Lord Magnark sat at his massive desk deep within the bowels of the Undercity. Having not emerged from his laboratory which he sealed tightly for two months he pondered on thoughts his psychic mind had come across.
“Mutiny. That is what I sense. Trouble stirs within our ranks. Hm. “
He slowly gazed over the long narrow hall that was his laboratory. The stagnant smell of rot and dampness filled the dense air. Countless piles of bones and rotting corpses of humans lay over tables and littered the floor.
“I shall return to the surface and judge this.”
He gazed around, as if checking for listeners. Moving over to a huge board that was fitted to the wall covered in scientific yitterings he took a piece of chalk and circled what seemed to be a mathematical formula - a very complex one. He then copied it down onto a parchment, and folded it up inside his black robes.
He smirked to himself, a sickly expression of delight.
“The perfect recipe.”
He laughed and walked through a narrow passage. The passage ended and met a door. Moving through the door there was another long, narrow hall. Filled with cages, it was. Packed in like battery hens, there were humans. Some barely alive. Some dead. Slain by the sordid negligence of Archnazg's experiments and keeping.
They cowered in fear, some were driven mindless through the torments of captivity. Whimpering was heard. They had lived here for some months, kept alive by Archnazg's devilry. He paced along the hall, cages to either side of him. The room was dark, a sick green light was emited from the torches on the wall, however. There could have been upto 50 humans kept here.
“I will give you the chance to escape me. I have always considered myself a generous host. I do enjoy some sport.”
“I’LL KILL YOU! You bastard! You sick, twisted beast! You’re an animal! An ANIMAL! He was only FIVE years old!!” A young lady looked at him, screaming and shouting, and then broke down into a heap, inside her cage.
Archnazg walked over.
“Manners, where are yours?” He chuckled, and walked towards the door. He muttered a few words under his breath, the cage doors opened. “Enjoy. It’s a version I made myself. It takes a few hours to finish the job.” He cackled and flipped a small vial of a green liquid onto the ground, it smashed. He sealed the door behind him, and as he walked through the tunnels the screams and cries of suffering and pain echoed the tainted halls.
He looked at the parchment with the formula on it, and smiled. He secured it tightly within his robes. He then proceeded to set fire to his laboratory, erasing all evidence of his result.
He walked out of the blazing inferno as a black shape, his brilliant black shadowform soon fading. He held in his hand a staff, his robes were of excellence as he prepared to meet with the Banshee Queen.
He made his way up through the halls. Finally he reached the surface after some hours. He summoned forth his mighty dreadsteed and blasted along the streets of the Undercity like a hurricane. Catching glimpses of orcs marching through the street he became puzzled and angry. As he got to the throne room he saw the Kor Kron captain and sneered.
“What is this devilry” he thought to himself.
He banished his mount and knelt before the Queen of the Forsaken at the bottom of her rise. She towered over the shadow priest. Her burning red eyes scanning him from under her thick black hood. The chilling, hideous presence of the Dark Lady was ever more present.
“My lady. It is complete.”
After his meeting with the Queen he returned to Fenris Keep unnoticed, in the shadows.
"Now. To sort affairs out. Where is Lady De La Saronno... for I much desire to speak to her." He spoke to the Dark Ranger Octavian Duskflow.
"I shall seek her out immediatly, Dark Lord."
Archnazg smiled twistedly and set to gazing out of the large ornate window. Thunder and lightning crashed all around the keep, the freezing presence of the Lord of the manor was back.