03-15-2011, 06:59 AM
Days passed, and things changed rapidly. A plaguebomb was released in Booty Bay and of course it was Mistal himself who had to see it for himself. What he forget to take in calculation was that there could be a chance for Demon hunters to wander around the Port as well. The encounter with the Demon hunter called Fala'thorai was anything but pleasant. Although he was caught off guard by the demon hunter, the only damage he had taken was a bullet through his left arm.
As Mistal sat behind his desk, hands clenched his chin resting upon them, he calculated his next moves. Riegen had given her word to find him some warlocks… He knew there would be a slight chance that she would succeed. No Warlock would ever say that they used the gift of the Legion, no they would try to say they were just simple mages with some fire spells.
They have no other chance to survive but to lie.
His eyes narrowed, the thin lips of the demon thinned more when he let his tongue move along them. “I need the aid of my brothers and sisters…†He said as he tilted his head and leaned back in his chair. The silence in the room made Mistal feel restless. He haven't had the time to make proper plans yet. This plaguebomb made it all just more difficult to get his ideas into plan. The Legion would not wait, they wanted to have proof. They wanted to see Mistal succeed in the task they had given him. And still here he sat behind a desk calculating his next move.
You should make them feel what it is to be a Lord, Mistal'aerix.
“Yes… I need to show them that we Fel-sworn should not be taken lightly.†He shoved his chair back from the desk and pushed himself up from it. He paced through the dark room and drew bright green sigils in the air. They would give the room a greenish look as he continued drawing one sigil after the other. His lips moved as he whispered one demonic phrases. The air in the room began to feel heavy as Mistal continued the ritual. Then Mistal's eyes closed and the laugh of demons filled his ears, when he opened his eyes again, he stood within a circle of Demons staring at the Fel-sworn.
“Welcome Mistal'aerix.†The voice of the Dreadlord said as he nodded at Mistal. Then the welcoming of two other demons followed and Mistal would stand there smirking as he looked about at the demons encircling him. “I need guidance…†Mistal'aerix said as he finally laid his eyes upon the Dreadlord.
Foolish questions and demands are not tolerated within this circle.
Foolish questions and demands are not tolerated!
“And so you will be granted the guidance… find stronger allies… not the mortals, find stronger ones.†The Dreadlord smirked. “Or have you forgotten that Azeroth has more to offer than useless mortals?†Mistal looked surprised at the Dreadlord. “I do not follow.†The circle burst out in laughter as they stared down upon the Fel-sworn. “Fool! Travel to the Blasted lands and await me at the Dark portal!â€Â
Fool, await you Lord at the Dark portal
Await your Lord at the Darkportal
With those words, the air around Mistal seemed to be succumbed from his lungs. His eyes were forced closed again. Minutes later he opened his eyes and he was back in the room. His muscles tensed his head aching. “The dark portal.†He said as he got himself back to his feet and walked over to the door…
As Mistal sat behind his desk, hands clenched his chin resting upon them, he calculated his next moves. Riegen had given her word to find him some warlocks… He knew there would be a slight chance that she would succeed. No Warlock would ever say that they used the gift of the Legion, no they would try to say they were just simple mages with some fire spells.
They have no other chance to survive but to lie.
His eyes narrowed, the thin lips of the demon thinned more when he let his tongue move along them. “I need the aid of my brothers and sisters…†He said as he tilted his head and leaned back in his chair. The silence in the room made Mistal feel restless. He haven't had the time to make proper plans yet. This plaguebomb made it all just more difficult to get his ideas into plan. The Legion would not wait, they wanted to have proof. They wanted to see Mistal succeed in the task they had given him. And still here he sat behind a desk calculating his next move.
You should make them feel what it is to be a Lord, Mistal'aerix.
“Yes… I need to show them that we Fel-sworn should not be taken lightly.†He shoved his chair back from the desk and pushed himself up from it. He paced through the dark room and drew bright green sigils in the air. They would give the room a greenish look as he continued drawing one sigil after the other. His lips moved as he whispered one demonic phrases. The air in the room began to feel heavy as Mistal continued the ritual. Then Mistal's eyes closed and the laugh of demons filled his ears, when he opened his eyes again, he stood within a circle of Demons staring at the Fel-sworn.
“Welcome Mistal'aerix.†The voice of the Dreadlord said as he nodded at Mistal. Then the welcoming of two other demons followed and Mistal would stand there smirking as he looked about at the demons encircling him. “I need guidance…†Mistal'aerix said as he finally laid his eyes upon the Dreadlord.
Foolish questions and demands are not tolerated within this circle.
Foolish questions and demands are not tolerated!
“And so you will be granted the guidance… find stronger allies… not the mortals, find stronger ones.†The Dreadlord smirked. “Or have you forgotten that Azeroth has more to offer than useless mortals?†Mistal looked surprised at the Dreadlord. “I do not follow.†The circle burst out in laughter as they stared down upon the Fel-sworn. “Fool! Travel to the Blasted lands and await me at the Dark portal!â€Â
Fool, await you Lord at the Dark portal
Await your Lord at the Darkportal
With those words, the air around Mistal seemed to be succumbed from his lungs. His eyes were forced closed again. Minutes later he opened his eyes and he was back in the room. His muscles tensed his head aching. “The dark portal.†He said as he got himself back to his feet and walked over to the door…
To be continued.