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curiositydiesAhn'kahet.
Once a formidable underground city, a constant reminder of the power of the Nerubian Empire, it was conquered long ago by the Scourge, and the inhabitants assimilated into the undead forces. It has seen many battles, little wars fought for control over the vast, sprawling caverns left empty and echoing. Only scraps remain of the Empire's former glory days.
Since the momentous events that wiped the Scourge as a devastating force mostly off the map, there have been several forays by living nerubians to attempt to delve into its depths. At first, these were successful.
But the vastness of the subterranean city ensures that despite the constant vigil of its former inhabitants, things may thrive. You could house an army and provide for them without attracting notice, given time and secrecy.
And in the darkness, there is plenty of both. Time to plot and time to assemble the reagents that will knit together to form a grand new design; the invasion and destruction of Azeroth's civilizations, laying waste to everything in sight.
The preparations have taken years; there's only so much his forces can move in secrecy, and some direly needed artifacts - and corpses - are closely guarded. In a room repurposed for the task, the corpses of preserved and reconstructed potential soldiers are laid out, awaiting revival.
And in another room, significantly less grand, a recently revived lich performs a ritual of a somewhat different kind, though not too far from what his 'new master' wants to perform on the corpses neatly laid out in the makeshift morgue a few rooms away. He grudgingly admits that his 'master', fuelled by insanity and a great deal of willpower, has the power to accomplish much.
He'd indulge himself in a laugh, if it wasn't such a delicate operation. The man obviously is not well read.
As it is, this is the most difficult part. A body is nothing without its accompanying soul, and bringing this particular soul back might prove troublesome.
Still, it's nothing to performing a summoning ritual in the middle of a heated battlefield. The circle glows, sickly green; blue snakes into it as he extends his consciousness, searching, and at the same time sending out a powerful, almost compelling signal.
To that one particular soul, it might be a familiar one.
Once a formidable underground city, a constant reminder of the power of the Nerubian Empire, it was conquered long ago by the Scourge, and the inhabitants assimilated into the undead forces. It has seen many battles, little wars fought for control over the vast, sprawling caverns left empty and echoing. Only scraps remain of the Empire's former glory days.
Since the momentous events that wiped the Scourge as a devastating force mostly off the map, there have been several forays by living nerubians to attempt to delve into its depths. At first, these were successful.
But the vastness of the subterranean city ensures that despite the constant vigil of its former inhabitants, things may thrive. You could house an army and provide for them without attracting notice, given time and secrecy.
And in the darkness, there is plenty of both. Time to plot and time to assemble the reagents that will knit together to form a grand new design; the invasion and destruction of Azeroth's civilizations, laying waste to everything in sight.
The preparations have taken years; there's only so much his forces can move in secrecy, and some direly needed artifacts - and corpses - are closely guarded. In a room repurposed for the task, the corpses of preserved and reconstructed potential soldiers are laid out, awaiting revival.
And in another room, significantly less grand, a recently revived lich performs a ritual of a somewhat different kind, though not too far from what his 'new master' wants to perform on the corpses neatly laid out in the makeshift morgue a few rooms away. He grudgingly admits that his 'master', fuelled by insanity and a great deal of willpower, has the power to accomplish much.
He'd indulge himself in a laugh, if it wasn't such a delicate operation. The man obviously is not well read.
As it is, this is the most difficult part. A body is nothing without its accompanying soul, and bringing this particular soul back might prove troublesome.
Still, it's nothing to performing a summoning ritual in the middle of a heated battlefield. The circle glows, sickly green; blue snakes into it as he extends his consciousness, searching, and at the same time sending out a powerful, almost compelling signal.
To that one particular soul, it might be a familiar one.
