So much to do, so little time... to create my vision, my peace, much must be done. And one soul at a time, I will accomplish these needs. But how... what will be the easiest solu-
Of course... I need a greater army. I need more soldiers. More fodder. More hunters.
But I think I will leave the other children at their camps for now... yes, this time, I shall hunt and hunger alone. I will find a place to feast, to devour, to relish the taste of souls before bestowing the might upon my young army and loyal servants.
And where would one find such a lovely, vast and easily accessible resevoir of souls?
One word, I find myself thinking... one single word.
Westfall.
It was the easiest way, of course. So many fresh souls there, and all transients and younglings. No one would notice them gone.
No, no one...
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I fly to the near barren lands of Westfall, torn of its riches and now used by what few thieves remain. With my maddened, deity voice, I send my ultimatum to those below me.
"Bow, fallen of Azeroth, for your queen comes! Zennshinagas Rakkan Mishun Nagas!"
The screams were ecstasy; as one man fell before my eyes, his skin and flesh tearing itself with my shadow magic and destructive souls, I could only smile, his essence flowing towards me and to the perfect world, the endless heaven. Of course, no one was spared. Young, old, bold and fearful... they would all die, and did die, to my hand. They were brought to my endless heaven, my perfect world of soul and might. A great peace.
Yet I knew they would resist me in the future. No, I will not allow it. A message.
Using one of the younglings, I raised him from his brief death, though kept his soul; the battered and broken corpse wandered among Moonbrook, gibbering in agony. It would fall when need be; despite the fact that it lost an eye, its skull nearly torn in two, the jaw remained, all that would be needed for my decree. The scarred and burned body shook with pain as the demonic runes carved upon it forced it to life. I knelt down and spoke my message, which it would relay in its so sweet, innocent voice...
"Beware, and bow down, for the great queen has come to deliver you all. She is the one that took these villagers to her heaven, her endless peace and love. Do not resist the Goddess, nor hate her. The Queen hungers; she is not to be denied. For Goddess we die."
Over and over, the broken body repeated this message, sending my word to all that walked Westfall...
Such lovely souls... rakkan daz rakir.
Of course... I need a greater army. I need more soldiers. More fodder. More hunters.
But I think I will leave the other children at their camps for now... yes, this time, I shall hunt and hunger alone. I will find a place to feast, to devour, to relish the taste of souls before bestowing the might upon my young army and loyal servants.
And where would one find such a lovely, vast and easily accessible resevoir of souls?
One word, I find myself thinking... one single word.
Westfall.
It was the easiest way, of course. So many fresh souls there, and all transients and younglings. No one would notice them gone.
No, no one...
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I fly to the near barren lands of Westfall, torn of its riches and now used by what few thieves remain. With my maddened, deity voice, I send my ultimatum to those below me.
"Bow, fallen of Azeroth, for your queen comes! Zennshinagas Rakkan Mishun Nagas!"
The screams were ecstasy; as one man fell before my eyes, his skin and flesh tearing itself with my shadow magic and destructive souls, I could only smile, his essence flowing towards me and to the perfect world, the endless heaven. Of course, no one was spared. Young, old, bold and fearful... they would all die, and did die, to my hand. They were brought to my endless heaven, my perfect world of soul and might. A great peace.
Yet I knew they would resist me in the future. No, I will not allow it. A message.
Using one of the younglings, I raised him from his brief death, though kept his soul; the battered and broken corpse wandered among Moonbrook, gibbering in agony. It would fall when need be; despite the fact that it lost an eye, its skull nearly torn in two, the jaw remained, all that would be needed for my decree. The scarred and burned body shook with pain as the demonic runes carved upon it forced it to life. I knelt down and spoke my message, which it would relay in its so sweet, innocent voice...
"Beware, and bow down, for the great queen has come to deliver you all. She is the one that took these villagers to her heaven, her endless peace and love. Do not resist the Goddess, nor hate her. The Queen hungers; she is not to be denied. For Goddess we die."
Over and over, the broken body repeated this message, sending my word to all that walked Westfall...
Such lovely souls... rakkan daz rakir.
