My New WoW UI...

Yes yes I swore never to modify my UI again, but hey, I needed a little more space so here goes =P

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The Slumber 1.2

A nightmare, but a nightmare unlike any other. There was a laugh, a deep throaty one and it surrounded his dream self completely as if coming from every direction. His world shook and trembled as the sinister laugh continued, occasionally stopping for a breath and starting again. When it at last died down, he shouted at the darkness, “Come out whoever you are. Who are you that you dare to enter my dreams and mock me behind your veil of blackness?” shouted Medivh in his dream form to the enveloping darkness. The mysterious being let out a snort, and slowly, a huge dark figure emerged.

What he saw was beyond imagination. A beast of humongous proportions with skin made of tarnished bronze, armour black as night but transparent like that of obsidian, but this had a liquid character to it. Its mane which stretched from its upper chest right up to the top of its head was living fire, but it neither singe nor burn anything around it.

Gigantic horns jutted out of its forehead, ending in a curve reminiscent of horns from those of a hill ram, like the ones the Dwarves of Ironforge favoured as mounts. And in its right hand was an enormous polearm-like weapon, black and as liquid-looking as its owner, dripping red with what could only be one thing – blood. Blood like what he had coughed up just a few minutes ago. “Who are you? And what do you want with me? I fear nothing, and you are no different than the countless others who have tried to intimidate me. You do not scare me, foul beast,” shouted the boy. His fear-raked voice betrayed his intentions, baring the fear he had, to all.

“I know, oh ignorant one, oh I know. I knew you since before you were born, little one, before you were even conceived, even before your mother knew. You will know who I am before I am done with you, and you have no way to resist me, as you and I are one and the same.” Medivh’s spirit self just looked on, confused and upset by the being’s words. He and that vile creature were the same person? How could this be? Was this just all a bad dream or was this dream happening because this, this thing intended it so?

“Stop playing mind games with me beast, tell me who you are. The very least I should know of the one who intrudes my dreams is your name, so I can banish you from this world, like I would any other demon,” Medivh managed to spit out, despite his growing uncertainty of his condition, even in his dream world. He had heard of magicians, powerful ones, who were driven mad by evil spirits and who were later exiled for practising dark magic. These practitioners were called warlocks. Only stories and rumours, but nevertheless with enough truth in them to shatter every bit of faith Medivh had in his own abilities to stop this monster.

“You will know me in due time, magician, as will the whole world when I am ready. For now, rest in the peace that you will be untouched, so long as you seek no further of who I am, either from tomes from ancient past or from your superiors in the Kirin Tor. I have use for you,” the snorting demon said, in an uncomfortable kindness. How this dream being knew about the Kirin Tor, Medivh had no idea, and he had no intention of finding out. One warning was as many as he needed and he silently nodded his agreement.

“For now, you will only know me as this - Sargeras.”

A Work in Progress

This is a work in progress, as I am planning to pen a short personal novel on the history of Medivh, one of the main characters in Blizzard's World of Warcraft franchise. It is purely fictional, and all are my own work and hopefully in accordance to Blizzard's official lore.

Enjoy =)

The Slumber Ch 1

The searing pain he felt when his father touched his brow after Medivh’s nightmare was subsiding, and the lobster red mark had faded but the feeling, that sudden rush when it happened still overwhelmed him. He had become used to the pain, it having been present for the past few weeks, constantly pounding at his skull, like a weapon smith’s hammer against his anvil. He had felt strange... different.

He always knew he was much more talented in the arcane arts than his peers, but this was different. It was like a heavy burden had been lifted off of him after all these years, suddenly feeling light and energized, more powerful. The pounding pain Medivh had been subjected to the past fortnight or so had prevented him from concentrating on any spells, most of them abruptly ending in a flash of light from his uplifted palms.

The talented boy magician tried uttering the words of the spell he wanted to cast to create even just a simple ball of fire. The elemental forces were gathering on his palms, sparks formed as he continued with the spell, compressing themselves into a tight ball. Casting it was much easier than before, but that blasted headache of his was messing with it. With great effort, Medivh tried to hold on, ignoring the pain, when he suddenly fell weak at his knees and stumbled to the creaky wooden floor of his room. The half-completed fireball immediately vanished, literally in a puff of smoke and the boy wonder coughed into his outstretched hands. He felt a wetness, a warm wetness and he looked down into his palm. Blood.

Wiping his bloody palm on his grubby robe, he felt weaker than before, weaker than even the time he was with Lothar and Llane and they had fought off trolls at the Duskwood-Elwynn Forest borders. He did all he could at that time, exhausting himself with spells he wouldn’t dare cast in such quick succession. The lion of fire was the biggest feat Medivh had ever conjured, and it drained him completely, making him faint in the process.

Suddenly, the young magician jerked from his chair (he had picked himself up) as he remembered why he had even bothered to endanger himself trying to test his powers in his room…it was his birthday tomorrow! Medivh, even as a young teenager, was a good looking boy, manly in a way only the younger fairer sex can explain, but boyish in a way only mothers can. He had the height all boys aspire to, even though he was just entering his teenage years. In fact, he had attained his full height for some years already.

He crept into his night clothes, and stumbled off to his bed, where in a quick few minutes, he was sound asleep. And then it happened…

1337!!

The wonderful randomness of number machines.