Post by zeo on Mar 24, 2006 22:55:04 GMT -5
Chapter One - Stranger on the Island
"Warlocks tread dangerous ground in dealing with demons, but our demoniacs take this one step further."
- Al'Tabim the All-Seeing
The sun shone down on the Zandalar Island Village with the usual intensity of the Stranglethorn Jungle, the water was warm and the atmosphere seemingly lax. The Trolls went about their regular daily business, which was to be fair - rather bizarre. Several Troll Priests, offering Bijou's and other Paragons of Power from Zul'Gurub, occupied the Shrine to Zanza - each one of the items collected by adventurers who answered the Trolls call for aid. It was simple to see "Outsiders" were welcome within the village, many races ranging from Gnome to Tauren could be seen conversing will several trolls - taking tips of advice on combat, learning more about the Trolls, and most importantly collecting artefacts of power to help them in their journeys.
"You help us in Zul?Gurub, we give you powerful items. And maybe even teach you how to make them aswell!"
A small boat moored on the island, a rather uncommon sight as most adventure's swam, however the lone Human in the boat had luggage and other possessions - far too much to take over by swimming. Life on the island stopped momentarily as everyone turned to see the stranger, and within seconds the drums began to play again and the conversations and crafting continued. The Human tied his small boat too a peg driven into the sand of the beach and took a backpack from the pile of luggage, strapping it to his back he made his way to one of the huts on the island. His arms were not covered, and each arm carried a colourful band belonging to a Primitive Mantle, an item often worn by Trolls. As he passed several of the Trolls they looked at him inquisitively, seemingly confused by his presence - one of the trolls spoke "Ansha Lanti" which means Holy Shadow, and continued on its way.
The man began to ascend the steps; he was dressed in black robes however walked up the steps with ease. His cloak carrying the insignia of a Knight of Stormwind, and on his shoulders two pads carrying the skulls of foreign horned creatures. As the man ascended to the second story of the hut his shoulder-length black hair swung in the slight breeze, held back by a headband of cloth, pushing under the cloth - two small bumps, un-noticeable from one standing a few yards away. Several glowing-ornaments adorned the stranger's belt, attracting slightly more attention from the magical-attuned members of the island than any other of the man?s possessions. Taking the last step the man looked across to a table covered in a map, standing at the table was Al'Tabim the All-Seeing, the Troll who delt with Mages, Priests, and Warlocks. The troll continued to study the map, and spoke without turning.
"Greetings mon, what can I do fer yoo t'day?"
"Training." Came the blunt response.
"I can already sense y're a magicker, not a weak one either mind. Seems like '?m yur mon." The Troll turned to face the Human, and raised an eyebrow when he saw him.
"A warlock eh? You'll only be interested in da items of power den mon; well here is a list- the Troll did not finish before the Human spoke again.
"I am here for more than items Al'Tabim, I am here to train." The Human looked towards the Troll and made a small addition, whilst lowing to his knees and bowing his head "I wish to study as a Demoniac." A slight breeze blew across the island, and an awkward silence gripped the hut. The Troll peered at the man and knelt down and placed his index and middle finger on the mans bowed head.
"Through an ancient and arcane ritual, Demoniacs allow a demon to enter dere being. Rather than let it possess dem though, they enslave the demon from da inside, absorbing the power of the beast for dere own command. It is a feat few are ever able to masta." Another silence followed as the Troll closed its eyes and scryed the man. "It seems though friend. You've done this already?" The Human man looked up to see the Troll's eyes.
"You can feel it?" inquired the man.
"Mon, I known many a Troll Demoniac in me time, I can sense da demon in you yes aldough..." the Troll paused. "Something else is present aswell, but weaker, and not so dark." The troll looked down at the wooden ornaments on the Man's robe, and in particular the one on his chest and placed his Scrying fingers on it. "Mon. . .I heard about you ah fink. Why 'av you come 'ere? And tell me, what is your name?" The troll gestured for the man to rise, and they both did, and took seats by the map-table.
"I am Zeo Silvercrown, Demon Hunter and Warlock. I have had a Demon sealed inside me, a Greater one by the name of Gigma. It is sealed by a force known as The Phalanx, a source of power dedicated to eradicating the Burning Legion." Al'Tabim nodded at Zeo, understanding.
"And you wish to learn how to draw more power from da Demon, Gigma was it?"
"Indeed. I have been able to extract powers already to increase my Magical Talent, aswell as unlocking the secrets to Hellfire without having to read the Forbidden Tomes."
"You do not seek power mon? I know der is much more to be read from dose books."
"I study at the Silvercrown Magic Academy, and I study the ways and theories of the Arcane. Back in my home of Stormwind a man named Zardeth of the Black Claw trained me. However. The full path of the Warlock is not one I wish to take."
"You are wise mon. Or maybe foolish for giving up such power - time will tell. You've been here with dose friends of yours before, and bought us many coins and bijous; those tasks remain - for your equipment. To learn more of the Demoniac..." The troll rose from his seat and looked over the island, scratching the back of his neck. "You will train with me..."
((To be continued, 4-parter.)
"Warlocks tread dangerous ground in dealing with demons, but our demoniacs take this one step further."
- Al'Tabim the All-Seeing
The sun shone down on the Zandalar Island Village with the usual intensity of the Stranglethorn Jungle, the water was warm and the atmosphere seemingly lax. The Trolls went about their regular daily business, which was to be fair - rather bizarre. Several Troll Priests, offering Bijou's and other Paragons of Power from Zul'Gurub, occupied the Shrine to Zanza - each one of the items collected by adventurers who answered the Trolls call for aid. It was simple to see "Outsiders" were welcome within the village, many races ranging from Gnome to Tauren could be seen conversing will several trolls - taking tips of advice on combat, learning more about the Trolls, and most importantly collecting artefacts of power to help them in their journeys.
"You help us in Zul?Gurub, we give you powerful items. And maybe even teach you how to make them aswell!"
A small boat moored on the island, a rather uncommon sight as most adventure's swam, however the lone Human in the boat had luggage and other possessions - far too much to take over by swimming. Life on the island stopped momentarily as everyone turned to see the stranger, and within seconds the drums began to play again and the conversations and crafting continued. The Human tied his small boat too a peg driven into the sand of the beach and took a backpack from the pile of luggage, strapping it to his back he made his way to one of the huts on the island. His arms were not covered, and each arm carried a colourful band belonging to a Primitive Mantle, an item often worn by Trolls. As he passed several of the Trolls they looked at him inquisitively, seemingly confused by his presence - one of the trolls spoke "Ansha Lanti" which means Holy Shadow, and continued on its way.
The man began to ascend the steps; he was dressed in black robes however walked up the steps with ease. His cloak carrying the insignia of a Knight of Stormwind, and on his shoulders two pads carrying the skulls of foreign horned creatures. As the man ascended to the second story of the hut his shoulder-length black hair swung in the slight breeze, held back by a headband of cloth, pushing under the cloth - two small bumps, un-noticeable from one standing a few yards away. Several glowing-ornaments adorned the stranger's belt, attracting slightly more attention from the magical-attuned members of the island than any other of the man?s possessions. Taking the last step the man looked across to a table covered in a map, standing at the table was Al'Tabim the All-Seeing, the Troll who delt with Mages, Priests, and Warlocks. The troll continued to study the map, and spoke without turning.
"Greetings mon, what can I do fer yoo t'day?"
"Training." Came the blunt response.
"I can already sense y're a magicker, not a weak one either mind. Seems like '?m yur mon." The Troll turned to face the Human, and raised an eyebrow when he saw him.
"A warlock eh? You'll only be interested in da items of power den mon; well here is a list- the Troll did not finish before the Human spoke again.
"I am here for more than items Al'Tabim, I am here to train." The Human looked towards the Troll and made a small addition, whilst lowing to his knees and bowing his head "I wish to study as a Demoniac." A slight breeze blew across the island, and an awkward silence gripped the hut. The Troll peered at the man and knelt down and placed his index and middle finger on the mans bowed head.
"Through an ancient and arcane ritual, Demoniacs allow a demon to enter dere being. Rather than let it possess dem though, they enslave the demon from da inside, absorbing the power of the beast for dere own command. It is a feat few are ever able to masta." Another silence followed as the Troll closed its eyes and scryed the man. "It seems though friend. You've done this already?" The Human man looked up to see the Troll's eyes.
"You can feel it?" inquired the man.
"Mon, I known many a Troll Demoniac in me time, I can sense da demon in you yes aldough..." the Troll paused. "Something else is present aswell, but weaker, and not so dark." The troll looked down at the wooden ornaments on the Man's robe, and in particular the one on his chest and placed his Scrying fingers on it. "Mon. . .I heard about you ah fink. Why 'av you come 'ere? And tell me, what is your name?" The troll gestured for the man to rise, and they both did, and took seats by the map-table.
"I am Zeo Silvercrown, Demon Hunter and Warlock. I have had a Demon sealed inside me, a Greater one by the name of Gigma. It is sealed by a force known as The Phalanx, a source of power dedicated to eradicating the Burning Legion." Al'Tabim nodded at Zeo, understanding.
"And you wish to learn how to draw more power from da Demon, Gigma was it?"
"Indeed. I have been able to extract powers already to increase my Magical Talent, aswell as unlocking the secrets to Hellfire without having to read the Forbidden Tomes."
"You do not seek power mon? I know der is much more to be read from dose books."
"I study at the Silvercrown Magic Academy, and I study the ways and theories of the Arcane. Back in my home of Stormwind a man named Zardeth of the Black Claw trained me. However. The full path of the Warlock is not one I wish to take."
"You are wise mon. Or maybe foolish for giving up such power - time will tell. You've been here with dose friends of yours before, and bought us many coins and bijous; those tasks remain - for your equipment. To learn more of the Demoniac..." The troll rose from his seat and looked over the island, scratching the back of his neck. "You will train with me..."
((To be continued, 4-parter.)