A man in black robes walked into a secluded tent, the robes were lavish and had a few purple designs on them. The flap opened easily and the man turned around to make sure he closed the tent up tight. Turning again he walked over slowly to an orb made of pure obsidium. Lifting his hands they were covered in purple half gloves, with a sigh he closed his eyes under his large hood. Mumbling a few words his hands began to glow with an ethereal fire, the flames slowly crept to the orb igniting it as well. Quickly the flames grew bigger and a visage formed in the flames, the large elementium plated jaw and black dragon face was impossible to not know who this was, Deathwing the Aspect of Death was looking straight at this man. The man took down his hood showing a gaunt face and slate grey eyes, his black hair was graying on the sides and was pulled back in a small ponytail. "Ah it is you my prophet, what news do you bring me from the above?"
The man kneeled and when Deathwing stopped he looked up, "Master, we have found a relic that will in no doubt aid the Twilight's Hammer. Your humble servant wishes to take a force and extract it before anyone else can get their filthy hands on it."
"Do the mortals have any idea of this?"
"No master. I believe the tomb has been empty for many many years."
"Good, Krisoph. What is this artifact?"
Krisoph stood to better explain the artifact. "It is an ancient trollish artifact believed to be the mask of Ula-Tek, worn by her avatars. From the writings we found near the tomb we believe a high enough sacrifice by her avatar can make her manifest again, possibly to our control."
"An Old God under the control of the Twilight's Hammer... I will allow it Krisoph, but do not waste my time. The cataclysm will come, and you should be prepared Prophet." With that Deathwing dissapeared and the flames quickly died out. Krisoph looked down with a smile before turning and heading out of his tent.
Meanwhile in Lorderan...
Sylvanas Windrunner was in her Royal Chambers, she had recently personally requested the presence of a certain hermit Forsaken. The Warlock was a powerful one but like all Forsaken could be contacted by the Banshee Queen by telepathic communication. Sylvanas concentrated, making her brow furrow, her thoughts pervading into the Warlock's head, "Velvale! come to the Undercity at once. I require your presence here seeing as I cannot leave myself." Sylvanas was not a coward by any means of course but her subjects needed all the help they could get in purging Lorderan of the Scourge as well as the Worgen, even humans were pestering The Forsaken trying to destroy them. "There's a rather pressing matter that could help the Forsaken but it must be taken care of quickly. I am not sure how long our window of opportunity will last with Deathwing's lackeys around." The Dark Lady could have continued to detail the mission, but she had a lot on her plate and couldn't give her full concentration to Velvale.
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