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The Frozen North (Page 26)
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Morec0
(( Now we come to the truth of Nalor's plans, and the introduction of another character taken from the suggestion page. ))
"Masta," Kalypso asked as she and Nalor floated up towards the second teleportation panel, "wha' joo be plannin' on doin' wit' da mojo we collected?"
"
If I told you, my dear apprentice
," Nalor replied, "
it would ruin the surprise. Suffice to say that I plan to create a... weapon of sorts. Open that will cause our enemies, wherever they may be, to tremble in fear at the very
mention
of the Scourge's name
." Kalypso nodded in understanding.
Before Nalor had a chance to float up onto the panel that would take them to the second level of Zeramas, a necromancer approached and addressed him. "Master," the old man said, "there is an emissary here to see you."
"
From the Lich King
?" Nalor asked.
"Not exactly, sir," the necromancer replied. Nalor nodded, his frustration showing as his flames sparked seemingly-uncontrollably. He headed towards the balcony that looked out onto Zul'dark. With his attention now actually turned towards it, he made out a thin figure standing next to a skeletal gryphon.
At first glance he could have sworn it was a skeleton - possibly even a small lich - but as he took a second glace he saw that it was a more fleshy variation of the undead. She - as he could now plainly see - was clearly an elf, but her eyes glowed blood-red and dark leather and even some chain mail hung loosely around her form. A bow was strapped to her back and a single short sword hung at her side.
The flame lich tolerated creatures of the flesh in some variations - provided that they served the Lich King in some fashion. The way this fleshing held herself in his presence, however, clearly showed that she believed herself to be better than him. In his mind, he chuckled at the notion. "Who
are you
?" he demanded.
The elf looked at him, her glowing-red orbs seeming to mock him. "I am Tyria Boughstrider," she said, "handmaiden and eyes of Lady Miriam Windrunner."
Windrunner
? He remembered who she was, yes, but he was surprised at the fact that it was the dark ranger and not the pompous Scourgelord who as sending a minion for some reason. "
Tell me, Lady Boughstrider
," Nalow then said, "
why did your mistress send you here
?"
"She instructed to help insure your success here," Tyria said, her face giving no hint of emotion. "Despite the Lich King's orders, she refuses to entrust victory here to you and your troll."
Kalypso's icy-glowing eyes dimmed in hate at the elf's use of her species, but a quick glance from Nalor told her it was best to leave the elf be - for now, at least.
"
Return to your mistress and inform her that I require no such assistance
," Nalor replied, although he knew that wouldn't be the end of the matter.
"Lady Windrunner anticipated that you would say as much," Tyria calmly replied, "and instructed me to not return to Icecrown until the living here were completely and appropriately dealt with."
A lack of any soft tissue assisted Nalor in hiding his emotions, although he did have to concentrate to keep his flames from flaring up in frustration. Windrunner had briefed her servant well, and had most likely prepared for every continuance. It would be pointless to try and stress the matter any further.
"
Very well
," Nalor rasped. "
If you will excuse me now, I have matters to attend to
."
"I intend to do so such thin," the dark ranger replied. "Until my task is complete, I have no intention of letting you out of my sight, allowing you to either make a crucial mistake or plot against my mistress or myself in any way."
That settled it; Nalor would have to speak with Miriam once his business here was concluded. Until then, it seemed that he would be without a moment’s peace. He was too pressed for time at the moment. Without another word he floated back to the teleportation panel, Kalypso and Tyria following.
In a flash of arcane light, Nalor was teleported into the chamber above, the buckets of troll mojo placed at the far end of the room. He floated toward the center, Kalypso and then Tyria teleporting into the room.
"Masta'," Kalypso said, "will joo now tell meh wha it be joo be planin' ta do?"
"
My apprentice
," Nalor started, "
I trust that you are familiar with the magical properties of troll mojo
?" Kalypso nodded. "
I also trust that you are equally familiar with the ability of crystals to conduct magical energy
?"
"Joo... joo be planin ta form da mojo inta ah crystal," Kalypso reasoned. "Den why dia ja be wantin' so much of eet?"
"
To answer it simply: I have much bigger plans then to form a vial of mojo into a single, near-insignificant jewel. No, you see I plan to create something much, much larger
." Kalypso began to ask another question, but Nalor silenced her with wave of his hand. "
No more questions, I require complete silence
."
Kalypso complied, floating backwards a few feet to give her master some space. Nalor stretched one arm out towards the mojo-filled buckets. The flames that encased his bones crackled as he concentrated, the mojo starting to slowly rise out of the buckets. Nolor made a strange gesture and the fluid gravitated towards the center of the room. There it combined into a single shape that easily resembled a crystal.
Nalor made another gesture and arcane magic began to swirl around the liquid shape. After several minutes it began to harden, becoming a prismatic blue and purple color. Saronite chains that were hanging from the walls detached from the necropolis' structure as Nalor made another guesture, floated down to and melding with the crystal. Finally Nalor let his magic subside, the object he had created floating in place.
"Masta," Kalypso said. "Whot is eet dat joo be pannin' ta do wit' dis?"
"
As I said, my apprentice, that would ruin the surprise
," Nalor replied. "
But don't worry, all will be made clear coon enough
." He summoned a small group of large gargoyles. "
Take this to the outside of Zeramas and attach it to the underbelly
."
The stony creatures did as they were told, taking the chains that were attached to the crystal in their claws before being teleported outside by Nalor. "
My apprentice
," Nalor then said, turning towards Kalypso. "
Set us on a course for the Argent Stand. In the meantime, I require rest to regain my full power
."
"Jes, masta," the troll lich said, floating over the enchanted panel and teleporting out of the room. Tyria glanced at Nalor, but then decided to follow the troll, walking over the panel and disappearing.
Nalor's boney grin seemed to widen as his flames crackled with malicious joy.
You have no idea what's coming for you.
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Post by
Patty
You killed her!
But then again, I
did
hint it was okay to have her decomposed. :D
Good job, as per usual.
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Morec0
Writer's Commentary:
A giant crystal...
Meh. How bad could it be?
I have some bad knews: with my finals rappidly approaching, I'm not going to have much time to continue to write up any more page - I've fallen drastically behind as it is. So this week - and possibly the next - you'll have to do without an update. I am sorry.
But great news!... okay... there isn't any real great news...
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Post by
Morec0
What does much larger mean? Is Nalor going to absorb the energy of the mojo? Good job on this btw.
Larger was simply reffering to the size of the crystal. It's clearly much larger then any normal gem you'd find inserted into a staff.
As for your second question, that'll show up in the next page. If not, then the one after that for sure.
And thanks.
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