Alistus

Introduction

Player: Nostra

Character Full Name: Alistus Thrawn

Character In-Game Name: Alistus

Nickname(s): Apothecary

Association(s): The Forsaken, The Royal Apothecary Society, The Harbingers, The Hand of Vengeance and the Cult of the Forgotten Shadow

Race: Undead human

Class: Frost mage - Necromacer

Age at death: 22

Current Age: 29

Sex: Male

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Yellow glowing

Weight:57 kg

Height: 5'4"

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Appearance

Often seen in dark robes much like his fellow apothecaries, on almost a constant basis there´s three books hanging in thin silver chains from his belt, two of them seems much like regular journals but the third, slightly larger tome, skitters with runes of a ominous purple and fel green glow.

He is surrounded by an almost sickeningly sweet odor, apparently emanating from several pouches of herbs and reagents hanging from his belt, beneath it however, one can smell a hint of slowly rotting flesh.

Personality

Cold, calculating and ruthless are words often used to describe the Apothecary, he is not often seen in the foray of things preferring to rule from the shadows and let others take the consequences of his decisions. His extreme loyalty to the Forsaken can be seen, if not always immediately, in most of his actions and his plans are likely designed to give either him or the Forsaken an advantage.

History

It has been years since I last wrote in a book like this, not since I joined the Cult, it was forbidden I remember. The information was too dangerous to put on paper, I did not want my life to end before it was made eternal, who would want that? Our new god had made many promises of this and the power we would gain from our servitude, it was with willing hearts we gave ourselves to him. It is ironic that the very trait that made it difficult to join the academies of Dalaran made me elligieable for the teachings of the True Art in the eyes of our god. When I was sent north and left my home and those close to me I shed the very shackles of mortality, I became stronger than ever before and my knowledge and understanding increased tenfold!

I served our god for a long time, took his teaching to my heart and made his goals to mine, never realizing the betrayal in his heart. Not until we reached the forests of the elves did I see this side of our god, the treacherous intentions he harboured. An arrow from nowhere took me, neither the Art nor my minions could protect me from this so very simple and crude weapon. I was safe, I thought, I would be given my life back, our god would reach down and fulfill his promises and vows. He did, I was made eternal, strength filled my limbs and my mind echoed from his voice. But I was not free, the body in which I inhabited was no longer mine and moved only at the will of our god. I had been betrayed.

But I broke free, I used my strengths against our god´s weaknesses and when the time came I teared his will away and conquered what was mine. But this time I was lost, again I was helpless and did the only thing I could to survive, I served. The Nathrezim are a race of great arcanists and manipulators, it was one of them to which I swore myself, once again a slave to an unworthy master. The Civil war took a toll on us all but also made us realize what we are. Forsaken. But we did not take the name as ours until the dread lords had been defeated by our lady, Ah yes, the Dark Lady who slaughtered the humans who would have us killed, outsmarted the Nathrezim and even took one as her slave. A worthy leader, someone who we could trust and have faith in.

I followed Sylvannas´ host to the Capital City, there I worked in a haze to aid the building of our city, Undercity, a base of operations from where we could carry out our vengeance. I used my skills and the Art together with my colleagues to free others from the Scourge, it was a fruitless endeavor and most either died in the process or could not cope with their new state and perished within mere days. It was then that I came to the conclusion, the plans of our god and the purpose of the Scourge and all of my kind. We are to cull the weak, it was obvious to me now, the Scourge could only hold those with weakness while the strong broke free and joined us. It was up to us to give our gift to those who had not yet been imparted with it, to find a way to engulf the world in the calming Shadow and embrace our damnation for what it truly is.

When I heard of the forming of the Society I was quick to seek them out to join, they hesitated at first due to my knowledge in the Arts but I was soon a member and my research could begin, all that which my father had taught me was of greater use than the Art at the time. The seething hatred many held to my kind made it hard to practice the Arts and sharpen my skills but it let me focus on the Society´s mission, I believe I owe my life to the Lady, if it had not been for her intervention and declaration that we were needed I believe all practicers of the Art here would have burned for imagined threats and fears.

It was then I that I came to my decision and left Undercity, I needed to find someone with a greater knowledge of the Arts. It took me months to find her, and weeks to convince her of my sincerity. She taught me much and I am still not sure if my final decision when I left her had been right, we did not part on the best of terms.

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When I wrote the first passage in this book I thought that it would become a regular habit of mine, but it is not until now when my mind is once again clogged by the mists of memory and disorganized thoughts that I take up the quill for other purposes than noting a spell or recipe.

The Scourge has made another strike and the Plague has ravaged the lands once again, it brought suffering but also something of a gift. Strong mortals was raised and now they have broken free from the Scourge, they formed what they call the Order of the Ebon Blade and use runic magic in ways that are similar to the Arts. They have raised my interest and more research is required on their state and abilities as well as loyalties. They can prove useful allies if they come to terms with our purpose.

With this plague being cured by Apothecary Putress (noone else seems to be recognized in aiding the work, as usual only one of the "saviours" gain the eye of the populace) we have risen in status within the Horde and our "allies" look at us more favourably. Finally our hour has come, the Forsaken is mobilizing and the Hand of Vengeance have been formed, we set sail for Northrend within a few days and I am excited to be part of this expedition. Our research will be put to it´s final test and as promised vengeance shall finally be ours.

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Something amazing happened only a few hours ago, we had our greatest success in our campaign on Northrend. Not only did we devastate the forces of the Scourge and possible harmed Arthas himself but we also managed to strike a ravaging attack on the Alliance and our so called allies within the Horde! The Blight is a success and now we reap the fruits of our long research.

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Putress the fool! He sent me to Venomspite to "facilitate" the development there. He wants me out of the way, why?! I have done nothing but praise the events and choices he made at Angrathar. Shadow be with me, what is he thinking!

I heard rumours that he is heading back to Undercity, what business can he have there?

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I managed to get a place on one of the returning ships in the Windrunner fleet, Putress be damned, I will not sit idle in some remote outpost. If I cannot aid in the war I will focus on my own research and training.

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War has been declared, finally. Now the entire Horde will fight against the Alliance, let the living squable as we kill them off! This grew from the seed of betrayal, Putress fell for the demons´ lure and tried to take power over Undercity together with Varimathras, the Dark Lady was quick deal with them both but the Alliance and the human king intervened, breaking their way into the city they tried to fool us with an attack only to teleport away in fear before we retaliated. Putress were partially right, someone needs to deal with the living before they turn on us. We are the Forsaken and we will slaughter all those who oppose us.