The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, A Black Guard's Secret Mission

Lord Uthorin strode through the halls of the Black Ark, displeasure clearly etched into every feature of his face.

"I chose you personally for this mission," he said to the druchii behind him. "You have served me loyally in the Ulthuan campaign thus far. Were it not for your intervention, Kohrith's demise would have been for naught. I heard you personally slew twelve of Arkaneth's soldiers in the resulting conflict." The black guard keeping pace with Lord Uthorin smiled coldly. It had actually been closer to twenty, but he knew better than to correct a house lord.

Uthorin took note of the smile and his eyes narrowed. "Our king asked for my finest warrior for this mission. Sadly, he was unavailable, so I have chosen you." He smirked, though the black guard's smile did not falter. Insolent pup, thought Uthorin, this one needs humbling.

Uthorin reached out suddenly, grasping the black guard by the throat. The druchii could have prevented the gesture, but knew that Uthorin posed no threat to him. He was comfortable knowing that he could draw the dagger hidden in his vambraces and plant it in Uthorin's eye before the noble would have a chance to let go.

Uthorin pulled the druchii closer until they were eye to eye. "You serve me in this matter. Never forget where your loyalties lie."

"I serve the true Phoenix King in all things," the black guard responded, casually disengaging Uthorin's hand. "Never forget that[." He opened the nearby door and stepped through, closing it firmly behind him.

Uthorin seethed. Perhaps he had underestimated the black guard. A mistake he would surely be prepared to rectify upon their next encounter.

* * * * *

Malekith sat silently upon his throne when the black guard entered, his cold eyes glowing from within his armor. His Queen Morathi lounged casually nearby, seemingly disinterested in the intruder while paying a close eye to his posture, noting all weapons seen an unseen on his person. The black guard stepped forward and knelt obediently, reciting the loyalty oath he took when christened a member of his guard.

"I have a mission for you black guard." Malekith's voice intoned, seemingly resonating from within his armor. "My campaign to retake my birthright will not be stopped by anything. Our assault upon Ulthuan proceeds according to plan, and I will see all of my enemies crushed before me." The black guard nodded, remaining silent.

"There is a group of individuals who could pose risk to this plan. I charge you with infiltrating their ranks and determining their objectives. I have had documents prepared that will detail their lair, and highlight key individuals we know within the organization." Malekith's voice seemed to deepen as his gauntleted fist slowly crushed the chalice it held. "You have my permission to destroy any and all who threaten my goal."

The black guard nodded again, rising swiftly and taking the rolled parchment from the slave that stepped forward. "It will be as you say my lord." He unrolled the parchment, his eyes darting briefly across the page before rolling it back up and tucking it into his belt. "Alyindar Bloodsong of your Black Guard will serve you failthfully in this matter. To whom are you sending me against my king?"

"The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica."

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