The Ghostlands are being hauntedâŚ
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The Stygian Hunger has been passed down to Azrin.
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Taserlon has recived a âgiftâ
The Stygian Hunger has been passed to him.
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The shadows of Alterac reach northwardsâŚ
Azrin is now in possession of the first Crimson Eye.
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Taserlon now posses the second Crimson Eye.
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High above the tranquil waterâs surface of a far away ocean fleeting clouds are abruptly torn asunder as the innocent sky sheds a tear â a single one.
The tear, born of a great many crimes against the cosmic order, is beckoned to this world by the Eternal Worm Mother Xaâsugoth. A collapse of titanic evil mass comes first. Then, it rips through time and space like the claw of a giant alien beast. Lithic, near indestructible it smashes through meteors and moons on its destruction-fiending path through the great dark beyond. In a straight curve the tear rolls down the cosmic orderâs cheeks, dripping from the divine chinâŚ
âŚonto this worldâs sky.
Clouds torn asunder, skies shrieking â the tear carves its way through Azerothâs above. That is, until it falls down, somewhere, somewhere far away. The sorry, but perchance blessed, men and women in Lordaeron that are forced to be witness of this blasphemy may perceive a writhing heap of stygian slime ravaging through the clouds with never before seen speed.
It disappearsâŚ
but not from the already accursed and twisted minds of those that listen to the Mountain Lordâs songs of doom.
âI have been where none have been. I have seen the sky turn black, I have seen the sea run dry,â such are the mad thoughts of Baron Blightreek as he licks dry a single tear on his rotten visage with serpent devil tongue.
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What transpired after Xotrios accepted the Star Childâs gift and before he returned to Azeroth:
The Duke of Bloodâs torment, that of Xotrios Drakâash, began near momentarily once he reached out for the Star Childâs seemingly alive â in form of a breathing fist-sized beautifully sparkling something â Star Key. As the hot-blooded undead noble laid his sophisticated, cold fingers around the cosmic gift, he was taken.
Taken not only spiritually, but for true physically. Taken from this world Azeroth and transported onto something⌠somewhere else. Not only where but âwhenâ he was taken may never be answered nor thought about by any sane and healthy mind. The forever forbidden answer to that would be too disturbingly blasphemous, too foundation-shattering. And if the good and faithful of the realm would know â their warding prayers would ring until extinction.
There he lied on stygian stone that defied time and space. Wherever he was, he was forced to all but lie down on an altar erected to the praise of They Who Lead The Star Hunt. After all, it was him, Duke Drakâash, that uncovered the space-traversing tales of The Star Hunt.
He was not alone. With him someone â though that implies that it was still a humanoid personâŚ? â else resided on the rock bearing the altar. On the rock that hung in the Great Dark Beyond, the rock that floated time- and endlessly in front of the myriad of worlds that became prey and fell victim to The Star Hunt. The other one, the Old Prince, done away with the Dukeâs dragon-inflicted wounds with a gesture so vague and yet so powerful that it denied such wounds ever existed in the first place. That was the only mending the Duke would experience. His trial began.
The Old Prince, of course knowing that Xotrios Drakâash had been gifted the Star Key and of course knowing that Xotrios Drakâash had uncovered the tales of the Star Hunt, began the trials â mind-breaking torture. But for the Duke it was mind-testing torture.
The Old Prince let the Duke know without telling him a word that his resolve and devotion would now be tested. And Xotrios would knew that only the worthy may travel the stars. As the Baron foretold.
Perhaps it was a prayer to They Who Lead The Star Hunt that allowed Xotrios Drakâash to surviveâŚ
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It took his whole to remember the instant when it all started. A fleble, dismissing sign of the unspeakable Old Princeâs figure was enough to mend from dragonfire, yet no limb was returned, no magic repaired. After the agony and teachings impossible to analyze into his mortal brain he now realized the Old one had stopped at keeping him alive enough for him to remain in that plane of existence, not going furtherâŚnot yet.
Ever since his first vision each of the Knightâs scars would bleed without stop, always, and always slow. A martyrdoom. Golden strands, a few, marking the silver mane of the elf fell onto his shoulders as he looked around at first, awed by what was around him. There, the Old Prince clawed at an arteficerâs orb of dying gold.
He needed no words, after minutes, years, hours, months, Xotrios now âknewâ, and now it was the time to leave. The whispered chant of the Old Prince was law, and it was his own words, those of the PatronâŚwho saved his soul in the Dark.âOt uhâeogoth mgephaiagl.â
âI sing the gests of a Prince of old.â
âllll ephaiot ehye ng ot yeeogngm, llll choir ot epfmâlatgh ng chords ot fmâlatghor, Yâ ah ot mgehyeâ.
âBy will of one and chorus of seven, with choir of ash and chords of fire, I am the celebrant of ruin.â
âLlll ot yeeogngm ng ot vulgtmah ehye, Yâ bow lâ phânglui.â
âBy path of seven and praise of one, I bow to the Eagle in the Heavens.â
âLlll kadishtuor ot ehyeeog, llll ot ulnah ehye, Yâ ah Dracon ng , ot nâghftlloig ng gnâthâbthnk.â
âWith wisdom of many, by command of one, I am dragon and knight, the savant of sorrow and blood.â
âI lead the congregation of fangs. I bring the requiem of moons. My path is fury, my wake is holocaust, and my march is fealty. I am the servant.
I am the winged one.âXotrios barred his eyes at the Dark as the most fleble of nods was rewarded to his prayer, a blessing carrying the strongest convinction. It was the acknowledgement of a Prince.
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Vengeance beckons⌠the Hand of Conquest shall pay dearly.
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Darkness creeps into the already shaded Ghostlands.
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The Stars of the Outlands mourn the loss of a champion.
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The Stargazer has given up their saracen stone.
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The Highlands become haunted.
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There is evil in Fenris Keep.
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Darkness has crept into mirrors.
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The mirrors were shattered.
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There is misery to be found in the desert of Volâdun.
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Sharp pangs.
Pain.
The Stygian Hunger, WHERE IS IT?!
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The Insane roams the forests.
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