Ralph Riddle

**Ralph Riddle** was a priest.

# Description

The man in front of you is only 30 years of age. He has the looks of his youth but it is clear that he carries himself with the age and wisdom of someone who has lived and seen much more than anyone of age should have. He stands with an almost cocky posture and a charming smile yet it is clear he cares and would help any in need. You can tell just by looking at him that there is much more to this man then meets the eyes.

Ralph has seen better days his face looks dark and worn like he hasn't slept well in days. you cannot see his eyes under his hood but if you could they would look cold and dark and looking into them you would only see fear and pain.

His voice is that of Ian Somerhalder

The song that best goes with him is Monster by skillet.

# History

His history is one of pain and torrment. It started when he was but a boy in Lordaeron when the undead came. He saw his mother torn apart infront of him.
His father saved him and they became Scarlets. The scarlets helped him to use the light but as events unfolded His father and him ran from the Crusade for their lives.

He spent a huge part of his life in Stormwind training to become a priest of the light. He became a priest and sortly after rejoined a renewed Scarlet Crusade. He advanced in the ranks until he was the Vicar to the High abbot.

Unknown to him at the time his mother now risen as a Forsaken and now a shadow priest had been keeping an eye on him. When she learned of him in the Crusade she invaded his mind until he went mad or was on the brink of going mad. With his mother in his head he started to dive into shadow magic until it was all he wanted to do but he did not wish to stop useing the light. His mother kept trying to break him even going to far as to teach him Necromancy and force him to raise the dead and force others to serve him but no matter what she did he never stoped useing the light. His mother was about to give up on him until fate seemed to step in. He fell inlove with a women. A warlock women, She drove him deeper and deepering into his shadow magic even to the point she begged him to give up the light. He was so in love that he did it without another thought.

He went to a village and without a 2nd thought kill them all and raised him as undead. This act was so cruel, so heartless that the light left him. He dived once more into his shadow magic and became a pure shadow priest like his mother always wanted. Fearing the Crusade finding out what he did he left them only to find out later that almost everything he did was because of his mother. when he found out her fate it drove him over the edge.

When he found out his mother had been in his head he started looking into ways to stop her. He grew stronger in shadow magic and even learned all he could about Necromancy to try and find a way to keep her out of his head. He found nothing until his love mentioned somthing to him. She told him "You know a warlock can block their mind with Fel magic." It was all he needed to hear. He then went out into the world to find a "Master" to teach him to be a truely great warlock if only so he could one day kill his mother.

His training goes well as he has already learned so much about shadow magic. He is now focused on Fire magic then he must find somone he trusts to teach him Fel magic to complete his turn to a warlock and to fully protect his mind.

As time has passed Riddle has learned much about Fel magic and has learned to control demons. His fasionation with power knows no end as he has been exparamenting with Sha and demon blood and demon souls...all he knows is he must get stronger to kill his mother.

## Riddle and the Sha of Pride

Night had fallen over the Vale of eternal blossoms, Riddle stood on a mountain overlooking the destruction  caused by the Sha of Pride. As he over looked it all a sick smile formed on his face not as if it could be seen. His whole face was covered by the twisted suit of Sha skin he had created. If someone were to look up and see him they might run in fear, His whole suit seemed to crawl and move in this part of the Vale. Sense the moment the unknown to him, Heart of the old one was dropped into the waters he felt a surge of power he had never imagined. He no longer took the suit off the power more addicting to him than any amount of Fel power he could find.

As he looked out he noticed all of the little Sha roaming about and as he looked he felt them. The connection he felt was hard to explain while he was sure the Sha he used to make his suit where dead he felt as if they were no longer. He felt connected to the Sha as if he could understand what they truly wanted....freedom. So long..so long had the Sha been contained and now they were free and he could feel it inside him that same feeling, for too long Riddle had been contained, to long had he been hiding and to scared to act, No longer. he felt the true power of the Sha and with the last one merged with his suit he knew he would have even more power, He could feed off every negative emotion around him and he would turn it all into power, the power he needed to crush his enemy's and stop hiding. As he looked down at the Sha he felt the emotions they gave off what they fed off....Pride. Riddle closed his eyes and felt the emotions in his suit. It hungered, He knew there was a great battle coming and there at that place he would have all the Anger, Despair, Doubt, Fear, Hatred, and Violence that he would need but first he needed to complete his work, he needed Pride and his suit would be complete.

Riddle looked down from his peak and grinned, as he made his way down he started to think of his past, how once his very idea would have sickened him or how in the Crusade he would have fought to kill people like him but that was long ago when he was foolish and stupid. Some would say the Sha could not be controlled, some would say that it is the Sha that control you but Riddle knew better. Now that he had made it to the ground he looked at the Sha and slowly started to move to them. He was no fool, the Sha were a weapon and who better to master them and control them then him. The Sha were power and strength and a gift. Riddle was not weak he knew the Sha could not control him.

It did not take long. As Riddle walked he left dead Sha behind him. He was looking for something he did not want the weak ones he wanted the stronger ones. There close to the goblin mine he found what he wanted. with a flash of green and the echo's of its death he started to move closer. Riddle looked down at the body of the great Sha he had just killed. These would be the start, He gave a sick grin as he removed his Sha twisted staff from his back and pointed the tip at the Sha body. He just touched it to the body and as if commanded the body melted and seemed to merge into the staff. Slowly the new pride Sha worked its way slowly down the staff to his hand where it clawed up into his arm and shoulder before finally fully merging with his suit. He took a deep breath as he felt the suit grow stronger but he needed more..much more. One by one he killed more of the greater Pride Sha and merged them into his suit. As he grew closer to the mine his felt a pull as if in a trace he moved into the mind and followed the rails. He soon came to a cave in and frowned.  He turned and move upward until he reached a large door...this is the way to what he wanted. Riddle tried and failed to open the large door and glared at it. his last words would send chills up his own spine "Your here..I can feel you and I will have you for my own..this door may block me now but soon others will come and I will use them to have you...I will not be stopped." He slowly turned and walked away back out the mine waiting for the time to come where he would be able to reach the prize he knew belonged to him.

## Riddle and the Death of the Sha

Riddle stood on a cliff overlooking the city of Orgrimmar, flames and smoke spread thought out his view as the Alliance and Horde rebels seized the city. He had not planned to be here..Riddle wanted nothing to do with this pointless fight between the weak but he felt called to this place, he needed to be here even if he did not understand why. The gates to the city had been broken down..bodies and medal lay all along the ground as the forces charged into the city to confront Hellscream but Riddles eyes fell on a group of people flowing into the city, his eyes locked onto one women and he gave a large sigh. The women he saw was his wife Mia. She must have joined Dalaran in the fight. He swore to himself knowing at that moment it was impossible for him to walk away..he had to protect her.

Riddle turned to face the rock next to him and waved his hand, Green Fel fire started to crave runes into the stone until it stopped and with the extra boost of power from Riddle a gateway opened and a single Felguard marched out of it glaring at Riddle. Riddle looked away from it and started to move to the path leading down to the city speaking to the demon "Come beast..we have killing to do." With a grunt and without much choice the Felguard followed. Riddle and his demon made it to the gates looking around at the disaster around them, even now the Kor'kron fought with the other races trying to push them back. while riddle was covered in his Sha skin suit he was still one man out of more than he could count and was ignored.  Earlier in the week he had been attacked and his arm injured by a worgen, he had not bothered to wrap it or anything and he could feel it festering under his armor, He knew better then to go into a full scale war hurt so he looked around the gates and at last saw what he wanted. Off to the side he saw a Kor'kron grunt fighting with a human and it was clear who was about to win. He made his way close to the two fighting and as he got close the Orc took his great axe and cleaved the man in two ending their fight, The Orc turned to look for more victims but he was stopped, as he turned and riddle's staff now shaped into a blade at the end stabbed though the Orc. Blood came from its mouth as he looked on in horror at the person who had stabbed him. Riddle was still fully covered in his Sha skin it crawling and moving on his body the hideous Sha like mouth moving as if ready to eat the Orc. Riddle raised his hand up to the Orc "Your Life is useless monster, let me put it to better use." At his words he started to suck the very life from the Orc feeling it strengthen him. As the Orc slowly died he could feel the skin on his arm healing and becoming whole again..while he did this he could also feel his suit feeding off the Orc's emotions...fear...doubt..anger..it flowed into the suit giving Riddle even more power until as last the Orc fell lifeless to the ground. Riddle looked to his arm then to the Orc on the ground kicking it to the face before walking into the city to find his wife.

Every step Riddle took into the city seemed to put him on edge, he felt strange as if he was being watched. He shook his head trying to clear his head. He could hear his heart beating in his head with every step he took it. As he got closer to the battle it echoed now pounding as his eyes scanned the battlefield.  Death was all around him and he felt the emotions of every person there..it was maddening so much anger and hate..yet so much doubt from both sides and the fear..the raw fear from battle and of risking your life. This Sha suit sucked it down like candy the Jade that was placed all over his armor to keep the Sha in check crackled with raw power from converting so much emotion to power for him. He looked on at the fight and pointed to a group fighting his Felguard grunting and charging into the fight as if commanded without a word from him. It took some time but after a while he saw his wife..Mia was fighting an Orc of her own..A dark shaman from the looks of him. Riddle thought of moving to help her but he just stood there watching. He was so impressed at her as he watched her fight holding her own with this Shaman. He remembered a time when he thought she would never be able to fight on her own but clearly this proved him wrong. He looked around him for a moment wounding why he was not being attacked. He noticed both Alliance, Horde and Kor'kron come at him many times but they all became overcome with fear or doubt from his armor and ran..they all ran from their emotions right into the blades of others, This brought a worry to Riddles mind as he was not doing it. The Sha-skin had always obeyed him but never had acted on its own before but it was clearly doing so now. Foolishly he ignored the fact as he turned back just in time to see his wife kill the Shaman. He watched the lifeless body of the shaman fall but he also watched as she fell to her knees and he at once began moving to her. His own fears now fed into his suit and all this battlefield every emotion ran wild and uncontrolled more than he had ever felt or ever accounted for. Unknown to him as he made his way to his wife the jade all along his armor started to crack. As he got to Mia he kneeled down looking at her, he removed the jade tied to his head and let it fall to the ground yet another mistake he did not account for. His helm melted away into the rest of the suit so she could see it was him and he saw her smile.   He took a deep breath as he found that she had only been cut along her leg that had made her fall but she would be fine. He looked her dead in the eyes and smiled "Relax..I am here now and It is my turn to kill them, take care of your leg." She nodded at him and he turned his head turned to a large group of Kor'kron fighting near the gate to the Drag. HE got to his feet and started to move to them. His suit reformed the helm on his head and with each step he drew in more power from his armor the pounding in his head growing lauder and lauder.  About half way to the Kor'kron they noticed him and He could see the warriors raising their axes and the Shamans bending forces to their will to ready to fight. He took another step and all he heard was a loud cracking and a small explosion as all the jade over his armor shattered from the strain of channeling so much energy. It did not take long for Riddles pride to overwhelm his whole mind "I do not need the jade..the Sha are mine to control!" His words echoed though his mind until he heard the scout of a Kor'kron off to the side. "You traitorous scum! You work with corpses and Human pigs!" Riddle stopped dead in his tracks his head turning to the Orc and he saw he was shouting at a troll, Riddles mind seemed to flip as the pounding became worse and he looked around him. He no longer saw a war, He no longer saw The Alliance and the Horde..all he saw was races working with the Forsaken..the race that destroyed his land, that killed his family..that destroyed his life. Almost like it was commanded the Felguard that had been attacking Kor'kron turned and cleaved 2 Forsaken and a Night elf that had been fighting with them and turned to attack more of them now ignoring the Kor'kron.  Thoughts started to race though his head..until one thought ripped though his mind a thought so powerful so absolute that it became all he cared about, all he wanted and all he would do...it echoed over and over again "The Heart must be protected." With that one thought whatever was left of Ralph Riddle vanished as he was completely overwhelmed by the very suit he had put together, by the very Sha he had sought to control.

Riddle opened his eyes and his eyes locked onto a group of Humans trolls and Forsaken all running at the same Kor'kron he has been walking to and with no remorse or feeling he lifted his hands Fel fire erupting from his hands onto the battle field setting the group on fire and the Kor'kron finished them off. They looked at him confused then they must have decided it must have been one of Hellscreams experiments because they ran past him back into battle Riddle now right behind them fighting on Hellscreams side.

Riddle followed the Kor'kron from group of fighting to the next. He set them on fire infected them with Sha or had his Felguard cleave them in two. There was no mercy for anyone he looked at until he heard a voice cry out from behind him, Mia's voice. Mia had returned to the battle only to find Riddle murdering everyone but who he was suppose to. The shock, horror, and hurt was clear on her face as she stood in front of him now begging him to stop. She kept screaming that this was not him and that the man she loved would never fight for the Orcs. Riddle's eyes seemed to open again as he moved to her. He could see the tears streaming down her face, she begged him to wake up. His hand slowly move to her face and he picked up a single tear the water corrupting and dripping to the ground. He looked at her laughing before he turned from her. She grabbed his hand trying to stop him begging with everything she was for him to stop this. Something must have been left of Riddle for the Sha Armor did not corrupt her. that was all the control he must have had because he took his staff the shape blade like end of it quickly moving to cut her head off as he turned just before the blade reached her Riddle was blasted with a huge blast of Arcane energy causing him to fly back hitting a wall and falling to the ground. Mia turned to see Damon Halliwell moving to her and he grabbed her by the shoulder  "He is gone Mia, He has been gone for a long time..you just have been to blind to see it. Dont get yourself killed this is war!" As Riddle looked up he saw them moving away and he blanked out the Sha taking full control of him again.

Riddle did not know how long he had been fighting for or how many he had killed or if he knew them or not but it was no matter to him he did not even care. He moved along the city fighting side by side with the Kor'kron many of them falling to his suits corruption making them stronger for it if a little bit more insane. Riddle once more found himself in the Valley of Strength fighting off the attack when something started to happen. Riddle seemed to walk up he was now aware of what was going on around him, the suit seemed to be slowing in its control and attacks and the pounding the annoying beating in his head was faster than ever, too fast. Riddle heard a gut ranching scream in his own head he grabbed his head wanting it to stop.  It felt like it went on for hours but it was really only a few moments then the screaming stopped..and so did the Sha. Riddle for the first time sense he started to experiment with the Sha was awake, He was wide awake and could think but that was only a side issue for him as he all of the sudden felt a hunger, a sick need as his very armor... his suit melted..it melted right off of him. The Sha the one thing he had prided himself on the thing he that he given him so much power was dead...he could feel nothing not any emotions but his own . The Puddle on the ground that had once been his Sha armor now vanished gone from sight and dead. Shouts could be heard coming from the drag and as they came closer more voices shouted the message "HELLSCREAM HAS BEEN DEFEATED!" The remaining Kor'Kron stunned and horrified where quickly taken out or put into chains. Riddle knelt there in just a pair of cloth pants staring into space. his power...all of this power was gone...and worse yet he had not controlled anything, he had been the one controlled. He remembered it all now, everything he had done every horror, ever word, every knife to the back..he had attacked and almost killed his own wife, sided with a monster. He had even gotten so prideful as to attack the guards of Stormwind..showing his face..what had he done!

A dwarf had been looking at him when the Sha armor fell off of him. He Dwarf spit on the ground and took his great two handed hammer and walked over to Riddle holding the Hammer High in the air "You, are a Monster and a coward..I will free this world of your filth!" Riddle looked up at the dwarf pure fear coming over him seeing the hammer and being powerless to do anything but wait for the blow. Just as the Hammer was coming down Riddle was pulled out of the way and the Dwarf's throat was cut and he fell to the ground dying. Riddle was dragged behind a large stack of boxes. He did not know what was going on the hunger and pain overwhelming him from losing so much power and now unable to feel the emotions of others was like losing a sense to him..he was weak and powerless and afraid. Slowly the world seemed to focus and only then did he notice the awful smell around him and the cold bony hands that held him behind the crates. A cold voice he knew all to tell spoke to him "You're a Moron, thinking you could control the Sha.." He looked up only to see his Forsaken mother on any other moment he would try and kill her but he was so out of it all he could say was "I..I thought I could.." She shook her head at him her cold glare making him feel even worse. "Now I have to keep you alive you Moron..I am not letting you die here..you have more important things to die for." She dragged him off to the side and being the loving mother she was cracked him over the head and he blacked out.

Riddle found himself waking up in a burned down house in the Eastern Plagelands. He sat up holding his head looking around as if he was a child lost and alone. He found a note by his body that had only one word on it "survive!"

## The Death of Ralph Riddle

Riddle appeared with a blast of fire inside of a room. The Crystal he used to escape death seemed to back fire, as he took a deep breath trying to push away the pain of his burns he looked up at the only man in the room besides him. It was no other then Baldrec Ashcroft. Riddle could not help but start to laugh. The pure humor of this very moment did not escape him. Of course it would be Baldrec, Lifelong friend and Scarlet brother. “Of course it would be you my old friend, who else would I appear in front of at this moment.” Riddle looked around the room and it at last dawned on him that fate had played a part in this place and time. As he looked around he knew this place well. It was the Scarlet dining room in the same place he first became a scarlet. Riddle slowly got to his feet and chuckled “So then..fate has made itself clear…Is it to end where it all started my old friend?” Baldrec nodded and the two spoke for a sort time remembering their days as Scarlets when life was simple.

At last the time came for the end and Riddle was ready. He knew that there was no escaping it this time. His soulstone had been hunted down and destroyed and even he had tried to run from death he only walked right into it. Deep down Riddle had always known that it would come down to this moment…him and Baldrec face to face only one leaving alive but this time he had no fight left. He was burned and weak and at last ready to let go. Riddle took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Baldrec shot out blast of Holy Light at him and Riddle fell to his knees. He looked up at Baldrec their eyes met. Baldrec nodded and pulled out his sword “Goodbye old friend.” With those last words from Baldrec he pushed his sword into Riddles chest close to the heart to end it quickly. Even at the end Riddle could not let Baldrec win the age old fight between them and grabbed his staff and pushed the sharp end into baldlec pushing all of his Fel energy into him and whispering one last think “I may die…but at least I die a free man.” Riddle would then breathe his last and fall to the cold ground as the world around him turned black.

Riddle next memory is of light..pure warm and loving light. He felt at peace and clam. He heard the voices of all the people he had lost in life. He heard the words of forgiveness and as they spoke to him he yelled out “Why? I was a horrible evil man…how do I deserve this?” Voices replied “You were never evil..you did what you thought was best..you have of yourself in ways other would never have and while you stayed from your path you always tried to do what you could even when no one knew of it…for that you are forgiven. Riddle smiled and at last felt at peace…..then something horrible and unthinkable happened….He woke up!  Or at least that is what he says.

## Riddle the Forsaken

Riddle did not take to life as an undead as he thought he would. While he seemed to embrace his new life even feeling like he had been born for it this new undeath proved to bring about new unforeseen problems. The main problems for him was his now lack of balance and control. Like so many times before in his life his powers had been reduced. He found himself having problems controlling his Fel magic and even more problems getting his Demons to summon. His pride wounded and his skills lacking seemed to come together in a beautiful harmony of chaos for him. Having joined a group called the nexus Riddle maintained his cocky attitude but soon found himself with a new nickname “Fumbles”. Riddle often found himself face first into the ground tripping or setting himself on fire from his ever growing lack of control. A danger to himself and others members of the Forsaken often kept a good few feet away from him.

During an event Riddle discovered a whole new problem to his new life in the effect of losing his jaw. Riddle had spent so much time trying to rediscover his power and regaining control that he had forgotten to maintain his body and it was his jaw that paid the price. To this day his worst “Fumbles” moment was in Northend fighting a cult of worgen who were hell bent on finding a way to inanimate the forsaken. While his power had grown once more and he managed to summon a powerful Infernal to aid the attack he fell prey to a cursed book that in the short term made it impossible to move but affected him in a way no one ever thought possible later on. During the fight with the head of the cult Riddle had managed to fight the curse and get back to his feet. Waves of energy had made him weak and he lost control of the Demon. Three of forth good shots left Riddle a mess about to be killed by his own Demon. He was able to force control back but staying true to the name “fumbles” his jaw popped off and proceeded to roll down the very long hill they were fighting on. Shocked and swearing he chased his jaw all the way down to the ocean at the bottom of the hill only to be knocked out by his Infernal once more out of his control. He later awoke in the nexus base his jaw being put back once more.

After that moment Riddle vanished from view. He started to himself and locked himself away in his castle where he could regain himself. Focusing more on his necromancy he maintained himself and grew in Balance and power once more but no matter what he did,he always felt weak and slow but he just thought that was what undeath was like. He finally made his return to the nexus with a bang. He returned with control and his skills renewed as he discovered an unknown skill for soul forging that the nexus needed. His powers working as he needed the name fumbles slowly disappeared.

Once again Riddle withdrew from the nexus and forsaken life as a whole. Unknown to all he was growing weaker by the day the curse from that night with the worgen had never left him. Instead of disappearing like with the other it has taken root in Riddle and was slowly stripping away the very necromancy that was holding him together and keeping him alive. Too proud to ask for help he remained in his castle using his own skills in Necromancy to maintain himself. While he was able to slow the progress he was not able to free himself. When he finally returned to the Nexus he was forced to use his staff to just walk and his movement slow and stiff. He still hides the fact he is dying from the nexus and has failed in all his actions to cure himself. Riddle does not have long left and he must find a way to extend himself once more or die once more but this time he will not return.

## The plan to survive

The Night was growing late in the plague lands. The Dance of the day had only just finished. The dead were being raised on the Forsaken side and the wounded being cared for on the Alliance side. Above the sky was clear. Edrane Riddle had gone off on his own after the events and found himself at a broken down house. This house had clearly seen better days and was not important enough for the Argents to restore. Edrane did not know what possessed him to come out here but he had felt a pull and so he followed it. He was no stranger to the plague lands. Being a Scarlet at heart if not in rank anymore he knew these lands all too well. As he made his way closer to the house he stopped as he heard a sound behind him and a forced laugh that turned into a cough. Edrane closed his eyes and frowned knowing all too well who it was. “Well hello brother.”

Ralph Riddle slowly moved out from behind a tree to stare at his twin brother. His moments were not fast but slow and each step looked as if took all his will. Ralph held himself up by his staff alone. His condition has gotten worse in the last few days, while forsaken he still looked mostly whole. His robes covered any of his rotting body and he looked a bit too slim. He let out another cough before thinking to him that what he did now was what he considered a last resort. “I am glad you got my message brother, I was worried you would be to out of touch with your inner voice to understand it.”

Edrane slowly turned around and his eyes fell on his brother for the first time sense he heard of his death. He took a deep breath and leaned back on the house looking at him “You look like death.” Shockingly the both of them had a good laugh at this but it was stopped when Ralph started to cough once more and Edrane raised a brow at him “Forsaken don’t get sick…nor do they cough because they don’t need to breath, why do I get the feeling you have fucked up yet again?” He did not wait for his question to be answered instead he started to walk closer to his brother. “Let me guess, you need my help, it is the only reason you would wish to talk to him unless it was to –steal- my body again and we both know I wouldn’t know it was happening if you wanted that…so instead of you telling me what you fucked up now tell me why should I care? After all you did to me why the Fel should I care about your problems?”

Ralph finally got his cough under control and looked to his brother right in the eyes “Because between the two of us, you’re the bishop and I know that all your work with the Light has made you soft. You will go even so far to help me because we are still family.” Edrane opened his mouth to speak but Ralph held up a finger stopping him. They both knew he was right and Ralph moved on. “Look, I know your still sore from me taking control of your body and putting your soul into a stone but come on, I gave you your perfect world in that stone…it’s not like I was torturing you.” Once again Edrane moved to speak and once again Ralph held up his finger and stopped him “I don’t want to hear it. I brought you here for a reason so let us not fight about the past.” Ralph looked down at the ground as he spoke “My life as a Forsaken is being cut sort…this body is cursed and the Necromancy holding me to this world is failing. I cannot find a cure and I will not give that blasted bitch from the Nexus the satisfaction of me begging for her help. I have a plan…something in place that will allow me to survive but…I don’t have the time to wait. I have days not months and I have a plan, but I need you to aid me.” Ralph looked back up at his brother waiting.

Edrane stood there and took it all in and as he did he crossed his arms over his chest and grinned “So let me get this right, you want my help…you want me a Bishop of the Light to aid a rotting Forsaken blighter? Brother or not, you are an abomination, you should be dead and in the ground why in the Lights name would I prevent the normal course of Life from taking you back?”

Ralph looked on the whole time a sick grin on his face. He leaned more on his staff and looked his brother right in the eyes “Because my dear, sweet, Light following brother, If I were to die well I can sum it up in one word, a word that will not only convince you to aid me no matter the cost but also send the fear so deep into your bones you may cry.” Riddle laughed again this time no cough came and he did as he said. He said one word “Veronica”

Edrane stood there and Ralph had done just what he said. Edrane’s eyes narrowed but at the same time a sense of understanding shown in his eyes “What do you need from me?” As the Night passed and the Alliance healed and the Horde partied, the Riddle brothers planned to ensure the all would go as needed.

## Brotherly bounding

Ralph Riddle stood in the middle of the cathedral of Stormwind looking up at the altar. His eyes rested on a bishop speaking but he was paying it little mind. From within his head…no not his head his brothers head, silly him he kept forgetting that he was just a passenger in his body. At this moment he couldn’t even move the parts as his brother Edrane was in control, part of the deal they had made to ensure he would not have died when his body fell apart. While his brother was in full control Ralph could still see and hear, he looked on as Edrane played his part as a fellow bishop praising the light and all that fun stuff he once did back before he had given up on the Light. The whole cathedral spoke out at once “May it be so.” As this happened if it had been possible he might have hurled as he let his voice fill Edranes head “Oh come now, I mean I know this is your job and all but must you do this while I am still here? You know how The Light makes me break out in hives brother.”

Edrane Riddle the one in full control of his body at the time only smiled, it seemed off having two people inside one body, if this had been back at the start that comment would have upset him but now he only could smile and feel amused at the whole thing “Brother…you have no skin you break out with.” Ralph was suddenly silent once more and Edrane returned his attention to the Mass going on in front of him. Finally the mass came to an end and Edrane made his way out of the Cathedral of Light and into the streets. He made his way to the graveyard behind the Cathedral and moved though the rows until he made his way a grave and sat on a chair close to it. As he looked at the grave he tuned out the world. “Ralph, this has been going on a long time now, this agreement was until your body was cured of its curse yet here you still are.” Ralph now responded “Oh dear brother you want to get rid of me? After all our time together and how close we have gotten?” Edrane chuckled a bit once more “Ralph as much as I love you in my head if the others ever found out…” Ralph jumped in “Stop, stop…Fel I have heard this one before, you don’t have to tell me they were willing to kill your body to get me out of it once already. Look it is not my fault that my attempts failed and my lovely body is now a pile of bones and flesh with no life force to keep it together now! If you would just let me use your body to restore it now that the curse is gone from it.” Edrane was now the one to interject “I would sooner die…you may have been contempt at throwing the gifts the Light gave you away from necromancy and Fel magic but I am not! You said you needed a Necromancer to restore your body so find out!” Edrane closed his eyes and suddenly there was a shiver all over his body.

When the eyes opened once more Edrane was now the one looking out though the window as Riddle raised a hand and looked at it “Edrane you know I have been looking but I am sort on friends right now, but your just so in luck that I might have finally found the person I need to in order to get my body back.” Ralph got to his feet and looked to the docks as Edrane spoke in their mind “Finally! Let’s get this done than, I have played the part and helped you brother.” Ralph made his way slowly out of the graveyard “So you have Edrane, fine...if all goes well by nights end you will be free of me.”

## Making the portal

Riddle was once more in his own body and moving about his castle. He had said his oddly happy good bye to his brother Edrane and his thanks to the necromancer who had put him back together again. His body was repaired and he felt stronger than ever before and as he moved around his Library with books floating behind him as he searched for something he had to admit he was glad to be back in his own body dead or otherwise. He knew that these happy feelings would not last long has his soul once more got used to being trapped in his forsaken form but he was enjoying it all the time. Now he had a goal once more, he needed to get to Draenor and there was no easy way of that happening. Sure there were some smaller portals open now but in order to get into them you had to know people and be playing for the home team so to say and Riddle was not that type of guy. He finally found a tome he was looking for and put it on a desk and opened it up. It did not take him long to find the page he was looking for, the book was of course in Demon but by know he could read most of it. The part that really interested he was the part about opening up portals from one world to another, the magic took much and needed supply’s but unlike most worlds the one he needed to get to have a connection from the Dark Portal and while the portal itself was shut down the connection remained.

Riddle slowly made his way up one of the broken towers to the top, once he reached the top he looked around. It was a large empty room and the roof had a few holes in it but that did not bother him much this would be perfect for his portal. Riddle made his way into the middle of the room and started to carve the runes needed into the floor. When he was finished he placed the regents for the spell in there slots and looked back over his work. With a nod he moved over to his book and pointed to the start of the portal spell and then frowned. He looked over it once more and now he saw a problem, the spell was going to take more power than he could put out. He was strong but was far as real warlock powers and compared to demons he did not have that much energy to push out. He looked over the book a bit more and found another spell, this one should boost his energy enough to open the portal but the down side would be he would use up his own energy, he would be left drained on an unknown world. He kept looking over the book and found a section of souls and their power as he looked the section over he looked at the point dealing with affliction spells, this was an area he disliked, to slow and he wanted fast results but he had to admit he did not have much choice. He closed the book and picked it up and put it into a bag on his person, he would have to learn as he went.

Riddle stood in front of the runes and pushed out a hand, Fel energy shot out and ignited the rune and the regents around it. At once power surged around the rune and Riddle pushed all of his energy into it. As his energy surged he spoke the spell in a demon’s tongue.

Arakal az ril archim rethul!
Adare az ril buras rethul!
Arakal az amanare rethul!
Maev ril gul maz zal!

Maez gulamir ril Mordanas Archim, Maev!
Maez gulamir ril Nagas Ante, Maev!
Maez gulamir zar ril rakkas, Maev!
Maev ril revola maez ze alar orah!

Maev ril gul xi ril buras ze maev xi az!

With the words spoken Riddle could feel all of his Fel energy pour into the spell and finally portal started to open. Dark hands seemed to reach out and pull back the very veil of the world and on the other side Riddle could see Draenor. Feeling as if he could barely move Riddle stepped into the portal and arrived on the new world. He had landed in snow and as he looked around he saw little. He turned just in time to see the portal close behind him and he sighed. There was now no going back for him. He looked ahead and saw an outpost and as he got closer he saw Horde banners. A sick grin came over him as he made his way for it thinking to himself “And now let the game begin!”

## Relationships

Ralph met and fell in love with a Mage of Dalran. After only a sort time he confessed his love to her and they agreed to marry. To this day she is the only thing that seems to keep him in check. Mia Riddle died the very moment Ralph did because of a blood bond the two shared from their wedding day. Ralph while Forsaken and numb still feels sad to this day.