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"Uggh, damn your heavy." Prism grunted as she threw a lifeless body of a trespasser into the lake. As she dusted off her hands, she noticed how late it had gotten. "huh, time passes fast" she said to herself while she walked through the gate of the castle, on her way to her room.

Prism laid quietly on her bed when she heard a sound "bah! nothing! *slam*"
"... master nex is mad about something again..." she said as she got up. she walked into the thrown room and saw master nex sitting on his thrown angrily with scrolls everywhere and his slave badly injured. "Master Nex, what is wrong?" she asked as she started healing the slave. she may look merciless and mean but Prism is a kind person sometimes.

" But Master Nex, if you do not have a slave, who will tend to your needs?" she questioned. "And if it helps, although it may not, my parents used to tell me stories of the orb of daku..." she said, attemping to bring up the mood

" I apologize." Prism said as she stood up, took a few steps away from the slave and bowed. "i suppose its a habit of mine" "however, my story of the orb is probably more true than about half the stories heard." she began. " My father used to say it was full of glory and power, that much everybody knew, but my mother knew much, much more. Apparently the orb once bellonged to the takii, to be more specific, your great, great, great grandfather. He was obsessed with the power that he went insane and made the once good and pure alliance an evil one. thats why you cannot find anything on the orb. This man was crazy, but his wife, the inspiration for takii took the orb and hid it away. After that the people began a new alliance to find the orb and use it for good. which is now called ralii." as she finished, she bowed " Thank you for listeing, Master Nex." she said, and left.

((brb i gotta go pick up my sister from school))

A cool breeze fluttered around the steel husk of Arthas Menethil. His gigantic, all steel suit encased his body, at places nearly six inches thick, impervious to most forms of damage due to it's immense natural strength, and the magic it was imbued with. He stood nearly nine feet tall, obviously magically and unnaturally created, and had a figure so massive and grotesque that it could do nothing but make the hardest of souls cringe at his mere sight. His shoulders stretched to an impressive eight feet, eleven in the suit of armor, and nearly five feet thick, six with his armor. His elongated, strengthened sword strode carefully and dangerously against his side, at times casually bouncing off his armor, making no sounds and scratching neither due to both the metals magical properties.

Cool was a relative term, however. The negative ten degree windchill which gusted throughout his armor was enough to make all within a ten yard radius shiver or be chilled, if they could feel such meek nerve transactions as temperature. Surrounded by a small band of rusted steel wielding ghouls, The Lich King as he was called stood firmly outside the gate, towering above his grunts and armed with a weapon far superior than any he had ever possessed in his past lives; or in most others lives as well. His mindless corpses that laid entranced within his spell were controlled telepathically by his vast mental capabilities, some of which he controlled individually as he strolled into battle. Being a strong warrior himself, he was the evil creation of two minds and powers being fused, enhanced, and spirits darkened. Consisting of the strongest of shamans and paladins alike, The Lich King presented both the epitome of power, and corruption. What little could stop the advances of the Lich King had already been thwarted, and merely awaited more battles ahead. Gifted with many magical powers, the Lich King typically rewards the powerful and dark of mind, well dominating all others that pretend to exist with it. Having and elongated gate, he shook the ground when he walked, and could traverse a large amount of territory in a short amount of time despite his great size; without a lot of exertion as well. The combination and enhancement of two of the strongest creatures, he was a formidable foe.

Despite all of this, the Lich King only persisted in his existence through the sheer enjoyment of action. Although most with extreme power usually manipulate any form of power for a desired result, the Lich King fights for fighting itself, for the sheer joy of domination and destruction. Killing, slaughtering, and the horrendous corruptions of either minds is what drives the Lich King. Will power is what drives the Lich King; willpower is what drives his will. He remained in existence sheerly based upon the sole concept that he wanted to be, and pursued his ever expansive progress not for monetary goods, but for the single sake of pursuing hard, wretched goals and extreme competition and wide-scale destruction of it. Essentially, he didn't love his end results, nor did he work for them. He loved what he did, and every second of it, and spent his life's devotions on gaining more power, strength, and towards the increase of destruction. The end and beginning had no matter for him; he did it for the Journey, for the simple act that he wanted to kill.

So now he stood, peering across the vast land scape, and staring at the now opening gates.

Nex stood on the shore looking out over the vast lake. the air was peaceful, even though his armor gave him immunity to its touch. He HATED peaceful. Nex knelled down and placed a finger into the lake, causing all the lake in view to freeze over. Nex stepped onto the lake, each footstep cracking the lack under his sheer weight and size. after moving a ways out he stopped and drew his blade. Nex's voice roared, sending it upon the wind and echoing into all ears that heard it.

Nex moved back to the shore, sensing a force not remembered. Casting a shielded eye back to the castle and marched to the castle. "Who enters my domain?" Nex asked as he reached the gate