The Chosen One

[Barefoot]

Undesirable's elaborate, loopy script fills a page of fresh parchment recently added to the guild library.

Few of you know this, but I belong to a very elite cult of female Sindorei and Forsaken. I do not spread it around, normally... But on this momentous night, I feel compelled to share good news.

We call ourselves the Sisters of the Messiah. (Not terribly creative, I admit, but at least it is straightforward.) We follow an ancient text that one of the Sisters discovered many years ago, Women of the Sun. This text, which was written long before the Dark Portal was first opened, predicts many important events in Azerothian history, including the Scourge and the Sunwell. The most important event it predicts is that of a Chosen One. This messiah will lead the Sindorei and Forsaken to the ultimate power - the power that we deserve.

Subbacultcha and I (as well as other Sisters who wish to keep their identities secret) have studied the prophesy for years, discerning clues of when, where, and how we should find the Chosen One. We have long known that she would Forsaken, one who had yet to awake from death. Only recently did we solve the mystery of when to find her.

The stars are aligned just as the prophesy predicts, tonight. Elected by our Sisters to represent our small but important cult, Subbacultcha and I will soon make our way to Deathknell, where our Chosen One will take in her first breaths of Undeath.

[Barefoot]

((I was hoping some of the others who participated in this event would post, but prospects are looking grim...))

Subbacultcha and I made our way from Undecity to Deathknell. A male Blood Elf Warlock named Wickedman saw us, and he sensed that we had an important purpose about us. He asked to accompany us on our journey. We explained that the cult accepts only women, and that if he wished to be involved he would have to be our male minion

And so the three of us pushed onward to Deathknell. When we arrived, the small town was surprisingly quiet. I knew we were there early, to be safe, but just in case, I asked a guard if he had noticed anyone... unusual rising from her grave lately.

"Lady, we're all unusual..." he replied curtly. "But then - not one of us as unusual as you! What brings you here, anyway, Blood Elf?" I made an excuse about a census and begged off before his suspicions could grow.

Subbacultcha, Wickedman and I walked slowly into the Crypt where the Forsaken keep the bodies in case of reanimation. This was the hardest part... waiting. We paced anxiously, made small talk with Wickedman, and kept on our toes, ready for the Chosen One.

Several dead bodies returned to life while we waited there. Each time, we jumped with the thrill that it might be the Chosen One. Subbacultcha used her Eye of Kilrogg to inspect each one, and I approached them to introduce myself and question them. If it hadn't been for the growing tension and suspense, their reactions would have been quite amusing... First thing they see upon coming back to life is a beautiful Blood Elf woman bearing down on them to test them for power.

[Barefoot]

While we three sat anxiously waiting and second-guessing our calculations about the time of the Chosen One's arrival, a new woman rose from death.

I noticed a small tag on her big toe - "Abnormality. Watch carefully." How odd, I thought... But when my eyes rose to the rest of her, I knew that I had calculated correctly. Tonight was the night. Now was the time. I felt a strong power radiating from her, even as she rubbed the gunk and dust from her rotting eyes.

My anticipation for this moment was so great that I lost my composure. In my excitement, I stumbled quickly over words, laying the whole heavy story of our expectations on this woman all at once, rather than slowly and carefully, as I had planned. "And that is why we are here," I concluded, "to help see you to the path of Victory for the Blood Elves and Forsaken, because we know you are the one to bring that to us."

Her eyes were big. Somehow, she had soaked up all that information even though she was newly Undead. "That is very... interesting," said the undead woman with "Abnormality" on her toe. "I do not know what to say."

"Say you'll help us!" I insisted. "Say you'll lead us to ultimate power, crushing all who stand in our way! We will destroy the Alliance and subjugate the races of the Horde who are not as powerful as we are!"

She stared at me, obviously understanding, but perhaps not fully comprehending. "I think... I need... A nap," she said. "To think this over... and recover."

So we bowed down and left her to her thoughts and sleep. I realized that after all that suspense, meeting the Chosen One had utterly tired me out, so I took a nap myself, just outside the crypt.

[Breiten]

As Subbacultcha:

I left my name a long time ago, it was safer that way for many reasons. I left magic behind for creeping disease, and pain, and the demons that walk at my side. I joined the groups and guilds and cluts dedicated to power and wealth and effect.

It was one of those cults that found that stupid prophecy. An undead human woman leading the Forsaken and Sindorei to power in the immediate future. There are always a bunch of those... I really wasn't expecting her to show up.

And I knew her. From when she was human, and I was just an elf, and the world made more sense, and I had my name.

I'm so old now. The cult thing is a pastime for so many Sindorei. A chance to bluff and posture and pretend we are strong. There are so many of us who caper like idiots, like they never would have in the old days. Baelspar. I just want to collapse his joints, and his stupid grating voice, and seal the valves of his heart. I knew his parents. They would be ashamed.

She seems to have more sense now. Maybe she'll never wake up again. I can hope.

/Subbacultcha