Our tale begins in house inhabited by Garrix, an undead warlock and a master alchemist. Garrix is a very eccentric man who is considered a great scholar. He has read practically every book in the land in search of new spells, formula's, and general knowledge, though there was one book he has always been looking for...
Chapter 1: The Substitute
"Jubgip hand me that vial with the blue liquid in it." Garrix asked in his usual sly raspy voice. His imp minion obediently obeyed, hopping around the countless numbers of flask, vials, and tubes on the table, reaching the container Garrix had indicated. Once the burning imp had gave his master the vial he sat back down and watched, fascinated by the potion making.
"Alright, now as long as I followed this recipe correctly this should yield the proper results…" Garrix said as he slowly poured the blue liquid into the purple concoction he was brewing. The purple elixir glowed a fluorescent red and fizzled before turning a lime green and settling."
"Hmmm…That's odd…This should be a pinkish color…" Garrix stated. He slowly turned to his imp minon and gave him a questioning glare. The imp's fascinated expression quickly turned to fear.
"Jub…Did you label my ingredients according to my catalog." Garrix asked.
"Uh, yes master, just like you asked me to from right to left!" replied the imp, proud of his accomplishment. If Garrix had maintained his eyeballs through undeath they would have widened in shock. He quickly turned to the lime green potion that was now bubbling and glowing fiercely.
"Jub you fool, I said left to right!" Garrix exclaimed as he tossed the vial out of the window of his small shack. The concoction blew up outside echoing throughout Tirisfal Glades. Garrix slowly turned to his imp now shivering in fear.
"Grrrr! JUB! Why do you insist on thwarting my every move!" Garrix hollered as he fired a non-lethal fel flame at the imp. The flame knocked the imp clean off the table into the wooden wall. The small flame engulfed imp slowly slid to the floor his head lazily spinning around in a daze.
"I'm sorry master…" gurgled a confused Jubgip.
"It's fine…I'll simply start over…again!" sighed Garrix. "I'm sorry Jubgip. I didn't mean to do that."
The kindness of his master's words kindled his spirits. The imp was instantly revitalized and bouncing around his master's feet.
"That's O.K. master I forgive ya!" screeched the imp.
I have no idea why I keep this little wretch around…Garrix thought to himself. Actually he did know. There were two reasons, the first being that Jubgip was a great stress reliever seeing as how he could take a decent hit and Garrix never had to worry about him turning on him because his imp, surprisingly, adored him. The other was the fact that he liked the attention the imp showed him. The imp was fascinated by his alchemy. Why, he would never known.
"I'm going to need to make a substitute quick…my client will be here any second." Garrix whispered to himself as he starched his head as he scrambled through his recipes. He had promised a client to create a great battle elixir that would allow him to fight for several days straight in exchange for a rare book that the blood elf had come across in his travels. Garrix had been searching for this book for years and was finally about to get his hands on it. He could not let this minor setback keep him from that book.
"Look master! A blood elf coming to visit!" Jubgip said pointing at the window. Indeed there was a Blood elf riding down the cobblestone path on a purple hawk strider.
"What!?" hissed Garrix. He ran to the window and saw the elf. "uh oh…"
Garrix quickly returned to his table and began mixing potions hastily. Before Garrix could finish his mixing there was a knock at his door.
"I'm here to claim my potion Forsaken!" hollered the eager elf.
"Shit!" snapped Garrix. He summoned his voidwalker, Kragborg into the room using one the spirit shard's he kept neatly lined on his shelf.
"What do you want…" growled Kragborg. He wasn't your typical void walker. He complained like most void walkers, sure, but he acted extremely lazy and lethargic. He also didn't seem to think mortals were pitiful creatures, he just hated having to be worked upon by their will.
"Krag occupy that elf until I finish his 'elixir'." Garrix whispered so that the elf could not hear them. The void walker let loose what appeared to be a sigh, bowed his head and slowly drifted to the door.
Kragborg cracked the door and looked at the elf. "Whaddaya want?"
The elf seemed perplexed by the void walker's odd diction.
"I am here for Garrix. He is supposed to be preparing a potion for me and it is due today. I'm here to collect." the elf explained.
"Yeah well that might be a problem…" Kragborg said as he looked back to his master he urged him to continuing distracting the elf.
"How so?" asked the elf
"Well ya see…it just is.
"It just…is?
"Yeah, do you have a problem with that?"
"Well considering that it was promised to me and I walked all this way, I believe I do.
"Oh, well ya know…That's too bad." Kragborg looked back again. His master dropped his face into his bony hand and shook it in embarrassment. I should have sent the succubus... he thought as he urged his voidwalker to continue to stall.
"Listen, why don't you go out, have a few drinks and come back in a bit, O.K.?" Kragborg said in a slightly sarcastic tone. The elf had begun to lose his patience.
"You listen to me, you mindless pitiful servant! I paid damn good money for that potion and I'm giving Garrix a book that could go for a good bit of gold in the auction house, so you go tell Garrix that if he is not out here within the next minute I will take my business elsewhere!" snarled the elf.
"Woah Stingy McStingy-ington, theres no need for name calling!…I'll see what I can do." Kragborg said retreating back into the shack.
"Look here Garrix, I'm a voidwalker, not a door boy. I'm a lil overqualified…and that guy's a jerk!"
"Just a few more moments Krag!" ordered Garrix as he swirled around a blood colored liquid in a glass flask. Kragborg returned to the door.
"Uh…Garrix will be out in a few minutes. He's just putting the finishing touches on your…whatever you asked for. You know, an umbrella on the top with a lemon piece." said the voidwalker in a pleasant tone.
"Umbrella and lime-It's a battle elixir! I don't need an umbrella and a lime!" exploded the elf. " That is it! I have had it with you! I'm coming in right now by force and ripping that potion from Garrix's cold, dead-"
'There will be no need for ripping Felin, my friend!" Garrix said in a fake pleasant tone as he walked to the door with a blue potion in his hands.
"I thought you said it would be pink…" asked the suspicious elf as he arched his brow. Garrix's fake smile faltered for a moment.
"Slight mistake on my part, this is your potion Felin…Do you have the book?" Garrix asked with real enthusiasm. The elf removed a large tome from his hawkstrider and gave it to the undead in exchange for the potion.
"Garrix, get yourself a new host…This voidwalker is detestable." snapped the elf as he mounted his hawkstrider and strode away. Garrix stared at the book with a giddy delight. He quickly rushed back into the shack and placed the book on the table.
"I thought I did a good job…" whined the void walker as he followed his master back into the shack.
The book appeared to be ancient with all sorts of elegant designs covering the book. It was an extremely thick book. Garrix skimmed through the pages until he reached the back. He slowly brought the book to his face and carefully read the words. Upon finishing the text Garrix gasped in excitement. Jubgip and Kragborg exchanged confused glances.
"This is it boys! This is the formula I have been waiting for!" Garrix shouted as he hopped around the room. He quickly stopped and looked back to his demons.
"Uh, I will explain later, right now, we need to start packing." Garrix said in a serious tone.
"Why master?" asked Jubgip.
"Because when that elf finds out what I gave him I don't want him knowing where we are." Garix said as he began to gather his things.
"What did you give him?" asked a curious Kragborg.
"Well not what I promised him that's for sure," said a nervous Garrix.
"…And why are we packing?" asked Jubgip.
"Because we're leaving you fool, didn't I just say that?! I finally have the formula for an elixir that I have spent my entire undeath looking for and it requires very 'exclusive' ingredients." snickered Garrix as he shoved potions, elixirs, and books into mystical bags that could hold an impossible amount of items.
"And I'm gonna have to carry all of it…" sighed an upset Kragborg.
"Nonsense. My felsteed shall carry it's fair share as well as Zephria." Garrix said as he pulled another soul shard out of his robe pocket. He summoned his succubus, Zephria. She appeared with a moan of satisfaction. Garrix had acquired a very rare book that taught him how to maintain all of his demons within his realm at once, though it took a considerable amount of his energy to do so.
"Oh master, how delightful that you called me." said Zephria in her usual seductive tone.
"Hey you preppy tramp, help me carry these bags." barked Kragborg as he viciously tossed a bag at Zephria, knocking her over. She snapped her whip in frustration and let out an agitated whine. These two got along as well as a mongoose and a cobra. They never got along and hated each other with a blinding passion. They constantly squabbled like school children and cost Garrix a valuable amount of time.
"Settle down you two, it won't be much, these bags make everything easy to carry." Garrix said, trying to calm their tempers.
"Oh Garrix, surely someone as intelligent, brilliant, and not to mention handsome, as you understands that poor little me can't do all this heavy lifting." whined Zephria in another seductive tone.
"Don't even try it ya little slut." growled Kragborg.
"Shut your mouth you burly oaf!" snapped Zephria.
"Aw c'mon guys! Can't we all just get along?" coaxed the goblin stepping between the two.
"Oh be quiet you miserable excuse for an imp!" snarled Zephria.
"Hey leave him alone you whore!" barked Kragborg.
"Master could you please summon my darling little Nuzzy?" whined Zephria trying to look as pitiful and lonely as possible. Garrix sighed and wasted another soul shard to summon his felhunter, Nhuuzgram. The felhunter happily hopped around the room before spotting it's favorite person, Zephria, and jumping on her lap, licking her face.
"Oh Nuzzy, I'm so glad I have you! If it weren't for you I don't know how I could survive that one." Zephria said glaring at Kragborg. Her 'dog' barked at Kragborg viciously as usual. Kragborg rolled his eyes. He swore she only liked that dog because it hated him just as much as she did. Kragborg picked up Jubgip, placing him on his shoulder.
"You mind holding one of these?" Kragborg asked holding up a small bag.
"Not a problem buddy!" screeched the goblin as he held the bag with both arms.
Garrix though it was quite interesting how his demons turned out. Zephria and Nhuuzgram had partnered forming their own clique as well as Kragborg and Jubgip.
"If it makes you feel any better There isn't too much cargo for the felsteed, so I will let him carry the bags.
"Ugh, thank you!" sighed a happy Kargborg.
The warlock and his demons walked outside as he summoned his felsteed and packed his bags on it. He then hopped onto the flaming beast and opened the book he had acquired from the elf.
"Let's see. I think the first place we will go is… the Alterac Mountains!" announced.
"Oh, do we have to go somewhere so cold?" complained Zephria. Before Kragborg could make a sly comment to her, Garrix snapped his fingers dismissing all of his demons aside from his felsteed.
"That's enough of that. I'm glad I got you girl. You never pester me do you?" Garrix cooed as he patted the steed. He snapped the reigns and headed south towards The Alterac Mountains to begin his quest.