The Fight Against Malygos

It was cold in Coldara, Shadiel had never liked that about Northrend from the first time he had entered. Tonight though there was no thought of the frozen surroundings chilling his flesh to his armor. He looked out over the Grin with a fierceness of one focused on a mission that they refused to lose. Much was at stake in this war with Malygos. The Blue Dragon of magic’s attempt to steal all magic from Azeroth would need to be stopped. The implications of those who used magic would be disastrous; Casters in general would be destroyed but the entire race of Blood Elves who needed magic to survive would end up perishing. This simply couldn’t be allowed to happen.

“Orders Sir?” Sythegar Cailos was there with the brunt of the Grin forces who were venturing into Coldara.

“I am leading a group of Grin for a recon mission as well as checking out some things for the Kirin Tor. You shall be leading the brunt of the Grin forces granting us cover from alliance. Sweep Coldara and then move west if you find no resistance.”

Cailos nodded and then yelled to his squad’s captains to get moving. In moments the disciplined Grin were on the move looking for something to bleed. Shadiel looked over his personal squad. Eydrana, Sharda, Apollymmi, and Mooseknukle were ready to go and just waiting for the Blood Mage to start them off.

“Move out,” Shadiel ordered.

Apollymmi hesitated and then approached the new Warlord. Shadiel knew what it was about, he had heard reports of the new Death Knight who had come to Stonard seeking the Grin and more specifically seeking Shadiel El Shadoroth. Shadiel had been in Dalaran at the time and had missed the knight’s visit. The mage had thought the man would give up, instead other reports came of a Death Knight asking for him at Agmar’s Hammer.

“You should at least talk to Errubus, he came a long way to see you.” Apollymmi spoke softly and then moved with the rest of the Squad.

Shadiel tried to ignore her words. He wanted to pretend this situation wasn’t happening during such an intensely dangerous time. He knew though that life in the Grin was always like this. There was never a good time to take care of these kinds of matters. He would deal with it another day. There was Dragon scouting to be done tonight.

[Scrolled on a strange paper though she is no scribe, were the blue glowing words of Eydrana new Grunt of the Blacktooth Grin. The words glow with magic behind them and are just as beautiful to look at as they are to read]

The dawning of eventide the end of an age, my thoughts upon paper display my own rage. If any should read please forgive my repose, for my own faught vengeance is delighted by prose.

Here are my thoughts, the thoughts of Eydrana and of our party in the Coldara on that fate filled night.

It was freezing, and perfect. The cold Coldara air circled giving life to the ever-evolving icy skin that marked my face and gave such a chilly disposition. Perfect weather for blood to spill and freeze like life's tears on the frosty glance. Perfect.

The thoughts then circle as the cold weather does around the basins and valleys. Why was he fighting so hard, the lord of the Blue Dragonflight. Why really would he trifle with mortals he once would govern? Magic unbound and used without any regard, it was a serious worry and one that Malygos said he was fighting for. Was that so wrong? Those that wished to bring higher powers through the use of magic and power brought the ruin of the world before. Azshara to Sargaras, Kael’thas to Kiljaden, all of it was madness.

Yet killing innocent spell weavers, magic users, nethermancers and mages of all kinds, were in fact completely wrong. Death to anyone was going to feed the Lich King’s ranks, not do anyone any good. Magic needed to be regulated yes, not destroyed.

Eydrana had joined the scouting party in the Coldara. Lead by Shadiel, Eydrana, Sharda, Apollymmi, and Mooseknukle the group journeyed around the Coldara spying and learning and killing. Dispite discussions about Shadiel’s son being either gentle or vicious, for the most part the party was to business to me really. I hardly pay attention to sons, or daughters seeing as I have had none of my own. My only family is the Grin, to me I need no other.

Our party found out several things. Malygos held great power. His power was in the powerful lay lines that were drawn to the Nexus. That Nexus is where he hid his most exceptional evils, and he was well protected. Between the guardians and the scrying orbs he also could see what was going on. The mana was flowing through the lines so thick and so strong, that just like Netherstorm, the ground was crumbling and falling apart. Something needed to be done, but what over all it was, and I had no idea. Rather, she knew what had to be done, but the thought of killing the Lord of the Blue brought shivers down her spine.

Malygos, guardian of all sorts of sorcery, how could he do this? He must be mad. The Black Dragonflight was the mad ones or had been; now it was both they and the Blue. A shame really, because eventually when the blood was done being spilled someone would take his crown. Malygos would be forgotten for his good he did and remembered for his rash decisions that led him to war with all spell crafters in Azeroth. Such was the life of a king; such would be the life of any who go mad.

So we scouted, so we searched and in the end we killed a party of Alliance Scouts. There was little resistance. This was the best we could find, which was a shame because I wanted frozen blood on the wastes before Winterveil. Maybe Father Winter will grant it to me later.

[The words begin to stain the page with a curious blue tint. The meanings are lost in old translations of elvish that had been forgotten for an age. There is only one remaining set of words at the end that makes any sense]

Long live the Grin, Long live the Warchief, may Yagyu lead us to prosperity against all of our enemies. Fear the Grin!!

Lady Eydrana

((OOC))
((We should probably move this to the Gen Roleplay forum.))

((IC))
Bok'theg enjoyed the taste of a good ale now and then. As he drained his mug he watched his hearthstone to see if any word from Shadiel was forthcoming. He knew the patrols in Coldara would be successful but he was more interested in something else. It would be his turn to go on patrol soon enough and then he would have his opportunity.