In need of greater power. [Finished]

[ruwendje44]

The air felt cold, within the early morning dawn.

A loud yell filled the air, birds flew off by the sound of it. Small insects digged their way back into the ground as the yelling continued.

A young woman, with blonde hair was rolling over the floor, while a man covered in red and black attire stood above her.
A silk hood covered his face but only his fel green eyes were visible.

“ S..Stop!” The young woman yelled as she made another turn in an attempt to stop the searing pain that rushed through her brain. The man slowly shook his head.

“ You haven't obeyed. Now you will have to deal with the consequences my dear.”
The way the man said it made it look like he enjoyed every minute of it.
He looked down on the woman as she inhaled heavily as her body shook.
His right arm that was stretched above the young woman was pulled back to his side again.
He released the grip he had on the arcane.
Slowly the woman started to relax her muscles again, her breath slowly went back to normal.

“ I… I tried…” The young said while she tried to lean on her right shoulder.
Her face was covered in mud. Her robes had small traces of blood on it as well as mud.

“I never asked you to try, now did I?” The man narrowed his eyes and looked down on her. “Ireisha Sunbreed, agony is placed upon you”
As the words were spoken the woman curled up in agony again.
Her body started to shock again, only this time a small trace of blood slowly came out of her mouth.

“I must admit you are strong, but I wonder how long your body can handle these curses dear.”
The man said the words as if he found it ironic how the woman was rolling over the floor.
He enjoyed every second of the torture he had put upon this woman.

“ P…Please stop this.” The woman tried to keep her body under control as it continued to shock heavily.
Blood kept dripping out of her mouth and the veins on her arms looked like they could explode any minute.
The man shook his head before speaking again.
“Dear Ireisha, I never asked you to try, I told you to do it.
I told you to obtain an item that I hold dear. I also ordered you to make sure that nobody would follow you.”
The man took a quick glance over his shoulder and eyed the corpse that was lying in the dirt.
“And you did not achieve such an easy task.”
The man chuckles loudly under his hood.
“Therefore my dear, you will have to feel what it is to misbehave.”
The man waved with his hand.
“ I hope you have learned from this.”

As the pain slowly was released upon her body, her head felt heavy.
Her veins kept throbbing while she tried to inhale large amounts of air.
Her breast went up and down as she did so. The man looked at her with a firm look.
She knew that escaping this man would mean death.
As she slowly regained her control over her body, another pain shock went through her stomach. She bend over with her hand on her waist coughing.
More blood started to pour through her mouth as she continued coughing.
The pain was unbearable. She knew that something had snapped.

“You will need to travel your way back to Silvermoon city, my dear.”
The man took a few steps into her direction, kneeling down right beside her.
If she only had the strength to place her elbow between his rips.

The man took off his hood and placed a hand on her back.
“I can tell that one of your kidneys snapped… What a pity, I don't think it will last long until you will find what you deserve.”
The man got back to his knees.
“I pity your ignorant behavior, as well as your good heart. You could have been such a great apprentice, Ireisha… It is a real pity.”

Ireisha looked up at the man. “I found your object, and I gave it back to you, now why do I have to suffer, while I-…”
Another cough made the young woman bend over and spit blood on the floor.
When she finally looked up the man was holding a ball filled with shadow in his hand.
As she realized what the man was about to do tears slowly welled up in her eyes.

The man smirked as he looked at the shocked woman.
“And because you helped me obtain this artifact, I will help you out of your misery.” The man grinned and released his Shadow bolt.
As the bolt went straight for its target another heartbreaking screech filled the air.
Then… an awful silence.

The man pulled back his hood on, and took a glance at the moveless body of the young woman.
He sighed and turned. He knew that this was just his first victim, and more would follow.
But first he needed to find that one Kal'dorei he worked with in the past...

[ruwendje44]

It smelled very weird in the tunnels of the Catacombs.
Small insects crawled around the place as the man made his way through the tunnels towards his meeting place.

Under his mask, he held a sly smirk. He knew that he would finally meet the Kal'dorei again.
And this time he knew the man would treat him better than he did in the past.
He had come a far way since he advanced in the arts of Shadow.
And he knew that the Kal'dorei would respect him for that.

As he turned around a corner and placed his hand on two iron doors he looked around before going inside.
No one was around, which was good.
He pushed the doors open and walked in.
With a slow movement of his hand he closed them and looked at the desk infront of him.

The Kal'dorei looked at him with a slight smile on his face and nodded.
“Mistal, long time no see.” The man said.

Mistal returned the nod and replied; “Indeed, Sagi.”
Mistal looked at the Kal'dorei, looking if there was something odd to him this time, but there wasn't.
The Kal'dorei looked at Mistal and asked him what had happened through the months of absence.
Mistal explained that he had chosen to follow a new, more dangerous path. He called it the path of Shadow.
Sagi listened and nodded a few times.
He asked if Mistal was bored of being around the Catacombs, doing the aimless things and find artifacts.
Mistal answered slightly by just saying that he would be in for something new.

Sagi explained that some men could use his help in Desolace.
Mistal chuckled under his mask, once it became clear who these men were.
He promised Sagi that he would help the men as best as he could and that he would be looking forward to bring back some more shadow to Azeroth, just as he planned so.

Mistal left the Catacombs with a fulfilling feeling in his stomach.
This time he would work together with those who specialize in the shadow.
Making sure he would get and achieve what he was aiming for…

[ruwendje44]

The hoofs of the Dreadsteed continued to leave dust in the air wherever they hit the ground.

The ground was dusty; trees were torn by the waves of war.
Desolace, Mistal finally reached it and he smirked under his mask as his Dreadsteed continued his vast and quick pace.

All types of creatures varying from Basilisks to Kodos.
Mistal had to watch the way he led his Dreadsteed, before he would ran into one of the dangerous creatures.

The sun slowly went down. Mistal and his Demon watched it slowly move behind the hills of Stonetalon Mountain.
He grabbed one of his pouches and pulled out a book. The book was covered with Green runes and the cover itself was black.

He sighed as he took a look at it and decided to place it back into the pouch again.
“Not today, no… Today is not the right day.”
Mistal stood up as he placed the pouch to his belt again and jumped on the back of his Dreadsteed.
“Let us move towards the Old Human.” He tucked his feet into the Dreadsteed's belly and it started to run.

After about an hour, Mistal arrived between a few large boulders. His forehead was wet of the sweat.
From behind one of the boulders, a Human covered in Dark brown and black attire stepped towards Mistal.
His arrogant and self-conscious figure that was placed on a Dreadsteed, made Mistal smirk under his mask.

“Greetings, Mistal. Finally more came to help me with some tasks.”
The man said with a heavy voice.
“Greetings, Gladstone. Indeed, I for one came to Desolace to help you with whatever it is you need help with.”
Mistal replied as he nodded at the man.

“Now let us move, we don't have the time to chit chat.”
He tucked his Dreadsteed in the belly and started to move.
Mistal eyed the man for a second before he decided to follow the Human.

As they finally came to a stop and Gladstone jumped off his Dreadsteed he pointed at a big ruin. “Sargeron” He said.
“I need to have a word with the Satyr, you, elf, try to be silent.”
Gladstone walked up to one of the Satyr and started a conversation about an agreement.
A promise and missing pages of a book that was dropped on the floor by Gladstone.
Mistal only stood there looking at the two in silence and rolled his eyes several times.

The satyr promised Gladstone to hand him the missing pages, but as a compromise they would never join the fight of the organization.
Mistal kept watching at the two.
Not really knowing what had happened between these two, and what kind of promises there were made.

Gladstone walked back towards Mistal.
“We're done here, follow me.”
He jumped back on his Dreadsteed and ran off.
Mistal did the same and jumped back on the Dreadsteed as well and followed the human.

“The Satyr decided not to work together with our organization. But once we lured our enemy into their territory, they will be pushed to do so.”
Gladstone said with an evil expression on his face.
Mistal nodded and looked about. “What was all that about missing pages?”
He eyed Gladstone with a mistrusting glance.


“These pages contain information about a very powerful spell. There is not much known about these pages, and therefore I can't tell you much about it.”
Gladstone said as he looked at Mistal with a frown.

“I see, and what kind of spell are we talking about?”
Mistal said his arms crossed infront of his chest.
“They call it –transformation-. Like I said before, I don't know much about it, and neither is it the time to examine this spell.”
He turns to face the crater that was a cemetery for Kodos
“This here will be our station for the moment. Until we have a new task to fulfill we will be staying here.”

Mistal perked a brow and looked about.
“You must be out of your mind, being around these… Creatures… No I rather pass.”
These creatures only shake the earth with every step they take. I would like you to find a more suitable place to stay.”
Mistal nodded and took another glance.
“Maybe you are right, this would be a better place.”

Gladstone nodded and waved with his hand.
“Now that the evening is coming, I am about to get some sleep. You can either stay here and get yourself some sleep as well, or you could go to Tanaris and find some other Satyr… Scout them and once you have found them, come back to me and we will set up a plan.”

Mistal chuckled softly under his hat.
“I believe my choice will be easy to make then.”
He jumps on his Dreadsteed.
“I rather look for some Satyr, then to stay here, with these big creatures.”
He tucked his feet into the steed's stomach, making it increase speed. As they ran off towards the border between Tanaris and Desolace…

[ruwendje44]

(( As so many other events took place after my last post, I wasn't able to finish the last one. Therefore The following post takes place 4 weeks after the last post. ))

Mistal looked around the deserted Enclave. A smirk on his face, covered by the shadow of his cowl.
The wind that blew small bits of sand into the air turned towards Mistal. Mistal grabbed his cowl and covered his eyes.
"Damned sand!"
He wispered at himself. He turned and walked over to the destroyed town hall.

Once inside he sighed and walked towards the altar.
A candle which was already lit and a small piece of parchment revealing a small story
about the people that previously lived within the enclave were lying on the desk.
Mistal waves the parchment of the table and placed a large pouch upon the desk.
"I think I shall make this my small 'office'."
He said as he opened the pouch and pulled out a book.

Upon the cover of the book a title was written in what looked like brown runes.
Mistal moved his hand over the book and the cover turned, revealing nothing but a blank page.
"As of today, I think it would be wise to write down some of the secrets that will uncover themselves through my journey."
As Mistal said that he pulled a pencil and a what looked like a empty vial out of the pouch. He then placed the pouch on the ground again.

He muttered a phrase in Eredun. And Shadow started to pour its way out of the 'empty' vial.
The shadow slowly started to whirl around the pencil. And words that weren't there before,
started to appear on the blank page of the book...

[ruwendje44]

Mistal looked down on the page and started to read.

Spoiler:

Dear book of shadows,

Now that I finally have gained the power to corrupt the heart and mind of my victims my real journey has begun.

My master has taken me to Duskwood and showed me a coven that was specialised in the power of Shadows.
There were not only Shadow mages, but Shadow priests, Necromancers and Fel users too.
First I didn't feel very comfortable.
No, I felt intimated by the way their powers were much more powerful than mine.

My master told me to stay calm, and watch their way of working with the Fel and Shadow.
He told me that it would take me just about five years to be as strong as these men and women,
since I would be practising my magic among theirs.

Of course I would never doubt my master, but this really was a bit too ambitious.
In my opinion that is.
I know that the Shadow is hard to control, it consumes the emotions and the way we react insituations.
But I must say that I don't enjoy using the Shadow. It pains me... My soul.

My master has put a lot in faith in my knowledge and power and therefore I made a promise.
No, I made a vow.
To never underestimate myself. To become more powerful, and one day leave the coven, my master and my ‘friends', to join a bigger group who could use my power to their goals.
Of course these goals will and shall be the same as my own...

Mistal closed the book again and crossed his arms. He looked around the old Townhall.
"Indeed, I have found a group that shares the same goals and ideas that I hold dear.

He stands up and creates a shadowbolt. He looks into the black whirling energy and smirks.
"Just wait..."
He said as he folded his hand again, the shadowbolt disappeared again.
He then made his way towards the etrance again, stepping into the small sandstorm
that was raging over the deserted town.

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The days turned into weeks months even, and Mistal grew tired of waiting.
Waiting for his companions to arrive at the Enclave and think of a plan.
“This is nothing more than wasting my precious time..."
He said as he slowly walked over a path that was made out of dried clay.
He continued his way to the small base just a few feet away from where he was now.

Upon entering his trusted base, he made his way to one of the desks that was covered with all sorts of parchments.
He placed his pouch upon the desk and started to search for something.
“Where...- Ah.” He pulled a small vial out of his pouch –filled with orange liquid, and placed it infront of him. He stared at it and smirked.
“There is a time when you make it very hard for me to resist you...”
He said as he picked up the small vial and observed the liquid.
“True power is granted by the most faul artifacts and items on Azeroth... And even beyond.”

“It is time to inprove my powers, it will mean that my excistance here in this Enclave might have to be set to a stop, but I –will- stay true to this organization.”
Mistal slowly pulled down his cowl.
“My time has come to search for powers beyond shadow, beyond the simple put fel magic... I have waited and I have waited for a very long time...”
Mistal lowered the vial back on the desk and smirked.
“And I believe now is the time... Now is the time to increase my powers, now is the time to strike at our most hated enemies.”
The desk infront of Mistal slowly started to shake as he continued his speech.
“Therefore I will advance in the art of Fel magic!”
Mistal raised from his chair and waved with his hand. The vial went straight for the pouch as the pouch lifted itself up in Mid-air and hovered towards Mistal's belt. The door of the base opened and Mistal rushed out of the small cottage.

He snapped a finger and a Hawkstrider going by the name of Imaelo ran up to Mistal. He jumped on the animal's back and grapped the reigns. “May the Shadow and Fel guard us!”
He tucked the Strider in the belly and the creature screeched while increasing his speed.
And so the two went off to an unknown destiny, with a known goal...