Bloodthin *Soulbound*

[Bloodthin]

Trelif moved through the library with a quickening speed. His father wished to speak to him again. Trelif was tired of such games, his family had been members of the Kirin Tor for many years. Trelif never liked seeing his father whom was a powerful magi. Trelif found the man to be very drone and no fun at all.n Trelif moved through the library of the violet citadel moving quickly knocking people over. Trelif often found himself bored with these human mage students. There lifetime was not long enough to accomplish anything of interest. Trelif never liked being a mage but it was his duty to his family to become one. His father would never allow him to be anything but a magi.n Trelif walked up the stairs to the final room on the left , he sighed as he brought his hand to the door. Before he could knock the door opened for him. Trelif entered his face set in a scowl, he hated his father. The room was light with mage fire and was well light at all times the walls were adorned with the purple of the Kirin tor. At the end of the long rectangular room was a desk where an ageing high elf sat. The Darksun Family crest sat above his head.n‘You summoned me master mage?” Trelif spat out.n“Boy, you should be more cordial towards your father.” The elder returned no love in his voice.n“Perhaps I should but the matter attains to the fact that I wont. Now what do you wish of me.?” Trelif replied.n The elder mage sighed at his son and stood from his desk rather slowly. He moved slower in his old age yet he was still far from a death due to age. n “I wanted to make sure you were aware, that your womanizing has gotten you in trouble again. You were lucky to not be thrown out.” Trelif’s father said. “You were lucky they could not smell the spell of love you had put on that rose this time.” nTrelifs face deepened into a deep scowl. “If you speak of the human wench by the name of Paulina, then no spells were needed she fell into my lap on her own foolish drunkenness.”n “Does it require that you leave her a rose on the bed with a note that says. And I quote “Please to have had you.” Are you serious. Son we raised you better then that.” Trelif’s father said his face enraged.n “Father let me remind you, she was only a human no better at love making then common swine. I have not broke any rules nor have I disobeyed any laws pertaining to my conduct. But explaining myself to you is like trying to talk to a demon. They wont listen they will just attack you on sight.” Trelif said a sly smirk growing on his face.n “Are you mad boy, you have laid almost every high elf, Human and gnome in this place. What must I do to prove to you this is not a adequate life style, for a mage as powerful as yourself. Self discipline, it is a gift you do not possess.” His father said throwing the letter on the table completely exasperated. “The woman always describe you as the gentleman of the low lives, why can you not just follow in my footsteps?” His father said.n “Perhaps I feel that you are the fool whom holds me back of true potential. Perhaps it is you and the council of six who allow these female toys to play with your magic sticks and yet when anyone else gets a little bit you go off barking mad like the old dogs you are.”n “Get out of my sight, and I do not mean just leave this room, you are hereby banned from the citadel, banned from magical studies. Go home, get your ass back to silver moon, I will not deal with you any longer.” His father yelled.nn10 years later.n Trelif stood in his room, several books propped up on the table. He grinned as he made an odd symbol on the ground of his room. He stood in the middle of the odd design and began the incantation he had practiced for so long. He planned on proving his father wrong. His father never understood true power did not come from the spout of a blue dragon. It came from the nether, it was more powerful in its most sinister and evil form. He had heard Kael thas speak of these things but now it was his turn to try. He muttered the incantation casting his soul from his body into a shard.n He held his shard in his hand. A shard that had come from his very soul. He was doing something different. Trelif closed his eyes reaching his mind to all corners of Azeroth. Using his shard as bait.n As he opened his eyes he looked before him to see a small demon in front of him. The demon grinned at the sight of the High elf. Trelif Grinned back at the demon, he had succeeded. Trelif spoke first.n “Greetings my little friend, how can I help you.” Trelif smiled at the little thing.n “Hello, I am Zeptuck, an imp of the burning legion, you called and here I am, any wishes you would like before I melt your face and give your soul to my masters.” The imp said as he laughed.n Trelif planned on this, no demon willingly obeyed the mind of anyone but the great demon lord Saregeas. Trelif opened his palm revealing a soul shard. n Trelif looked into the shard frowning for a second he crushed it using it as a reagent for an enslave demon spell. The shard broke into four peaces. Before the imp could react it was bound and chained..n “I will come to your summons master fel mage.”n A shiver went up Trelifs back, Fel mage, the most twisted and evil of magic users, he now had a full membership.nnSome time latern Trelif was no longer considered a high elf, his people had aptly renamed themselves the blood elves. Trelif walked the streets of Silver moon now apart of the Horde he and his fellow warlocks seemed to be more accepted among the general populous. Trelif had not changed, he believed in his people and became with them a blood elf but his womanizing traits had not changed in the slightest. He often found himself in trouble with the guards for leaving a married woman several red roses with a black ribbon tied in a bow around them. It was known as his calling card. That of course was not what got him in trouble, it was often when the husbands would come after him and he sent them all to a dark death in the abyss.n Trelif though well situated in his home found that the jail cells of Silver moon suited his needs quite well. He often slept in there alone waiting for a full investigation to reveal he did not throw the first punch. Though on certain nights he would find himself a room mate or on a peculiar night he would have two. This night he had two cell mates, this night a forsaken and an orc. The orc paid him no attention but the forsaken could not keep his eyes from Trelif his black robes decorated with skulls of every walk of life. Trelif his long black hair frayed at the ends from the many curses his own demon slaves would throw at him.n The forsaken stared at him for a long moment whispering to the orc, but the orc ignored him for the most part. The forsaken wore a black leather like that of thief and murderer. The orc wore chain mail of a soldier of the horde. n “Elf, what has landed your ass in here may I ask?” The forsaken asked.n Trelif looked over the undead and even the orc looked at Trelif a small grin curled on its lips. Trelif looked at his two cellmates, a smile spread on his face. “Another married man caught me in his bedchambers and tried to put a sword through me. My shadow bolt was quicker, and your selves?”n The forsaken grinned and the orc looked angry. The Forsaken spoke first “We are looking to form a group to do some mercenary work if you must know. We got thrown in here because a shop keeper said we were pestering him.”n The orc finally spoke, he angrily looked at the forsaken, “When he said he had no interest you, poisoned him and took his fruit. No honor in that.” The orc said.n The forsaken smiled as best he could, he moved away from the orc muttering to himself. “A warlock huh? Well perhaps we could use you. It would be better then spending your life in here after everyman tries to attack you isn’t it.?’n Trelif looked the Forsaken up and down, he sighed. Thinking to himself, he didn’t want to live in Silvermoon the rest of his life he wanted to move on, he wanted to use his powers to gain great wealth and possibly great glory. n “I do not even know the name of the undead who make me this offer, and what makes you think I would be so skilled?” The forsaken laughed and the orc grinned.n “We are looking for those who have a sense of honor, your kind destroyed my home world, now I want to use your power to my benefit. I Steppa am an orc of the Warsong clan, I wish to see your skill.” The orc said his chain mail rattling as he spoke.n “I am Dithemord, once a solider of Lordearon, now forsaken, I trust you know what you are doing ..we need one skilled with magic to join us…” Said the forsaken.n Trelif looked at them thinking for a moment, he thought to himself thinking what he may leave behind, and he could not fathom a though of not taking the risk. “Very well, but you will not call me by my family name.” He said slowly.n “What then do we call you warlock?” Said Dithemord.n “I wish to be called Bloodthin and nothing more.” Said Trelif. n The group smiled as they talked the rest of the night, the next day upon awakening they were released by the local guard, slightly compelled by Bloodthin’s imp Zeptuck to let them go and drop there criminal charges. The three headed out toward the portal, Dithemord had heard of some work in Tarren mill that would pay well. nn2 years later.nn Steppa, Dithemord and Bloodthin stood on a large hill watching the different animals of the Borean tundra pass them by. They waited for a kill or so Bloodthin thought. “Where is the gnome you seek Dithe…I have better things to attend to.” n Dithemord made no response, he and Steppa remained silent. They watched longer Bloodthins patience shortening when finally the sun began to set over the distant mountains. Dithemord turned to face the warlock.n “You have taken a leadership of our group my friend, you have lead us to defeat many a foes. Your power has grown over us and over your own potential. But us as a council tire of you pride and arrogance.”n Bloodthin looked at him and then looked to Steppa, they both had weapons drawn. Bloodthin knew what was happening he was being betrayed, by the same people he had lead for the last two years. Before Bloodthin could call to his demon slaves an arrow was shot through his kneecap. Forced to the ground Bloodthin looked up at his two attackers, he watched as Dithemord applied a killing poison to his knife. Dithemord then stepped towards the warlock, he put his foot on the warlocks back forcing Bloodthin into the ground. The forsaken rouge took his dagger, placed it on the cheek of Bloodthin and with it he gashed a large curve up his cheek. “Now we leave you hear to die on your sweet time, pity I will not be here to see your final breathe, but it is better this way.” Dithemord said.n “Steppa, there is no honor in this…I will kill you both.” Bloodthin sputtered before he closed his eyes blacking out because of blood loss. nn Bloodthin awoke in the nearby war song hold, a small blood elf priestess by his side. She patted him down and spoke in there native tongue to him. “Be still my patient, the poison has been drained but you must heal before you exert yourself.” Bloodthin looked up to see green eyes glowing back at him. He smiled, he would have vengeance upon the orc and Dithemord, he will kill them and dance on their graves, but first he must sleep. nn Trelif awoke to himself being laid in a dark room. He remembered little and to no avail could he even Fathom how he had gotten there. Trelif leaned up and took a glance around he noticed that many things were recognizable to his old room in silver moon. It wasn’t until then that it struck him. He was home. n Trelif got up moving slowly he walked over to the mirror. Looked at himself in the mirror and scowled. His face was now tarnished with a wicked scar. Trelif cursed Steppa and Dithemord under his breathe.nn Three weeks later Bloodthin moved through Dalaran, he had not been there since his being tossed from it. His father had died defending this city and Trelif did not feel comforted by it in any manner. Bloodthin moved through into the citadel, and up to the purple parlor where a small group of Nyxians were awaiting him to interview him for membership to there tribe. n After two hours of questions and battles before the interviewers Bloodthin passed and was granted access into the tribe Nyx. Bloodthin did not want the to truly know his name of Trelif, he preferred Bloodthin now to everyone. He could not trust a soul. n As bloodthin listened to the talk over the stone he heard one voice that stood out to him, it belonged to Riannon. She seemed a strong soul, and Bloodthin was looking for an arena partner. Bloodthin approached her on the stone and asked her is she would join him in the arenas. She agreed, and there friendship began in doing battle in the Arenas, Him a warlock and her a priest fighting back to back for the glory.

[Bloodthin]

Bloodthin walked slowly up the stairs. The creeking stair bothered him this evening, the small things did not noften bother Bloodthin, but tonight of all the nights it bothered him. Bloodthin finally reached the final nstep looking out over his dining room. On the table there was still some roasted turkey lef, but the rothides nwouls doon get to it. nBloodthin did not enjoy the rothides being up in his keep but they did seem to do well in his expirements. nThey served as souless vessels to expiremnet with. Bloodthin often found hismelf toying with the rothides nmore then he would like to. The rothides were horrible pests in his mind and he would soon extermiante them nif it wasnt for a crying agony in him to keep them here. He kept telling himself a felbolt would rid me of nthese pest but something stopped him everytime. nBloodthin moved towards his office on the top level of the floor kicking aside a sleeping rothide. he moves ninto his office slamming the door behind him. The amount of paperwork on his desk were staggering. Bloodthin nsat down at his desk lighting a few candles he stole from kobolds Bloodthin began to read. There were on top nsevearal letters from the Oracle Trueheart about need in the guildbank. Bloodthin tossed those into the maybe npile, knowing Riannon would want a look at them.nBloodthin began flipping through the papers not truly reading them yet glancing enough to know what he was nreading. Bloodthin began grow weary as he finished the last of his papers shoving the useless ones off to the nside making sure to keep a key grasp on the important papers so that they do not get lost.nAs Bloodthin got up slowly, grabbing his key he heard a rothide whimper. Bloodthin quickly grabbed for his ndagger, throwing his hood over his face he muttered a small summoning spell calling to his felhound.n"Sooo, did you miss me bloodthin." a strange voice echoed in the chamber.n"Of course I did Dithe, you know I cannot stand being away from you." Bloodthin replied not completely sure nwhere the voice came from.n"You know I hear things. So you have a daughter and, a fiance." He said suddenly appearing in a corner his nback slouched against the corner of the wall. He did not look at Bloodthin just sat ther starring at his ndagger tips.n"Yes, I have a family now. You know one thats not dead or rotting or even well good to me. So I have heard nyou and Steppa doing your usual romping." Bloodthin replied to Dithemord.n"Well I hope you have life Insurance because your family may need some incoming money to pay for this place." nDithemord said as he tossed a dagger towards Bloodthin.nBloodthin had little time he moved away throwing up an arm to block as much as he could.. The dagger hit home. n going through Bloodthins arm. Bloodthin looked to his guild stone in the off position, no he thought..this nfight is mine. Bloodthin turned sending a bolt at Dithemord...the rouge had moved sending Bloodthins nchaosbolt straight into the bookshelf. As the papers spattered everywhere bloodthin growled. He looked for nthe rouge before catching the Forsaken behind him. Bloodthin turned sending three curtling curses into the nrouge. The rouge staggered back taken aback by amount of fel energy put through his body.n"I have grown more then you know." Bloodthin said. "You dont think I leanred ..I grew." Blloodthin sent a nbolt towards the rouge. Dithemord growled angrily. Bloodthin charged his last incinerats spell as Dithemord nmade a run for it ..as Bloodthin realeased his spell the rouge dissappeared leaving behind hi right thumb.