[RP] Darkness calls

Since she was but a tiny child the shadows called to her, she saw creatures always where others coul;dnt and they beckoned and whispered, as she grew older and more powerful , always they were there.
Always the voices and the one guiding voice, never demanding ,always subtely suggesting, always powerfully suggesting. Elryia had walked her own path , met the calling of an ancient order but the voice of this order , far older still was always there in her mind.
Would they know ? she had covered her tracks from the blood lord ? possibly , spies everywhere. The shadows held voices for him too and she knew he heard them only too well, for a while she had kept her scent from the Troll hunter , she would know surely.
Her battle sister the lightgiver ... surely she had an inkling , one who followed the light so strictly would surely pick up the fel energies building up inside her, but there was no inkling as they fought side by side for control of Warsong. The dark calling that held sway over Elryia for all her life was taking control. Deep in a cave at Blackfathom she started the ritual.
Her servant Gratefull had only been too happy to provide the regents , a heart of every race on Azeroth, he had taken the undeads first, then every other regardless of faction had been killed expertly if not gleefully, as always only happy to carry out his next murderous assignment.
In the blue flames of a Fel brazier she dropped each heart in order uttering her incantions finishing each with a drop of her blood then finally the sacrifice of her demon, Khuuzhuum , if it were possible she had almost grown fond of the felhound.
The blue flames grew dark and the brazier melted into a black pool on the ground slowly forming a tunnel into the dark depths , a force pulling her towards it. Doubt and fear grew in her as she was pulled towards the blackness and as it enveloped her she heard that voice and put a face to it. an old foe and an old freind ...... Mal Ganis

Making a circle around himself, the Blood Lord stired up some dust from the ground. Looking deep into the dust flowing in the wind, his mind traveled elsewhere. Glimpses of his younger ages, the wars, the glory, the honor. However he snapped out of it quick enough when his memory led him to the parts of decieption, lies...the betrayal. Once again his shadowfilled eyesockets payed attention to what he was doing. Keeping the realms powers at bay demanded he do this once every half year at the exact same time. After he completed the circle he sat down in it, breaking a few twigs and litt a small fire infront of him.

The flames licked upwards playfully, his eyes once again drifting into the flames...thoughts bringing him to his initiation of the order, how he had been given his rank. For countless years he had been the shepard of the order, answering only to the council of five, council of grey. In their wisdom he had initiated all who now served the order trustfully, with courage, wits and skill. However there was one that had caught his eye more so than others.

"...Elryia." - he whispers softly to the wind.

Ever since his incident in the raging fires of the chasm beneath Orgrimmar, the darkness within him has grown. The order helped him to master what he had become, but he was set uneasy by Elryias pressence. He had seen her grow from her younger years near Silvermoon, master her demons, journeyed on paths few would survie. She had indeed become strong in her more mature years.

When night came, laying its carpet of darkness across the sky, he rose. The fire burned out - the circle now clowing faintly in a dark bloodred color. He smiled to himself as he coverd it with dirt. Walking back into the shadows of the forrests, one of his crows landed on his shoulder. It was Munin - his stormcrow. Attatched to his leg was a message from Lord Dragonhawk, the message said the following.

"Darkness approaches"

If someone was there to witness it, they would swear they saw a gimpse of somthing resembling a smile spread across the Lords face..

Deep inside her prison, for that was what it had become. A moment of lucidity sweapt over her, a note YES that was it , left with her servant girl in the last few weeks before the darkness had taken over completely , with a small incantation to sheild her mind from the demonic prescences around her (tormenting them had grown wearisome of late) she tried to remember back to a small child , something she had given to one of the shadow beings. A note to her servant , fire and darkness gripped her mind , sanity slipping away quickly as it had come. She rose up and began the next ritual, the next instruction, the last few minutes thought gone back to that last vestige that was once Elryia.


Deep in the undercity a young Blood Elf had been pondering the last few days, too quiet , no word from the lady. No post , no instructions, occasionally she had cause to do business with the rogue Gratefull but her errands had gotten strange of late, something was wrong she had felt for a long time now at the mailbox she had this. A package and a note , with trembling hands she read the note and fear grew quickly inside her. This was more than an errand , it was a decision and indeed a dangerous one, a delivery to the Order of the Night but how? Shout out his name ,after all in the Undercity he might hear it, and later down in a dark alleyway doubtless the delivery would make its way safe but with a blade through her first. Maybe the Palladins both Blood elves would be an easier way , possibly.
Cursing her mistress she walked into the ruins of Lorderon with a heavy heart and a troubled mind, the weight of a small package feeling like that of a mountain.

Sitting atop an ancient broken tomb the younger servant girl dared to open the package, a long scroll and a small silver key... it read

I as Elryia Darkblood make one last act to serve the Order of the Night, the ability to hide my thoughts from that which speaks to me is growing weaker, many times i am not my own master , times of darkness where i can see but i cannot control what i do, if this scroll should reach the order then whomever reads it must act quickly, the key opens a small bank vault, it holds my scrolls , journals ,spells and through my long research and dedication in alchemy a phial of fel poison, the nameless one had me dispatch two demonic assasins at a time where it had control, they will not be killed by conventional means - your hope Blood Lord if this reaches you is to get that phial , It wants something you *stole* deep under Orgrimmar and it will stop at nothing to take it. Also there is something lost to me in memory, something in my papers or books may give a clue , something i gave to a creature of shadow as a child which gives it power over me, i beleive myself fallen into darkness but there maybe a way to reverse , if not, when we meet again i ask but one favour, that my end be swift.
Make haste ! there is little time. The whiole Order is in danger!
Elryia



Deep in Tirisfall a small tear in the fabric of reality breifly emits two shadows, they stopp to the ground, sniffing then move with purpose swiftly with intent.

Sitting in the quietness of the ruins the servant girl heard a rustling and startled, looked around quickly but it was just an old page of the Goblin Gazzette blowing in the wind. She began to wish she had taken the job clearing up the arenas after all when a soft whisper in her ear sent a chill down her spine .
"I beleive you have something intended for me" , as she turned around and looked into the cold dead eyes under the hood she wished once again she had just gone and worked for the Goblins.

Glaring deep into the eyes of the young girl, the Lord once again speaks..

"Fear not girl, if we came for your head, you would not notice. Now, hand me that package.."

The girl brings forth a shiverirng hand, clasping the scroll and key. She then surenders it to the glaws of the Blood Lord.

"Darkness keep you child.." - was the last the girl heard before looking into a deep purlpe cloud, and darkness fell. The Lord made his way to Badlands, he had summoned Lord Dragonhawk there to plan the details of their next step. The sand blowing through the wind made Nershaan think deep into his past. The searing pain he felt deep inside the chasms of Orgrimmar while carrying the relic. The unseen scars from it. The powers he now possessed, the eternal battle to keep controll. He snapped out of it at the sensation of the Dark Templar closing. He turned and went down into the crypt again and waited by the bonfire inside. Few minutes later the Dark Templar appeared infront of him.

The Lord rose and greeted his most loyal guard welcome, then started to brief him about the note, the key, the phial needed. He handed the key to Lord Dragonhawk, and sendt him off to retrieve whatever content that vault would contain. He also imbued his weapon, renewing its dark powers and destructable force. The demons coming little was known about. The Lord planned next to return to their keep and venture deep down into the great archives of the order and seek information. He worried not for the Dark Templar, many a deamon who thought invinsible had met their end at the hands of the dreaded templars of the order. And this one was the templars supreme commander. Answering only to the Blood Lord himself. He pittyed the demons for a second should they indeed try best him. Little do they know that Lord Dragonhawk was far from "Conventional". A small smirk spread across his face as he re-entered the shadowrealm, traveling through darkness and shadows, bringing him forth to the Orders Citadel.

He would wait here till Lord Dragonhawk returned. In the meanwhile he would study the suspected force who has clasped Elryia from his vision of mind and summon General Ironhide to his side, The Stormlord. An old Tauren, but imbued with a force unknown to even the Blood Lord. His pressence soothed the minds of those around him, yet he walks with tremendous power, and one can feel the air vibrate of electricity.

The last thoughts left the Lords mind as he went into deep meditation - focusing his essence on the lost one, Elryia.

"Elryia...we're coming"