OOC: Sorry, I've been absent for a while guys. CWorks been hovering over me like a bad cloud. Btw I had the following Undead army post when I was locked out my house but then Safari ate it and rage was plentiful.
Anub'arak burst forth from his tunnel and entered the ruins of Preginald's dome. Soon after he found Kel'thuzad pacing left and right whilst furiously thumbing through one of the tomes at his belt. "I assume you have sensed the passing of our king as well. I was able to recover his Helm and his Sword but his lifeless body still lies abandoned in the crypt he was slain. The Crypt Lord revealed the Lich King's helm and Frostmourne as he spoke. Kel'thuzad let the tome he was looking through drop before taking the items from Anub'arak. "Indeed, the death of our Lich King comes at an inopportune time and he will deserve a proper burial later on. But for now the Scourge requires a King or we will degenerate into monsterous versions of our noble selves. A suitable candidate had yet to be found and so until then I shall don the mantle of our King and bring our armies back to full force." Kel'thuzad sheathed Frostmourne in his belt as he turned the helm and looked at it. He then raised it above his head and crowned himself the Lich King. He closed his eyes and shuddered as the Lich King's soul and power fused with his own. He reopened them and turned to Anub'arak before commanding in a now booming voice. "We must begin rebuilding the strength of the Scourge immediately. These ruins need to be converted into the new Necropolis and the bodies that still litter these bodies are to be the start of our new army. We have much to do and little time to do it. We must begin for the sake of the Scourge." With that he turned off down a corridor to prepare the ritual for the Necropolis. Anub'arak bowed before collecting a pile of corpses and following after Kel'thuzad.
OOC: The Undead are gonna be laying low for a little R(ebuilding) and R(einforcement) so I think its time Renlen got back in the game.
Blackness was all Renlen could see. He was floating in what felt like forever before he was suddenly running from some manevolent force. He was then back on that battlefield facing 'her' again. He was then reliving the terrible things he had done under 'her' influence before he broke away. Then he was then stepping out into a field in Ireland and was unsure what dimension he was in. He was then going through the events that had happened in the last few days. Reseeing the faces of those he had faced and made allies with. He then was in blackness again before bursting into brillaint light of the land of sentient cotten candy or the 'webway' as that Harlequin called it. Then events flashed past. The meeting with Xanis, the expedition into the ruins, holding the book and finally being captured. He was then in blackness when the looming face of a dead scarab spider thing appeared out of the darkness and said "...human."
Renlen awoke yelling or he would have if he wasn't mute. He grabbed for his revolver holstered in his jacket whilst he unknowingly activated the orbs around his right hand. Raising the gun he shot at what he thought was the creature and sent a bullet covered in lighting and fire blowing a hole in the side of the helicopter. He sat there for a few moments breathing heavily before the visage disappitated and he saw he was inside a helicopter albeit with a newly added hole. His mind suddenly empitied as a cavernous thought echoed around it. "Whut." He blinked a bit before reholstering his revolver and shakily getting up. He approached the door of the helicopter and blinked the bright light. Still slightly dazed, he sat down on the edge of the helicopter and started rubbing his eyes. His stomach suddenly growled and he groaned and facepalmed at the prospect of dieing of hunger after everything he had just been through.
