Join Date: Jan 2011
Am I my brother's Keeper? [Magina and Terrorblade]
Act 4 Scene 6
They went to the underground steppes, both not even betraying a word to each other.
Terrorblade was deep in thought. The harrowing sound of ghostly premonitions hung about him.
"All hail the Captain of the Sentinels. I am he. What did they mean by mighty General? And general of what? Hordes of undead, or legions of warriors?"
He felt the graveyard chill buffet his face.
"Are these visions of the future or mad hallucinations?"
There was no answer, he decided instead to store them away. There was a more important task at hand.
When they reached the top of the hill, half a day had gone by.
The underground hill was barren and desolate. There was no view of the sky. Only domed rock with jagged spires hung over their heads. There was something on the top of the hill that gave Terrorblade pause.
“Who is this?” he scowled, speaking at long last. There was the skeletal remains of a long deceased elf laid out on a wicked altar engraved with evil runes.
A mixing bowl of ground bone and vials of marrow were drenched in blood and brain.
“One of our warriors, a spy and an archer. In life he was known as the Fletcher, betrayer of his kind. But in undeath, all are brethren under the sway of the Scourge. He will rise to serve us again.”
“So? Is this the help you are offering me? Necromancy? I cannot use magic."
Kel'thuzad shot him a quick knowing look. Terrorblade felt exposed.
"Very well, It is elementary actually, Terrorblade. You can do it even if you are not like your brother, Magina." Kel'thuzad emphasised the names.
Inwardly, Terrorblade gulped. He was caught. He lied that he was "Magina the Terrorblade" to pretend that he was insane.
"Fine, what do you propose, Lich?"
“You can use your powers to bring him back. Actually your talent for drudic life force control is applicable here. Except that you need to go further. The dead do not just need life, they need a driver in the vehicle called their body. You need to either install a spirit in your thrall or you could just take a shortcut and bind their will to yours. Very practical. Some even view it as an alternative form of healing.”
Something inside him argued that it was reprehensible. But Terrorblade pushed it down. Kel'thuzad was a sly snake. Shrewdest of all wild creatures.
"Did your Father really teach you not to learn from any branch of magic?"
"Of course I can learn from any branch of magic! He allows Magina to use the arcane artes," Terrorblade replied, "It is only the forbidden artes like necromancy. For my Father has told me not to practice or even go near such artes for they will destroy me."
"You won't be destroyed. Your father knows your eyes will be opened once you learn of this arte. You will be like him, wielding great power. You can have the power to raise an army. This power is right in front of you! Yours for the taking!"
Terrorblade was hesitant.
“This...reprehensible act... For her safety, it means nothing. But...”
The lich's gaze turned expectant.
“I don't know how to reanimate the dead...” Terrorblade ended, his face inscrutable.
The Lich exhaled a freezing sigh of relief.
“No matter. I will guide your powers,” Kel'thuzad waved his skeletal hand dismissively.
Bile rising up to his throat, Terrorblade stood over the mangled body and tried raising his hands.
“This is disgusting,” he shivered.
“That is just mere misunderstanding between the living and the undying. We are not agents of death. Rather, we encourage life after death,” so spake the undead lich, his fraudulent temptation thus began.
“No sorrow from loss. No suffering from pain. No fear of unfulfilled desires. This is power of necromancy. It is the bridge between the mortal and immortal,”
Kel'thuzad whispered with honeyed words.
“I do not care for it. I just have to save her,” the night elf said, turning his back.
Inside, he was trembling with excitement. This was fascinating stuff. It was too creepy, but he was still curious. What was this magic?
“So you shall have her back. After this little task. Quid pro quo my young friend. The exchange one thing for the another,” Kel'thuzad persuaded.
"How do I start?"
"Simple, search inside yourself. There is a well of power inside you. Waiting to be drawn."
The elf scowled and began searching inside himself for power. He found it and began to draw upon it.
Steadily, power began flowing out from him. Magical energies of a very potent form.
However there was not enough power in himself only.
"I don't have enough." He breathed deeply.
"Then use the skills you demonstrated when you tried to heal your brother. On that battle that day."
"Are you a fool Lich? If you saw that, then you know that it didn't work!"
Poor poor Terrorblade, you do not know the truth after all. The Lich thought.
"Then use your much vaunted druidic teachings. It will give you power need."
Terrorblade tried to use his druidic skills. He communicated with the earth, asking the old things to lend him their strength. They were stubborn. In frustration, he tried to persuade the great winds, but the winds would not heed him. He spoke out to the little beings that crawled the underground. They were too busy living to care.
"Let me have the strength to save her!"
He reached out and stripped the living things of their life. For miles around, worms, beetles, fungi and all manner of blind underground creatures slumped over and died. Their lives stripped away by Terrorblade in his need. The power of their tiny lives gathered all about him.
"Ho ho, excellent. You have grasped the ability to manipulate souls."
Raw primal forces of life built up inside his body. His breath quickened. Driven by curiousity and desire, Terrorblade brushed his hand over the stream of energy pooling about him. It electrified his every senses.
Then he sucked deeply of the energies.
The very core of his body rocked with the sheer volume of power he was taking in. He gritted his teeth to control it. He was inflamed with a bestial delight. There is so much power, he can do anything.
Everything was for his to take with such might he possesses. He would have no lack food or women to sate his appetite. He would have entire kingdoms bow before his armies. He would be honoured among his peers when he and his armies destroy this broken world.
"Yes! Yes! Absolute power!" Terrorblade exulted in bestial esctasy. His neck veins popped from the exertion. sweat broke out from his forehead.
He shuddered violently as stolen energies violently erupted from him. Leaving him feeling terribly spent and desperately craving for more. The ejected energies entwined themselves about Terrorblade himself, like a harlot's embrace.
The shape of the young elf was shrouded in shadowy magicks.
“Good, I will start to create a web of spellwork about the subject. Each would-”
Without his direction, Terrorblade grasped necromancy even better than he expected. Like a conductor of an orchestra, he swirled and turned around the
complex energies with great ease.
All obeyed him docilely and they formed a complex matrix of power aimed at reanimating the corpse.
The skeletal lich watched in amazement.
Terrorblade was no longer animating the dead corpse of the Fletcher. he was wrenching the foul soul of the criminal spy back from the maws of Death and plunging it back into its corpse.
Instead of creating a mindless puppet, the elf had brought back a thinking and living being in the corpse and made it a thrall to his purposes.
Only the Lich King had the power to do that.
Then Terrorblade cried out. A wave of power came out from his body. All about the altar, the dead clawed their way out from their rest. Evil dark powers had animated them. Five thousand dead bodies were brought out from their graves under the dark will of Terrorblade.
The Fletcher got up, cricking and cracking, like it was a thousand years since it stretched those bones. Its eyes burned with evil fires of necromantic
The dead archer got up, strung an arrow into a bow, aimed it at Kel'thuzad and let it go with a loud twang!
Kel'Thuzad gave a yelp as the arrow went through his midnight-blue armour. He plucked it out and cast it aside.
“What is the meaning of this?” Kel'thuzad demanded icily. Even though he could not be harmed by such an arrow, but the impertinence of the young elf was wearing him thin.
“If you even dare cross me once – Bone Clinkz here would put you out of your misery,” Terrorblade narrowed his eyes.
“Very well,” the Lich bowed regally.
"What now?" Terrorblade demanded.
"What else could it be? You upheld the end of your bargain, now my turn. Quid Pro Quo. Quid Pro Quo."
Kel'thuzad led the way into the deep maze of passages. When his young charge was distracted, Kel'thuzad stealthily drew out a small orb and activated it.
"Is he the one?"
“He is the one we have always hoped for,” Kel'thuzad reported to his master.