#darkbeginnings

[wispurrpines]

. Missing You.

// . A Dark Beginnings tribute.

[mspainttt]

“Now I’m without you.”

[khazidean]

Footnote: Intro Story

Khazidean was once a human, although he has all but forgotten his human name. A human who was eventually cast out of the Kirin Tor for trying to research dark magic. He took up residence as a "Mystic" in Lordaeron to continue his research in secret. After many years, he finally had begun to unlock the mysteries of Shadow and Fel when Lordaeron fell to the scourge. Hiding in the woods for many days, near starvation and his magic nearly depleted. He witnessed the first of those who would become Forsaken break free from the control of the Lich King, including Lady Sylvanas. Knowing he will soon die of old age regardless, he makes a desperate decision. Trusting in his own willpower to free him, he purposefully allows himself to be turned and rise up again. Once arisen he is able to fully embrace the fel and shadow powers he had once only studied, but were now a part of him. Able to bring destruction, call forth powerful demons, and afflict his enemies with deadly curses and corruption, he reveled in his new life as a Warlock in service to the Forsaken.

[khazidean]

Dark Beginnings...part 2.

As I utter the final word of the spell, I find my vision obscured as I am engulfed in a green vortex of energy. I feel slightly disoriented as I am whisked away. Soon the energy of the spell clears and I find myself in the wilds. I wonder if perhaps I my spell has misfired as I look around for some clue to my current whereabouts. I find myself in a small clearing and the trees nearest me are of a temperate variety common to any of a dozen forests. I don’t currently see any wildlife, but can hear the chatter one would expect from birds and other small game. Through the trees, I can see the slopes of rolling hills and I am forced to conclude I am near Hillsbrad. I am nearly convinced that I have made some mistake in my casting when I notice a small fern near me wilted and dying. Curious I attempt to examine it closer, but upon my touch it crumbles to dust. Taking a closer look, I find another plant in similar shape, then another. Soon I am following a trail of dead or dying plants. Soon I find myself standing before the small entrance to a cave. I congratulate myself on being very clever for having gotten this far, when I suddenly wracked with pain and crumble into an unconscious heap.

[khazidean]

Dark Beginnings...part 1.

It has been many years since I have thought of those early times. I showed an early talent for magic. A talent that quickly caught the attention of the Kirin-Tor. I rose through the ranks quickly and was eventually apprenticed to the Archmage Kel’thuzad. I was young and arrogant. My only thought was to impress my master and intimidate my fellow apprentices. Despite my best efforts, Kel’thuzad took no real notice of me. I fumed over his neglect, believing I was meant for something better than the life of an apprentice. I spoke to the others of the Kirin’Tor, but so in awe of Kel’thuzad were they, that they dare not interfere in his workings. Without recourse, I decided I would learn as much as I could about Kel’thuzad and whatever research it was that took him abroad for weeks at a time. It took me months of sneaking, watching, lying and other more sinister forms of deceit. But eventually I was finally able to recreate the complex teleportation spell I observed him using. In my supreme arrogance, I could not know what awaited me as I completed the spell...