Sholaad's encounter with the Nightmare, and how it affected his deepest fears.
*Across signs in Orgrimmar, Thunderbluff and Silvermoon"
Sholaad reflects upon the recent Retribution Peace talks, and what ensued.
Sholaad, recently inducted as a vindicator, learns his first teachings of Retribution, and what that must mean for him and his people.
Sholaad returns to his quarters, after a heated and emotional debate with some of his fellow exiled ones.
Sholaad considers those who oppose his future actions of RETRIBUTION against the Horde, while remembering some Old Pains.
He looked into the orbs of those to foolish elves. Their blue swollen skin seemingly withering away as he siphoned the necrotic energy that fueled their corpses into unlife. He watched the blue glow that surrounded the orbs fade away, their bodies falling to the wet dark cobblestone that created the floor of this basement. Their essences, glowing blue surrounded the Twisted Souls and fed them all.The sweet delectable necromantic magic that Nerothos himself placed into the "Chosens" now were placed in their proper hosts.
A lone figure stood in the ruins of an old nation. A small shack, likely owned by a family of humans who once lived there, surrounded him. Standing no taller than he once was, his body was in shambles. Bone, still littered with bits and pieces of burnt ichor, showed on his arms and uncovered hands.
His hood pulled back, the face was more akin to a skull than a complete head. His once pointed orcish ears were lost, as were his yellowed tusks. Flickering yet glowing blue eyes cast a blue hue around the visage.
The vindicator finished his rounds, and was deep in meditation. He opened his eyes, some great weight lifted off his shoulders. He took a deep breath, and said in his musical tongue:
"No more waiting. The time has come."
The Citadel was quiet, black charred walls smelling of smoke. A creak or two could be heard in the distance, the shattering of a piece of glass, or falling rock.
At the pit of the Citadel, were black marks, once the place of the Host-monstrosity taken Pit Lord form. Near it, was something else. A body, shriveled and blackened. Bone was apparent, pieces of burnt ichor still in the crevices.
