((A collaborative effort between myself and Taldrus. Please, enjoy!))Dustwallow Marsh, Kalimdor “I said, MOVE, maggots!” roared Sergeant Major Harskin to his squad as they dismounted. Harskin worked…Continue
Sigmah is 8'3" and encased in dark armor that is blue to almost black. Runes are etched into the armor at key points, blood, frost, and unholy. The two large black chains wrap across his chestplate and around his back. He has a fitting horned helm with small slits for eyes. The armor seems to be made for a tauren or skinny ogre in size. The left guantlet has a massive hook attached to it, and a long chain linked to the hook, wrapped around the wrist. The right gauntlet is clawed similarly to a Forsaken's hand. Cannot see his eyes behind the slit, only the cold glowing blue. Helmet completely covers the face, but underneath the helm would be a fleshless skull.
The armor is slightly mismatched in lengths. The left arm is slightly skinnier, and longer than the right. ((Forest troll left arm, Orc Right Arm.))
He stands straight, rather than hunched over, and usually his weapon is in his hands, rather than sheathed.
The letters are penned in a feminine, overly ornate style of penmanship. There are little demon hearts above each lower case I, as well. The letters are delivered by a flying, inside out kitten. Upon delivery of the letter, the kitten will attempt to eat itself, until only three paws and a liver are left. And the teeth, of course.
We are writing to you from the thirty second deepest pit of hell! Hopefully we will be promoted soon.…Continue
I said my goodbyes today. To Jeff, the Magistrate, Priest, and all the others that I have spent time here in Paradise with. And to Trisha. I grew fond of her. If Fate is kind, perhaps we will see each other again.
They no longer need me, as a guardian, nor as part of a governing body. They have the will, and the strength. I could stay. I could stay here, in this place I have started but has taken on a will and light of its own. I could participate, and be accepted for what I…Continue
Sigmah walked away from Shattrath, opening a portal to his home in the crypt. He seethed silently, the imperious tone of the paladin ringing in his head.
“It is not your place to negotiate for him, you are not his steward, after all.”
The Lich almost lost his concentration as a haze of hate washed over him.
“It is with Mayune, and Athalia Sanjahl I will negotiate with. Along with two others they choose to bring with. At Hearthglen.…Continue
A letter mysteriously finds its way to Taldrus' mailbox.
I understand you have something I would like back.
If you are willing to negotiate, I would propose a meeting in Shattrath. Name the time, and I will be there.
Death Knight from Dustwallow.