Netherbane

Demon Hunters in the World of Warcraft

Revenant Bound - Prologue: Keeping Promises

In that area, the halls of the Soul Cleaver were as silent and still as the grave. Appropriate, since these particular ones were a grave in truth, still home to a few drying carcasses of the Atrium's former denizens: the ones that had been too weak or too injured in the crash to escape their damaged cells.

Vasedra had known their names. From her Belmun self, she had crafted together a habitat for them, for all of the collection, and ... adored them in her own way. Sentient, intelligent pets. Children, half-loved  at best.

The void knight could still remember the feel of the mucus that had drenched her human hands when the vozaksian had first hatched. Disgusting. Fascinating. The corpse in the cell at her back had been the last of her kind, and Sedra's Belmun self had been the last creature in all of existence to experience one's hatching.

A memory, now. Rot and entropy. Decay, like the King in the mad shrine to Raeisley's slug.

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Invader

The workshop smelled of spilled chemicals and ozone wards, of dried blood and rotting tissue. It was broken and stained and crooked, with three sets of shelves bent at the middle and two more ripped in half, the bright, blue-white metal supports sheared near shoulder height and the tops tumbled down amongst the refuse of their former contents. The workbench, solid and unflappable, was strewn with bits of broken glass, odd crystals, tools ripped from their wall slots, and the offal left from the ruins of Belmun’s once-extensive collection of preserved organic… samples.

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Daughters

Shazadi walked through the quiet halls of what remained of the Umbral Eclipse. This was all that was left, now, after all the rest had fallen away. This was it, the "spire": the original shape of the vessel. It was ancient beyond measure, one of the first of these ships as used by the Burning Legion, one of the prototypes created for those whose task it was to be at the forefront of the Burning Crusade. Or to remain as rearguard against whatever lurked beyond the Outer Gates.

The vessel lurched, and Shazadi braced herself against one of the walls. There was a battle raging above as the Netherbane attempted to put a final end to Sraath and his mad reach for godhood. 

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Shadows and Nightmares

This encounter takes place aboard the Legion vessel, the Mindslayer, not long after the Sovereign of the Eastern Gate beamed the survivors of the battle against Sraath back to safety.

Vasedra slipped away from the group as soon as she could, as soon as she was convinced enough that everyone was safe and that Ary was protected. Though she didn't know the Mindslayer well, she had been on her former Master's vessel enough times to know her way, to know that it wasn't far from the command deck to the now-empty officer's quarters. Down the leeward hall and off to the left side.

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Apotheosis

The final battle against Sraath commences. The Netherbane transports over to the final ship of the Umbral Eclipse, the original ship. While Sraath gathers his strength, they fight against Ary who's been connected into the Eclipses security systems. They weaken her and knock her out of the way just as Sraath stands with full power. Zhuriel flings Fethas at Sraath and she stabs him in the throat with the crystal. Ary regains herself in time to assist with completing the ritual, but Fethas collapses. The gather the body Sraath had taken, Seruun's, and Fethas and they teleport back over to the Mindslayer. Somewhere else, Tharion and Eraelan wait for the others to pick them up.

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Others

Something pulled him back together. The blast had sliced its way through his molecules, separating them and disintegrating his form. It has also scrambled his soul, severing the connection to the body and cutting it loose into the Twisting Nether.

It had been, undoubtedly, a powerful weapon. The House of Gis should be commended.

But something did not want any of it to have happened, and so he was not allowed his psuedo-death. Not yet, at least. Not here, in this place in between.

He--coalesced was the best way to describe it. He coalesced out of the residual energies from the blast and reformed. His bones came together first, followed quickly by muscles and skin. But something was missing. Some physical parts of him had actually been vaporized by the blast, and there was nothing left to coalesce from.

That's when it reached outward from the gate, and put him back together itself. It used part of its own essence to complete him. Dark energy fused with material from this realm and shaped it into shadow-flesh. It was wonderfully similar to the soulshaping Sraath had been used to, but somehow more.

He felt cold, however, very cold. The heat of the fel was gone complete, leaving an emptiness that tried to draw in everything else around it.

His skin shifted on his body and writhed against this new cold. It split, growing teeth and trying to consume whatever it could; trying to consume the fabric of reality. It was a hunger now; an absolute, faceless hunger.

There were still souls here. He could still feel them, drifting away on the remains of his once-great fortress. He could still reach out, however, still touch their life energies.

He could still feed…

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Descension

There was no roar of flames, no superheated blast that raced through the open corridors of the ship. There was no massive lurch as countless tons of force were suddenly unleashed upon a small internal chamber of the Umbral Eclipse.

There was a flash of light, and then silence. It was an unnatural silence; the silence of unexpected deafness, of a heart suddenly stopping. It was the silence of two lovers parting ways after countless years, but without having the chance to say goodbye.

The Umbral Eclipse shuddered, a thick and slow vibration that stole balance and bruised bodies. It happened once, lasted for a few seconds, and then ceased. Any sound that could have come from the vibration was choked out by the oppressive silence.

This all happened in an instant; a singular moment of time sliced from the chronology of creation and frozen for what felt like an eternity. Then it was done.

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Poeryth: Souless

It was the second “blip” that did it. The first time was terrifying. Poe was not sure what would happen, whether she would die. (Unthinkable.) That countdown was a secret form of torture, in her friend’s voice.

But after a moment of well, discomfort, it was fine. Everything was still in shape. She felt slightly odd, like she was two places at once, stretched but still whole.

The second time something ripped.

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Shatterbound: Endgame

“Taldarion, if you are about to do something stupid, we are going to have to throw you like we did that demon,” Fethas snarled.

“Stupid, Fethas? When have you ever worried about me being stupid? You know me better than that.”  Ushering her quickly through the closing door, Taldarion called ahead to his mate. “Remember, love. Find Greyseer. Stop the ritual.” He turned back and spoke to himself more softly. “I have a bomb to fix.”

Then the door closed between them, and he was alone with an unconscious demon lord.

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Showdown

The team reconvenes at the bomb finding Araatris alone to guard it. The others have left. They wait anxiously for Sraath to arrive. When he does, he tosses Thar's blindfold on the ground leaving everyone to wonder if their mentor, teacher, and friend is still alive. Sraath's sword takes Tris' single soul first, but as the fight wears on... more and more fall. Shatterbound. Felshroud. Zadera. Reinforcements arrive allowing Poeryth to divest the demon lord of his blade and giving her time to free the souls within. Ary's voice counts down to an apotheosis while Sraath falls, unconscious. As the doors start to lower, the run for the exit to get out of range and trigger the bomb. Taldarion hesitates, looking behind him and sends the others onward as he turns back.

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