Post by Archivist~Addie on Feb 25, 2006 8:41:29 GMT -5
Shadow Stories
Author: Kether
Link: forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-scarletcrusade&t=159575&p=1&tmp=1#post159575
There was a chill in the air, that night. It seemed a low chill hung in the air, almost visible like fog, hovering every night over Darkshire and its environs. The Night's Watch at least had their stout leathers and wools, and the watch-fires. The folk had the sweltering fires in the inn, and their homes. All the ruddy station had was a moth-eaten blanket. That, and some leftover hay.
The barn on the outskirts of the town had been converted into a crude studio, broadcaster's and producer's booth taking up the floor and the loft. Most of the rut had been gutted and cleaned solid, only some hay remaining of its former use. Even so, it still felt a barn, like or not. There wasn't much else that could be done. It served, at least.
An aquiline hand flipped a switch on the panel, the prerecorded station call and annoucements springing to life on the figure's headphones, and any tuning in.
"You're listening to ABC-affiliate WDRK, the Voice of Darkshire. Coming at the top of the hour, some easy-listening classics from Morgan & the Restless, live from Raven Hill, including their top-rated single, 'Rezz Plz[sic]'. Up next, Kether Nightbreeze brings to life the secrets of undeath, in an interview with her guest on 'All About Azeroth."
The recording ends, and a light in the booth begins to glow, signaling live air. A flip is switched on a mic by the aquiline hand, the kaldorei clearing her throat before doing so.
"Good evening, I'm Kether Nightbreeze with 'All About Azeroth'. Tonight, I'll explore a hidden world, one carefully hid from watching eyes that my guest wants to spread the word on. With me is a figure well-acclaimed in the field of necromancy, carrying high praise from fellow necromancers. Please welcome the author of the acclaimed self-assistance guide, 'How to Succeed in Necromancy Without Really Trying,' Mstr. Morbent Fel."
Kether gives a hand-signal to the guest sitting across from her, activating his mic. The shadowed, unshaved man leans forward, giving her a nod.
"Thank you, Kether. It's an honor to let my voice be heard."
"We here on 'All About Azeroth' believe sides should be represented equally, Master Fel. If I may, what lead you into taking up necromancy?"
"Well, first you have to understand that the Art is a very tricky business. So much can go wrong. One moment you're preparing a summoning of fel energies to inhabit a corpse, the next you accidentally pulled something from the Nether, and now it's gnawing your face off. A wrong word spoken, a gesture made too soon or too late, and you might be joining your subject material."
"A very perilous business?"
"Absolutely. Especially the cost of getting research material. Most folk don't really want you rooting around their graveyards... but back on track. I took up the Art when the Kirin Tor denied my research grant. I guess Kel'Thuzad was the whole 'rotten apple spoiling the bushel' deal. Dex Ward and I were friends..."
"Dextran Ward, recently incarcerated at the Stockade, from our listeners at home."
"Aye, yes. Apparently, Stormwind and its provinces have some hang-up about practicing the Art and defiling corpses. But Dex and I were researchers, and we weren't going to let a little thing like his arrest stop us. I took up residence in Raven Hill, and studied and experimented. Did you know, the average undead has 4.7 liters of ichor flowing through their corroded arteries and veins per minute?"
"Fascinating."
"Absolutely. It's little facts like that which I live for. Just finding out anything I can, little bits of trivia, something that can be useful for future generations."
"And the worgen plaguing the province? Have you ran into them?"
"Well, I try to stay away from them, for the most part. I've had come correspondence with Master Arugal concerning them, but I personally haven't had much interest. My experiments come in contact with them occasionally. I don't know who wins in those fights, but I always seem to end up with more test subjects than I started with."
"Absolutely fascinating, Master Fel. I... yes, I'm being informed that our time is up for tonight. Are there any last words you have for prospective necromancers in our audience?"
"Yes, I'd like to recommend sites of great battles for scrounging for research. People are less picky, and usually around less, than graveyards surrounding abandoned towns."
"Thank you for that, Master Fel. That concludes our broadcast for this evening, ladies and gentlemen. If you're looking for tips or advice on the study of necromancy, our recommendations go to Master Fel's own book, as well as 'The Case of Dextran Ward,' available at the Stormwind Library, on loan from the Sentinel Hill Historical Society.
I welcome you all to tune in next week as well, as I conduct an investigation into alleged mistreatment of political convicts being held in the Stockade. Until then, good night. Azeroth prevails, ladies and gentlemen."
The studio air goes dead, followed with an advertisement for the sponsor for the evening, the Night's Watch.
"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no spouse, hold no lands, beget no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."
Author: Kether
Link: forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-scarletcrusade&t=159575&p=1&tmp=1#post159575
There was a chill in the air, that night. It seemed a low chill hung in the air, almost visible like fog, hovering every night over Darkshire and its environs. The Night's Watch at least had their stout leathers and wools, and the watch-fires. The folk had the sweltering fires in the inn, and their homes. All the ruddy station had was a moth-eaten blanket. That, and some leftover hay.
The barn on the outskirts of the town had been converted into a crude studio, broadcaster's and producer's booth taking up the floor and the loft. Most of the rut had been gutted and cleaned solid, only some hay remaining of its former use. Even so, it still felt a barn, like or not. There wasn't much else that could be done. It served, at least.
An aquiline hand flipped a switch on the panel, the prerecorded station call and annoucements springing to life on the figure's headphones, and any tuning in.
"You're listening to ABC-affiliate WDRK, the Voice of Darkshire. Coming at the top of the hour, some easy-listening classics from Morgan & the Restless, live from Raven Hill, including their top-rated single, 'Rezz Plz[sic]'. Up next, Kether Nightbreeze brings to life the secrets of undeath, in an interview with her guest on 'All About Azeroth."
The recording ends, and a light in the booth begins to glow, signaling live air. A flip is switched on a mic by the aquiline hand, the kaldorei clearing her throat before doing so.
"Good evening, I'm Kether Nightbreeze with 'All About Azeroth'. Tonight, I'll explore a hidden world, one carefully hid from watching eyes that my guest wants to spread the word on. With me is a figure well-acclaimed in the field of necromancy, carrying high praise from fellow necromancers. Please welcome the author of the acclaimed self-assistance guide, 'How to Succeed in Necromancy Without Really Trying,' Mstr. Morbent Fel."
Kether gives a hand-signal to the guest sitting across from her, activating his mic. The shadowed, unshaved man leans forward, giving her a nod.
"Thank you, Kether. It's an honor to let my voice be heard."
"We here on 'All About Azeroth' believe sides should be represented equally, Master Fel. If I may, what lead you into taking up necromancy?"
"Well, first you have to understand that the Art is a very tricky business. So much can go wrong. One moment you're preparing a summoning of fel energies to inhabit a corpse, the next you accidentally pulled something from the Nether, and now it's gnawing your face off. A wrong word spoken, a gesture made too soon or too late, and you might be joining your subject material."
"A very perilous business?"
"Absolutely. Especially the cost of getting research material. Most folk don't really want you rooting around their graveyards... but back on track. I took up the Art when the Kirin Tor denied my research grant. I guess Kel'Thuzad was the whole 'rotten apple spoiling the bushel' deal. Dex Ward and I were friends..."
"Dextran Ward, recently incarcerated at the Stockade, from our listeners at home."
"Aye, yes. Apparently, Stormwind and its provinces have some hang-up about practicing the Art and defiling corpses. But Dex and I were researchers, and we weren't going to let a little thing like his arrest stop us. I took up residence in Raven Hill, and studied and experimented. Did you know, the average undead has 4.7 liters of ichor flowing through their corroded arteries and veins per minute?"
"Fascinating."
"Absolutely. It's little facts like that which I live for. Just finding out anything I can, little bits of trivia, something that can be useful for future generations."
"And the worgen plaguing the province? Have you ran into them?"
"Well, I try to stay away from them, for the most part. I've had come correspondence with Master Arugal concerning them, but I personally haven't had much interest. My experiments come in contact with them occasionally. I don't know who wins in those fights, but I always seem to end up with more test subjects than I started with."
"Absolutely fascinating, Master Fel. I... yes, I'm being informed that our time is up for tonight. Are there any last words you have for prospective necromancers in our audience?"
"Yes, I'd like to recommend sites of great battles for scrounging for research. People are less picky, and usually around less, than graveyards surrounding abandoned towns."
"Thank you for that, Master Fel. That concludes our broadcast for this evening, ladies and gentlemen. If you're looking for tips or advice on the study of necromancy, our recommendations go to Master Fel's own book, as well as 'The Case of Dextran Ward,' available at the Stormwind Library, on loan from the Sentinel Hill Historical Society.
I welcome you all to tune in next week as well, as I conduct an investigation into alleged mistreatment of political convicts being held in the Stockade. Until then, good night. Azeroth prevails, ladies and gentlemen."
The studio air goes dead, followed with an advertisement for the sponsor for the evening, the Night's Watch.
"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no spouse, hold no lands, beget no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."