The Unbreakable Litany

“From iron cometh strength

From strength cometh will

From will cometh faith

From faith cometh honor

From honor cometh iron

This is the Unbreakable Litany. May it forever be so”

 

Iron Within!  Iron Without!

WoW Fan Fiction – The Frostscourge.

Thanks to Fulguralis for getting my juices flowing on this.

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A man stands atop a tower, the winds of Northrend whipping his mage robes around him. The wintery winds of Northrend blowing cold is no match for the cold in the man’s heart. He stares out in the wastes and wonders how he ended up here with only his hate, and anger to sustain him, and he dreams of days gone by when times were simpler….

“Rivs you cheated” a young teenage girl is scolding a boy on the cusp of manhood. Her finger wagging at him. “No Gianna, I just saw the game unfold and made my moves accordingly.” She started to pout, ” Well I don’t think I’m going to play Knights, and Orcs with you anytime soon…cheater.”  He laughed, ” I’ll show you cheating..” He grabs her and picks her up, “Put me down!!!” As she is laughing, and screaming.  “You sir are no gentleman.”  Rivs just smiles at her and mockingly says, “No I am not, mi’lady”  The girl pouting again, “Why do you have to go off to that stupid mage school anyway.”  “We talked about this Gianna”, Rivs replied. “I have been tested by the School of Stormwind, and they think my talents are best suited as a mage, and the Dalaran Board of Mages accepted me. It is my duty to go.”  “Duty, Hmph. I love you Riverian, and I will not stop loving you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”  The girl looking up with her brown doe-like eyes that looked like the abyss itself, willing to suck you down to their depths. The boy smiles at her,”Once I am a master mage….we will have all the time in the world.”

Year Later…..   

“FROSTSCOURGE!”  A soldier is running towards the Mage’s tent, and the mage known as Frostscourge emerges. “Calm yourself Detrick, and tell me what is going on?”  Detrick the soldier was worn beyond his years, but the War of the Lich King has done that to everyone involved. They have seen to much of what is not meant to be seen. “The Scourge, and Vrykul my lord attacked a caravan my lord, carrying medical supplies and rations” said Detrick. Frostscourge looked at the soldier, pain in his eyes, “How those supplies were shrouded with secrecy and needed to get to the front lines. How could the enemy found out about them, and strike behind our lines to even get to them. Tell me where is the site of the attack, I smell something more foul than an Orcs behind. If the Horde had something to do with it, I swear I will give them something to fear.”   Frostscourge utters words of the Arcane, and summons his Proto-drake mount, Ice Talon, “Ice Talon into the air, we have work to be done!” The mighty green proto-drake lift off with its mighty wings, and creature of tooth, and claw who was born, and trained by Frostscourge himself.  From the air the mage sees the site of the carnage, and some fellow Alliance troops milling about. Ice Talon touches down near the site, and Frostscourge walks up to the ranking officer, “I wish I could tell you Good Day Captain, but as you can see it is not, What do we have?”  The Captain with reddened eyes that have seen too much carnage that day reports, ” 112 dead, 3 survivors who will be dead shortly. The supplies are gone or destroyed.”  Frostscourge pats the soldiers shoulder, “Good job here my friend, we will see this to the end I swear, but for now we must all be strong for those we love and protect.” The captain just gives a nod, and picks himself up. “Now Captain, take me to the survivors we must know what happened.”

Frostscourge walks into the makeshift hospital tent, and his mouth drops as he see’s a women, blood seeping from her wounds that he has not seen in several years. He runs to her side, “Gianna what are you doing here?”  Gianna with unseeing eyes and lifts her hand, “Riverian is that you,  I finally found you. I volunteered for this duty once I found out they were going to Northrend in the hopes I would see you again” She gasps in pain, ” The letters you wrote were not enough, I wanted to see you once more.”  Frostscourge crying next to her, ” Tell me who did this my love?”  Gianna with tears running down her own cheek, ” It happened so fast, the Dead were all around attacking, and giant creatures that were said to be Vrykul, they walked like men but were tall and monstrous. I remember…..” She tries to breath through the pain,” I remember an Orc on a flaming horse, directing the battle, and he had a tiny green creature with him, an Imp I think it was.”  Frostscourge ponders, “An Orc……Warlock…..Scum!”  He grabs her hand, and presses it to his face as she breathes her last. After many moments, he takes her hand puts it down. He looks around the survivors all dead, the men tending them awaiting his orders. Frostscourge with eyes as dead as the people in the tent, “Leave now.” He orders the men.  He looks down at the woman he loved, and with her death there is nothing left in his heart but pain, and sorrow.  He leaves the tents, and with a wave of his hand sets it ablaze. He watches it until the fire burns itself out, and turns from it only with murderous rage.  He hops onto Ice Talon, “Clean this mess up Captain and head back to base, I am going hunting.”

Three days later…

An Orc in Black Robes is sitting near a fire, peering into the depths of the flame. A demonic Felhunter at rest near him, all of a sudden rises growling with the wave of his hand he settles the cur. A mage with robes of deepest blue, and a Water Elemental by his side comes into the circle of light. THe Orc Speaks, “I know you, you are the one they call Frostscourge, for there are none better at wielding the powers of cold then you.”  The Mage replies, “You murderous cur, and traitor to the living I shall cut off your head and place it on the highest tower in Stormwind as an example of what happens to traitors.”  The Orc chuckles, “Traitor? Warlocks serve no master, we only serve our own purpose, and now my purpose is to kill you.”  Now it’s the Mages turn to laugh, “Many have tried, none have succeeded” with that a lance of frost blasts from the mage’s hand. The lance hit’s the Warlock squarely in the chest. Orc gives a bestial roar as the ice lance gets absorbed by his demonic armor, and his Felhunter charges into the fray. The Water Elemental freeze the demon hound into place. Frostscourge unleashed bolts made of searing cold, freezing the warlock into place, and with a mere thought instantly throws a bolt of fire and frost. The energies keeping the hound in the realm are dissipated as the Warlock nears death, and collapses.  Frostscourge walks up to the fallen caster, “Who sent you, are you an errand boy for the Lick King?”  The Orc says, “The Twilight Hammer will crush you and your brethren.”   Frostscourge smiles a cold smile, “I think not” and sends the Orc to his grave with a mere whim.  Frostscourge mounts his beast, and looks to the sky, “We have much work to do Ice Talon.

Present Day….

The tower is called the Tower of Frost, it’s master is known to most as Frostscourge.  Looking out over the Tower, at the horizon a dranei female mage comes up behind the human male, and speaks to him, “Come in master the you will certain to catch your death”

Frostscourge still looking at the horizon, “There is a reckoning at hand, and they say revenge is best served cold, there is nobody who can serve it colder than me.”   A shiver went down the dranei’s girls back, for she knew he master like none other, and knew his heart was as cold as the grave.

 

Litany of Iron

Iron, It lies in Mountains, and in the Heart of the Earth.

It is the lifeblood of our planet, and it lies within us.

Iron is our lifeblood, flowing through our veins.

We our of the Earth, Children of Iron.

Iron Within, Iron Without!

Litany of Chaos

There is no Peace, Only Chaos.

Change is the only constant in this universe.

Pleasure is far more rewarding then abstinence.  

All things decay, mountains turn to sand, and bones turn into dust.

Death will one day come to us all, but I choose to face my death laughing to my Dark Gods.

Impurity is my armor.

Hate is my weapon.

Immortality is my reward.

Liturgy of Hate

Gather Brothers of Chaos, and Followers of Dark Gods, and Let me Tell you of Hate!.

Blessed is Thy Hate, for through Hate all things are possible.

Hate  over what you have become, thus the will to change.

Hate over your enemies, thus the will to triumph.

Hate over your obstacles, thus the will to demolish them.

Hate over your weaknesses, thus allowing you to overcome them.

Hate leads to Anger, Anger Leads to Action, Action Leads to Victory.

Let Hate Consume you, for it is through Hate we shall free ourselves.

All Hail Mighty Nurgle, Lord of Decay

Grandfather Nurgle, he who blesses me. Hear my plea let the rot take them all. I bring the doom of all things. Spread your blessing children of Nurgle. Come Dance with the Maggotkin.

Decay is in all places.

There is No Peace, Only Chaos

“There is No Peace, Only Chaos. Impurity shall be my armor, Hatred Shall be my Weapon, Immortality Shall be My Reward” ~ Lord Rivernos of the Black Legion

Death to the False Emperor, he has lied to us a great many times, set himself above all others. My hatred for him seethes as I look down on the planet and see the Imperium scum scurry at our arrival. They will not know what hit them, as me and my legion of Word Bearers shall show the the light of the truth. The truth that there are true gods out there.  Gods that offer true power, and reward for those that server them.

My hate burns bright for those of the Imperium, and their ways. I shall meet them on their home ground, and offer them no mercy, or quarter. There will be no spreading of the word here, only death and carnage. We offered them a chance, they slapped our hand away. Now I shall show them what it means to spurn us. I shall show them the error of their ways. I shall crush their bones, and rip out their hearts.

Unto the Breach

I sit in my tent, awaiting for the dawn to break, and wonder how is we came to this, a life of unending war. I grow weary, but I know our cause is just.

It’s funny the race of men think of us as evil. We are trying to liberate them, free them from tyranny.  They misunderstand us, then again I think that’s what all monsters say.

Enough with the melancholy thoughts, I have a war to wage, I step out of my tent, and look at my soldiers. My legion is set up on Wall Section 23 – 38. Our job to breach it, and kill any of the enemy host we can, but we have been battering the walls for millenium.

“Good morning lord” Capt Aurellius says as he beats his heart against his chest in salute. “Good?” I quip, “Not until my sword drinks some blood, then and only then will it be a good morning.”  Aurellius smiles a fang filled grin, ” Yes my lord, we shall try.”   I stare at him, “No you will do”

I look over the catapult batteries, and make sure the sorcerors, and witches place the proper spells, and curses on our catapult shot. I head over to one of the catapult teams, and stare at the walls. The Walls, and Gates of Heaven, we the Fallen Host and Legions have been battering them for time immortal. Since the rebellion, we shall crush the Forces of the One.  I once met my Lord Lucifer, and asked, “Why did we rebel my lord?”  He replied, ” We must do what is right, because it is right. The One wanted to keep mortal man in ignorance, they deserve more, they deserve to have knowledge, they deserved to be risen up from the mud. The One said I did have faith, that I knew better then him and thus prideful. I love my Father, but I must show him the truth, I must get inside those walls and tell him to his face. I beg you to get me my chance.”

“Today’s the day, my lord” a soldier breaks my reverie. I smile, “Today is the day we crack this nut, and eat the meat inside.”

I turn and draw my sword with it’s unholy ruins, it is called “Power” in the ancient tongue, and it’s companion is my short sword called, “Knowledge”…I scream to my soldiers. “Show them what it means to be ignorant, show them what it means to be hated, show them the Wrath of the Fallen….Unleash Hell!”

With that the catapults let loose, and soldiers bark their orders, and I just look at the walls hoping today is the day I break the Wall.

Corruption

As I sit in my meditation chamber, communing with my master. I hear the whispers of the foul ones. I must obey…

The pain is killing me, I can’t bare to stand it any longer. I beg for a cease, or respite, there is none. I beg for release, yet hear I am. My flesh it burns with infection, so much so I can not get out of bed. In the darkness of night I hear a voice, “Release your soul to me, I will make it all better, but you must pay my pricessss..” I scream in the night, “Whatever your price, be you demon, or devil I will pay it willingly just make it so I feel no more pain!”

The next morning I awaken reflesh where the infection was a bit of discoloration, and redness, but the pain is all gone. I dress and go about my business.

6 months later…

A lesion shows up on my leg, and it is oozing some sort of pus mixed with blood, it’s odd because there isn’t any pain associated with it. As the days progress more lesions appear.  I go to the doctor, they wrap them up, but they are baffled and can do nothing for me. I sequester myself away from everyone.

Days pass and I find my condition getting worse, yet I feel no effects from it. No pain, no fever, if anything I feel stronger. At night I have horrible dreams of decay, plague, and death. I also hear voices, calling to me, I think I finally have lost my sanity.

Then one night I hear the voice I heard that awful night, “It’sss time to pay my price, you are my servant for evermore. The Servant of Corruption, and Defilement. You will go out and sew the seeds of my forthcoming, and corrupt men’s flesh, and soulssss.”

I am huddled on the floor by the awesome power of this entity, “What do you want me to do oh master, you have made my flesh hideous.”

My Master replies, “My marks of favor are easily hidden by clothingsss”

I whimper, “So you want me to go out, and spread disease and plague where ever I go…but how?”

The Master laughs, “You are already are a vessel of my favors, you carry death with you always, but in their suffering they will come to me, and I will show them love.”

I plead, “By what name shall I call you?”

The Master says, “I go by many names….but you may call me Nurgle“

Chapter 1 – No Place Like Home

The Tribe built a village not to far from the border of the Empire, thinking the men of the Empire would not dare come to there village, and tread the wasteland’s of Chaos. For a long time they were right, but the day when the Empire would turn a blind eye would soon come to an end. A buxom woman in a simple long dress, cooking a stew of simple deer, and vegetables mixing her cooking pot, greasy meat popping, and a heavenly aroma floating through the air, the woman screams out, “Rivok!…Rivok!” A child of about 9 summers come from the basement carrying some wood for the cooking fire, and replies “Yes, Mom?” “Go tell your father to come in from the stables, it is time for dinner!”, The woman replies as she sets the table with simple bowls, and wooden spoons. The child goes out of the door, and heads to the stables, and starts shouting. “Paw!….Paw!” He enters the stables, and says, “Father, Mother says it’s time for Dinner” A burly man with a beard down to his belt, with muscles so big, that for him hefting a weapon for war would be a simple task indeed, but now he was petting his favorite War Horse, Hatebringer, for the man was Guther the best warrior in the village, but now he was doting over the horse for it was nervous. The man speaks to the boy, “Rivok come here, notice how the horse is looking around, he senses something in the air we do not know, always be aware of the animals around you for the know something of the Master’s plans of change, for they are able to sense change better then us at time., always look for subtle signs from our god, for Tzentech sometimes only gives us the subtlest signs, and failure to notice is our death, Understand?” The boy sighs, “Yes Father, you have told me many times.” The boy continues, “What could it mean father?” “ I don’t know yet, boy. What I do know that it can not mean anything good”, replies Guther. “For now lets head back to mother, before she puts us in that stew next.” As Father, and boy leave the stables, a man rides up with his side bleeding. Guther run towards him, and the man slides from the saddle, Guther catches him, and blood starts pouring from his side “What has happened, Relos.” Relos in a raspy tired voice, “Attacked Guther, Empire men, one who is leading them is called Witch Finder Petras is looking for something, he is killing, and burning people for heresy. I nearly escaped with my life, but I fear he is not to far behind me.” Relos swallowed hard, “ I fear it is time my friend, please make sure to kill a few for me.” Guther anger swelling says, “ Have no fear my friend, many will die with your name on my breath!” With that Relos closes his eyes, and whispers, “Thank you” with that his spirit fled to Tzentech and the next world.

Guther got up, and looked at the horizon, and saw the dust of horses heading to his farm, he shouted, “Rivok we must hurry, and run to the house. We will have unwanted visitors all too soon.!” They ran to the house, and bursted in on mother, she starts screaming, “What is wrong?” Guther, replies as he grabs his two long swords, and starts snapping armor on, “Reesa, hide in here with Rivok, if I fall use the hidden tunnel to go to the forest.” Reesa, kisses her husband, and says, “ May the Raven God bless you” He looks at her for possibly the last time, smiles he then puts his helm on, and heads out the door, and upon leaving says, “ I shall spill their blood in his name.” A group of 10 men ride up to the farm, most of them general soldiers of the Empire. Wearing basic armor, and helms some carrying swords, other giant hammers. One of them was different, he wore a long trench coat, his hair blond, and his eyes so blue you would swear they saw into your soul. He carried a simple rapier, and had a gun stuck in his front belt. The men pulled up and dismounted from their horses in front of the the house, as they did Guther stepped out of the house. Guther says to them in a harsh voice, “ Witch Finder Petras I presume?” The man in the trench coat, replies, “I am at your service”, and he bowed low, and then says, “ I am at a disservice, you know who I am, but I know not who you are.” Guther yells at Petras, “ I am Guther, master of these lands, and you are trespassing.” He then pulls his two long swords from their scabbards, the rasping of the metal sounding like the hiss of a viper ready to strike. Petras looks at the man, “ I sense a great power of Heresy, more then the usual taint of Heresy, the power seems to be coming from this house, I came to destroy it,” Guther snarling, “ You are more then welcome to try” Petras looks at the other soldiers, “ How droll, gentleman please handle this issue. “ 5 men surround Guther, and one of them with a sword attacked Guther with a sloppy sword thrust, Guther easily deflected it easily, seeing that Guther was very skilled all 5 men rushed towards Guther swords waving thinking to over power him. Guther used is swords independently from each as if each arm had a brain of it’s own. Thrusting, and parrying, then deflecting blows, each time eyeballing all 5 of the Empire soldiers waiting like a patient viper for them to make an error. They weren’t dyeing fast enough so Guther told them, “Your whore mothers should be proud, 5 men versus one Northman. You are all exceptionally skilled.” At that the Empire warriors got a little angry and pressed their attack. Ah one made a mistake, left his throat open. Guther took full advantage, Blood spewing from the soldiers neck like a waterfall, at that the other 4 tried harder, and became sloppy in their anger, while conserving his strength one by one Guther finished off the other soldiers, until all were dead, and Guther covered in blood, and gore not his own stood defiantly. Witch Hunter Petras applauding, said to Guther, “Very good, you are well trained. You other 5 start burning the building, and begin looking for what we came here for, I will handle this one myself” Petras drew his Rapier. He continued, “I sense the power on you, but there is another with such potential. I had a vision of this boy, he must be stopped for if he is not he will kill a lot of my people. So the Witch Hunter General bade me to find this boy and kill him.” Guther looked at the Witch Hunter, and with an icy stare from his blue eyes to Petras, “You have visions, then I give you this one. The boy will find you, and peel your hide from your bones, and make a banner to the mighty Tzentech out of it.” Petras chuckled, “Perhaps your right, but you will not see that day.” Petras attacked with his Rapier attacking, and feinting like a whirlwind, Guther even with two swords was hard pressed to keep up. They traded blows for a long time, neither gaining the upper hand. Guther started to tire, and started to wonder if the man was human. Petras skilled in the ways of war, and the mind knew how to get under a man’s skin to force him to do things he might not want to do. Petras uttered some words between the bangs of their blades. “Perhaps I will have my men have their way with your wife for some sport.” With that Guther’s anger boiled over, and screamed, “NEVER!” In his rage he pressed his attacks moving his swords has fast as he could. Petras was on his toes, just trying to defend himself, being forced back. Petras luck ran out, and fell on his back. Seeing his chance Guther charged raising his blades for the death strike, then BANG. Guther gets knocked back, a hole in his stomach spilling his blood all over the ground. Petra gets up, “ You are hereby sentenced to death for Heresy, and Crimes against the Empire,” Petras raised his rapier to end Guthers life, Guther screamed to the Gods, and all who would listen, “AVENGE ME!!!!” Then Guther was no more, and Petras turned to the house, and knew the boy staring at him was his target.

Petras smiled a cold calculating smile, and walked slowly towards the house. Rivok watched this Empire dog kill his beloved Father from a window in the house, he heard his father begging to be avenged, he saw the man who killed his father come towards the house. Rivok’s mother came near Rivok, “It is time for you to go son, take the tunnel in the basement to the Woods to the North, and keep running north. I packed you a satchel with some food, some coin, some clothes, and some maps. Just keep running as long as you can. Here is one of Father’s short swords which will deal enemies quickly. I love you son, now it is time to go. Avenge us my son.” Rivok got grabbed the bag, and headed downstairs, moved the crate which hid the tunnels, but lingered at the entrance a bit. The door bursted in. A man steps ine, “My name is Witch Hunter Petras, if you give me the boy freely, I will take mercy on you and kill you swiftly, if not my men will torture you and kill you with much pain.” Rivok overheard the name, Petras, and growled. He will make that one pay surely. Rivok’s mother drew a small dagger and lunged at Petras. Petras got a cut on his face, and back handed the women. He wiped the blood from his face, and snarled, “You two tear this place apart, the other 3 have your sport with this women, and then chop her limbs off, we shall then leave her in the field for the crows!” Rivok crawled down the little tunnel, after moving the crates that hid the entrance back somewhat. His only thoughts were of the screams of his mother and father as he shimmied down the tunnel. The soldiers tore the house apart. One soldier returned to Witch Hunter Petras, “My lord we found nothng” Petras grabbed the man by the throat, and tossed him against the wall, “ Check again.” After awhile the soldiers finally found the secret tunnel. Petras looked at the tunnel, and thought to himself the risk of taking a handful of men into unknown Northern Territory with legions of godless monster roaming the land. Petras had to admit he failed, but in the heart of hearts he knew he would meet the child again.

Rivok crawled for what seemed like miles then finally came up a rickety ladder, and climbed. When he climbed up there was a small iron grate, easily removed, he then came up through the hole, and looked around. He was in a forest clearing, the trees black and seeping corruption. The crows looking at him with hunger in their eyes, and predators stalking unseen from the bushes with unseen eyes; He knew he was in the Forest of A Thousand Laments. Then he got on one knee, and prayed, “My Lord Tzentech, I pledge my service to you, I shall bring the Winds of Change wherever I go, I ask, nay I beseech you for one thing for the chance to make the man that calls himself Petras much pain and sorrow, and to bathe my blade in his blood.” He got up, and knew that of all the gods of the north, there was one who could probably help him the most, and that was Tzentech the God of change, for things have certainly changed.