- 1 Morec, House of Rivendare
- 2 Vrem Dartskul
- 3 Sithia Frozenbone
- 4 Zol'jen
Morec, House of Rivendare
- "Who am I? I am the darkness. I am the chaos. I am the Lich King!"
- "Heh, I jest."
- — Morec introduces himself.
All that is know about Morec's past it that he is related by blood to Baron Rivendare. Any occupation he may have had and even his real name - Morec being a name he chose for himself after an unfortunate encounter with a certain Scourgelord - are unknown. All that is known for sure is that Morec is somewhat mentally unstable, it has been speculated by some that he may not even know the secrets of his past anymore.
Little is known about Morec's past. There has been much speculation, but all that is known for certain is that, before becoming one of the Ebon Blade, Morec was a warrior of the Forsaken, and that he is a relative of Baron Rivendare. He traveled to Northrend in a foolish attempt to strike at the Scourge, and it was there that he met and was slain by William Morec - the Scourgelord. He awoke in the Ebon Hold shortly thereafter, and was set to the task of crushing the Scarlet Crusaders in their own Enclave alongside the other death knights of Acherus.
At Light's Hope Chapel he, like all of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, was freed from the grip of the Scourge. He then proceeded to Northrend, seeking the same vengeance against the Lich King all of his brothers and sisters of the Ebon Blade - although he held more allegiance to the Forsaken then the death knight of Acherus did, but also seeking to crush the Scourgelord that had forced him to again serve the wills of the Scourge. He crafted himself a set of darkruned armor and stole a massive blade, Armageddon, from the Military Quarter of Naxxramas for his own use against the Scourge. He also encountered and teamed up with Sithia Frozenbone - who he quickly set to wooing - and Vrem Dartskul.
Despite his lust for vengeance, he spent most of his time in Dalaran, where he drank his time away - all the while complaining about how the "ale is so weak" that he couldn't taste anything, almost if he didn't realize that his taste buds stopped functioning around the time of his first resurrection. When he did go out to face the Scourge, though, he was relentless, merciless, and often got a tad bit carried away.
Sometime after the fall of the Lich King he assisted the Forsaken in their assault against Gilneas alongside Vrem. Upon returning, he and Vrem discovered that Sithia had been captured and executed by the Scarlet Crusade. The two assaulted the Scarlet Monastery, slaying many Crusaders and relcaiming Sithia's body, which had been damaged beyond any hope of reanimation.
Morec's lover was buried in the Brill graveyard, but the death knight seemed to be blind to the fact. In his mind, Sithia is still alive and living somewhere in the Western Plaguelands. The reason he dosn't see her; they're taking some time apart.
Like all death knights, Morec's eyes glow icy blue, and, like all Forsaken, he has a considerable ammount of rot. He uses a combonation of his own unholy magic and various alchemical potions to keep the deteriation of his body to a slow crawl. His hair is pitch black, and his skin has taken on a very pale color in death. He wears his darkruned armor and carried Armageddon with him everywhere and all the time, the discomfort that doing so would cause the living not bothering him at all. The rotting state of his body, enhanced by the darkness he can weild at will, make him a truely terrifying visage to behold
Morec is a death knight who uses the blood aspect of the Ebon Blade's powers to kill... well, whatever he feels like killing at the moment. He is equally as skilled in the use of unholy magics, he just chooses not to use it as often as he does his blood-based magic. He is skilled with his stolen blade in combat situations, and will even attempt to bite anyone that he faces in battle - although shortly afterwards, if he does succeed in sinking his teeth into their flesh, he will likely complain about the "nasty flavor."
Whenever they are asked about Morec, his fellow death knights, as well as a few others, have almost always claimed that "when the grip of the Lich King left him, so did his sanity." Morec supposedly lost his mind sometime after having to break free of the Scourge for a second time, but his will and intellect remains fully intact. Still, he has developed a habit of claiming to be various classes, as well as even heroes and villains of Azeroth and beyond - regardless of gender or race. Needless to say, it has confused more than a few adventures that have encountered him.
- "You dare to mock me? Feel the fury of the elements and excellent cuisine!" (claiming to be "Warchef" Thrall)
- "This tavern shall fall, and from the broken dishes shall arise a better general goods store that will sell products for outrageously low prices." (said after being refused service at the Legerdemain Lounge)
- "I know that you know that I know what they know that you know what I don't know that we know, which is what I know that you know that Sylvanas doesn't know that I know and you know not what just happened!" (rambling)
- "You just killed the nice psycho chick I was going to hook up with someday, maybe..."
- "Waa, waa worgen, can you feel pain? Yes sir, yes sir... I'm gonna feast upon your brains." (mocking a worgen before killing and eating her)
The portion of Morec's history that states he was a warrior before being turned to a death knight is based off of Morec of Rivendare's original Forsaken Warrior, Morec. The character was later discarded when Morec transferred from Gilneas to Rivendare, leaving the original Morec behind and creating a death knight of the same race and name on his new server. Much of his personality, however, is taken from the Marvel Superhero Deadpool.
A list of songs that I play while RPing as this character, seeing as it fits him to some regard:
- "Does the Banshee Queen sanction your actions? No? Then die!"
- — Vrem Dartskul
Vrem is a hunter and marksman of the Forsaken skilled in the use of bow and single-handed axe, although he is also equally capable of fighting with almost all manner of weapons as well. He is fiercely loyal to the Banshee Queen, and approves of nothing if she doesn't approve of it first. Some say he is obsessed with following her orders, but he says that he is merely following them to the letter.
Before his death, Vrem Dartskul was a simple farmhand on the Solliden Farmstead, but when the Scourge came he and several others fled. In order to insure his own survival he left those who traveled with him to die one by one at the hands of the Scourge, eventually leaving him as the only survivor. Unfortunately his idea turned out to be less than the brilliant plan he had thought it to be, and shortly after he left the last of his companions to die he was attacked and killed by a pack of blood-crazed wolves. They left little of him to later be resurrected by the Forsaken, but he made do by robbing several other corpses of their body parts.
He pledged his loyalty to Lady Sylvanas and began to train as hunter of the Forsaken. He managed to capture an undead eagle - which he named Rottalon - as his pet of choice and later constructed a small plague-dog which he named Marrow, training both to seek and devour flesh whenever they could. He then proceeded to slaughter both the Scourge and the living - with the exception of his 'allies' in the Horde. Although several orcs and trolls that have aided him against the Scourge have "fallen in battle," but the number of these disappearances has been decreasing over the years.
His actions while in the Tirisfal Glade put him at odds with the Scarlet Crusade a number of times, and at one point they captured and attempted to execute him. They, however, underestimated his zealous loyalty to the Banshee Queen and overwhelming hatred of the living. By the end of the day, the forty-something Crusaders that had gathered to watch him burn were all dead by his and a few Forsaken that had come to his aid's hands.
After battling against the Scourge in the Plaguelands, Vrem ventured into Northrend alongside the other forsaken of the Hand of Vengeance, and it was during this time he met Morec, House of Rivendare, and Sithia Frozenbone. The three Forsaken were united in their common goal to see the end of the Scourge and the living alike, and became allies quickly.
He and assisted the Forsaken army with the assault of Gilneas, alongside Morec. When he and the insane death knight returned to Tirisfal, they learned that Sithia had been captured and killed by the Scarlet Crusade. He and Morec slaughtered their way through the monastery and retrived her body, and, upon learning it would be impossible to reanimate her, buried it within the graveyard at Brill. Vrem and Morec then parted ways.
Vrem's eyes were once a dark brown, but now the unholy magic and potions that taint his body and keep him from rotting into a useless pile of flesh and bones have caused his eyes to glow yellow, like many other Forsaken. His hair has remained blond, though, despite the taint flowing through his body. He wears a set of Scourgetalker armor and carries his gun whenever he thinks a battle might be in the near future.
Marrow's appearence has been significantly altered by Vrem and the Royal Apothecary Society, turning him from a simple hunting hound into a monsterous beast. Putrid green slime drools out from this hounds mouth, and his claws and fangs and stained red from blood and gore. His body, although his ribs are showing, still carried much weight do to the various heavy objects that have been placed inside of it.
Vrem has had all unnesescary parts of Rottalon removed, giving his pet very little air ressistance and much, much more speed and agility. Even though much of his wings have rotted away, Vrem has managed to use bandages and the same processes that keep him from rotting to help minimize the loss of nessescary mass on the undead bird. The creature has become something like a nightmare, and Vrem uses this to psychological advantage.
Vrem aims for any weak spots on his enemies with his rifle and sharpshooting skills while he uses Rottalon or Marrow as a distraction whenever he finds himself in combat. If that strategy fails, however, then he reverses tactics: using his shots as a distraction while having Rottalon and Marrow tear his foes to shreds. He stays hidden the shadows as much as possible in battle, making sure his enemies can't see him but he can still clearly see them.
Marrow is the physically strongest, and most deadly, of Vrem's two pets. The undead dog has demonstrated the ability to tear limps off of a variety of creatures - perhaps most notably a full grown human male - as well as having enough bulk on his rotting frame to be able to deal massive damage if he rams into someone. He has an extremely high pain tolerance, and will willingly take a blow for his master without Vrem even ordering the plague dog too.
Rottalon is the quickest and most intelligent of Vrem's two pets. The diseases that fester in the wounds over his body are extremely deadly and infectious. Even if the prey has escaped, if Rottalon has managed to sink his talons or peck his beak into its flesh, the diseases are likely to kill them within a few days to weeks. The rotting eagle uses his incredible speed and agility in whatever he can to divert the attention of enemies from his master.
Vrem is a cold, dark, and somewhat grim character in terms of his personality. He hates the living with a passion, and kills as many of them as he can whenever the opportunity presents itself - always with Sylvanas' permission, of course - and kills the Scourge even more often. The same people who speculate that Morec lost his mind when the grip of the Scourge left him for the second time also speculate that if it weren't for Vrem's personality balancing Morec's out then the death knight would probably fall deeper into insanity then he already has.
- "Allow me to reacquaint you with death." (said to many minions of the Scourge)
- "Death isn't that bad, it is much, much worse." (said to many living)
- "Rottalon! Shred!" (siccing Rottalon on target)
- "Marrow! Devour!" (siccing Marrow on a target)
A list of songs that I play while RPing as this character, seeing as it fits him to some regard:
- "What's the matter? Got cold feet?"
- — Sithia making a bad pun.
Sitha is a mage of the Forsaken, specialized in the frost aspect of magic. She carries a one-handed sword that she forged out of arcane magic at Dalaran's blacksmith during her time studying in the magical city. She is slightly insane, but nowhere near as completely out of her mind as Morec is.
Sitha was born Sitha Gaerl and raised in Stratholme for all of her early life, living with her parents who worked for Fras Siabi. Upon her eighteenth birthday she was accepted by Dalaran to study the arts of the arcane. After three years of study, she proved to be skilled in the use of frost and basic arcane spells. By the time the year she was scheduled to graduate in rolled around, she was very close to being able to be considered a master of the element of frost, although her skills in the use of basic arcane had wavered by this time.
Unfortunately, she never had the chance to graduate, because that same year Arthas led the Scourge to Dalaran and slaughtered every living creature he could in the magocratic nation. Sithia learned too late that her icy magics had little effect on the undead, and was viciously torn to pieces by the undead. A necromancer came across her broken corpse while the Scourge were sacking the city and decided to raise her into undeath for his own purposes. He had parts taken from other Scourge members to rebuild her, and used her as a slave for many years.
When the Lich King's powers started to wane, Sithia - now saying her last name to be Frozenbone - managed to break free from his grasp and sided with Sylvanas' coup. She quickly learned how to use her icy spells in a fashion that harmed the undead as well as the living, and poured all of her effort into helping the Dark Lady crush both the Scourge and the Dreadlords' forces.
After the Capital City was claimed by them, she served among Sylvanas' Deathguard for some time as a magic specialist. She, however, eventually got bored with that and left to spend her time hunting down and killing the Scarlet Crusade and Scourge in the Tirisfal Glades. When the Hand of Vengeance set out for Northrend, she was quick to side up with it. During her time in Northrend, she met and joined forces Vrem Dartskul and Morec - the later of who she later became infatuated with.
Unlike Vrem and Morec, she did not assist the Forsaken in their attempt to take Gilneas for the Horde. This would turn out to be her greatest mistake, for while her two allies were gone she was captured by the Scarlet Crusade, tortured, and finally put to death. Upon learning this, Morec and Vrem massacred the Crusade before retriving her un-ressurectable body and burying it in the Brill graveyard. Her death caused a split between Vrem and Morec, and also left Morec even more mentally unstable then he already was.
Sithia's flesh is as tinged by death as any Forsaken's and her black hair is pulled up in a pair of boar tails. Her robes are dark, like many other Forsaken mages and casters. She is rarely seen without a smile. Her boney fingers have a slight layer of rime covering them, and the arcane sword she carries is pale blue in color.
Despite her race and last name, Sithia has a surprisingly warm personality. She couldn't be called "the embodiment of joy" by a long shot, but, when compared to Vrem at least, she is probably the most jovial of all the undead. Even so, she tends to be a bit sarcastic at times, the supposed humor - whether truly funny or not - that often results from these situations is found appealing by Morec. She also, of course, has no problem with killing the living, but only when it serves her means. This often puts her at odds with Vrem and Morec's ideas about how to deal with the living, but never so much that they part ways, being as her ideas often makes sense.
Sitha is a master of frost magics, and, despite her lack of skill in offensive spells of the arcane nature, she is also capable of opening portals. These portals are often unstable, however when told about this she insures the person speaking that they are "perfectly safe." She also has managed to retain the skills to reforge her arcane blade if it is ever damaged in battle, and has managed to become impressively skilled with it. Her main battle strategy is simple: freeze something completely, and then slowly unfreeze them so you can hear and giggle at their agonizing cries as the heat is sapped from their bodies.
- "They're perfectly safe!" (when Vrem comments on her lack of ability to create a stable portal)
- "I'm sorry, but I'm married" (lying to people about her marital status)
A list of songs that I play while RPing as this character, seeing as it fits her to some regard:
- "Joo be wantin' da voodooo? Wha' joo be wantin' da voodoo for?"
Zol'jen is an old troll, but he doesn’t look it. A witch doctor by trade, he's been able to make a variety of spells and potions that allow him to retain a youthful appearance. Unfortunately, he refuses to divulge his secrets to anyone else, and he is still prone to many of the ravages of old age. Even so, he's taken to these ailments like a naga to water.
Zol'jen was born to a family of witch doctors on the Broken Isles, both his mother and father were practitioners of the mystical voodoo art. His family was among those sacrificed by the sea witch-worshiping murlocs. He grew up an orphan, and at some point sired a son. When Thrall rescued teh Darkspear Tribe from the sinking islands. He originally made a home on the Echo Isles with the rest of his tribe, but, after making some decisions he would later regret, decided it would be best for his tribe - and his son - if he were to just leave.
He set up a small home in the barrens, where he planned to spend the rest of his life making potions and distributing them to the Horde through a merchant at the Crossroads, with only the worst mistake he had ever made to keep him company.
Zol'jen was killed in the destruction brought around by the Cataclysm. What became of the voodoo shades he created is unknown, although his son - Mal'nat - has been seen carrying a pouch that resembles the one Zol'jen used to carry.
Zol'jen's appearence is that of a young troll in about his mid-twenties - even though his true age is at least triple that. He has healthy colored blue flesh, but he still has no hair - much to his dismay. He still has a hobble in his old age, and uses a cane to help support himself. He wears traditional witch doctor garb, but he also carries a sheild - crafted in the shape of a tiki mask - and a staff for protection.
The voodoo shades thtat Zol'jen controls look much like the shades of the Scourg, but they also have a few key differences. The eyelids of these shades have been removed, letting their dead eyes stare out eternily. Their ears and nose have also been cut off, and all hair has been removed from their shadow-covered bodies. Their mouths have been sown shut, but they have still are able to scream and moan in pain and hatred.
Zol'jen is a brilliant master of the arts of voodoo magic and alchemy, and uses both to further the interests of the Horde which saved him and the rest of the Darkspear Tribe from certain death on the original home of his people whenever he can. He holds loyalty to it, but believes more in his own people's power more. He holds close to his people's original traditions, and has no plans to change from them. He is not evil, but has no problems with enslaving powerful members of the Alliance and other factions not allied with the Horde - sometimes in very... unsavory fashions. He also loves coconuts, claiming that their milk "gives him visions."
Zol'jen studied and trained hard throughout his younger life to improve and increase his skills and understanding of voodoo and alchemy. He has the skills to create and use powerful voodoo dolls with ease, as well as use the various totems he's created to assist him in his work - both for defensive and offensive measures. He also has substantial knowledge of the layout of certain areas of Kalimdor - these areas being where he's gathered the materials needed for his alchemical and other voodoo-type creations. Given his age, however, he is subject to forget certain elements - often important ones - about these areas.
He also has a limited ability to create voodoo shades that are bound to his will from any humanoid creature that happens to be unlucky enough to be caught and turned into a ghostly slave by him. Thankfully, he only does this on very, very rare occasions.
The shades he has command overnot only are able inspire fear in a number of races and power. They have no special abilies other then this far and an unnatural strength that they use to tear apart their opponents or keep they from harming their master - all depending on what Zol'jen orders them to do. They are amazingly proficient, but, because they disturb even him, Zol'jen dosn't use these unholy creatures except in very drastic situations.
- "Ey, mon, do joo be havin' any coconuts wit' joo?" (said to almost everyone that crosses his path)
A list of songs that I play while RPing as this character, seeing as it fits him to some regard: