Dark Mist Lands

Queen Pandora: "For your first quest, you are required to venture out into the Miracle Meadows. I need you to snag me a fairy, and return them to me. I will equip you with dark energy that you will use to capture this fairy, but you must perform this task in the evening. Fairies are busy away at work during daylight, and I wouldn't want my sister raising any suspicions. If you can perform this task, then I shall reward you... but if you don't, then clearly I will have no use for you."

Despite Kalimdor's desires to wet his blade with Splendora's blood he knew Iris was right. Gaining the attention of Pandora's sister now would not be prudent and would anger Pandora greatly. For that he was glad to have someone like Iris to mind his dealings with the pathetic races of Euphoria. She kept him, temptered though he'd be hard pressed to admit the fact to her. Once back in the home of his Queen he turned to Iris as the two began to walk toward the castle.

"I will tell our Queen of your... asisstance with the fairies Iris. Perhaps soon however we will need not lurk in the shadows and be permitted to set this world to the flame."

Kalimdor said, his voice near a growl as he spoke with wanting anticipation at the war to come.

Iris stepped alongside Kalimdor through the obsidian corridors of the fortress; his massive shadow casting over her, increasing the wickedness in the ambiance of her presence.

"Patience, Kalimdor..." she said, tucking her hands behind her. "This realm shall unravel beneath us soon enough."

Just as she spoke, a wind unfurled and snaked through the dark passageway. Two large metal doors swung open, and Pandora burst through.

"Ah..." she said wickedly. "You have arrived. I am assuming you got the task completed?" Pandora held a goblet encrusted with crimson jewels, to which she took sips of an unknown liquid from.

"Kalimdor got most of the job done," Iris said tentatively. "And I kept the uproar to a... minimal apocalyptic scene."

Pandora swept her long body over to them, wrapping a deep red glow around them. The red energy surged between Kalimdor and Iris, infusing them with more dark force. "I have restored whatever power was lost," she said, smiling a menacing grin. "Now, the fairies, Kalimdor?"

"Are yours my Queen."

Kalimdor said as he removed the gem from his gauntlet and handed it to Pandora with the utmost respect and due honor. The gem swirled with the glimmering light of the faires trapped within its dark ichor. The three figures could all cleary hear the faint screams of the fairies trapped within.

"The time of your ascension nears mistress. Soon this world shall be yours and your faithful shall stand by your side as you take your rightful place on the throne of Euphoria."

Kalimdor yearned for this world to burn and to do so in Pandora's honor. With him and Iris at her side there was little that could hope to stand against Pandora's might. He even went so far as to wonder why she took such care in concealing her activities from her sister. For what could she possibly do to stop her?

Pandora snaked her way around the both of them.

"Hmm...yes," she paused, and looked at Kalimdor. "I have summoned another general to assist you. My army is coming together quite beautifully."

"And who may this one be...?" Iris asked, arching an eyebrow.

Pandora smirked. "Follow me, and you'll find out."

Lord Krayt road his Nightmare-Steed through the courtyard of Queen Pandora's fortress. The guards backed away slowly, knowing that he had been summoned, but they were intensely intimidated by the dark aura that surrounded him. Riding forward he approached Queen Pandora, "These are the two that I am supposed to help lead your armies?" Hearing him talk was very strange, his skeletal jaws did not move, the voice that came from him seemed to echo from a dark place.

The heavy booted feet of the hulk that was Kalimdor Menethil soudned out in the courtyard as he walked behind Iris whose whispy, lithe frame nearly drifted over the steps. Ahead of the two of them was his Queen and master, Pandora, to whom he served above all others. His gleaming red eyes instantly found the skeletal rider on the horse of haunting flames. The draugr whose lidless eyes stared out at the souls before him. The guards backed at his approach much as they did with Kalimdor but with much more a superstitious type of fear. Kalimdor inspired fear in others, he was physically imposing. Those around him feared the pains they would suffer at his hands. This death knight inspired a different type of fear all together. The fear of the unknown. The fear of death itself. During Kalimdor's travels through hell to hone his demonic powers he'd seen a great many terrible things and the pure, debilitating power of fear of what lurks beneath the grave is a power unlike no other that Kalimdor respected. His own power was different yet akin to it, like two sides of the same coin. He was the searing heat of chaos while this death knight was the icy grip of death. A fine pair of generals. Then there was Iris, the haunting essence of darkness itself. The three would surely bring this world to it's knees. Kalimdor stepped down to the courtyard to match his burning gaze with the hollow lifeless stare of the death knight before a dark smile formed on his face.

"I yearn to see this one in battle my Queen, our enemies will tear themselves apart with fear at the sight of him. What say you Iris?"

The massive demonic Overlord asked, his booming voice echoing out in the courtyard. Standing half a foot taller than the large death knight Kalimdor's mind began flashing with images of the blood that would spill in the wake of the trio.