Tiger - Venture Co.

Brief appendix

“My lord, would you like to have your dinner now or later if you are busy?” Question disappeared into the silence like a drop of water would disappear into a lake. William Shadespear, High Commander of the Order of the Black Rose, raised his glance from his desk and looked upon the one who had dared to interrupt his work. In different circumstances the man would have been dead, but it was too hard to find proper servants these days.

Instead he said coldly, murder in his eyes: “As I said to you earlier, Devoux, I don’t wish to be disturbed today… I have important matters to think about and an order to organize. So, if you would be kind and GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”. For a moment his anger burst into fiery rage, and he stood up fast as a snake. Devoux, experienced enough to know his master, hastily stepped out from the room and closed the door behind him. Calming himself down Shadespear slowly sat down. From an old habit he took a bottle of rum from the shelf, popped it open and swallowed. Smiling coldly he put the bottle back to it’s place, for such thing was unable to warm him anymore.

Lying back on his wooden chair he scanned the room again. Satisfaction filled his mind, for just mere months ago he had lived in a cave in Stranglethorn Vale, in a well furnished cave but still it was just a cave. Now he lived in one of the most wealthiest castle of Hillsbrad, and for that he could only thank himself. He had been an farmer in Tirisfall Glades before the coming of Scourge. He was killed and resurrected as an undead during the the third war. He had been mindless servant of the Lich King, but with cunning and sheer willpower he had managed to break the chains that bound him. He had travelled across the land for weeks, until he crossed paths with the forsaken. Ever since he had followed the lead of Sylvanas Windrunner.

Death had, however, changed him. He had ambitions, he had dreams. And in those dreams he ruled over Azeroth with an iron fist. He had began his work underground, gathering power and respect in the ranks of their new allies, the Horde. It had all leaded up to here, to this room. And still he was not satisfied, still he had long way to go until his ultimate goal would he his.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he turned towards the door ready to unleash his wrath upon the fool who dared to bother him. But it was not the unlucky Devoux who entered the room, but instead his most trusted lietnaunt.

“He is here,” Mijo said shortly.

“Well, call him in then, but not too hastily… We can’t allow him to think that we were waiting for him,” Shadespear answered, sitting back to his chair and checking his image from the mirror that was stationed next to the door.

“As you order, my lord,” Mijo said and grinned. Shivers ran across Shadespear’s back, he could never get used to Mijo’s grin. There was something devilish in that expression, as if she knew more than she told to him. But surely that was just imagination, for no-one could hide anything from him.

Soon after Mijo had left the room a human stepped into the room and literally filled the doorway. He was tall, and his muscular body was covered by shiny armor. He carried an mighty battle-hammer on his back. His only uncovered part was his head, and William could easily see why. The man was handsome, his long black hair landing to his back. He looked angrily upon Shadespear, hatred filling his eyes. William grinned.

“Ah, Commander Aluraian Stonehammer, it’s my honor to have you in here. Please, sit down,” Shadespear said and pointed towards the chair directly in front of his own. “Would you like to have a drink, or maybe something to eat? I hope your journey was pleasant.”

“I’m not drinking or eating any poison of your’s, undead scum,” Aluraian boomed, but sat down onto the chair. “I’m not here from my own will, so let’s make this quick.”

“Always in such a hurry, but I suppose it’s the nature of humankind. But as you wished to make this quick… Are the troops of the alliance on the move yet?” Shadespear asked.

“Not yet, gathering troops from all around the Kalimdor is hard and slow work. But in two weeks we are ready to march towards the borders on Ashenvale. How about your troops? Are they ready?” Aluraian answered, disgust filling his voice.

“Not yet, but soon. Two weeks is easily enough for me to rally our troops and bring them to Ashenvale. So, everything is going as planned then?”

“Yes… But always remember, scum, that we are not partners. I only do this for the greater good, we have to get rid off those fools who think siding with the Horde would be an good idea… Dealing with your kind is only a necessity.”

What a fool, Shadespear thought. He doesn’t want to deal with the Horde and here he is, talking to me, planning his own demise with me… Out loud he said: “Of course, commander. And now if you would kindly follow my servant. He will show you the way out of the castle.”

After the human had left, Shadespear lied back and let an evil expression to enter his face. All had gone as planned, the foolish Stonehammer had swallowed the bait. His dreams of conquest would soon be fulfilled.

“The legion reigns,” he quietly said and grinned.

# posted by Officer @ 12:22 PM