Sllade Nightshadow

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==Basic Info & Records==
Race: Highborne
Age (as of Cataclysm): 2,310
Known Aliases: Pariah, Sllade, Sir Ken'thein, Airos Nightglade
Height/Weight: 6' 10"/225 lbs
Birthplace: Records of birthplace unavailable
Current Residence: Deeds to a house in Ironforge under Sllade's name were found in Ironforge city records.
==Ardelus "Sllade" Nightshadow, Unfolded==
It is difficult for people to truly know and understand Sllade. Sllade's been subject to exhibiting multiple personalities; all of them very different from each other, yet somewhat similar. Sllade can be a classy gentleman one minute and become a raunchy-minded, careless asshole the next. He is a multi-faceted diamond, that lets others see only what he wants them to see. His detached and mysterious nature can be attributed mostly to his first mentor, Sarcastica. Sllade learned much from Sarcie, but one of the most valuable lessons he learned from her, that went on to dictate the reason for his every last aciton, was to always, in any situation, be in control; To be the puppet master controlling everything, ranging from what people do, what they see, and what they think. Some may see Sllade as a cunning mastermind and take example from his actions. Others may see him as a psychopathic mass-murderer that is hell-bent on satisfying his bloodlust. Regardless of what people say or think, Sllade always seems to find a way to be able manipulate at least one person's view on him, and thereby change hundreds of others' opinions of him. One should not make the mistake of assuming Sllade is weak. He is smart and cunning, this is true, however he has the physical strength to defend himself in open combat. Although he prefers to take his kills by surprise, he is able to hold out against most opponents, but alas, he does not have god-like strength. He will lose battles against opponents larger and much stronger than him, but he won't go down easy.
One trait that separates Sllade from most other people is his ability to look at life and situations from strategic and logical views. Most people are able to do this to a certain level, however with all their decisions some level of emotion is involved. Sllade is notorious for never trusting anybody but himself with anything. Whenever he assigns someone to do a job for him, he will be sure to keep a very close eye on them to make sure that what he wants done is done exactly as he wants it. Sllade ultimately views life as one big chess board, detaching himself from any emotion that "normal" people would feel. But alas, he is not dead inside either. He tries to keep it as secret as possible, acknowledging it as his own weakness, but Sllade has a daughter whom he cares deeply about. He will never openly talk about her outside of his most trusted circle of allies, however. He knows that there are many out there who would love to see him dead, and knows they will use whatever leverage they can get on him. This is another lesson he learned well from Sarcie; the most frightening foe is one who has, or at least appears to, have no weaknesses. If Sllade is able to make people believe that he is indestructible, then they will not dare pick a fight with him.
As stated earlier, it should be noted that Sllade uses his expertise in manipulation and subtlety rather than combat. He is a rogue, not a warrior. Thus, he cares not for fulfilling challenging quests to make himself seem like a hero. He is the kind of person who would rather get another idiot to do it for him, kill the poor bastard, and take the credit for himself. It is also true that Sllade is quite mad. He may be a genius, but he is at the same time a complete sadistic psychotic. He revels in the misery of others and quite enjoys, when taking his time to torture and kill someone, forcing his victim to watch. Sllade will quite often hold conversations with his victims while doing something as grotesque as slowly cutting off their arm, chopping it to little pieces, and feeding them to hounds. However, Sllade does not kill without reason, at least not so much anymore. He does not enjoy finding a random stranger and killing him. He does not get an excitement out of that. The excitement comes to him when he kills somebody he knows or is acquainted with. Sllade, despite his killer instinct, is able to hold friends close to him and will often choose his victims to be people who wronged his friends. Many times, Sllade will kill someone to teach them a lesson or to make an example out of them.
For instance, Sllade had once encountered a scoundrel in Stormwind's street. Sllade did not, at all, like the attitude of this boy. He found this child to be a complete idiot and an embarrassment to other, more successful, criminals that came before this child. Sllade tricked the boy into believing that there was a house in the city containing the family of a very important official and that the boy, with all his might and ruthlessness, could get quite a hefty reward from a ransom. Upon arriving at the house, the boy found it completely deserted, but only too late. Sllade jumped the boy from the shadows and injected him with a potent sedative. The boy's limp body collapsed and fell to the ground. Sllade took the boy to the basement and proceeded to torture him with an electric drill used to cut holes in jewelry to make necklaces. Sllade punctured holes all over the boy's abdomen, causing him to bleed out for a good while. As the boy began to feel light-headed from the loss of blood, Sllade took a scalpel, cut open the boy's abdomen, pulled out his bowels, and wrapped it all over the boy's body, making what Sllade called, "A Brand New Outfit". Upon inquisition for this later, Sllade revealed that he wished the criminals of that time, whom he said were just "idiotic children running around like chickens with their heads cut off", to learn a lesson and to think about what they were going to do rather than just run about and create pestering entropy.
Younger Life Of Sllade Nightshadow
Not much is known about the first origins of Sllade, in fact there almost seems to be no birth record of a man by that name. There are many theories as to why this may be; the most absurd one is that Sllade was not born but created, though this is clearly false as he is not a god or a demon. More realistic theories suggest perhaps Sllade covered up his past, to keep those he considered family hidden, thus to make himself immune to blackmail from this perspective. Others believe him to be a cruel, heartless bastard and say he killed his family and burned every last trace of his past as some sort of self-initiation to his life of cruelty. Whatever may be the case, there is not much known about Sllade before his early adulthood. Sllade is not a Kal'dorei elf, but rather a Highborne. His skin, unlike the blue and purple of Night Elves, is white, like a mire fog that hangs over a swamp. There are no accurate records that tell when Sllade first entered the scope of the Kal'dorei's lands, however what few early reports were recovered indicate that he was within his late adolescence when he began living in Ashenvale Forest. For most of his younger life, he was a hoodlum. He lived in essentially cracks in corners and hovels in the ground, stealing for survival. For a long time, that was truly all that Sllade cared for, was survival. He did not keep close friends or speak to many people. He found entertainment many times in the suffering of others, whether physically or metaphorically. This sadist lust only grew more when Sllade began dealing with the Satyr. The Satyr would offer him wealth and riches in exchange for Sllade doing some basic grunt work for them. However, this did not last long, as the governing powers of the Kal'dorei began to see Sllade more and more as a domestic threat. Sllade was left with no choice but to flee east, towards the humans' lands. After weeks of hiding like an animal from Sentinel scouts, Sllade escaped from Ashenvale and made the long trek across the Barrens and Thousand Needles (back before it was flooded) towards Theramore Isle, seeking a ride to the Eastern Kingoms, far away from the jurisdiction of the Kal'dorei. Upon arrival in Stormwind City, Sllade went straight to work, looking for a name and identity to make of himself.
Early Days
In his early days in the city, Sllade mostly hung about in bars, trying to get acquainted with his new surroundings, figuring out who was who and who the important people are. After a short time in the city, Sllade met a woman by the name of Sarcastica, an SI:7 spymistress whom at first did not take much liking in Sllade. At this period in time, Sllade was quite brutish in his acts, and did not have tact. There was no doubt in Sarcie's mind that Sllade had the killing intent and the strength physically to do so, but he lacked certain elements of subtlety required to catch her interest. After much begging and pleading, Sarcastica agreed to allow Sllade a "test job". At the time, the Westfall Brigade, led by Commander Kelhan, was having some issues with the Defias Renegades in Stormwind City ((By the way, as a side note, the Defias Renegades was, in my opinion, the last REAL good Defias guild Moon Guard ever saw. That kid Edgar came in with his hordes of mindless children who had no idea as to any bit of Defias lore and absolutely destroyed the reputation that Defias guilds had built up...anyways, back to the story!)). Sarcie asked Sllade to keep an eye over the two groups and to try and formulate some sort of way to contain the violence and eventually work to a peace between the two groups. Sarcie had a "grand scheme" to rid Stormwind of the black stain known as the Stormwind Guard. She found them (rightfully so) to be a group of lazy, corrupt, and incompetent idiots who did nothing but spoil life for Stormwind's residents. Sarcie wished to rally her allies over time unite against the Guard and establish a new order. Sllade's work with Kelhan and the Westfall Brigade ended ultimately with him joining their ranks.
The Westfall Brigade
Though Sllade had no intention whatsoever to watch over and guard the residents of Stormwind, he still joined the Brigade, though never fully knowing why. During his days in the Westfall Brigade, Sllade only remained because of friends he had made, his first real friends, were made in the Brigade. However, during his entire time in the Brigade, Sllade had his sights ultimately set on working under Sarcastica, to learn everything he could from her. However, he realized that to do that, he had to first get on good terms with the woman. So he stayed, seeing as to how the Brigade and Sarcie worked closely at times, he remained as Kelhan's "ambassador" to Sarcie. During his time in the Brigade, Sllade did whatever it was Sarcie bid of him to find out, as far as inner-workings within the Brigade went. Things were looking great, the Brigade was strengthening and Sarcie's "grand scheme" seemed to be coming together. It seemed as though she was catching the curiosity of the leaders she spoke to, though not fully winning their hearts over to her cause. The Brigade suffered a great blow when their jurisdiction within Stormwind was nulled by the council. A man named Stilwater, who was registered as a Defias, came before the council and protested that the Brigade had unlawfully captured, beaten, and imprisoned him simply for the fact that he wore red. The Council glazed over the issue for the most part and merely said that this was not the first complaint against the Brigade. "To prevent further distress", as they said, the Brigade's jurisdiction within the city was removed. A furious Kelhan stormed out the chambers along with the rest of his Brigade. Sllade, quite bored by the lack of action due to this new law, decided to take his leave and move on with his own career.
However, leaving was not as easy as Sllade thought it would be. He had made various friends within the Brigade that he regretted leaving. However, the largest strike to Sllade's heart was the discovery that he had a daugther, whom he had worked with during his time in the Brigade. Avalinnae, a Highborne like Sllade, came to the realization that Sllade was, in fact, his father one night at the Pig and Whistle. Ava was telling Sllade of the story of her childhood, that she did not know who her father was aside from that her mother and him slept together one night and thus she was born. Ava's mother told her that her father was an elven rogue who travelled quite a bit and had their paths and passions entwine one night. From Ava's description of her mother, Sllade came to a quick realization that Ava was his bastard daughter. From that moment on, Ava and Sllade were almost inseparable, a strong father-daughter bond. This was then, and still is to this day, Sllade's only known bit of family.
SI:7 and Sarcastica
After some time of doing various freelance jobs, Sllade had convinced Sarcie to consider him for the ranks of her SI:7. He was sent out to investigate a new Defias uprising, led by some miscreant by the name of Honas Q. Kaltharion. Upon their first meeting, Sllade did had not thought much of Honas. In fact, Sllade saw Honas merely as any other young hoodlum around in those days; with no direction or power, just all bark and no bite, as the saying goes. One of Honas's henchmen began harassing Sllade and the woman he was seeing at the time. Quite annoyed by the young boy, Sllade took it upon himself to teach the rat a lesson. He chased the boy down to Cutthroat Alley and began to, essentially, beat the child's brains in to the concrete. He tackled the kid and beat him until the boy began coughing blood. As for Honas, a swift roundhouse kick across his face sent him to the ground. Satisfied with his handiwork, Sllade and his lady left the scene. It was not until a few days after this encounter that Sarcie had ordered Sllade to go undercover and gain the trust of Honas and his Defias (which had grown to a considerable size at that point in time).
It took him some time, but Sllade was able to gain Honas's trust. Honas, offended that a warlock had insulted his dignity, ordered Sllade to kill the man. Sllade, sly as he was, tracked down the warlock, running into him while the warlock was eating with his wife. Sllade explained to them the situation, using the wife's worried nature as a tool to convince the warlock to leave the city for a while so that he could convince Honas the hit had been carried out. Pleased with Sllade's cutthroat attitude and willingness to kill, Honas brought Sllade aboard the Defias ship, the Mary. Sllade climbed the ranks in no time, not kissing ass but not saying no to the boss either. However, sufficient to say, the other Defias did not like Sllade as a newcomer. In fact, within five minutes of boarding the ship, Sllade had already begun to quarrel with half the crew, who quickly jumped to fight him. Sllade, more agile than those who came to attack him, was easily able to hold them off and send them falling to the ground in pain. Honas, satisfied with each demonstration of ferocity and power by Sllade, continued to boost him in the ranks, letting Sllade in further and further on their operations. After about a month of gaining Honas's trust and learning of his plans, Sarcie ordered Sllade to speak to Jorngen, Seargent of the Stormwind City Watch ((They were a fun bunch, and it makes me sad that they are not around that much anymore =[ )) and to arrange for a capture of Honas.
To Sllade's great surprise, Stillwater was a high-ranking official within the Watch and was assigned to work with Sllade on this case. Sllade, not at all happy with the assignment, protested but Sarcie merely said "Deal with it, get your job done." That night, Sllade called Honas into his "workshop", a small, empty, bar that Sllade had turned into a small laboratory where he developed various weapons, poisons, and tools for his trade. He offered Honas some of his "specially made cornbread". Coated within the delicious treat was a potent sedative which knocked Honas out within seconds of consumption. When Honas awoke, he found himself surrounded by Watchmen and Sllade standing behind them. Honas trembled with fury and screamed in insanity and wrath, calling Sllade a traitor and swore to get back at him. While he had earned Sarcastica's trust and respect as an agent, Sllade was left with a terrible scar within him. Honas, over the time of his work, had grown to be a good friend. And now, Sllade for the first time felt guilt and remorse for betraying a friend. Despite Sarcie and his friends' attempts to comfort him by saying he did the right thing, Sllade never let that wound go.
The Rise of "Pariah" and his Syndicate
To truly understand how Pariah and the Lost Syndicate (NOTE: The Syndicate of Chaos was a guild Niikita created to be a "sub-branch" of Pariah's Syndicate. Pariah never recognized them as an ally to his guild. He considered them nothing more than a nuisance. Syndicate of Chaos is NOT Pariah's Syndicate or any affiliate of it) came about, we must look far into the past, back in Sllade's early days of developing this persona, "Pariah". It should be kept in mind, however, that some of the recollections and records were a bit fuzzy and thus a few of the following events may be out of order or slightly skewed.
 
Post-Mission Stress
After the fall of Honas and his Defias uprising, Sllade was commemorated by Sarcie and his friends for a job well done, however deep inside he felt torn. Great remorse for his acts of betraying a friend began to mess with his mind, and he developed the concept of dual lives, dual personas. He sat down to speak with Sarcie one day and stated, quite simply, "I wish to be an SI:7 agent by day...and a kingpin in the underworld by night." Sarcie liked the idea, though said how she knew, from personal experience, that it was a dangerous realm. Sllade, brash as he was, ignored Sarcie's warning, and began to rally his friends together, under the alias of "Pariah". At first, this goal was to allow Sllade to have his eyes and ears within the criminal underworld, though most of the existing key players in the underworld had no interest in dealing with this "egotistical maniac named Pariah", so for a long time, Sllade's covert operation lay dormant. Records regarding the rise of Sllade as "Pariah" are a bit fractured, and most of it is based on hearsay. Regardless, for better or worse, Pariah and Sllade together left a lasting impact in the lives of all they had come in contact with.
First Blood
Eventually, Pariah's little underground group began to gain momentum. Pariah...Sllade...no longer wished to watch the underworld. He wanted to be part of it, he wanted to be someone everybody knew; a force to be reckoned with. However, at the same time, Sllade had to successfully keep the lives of Pariah and Sllade from bleeding into each other. And he was quite successful with this for quite some time. For a while, Pariah and his Syndicate were causing chaos and mayhem wherever they went, while Sllade went on with his work as an SI:7 agent. For some time, Sarcie was completely oblivious to what Sllade was doing once he took upon the identity of Pariah. One night, the Syndicate came in contact with a woman by the name of Glorele. Recounts of how Glorele came to find the Syndicate or what relations she had with them is unclear, however what is known is that the Syndicate wished to force Glorele into their ranks. To accomplish this, Pariah ordered that Glorele be kept prisoner and tortured into submission. Amongst this, Pariah decided to toy with Glorele's emotions. While the others of the Syndicate were cruel and harsh to her, Pariah tried presenting himself as the warm, caring, father-like type. However, despite his best efforts, Pariah was unable to fully turn Glorele to his cause, though when she gave in and agreed to join, Pariah was unconvinced. In his paranoia and insanity, he decided to test Glo's loyalty with more torture, ultimately ending with Sllade having a crazed death knight cannibalize her legs while he tore out her heart, burnt it before her eyes, and threw her corpse in a corner of the Forlorn Cavern for the mice to eat.
Unfortunately for Pariah and Sllade, however, Glorele had been resurrected; back with a vengeance and ready for Pariah's blood. This began the intense rivalry between Glorele and Pariah. Glorele had, after her resurrection, come in to contact with Sarcie, who offered her a place amongst the ranks of SI:7. Sllade, when he came in to work to find Glorele as his partner, was quite astonished. He knew he had to tread carefully to prevent his double life from being discovered, and for a long time he was able to keep his charade going. One day, Sarcastica called in Sllade to SI:7. Upon arriving at the door, Sllade heard the angry shouts of a dwarf and the calm responses of Sarcastica. Not wasting a moment, Sllade hid himself and listened to what the two were saying. The dwarf, as it turned out to be Brenthgar of the Ravenholdt Blades, was accusing Sarcie of keeping secrets from him and was complaining of the House of Grey. After Brenthgar left, Sllade sat with Sarcie, who instructed him to follow Brenthgar and see who he was meeting with and what he was doing with them. Sllade proceeded to shadow Brenthgar for the next few days, reporting back some distraught news, revealing that Brenthgar may not have been as loyal of an ally as Sarcie thought him to be.
Meanwhile, by night, Pariah was still out roaming, causing chaos wherever he went. One evening, he rallied his partners and decided that it was time for them to make their first kill within the city. Pariah ordered his female followers to head out to a bar and lure one unlucky bastard to an isolated place. After about twenty minutes, one of the followers called in Pariah to the catacombs of the Slaughtered Lamb, saying she had got someone. She had successfully sedated him and he was ready for transport. Around this time, the Syndicate had begun using the abandoned Temple of Atal'Hakkar as their meeting area and domain. They opened a portal and pulled in the sedated man and the female follower in. Once inside, Pariah and the Syndicate proceeded to torture and beat the man. As a final "signature", as Pariah called it, they branded the emblem of the Syndicate of Chaos into the man's right eye. A few days later, a man approached Pariah, and claimed to be a master of the man whom Pariah had tortured the previous night. The stranger told Pariah he was willing to negotiate some form of deal, and thus led the two to the antechambers of the Slaughtered Lamb. Little did Pariah know that the man had an ally hidden in the shadows, ready to ambush Pariah. After a few minutes of talking, push came to shove and the blades were drawn. Pariah held off the two ambushers as long as he could, waiting for his allies to arrive. Soon, it became a huge bloodbath, blades and shards of blood flying left and right. Amongst all this, Brenthgar had spotted Pariah go down and heard the sounds of fight. Brenth called in the First Regiment troops to come in and break apart the fight. Pariah was able to create a distraction by throwing himself at the troops which allowed for his allies to escape, except for one. The two were kept in the Stocks, saying they would have their trial as soon as the Council was available. However, the two did not stay imprisoned for long. The Syndicate ambushed the Stocks, rescuing their ally and their leader.
Brenthgar, Sllade, and Pariah
This, however, came to be Brenthgar's first encounter with Pariah and the Syndicate. This would lead not only to Brenthgar declaring Pariah as his nemesis, but it also lead to him speaking to Sarcastica about this Pariah and his Syndicate of Chaos. Sufficient to say, Sarcie was not pleased with what Sllade was doing in the dark and thus called him in and stripped him of his rank as an SI:7 Agent. She ordered him to leave and "get his shit together", or otherwise sort out his dual lives to keep Pariah from interfering with Sllade. At the time, Sllade and Glorele were partnered together to investigate the Syndicate of Chaos and Pariah, this new development left Pariah vulnerable to Glorele's investigations, without Sllade there to cover his tracks and mislead Glorele.
About a week or so after this that Sarcie was killed. Sllade found out from Brenthgar, who had been investigating Pariah and had called upon Sllade various times to help him find Pariah (Sllade, of course, misdirected Brenthgar each time and continuously fed him and the Blades false information). Upon seeing Sarcie's corpse, sliced in half down the middle, Sllade collapsed and roared out in rage. He picked up the body of his fallen mentor and friend, and attempted to put her back together. For hours, he labored, trying to put the body back together, using the corpse of a target he had killed and frozen a few days earlier to transplant organs. When finished, he stitched Sarcie back up from the middle and attempted to resurrect her, with the help of a priest. Unfortunately for Sllade, Sarcie's soul was too far gone to be torn back into Azeroth. Frustrated with this failure, Sllade rallied whatever allies were able to show up to Sarcie's funeral and gave out a call to arms, a hunt for Sarcie's killer. For Sllade, it was a simple revenge job, but for Brenthgar and the Blades, it was a very delicate diplomatic tie between the Blades and the House of Grey hanging at stake.
It was at this point that Brenthgar pulled Sllade aside and told him that this hunt could not go on; that the Greys had supposedly punished the killer of Sarcie, but Sllade did not care. He said he was going to "hunt the motherfucker to the ends of the earth". Despite Brenthgar's best attempts to reason with Sllade and calm him, Sllade would not listen, and thus Brenthgar finally said if Sllade were to kill Sarcie, that would mean Brenthgar would have to retaliate back at Sllade to show the Greys that he had no part in this. Sllade smirked and decided to reveal his great secret to Brenthgar; that he was in fact Pariah. The only other person who knew this at the time was Glorele, who had kept her silence, fearing what Sllade would do to her if he ever found out she spoke of it. Sllade suggested using the Syndicate as a scapegoat; not only would it give the Syndicate a name, but it would give retribution for Sarcie's murder. Brenthgar said he would have none of it and that if Sllade went on with this hunt, they would become arch nemeses. Sllade, in essence, shrugged and said so be it. He turned and walked away, and from then on, Sllade Nightshadow was gone. Pariah had taken over.
The Syndicate's Legacy
===Declaration of War===
After the meeting with Brenthgar, Sllade rallied his Syndicate and announced that the Ravenholdt Blades were now enemies with them and that they had to be careful of one another, make sure there were no traitors amongst them. That night, Glorele showed up and demanded in on the Syndicate. Pariah, already on edge from Brenthgar's declaration of war, ordered his men to bind Glorele and take her prisoner. They held her in their lair, torturing her to test for her loyalty. After hours of torture, Pariah agreed, yet was uneasy. He knew that Glorele knew who he was and that was a huge risk for him, but at the same time, he needed a neutral token, someone he could keep near Brenthgar and monitor his movements. Little did he know, however, Glorele had allied with Brenthgar first and was sent in there to monitor Pariah.
Not trusting Glorele for information, however, Pariah asked for a volunteer amongst the ranks to go in and keep an eye on Glorele and the Blades. His one daughter, Avalinnae, bravely volunteered. At first, Pariah insisted that she not go and someone else be found, but Ava was determined to go, and flat out told her father to either let her go scout or to have him deal with knowing that there was a blade behind him, ready to stab at any minute. After much negotiation, Pariah agreed to let Ava go. Ava disguised herself thoroughly and traveled to Ravenholdt Manor. Brenthgar and his men, on edge as well, did not receive Ava well. Upon her arriving, they immediately began beating and interrogating her. If not for Glorele, they would have surely killed her. Glorele, there reporting to Brenthgar, told the men to lay down their arms and stop acting so paranoid. The men obeyed, and Ava left, enraged, and said she wanted nothing to do with the Blades, a perfect cover for her to leave the Manor and head back to report to her father of Glorele's treachery. Pariah, enraged with his foolishness of allowing Glorele in, threw an initial fit of rage, but then realized that Glorele had not found out too much and whatever information she now knew Pariah could use to control and manipulate Brenthgar. Thus, Pariah began a wild goose chase to lead Brenthgar and his Blades on, to have them on his fingertips. It began with telling Glo of a meeting, a fake, staged meeting. He knew full well that Glo would tell Brenthgar and that Brenthgar himself, or one of his higher-ups, would come to investigate. During the "meeting" Pariah handed a black envelope to his Syndicate followers.
===Brenthgar's Fatal Folly===
Brenthgar was watching this entire exchange from the shadows. He watched as Pariah handed a black envelope to everyone and kept one for himself. As the meeting came to a close, Pariah left his home to take the tram to Stormwind. He did not go to the tram to get to Stormwind, however. He knew Brenthgar or one of his goons would be following him and attempt to ambush him to recover the black envelope. He wanted to make Brenthgar or whoever caught him feel special, to think that this was a genuine catch. He walked into the tram station. It was cold, dark, and empty as always. Pariah sat there, waiting. He knew one of Brenthgar's men was behind him. And to his great delight, Pariah was ambushed by Brenthgar. The dwarf smacked Pariah over the head with a cudgel, and Pariah fell with a smirk on his face, though Brenthgar wouldn't be able to tell behind the elf's mask. He took the black envelope from Pariah's pocket and read it with horror. The letter planned an attack on some key people Brenthgar knew. The dwarf wasted no time, he sped off to deliver the news. Pariah awoke not long after, he checked his pockets to make sure the envelope was taken. He chuckled and walked out, declaring to his Syndicate over their comm device that Brenthgar had taken the bait and that their plan was in motion.
Several days later, Brenthgar went to the spot listed in the letter where Pariah was to supposedly ambush the target listed on the letter, wanting to catch Pariah in the act. Pariah and his Syndicate ambushed Brenthgar and what little reinforcements he had brought along. Brenthgar had, unfortunately for Pariah, managed to escape. However, Pariah had managed to capture one of Brenthgar's men. Him and his Syndicate were lit with glee at the horrible things that this poor bastard had in store for him. They wasted no time, they took the Blade member hostage and began doing what they do best; torture. They tortured Brenthgar's man for a good two hours, after which they proceeded to butcher up the man's body, carving the Syndicate insignia on the man's chest. They wrapped the dead man neatly in gift wrap paper, tied a ribbon around it, and Pariah made sure to attach a small card to it, which read as follows:
Dear Brenthgar,
I hope you do enjoy your present. The Syndicate and I worked quite hard to make it...just right for you. I hope that this little token can help you understand better what my followers and I are capable of. I hope you will reconsider your choice to wage war with us, for if not, this will definitely not be the first gift you find on your doorstep.
With regards, your friend,
Pariah
And so it was done. Brenthgar returned to the Manor to find one of his own mutilated and humiliated, as though death were not enough, Pariah went on to use the cadaver as a display of power.
===Revenge and Pariah's Fall===
A few days later, Brenthgar called a meeting of all Blades at the Manor. Pariah was told that Glorele herself would be there. Determined to catch the leak, Pariah himself snuck into the Manor, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take Glorele. After a while of waiting, Glorele finally moved to the edge of the cliff that Ravenholdt Manor stood on, looking out at the distance as Lokhir approached her. She turned as he began to speak to her, and the second she did, Pariah appeared from the shadows, one arm holding Glorele tight and the other arm holding a long, sharp dagger to her throat. Pariah knew from the minute he ambushed Glorele that Brenth, and likely several others in the Blades, had build some kind of attachment to her. Whether it be as comrades and friends or, as most men seemed to, have some kind of physical attraction to her. Pariah backed over the edge of the cliff, slowly, warning the others to back away. He took a look back, and smirked beneath his mask. The cliff drop wasn't high enough that it would be fatal or cause a heavy injury. He turned back to the Blades, chuckled, and stepped back, over the cliff, taking Glorele with him. The rest of the Blades quickly ran to their mounts, to take the long way down the mountain, and follow Pariah. Pariah wasted no time, he called for his moonsaber, threw Glorele on, and rode off to the rendezvous point with his Syndicate. Once they were together, they snuck out of the Arathi region and were summoned to the Temple of Atal'Hakkar by two men they had stationed there. Glorele was in for a world of hurt. They took her into one of the recessing chambers of the temple, the same place they tortured the last person they captured. They chained Glorele up, and Pariah let his men do the torturing while he proceeded to interrogate Glorele. Occasionally, he would get frustrated with his men for not torturing her hard enough, so he would pull out his short-bladed knife, hold it in the fire until it became red hot, and stab it into Glorele's frail body. They proceeded to torture her for about an hour until she finally caved and swore allegiance to Pariah. This was music to his ears, he chuckled and said, mockingly, "Glo, you abandon all your morals and beliefs to make the pain stop? I am disappointed." Pariah turned to walk out the chamber, but stopped halfway, looked over his shoulder, and said, "But I don't make the same mistake twice. Syndicate, finish off playing with her, then kill her. Slowly." With that, he left the room, the screams of Glo echoing through the temple, followed shortly after by a blade slicing through flesh and then silence.
==The Fall of Pariah==
Every story has its end. No king rules forever, no matter how great or evil they are. Pariah was no exception. After about two or three months of his reign of chaos, the end was nearing. He had made too many enemies, even with those within his own ranks. Before he knew it, everyone was out to kill him. Glorele wanted Pariah dead, so did every ally she had, as Pariah had at one point wronged them or attacked them in some way, shape, or form. Pariah's demise came by an external hand. A man, who never truly revealed his identity, approached Pariah, and told him his time was up. The man swung a cudgel over Pariah's head, and when he woke up he found himself in a cold, dark cell. And for the next three months, he was trapped in there, filled with his own madness. In a sense, this was good for Sllade, it gave him time to understand Pariah, an entity he had created to isolate a part of his psyche he did not fully understand nor, at the time, wanted to.
Eventually, with days of nothing to do but sit there and talk to himself, Sllade began to understand. He always isolated Pariah as being another person, that Pariah was not him but rather some external force acting through him. This was not the case, as Sllade soon learned. He spent months in that cell, screaming in dementia and sometime in agony as he tore away at his own flesh, trying to get Pariah to come out. Towards the end of his time, he realized that Pariah was in fact him, and no one else. That Pariah was everything dark and evil in the world that Sllade loved and that he wanted to be. Sllade, after his three months in the cell, knew what he was. He realized that, indeed, part of him was a monster. A horrible creation out to devour happiness and cause sorrow out of sadist glee. The other part of him, however hidden, was a loving father. He loved his daughter, Ava, and the rest of those he considered close enough to be family. But there was one thing from Pariah that he kept forever, and that was his sadist, malicious, nature. No matter how much love he showed or received from his family, he always wanted to hurt someone. He wanted to see their pain, he wanted the thrill he felt as they begged for mercy, it excited him. He wanted it, he wanted to cause destruction, he just had to have entropy and despair. One night, the thoughts in his head were especially tormenting. He couldn't bear to listen to his own thoughts, and so he turned to mutilating himself, to have the pain null the voices in his head. No matter what he did, the voices grew louder. Sllade clawed at his face, ripping deep into his flesh, creating deep crags around the right side of his face. He began to pound on the window near his cell until it broke. He reached down and picked up one of the pieces of broken glass. He brought the glass to his left eye and slit his eyeball open, letting all the blood and fluids rush out. Eventually, he passed out from the loss of blood. When he woke up, sun was rolling in through the window, but he could only see out of his right eye. He picked up the bloodstained piece of glass and looked at himself. His face was a sight of complete horror and macabre; there were deep crags and complexions on his right cheek where he had clawed at the night before, and his left eyeball was brown, dry, and shriveled up, and was hanging out of his empty eye socket. It cost him an eyeball and the remains of his sanity for his captor to be satisfied.
==Sllade's Short Return==
After what seemed like a lifetime of imprisonment to Sllade, he was released by his mysterious captor. Crazed with the whispers of his own voice and Pariah, and driven mad with the revelations of himself, Sllade was unable to cope with being dropped back to his family and the regular world. However hard he tried to cope, he felt restless, hearing the whispers of Pariah and his Syndicate call to him, taunting him with the thoughts of a revival. It was at this point, with his sanity and conscience completely gone, Sllade chose to listen to Pariah's voice once more, and embrace killing as his creed.
===Old Habits Die Hard===
He wanted to punish those he hated, but he knew it would be too difficult to go up to it alone, and so he had to pick out someone who was equally hated by others. This someone happened to be Sarah "Crimsonfate" Sutton. Sllade knew quite well that Sarah had made quite a few enemies over the years, and he knew exactly who they were. Sllade also knew of various people he could easily manipulate to helping him. Without further pause, Sllade set to work. He began working Crim's trust with him, convincing her that he was a friend. Meanwhile, he met with Lokhir, a man who had been quite helpful in the past but equally as deceitful to Sllade. With Lokhir on his side came a few extra people willing to help; friends of his who would be more than happy to hurt Crim. Lokhir had one big advantage that was of interest to Sllade; he was friends with Mepth, a Warlock who was Crim's husband at the time. Lokhir was able to keep Mepth nulled as Sllade worked his strings with Sarah. After some time of work, Sarah had come to trust Sllade enough for his plan to work. Sllade intended to make every last moment of Sarah's life a living hell; every last second make her feel fear, to have her on edge and toy with her until he made his killing blow.
Sllade crafted a disguise for himself; one that hid his face and made him appear almost like a phantom. One night, he stole in to Sarah's house and attacked her. The frail woman was caught off guard and Sllade was easily able to pin her to a corner. He branded her with a demonic rune, crafted by a Warlock who took gold and asked no questions, which would allow at all times for him to see in to her mind and speak to her whenever he pleased. With that, Sllade took both of Sarah's children and told her that if she wanted to see them again, she would do all that he told her. With that, he had vanished. For the next few weeks, Sarah was Sllade's puppet. She did what he told her, for fear of seeing her children mutilated. She broke the hearts of friends and men who hungrily longed for her. Sllade made her attack and kill people who used to be her friends. For his grand masterpiece, Sllade wanted to lure her to her home and taunt her, break her emotionally and mentally until she would begin to sob uncontrollably, and then he would stab his knife through the back of her head. Sllade called to Sarah through the rune and showed her child in the corner, with a gun pointed to its head. He said that if she did not hurry he would pull the trigger. Sarah dropped all that she was holding and darted for her home in the outskirts of Dun Morough. Sllade taunted her the entire time, saying he was growing impatient. She was a hundred yards from the house when Sllade said he grew weary of waiting and, in the image, pulled the trigger, letting Sarah see her child on the ground, its brains and blood splattered everywhere. Sarah fell in the snow and broke down, sobbing. She began to crawl through the snow towards her house, visibly in sight. She stumbled in through the door, and found her child just fine, sitting in its crib, smiling up at his mother. As soon as she arrived, Sllade threw her across the room, letting a few punches fly to her face. He told her that he was going to beat her to near-death and then make her watch as he slit her children's throats. Sllade's plans were abruptly interrupted as Sarah's allies barged in through the front door and attacked him, peeling off his mask and discovering who he really was. Sllade, heavily injured by the attack, barely managed to escape with his life. He slipped into the shadows and slithered away like a scared snake.
===Sllade's Demise===
It was not long after that Sarah reported Sllade's acts to her friends and Glorele. Upon hearing of Sllade's horrific acts and deceit, they captured him and dragged him to the basement of SI:7. Sllade looked around to find everyone there: Mepth, Lokhir, Sidorio, Sarah, Sarcastica, and Glorele. They were all there to bring justice for his crimes, by killing him the same way he killed his foes; slowly and painfully. Sllade requested that he write a letter to his daughter, Avalinnae, saying goodbye. Glorele, being very close to Ava, agreed and handed Sllade a piece of parchment and a pen. Sllade wrote to Ava, telling her of his demise and telling her that she had to escape Stormwind, for fear of certain people coming to hurt her. Once he had finished, he handed the folded letter to Glorele to give to Ava, and then sat straight, his chin up and his chest out. He grinned his usual, sly, grin and said, "I regret nothing that I did. All that I did to all of you, I enjoyed every last second of it." He turned his head to Sarcastica and chuckled, remembering back to his days in SI:7.
One night, Sllade stumbled across Sarcie waiting outside of a funeral procession. He hid behind a corner and watched as she dug up the body, injected it with something, and then proceeded to fornicate. Sllade immediately pulled out his Gnomish Recording Device and recorded the sounds of Sarcie making love to a dead body. About a week after, he presented this to her and blackmailed her with it, saying he wished for special privileges within SI:7 as well as a promotion and the removal of Glorele from the ranks. Sarcie refused to remove Glorele, but agreed to give Sllade some more space, allowing Pariah to grow more from thereon out.
Sllade chuckled and stared Sarcie down. When she asked what he was laughing about Sllade replied, "So, Sarcie...are you going to fuck my body too when they're done with it?" Sarcie's face went a bright red as all the eyes turned to face her. She walked up and kicked Sllade in the face with her boot, breaking his nose. With that, the bloodbath begin; they began to beat and mutilate him. Glorele swung her arms wildly, slicing at every last inch of Sllade's body, not long after stabbing her dagger into his good eye and ripping that out. They continued until his grunts of pain stopped and his body went limp. He was sitting on the ground, in a pool of his own blood. They took his corpse and threw it into the canal, leaving him for the rumored crocodile to eat.
===Escape===
It was some time after that Fith'Rious, Ava's blind husband, was walking along the street with his worg pup, Spike. Spike began to bark loudly and leaped into the water. A few seconds later, the pup came out of the water, Sllade's arm in his jaw, yanking him out of the canal. Fith felt around, trying to find what Spike had dragged out. He gasped with horror as his hands ran across the mutilated face that was his father's. Fith grabbed the body and ran it to a safer location, waiting for Ava to arrive. Ava had just received Sllade's letter and was in hysterics when she arrived. She broke down completely when she saw the mutilated corpse of her father, drenched in the dirty canal water. The two wrapped Sllade's body and hid it in their horse-pulled cart. They packed all that they had, along with Sllade, and travelled north to Eversong, to escape as far away as they could from Alliance lands, away from those that meant them harm.
Upon arrival at Silvermoon, the family found refuge and went to seek out a priest to bring Sllade back. Lucky for them, a priest happened to be nearby and more than willing and able to help them out. Sllade awoke, in a soft, luxurious bed in a small house outside of Silvermoon. He looked about and found Ava in the other room with Fith, Spike, and their two baby sons. Sllade had woken up a good month or so after Ava and Fith dragged him out of the canal in Stormwind. This was his life now; a family life in a beautiful meadow, out in Eversong Woods.