A small but heavily cloaked figure walks across a snowy plain. Trees, bare and twisted, bent over, dead. The small figure walked through the remains of a burnt and destroyed village. It was making it's way to a large temple ahead, the sound of machinery and large cogs moving and clanking together could have been heard from miles away. Two large gates, each etched with a figure of a dragon facing each other and looking as if they were locked in fierce battle, met the small figure.
At first, the small figure would just stand there, looking up at the gates, two shimmering jade green eyes looking it up and down. The figure raised gloved hands to pull back the cloak's hood, revealing a young elf with long ebony hair. She looked like a young elf in her young teenage years, no higher than 4'9, her facial features young and innocent, to sweet to be any killer...
Shame really, because that's what she was.
She let the cloak fall, careless of what might happen to it as a cold wind blew. She wore a over suit that was black and sleeveless, covering her from neck collar to ankle. Under the suit she would wear a black sleeveless shirt with a hood attached and some short trousers. Her bare arms would be covered in runes, all used for shadow magic. Her skin would be a pale pink, and gleamed in the light of the moon.
It was Krystala, her eyes returning to the gates in front of her. Yes, Krystala Dawnshadow, the Elven Witch, the one who claimed to be Insanity in the form of Flesh....she had returned to the very place her dark path began. Guided, by the hand that owned this fortress, trained by the man and his wife who built this place with the dark magics they taught her. She had finally arrived...
"Master...Ma'lady...I've returned home, like you've asked. Now let me in." she'd murmur softly.
The sound of gears suddenly bursting to life rung in her ears as the gates groaned open, revealing a dark hall way. There were sounds emitting from the halls...the sounds of victims snatched unknowingly from around Azeroth, brought here, and tortured to the point where their bodies could not longer take it and died. The screams...it was music to the girl's ears..and the ears of her masters.
She stepped inside, soft shoes crunching the snow under her feet before they met with the marble floor. Around her there would be large rotating gears, all run dark enchants and shadow magic. Hall ways leading down to chambers filled with torture equipment would have been passed every now and then, producing more screams. A drip of blood landed near the spot where the girl was about to step, catching her attention.
Krystala looked up, noticing a human male hanging from a rope, impaled with rods connected to four tesla coils. In this fortress, every where had some sort of torture device, all were made to make their victims scream in agony and terror. The man's face would be horrified, a hand hanging above his head, where his own blood with drip from his finger tips "Help...me.." he whimpered "Help me...please.."
From where the girl stood, it seemed the tesla coils malfunctioned, and needed a spark to continue what it was meant to do. Smirking, Krystala walked over to a near by panel. No doubt this is where her Masters turned the dark machine on and off when ever they pleased. Given her height, she couldn't reach it, but with a small levitation spell, she floated up to a decent height to open it.
There, she found a purple crystal, dimly glowing. As she expected, the machine had ran out of power, and was not operational. Behind her, she heard the man repeatedly thanking her, thinking that she was going to help him. But as she turned around to face him...the man noticed the insane smile on her face and her right arm crackling with shadow energy.
He shook his head, quickly, waving his hand "No..no...no no..please! No!" he'd beg, watching as Krystala placed her hand on the crystal "No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!--AARRRGGGHHHHAAAAHHH!"
He was cut off, Krystala had reactivated the machine, sending waves upon waves of unrelenting pain through out the mans body through the tesla coils and through the rods. More blood spilled from his body as Krystala landed on the floor gently, the panel shut, and continued to walk down the corridor.
Before she could take a few steps forward, however, she was stopped. A statue had appeared in front of her, it was carved like a jester you would see try to entertain a king. For a while, she simply stared at it before smirking "Come to lead me to him, have you?" she said. Lines begin to appear across the jester. Purple shadow energy empowering it to work. It clicked once, twice, three times before every movement it made was a click as it was brought to life. Its head did a full 360 rotation before bowing gracefully to the small girl.