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Renewal of service

PostPosted: 17 Oct 2012, 13:29
by Tormeron
The apartment was dark, the floor covered with dust, some spiderwebs on the walls.
A loud banging could be heard from outside on the door.
Pause.
One loud bang at the door before the door crashed onto the floor.

A tall figure stood at the door, overlooking the scene for a moment.
A smaller hunched up figure stood behind the first one some flies could be seen flying atop that one seeming to love it.

The Tall figure sighed deeply before moving off the entrance to the side, the hunched up figure following quickly after the taller figure.

A robed figure moved into the darkened room, lighting up a torch, Tormeron's face could be seen flickering with the firelight.
Tormeron looked briefly around at the place before ordering a silent incomprehensible commands to an imp near him.
The imp moving about the house quickly breaking wood boards placed on top of the windows, barring them from anyone coming in.

Tormeron sighed deeply whispering quietly "now i will be able to move along my plans" moving to a rocking chair surveying a large library of books, each decorated by various runes of magic.
A slight green flicker could be seen passing in his eyes

PostPosted: 24 Oct 2012, 11:15
by Tormeron
Edit: Just to clarify, This happened a few days after the first post

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An odor of sulfur mixed with burning wood could be smelled.
A wooden chair standing in the middle of the floor near a large wooden table with a few papers with various drawings on them. The floor looking burned, 2 large round spots.
A rocking chair in the distance was rocking continuously for some time, some kind of side effect to the magic used in that room.


Tormeron stood in his room looking at the debris of yesterday night's events.
a slight grin showing on his mouth, his hair mostly standing on his head.
He patted a nearby book of fel magic, clear warning runes could be seen on the book's cover, a small broken iron chain was decorating the cover of the book, at the top of the book was a symbol of the forsaken's library.

Tormeron's thoughts going back to yesterday's events that led to this debris.
He was working for days now on a way to increase his power.
Looking over his calculations and reading in the book old tomes of fel magic he came to a way to increase his power.
The idea was a very simple, two demons at once, he was ready to test his new spell to allow him to summon an additional demon.


Tormeron started sweeping the floor from the various burned wooden spots, sweeping it outside.
He stood in that very room where he learned for days, so excited was he that he didn't even clean up all the papers from his desk, standing up in his robes he started drawing upon the magic from around him, summoning to himself the power needed for spellcasting, he started slowly the incantation, his hands moved upwards just as an Imp popped out from a small summoning portal opening up straight starting to complain about the need for his service.


After sweeping the floor he looked at the rocking chair continuously moving thinking to himself he needed to buy a gnomish invention to explain the movement to people coming.
The first demon was easy enough after years of experience, the second one might be harder to summon, drawing more magic than needed, thinking it might help him keep control of both demons at once, the words of the incantation flowing out from his mouth as a portal opened up near him for a moment flickering as though hesitating to work.
Two small eyes came out from the portal, another imp came to the world under Tormeron's command.

PostPosted: 07 Nov 2012, 12:19
by Tormeron
Tormeron sat in his desk chair unphased by the carcass lying near him on the floor.
The eye sockets could be seen clearly, dry blood decorating the face from the eyes, it's legs were also removed by knife, most of it's body skinned off, red raw flesh could be smelled in the room.

Tormeron slowly stood up looking about the room, walking towards the windows checking the runes for any attempts to dispel them.

An incantation started to be said by Tormeron, a summoning spell, magic swirled into being on the floor, at first beautiful colors could be seen crossing the room into the small portal opening on the floor, the carcass slowly slipped into the portal just as the portal started being colored sickly green.

Tormeron blinked once his eyes, when he opened them again a strong green glow showing upon his eyes, the portal grew wider as a hand could be seen jetting out from the portal, then another hand slowly pulling itself upwards, muscles decorating it's body as the felguard rose from the summoning spell, sword in hand awaiting orders from the warlock who summoned him.

Tormeron waved him to stand aside as he kept the summoning spell working as the portal to grow darker in color until the room slowly seemed to be losing it's light, A voidwalker came into the room ranting about being summoned.

Tormeron ceased his chanting after the portal closed.
He whispered quietly "revenge will be mine" as a smirk spread across his face

PostPosted: 18 Nov 2012, 13:28
by Tormeron
several years earlier...

"Torm, Torm! Come here!" a female voice was heard through the quiet northshire abbey area location
several birds were chirping about.
a loud rumbling on the road could be heard, A lot of footsteps passing about.
"Alysea, where is Tormeron?" came a male voice from the same cottage in the Northshire Abbey location.

Tormeron was sitting beneath a tree reading a book about the old days of heroes, daydreaming of one day becoming a Paladin of justice, ridding the world of any and all injustice.
He was in his early manhood still undecided what exactly he will do, part of him wishing to remain around, helping his father tend the fields, part of him wished to go out to explore the world.

A guard standing at his watch near the wall of northshire abbey was bored beyond his wits, He was also very jealous of the soldiers of Stormwind riding forth into battle with a new enemy, the orcs, he was standing sleepy barely noticing what was happening about.

A few orcs which evaded capture by the Stormwind guards swords drawn were running towards the Stormwind guard, bloodlust running in their veins.

Tormeron was idly still sitting under his tree when he heard the sound of swords clashing not far from him, being untrained for battle he stood up and looked from behind a tree when several orcs ran from the gates towards the fields.
He quickly started running too towards the few cottages located not far away to warn the villagers of the attack.

The orcs were both in better shape and under the effects of bloodlust easily outran Tormeron without even knowing of him towards the village.

When Tormeron reached the village he saw the Orcs just dragging his mother and father out of the cottage. Tormeron wanted to run and save them, he wanted to yell at the orcs to leave his parents be, but no voice came out of his mouth, his legs didn't bulge as he stared as his father was killed by an orc, after that Tormeron started running to the opposite direction crying.

A few minutes later some guards from the abbey scared the orcs away.