#malavis

As Istera approaches the abandoned site in the Eastern Plaguelands, she comes out of invisibility in her true Forsaken form. She sees the warlock in the distance, waiting and seemingly alone. The careful approach is finally made.

Raztak, a Draenei hunter, is lying in wait just outside of their visible range. He is using a cloaking device, as well as a communicator to keep tabs on the impending conversation.

Malavis raises his eyebrow as Istera approaches.

Istera remains composed and plainly states. "I have a preposition... hear me out."

Malavis carefully watches her movements and nods. "Sure, be on with it."

His guards are around, but not visible to Malavis and Istera talking. They are mostly in the hills with a few seeking to surround from the town side.

Istera continues. "Whatever you thought of me the last time we met, was false. I'm a mere Forsaken scientist, trying to get in close to the Alliance and Human operatives around the area. I've been pretending to be a Night Elf, attempting to heal the land."

Malavis studies her face. "Hmm, why should I believe you?"

"Lycandria has failed the league. Why would I stay under a failing cause?" Istera adds.

Raztak continues to prowl and sneak around, knocking out several of the Forsaken guards or snaring them in ice traps to keep them from moving.

Malavis nods unconvinced. "I simply needed to have one of its' members, however I knew she would become a problem. No one gives up one of their own easily..."

Istera does her best to keep him distracted, and walks a bit closer. "They don't know I'm here... not yet at least."

Malavis raises an eyebrow. "So does that mean you are going to inform them, and how would I know the difference?" He looks around momentarily and nods. His guards begin to scout the area for anyone that might have followed her.

Raztak grits his teeth and continues to keep out of sight. He sneaks around the guards, still knocking several out when they are alone and keeping his cloaking device active.

Istera leans back, trying her best to seem calm and calculated. "I'll help you stop them as well as tell you secrets of them. In turn, I want to know more about your test subject. Scientist to scientist. And you need not worry... I'm alone. You're just stressing yourself too much."

Malavis grins. "I won't deny that inside knowledge of the organization would prove most useful... But you see, I need to know I can trust you. One can never be too careful..."

"What do you need me to do?" Istera tilts her head.

"I know you are Forsaken, that much I can see." Malavis rubs his chin.

"Once a Forsaken, always a Forsaken. I was reborn again, and my past life means nothing." Istera nods. "Besides, the other Horde races don't even respect us... We are meant to be our own faction..." She trails off.

"Perhaps... but in order to prove yourself, I need you to perform a task. I need you to bring one of them to me and willingly kill them in front of me, since you seem to be in with both sides..." Malavis smirks. "Prove that the Alliance and the others mean nothing to you, then I will show you want you want to see."

Istera forces a smirk. "That would be easy... All I have to do is lead them to you." She rubs her hands together, lightly chuckling.

Malavis' guards seem weary of a spot near Raztak. Two guards enclose on his area.

Raztak quickly and silently moves out of the way, leaving behind two ice traps while remaining stealthed. He catches the two guards the moment they are out of sight of Malavis and Istera.

"Very good, bring one of them here in a few days time... I will be waiting." Malavis lightly cackles.

Istera holds up a finger. "Not so fast... In return, I want to learn and see your test subject."

"Oh you will, in time you will. Do this for me, and I will take you there." Malavis reassures.

Istera seems a tad apprehensive, but doesn't show it. "Then it is a deal."

Malavis reaches out his hand toward Istera, warm and radiating with heat. "Forsaken to Forsaken, you have my word." He finishes with an unsettling grin.

"I will see you soon, my friend." Istera smiles at Malavis. "The Forsaken shall prevail... We are meant to retake these lands." She inhales and takes his hand, prepared to attack or run if need be.

"The north shall fall, and the Forsaken shall reclaim what is ours." Malavis cackles.

"And then beyond!" Istera laughs maniacally, calming down a few seconds later. "Shadows guide you."

"And flames devour." Malavis adds.

"Ha, flames... I like you." Istera bows before him and walks away. She becomes invisible in the distance.

Raztak swiftly sneaks away from the area, remaining undetected all the way through.

Malavis has his assistants inject Amelia with an unknown serum, as she pops through the portal. The assistants try to contain her with the needle finally emptying, just as Malavis enters and the portal collapses. The room seems like a very closed off laboratory, with a chair in the center of scattered vials and tables to the side. Potions are churning and bubbling.

Amelia immediately lets out a deep feral growl, roaring as she rips into his assistants. Clamping her jaws down on one's shoulder, she viciously shakes her head. She plunges her claws into its stomach and angles them both outwards as she rips through. She flings him into the other assistant and proceeds to essentially do the same to another.

After she's finished with them, she turns towards Malavis. Fire burning in her eyes, in half worgen form. She's growling and salivating at the muzzle, appearing to be studying Malavis and gauging his strength.

Malavis smirks at the carnage as more assistants race in. "Ah yes... just as I expected. Fierce... Ferocious... Unrelenting... Savage and feral. You are the perfect specimen for this... oh yes... perfect."

Amelia sees the assistants rushing in and sets about ravaging through them. Amelia speaks in a deep feral tone. "You are going to die a slow, painful death warlock!"

"You are certainly mistaken... you will succumb to MY will... and it all starts right now..." Malavis finishes with an evil smirk, watching as the assistants surround Amelia. He begins to cast some dark, demonic magic that is slowly waning Amelia's movements.

Amelia easily slashes through the newcomers like they're nothing, their dead and decaying Forsaken flesh doing little to stop her claws and teeth flurry. However, each swing eventually comes slower, each chomp with less force. The magic is slowly draining her even with her immense resilience.

A few large orcs finally come around the corner, as if waiting for the weakening to begin. The assistants seemingly nothing more than a fodder display to Malavis' liking. The orcs step in and look to restrain Amelia down to the chair, facing the ceiling. She is still giving quite a fight, but can't quite manage to get a meaningful blow to them at the moment. Malavis continues the spell until the final moment she is secured.

Even as the orcs restrain her, with the smell of fresh blood, she finally manages to clamp down on one of the orc's throats. She easily holds him in place as she drinks his blood, somewhat giving her enough strength to wrestle out of the others' grasp. She slits his throat but finally seems physically drained, slumping in the chair and giving a low growl as she watches the warlock.

Malavis tightens his grip with his spell, as Amelia slips down onto the table.

Amelia attempts to growl and thrash, though she's tiring considerably fast. She looks Malavis dead in the eyes as she rumbles. "You wont break me! I live for the pack! I won't betray them! I will die first you filth!"

"We shall see won't we?" Malavis cackles evilly and spawns demonical magical clamps around her limbs, restraining her movements and completing his channeled spell.

The bitten orc holds his throat, gasping for air and falling to the floor bleeding out. The two other orcs look at each other for a moment, then to Amelia as they drive fists into her chest. After a few blows, Malavis stops them as he approaches, ordering them to clean up the mess as he steps around various body parts on the floor. "I appreciate the decorations, this room always did need a bit of color..."

Amelia growls through the punches, snapping at their fists. As Malavis orders them to stop, one orc goes for a last punch. Amelia catches his fist in her maw and clamps down, locking her jaw. She begins to grind and chew on his hand before the other one punches her, making her release. She looks up at Malavis, swallowing the bits of hand in her mouth. "I can't wait to give it a 'personal' touch then. Maybe you'd like to be apart of it?" She snarls.

Malavis smirks. "I... admire your passion and your unrelenting will to get just the slightest of nibbles of me..." Suddenly a shot shoots into Amelia's back from beneath the chair, causing Amelia to go completely limp. "But the most you will ever do, is gaze upon the creator of your demise."

Amelia gives a sharp yelp as the needle shoots into her back. She snarls as sleep tries to take her. "You won't get anything from me or out of me! I'm ready to die for the pack! I always have been!" Before completely succumbing, she whimpers out. "Lycan and Skip'll get here. Then you'll..." Her head bobs. "...then you'll pay." Her head finally slumps over, and tongue lulls out.

"Not quite yet, my dear... but they will come soon enough..." Malavis then waits for her to be completely out, before muttering on. "When you are ready." He smirks deviously.

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Malavis then moves off toward what seems to be a floating orb above a nearby table. It appears to be a framework of Amelia's mind in a magical projection.

He nods to a few assistants that were spared Amelia's wrath, looking much more professional. "Start the tap... We need to see where this girl lives, and transform the world she knows... The only thing she will know is hate... Hate for the woman who did this to her... the one who couldn't stop what's coming."

After a few moments, Malavis begins channeling through the orb and tries to find Amelia. He comes across a cabin, with a shape prowling around the outskirts of a clearing in a lavish forest. There is vague yelling, mixed with crying coming from the cabin. He continues to dive further into the vision, smirking a bit. "Oh... let us see what painful memories she hides..."

Inside the cabin, there's a young human Amelia in some sort of confrontation with what appears to be her mother. Words are fuzzy, but Amelia reacts angrily and starts to head outside. She opens the door and tries to rush out, but is knocked back by the same prowling figure from earlier in the vision.

The creature bites down on Amelia's shoulder, before she has any time to react. Her mother screams as the worgen shakes, and then releases Amelia into the bow rack next to the door. Amelia slumps to the ground. Her head bobbing about and left arm mangled.

The worgen starts towards her mother, but somehow Amelia lifts her head and grabs a bow and arrow. She stands up slowly, drawing to full before releasing. Her arm makes a horrible breaking noise.

The arrow flies as Amelia slumps in the door way, craddling her left arm with her right. She watches as the worgen sinks its teeth into her mother, and rakes its claws into her flesh. The arrow only nicks the worgen's muzzle, deflecting deep into the wood beam in front of the worgen and mother.

Suddenly, the vision swirls as Amelia snarls in her half worgen form. "I've moved past this filth! I've accepted what has happened in my past isn't my fault. That I gave everything when others would've already collapsed. Poking around here will give you nothing!" She snaps at Malavis, and the orb's image of her mind fades away.

Malavis smirks. "Oh dear, soon you will learn everything is relative." He laughs evilly, and channels through the orb once more.

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The orb slowly fills again with the image of Amelia as a worgen. She is with a pup and hiding in shrubbery watching something from afar. The orb rotates so that a barn and house is in view. On the porch of the house is a couple with their child; a girl of maybe ten and her parents.

Suddenly the mother's neck gushes blood from an arrow, now sticking out of it. The little girl lets out a scream as the father hides her. He then roars angrily, picking up his short sword and buckler, scanning for the attacker.

The pup quickly races toward the porch, and launches himself at the father. He braces himself and bashes at the pup. He overextends and leaves himself wide open, just as an arrow strikes him in the heart. The man falls and eventually bleeds out, leaving only the little girl on the porch.

Amelia approaches the porch and stands over her, fire in her eyes. The little girl is understandably frozen with fear. Amelia's muzzle closes around the child, as she begins to eat her alive.

The orb swirls again to reveal Amelia snarling. "I was angry at everything! Why did she get this happy life while I didn't?!" Her ears lie flat against her head. "I was wrong and I regret most of what I did my first year turned." Amelia snarls again. "But my past is what made me into what I am, and I'm not ashamed of who I am now! You won't break me! I 'will' die before I betray the pack. Lycan took me in when no one else would! She helped me, cared for me, confided in me, so she means so much more than you could fathom filth!"

Skippio and Amelia are taking their time off, and at this point are visiting their old homeland in Gilneas. They arrive in Stormglen, which has become a very quiet and deserted village by the port. They move along through the streets and take in all the sights, awestruck at just how much had changed since the invasion. Streets that used to be bustling with people all over are now just a distant and faded memory. They both browse through the Inn nearby, and eventually come out to the back patio.

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Amelia slowly exits the Inn, looking up and letting the rain fall on her face, as she breathes the scent of her homeland again. Her ears lay flat against her head as she turns towards Skippio. "Everything's... so dead..." She turns back around, "It's not at all like I remember."

Skippio looks around the desolate town, taking a deep breath. "Its been a long time since you were here... but for me..." His voice trails off, seemingly very uncomfortable being here.

Amelia turns around, moving to hug Skippio. "I know." She rests her head against his chest, "Thank you for taking me out here..." She goes quiet, taking comfort in his warmth against the cold rain.

Skippio silently and softly accepts the hug, nudging closer. "No problem... anything for you." His voice sounded calm, but a certain hint of unease was apparent. "Where to next?"

Amelia: "I don't know... where would a good place be? I don't want to go anywhere that's patrolled. Lycandria said the south should be fine." She looks up at him, "Anywhere else worth visiting?"

Skippio solemnly closes his eyes to think. "I'm not sure... there really aren't that many safe places..." He looks down at Amelia, "Maybe Menethil Harbor?"

Amelia tilts her head, "I haven't heard of it? Where is it?"

Skippio: "Its south of here, in the Wetlands." He said, trying his hardest to keep his cool.

Amelia takes another deep breath before separating from Skippio. "Okay, I think I've had enough of this place." She looks down, "It's no longer the home I remember. The scents, sights, and sounds are completely different... and dead..." She then motions for Skippio to lead the way.

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Malavis slowly approaches behind them from a small road to the North. He appears human, draped in red and black robes, with a flaming staff and floating fiery crown. He speaks in a bit of a deep, strained, and unsettling voice. "Taking off already are we?"

Skippio suddenly looks at the stranger with both panic and distrust. "Who the hell are you?" He said, drawing his blades.

Amelia turns around swiftly with a growl already rumbling through her, staring the stranger down.

Malavis smirks a bit, "Oh come now, don't be so alarmed... I assure you I mean you no harm..." He grins wickedly.

Amelia sees his grin and draws her bow, pulling an arrow back slightly and aiming in his general direction.

Malavis: "Now... is this how you greet strangers?" He looks a bit tickled by the predicament.

Skippio glares at the stranger and keeps his guard up. "It is when they enter like 'that'." He snarls, seemingly about to change into Worgen form at any given moment.

Amelia snarls, "I didn't smell you coming. I smelt death, nothing else. What are you... 'Human'?"

Malavis looks around for a moment and then slowly walks around them, not feeling too threatened. He turns his back to them. "Well... what can I say... I know a few tricks." He smirks.

Skippio: "Stay back!"

Malavis turns back around to face them. "Oh, I plan to stay back... I don't need to be too close..." He smirks slyly at Skippio.

Skippio continues to grip his blades tightly, snarling at this 'Human'.

Amelia finally draws to full length, still aiming at Malavis.

Malavis seems to be studying Amelia. "I sense much anger in you, darling..." He grins wickedly at Amelia.

Skippio: "You stay away from her!"

Amelia lets her arrow loose and swiftly pulls back another.

Malavis lets the arrow hit him, heading for his forehead. The arrow disintegrates, as if a barrier of flame is around him. He sighs a bit and smirks.

Skippio is shocked, being taken back slightly and nervously pointing his right blade at Malavis. "You... don't try anything funny, and we won't hesitate to kill you!"

Malavis cackles maniacally. "I'm sorry... but I've had this planned for a while now... and only this one, was the right one for the job..." He points at Amelia.

Amelia snarls as she lets another arrow fly. "Just kill him Skip! He obviously means harm." She then moves further away, continuing to fire arrows as opportunities present themselves.

Skippio doesn't wait another moment and immediately leaps at Malavis, attempting to strike him across the chest and changing into Worgen form in mid air.

Malavis creates a flaming barrier around him that blows Skippio backwards, sending him flying toward the back wall of the Inn.

Skippio collides with the wall next to the back doorway, knocking him out slightly.

Amelia lets out a deep growl, seeing Skip get blown back. Her arrows start releasing at a faster rate.

Malavis moves a hand up towards Amelia, disintegrating her incoming arrows.  He then starts to heat her bow up, making it too hot to handle.

Amelia notices the heat and throws the bow at him, charging.

Malavis seems to vanish and then pop out of a demonic portal behind her, as she runs into the post of a nearby shed.

Amelia slams against the post, giving a yelp at the impact.

Skippio weakly looks up at the fight, watching a bit light-headed after being thrown against the wall.

Amelia turns around taking a few arrows from her quiver, and flings them at Malavis as she charges again.

Malavis grins wickedly and buffs his fiery barrier again, knocking Amelia back towards a post near Skippio.

Amelia flies back and misses the post, but slams into the barrels next to it instead. She lands awkwardly among the barrels and gives a light whine.

Skippio looks at Amelia, desperately reaching for her. "A...Amelia..."

Malavis takes the time to summon a fiery imp and a scorchling elemental, to press the advantage he already has.

Amelia seems to have hit her head fairly hard against the barrels. She's slumped against them, with her head hanging down and lightly swinging.

Malavis holds out his hand towards Skippio, as dark demonic magic seems to swirl around his throat, slightly choking him. He then slowly approaches them both. "Now... We can do this one of two ways..." He smirks.

Skippio makes some choking noises, struggling with the dark magic cutting off his air.

Malavis: "You can come with me quietly... Or... I will make you slowly watch the life drain from his eyes... Right here... Right now."

Skippio manages some forced speech, "I'll never let you take her... you son of a bitch..."

Amelia gives a snarl as she gets up, trying to slash at Malavis again. "I'll kill you, before you kill him!"

Malavis cackles a bit flattered, and then summons demonic magic from his other hand and targets her stomach loosely, just enough for her to feel it. He still keeps his other hand fixed on Skippio's throat.

Amelia stops mid swing, as a light whine escapes her. It's apparent she is straining between a lunge and staying still.

Malavis: "Oh yes... I know what you carry... and it makes this so much sweeter in all honesty." He grins wickedly.

Skippio: "Amelia... don't... stop... I'm not worth it..." He gasps for air.

Malavis tightens his grip on Skippio, silencing him and hoping to cause Amelia to worry. He then smirks slyly at Amelia.

Amelia's face switches from submissive to snarling. "Our pups Skip... I can feel him 'touching' them..." Her muscles continue clenching and spasming. She wants to kill this 'Human' in front of her desperately, especially when he is threatening her mate and pups, however, she finds herself powerless to do so.

Malavis: "Come with me now, and he lives... And you have your fair shot at me... Refuse, and I'll take it all away from you..."

Skippio continues to struggle, trying to motion to Amelia to let Malavis kill him instead, giving her the time to retreat.

Amelia slowly turns her head to Skippio, helplessly watching him choke.

Malavis: "See how he turns blue?..." He mentally toys with Amelia.

Amelia takes a deep breath of his scent before giving him a saddened smirk. "I love you..." She turns back to Malavis, taking another deep breath and preparing herself. "Fine... only if you let him go, now!"

Skippio's eyes widen in fear.

Malavis grins a bit satisfied. He releases his hold on Skippio, throwing him slightly into another pole to slow him down. He then summons a demonic portal for himself and Amelia. "I'm glad you came to reason..." He cackles maniacally.

Skippio is thrown against the pole, but the instant he regains himself, he vanishes.

Amelia doesn't see Skippio vanish and steps through the portal, her head bowed and ears flat against her head.

Skippio suddenly leaps out of the darkness, striking at Malavis' leg to try and stun him long enough to save Amelia.

Malavis grunts as his flaming barrier fails him, as his focus was on the portal. "Argh!"

Skippio: "YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS, YOU BASTARD!" He attempts for another brutal strike at Malavis, this time going for the kill.

Malavis grins wickedly and cackles, disappearing into the portal that closes behind him.

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Skippio collapses to his knees in shock, beginning to break down into tears. "No... no... I failed... I failed again... Dammit Amelia... you should have let him kill me... You could've gotten away..." He cries out. "Why... why was I so slow... why?... I could have saved her, I could have taken her place... I could have pushed her out of the way!" He sighs heavily worked up.

Suddenly, a sharp glint catches Skippio's eye. He stands up to check the barrels where Amelia had landed, hoping there was some sort of clue as to where they went.

He kneels down and looks through the barrels, only to find her wedding ring. He then picks it up with shaking claws, and tears form in his eyes again. "By the light..." He holds the band close to him, hugging the ring to his chest. It was the only memoir he had of his one and only love.

Skippio then slowly stood up, looking around the area. Amelia's bow was still laying across the way, warped and damaged. Another token of what he'd just lost.

Skippio's heart ached with the pain of a thousand burns. He feared this may be the last time he would ever see Amelia again. He sighed and shook his head in great frustration, then started shouting. "ALRIGHT YOU BASTARD, I'M COMING FOR YOU! A when I find you, the torture that you will be put through will seem like NOTHING compared to what I'LL HAVE DONE TO YOU!"