Spleen Posted May 26, 2008 Share Posted May 26, 2008 I remember little, and even then, perhaps too much. The ice. The unrelenting cold; no escape – from it or the resulting madness. This new form, what was my body, now a decaying husk of what I was. My anger and hatred are the only things that flourish. A Dark Ranger serving for Lady Sylvanas, I was employed for special duties requiring skills in which I excelled. Blending in; hiding, listening, and most of all, a superior ability eviscerating my targets. Her targets. My mission was simple. With two others, go to Northrend, learn all that we can, report back in two weeks. Dispatch anyone that interferes. “I will have their spleens on a stick to feed my dogs”, she said. I remember telling her that I would have her dogs fat and satiated upon my return. I did not know the other two, they are fleeting memories, their names lost with some sanity years ago. They apparently had worked together previously, conducting many missions of which they declined to relate. I gained the nickname of Spleen Stab from one of them; citing my promise to General Sylvanas. Along with two other operatives, I arrived on the cold shores of Northrend. Three elves on shores of which we did not belong, conducting a mission in Her service. Arthas’ forces had been made aware of our arrival – how, I am not certain. I have my suspicions. I had plenty of time to form them. The mission ended before it had a chance to begin. No time to react. No chance for survival. The word ‘transgressors’ was spoken followed by words I do not know. The pain was as if my very soul was on fire. I had fallen, and locked in place by generated ice which was sustained and strengthened by the environment. I waited for death. It never came. Not quite. I was found by an expeditionary force two years ago. They extracted me from the ice and took me to the Undercity for repairs to my broken body, and mind. They called me by the name Spleen. Yes… that’s my name, is it not? The body has been repaired. I am not what I once was. Life was not what it once was. We had all changed. War does that. The Lady had changed as well. I still recognized her as she did me. “Vierendelen, it is good to see you again. I believe you owe my dogs a treat!” A name I had long forgotten. Yes, I am Vierendelen, and yes – I owe her dogs a treat. They shall have it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nawt Posted May 26, 2008 Share Posted May 26, 2008 *Bows before Vierendelen* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Martok Posted May 27, 2008 Share Posted May 27, 2008 Bubhosh! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maube Posted May 27, 2008 Share Posted May 27, 2008 A scout from Northrend... well we shall really be relying on you soon... I hear the passes are melting ::grins:: And what that silly orc Uglutz means is... well done ::winks:: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Perthes Posted May 27, 2008 Share Posted May 27, 2008 From the first night we shared a camp fire, we sensed that you had a elven trait, but this was hidden away. This feeling that me and Lesedi was sharing was something that was not hidden away by choice, but rather by anger and hate towards a common enemy. Spleenstab is who we know, Vierendelen is who you once were, The madness is what brought Spleenstab out of Vierendelen. The two are now one. ::Brings Shira to attention:: /Whisper's to Shira: Leave his bones alone, NO they do not need cleaning.. /Salute's Vierendelen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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