Post by emalia on May 17, 2006 16:13:37 GMT -5
In the Temple of the Goddess, in Darnassus, The Changing Beast sits and reads the ancient writing, wrested from Blackfathom, copied and passed amongst the Heroes that liberated it. It was a terrible fight, a long battle. The "heroes" never even knew that she was amongst them, watching them, examining thier every move. Not even the Warlock, or the Young Druid sensed her working her magicks, and as the band worked its way deeper and deeper into Blackfathom, they did not see what truely occured.
The treasure was won, the huge beast, Aku'mai, servant of the Old Gods, was slain. The Heroes took brief respite, and took the copies of the Lorgalis Manuscript, and headed out into the world, in order to return the treasure to the Explorers' League in Ironforge. They did not see that the words they copied were not exact, they could not tell that The Changing Beast had ,with mere slight of hand and chicanery, taken the true artifact, and, with it now in her possession, sat and read the truth about Aku'mai.
" Our world Brims with history; History of Races new and old, History behind wars long dead, and those which still smolder.
Histroy of Gods visiting from the skies, and history of Older Gods who sleep in the Earth.
I speak now of those beings- the Old Gods. They who dwelt and raged across Azeroth when the world was new.
The Old Gods are the will of our world. In every Storm there roars the laughter of an Old God. The Blaze of a wildfire is the heat of their gaze. As the Old Gods walk, the Earth trembles and breaks, and lesser things Scream and tear at thier own flesh in despair.
And despair they should, for just as fire shows now mercy to a child's curious hand, the Old Gods have no care for those beneath them. At best, we are pawns; at worst; we are playthings.
They were the first Masters of the world, and they ruled with might and terror. Though they are now chained and sleeping, thier servants still roam, and we small, frail mortals cannot match thier strength.
Those who try are devoured. But, those who know thier place, who kneel in supplication to the servants of the Old Gods, who willingly sacrifice mind and soul, only THEY will find favor.
Aku'mai. Princess of the Deep, serves the Old Gods. She dwells in the Blackfathom Deeps, blessing its caves with her ancient wisdom. Brought to the Deeps by Older Mortals, Aku'mai is a symbol of Divinity! She has but a sliver of the Old Gods power and savagery, and yet hers is still beyond measure!
And so, she is worshipped, and she is feared, and Loved.
-Lorgalis
And, so ..the Changing Beast sits and reads, and laughs so hard and long that the very temple wall shake and resound with that laughter, and the priestesses hustle and move about, looking for the source of such dreadful cacaphony.
Upon seeing her for the first time, the priestesses in thier small way, sense the wrongness of the Changing Beast, even in her guise of a young Elf maiden, and thus...
They gather thier spells, and arms, and surround the Changing Beast, and they call out for her to surrender, to be bound, in the manner of the Followers of Light, whom would bind demons and banish them.
The Beast laughs cruelly again, as those bindings fail to affect her, or the spells and arms of the priestesses to find purchase on her shifting form. She laughs, and her form changes to that of Living Flame, and, in conflagration, she reduces the priestesses to ash and cinder.
Walking away, she leaves the entire city of Darnassus in chaos, as all manner of folk rush to the temple.
She moves, unnoticed through the crowds, and she plots..oh...she plots...how next shall she use this band of heroes?
How next?
The treasure was won, the huge beast, Aku'mai, servant of the Old Gods, was slain. The Heroes took brief respite, and took the copies of the Lorgalis Manuscript, and headed out into the world, in order to return the treasure to the Explorers' League in Ironforge. They did not see that the words they copied were not exact, they could not tell that The Changing Beast had ,with mere slight of hand and chicanery, taken the true artifact, and, with it now in her possession, sat and read the truth about Aku'mai.
" Our world Brims with history; History of Races new and old, History behind wars long dead, and those which still smolder.
Histroy of Gods visiting from the skies, and history of Older Gods who sleep in the Earth.
I speak now of those beings- the Old Gods. They who dwelt and raged across Azeroth when the world was new.
The Old Gods are the will of our world. In every Storm there roars the laughter of an Old God. The Blaze of a wildfire is the heat of their gaze. As the Old Gods walk, the Earth trembles and breaks, and lesser things Scream and tear at thier own flesh in despair.
And despair they should, for just as fire shows now mercy to a child's curious hand, the Old Gods have no care for those beneath them. At best, we are pawns; at worst; we are playthings.
They were the first Masters of the world, and they ruled with might and terror. Though they are now chained and sleeping, thier servants still roam, and we small, frail mortals cannot match thier strength.
Those who try are devoured. But, those who know thier place, who kneel in supplication to the servants of the Old Gods, who willingly sacrifice mind and soul, only THEY will find favor.
Aku'mai. Princess of the Deep, serves the Old Gods. She dwells in the Blackfathom Deeps, blessing its caves with her ancient wisdom. Brought to the Deeps by Older Mortals, Aku'mai is a symbol of Divinity! She has but a sliver of the Old Gods power and savagery, and yet hers is still beyond measure!
And so, she is worshipped, and she is feared, and Loved.
-Lorgalis
And, so ..the Changing Beast sits and reads, and laughs so hard and long that the very temple wall shake and resound with that laughter, and the priestesses hustle and move about, looking for the source of such dreadful cacaphony.
Upon seeing her for the first time, the priestesses in thier small way, sense the wrongness of the Changing Beast, even in her guise of a young Elf maiden, and thus...
They gather thier spells, and arms, and surround the Changing Beast, and they call out for her to surrender, to be bound, in the manner of the Followers of Light, whom would bind demons and banish them.
The Beast laughs cruelly again, as those bindings fail to affect her, or the spells and arms of the priestesses to find purchase on her shifting form. She laughs, and her form changes to that of Living Flame, and, in conflagration, she reduces the priestesses to ash and cinder.
Walking away, she leaves the entire city of Darnassus in chaos, as all manner of folk rush to the temple.
She moves, unnoticed through the crowds, and she plots..oh...she plots...how next shall she use this band of heroes?
How next?