Discipline Blog - Day 5

Discipline Blog - Day 5

Getting off my ass time: 2 hours (I took a walk early this morning to my bank only to discover that the branch closest to my house closed, apparently within the last week).

Today’s blog, unlike the previous couple, will be a small short story of sorts based upon one of my characters on World of Warcraft. This is simply a free-writing exercise so I apologize if it’s terrible or boring. I hope you enjoy it!


Magister Saphyron felt his robes become moist and was unsure if it was blood, sweat or urine that was the culprit. He hoped that it wasn’t urine, but given the circumstances, he couldn’t be sure he hadn’t wet himself. Saphyron was surrounded by a growing swarm of varied undead abominations. Slobbering ghouls and zombies were being trampled by bloated, stitched together horrors, all attempting to intercept and devour the Magister and his few remaining family members. Saphyron’s verdant eyes flashed and a wave of flowing ice erupted forth from him. The wave crashed upon the undead freezing them in place for a moment.

“Brother, I won’t leave without you!” Vhelian, Saphyron’s eldest younger sibling, gripped the back of Saphyron’s midnight blue robes tightly.

“You don’t get a say, I’m sorry Vhelian.” Saphyron gestured at his young brother and his angry eyes rolled back into his head. As Vhelian’s grip weakened, Saphyron pushed his brother’s sleeping form onto the boat with the others. “Live on. Belore.”

The loud crack of smashing ice signaled that the undead would soon be upon Saphyron. He turned from the small ship and began chanting. A burst of vermillion flame began to spin between Saphyron’s raised hands, and he cracked a crooked smile as he felt the first undead reach into the open wound in his side. Blood. The frothing mass of undead descended upon Saphyron’s form, and he unleashed the giant fireball. Instead of striking the undead directly, the explosive force destroyed the dock behind Saphyron and pushed the boat away from the Isle of Quel’Danas. Saphyron crumpled under the weight of the undead swarm. He turned his head away from the oncoming doom and looked towards his siblings. The last thing Saphyron felt was a sharp pain as the chain of an Abomnation came down upon his skull.

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This one is mine. He was a beloved son of Quel’thalas. He shall serve us in death, and the desecration will be complete.

Saphyron felt cold. It was worse than the deepest chill he had gotten from calling forth elemental cold. There was nothing around him except a periwinkle mist and a quiet whispering that issued forth from all around him. He heard only one word clearly. Serve.

A sudden burst of pain similar to hiccoughing and belching at the same time jarred Saphyron back into reality. Saphyron could feel the cold stone floor beneath his skin. I’m naked. Curious. Saphyron pushed himself off the floor. His whole body felt like he’d just crawled out of river in the coldest part of Northrend. Saphyron’s skin had taken on a bluish tinge yet he was whole. No sign at all that he had been cut open, gnawed on, or bludgeoned to death that he could see. He wanted to say he was alive, but even as the words formed in his mind he knew it wasn’t true. Even now he was beginning to hear the whispers of the Lich King in his mind.

Come Saphyron, be my weapon against the living.

Saphyron’s senses slowly came back to him and he began to look around the chamber. It was minimalist to a fault. No furniture could be found, only black marble walls and a cold slate floor. Some silver etched dark blue cloth was piled in the corner. Saphyron realized that the cloth was all that remained of his robes. Gingerly, he gathered up the tattered cloth and wrapped it around his waist. It’s cold enough without having to worry about freezing my bits off. Not that I expect to get any use out of them now. Saphyron began to approach the door. Unlocked? No such luck. The bastard isn’t going to make this easy.

Saphyron pressed his hands against the door and attempted to call forth the energy to blow apart the lock, but nothing happened. Hmm, no magic? Being dead is going to be much worse than I imagined. Saphyron let a small sigh escape from his lips and watched in amazement as small ice crystals began to form on the door. Of course! Fire magic may be impossible, but my cold spells should be intensified significantly. He pulled as much air into his lungs and expelled it as a cloud of ice. The door lock and much of the area around it had become frozen. The lock mechanism should be brittle now. With a powerful kick, Saphyron attempted to force the door open. Saphyron’s foot passed through the door as it shattered from the force of his kick. By the Dawn! That didn’t even hurt me. I should have barely cracked the lock. Apparently, death has done quite a bit for my physical strength.

Saphyron began to walk down the halls of the stone prison. Aside from the occasional skull, adorned with blue flaming eyes, the hall was as unremarkable as his cell. Every slapping footstep on the stone brought Saphyron closer to his destiny. He could feel the power inside himself. It was different than the power he had when he was alive. His body was stronger. He paused occasionally to marvel at how good his body looked. He was always a confident mage, but this was different. He couldn’t understand why this made him feel so good. It must be the Lich King’s manipulation.

This whole scenario was reminiscent of Saphyron’s graduation ceremony at the Magister’s Terrace. Saphyron approached the end of the hall and saw his mortal enemy standing on the balcony beyond. He couldn’t suppress a feeling of awe and terror at being so close to the Lich King. It was not unlike coming face to face with the would-be ruler of the High Elves. He could remember vividly the final words of Prince Sunstrider’s speech as he encouraged us not to fear the possibility of giving up our lives for Silvermoon and her allies. He told us, "Death is only the beginning".

The Lich King is going to use me as a puppet. I know this, and yet…I can’t stop myself from feeling that my death has lead the greatest moment of my life.