Not even the burning ruins of the city could ward off the bitter cold, and to the remaining faithful of the Tribunal it was taken as an ill omen. HATE had fallen: the betrayer and false prophet slain and his lackeys, turncoats all, had been scattered to the four winds.
In an earlier time this would have been a cause of celebration - the cinders of the dead offered in jubilation to the All-Father and the Tree reclaimed for the righteous – but this time it was not so. The remaining faithful could but watch from the wood nearby and reap what cold satisfaction they could from watching the forces of Chaos fall.
The scourge of undead roamed freely about the shattered city and again Breemis felt the dark whispers in his head; a language both alien and familiar, seemingly punctuated by harsh symbols that stabbed at the inside of Breemis mind.
“Brothers, this host is not of this world.” He said at last, his pupils shrinking unnaturally.
“Of course not, brother Breemis,” said Klaus, “the forces of Oblivion originate from the black gate, minions of the Lich Queen, and we must not falt-“
“YOU KNOW NOTHING!” Breemis suddenly exploded, his face contorted in pain, “NOTHING! All is lost! All is lost unless…” he collapsed and writhed, obviously struggling with himself.
“Peace, brother” said Klaus, as he begain to contemplate the severity of the situation. “Unless what? We must not forget our faith. Remember the All-Father! Remember the sacrifice-”
Breemis stood and spoke with a voice that was not his own “STFU n00b! Cant you see that we lost? Unless Vampires are nerfed and WP returns warriors to temple it’s gg!”
Breems collapsed again, a in a weak pleading voice looked up to his long time friend “Brother, restrain me. I cannot control it any longer. Help me now before it is too late!”
Klaus cast a spell of holding, and Breemis was frozen in place, and Breemis began to recall the confrontation that led to the voices, and with what remained of himself struggled to remove its source.
He had been set upon by a roaming band of vampires, and was still in the fog of the Death Shroud when he first heard the voice.
“Enjoy the DS, carebear n00b!” the voice told him – it was the voice of the vampire, but there was malice and power in the voice that resonated, and the strange language he used was more disturbing than any litany of the damned.
“Who are you?” Breemis responded, and as he did a shadow began to congeal in front of him, taking the form of a young boy, fat, with greasy hair. The shirt he wore read “WWC RAW!” and showed a picture of a muscular, middle-aged man dressed in tight yellow cloth. The evil radiated from the being was both palpable and overpowering.
“Sup n00b! You want to kn0w who 1 am? Let me show you lolololol!!111”
The being reached into Breemis’s mind and spoke the following incantation:
/channel world
/channel PvP
The being’s voice was spoke into Breemis’s mind one final time “We are the future, n00b, we will pwn j00 and all j00r carebear friends!”
From that moment forward, the dark whisperings were incessant.
As Klaus and the other members of the Tribunal bound Breemis and made ready for his cleansing, the last of his sanity slipped away.
“WTF! HAX! Let me go j00 f@gs!” he shouted.
Larith the Pursuader finally arrived, and looked upon the scene in horror. “What is this! What happened?!”
Breemis looked up at Larith and grinned “I did j00r mom! Thats messed up! LAWLS!”
The Pwning had begun, and none would be spared its wrath.