they say that dar’khan drathir was quel’thalas most prominent traitor of all — but they forget his mentor, the one to place the idea in his head in the first place. advisor mannimarco, trusted sorcerer sublime of anasterian’s court, mysteriously vanished when the king was slain and the necromancer, kel’thuzad, rose out of the sun, away from death’s grip. some cry foul; others cry that they are fools, unaware that he merely followed the slim betrayer path.
whispers of a cult soon arose south of the high elves’ forever spring land, and in tirisfal the first appearances of people wrapped in cloth emblazoned with worms and unknown tongues surfaced from the dreadful soil. in the steps of the damned they wandered, though at the plaguelands they stopped. a minor branch of the damned, the black worm stays secret, merely a shadow of the larger being.
“ arch - lich, ” mannimarco croons, haughtiness in tone a dangerous game, “ are we not beyond making fodder for slaughter ? all that these ghouls know is how to devour ! they will merely gnaw on the nearest bone they can put their gums on. ”
they have been known to butt heads, kel’thuzad and he, for differing views, for differing ways to create their life’s work — but they both remain. a good competition is healthy, some say, to make the work better, to improve out of spite and jealousy.
mannimarco takes the nearest ghoul by its jaw, uncaring that it drools all over his hand, and turns the corpse’s face left and right. “ not a single thought behind those eyes, ” he says with mock sympathy, and digs gauntlet claws into its cheeks, “ i could do better than this. ”
@curiositydies / starter call.