Mortica
07-25-2007, 02:15 PM
I am sorry to say that that I had to leave again. My curse as I had come to call it hurt once more. As I left the castle I noticed my once gold and shining armor was fading. I ignored this and continued on through Deadwind Pass. Some robbers stops me and tried to steal my few gold that I had. I slew the, thinking it would be good to destroy the evil in this place. When I brought up my sword to shealth it I noticed my gloves had turned Black. This disturbed my a little however I continued on my journey to figure out what this curse was.
I came to Darkshire. Alliance territory. However strangely, none of the alliance attacked me. It was strange. I couldn't tell what they were thinking. They all just watched me staringly. I continued through until I was stopped by an alliance paladin who knew my people's language. He asked me what I was doing in thier territory. I told him I was looking for a warlock in the area. He asked me why I was. I told him I had sometype of curse that I needed to find out about. He nodded and told me he knew of the warlock. We both mounted and he showed me where. Once we arrived I asked him why he didn't attack me or any of his comrades. He just left, but muttered something about my armor.
I looked at the warlock's cottage. It was shrouded by a darkmist. Which was normal for duskwood, but there was something extra evil about it. I didn't care. I knew this being would know what it was. I knocked on the door only for it to open to my shock. I then heard these words in my language I had hoped I would never hear. Let alone from who spoke it...
"I've been expecting you General Tryce"
I came to Darkshire. Alliance territory. However strangely, none of the alliance attacked me. It was strange. I couldn't tell what they were thinking. They all just watched me staringly. I continued through until I was stopped by an alliance paladin who knew my people's language. He asked me what I was doing in thier territory. I told him I was looking for a warlock in the area. He asked me why I was. I told him I had sometype of curse that I needed to find out about. He nodded and told me he knew of the warlock. We both mounted and he showed me where. Once we arrived I asked him why he didn't attack me or any of his comrades. He just left, but muttered something about my armor.
I looked at the warlock's cottage. It was shrouded by a darkmist. Which was normal for duskwood, but there was something extra evil about it. I didn't care. I knew this being would know what it was. I knocked on the door only for it to open to my shock. I then heard these words in my language I had hoped I would never hear. Let alone from who spoke it...
"I've been expecting you General Tryce"