by Jeff Cimics

Created on: September 17, 2010

It's bitterly cold outside. The sting of the icy winds whistling through your hooded cape makes it difficult for you to see what is around you; what is coming for you. You hear the crunch of the snow under your boots as you climb slowly up the mountain side in hopes of getting a better view of whats to come. Your staff, adorned with strange, foreign markings, begins to glow an eerie pale green. Two jade crystals start to fly around and around the larger crystal that sits atop your powerful weapon like the moons that circle your world. Something is coming.

Without warning, a wail fills the sky and the sound of the wind being cut descends towards you. Within a word you whisper on the wind, a spark of pink light explodes next to you and from within the light a creature emerges made of cobalt blue smoke,with eyes that burn like white fire. The minion you summoned rushes past you into the wind and snow, as if already knowing what is coming to destroy it's master. And with the rage of a caged demon, it lashes out to deliver the pain and suffering and death it so craves to inflict upon it's very own master. Within a howl of rage set forth from your minion, the creature that you could not see inside the walls of wind and ice emerges and instantly is halted it's falling attack by your minion, whose enormous shackled hands create a magical barrier in the air, suspending the bone dragon in place. Forcing it to fight your minion before feasting upon your flesh, which is its sole carnivorous desire.

Within an instant the dragon without flesh and blood,bites and claws at your summoned minion, trying to kill it quickly so it may taste real flesh, you spin your enchanted staff behind you and point  you finger to the winter sky. Elvish words of the ancient texts fill the air as you scream them in perfect harmony and rhythm to the magical purple and black aura that begins to spin around your body, growing brighter and brighter as your voice grows louder and louder.  Suddenly , the heavens above, once blanketed by the night and the wind and snow, begin to glow. And metorites of flame and rock fall from the sky like the rain, pounding and tearing at the bone dragon. Within seconds, the dragon falls to the melted snow; dead. You look to the corpse and smile, for YOU are WARLOCK! And in the World of Warcraft, you reign supreme!

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