This thread is for DASTARDLY WARLOCKS. No GOODLY PRIESTS or MEDDLING MAGES allowed. DEMON HUNTERS NOT WELCOME.
If you are not a WARLOCK, you will DIE !
WELCOME! WARLOCKS! ( of an EVIL alignment )
It is high time we set together. Our very own LEGION OF DOOM.
You see, my colleagues in everburning fel-fire… I believe the world ( of warcraft ) has too soon forgotten us. It is high time we set off and PLAN our next TERRIBLE PLOT.
What shall it be? The fall of a kingdom? To scorch the earth and bring forth an era of burning night? Shall we cast down the Gods and surpass them through might and cunning!?
Please, members of the Roleplay Forum Coven… I, Nether-Lord Corpseburner wish to hear of your deeds. What are you doing to further your goals? How can YOU help spread CHAOS and MISERY 'pon the fine people of Azeroth?
My goblin warlock is hunkered down in a remote location with a bunch of unbound but begrudgingly helpful low level demons and is running a magical detective agency out of some cave. The fall of the burning legion has left many imps unemployed so they have something in common.
Ah, it is so bittersweet, to indulge in dreams of revenge: to harvest the soul and blood of those who defied my will. Was I not the altruist, my fellow colleagues? I, who sacrificed my purity for a city that banished me like a rabid withered? I, who did it all for my family, and now my own blood labels me a traitor? They’d want me to sulk and crawl like a withered, as if I was some kind of lesser animal…
And thus I was betrayed, dear colleagues, a betrayal of blood.
They are not my sole source of disappointment, however, for the bargain with the Legion did not bring Suramar the greatness we were promised. No. Not quite.
And thus came a second betrayal, due to the the demons’ weakness: they too failed to uphold their promise.
I have made my home away from prying eyes. Thus, here I stand, a wanderer across the desolate wastes of a broken world: the Outland, as they call it. Exiled, reviled, perhaps conveniently forgotten.
And yet in this devastated landscape, I have found endless opportunities. The magic of the Nether is all around me, one just needs to know how to reach for it. For as they say, it is better to rule in the Nether, than serve on Azeroth… or something like that.
Sorry I retired from active evil duty last month.
I am no longer a threat to the kingdom, I no longer summon demon hordes, I no longer scheme to sacrifice the entire population of a country to fuel my dark ritual.
Now I am just a minor menace to strangers and villagers.
