[Shaddoth]

"This Demonic hell can be escaped. There is always a light at the other end of the tunnel...as they all say..." Shaddoth whispered insanely to himself. for months now he has been in his demon, Bleekminul's realm. A year of utilizing his power dug a deep grave for Shaddoth, a grave written in blood on a ragged piece of paper.

Shaddoth didn't mean to die. His friend/enemy just cut him a little deep is all. Of course Shaddoth ultimately won the fight...but as said before a bastard sword to the chest is kind of hard to survive from if the laceration is more than a foot or so in diameter and width.

So now he is stuck here, in the forbidding land of a felguard's realm...shadows and fire dance around, mesmerizing the already senile mind of Shaddoth.

It's a shame though, that Shaddoth is a Necromancer, a lord over death, the overseer of those long since deceased (if he calls them of course, he isn't an omnipotent being). He is anything but scared at this moment. He just had to wait for a light to lead his way. ==============================================================================================================

[kiiro]

The light is Kiiro's friend. The darkness is his sword. His weapon and friend work together in harmony, or as best as they can since his friend is a pacifist, and his weapon is scared of his friend. Kiiro likes to act as the medium between the two.

Kiiro has heard stories about the grin's past; the groups that disagree with one another but fight together as allies just the same. the Gol'kosh, Mok'gun, and Lak'gora. A three sided impossibility that works together as a fine tuned machine.

Kiiro couldn't choose who to be with.

The Gol'kosh are the police of the Grin, the shield that protects, the law that keeps order. The Mok'gun are healers, medics, and spiritualists; keeping morale high on the battle field, and around the campfire. The Lak'gora...Well Kiiro could go without the Lak'gora.

While the Mok'gun and Gol'kosh kept balance with power and light, the Lak'gora festered in the shadows of pain and energy, trying to find power sources beyond their wildest imaginations. They Lak'gora are reclusive, and willing to cut down an ally the instant there was need.

They are Dangerous.

Stories about Bok'theg, the mad warlock who deserted the grin in search of power. The puzzle that shattered Nimithriel into a thousand pieces. The wicked warlock who stole Thuugom's soul, and encased it within a shard of energy. The mad Necromancer who fell off the face of the world for no apparent reason.

There was dysfunction, disorder, and impurity in the Lak'gora that may never be fixed...There were stories with no ends.

The most peculiar to Kiiro was the disappearance of Shaddoth, the necromancer. Kiiro has heard almost nothing about him, apart from him existing in the background of every event, and his eccentric personality when he communicated with other living people. He was a question to himself...a darkness without light...or a light without Darkness? ===================================================

[Shaddoth]

An eye of kilrogg soars around the dancing lights of the felguard world. A hole opens up above, and Shaddoth takes this chance to send the eye upwards, and into the hole.

Just as the Eye passed through the hole, a felguard returned from the mortal world. Shaddoth grinned, his missing tooth's nerve hanging down. He might just be able to get out of here.

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[Kiiro]

Asking around, Kiiro learned that Shaddoth had disappeared when he started acting paranoid and depressed. His sanity was slipping, and he was lost in thought a lot of the time before his disappearance.

Kiiro decided to go to Dreadmaul Hold, an information atrium for the Lak'gora.

Its was morbid Curiosity that kept bringing Kiiro Back. He has to know whats going on, and why no one was talking about it. He flew all the way to The Blasted Lands, went to Dreadmaul hold. He entered the biggest building, went to the top, and started reading in the library.

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[Shaddoth]

The eye of kilrogg exploded through into the living world, to the surprise of an apprentice warlock in Stormwind City. Shaddoth's eye blasted past the acolyte and went south, to the blasted lands. He was going to get out of this mess.

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[Kiiro]

"All of these spells... Sacrifices? What..who would do such a thing...' Kiiro Gasped as he leafed through spell books in the library. There were hundreds of books on ritualistic sacrifice, soul reaving, life enhancing...and Necromancy.

There wer also journals of the Lak'gora's escapades...in Karazhan and back in time...looking for energies that shouldn't belong to them. There were detailed instructions on all of the new rituals learned, and the incantations needed to be said. They were in a language that Kiiro has never seen before.

Suddenly, a loud SPLAT came from behind Kiiro, and whatever it was left an ectoplasmic residue. On guard, Kiiro chanted shield prayers and light wards. =============================================================================

The eye of Kilrogg exploded into the room through the wall, and flew up to the roof, perching. Shaddoth could see a young priest suddenly on guard from the dramatic entrance that just occurred. Shaddoth cackled, this couldn't be more perfect! He now has a participant in a revival ritual!

The eye of Kilrogg changed shape, becoming a vague human outline;albeit a little small, but still enough to resemble a humanoid.

Shaddoth jumped down and looked a Kiiro, who turned around, shaking in fear.

"Well well well, what to we have here...?" Shaddoth cooed "A mouse in a library?"

Kiiro was singing a hymn to himself, a barrier of light separated Him from the constantly changing humanoid image.

"W..Who are you? " Kiiro stuttered, "What do you want?"

Shaddoth laughed to himself. "Well, I WAS going to fix myself up by myself, but it looks like I'm going to have some help." The image walked closer, waves of magic forming into sigils covering his body. "Don't bother fighting, you already lost."

Kiiro called forth his sword, the darkness behind the light. His shadow exploded into over 15 copies of himself. All of which, including him, chanting in unison a spell of disease and darkness. In unison, they all fired a bolt of black glop that coagulated into a giant shadow ball. It headed straight for Shaddoth.

Shaddoth did not move. He put up his hand and a Felreaver axe burst into existence.

Shaddoth couldn't possibly lost. Being in a different dimension that has improbable ammounts of energy, He has an unlimited source of power to fight with, hence his ability to channel a spell outside of the world he is currently in.

He struck, and cut the orb in half. But as he did is, it stuck itself to his axe, and corroded it. Letting the weapon go, Shaddoth sprinted towards Kiiro, hand outreached.

Kiiro couldn't move in time and was grabbed. The second he amde contact with the morphing figure, his clones fell to the ground and slithered back to his shadow.

"You will make my Resurrection much much easier, child." Shaddoth chimed happily. He squeezed Kiiro's head, and his hand started sliding into him.