Icecrown Glaciar
10-08-2006, 17:53
They were alone.
Deep within the bowels of Icecrown, the natural order was being torn asunder. The raw stuff of magic, the nether itself, whirled and danced around the intricate spellcraft being woven about the fabric of the portal, the waters of the Well powering their efforts, blazing with supernal light from within the vast vials which held it. Warlocks struggled against the heat of their own magicks, their devilish craft pushed forth, drawing upon their withered bodies uttermost skill and power.
The Lich Kel'thuzad led them in their quest, forcing his own power forth to bridge the gaps between realities, tearing at the planes themselves. He could taste the nether through gritted teeth, feel every bone-rattling conjuration that was invoked in the name of the Lich King. At last they had it, finally their victory was assured.
The portal quivered, widening in stuttering movements, twisting and writhing in bursts of energy. Something struggled beyond the void, sliding forth between the gulf that seperated realities. Horns glimmered in the half-light of the vessels dark recesses, candles the only light by which the armored figure might be observed. It's wings moved and unfurled, its mouth open in a roaring scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of Icecrown.
"Greetings..." Kel'thuzad smirked wryly, watching the struggling figure as gleaming chains surrounded him with but a gesture, chains inlaid with runes, binds unshakeable. "Greetings...Dreadlord."
Deep within the bowels of Icecrown, the natural order was being torn asunder. The raw stuff of magic, the nether itself, whirled and danced around the intricate spellcraft being woven about the fabric of the portal, the waters of the Well powering their efforts, blazing with supernal light from within the vast vials which held it. Warlocks struggled against the heat of their own magicks, their devilish craft pushed forth, drawing upon their withered bodies uttermost skill and power.
The Lich Kel'thuzad led them in their quest, forcing his own power forth to bridge the gaps between realities, tearing at the planes themselves. He could taste the nether through gritted teeth, feel every bone-rattling conjuration that was invoked in the name of the Lich King. At last they had it, finally their victory was assured.
The portal quivered, widening in stuttering movements, twisting and writhing in bursts of energy. Something struggled beyond the void, sliding forth between the gulf that seperated realities. Horns glimmered in the half-light of the vessels dark recesses, candles the only light by which the armored figure might be observed. It's wings moved and unfurled, its mouth open in a roaring scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of Icecrown.
"Greetings..." Kel'thuzad smirked wryly, watching the struggling figure as gleaming chains surrounded him with but a gesture, chains inlaid with runes, binds unshakeable. "Greetings...Dreadlord."