07-03-2012, 09:15 PM
Spoiler:
This is a thread pertaining to Gabril's storyline and how Gatsbi'nore Inc is going to be used. These plots are only ICly known by Gabril with bits and pieces told to Psycho's Leiatrius.
"For so long I have sat about, watching the scum of Azeroth do their work behind the law's prying eyes. I've learned their ways, undermined their trade to take it for my own, and set about creating my own order. This life of crime is not what I want. No. I want something grander that no one else has seen. No one sees the good I am trying to accomplish here. The good I want to bring about...
Nothing is clean cut. The jagged edge I cut with is like that of the Scar on my homeland, left by a King who had lost his mind. I plan to keep my wits about me. I can achieve my goals without the use of Liches. I don't plan to bring about one-sided unity. I want to see the living and the dead coexisting in a peaceful state. The Doctor has spoken the truth.
The only way to such unity it through plague.
The Doctor and I are the only pure ones in this tainted world. He will forever be my right hand. His undying loyalty and dedication will live on in his undeath long after my own life ends. I must further instill my ideals into him and to any others blessed with his state of undeath. Those others who broke free of the bastard King's grasp. They are the dead King's pawns no more. They are the blessed keys to bring about unity. They see themselves as tainted, but they are not. They have been cleansed. They have earned their freedoms after their so called "injustices". I yearn to see the day they are seen as the divine figures they truly are. That is what I strive to see."
A lone elf sat hunched over in his room alone, his short blonde hair in a mess blocking out his bright green eyes. He stared down at his pure white robes in silence with the faintest of grins on his face. He slowly pulled himself to his feet and ran a gloved hand through his hair. The tangled mess went back with little to no protest as he heaved a gentle sigh.
"To see the world as pure as snow. Only the purest of the living and the dead may see the utopia I will create for us. The rest are blights for us to use, abuse, and discard. They've scorned you without reason, dearest. I'll see to it that the vision we share comes to life so you may feel such pleasantries that they have torn from you."
The elf ran a hand carefully over his robes, smoothing the wrinkles out. His lips curved faintly into a grin as his gaze drifted to the mirror across the dimly lit room. Silent feet grazed their way along the stone floor as he advanced to look at his reflection, a look of pride washing over his expression.
"It will be our world. And no one shall take it from us.
I will enslave them all if I must. They are below us."
Phase One
Acquire contacts, workers, and funds.
Status: Complete
Acquire contacts, workers, and funds.
Status: Complete
They are simple minded idiots who will bend to my will with ease. They all break. I am a force they cannot move. In order to achieve this goal, I must work my way to the top. The only way to do so is without the government of the Horde breathing down my neck. Do they really believe I will yield to their absurd treaties? No, those are foolish documents. Why my kind decided to align with a group of barbarians is beyond me. Regardless, I shall work by my own rules.
They are all my slaves. They just don't know it yet.
I'll pull in what resources I can for now. No one can know my true motives for now.