This involves my World of Warcraft character, Infernica. She is an undead warlock on the the Elune server....
Infernica Lorebane had been conscripted into the Warsong Clan, battle group five, and was having one of those days. It was one of those days where no matter the trends in behavior from her peers, or those of the enemy, something was always trying to make her angry. She fed off that emotion like a baby sucked at its mothers teet, but today was different.
For the past six hours, she and her companions had been holding back a constant barrage of sneak attacks on the Warsong Keep. The annoying alliance meatbags had been using strike and fade tactics for most of the morning, and as the afternoon heat began to climb, most of her companions showed it. She, being undead, felt nothing of the sunshine, or the swarms of maniacal insects that clung to the Tauren and Trolls like birthmarks, each one nuzzling up to the flesh of each being like a lover in heat. She imagined them gorging themselves and cracked a wicked smile. Some things were better than undeath, after all.
She was turning a corner on her usual route of patrol when an arrow came ouf of the bushes, immediately to the right of the Keep's ramp-side entrance. It struck true, ending it's traversal over the land into the left side of her head. Wincing at the sudden shockwave of impact, but feeling nothing but the impact against her undead skull, Infernica gritted what were left of her teeth and turned in a hideous parody of a ballerina, her claw-tipped rotten hands forming an arcane gesture.
THUMP
Her shadowbolt had struck a pig squarely upside the head. Apparently, a hunter was hiding in the brush, out of sight of her, but able to see her. Well, his pet was now slagged meat on the apathetic ground, his hooves twitching as the shadow magic worked its vile purpose upon the hapless animal.
Stirring in the brush, another arrow singing into the hot afternoon sun...
Infernica heard Tomrick running up behind her, the Troll priest in their battlegroup. She detested him not because he was alive, nor because he was a Troll, but because he was a priest. Priests used shadow spells as did she, but in a holier than thou way that made her snarl come up.
She hissed her undead hiss and dodged the arrow, making sure Tomrick was in its path instead, and listened for the fatal impact. She heard the Troll mutter an arcane spell and shield himself, but not until after the arrow had buried itself in his stomach.
"Hey der! You be a crazy undead wench, Infernica!" cursed the wounded hordesman.
Ignoring him, Infernica began a summon spell, as another volley came, but this time, several arrows at once. She realized there was more than one hunter in the scrub, but where was the other one and where was the obligatory pet servant?
Her arms flexing in arcane spasms, she ignored another arrow that pierced into her thigh bone. Pain was something only those alive could feel. She felt power drain out of her however, as her wounds were stacking as yet another arrow entered into the place that used to house her human heart.
She grimmaced at the end of her spell, as she felt the space between worlds for a time, a place no person, alive or dead, could experience without experiencing vertigo, and lowered her hands. At her side, Maanhym appeared, her Felhunter minion of many adventures. Yes, he was bound to her every whim, but he had grown to love his sadistic overlord. She treated him like her own child, and he would do anything upon her telepathic intention being manifested in his infernal mind.
In this case, she sent out an image of the dwarven interloper hiding in the bushes, apparently knocking another of his arrows for another shot. Her mental speech was clear: "Silence this fool".
Maanhym, being a Felhunter, had the speed of a cheetah several times over, and the vicious bite of a dire bear on strength potions. With one deft maneuver, he raced headfirst into the scrub and bit into the head of the knee-high pain in Infernica's undead ass.
A scream of rage, and a rustling. A dim hum, like a massive bumblee getting closer, filled the space around the bushes. Blood splashed like hot butter out onto the sandy earth at the foot of the scrub. Out stumbled the dimunitive little person, clutching his mauled face and dropping his bow to the hard ground. He yanked out a nasty looking dagger from his scabbard, one that was glowing green. Poisoned, no doubt.
Before he could swing around into the scrub at his back, his hand disentigrated in a spray of crimson agony as Maanhym bit it clean off. before the Dwarven hunter could even express his horror, a real horror overcame him, in the form of a fear spell from the cursing lips of Infernica. Gripped like a hand on a throat, the small antagonist ran away screaming and flailing his arms, clearly overcome by the effect of the fear spell. After several steps, he burst into flames as infernica handed him an immolate-kiss that set his skin ablaze.
Infernica smiled wickedly, the strange features of her long-undead face shadowed even though beneath the harsh Kalimdor sun. She muttered another arcane sentence and felt her wounds heal themselves and, instead appear on the same spot on her now-fleeing enemy. His screams grew as the damage to his body grew, and then, at the moment when the fear spell ran its course, the little lump of burning, flailing, inomprehensibly small little person fell onto his face in the dead grass midfield, and lay still.
Two down, one to find, the warlock thought.
Suddenly, from overhead, a large beam of moonfire cascaded down and slammed the undead warlock onto her rump, knocking her sense this way and that. A druid. Her favorite meal.
The female Night Elf had crept into the fray in her cat form, and had been so stealthy that neither Infernica, nor Maanhym had detected her presence.
Another spell blasted the warlock then, knocking her prone onto her back. Her vision darkened as her life force, and magic that maintained it, almost snuffed out. The spell had been a blast of starfire. Well, it seemed this Druid was serious. The next spell would end the story of this particular Warlock, and there was no coming back a second time.
Instead of dissolving into non-entity status, Infernica found herself shielded and being healed at the same time. Tomrick. She had forgotten all about his annoyance. For once, he didn't annoy her so much.
Throwing herself up onto her knees, she lashed out at the irritating Night Elf spell blasting infidel with a sudden spell that sent waves of droning horror out of her mouth, into the air before her, and injecting a deadly effect onto her target. The Druid, apparently not accustomed to facing Warlocks, began to cry out another spell, and found her words laced in the tongue of demons. She could not cast her spell without serious effort, and this bought infernica all the time she needed. Or so the Warlock thought.
As the Druid struggled with her now corruped speech to form a wrath spell, in a desperate effort to kill the warlock before she herself became one of the dead this day, Infernica charged right at her, barehanded. As she did so, the look on the Druid's face seemed to exclaim, "You're mad, woman! I will shred you where you stand!"
Infernica was almost to the distressed foe, when a mage blinked into existence right between her and the damned Druid. A gnome mage. Gods how Infernica hated gnomes. They were too small to cook efficiently, and they moved so fast that they annoyed you by merely walking about. Well this one would not stand between her and her prey.
She sent out a mental finger to Maanhym, who had been feasting on the now dead Dwarven hunter, and pointed it at the mouth of the little gnome mage. So fast was Maanhym's reaction that the gnome, who was about to launch a freezing blitz of arcane ice into Infernica that would surely have stopped her approach, simply stood there, confused. Maanhym cast a silencing spell just before the little pissant could get off his own magical assault, and effectively stopped him from casting. Then, Maanhym charged, his humming glee at another meal surrounding the area in a demonic thrumm that vibrated teeth in heads for miles.
Mannhym was killed in one deft shot by the second hunter, using a carefully aimed shot to the demon's skull. The demon dropped in the dirt, black blood oozing to the dirt, dissolving the grass as it touched it.
First, the warlock removed a teal, heart-shaped stone from her robe pocket, and put it into her mouth. Biting down on it with rapture, the demonic spellcaster was suddenly covered head to foot in a glowing green sheen. This sheen was more than pretty, it rendered all magical attacks against her inert for the life of the spell. Thoroughly now protected by all but physical assault itself, Infernica resumed her mad dash for the still feeblemouthed Druid. "Oh well," the warlock mused in her mind, "He is back home, eating angels again. I will resummon him after I prepare my din din".
Turning to the tiny mage, who was no longer affected by silence, Infernica caught one of his deadly frostbolts in her midsection, but it was absorbed by her protective shell from the spellstone. She responded with a drain life spell which made her not have to mutter words for her shadow bolt, which turned the little creature inside out and killed it with one loud THUMP.
Her mission back in focus, the Elf bitch-druid, Infernica called forth a spell then that was feared by friend and foe alike, but that did not make her afraid. Smiling like a madman sitting on a bomb with a hammer, Infernica then called to the darkest, hottest inferno from beneath the sleeping world. It was from that place, where fire was itself a sentient thing, and had wills of its own, wills such as consume, harm, and enjoy it, that Infernica Lorebane called up Hellfire itself.
The Hellfire spell worked on a pro and con principle. When used, it would ignite the caster of the spell with pure hellfire, burning them, even as it shot out in all outward directions, deep frying anything in its path. Since Infernica was using her spell stone pre-cast, there was not that diminishing return on her this time around.
The Druid, however, became a candle from hell. As the curse of tongues wore off of her, she caught her breath, only to have it ripped away violently, in a sudden surrounding conflagration that surely blinded her, even as it consumed her. Screaming for release from her agony, the Druid attempted to heal herself with a spell. but her skin ripped open and her mana drained quickly as her Warlock tormentor stood toe to toe with the mighty Druid, draining her mana, and that same spell tearing her flesh apart at the same time.
"Kinda hot out here ain't it?" cackled Infernica to her pitiful victim.
The Druid, who had lost her tongue from the raging inferno on her body, fell to her knees, then her belly. She died without ever having said a word in her native Elvish.
Turning her attention back to the second hunter, Infernica laughed out loud to find him dead on the ground, a large axe in his back. She blinked once as the massive hand of Nodok, her orcish friend, and perhaps her one true ally in this ragtag band of misfits, grasped that axe as he ran by, never stopping to look at his handiwork, but plunging on ahead, to the next foe, the next fel deed. She admired his zeal for the kill.
Turning her attention to Tomrick, she was slightly annoyed to see him laying on his side, muttering a spell of some sort.
"THE KEEP IS OURS! IN TRHALL'S NAME!" Came a shout across the field of battle. The Alliance, as usual, had been routed in yet another skirmish, and the keep was theirs. Infernica looked down at the Troll priest, who was fast dying.
He said, between coughing up blood and mucus, "I be dyin mon."
Tersely, Infernica Lorebane leaned down and smacked the Troll across his bruised face, knocking him back full-prone onto his back. He didn't cry out.
"I already did that. Trust me, it's nothing to complain about once it's done."
She turned then, walking out a ways into the field, to cannibalize the charred dwarf first, and reveled at the dessert that would be the Druid...
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