User:Xavius69025/Zalazane: Dark Voodoo

Zalazane: Dark Voodoo
Now we ally with da orc? Da orcs, with a leader distrusting of da arts?! We can no stand for this, mon! Gadrin be too weak of him mind to understand what be happening! He will never understand. He mst be left behind. But da simple arts alone will never be enough! We need powerful allies, mon. Da loa? Da loa gods never help us! Be gone with da loa! We need what they oppose, what Samedi oppose: da restless dead! And da restless dead be ruled over by da Lich King! So we need to consult him servants. And me heard dat there be one here! Me need to see da lich, Amnennar!

The small cavern in the barrens was quite cold for the season. But that may have something to do with the lich inside. Surrounded by his skeletal bodyguard, Amnennar the Coldbringer floated just above the rocky ground, waiting for the one he had been contacted by. And finally the sorcerer arrived. Zalazane walked slowly into the cavern in a state of horrified fascination. At the very moment when he made eye contact with the lich, Amnennar started speaking. "I have heard that you wish to become a necromancer, troll?" he asked. "That be true, mon," Zalazane replied. "And me be ready for anything." "Anything?" "Anything." And the lich placed his skeletal hand on the troll's forehead, and a burst of necromantic energy surged from the lich and through each and every part of Zalazane's body. His scream was heard all over the barrens that night.

Zalazane stood in the middle of the voodoo circle on the largest of the Echo Isles, his body covered in arcane symbols and patterns, chanting a dark verse, his fellow trolls chanting with him. Suddenly, the ground shook and corpses rose up from their shallow graves. A dark mist had enshrouded the dark cabal, and necromanctic magic flowed freely in the air. But the ritual had gotten attention unwanted by the ritualists, for a host of angry trolls bearing torches approached upon them, lead by the brother of master Galdrin, Minshina. "I knew ya were up to no good, Zalazane, but I never thought it be dis bad!" Minshina said. "Ya have no idea, mon." the necromancer stated as he pointed a finger towards his adversary, and Minshina became the target of a spell that ripped his very soul apart, and his body along with it. The trolls who had followed him there panicked, but were captured by the dark magic. Those who were not slain and reanimated were brainwashed to follow their new master: Zalazane.