Finally Another Story by Carterian

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Finally Another Story by Carterian
:- by Carterian
Look at this place. So dark, so gloomy... I can even see the feet walking past the gutter where I lay in this excuse for a cell. Where's the hospitality of Stormwind? It lays in the halls of the palace, thats where. 
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<BR>And they tell me to reflect on my actions, but they cannot control my thoughts. Only I can control my thoughts. No one else. Atleast...I used to think that. But the voice...the voice... 
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<BR>Whats this? Music playing? Oh, my lucky day...one day...thank you, thank you. You must know I am here, bringers of joy! My favorite music is from that violin...play all day, my friend, please. The music is calming...calming... 
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It all happened last month...the warlocks...all of them...my friends. They were my fishing pole and I was the bait. 
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<BR>I...was lured by them...their power, their offerings, their safety, their...presense. Someone to have, finally...I would have been a fool to reject. But their plan was meant to work, and it did just that.
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<BR>Their job...so...odd. Why would they want me to steal such a worthless book? It's pages were blank...that ruddy piece of garbage. But no! No, they NEEDED it, and it NEEDED to be handled with the uttermost delicasy. 
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<BR>So I bring them the so called book, and they take it from me with no thanks! I guessed they were excited, but...do you thank the bait every time you catch a fish? 
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<BR>My next task was far more...interesting. Go bring us some roots from the apothacary, why dont you? Oh, sure, easy enough. Why roots? I had asked, but IT WAS SO CONFIDENTIAL!!! 
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<BR>I didn't ask questions, I just did as I was told. I caught another fish, which they took in quickly and payed attention to the fish, but the bait was almost used up. 
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<BR>What did I get myself into? Oh, I know, my life in the depressing cells of Stormwind, my home...my life. 
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<BR>The bait was almost used up, but it would be used to catch one more fish. The prized fish, that will be the best of all. The fish was not a fish, however. It was the head of a skeleton. No, just a skeleton, they had told me. Yeah, right. 
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<BR>My journey to the graves of Duskwood proved to be most fun! But as the mindless bait I was, I got the fish, and was reeled in by those seductive warlocks. 
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<BR>Now there was no bait left, but they still gave me a job! Go meet a contact in cut-throat alley for your pay, they had told me so nicely, with smiles of warmth, yet something felt odd. 
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<BR>I went to cut-throat alley that night, and met the contact. The contact was a Stormwind Guard who was supposedly tipped off. Mmmhmmm, TIPPED OFF. One can only guess, hmm? 
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<BR>No one would hear my words, for no one listens to men who are already dead. Association with a cult is signing the blood pact in your heart. Its done. Your done. 
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<BR>No! Dont stop playing! They are the warlocks, those musicians. Bringing life, then ending it at their own will for their own selfish needs. 
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<BR>What is this, a decent meal? Oh no, its just the usual crap they give me. 
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<BR>I am dead, and the food is the magic that will speed up the decomposing process. 
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