(Its not the north or the south side, no its not, its not the east or the west side, no its not, its the dark side! Hehe....And now we get to meet the evils of the world, aren't they great people? And I know Niro will be happy. Please R/R.)
A shadowy figure cloaked in the robes of an iksar heretic stood on the edge of a precipice holding out his spell book. His skeletal minion stood beside him as he chanted the words to a spell long forgotten by the necromancers of Antonica and the Faydwer. Darkness filled the skies as he cried out the final word and pointed a single clawed finger at the sky. A sole dark elf woman approached the necromancer timidly.
"I bear news from Neriak, Freeport and Qeynos."
"Tell me now, sssoft ssskin, before I sssend you to your eternity."
The rogue gulped audibly.
"The mage known as Rravenn, the wizard known as Rianum and the cleric known as Mikanna are on their way to Kaladim."
"Tell me there isss a point to all thisss..."
"O-of course, my lord."
"And what isss it then?"
"They might....the mage knows about our plans for the Faydark—"
"And?"
"And she might tell them."
"AND?" The iksar groaned at the sheer stupidity of this rogue. "Just kill the mage."
"We tried that, my lord."
"And?"
"The wizard—"
"Ssso kill the wizard."
"And the cleric—"
"Then kill the cleric! Do I have to do all the thinking for you, sssoft ssskin? By Cazic-Thule....why do I sssubject myssself to thisss?"
"My lord?"
"WHY ARE YOU SSSTILL HERE??? GET OUT OF MY SSSIGHT!"
The dark elven rogue turned and ran as fast as her legs were able to carry her.
Zycrasik leaned against the wall in the Lodge of the Dead.
"Do I have to go?"
"Zycra,—"
The necromancer pulled a dagger to the apprentice's throat.
"And you were given permission to use my nickname, when?"
"I...I..."
"Just tell the queen I'm going and never enter my line of sight again."
"Yes, of course...right away."
"Just go!"
The apprentice stared at her blankly for a moment and then, realizing his life depended on his speed, ran off into the inky darkness outside the edifice of dark worship. Zycrasik sighed and then a malicious grin crossed her features. I'll go, she thought, I wouldn't mind slaughtering a few elves...
"What isss it NOW?"
The troll stared blankly at his master and then slowly began to speak.
"The...uh...envoy...to the...uh...Ice Orcs....was....uh...slaughtered."
"By?"
"A...uh...barbarian, Master."
"Ssso kill the barbarian and ssssend another envoy...you imbecccile." The messenger stood, staring at the iksar necromancer, "Didn't I tell you to leave?"
"There's...uh...someone here to...uh...see you, Master. An envoy from...uh...Neriak, a necromancer sent by...uh...the queen to serve you."
"Sssend him in."
A dark elven woman stepped forward, flashing a dagger menacingly.
"Him? Him?! I take offense at that, scalie."
"A woman? Fasssscinating...I'll asssssume you're the one that Cristanos Thex ssssent me."
"Quite so, and Xon Quexill requested that I give you these scrolls about the area around Kelethin he gathered for you."
"My thankssss."
A single orc crept along the edge of the path hiding in among the trees, watching the elven children at play.
"Fools, soon orc stomp. Dark Elves will stomp all you elves. Stupid elves..."
He laughed sinisterly and then pulled an enspelled talisman out of his tunic and watched as it began to glow. A haunting voice spoke through it.
"So, you finally decided to answer. Find the elven scout and kill him. His name is Kla...something."
"Kla...something...that helps so much..."
"Silence, Orc, before I smite you... just kill him and be done with it."
"Yes, Lady Zycrasik."
He stalked off, drawing his blade menacingly. Not too far in front of him, he could see an elf garbed in armor flipping a dagger in his hand, a rogue. He approached slowly, shocked that the elf didn't notice him. He slammed the hilt of the blade down on the elf's head and dragged him back to the Crushbone Citadel.
