#kalthori

[nirahsa]

Playing around with another mog idea instead of using Mageweave, might need to work on it my Cloth Transmog choices are actually rather limited.

[nirahsa]

House in the Plaguelands

Apothecary Folson trudged forward along the old ruined path, giant plague ridden mushrooms loomed all around as the eerie creatures of the plaguelands hooted in the night. His gaze shifted to and fro as he kept watch to ensure nothing took him by surprise. While the annoying druids had made great strides in helping the land recover from the plague it still permeated the air, the soil creating a monstrous landscape out of what use to be tranquil forest.

It wasn’t long before Folson arrived at his decrepit home, tucked out in the middle of nowhere allowing him to conduct his research undisturbed while having samples close at hand. He produced a set of keys from his robes and unlocked the door before pushing inside only to almost immediately stop.

Within the main room stood a figure, her back turned to him, hunched over his lab equipment as if studying it. Long ears sweeping upwards, a blood elf… no, the skin coloration skewed to the bluish. A Void Elf, an exiled traitor. Another oddity, despite the candlelight she had no shadow, possibly meaning she was a magical projection scrying from afar.

His sunken in eyes took a quick glance around to ensure she was alone before casting a detect magic spell, speaking the incantation near silently. A dark bluish black aura immediately surrounded the void elf, showing how like the rest of her kin she was saturated in void magic. Which meant it wasn’t a projection she was really standing there unaware of him.

The forsaken grinned slightly as he produced a long dagger from the folds in his clothing and slowly stepped forward, being careful to avoid the rotten planks prone to creaking. His shadow slowly extended behind him as he entered the light of the candles. He needed only to get a little closer to silently put an end to this spy.

As he took another step Folson suddenly felt a pressure on his body as if he had been grabbed by the sides. He let out a surprised grunt while looking around wide eyed and seeing nothing.

A binding spell-trap? How did I miss  such a thing, my spell should have made it painfully obvious!

He didn’t have time to figure it out as the grunt had caught the void elfs attention, she straightened up before turning around to peer at him her entire demeanor as if completely unsurprised.

“Oh, hello… someone is home rather early,” As Kalthori spoke a wide tooth bearing grin slowly grew upon her lips.

“Maybe you should have paid more attention spy.” The forsaken spat before he shifted his arms and began to cast a fireball spell, flames quickly grew in his hands. The pressure shifted, his hands were suddenly yanked backwards causing the spell to fizzle.

“Attention… yes that is hard to do. Much harder than this blight research anyway…” She remarked while holding up some of his notes. “You Apothecaries spend years making the plague better so it turns things to goo… which doesn’t seem challenging. Now you are trying to somehow make this turning enemies to goo plague even better?”

“I would say a traitor wouldn’t understand, but you’d still be living making you even less capable of understanding.” He gritted his teeth while struggling trying to move against the unseen force holding him. He incanted several dispel magics, even a curse nullifier to no avail the magic she had used was insidious holding him as if from the shadows.

“Death to the living, for the Dark Lady, yes yes I know the bit, but the plague already kills like…super fast, it’s as if you just want to set a new record.” She mused tapping her chin lightly and causing the notes in her hand to crinkle noisily before she stopped.

“Then you know you won’t prevail against Sylvanas, she will reduce your pitiful Alliance to a dead husk,” Folson growled rather gutturally growing more and more irritated at being unable to determine what magic she was using to hold him.

“My Alliance? Odd… never been told it was mine… I may need to let Anduin know.”

“..What? Did that void magic rot your brain?”

“No… still, Sylvanas will win? That is a rather strong belief, yes...” Kalthori nodded slightly in affirmation while stepping forward her hands clasp behind her back peering intently at him, “Strong beliefs are good…do you want to know what I believe?”

“I don’t care elf,” He spat at her, causing her to frown slightly as the grimy rotten saliva hit her in the cheek. She brushed it away, a scowl forming as she regarded him again before it softened and she smiled widely.

The pressure on his arms suddenly vanished, only for it to descend on his neck. The sudden grip causing Folson to squirm as it began to squeeze even harder.  A sudden loss of breath hit him because of the tightening hold around his neck. Which was absurd, he was undead he didn’t even need to breath!

Kalthori leaned in closer her face only inches from his. Speaking slowly her voice almost a whisper, “I believe, what doesn’t kill you…simply makes you, stranger.”

With those words the pressure around his neck increased dramatically and the Apothecary felt his feet leave the ground as he was strangled, writhing and squirming trying to break free from the unseen force as he kept trying to breathe reflexively. Until everything went dark as one last strangled squeal escaped from his undead lips.

Behind his now motionless corpse, his shadow was held in a death grip by Kalthori’s Shadow which simply tossed the Apothecary’s shadow aside, resulting in the dead forsaken being flung to the ground with a dull thud, the rotten boards of the house creaking under the sudden weight. The Void Elf’s shadow almost seemed to grin before it moved along the floor, returning to Kalthori as it seemed to become just a normal inanimate shadow, flickering against the candlelight.

Meanwhile the Void Elf turned back to the lab equipment and resumed her own studies of the former Apothecaries work.

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“Normally people don’t just...hand me objects of power. They usually cite, discipline issues...or my laugh makes them reconsider...”

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“Yesterday, Miner, Today...Pirate, tomorrow the world..I mean, Mayor.”

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“I’m a miner! This scythe is very important to that job, I swear.”

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The Power of Fabulousness

((Yeah Kalthori is a Warlock in this one rather than a warrior. Probably going to stay that way as I think it fits her a bit better. Also think I’m kind of figuring out the kind of persona I want for her...maybe.))

Kalthori tapped her chin as the void elf pondered the task ahead of her. This trial thing given to her by these Meddlers was most unusual. Instead of proving her her mettle through spellwork, physical combat, or a talbuk skinning contest she was instead tasked by the Banana Lloyd to ‘Defeat a Great Evil with the Power of Fabulous’.

Odd request, logically it seemed improbable. As according to her equations Fabulousness was simply a part of the requirements to defeat evil not the sole thing to defeat it.

“So if Skill + Magic + Fabulous^2 = Evil Defeated, in order to defeat Evil it would need to be (Fabulous^2)*2…but that relies on if the equation is equal portions of Skill and Magic. Hm perhaps if Fabulous^2 = Evil Defeated – Skill – Magic…yes that works out.”

She pondered a moment longer, “Perhaps I need an expert opinion on the matter.” She channeled shadow magics through her hands before ripping open a portal, a large void hued hand reached in to pull a Felguard out and drop him unceremoniously on the ground. The Demon got up with a snarl brandishing his axe.

“WHO DARES SUMMON ME IN SUCH A FASHION!?”

“No no, I’m not to defeat evil with Fashion even though that does tie into being Fabulous.  So Mister….hm what was your name?”

“Skreegozin! And it is the name that will end in your death!” The Felguard bellowed before charging her axe at the ready.

“Oh right, I did forget the bindings…” She waved her arm towards the Felguard in a particular pattern. Large chains made of shadow materialized, slamming into the demon knocking it to the ground as more and more chains wrapped around the felguard keeping it immobile even as it bellowed angrily.

“So Mister, Skreegozin…do you use that as a battlecry? You should, charge in screaming SKREE SKREE!” She snickered, “Anyway, could you be defeated by the power of Fabulousness?”

“Nnngh…graah! Only if it was a might weapon and I didn’t use it to remove your head from your torso!” The Demon bellowed.

Kalthori starting giggling uncontrollably for several moments, the demon simply snarled in annoyance during this. The Void elf composed herself hands patting her clothes as if the laughing had moved them out of place. “Sorry, the thought of you being fabulous was a bit too much to bear.”

She tapped her chin again, “Hm Fabulousness as a Might Weapon, technically I’m not suppose to use weapons or spells in this trial. Perhaps if I turned Fabulousness into a Mighty Potion?”

Kalthori’s thoughts were brought back to reality a moment later as the Felguard growled and buckled under the chains trying to break free.

“Oh right, you’re still here, that’s all I needed, you can go back to…mayhem and slaughter or whatever unfabulous thing it is you were doing.” She said while making a sweeping motion with her arm, throwing the demon back through the portal.

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Tests of Fabulousness

A leatherbound journal contained various notes on different subjects. Turned open to a section dedicated to fabulousness.

Test of Fabulousness #5

Words of Fabulousness

Subject:  Bandits

Reasoning: Bandits terrorize countrysides committing crimes for their own benefit. Only Evil would be so callous.

Description: Confronted Bandits coming from Moonbrook, Westfall.  Implored them with eloquent speech to throw away their weapons and give up their evil ways and instead take up pitchforks and become productive farmers for the betterment of everyone.

Conclusion: Bandits threw a pitchfork and attacked, proving immune to Words of Fabulousness. Proved less immune to Succubus Seduction, and whips, and void energy.

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Test of Fabuloussness #13

Potion of Fabulousness

Subject: Very Very Bad Man

Reasoning:  Caught after committing multiple murders in rather gruesome yet creative fashions. Had managed to elude City Guard, Felhound sniffed out his lifeforce however.

Description: Exposed Bad Man to Potion of Concentrated Fabulous, which triggered an extremely reactive response as the potion seemed to cover and start consuming the man. Subject proceeded to scream in pain before being dissolved into a puddle of goo within a minute.

Conclusion: Potion was intended to purge the Evil within the Bad Man. Technically a success, however secondary research indicates the Banana Lloyd would not accept this as Evil being defeated by fabulousness.

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Test of Fabulousness #16

Dance of Fabulousness

Subject: Redridge Gnoll

Reasoning: Gnolls are aggressive creatures that care little for the welfare of anyone but themselves. Signals a spark of evil.

Description:

I confronted a Gnoll in Redridge while wearing appropriate dance attire, however the Gnoll seemed to be immune to the sight of bare hips. I proceeded to do the dance of Fabulousness. The gnoll seemed entranced for roughly ten seconds. The Gnoll broke free of the mesmerizing hip sway and growled before charging with a broken sword.

Conclusion: Gnolls are immune to Dance of Fabulousness, but susceptible to having their lifeforce ripped out of their bodies.

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Test of Fabulousness #21

Pet of Fabulousness

Subject: Undead Vrykul Found in the Howling Fjord

Reasoning: Being Undead, Evil Festers within the Soulless entity.   

Addendum: Some Forsaken are Immune to this, perhaps they still have some part of a Soul.

Description:

Introduced Undead Vrykul to the most Fabulous Pet, Cera a Red Proto-Drake.

Conclusion: Vrykul Eaten by Pet of Fabulousness, I believe this does count as Fabulousness triumphing over Evil as I did not use a spell or weapon. Will have to double check.

(( @gamekid64​ Due to Fabulousness)