Anar'ka, the Void God.

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Anar'ka, the Void God.

Post by Azaxle on Mon Feb 01, 2010 2:37 am

There was once a priest, a very powerful priest, named Zaale. Zaale was an oddity, as he was a troll priest, compared to his fellow Darkspears at Sen'jin, who were all hunters, warriors, witch doctors, or shamans. He was inspired to become a priest after watching his family torn to shreds by demons in Outland, after the demon occupation of the place was rooted out of course. They hired a group of priests, a proud, cocky bunch of Blood Elves. They failed to protect his family, and Zaale swore to become the most powerful priest ever, so he would never let his people down like the Elves did.

He went through trial after trial, testing not only his prowess with the magics at his disposal, but also his steadfast faith. He learned what it was to really be a priest, and by the time he was 26, he ran the only chapel in Orgrimmar, and was a trusted advisor to the Warchief. Soon enough, he had been sent over to the Exodar to bring aid to the draenei, where he was using his phenomenal powers over the light to heal the exiled eredar and assist the Naaru. While he was there, he was given "orders" to eliminate some demons which had escaped to the forests of Azuremyst Isle. To accompany him was a group of paladins, one of which name's was Vesica. Over their trips into the forest, where they killed the demons together, he began to bond with her. When the draenei paladin trainer learned of this, however, he told the one in charge of the help program and Zaale was sent away...he loved Vesica madly, and they had made love on more than one occasion. That part of his soul would be with her forever, and his anger for the draenei race would never sate itself.

Sadly, as he reached the top of priest hood, a terrible event happened. There was a.....dark force threatening to destroy all of Durotar and its neighbors. Zaale knew of it, but tried to keep it quiet, since he didn't want everyone panicking. Soon enough though, the Warchief caught wind of the impending doom, and called his advisors into council. Zaale confessed that he knew all along, though said nothing. As a consquence for his betrayal, Zaale was given full responsibility over the matter.

That night, Zaale prepared himself for the inevitable battle he was going to be forced into. He prepared a binding spell, one that would send the dark force back into the swirling pit of darkness it belonged in. Zaale also make sure that the room was inescapable, even for himself. He had one of his aids make sure that in a full days time, he should only then go in and inspect the room. The night of the ritual, Zaale sat in his protective circle, and enacting the summoning, which would lure the darkness into the trap. When it finally did answer the summons, a fierce battle broke out, not with spells, but of wills. The dark force attempted to possess Zaale, but he fought back. Eventually, after many hours, Zaale won. Though, at a cost. Over the years, Zaale had made mistakes, had lost his temper, and had killed more than he would like to admit. He pushed all of those events and feelings into a corner of his mind, and thats where the darkness latched onto, and when it was sent back to where it came, it tore Zaale's spirit in two. Zaale slowly died that night, and would never have come back were it not for the goodly light looking down on his struggle, he was sent back to the world of the living, to live out the rest of his life peacefully.

Things were not peaceful, however, for the part of his spirit drifting aimlessly in the darkness. Over eons of feeding on the hate it felt at the fallen eredar, the lives it had stolen, and the death of its tribe, it slowly manifested itself into the form of its once powerful master. This new Zaale then searched for a way out of the darkness, and found it, in the form of the being once binded by Zaale. In the darkness, it had a form, and it opened the way for the other Zaale to get to the world of the living. He now searches for Zaale, or Zaale's corpse, whatever the outcome, he will become whole.

Now, I bet you're wondering, why did I just get told this story? Well, the other Zaale took on a name, Azaxle. I have joined The Forbidden to get ahold of resources that will help me find my other half, that will help me find him, devour whats left of our spirit, and become whole. That is where the next story begins. In the Forbidden, he found kindred spirits. One of them, who's former name was Kayoss, had promised to help him on his journey. They first visited Sen'jin Village, where Zaale was born. Apparently, Zaale was still alive, though it had easily been eons since the struggle of wills in Orgrimmar. They began to track down sources...until they found Vesica, who had been kept alive on the bit of soul that Zaale left with her, which had become literal when he fought the thing from the Void. He was still young, and beautiful. Azaxle viciously attacked and defeated her, then got the information he needed...though he did not reveal the soul fragment to Kayoss, nor did he take it from her. He does not know why.

Vesica had told Azaxle and Kayoss made their way to the secluded island off the coast of Tanaris which Zaale called his home, and he met up with the once-almighty priest. He was still young, though weary. But, being stronger in wills than Azaxle, he forced Azaxle into a deep sleep, leaving Kayoss to deal with the priest. He stared at the crumpled form of his friend at his feet, and was filled with rage, unwilling to listen to Zaale's explanations. He charged Zaale, who began casting before he got there. Kayoss was thrown back by the powerful spell, but got back to his feet and threw himself at the priest again, knowing that Shadowstep would be useless against such a foe. He busted through the next spell that Zaale threw, holy fire, and plunged his hand in the priest's chest, ripping out his heart. The priest layed sputtering at his feet, saying something about not letting Azaxle near his body, but Kayoss didn't care, he looked down at the Priest and curb stomped him, finishing it. He walked over to where Azaxle was getting up. He handed the heart over, and Azaxle hid it within his robes. He then walked over to where Zaale lay and used his shadow magic to suck out the rest of the priest's soul...HIS soul. He was whole now, his own being, not a copy of some troll. He continued the facade that he talked like a troll, and he even lead his own tribe for awhile...but it just wasn't for him...his thoughts sometimes drifted to Vesica, who still held onto a small piece of HIS soul...no, not his, hers. It was hers. He conversed with his Void-like master a lot, though he eventually forsook it. He owed his life not to that thing, but his own will.

After the fall of the Forbidden and of the tribe, he was a wondering soul. He found Vathirumus and Acez (formerly Kayoss, whom had overcome his more evil side, Racid, and was a new person) and helped avenge Nimorrax...until they found that Nimorrax was actually alive! Azaxle was not there for the end of Putrud's shadow over the Forbidden, as he had business to attend to with Zul'tak, the monstrous shadowhunter that ruled the remnants of the Zul'amak. He also went to Zaale's grave, and deposited the heart there, finally. He also learned that he could harness the twisting chaos of the void to create objects. He made a netherdrake egg, something he had been learning of, and stores it in his house in the Forbidden's city. He also has started conducting "experiments" with some unfortunate subjects...also he began to meddle with his own form, learning how to change it using the power of the void, though he liked looking like a troll, better than the ghouls he keeps company with. For now, Azaxle has nothing as a goal, and only does what pleases him. For now, life is good.

The Forbidden are rising in power. And Azaxle likes it. After figuring out what his destiny was, he knew how to increase his power. He traveled far and wide in search for one of the most evasive beings alive...the Naaru. He found one. A strong one. He watched it for awhile, then opened a portal that sucked it into the Void...and Azaxle followed. Once there, he met up with the entity that made him possible, which he recognizes now as a Void Lord. He scoffed at this supposed all powerful being, and took hold of the Naaru's essence as it was twisted in the Void. The horrified Naaru conceded to his fate as he understood what was in store for him...Azaxle corrupted and merged with this Naaru, who WAS L'aru...and renamed himself Anar'ka. In his new form, he looked at the soon-to-be-unfortunate Void Lord...it still thought itself above him...how sad. Anar'ka took control of the Void around them...it KNEW he was it's true master, and used it to eradicate the foolish Void Lord. He was there, in his true form, in his true environment, and realized it would be boring to stay. He quickly looked within himself and logged all of his new powers, and teleported himself back with the snap of his amorphous fingers. He was pleased with this developement...and he now knew what his goal was: To live his life with the planet, and when it ends, he will reap the souls of the fallen, and take the planet to be his own.

He realized after killing Keth'Zulad that something had to be done...the Forbidden were becoming good...too good. Kevonus' end was near, and then only Putrud would be left. So he decided to shorten the life of Azeroth. Since Anu'velris -just thinking that name made Azaxle seethe with hatred- was destroyed, he was able to operate at full power. The borrowed power he and Mothrazor held would be the key to speeding up Azeroth's death. He and Moth went back to the "Source" a mysterious piece of Titan machinery that held the Titan's old foes, presumably the Old Gods, at bay. Once Mothrazor was mislead, he weakened the relic, and modified the guardian's memories. Now, only the worthy can destroy the Source, and when they do, Anar'ka will be waiting with the Forbidden to first fight against the threat, then, if he must, Anar'ka will simply wait. And then his ultimate goal will be fulfilled.

(( I feel evil ))


Last edited by Azaxle on Mon Mar 01, 2010 2:38 am; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Updates in what the fuck Azaxle is...yayyy)
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