Behind the dreaded Aldur'thar, the Desolation Gate, deep within the Valley of Fallen Heroes, was a place that none, apart from some of the most powerful scourge, knew about.
Deep under the ground, far enough down that the bombs dropped by the Skybreaker and Orgrim's Hammer couldn't make a shock wave that would reach it. This place, surrounded by ten thick feet of the purest saronite, and full of the most gruesome creations, was a place known as Karalk'Rath, or, in common, The Bloody Prison.
It was here that many scourge milled about, performing their duties or aimlessly wandering the halls. Few of these scourge we actually intelligent, and even fewer could be counted as having been anything apart from undead.
The leader of Karalk'Rath, Soyla the Spirit Shifter, was one of the most beautiful and deadly scourge not known to mankind. Indeed, though she had been alive before the Lich King himself was reawakened, she had been smart at biding her time for a more powerful master.
The rooms of Karalk'Rath were almost all the same. They were all covered in Saronite, with poison and blood stained floors, and rough walls. Some of the rooms had tables upon tables full of potions and incomplete undead. Two of the rooms had cots lining both the walls. The ones underneath these were filled with the more important research, and under these, the prisons were set.
There were close to thirty five rooms or cages, and almost every one was full. Different cages filled the rooms, some made to keep magic users in, some for paladins, or rouges. Abominations, necromancers, and geists wandered the halls.
Karalk'Rath was dangerous, unheard of, and it held some of the most powerful scourge and heroes in it's grasp. If she wiled, Soyla could destroy Azeroth with a sweep of her men. It was only a matter of time before she willed.
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Isleande had lived in Karalk'Rath for as long as she could remember. That was her entire scourge life, when she'd been created by the Mother, Soyla. Mother… Islaende could sense her in the back of her mind, as she could since awakening to the cold world she resided in.
A ghoul went running by her, a screaming Gnome woman tied to him by a simple Saronite chain. Islaende snarled at the woman, making her break into hysterical sobs. "A fool, that one." She murmured to herself.
As she walked across the prison area of her home, she looked up towards the other two floors, and, eventually, the surface. The surface that she'd never seen. OF course she got reports from up there, she'd heard about the Death Knights escaping, the Skybreaker and Orgrim's Hammer being created, about the tournament and the Black Knight and all that.
Islaende smiled at the thought of the Black Knight. Kel'Thuzad had suggested to the Lich King that Mother should recreate him as a human. Mother had refused, meeting with the image of the Father and informing him: 'Anyone weak in life is weak in death. Go ahead and send your pile of bones to recreate that damned cultist. I won't touch him.'
And recreate the man they did. Only to watch him die at said tournament. Kel'Thuzad continued to bring the Black Knight back to life, each time trying to make him better. Islaende enjoyed watching Mother laugh her head off each time the Black Knight was killed again. 'There is only one reason I'm letting Menethil keep Kel'Thuzad.' Mother had confided in her one day. 'And that is because he's so damn funny in his own special way.'
Islaende stopped her thoughts and looked around. Yes, she was in the right prison now. The words: Lara Icna (Prison Thirty Four) were engraved in the ceiling. She rotated her icy gaze around the prisoners. Those who were alive and conscious squeaked in fright. She glared at the other wall of prisoners, and she almost got the same effect. Almost. One of the prisoners glared back. She walked up to his cell.
He was a rouge, she guessed by the leather armor. A night Elf as well. His pale purple skin, long silver hair, and sharp glowing white eyes would have made her swoon if she was human. However, she wasn't.
The rouge laughed, and she leaned towards his cell. "Something funny, rouge?"
He glared up at her and didn't answer.
She raised her hand, and he flinched a ice gripped his heart. "Well?"
"Monster. Foul, undead monstrosity!" He gasped out.
'At least your talking." She answered, releasing the spell. He gasped, and collapsed, coughing up almost frozen blood.
She walked away without a word.
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Laying on the floor, the Night Elf took a shuddering breath before sitting up and glaring at the spot the Death Knight had inhabited. Letting out a growl, he leaned against the icy, rough saronite of his cage.
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A/N: Woot, test chapter done! Hope you like, Read and Review!
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