A life of pain

Prologue

Burgrsch stoos chained by the neck to the pit's roof. He had been beaten, stripped and burned marked for his crimes. His fellow Company members had found him guilty of betrayal and tho his actions had lead to the druidess Naibi's death he was found not guilty of murder. Now Commander Firemane ordered Hanouff to hold the old orc.

The mighty arms Hanouff locked the arms the chain and naked orc. Holding the old orc in place. Zen'jan held the dragon bone totem shaped like a cat in his hand. The commanders eyes had no mercy in them, nor had Amelía's eyes any.

She held a dagger in her hand, and whit it she cut the old one's chest open. Once she had done so Zen'jan gave her the totem. As she pushed it in to Burgrsch body he felt it's holy energies burn he to his wherry soul.

Then Taigi healed the wound. The pain was to much for him, the agony toke him. He fell and his spirit traveled inwards. The only one to take pity on him the mage Skabb, she put his robes over his sleeping form

The punishment

The old orc body was consume by the pain that the dragon totem of the cat caused him. And because of that agony his consciousness had let go and he collapsed in to a troubledsleep. The only thing that cowered his half naked and beaten body was the robes that Skabb had lied on him.

Now Burgrsch spirit traveled in to the source of his pain. The warlock's spirit came face to face whit the holy being that was the totems power.

Even in his dream the fallen shaman had the sense of mind to fall to his knee's before the mighty spirit. It was made of green, emerald like, earth. Had the shape of a great cat, maybe a lion or tiger the orc could not tell. It's stone like skin was cracked and from those cracks a golden light shone.

The mighty cat spirit made from the elemental powers of Katoka, the holy light of Anyel and the feral powers of Niabicircled the old orc. He simply waited for it to pass it's own judgment on him.

All the wail he felt how waves of pain pulsed through him. Like a heartbeat of agony.

Part 2

The great cat had circled the orc for what seamed hours to him. The waves of pain seamed to come slower now, but the power of the pain was also growing. Burgrsch was growing impatient, and orc never known for being clam or reflecting beings had a need to act.

Even so, as a former shaman he knew not to anger a spirit. Still it's unwillingness to act irritated him. He glared at the mighty cat, it's golden eyes judging him. The old warlock felt he had to do something.
"Why are you here great one? Shall you torment me more or have you come to make a deal?"

His question was meet whit a angry growl and then noting.

Again he waited, time slowed, the waves of pain came further but when the pain came it felt like his whole body would explode. And whit the pain came anger, fear and a need to act.
"I know you can understand me! Pleas speak to me!" the old orc bagged. The cat did not respond in any other way but snort in anger.
"If you mean to be my enemy! Then fight me!" The old orc roared and rose.

It all happened whit in a instance. Burgrsch attacked the great cat spirit. But even tho he fought whit all his might the spirit overpowered him and forced him down. The great cat stood over him snarling, the stone claws of it's front paws still drawing blood form the old orc's body.
"Mercy... I surrender..." Burgrsch muttered, "I ask only your forgiveness... For what I made you do to Niabi..."

Part 3

The vision had faded he the old one had woken. The waves of pain pulsating through his body. It stole his focus, and made it hard for him to keep a tight rein on his demon slaves. He even chose not to use Haathum for fear that the Felguard would use his weakened hold to break free and kill his master.

Instead Burgrsch found that his pain fueled the darkest of warlock arts. For when ever his went in to battle against corruption's of nature or other forms of evil the pain lessened. He also learned to send part of his pain to others, using it as a weapon.

In his wake followed suffering and death. The old orc cast himself in to the war efforts of the Horde. Tho every time he turned his powers against a druid, shaman or servant of the holy light the pain forced him to stop.

He told himself that he could master it, that all he needed was time. But in his heart he knew the truth, he was only in part in control. The spirit of the totem was as much his master as he was the master of his demons.

What he needed was a way to put himself and the spirits of equal footing. Some power he could hold over the spirit or something to trade whit. He had tried the masters heart but it had failed.

He was ruing out of idea´s and like always when he became to tired or the pain overcame him. He collapsed and once again the spirit of the totem had him.

The might of the earth, the force of the holy light and the instincts of the great feline. His keeper was a powerful one and tho he begged it, it still did not speak to him.

Desturbing News

Archmage Cedric was not at all pleased whit the report he had just gotten from Archmage Leryda. The cursed tower seamed to be awakening. Cedric knew that Alturus would not admit that the damned thing was not under control.

The man was to proud. Leryda told him that two apprentice's had died inside, and the mages of the Violet Eye had been driven out. If the Kirin Tor found out about this they would certainly remove Cedric from command. He was all ready critique from Aethas Sunreaver for not keeping peace between the remelt of Dalaran's forces in the Eastern Kingdom's and the Forsaken.

Cedric had no high opinionon his fellow Archmage, if he wanted to bow his head to the Dark Lady that was his business! But for himself, he would never side or even toloret a people who often vowed to kill of all the humans in the Lorderan. In any case he needed a fast way to deal whit this rising ghosts.

This dark powers coming back to put his project in danger. What he needed was... Warrior's, powerful at that... But not hero's, they sort was not known for keeping there mouth's shut for the sake of politics. No... What he needed was blade's for hire... And he knew where to find them.

At the same time long from Archmage Cedric at the crater of Dalaran another powerful mage had a much different problem. The reports where all the same, tho Illidan was dead, even tho Kael'thas was dead! They still would not see reason....

The Illidari and the Sunfury would not give in. That the demon's would keep up there fight was not much of a surprise but not even his own race would see any reason. It was as if they where all bewitched.

And though Voren'thal the Seer, maybe they are. He recalled, that Illaden had been looking for something when Voren'thal and his force's had been sent to Shattrath. The Seer had only heard it mentioned a few times, the Rune's of Mastery.

If Voren'thal was correct, it was a relic of the Burning Legion. Used to enslave, and twist the soul of mortals. If Illaden had found it... It could still be inside the Black Temple. And if that was the case, whom ever now had it ruled the mind's of the Sunfury Blood Elf's.

It was to great a risk not to try and find a relic that had so much horried power. Voren'thal knew what most be done. He had to send someone to look for this Rune's. And if they found it, they had to destroy it or bring it to him...

If the Rune's of Mastery existed, they had to be destroyed!