The lich drummed seven skeletal fingers (three original, four acquired over the years) along the box’s edge in anticipation. Horrible blue-violet pinpoints of light, sparks of energy that served as its eyes, glanced at a clock impatiently.
It was nearly time.
The dark wooden box showed no sign of aging. The polished silver hardware was as bright as the night it was sealed. The filigree had ignored grime and dirt, the unlocking mechanism was well oiled and primed for use. The box possessed a sort of anti-glow, as if it sucked ambient light and heat from the room and was visible through this imposed contrast.
The lich’s patience began to grow thin, a sensation it had not felt in centuries. A thousand years ago (minus a handful of hours), it had been a living creature, full of magic and energy, passion and desires. Love. Hate. Obsessions.
As a final mortal act, the lich sealed a box of worldly contents and letters to its future self. Upon death and re-awakening, the lich found the box but remembered none of the contents. The binding magics would hold the vessel safe from all interference, including the lich itself, for a thousand years.
In a rare move of self-deception, the lich pivoted and floated out of the room so it could watch the sunset, as if this would speed along the passage of time just a bit faster.
“Rise and Shine” takes on a new meaning with glow-in-the-dark undead
Tired of having to re-reanimate skeletons and zombies after they stumbled into traffic, local necromancer Dr. Wort Blunderbuss has begun infusing his creations with an eerie, eldritch glow.
“I have built fences, but they either climb or pile up around them. I’ve tried working with the authorities to build more streetlights, but my little darlings congregate in unpredictable areas. This just seems like the best way to go about the problem,” Dr. Blunderbuss said in an email.
The spells used will be available early next year in a variety of colors, including “ridiculously terrifying green,” “poisonous ice scream magenta,” and “a blue so alarming it defies easy explanation.”
me: *has headphones on*
random kid: hey what music are u listening to?
me: oh just the usual girly pop songs u know
me: *puts headphones back*
me: *internally screams in capslock*
me: YOU’VE GOT THE MOTHERFLUFFING RIGHTS TO REMAIN VIOLENT
The operation wasn’t successful in the traditional sense since my sight didn’t return, but it left me with the ability to distinguish heat signatures, at least. Three weeks have passed and I’m still not sure how to politely ask my best friend why he’s room temperature.
I am so sorry but I think all the request have to b postponed for now I really can’t aaaa—- I was like aaaa— crying and aaa—- I don’t even know Halloween event is literally my best and worst dream at the same time I mean WHO ON EARTH CAME UP WITH OOGAMI AND RITSU TOGETHER AT A TIME LIKE THIS anyway I just contacted my friend who’s living in Japan,of course, all of it for iTune card ahahahaha I’M SO SORRY I JUST REALLY CAN’T AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
The Forsaken are a race and faction of undead who broke away from the Scourge and took control of the kingdom of Lordaeron, destroyed during the Third War by the death knight Arthas. They are currently allied with the Horde.
The Forsaken are led by their Banshee Queen, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, the former Ranger-General of Quel'Thalas. Their capital is the Undercity, in the royal catacombs beneath the ruins of the City of Lordaeron.