Horatious

He walked slowly thru the empty halls of the keep..
Echoes of the battle the night before still rang in his ears, the scent of blood lingered in the air..
Kharazan, the castle of the fallen Guardian, Medivh..

He and his comrades had been lured by the riches the caste was said to hold.. Items of unimaginable power that the long gone magician had left behind.. The mages of the Violet Eye had been keeping the castle under constant surveillance under many long years, and had discovered that evil still dwelled inside, an evil that had to be rooted out..

Who did they turn to? "Me of course" he cackled to himself as he bent down to pick up a piece of silverware that had fallen to the floor of the ballroom and neatly placed it beside the dusty plate it belonged to.. He had been contacted by Khadgar, one of Medivh´s former apprentices, now holding council in The City of Light governed by the Sha´tar.. The Violet Eye had given Khadgar the task to find a group of people who could find a way to get into the keep known as Kharazan.. One of the choises had been the Stormspire Libertines.. The Libertines, altho a newly founded and small fellowship, had many promined fighters and scholars among them.. And of course himself, Father Horatious Di Menagi..
The search to find a key to the main gate had been a long, and not always easy, journey.. It had taken them across the lands of Azeroth and across the void to the dreaded outlands.. Many a battle had been fought, but they were nothing compared what had waited for them inside..

He had tried to instill patience and calm in his flock, the ones he had sworn to protect.. But alas, the hot blood that ran in their veins was not easily quenched by retorics.. The rewards and lust for battle outweighed every word he could say to them.. .. Remembering his old ways as a shadowwielder, he had an understanding of the passion they possesed.. Added to that was their skill in their various arts, so altho he had been wanting more time for research of what layed inside Kharazan, he knew that they would never be better prepared than now.. Of course he had to follow them..

Walking thru the Opera, he suddelnly realised that the place looked vasty different than the night before.. Gone were the lights, curtains and obelisks were moldy and barely could hold their own weight and had started to fall apart.. The delicated and elaborate furniture were smashed in pieces, scattered all over the audience area.. The magic that had sustained the illusion of a inhibited castle had dissapeared.. He cackled to himself, thinking that even demonspawn liked a cosy place to live in..

He lingered a while in the library, picking up a few books that looked intresting here and there to stuff in his already overflowing bags.. He remembered that Alturus, the archmage of the Violet Eye, had asked him for a journal that Medivh had kept for himself, like a diary of the events during the opening of the Black Portal.. He made haste up the room where they had encountered the shade of the long dead mage Aran, and scuffling thru some piles of books he finally found the old dusty tome lying on the floor..

As hetook the final steps on the stairs leading to the highest tower and saw Prince Malchezaar´s body lay in a festering pile at his feet, it all came back to him..


(To be continued)

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Well, ya gotta have something to do during maintenance eh? There will be a conclusion to this story following when i can be arsed to write it down, which might be tomorrow or in 2 months

Also, please note that the events and viewpoint of what happened is purely from Horatious point of view, how he percives the world and his surroundings (and thus i have sworn myself free of harcore loresearching and gotten a bit of artistic freedom to play around with )


Going on official forums too when they start working agan for me..

Heresy

Cool, Hora, so glad to see you writing again

I especially liked this image:

"..he cackled to himself as he bent down to pick up a piece of silverware that had fallen to the floor of the ballroom and neatly placed it beside the dusty plate"

I still wish we could recover the old Horzt story somehow, if only for Heresy's book. All the same, I hope you will be writing more now!

One of these days I'll badger Ariades into writing also. *badgers*

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Horatious

Yeah, one of my fav lines too

And well, i don´t have a copy anomer of that story.. Its like 3 computers ago i wrote it.. :P