Undeath's Reunion
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,019
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own World of Warcraft, Nor have I made any money from this.
Five Years Later
For those who are uncomfortable with graphic scenes of illness or deat, you have been warned
Five years later…
Kaelin released the troll before her carefully examining him. Tears suddenly blurred her vision for his misfortune. She gently traced a finger down the broken tusk. The undead troll just stared in silence at her. It was useless to attempt speech. Kaelin stepped back and began rummaging in her bag.
Here, she withdrew a cloak she had found in a drop. Quickly, Kaelin wrapped him up in the cloth and attempted to drag him from the room. The troll stopped her. She looked questioningly at him. He moved silently to the broken chests and cabinet in the small room searching for something. She waited patiently as he rummaged around the cabinets and drawers. A brief grunt came from him as he found what he was looking for.
Jandi returned to Kaelin’s side holding out a massive, leather bound volume. She accepted the book and stuffed it into her bag. Suddenly, Jandi’s head snapped up to the open door. He went on high alert, but was unable to warn the druid.
“Kaelin, what the hell is-” a deep voice began. She turned to meet the wide silver eyes of her older brother. ”What is that?” He snapped, pointing to the troll.
“Karl!” She squeaked in surprise. “What do you want? I’m fine, just go!” She tried to get him to leave but he remained rooted to the spot.
“Is that the…” He trailed unable to compile a complete sentence. He moved forward in a daze, circling around the tense troll. The rogue looked to his sister once more with a scowl. “Is that him? What were you planning on doing? Surely you don’t think that you will just ride out of here with that troll do you? What happened to him anyway?” He cringed when said troll moved closer.
“I-I don’t know. He gave me something that may reveal that but I want to get him out of here at least. I want to get him back to his brother. There is much I have to tell him.” To the troll’s utter surprise, the rogue seemed to consider her request. Now that he thought of it, he has not acted upon the threat he issued many years ago. Perhaps he changed. But, why?
“Fine, wrap him up good Kae. If I have to smell his rotting ass the entire way you will be sorry. If we are quick we can get out ahead of the rest of the party before we’re seen.” Kaelin hugged her brother tightly before pulling a blanket from her bag and wrapping the troll beneath it. The three moved silently from the dungeons, Jandi ahead of Kaelin with Karlin scouting.
Karlin ran ahead when they emerged from the dungeon into the Eastern Plaguelands. He returned moments later with their two horses. Kaelin climbed up into her saddle and pulled the troll up behind her. Karl followed suit and they took off at a dead run southbound following the river into the Hillsbrad Foothills.
“We have at least a week’s ride down to Booty Bay.” The rogue called from his galloping mount. “We should make camp in Hillsbrad. I can run to Southshore and gather supplies.”
“I agree. That would be our best course of action. We can decide our trail from there.”
They slowed their mounts to a canter as the left the Plaguelands and searched for a safe place to make camp. In a small clearing between the trees on the bank of the river, Kaelin began setting up the tents. Karlin nodded to his sister and continued to Southshore. The troll, unsure of what to do, moved to gather stones to make a fire pit.
When the fire crackled to life, the druid pulled out a mat and sat near its edge, close to the heat. Her eyes met his for a moment before she diverted her gaze back to the fire. The troll slowly lowered himself to the ground. He could not feel the heat of the fire. He could not feel anything. What little remained of his memories raced through his head. He looked upon her once more.
“Can you write?” Kaelin asked suddenly. His brow knitted, he could… but only in Zandalari. She pulled a piece of parchment and a quill from her pack and passed it to the troll. “You write down what happened. How you got like this… even if-” her voice cracked as more tears streamed down her cheeks. He nodded and began to write. The druid pulled out the text he had given her and opened it. It was filled with alchemic equations and something of a journal. Perhaps this held the answer.
As he wrote she flipped through the pages until something caught her attention. The equation was complex and a little confusing for her. But the title said it all. ‘Troll’s Plague’. She hurriedly read through the following journal entries. They appeared to be recordings of each test of the plague. She gasped in horror at the hundreds of entries. She was astonished at the hundreds of trolls that went through such tortures. The final entry held a description of Jandi.
Subject 308 was brought to me by a body vendor at a cheap price. He is a little worse for wear, but no matter. His stats are as follows: 7’11” at 247lbs. Long red hair, with some what blue skin. Appears to be a Darkspear troll. Possibly a hunter by the armor he wears. Tusks measure at 10”.
Began testing with the reformulated plague. He fought savagely but I was able to subdue him. He did not willingly accept the dosage. Unlike the other trolls that have come through my lab, this one remains rather silent. If not for his screams then I would have thought him mute.
Seven hours after dose: vomiting and fevers. He hardly stands still in his cell. He has not touched the food that has been supplied for him. He has developed a severe cough, blood evident in the residue.
Twelve hours after dose: His vomiting has ended however the fever has risen causing him to be delirious. He keeps muttering names such as Katari, Kor’alli and Kaelin. Several rashes have formed over his skin. Some had open, bleeding wounds. His cough has worsened.
76 Hours after dose: Subject 308 has finally lost his mind. He attempts to attack me every time I near. Had one near miss when he grabbed a hold of my jacket. I was able to free myself after much… coercion. The rashes have spread and it appears that areas of his skin seem to be decomposing even though he still retains a pulse. I often find him either crying or screaming in his sleep.
Three weeks after dose: Subject 308 has finally died.
Four months after dose: Much reanimation has been evident in subject 308. He moves slowly and can sit and stand.
Four months and a week: Subject 308 will respond to simple commands. He has lost the ability to speak.
Seven months: Subject seems to be regaining much of his memories and has lashed out today. It resulted in a broken tusk and a broken arm for me.
One year: Subject 308 has shown much hostility towards any that come near. He killed
one guard that got too close. It resulted in cannibalism.
One year and a day: I came into the lab to find that much of his skin had been regenerated. He still did not have a pulse which led me to believe that the cannibalism lead to the regeneration. Fascinating. My plague was successful.
The print ended there. Kaelin closed the book and wiped the tears from her eyes. He had suffered so much. She glanced at the troll that wrote vigorously. Her heart warmed for him. He deserved so much more. She took a deep breath. She held a guilty conscience for four years. She had something to tell him.
“Jandi… There is something I must tell you.”
Whew, longest chapter yet. I’m sorry it was a little sad. I got the idea that someone stumbled upon them from Luna Ardere. But I changed it up a bit. The next chapter will probably be a bit angsty. Thanks for reading…
Five years later…
Kaelin released the troll before her carefully examining him. Tears suddenly blurred her vision for his misfortune. She gently traced a finger down the broken tusk. The undead troll just stared in silence at her. It was useless to attempt speech. Kaelin stepped back and began rummaging in her bag.
Here, she withdrew a cloak she had found in a drop. Quickly, Kaelin wrapped him up in the cloth and attempted to drag him from the room. The troll stopped her. She looked questioningly at him. He moved silently to the broken chests and cabinet in the small room searching for something. She waited patiently as he rummaged around the cabinets and drawers. A brief grunt came from him as he found what he was looking for.
Jandi returned to Kaelin’s side holding out a massive, leather bound volume. She accepted the book and stuffed it into her bag. Suddenly, Jandi’s head snapped up to the open door. He went on high alert, but was unable to warn the druid.
“Kaelin, what the hell is-” a deep voice began. She turned to meet the wide silver eyes of her older brother. ”What is that?” He snapped, pointing to the troll.
“Karl!” She squeaked in surprise. “What do you want? I’m fine, just go!” She tried to get him to leave but he remained rooted to the spot.
“Is that the…” He trailed unable to compile a complete sentence. He moved forward in a daze, circling around the tense troll. The rogue looked to his sister once more with a scowl. “Is that him? What were you planning on doing? Surely you don’t think that you will just ride out of here with that troll do you? What happened to him anyway?” He cringed when said troll moved closer.
“I-I don’t know. He gave me something that may reveal that but I want to get him out of here at least. I want to get him back to his brother. There is much I have to tell him.” To the troll’s utter surprise, the rogue seemed to consider her request. Now that he thought of it, he has not acted upon the threat he issued many years ago. Perhaps he changed. But, why?
“Fine, wrap him up good Kae. If I have to smell his rotting ass the entire way you will be sorry. If we are quick we can get out ahead of the rest of the party before we’re seen.” Kaelin hugged her brother tightly before pulling a blanket from her bag and wrapping the troll beneath it. The three moved silently from the dungeons, Jandi ahead of Kaelin with Karlin scouting.
Karlin ran ahead when they emerged from the dungeon into the Eastern Plaguelands. He returned moments later with their two horses. Kaelin climbed up into her saddle and pulled the troll up behind her. Karl followed suit and they took off at a dead run southbound following the river into the Hillsbrad Foothills.
“We have at least a week’s ride down to Booty Bay.” The rogue called from his galloping mount. “We should make camp in Hillsbrad. I can run to Southshore and gather supplies.”
“I agree. That would be our best course of action. We can decide our trail from there.”
They slowed their mounts to a canter as the left the Plaguelands and searched for a safe place to make camp. In a small clearing between the trees on the bank of the river, Kaelin began setting up the tents. Karlin nodded to his sister and continued to Southshore. The troll, unsure of what to do, moved to gather stones to make a fire pit.
When the fire crackled to life, the druid pulled out a mat and sat near its edge, close to the heat. Her eyes met his for a moment before she diverted her gaze back to the fire. The troll slowly lowered himself to the ground. He could not feel the heat of the fire. He could not feel anything. What little remained of his memories raced through his head. He looked upon her once more.
“Can you write?” Kaelin asked suddenly. His brow knitted, he could… but only in Zandalari. She pulled a piece of parchment and a quill from her pack and passed it to the troll. “You write down what happened. How you got like this… even if-” her voice cracked as more tears streamed down her cheeks. He nodded and began to write. The druid pulled out the text he had given her and opened it. It was filled with alchemic equations and something of a journal. Perhaps this held the answer.
As he wrote she flipped through the pages until something caught her attention. The equation was complex and a little confusing for her. But the title said it all. ‘Troll’s Plague’. She hurriedly read through the following journal entries. They appeared to be recordings of each test of the plague. She gasped in horror at the hundreds of entries. She was astonished at the hundreds of trolls that went through such tortures. The final entry held a description of Jandi.
Subject 308 was brought to me by a body vendor at a cheap price. He is a little worse for wear, but no matter. His stats are as follows: 7’11” at 247lbs. Long red hair, with some what blue skin. Appears to be a Darkspear troll. Possibly a hunter by the armor he wears. Tusks measure at 10”.
Began testing with the reformulated plague. He fought savagely but I was able to subdue him. He did not willingly accept the dosage. Unlike the other trolls that have come through my lab, this one remains rather silent. If not for his screams then I would have thought him mute.
Seven hours after dose: vomiting and fevers. He hardly stands still in his cell. He has not touched the food that has been supplied for him. He has developed a severe cough, blood evident in the residue.
Twelve hours after dose: His vomiting has ended however the fever has risen causing him to be delirious. He keeps muttering names such as Katari, Kor’alli and Kaelin. Several rashes have formed over his skin. Some had open, bleeding wounds. His cough has worsened.
76 Hours after dose: Subject 308 has finally lost his mind. He attempts to attack me every time I near. Had one near miss when he grabbed a hold of my jacket. I was able to free myself after much… coercion. The rashes have spread and it appears that areas of his skin seem to be decomposing even though he still retains a pulse. I often find him either crying or screaming in his sleep.
Three weeks after dose: Subject 308 has finally died.
Four months after dose: Much reanimation has been evident in subject 308. He moves slowly and can sit and stand.
Four months and a week: Subject 308 will respond to simple commands. He has lost the ability to speak.
Seven months: Subject seems to be regaining much of his memories and has lashed out today. It resulted in a broken tusk and a broken arm for me.
One year: Subject 308 has shown much hostility towards any that come near. He killed
one guard that got too close. It resulted in cannibalism.
One year and a day: I came into the lab to find that much of his skin had been regenerated. He still did not have a pulse which led me to believe that the cannibalism lead to the regeneration. Fascinating. My plague was successful.
The print ended there. Kaelin closed the book and wiped the tears from her eyes. He had suffered so much. She glanced at the troll that wrote vigorously. Her heart warmed for him. He deserved so much more. She took a deep breath. She held a guilty conscience for four years. She had something to tell him.
“Jandi… There is something I must tell you.”
Whew, longest chapter yet. I’m sorry it was a little sad. I got the idea that someone stumbled upon them from Luna Ardere. But I changed it up a bit. The next chapter will probably be a bit angsty. Thanks for reading…