is not counter-Mandate, as well as has some relation back to the subject matter: Caer Darrow, Scholomance, and the area.

4. Keep it to an R rating. As long as it's acceptable in a public movie theater, it should be fine.

5. Submissions can be made through a post in the Gallow's End (ideally, respond to this thread!) or by PM to me sometime before the deadline, which will be forthcoming shortly when I find out when our next guild meeting will be.

6. BMR alts are allowed to play, especially if their back story is more fitting for the contest.
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Yichimet
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Re: [[History Lesson Story Contest]] Caer Darrow & the Scholomance

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(( And a note on the deadline: I haven't set one yet, but will by the end of the week. It will be by the time we have another guild meeting, hopefully in one month. ))
Eternalnight
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Re: [[History Lesson Story Contest]] Caer Darrow & the Scholomance

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((I hope we consider some members of Scholomance still alive and in this world...))


Eternalnight was a bit impressed by the disguise she currently wore.  Myranda had done an amazing job with the physical and magical bindings to create an almost real appearance.  She was now, completely covered to look like a student of the dark arts.  She was now human..but a male (gender meant nothing to Eternalnight, almost as worthless a trait as skin covering itself.)  She strode through the Scholomance vestibule, trying to both look confident, and nondescript. 

As she rounded a corner in one of the several libraries, she heard her target.  Darkpool.  He was scolding one of the minions of the dark magic for dropping something or other, and threatening his very existence...Eternalnight took the posture of servitude, and awaited him to be alone.

"Oh powerful one...A moment if I may.."  Darkpool turned on her and squinted his glowing eyes. He growled..."Go away little one..." 
"I seek to tell you of someone that follows you...on a Red Path..."  The reference to Darrowshire should get his attention. 

He returned his gaze to her.  "You don't sound like a student here..."

"I merely posses a bit of information that has randomly come my way, and it is for you to have, and for me to forget Oh powerful one..If you will see this note..."

Eternalnight moved close to Darkpool with a small scrap of paper.  She wanted to be standing right beside him.  The note was easy enough.  If was Eternalnight's own writing that stated

                The offspring of Redpath is hunting Darkpool.  She is currently housed in the frozen lands of Wintergrasp collecting a band of soldiers to storm after him.  He should be by surprise, and unsuspecting.  She will work with the Scarlet Crusade, the rebanded Silver Hand, and other mercenaries..

Eternalnight had purposefully trailed the words off to make it look like the paper had been torn and stolen from a journal.  Really, she had written this note yesterday.  Jessica Redpath was in for a surprise if Darkpool decided to meet up with her.

She stood next to Darkpool as he read the text...she deftly, carefully, slipped a small blade out of her robe, and reached behind him...there were three....hairs?...that were protruding.  I need but the smallest scrap of his being....just the smallest scrap...Eternalnight flicked the blade, caught the hairs, and tucked it all within her robe.

Darkpool looked at her again.  "Interesting, but the pups of the fallen are little concern to what we do here! Return to your studies!  Be out of my sight!".  He walked down the hall...as he got almost out of ear shot, she heard him yell "You two, send a message!  I must take a short leave from this place to Kalimdor! Go!  Send it to Gandling now!"

Eternalnight smirked...time to go.  She strode again out of the courtyard, into the remnants of Caer Darrow.  There was little left...blacken stone, splintered timber, and even a few old bones here at there.  Eternalnight took from inside her robes a small device...a small orb with mists and vapor that swirled inside...she focused on it....focus....focus....

Do you have it?  All I need is a small scrap...just a bit of him...."  The ghost was in front of her again..this was one of the wandering souls of the Darrow.  Eternalnight had stumbled across him while hunting through some old texts and art in the Darrow, and somehow, she had been able to see, and hear him.  Eternalnight realized that this ghost had knowledge she needed for a task, and the ghost realized that she had power to help him
"I need only the smallest scrap of Darkpool to set myself free...Gods..to be free...I will tell you anything...anything..for just the smallest scrap of him..."

"Aye, shade, I have that you seek." She pulled out the hairs...he reached, but she pulled back.  "Information. Now." 

"You seek..to know...of love, lost, pain, eternal pain...the name...the name of suffering...forever......Lys....now please....PLEASE!!"

Eternalnight dropped the hairs to the ghost's spectral hand.  He seemed to exhale a massive sigh....and relax...he began to fade...fade....fade..and was no more.

Eternalnight began to leave.  She found her Hawkstrider at the edge of the shore. As she mounted, she made notes about finding...Lys.....hmm...Goldshire?  No...Grand Hamlet...er...Darkshire....that might do...

Eternalnight thought briefly about the shade again..and it hit her.  She had taken hairs from the back of Marduk Darkpool..to give to.....Magistrate Marduk....

She might not be done with this just yet.
Yichimet
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Re: [[History Lesson Story Contest]] Caer Darrow & the Scholomance

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(( Next guild meeting is March 1, so the deadline is February 28. ))
Frygyd
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Re: [[History Lesson Story Contest]] Caer Darrow & the Scholomance

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"Frya ... Greebo calls will you not answer?" The summonings tugged at her senses and although oddly formal for the usually blunt Warlock the familiar dark calling offered a break in the monotony of her cool reveries and so she could conjure no reason to decline his request.  With a condoning mental signal the connection of the demonic pact was completed and she felt the warm tingling of a warlocks summons wash through her form with tantalizing dark promise.  Indulging the momentary surrender her green eyes slowly close to savor the taste of black magicks she had cooly turned her back upon those many years long past.  Always there was the dark song whose deft fingertips plucked coaxingly at the yearning chords of her spirit, silkily offering, smiling madly with unhinged demonic glee and no strings attached for but a little while simply giving in a little to the raw dark power which waits there eagerly for the taking by those special few marked with the talent and the raw talent is there and you can feel its sweet pulling and you want this so badly as your need builds so sweetly and you need this so greatly and why do you ...

".. fight it." she gasped out as her body shuddered into existence at its destination.  With her cool green eyes closed tight she took a long moment to compose herself before looking about at her peers, an excuse for her outburst already upon her stern lips.

Yet none of her peers were in this room.

Purple cowled and robed persons formed a perfect circle about her. The thought was barely registered before her staff appeared in her clenched left hand, fingers white from immediate tension, the length of the arcane object crackled and hissed with contained power. Someone in the room began to speak but their voice was drowned out as the mageling slammed the butt of her staff against the stone ground summoning a screaming of unleashed arctic forces which exploded outward from the Bloodelf mage in a breath taking fast-expanding halo of turbulent freezing air.

The frost nova did not reach the circle of robed figures surrounding her but instead rebounded off an invisible barrier a mere inch from their slippered feet.  Frya's dark hair blew about her head and face wildly for a few moments before the environmental effects of the spell dissipated.

"You are held within a circle of magic." explained the interrupted voice.

Without pausing Frya's staff slipped into the crook of her arm, fingers already gesturing and summoning the energies to take her away, "The outer layer of the circle blocks physical and magical movement." continued the voice before her lengthy teleportation could be completed but with a deeper frown to her elven lips she finished the spell anyway only to find the words to be true. Nothing happened.  She remained in the circle.

"You will never leave the Scholomance but your participation in our experiment is appreciated. We will dispose of you quickly as part of our thanks." the voice was moving away as it spoke, "Your body will make a fine construct servant.  My apprentices will hold the circle while I report this success.  Another tool for the scourge to use." a soft and hissing chuckle, "Some fine tuning will need to be done to be able to summon specific persons but imagine how wonderful it will be to merely summon our most powerful enemies here to their deaths under the guise of answering a comrades call." then there was the slamming finality of double doors closing as the voice left the room.

The following silence was deafening.

Turning in a slow and unhurried circle Frya took the measure of the six apprentices who stood in solemn vigil about the summoning circle.  Their unblinking wizened eyes stared back at the Bloodelf without emotion, faces pale and haggard from the rigors of necromancy, the strain of their art having stripped any joy or sense of life from their features.  These were the hand picked and very best at their trade and they had most likely lied, stolen and killed other peers for the honor to be at this pivotal moment in their schools future.  Apprentices who participated in this ritual would make them Masters of their peers.

"Gormok the Impaler ... Acidmaw ... Dreadscale ... Icehowl ..." she quietly began listing off names, "Are but a few I have humbled." she continued her slow turning matching her fierce green eyes with the unblinking pale stares of the apprentices, "Eydis Darkbane ... Fjola Lightbane ... Anub'arak ... and ..." she paused before adding, "... Lord Jaraxxus ..." a name that would be well known to those who had recently researched summoning arts which dabbled in demonology.  She was rewarded with a blink from one of the faces.  The weak link.  She continued on her listing menacingly, her voice lifting higher in volume with each name, "The Mistresses of pain broken to their knees ... felflame infernals scattered like pebbles ..." she noted a bead of sweat trickling down the brow of the weak link as her voice gained in volume with the telling "But these are old victories. I hunger for more worthy sport from the Lich Kings citadel such as ... Lord Morrowgar ... Lady DeathWhisper ..." the names were beating down upon the apprentices like physical blows, "... Muradin Bronzebeard ... Deathbringer Saurfang ... and his pet bloodbeasts ..." If pale men could grow paler the apprentices might have, "The twisted pets of Professor Putricide himself I have disemboweled and rent their limbs to the four corners of their cages!" With precise timing she turned her gaze and then body to face the sweating apprentice her wild green eyes blazing in the depths of his pale lifeless orbs, "Now I come for you."  She took one single step forward filled with malignant promise and the apprentice staggered back.  The circle was broken.

Smiling without a hint of humor reaching her cold green eyes she coo'ed, "Fear and discipline. Two peas in a pod."

The Scholomance shuddered with her unleashed rage.
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Yichimet
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Re: [[History Lesson Story Contest]] Caer Darrow & the Scholomance

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(( Less than a week!--you have until 11:59PM, Sunday 28. ))
Yichimet
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Re: [[History Lesson Story Contest]] Caer Darrow & the Scholomance

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(( 3 days! ))
Yichimet
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Re: [[History Lesson Story Contest]] Caer Darrow & the Scholomance

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(( Closed--I'll be sending the winners their goods in the next few days and posting the next contest then. Thanks for everyone who participated! ))
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