I read this today, out of boredom(after hours of mind-numbing homework) and now I want to play a rogue…so that means gathering that heirloom armor as well? oi, decisions decisions. Anyway, stroll down memory lane with me, this is some old RP I wrote way back in the early days of hanging out with fikkle, back when we were RP noobs, and noobs at wow to be honest. Sylus was my second character to level, and my main for a very long time. (As a side note, sylus talks with a bit of a hiss to his “s’ sounds…I thought it was cool back then, now it’s a bit distracting) So without further adu, I give you:
Everyone looked around, knowing what had to be done. The Dark Allegiance had been home for many over the past months, but now it had to end. The Dark One had crossed a line, and his true purposes broke through the cracks in his disguise.
“No,” Sylus hissed defiantly. “Wee willl nott.” Sylus pulled his dagger from his belt and plunged it deep into the chest of the dark one. All in attendance moved swiftly, sensing the actions of each other from many seasons of battling side by side. Daggers, swords, and Dark Magic rained down on the Dark One with the force of a thousand Kodo.
“You will command uss no more,” Sylus hissed at her, “For I shalll be your Executioner one final time, and we are no longer under your swayy.” The Dark One looked upon her once devoted followers, the blood draining from her face. She turned towards her champion, the one forseen to lead her minions to greatness. Her voice failing, she spoke in a quiet, pathetic voice, “And you, Fikkle?”
“I am yours no longer, for the Day of Reckoning is at hand.” The body of the Dark One fell to the ground, the scroll that was once gripped tightly in her hand, rolled across the floor. Sylus turned to his brothers and sisters, speaking in a deep, raspy voice.
“You are not the betrayers, but the redeemed.” Stooping slightly, Sylus pulled the bloodied parchment from the puddle of blood pooling on the floor. “You have all helped uss free ourselves from the occult evil that has plagued uss. Renounce the darknesss and join me in search of glory. We Must redeem ourselves in the eyes of the Horde. This beast, the dark one, had uss fooled. We were set up to destroy the Horde. There must be more evil that has infiltrated the rankss of the Horde, waiting for the proper time to sstrike. We must dedicate ourselvess to finding this evil, and Destroying it, before it destroys uss. Agents of the Alliance, and the demons from other realms will never be safe from our blades! Glory on the battlefield and the riches from the spoils of war will be ours!”
Sylus reached down and drenched his hands in the freshly spilt blood of the Dark One.Using his finger he quickly scratched words onto the back of the scroll. When he finished, he looked upon us and spoke.“Thiss iss the our new purpose, the oath of fealty:
‘You have stood too long in the darkness of night. Through these coming trials you will rise from the ashes, blazing like the morning sun. Pledge an oath and swear your loyalty to this Day. Seek out the evil that has infiltrated the Horde. Glory, fame, riches and victory will fall in it’s place if we keep our eyes on our goal. Tell others that the Day of Reckoning is at hand!’
“We know what musst be done. The Dark Allegiance is no more. A new banner shall soar above the shadowss. All who seeek to purge the unworthy from the Horde, grow in power, fame, glory and riches shall flock to our cause.”
Sylus rolled the scroll and thrust it towards Fikkle. “Fikkle, take thiss new oath. If we are to rise from the ashess to glory once again, I will need you at my sside. Tell others of the evil we sseek to destroy. Redeem those who are willing to renounce the darknesss.” Turning towards his remaining brotherss and sisterss, he spoke more quickly, urgency flooding his tone. “Brotherss, ssisters. We musst rebuild all that has been losst. Go out onto the battlefieldss, into the cryptss and through the townss. Wreak havoc upon our enemiess and let all in Azeroth know that the Day of Reckoning iss coming!”