The Birth of Madness (IC)

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"Hehehehehehehehe!" A red cloaked figure chuckled madly as he walked through the streets of Stormwind, the people in the streets parting as the red sea for him as he marched forward, dragging a massive bleeding, and unconscious, black dragon with him, green chains of energy tying the dragon together like a pot roast.

"Lord Felhand! W-what is the meaning of this!?" Stammered General Marcus Jonathan as he and several high ranking officers just came out of Stormwind Keep, after a War Room meeting with King Varian Krynn about the successful raid of Wargulch, only to be meet by a large crowd gathered in front of the Keep, gathered over the Canals, watching from the windows and the walls, at the warlock who was dragging a gigantic dragon by the tail, leaving a trail of blood all over the streets, a maniac grin on his lips.

"Oh how delightful the hunt was, oh what sadness I feel that ended it has! Hehehehehe! Let me introduce my prey to the rulers meeting with the King of the Storms, it shall be my delight to show the result of my challenge given to me by the kings of midgets and gnomes! Hahahahahaha!" The General stared at the laughing warlock before he wordlessly stepped aside, and ordered soldiers to keep a watch on the warlock, as he dragged the chained dragon into the Stormwind Keep, for some reason the dragon seemed... unique to regular black dragons...

"Hail oh ye King of Storms!!! Vexalus Felhand, the Lord of Fel, returns from the dragon holes!!" The collective of Alliance leaders jumped at the loud insane shouting from the large gates and leaped away as a bond dragon was thrown into the War Room, chained by green fel magic chains, bleeding all over the body, a madly smiling Vexalus standing on top of the bond dragon.

"Lord Felhand... This is the first time... ever. That anyone has entered the War Room, unnanounced and by throwing in a dragon instead of knocking no less... What exactly did bring you to do this?" The king asked while rubbing his forehead as he felt a great headache come up while High Tinker Gelbin Mekkatorque looked extremely pale at the dragon, as did King Magni Bronzebeard, Thane Falstad Wildhammer and King Yorg Stormheart, the Three Kings of the Dwarf Alliance.

"Ahahahaha!! That be a tale good king of the breaking wind! It be like the the bad rash on Lord Thrally's chin!" The Stormwind King rubbed his forehead harder but didn't interrupt the mad warlock nobleman. "It was in the time behind me, seven suns had gone by by the endof the moon's fee, drinking I was with the midget kings four, in the tavern of Throbbing Hard On!" The King Palmed his face while muttering. "You mean the Flowing Flagon by the Warlock's club, your personally owned tavern?"

"Oh yes it be! Oh were was I again with thoughts of me? Ohohohohoho! As I drank upon finest ale of the land, midget kings of four a challenge they had given to me bony hand! and if I may quote "If yer king no get more kids out of his balls, then da prince be in da danger me laddie BURRRRRRRRRP, get him a queen to marry and he throne be safe as soon as she poop out some smelly kids fer him" "Aye a queen fit fer da human king would give da alliance da safer times!" "Wonder what kind of girl the king likes?" "He desires da beauties that brings not just heat to his loins but a brain to match!" "Hah! good luck with that! Not a single queen fits the bill!" "Unless ye count Onyxia da blackflight Broodmother! she have da brain and da beauty as she be shapeshifter!" "A black dragoness as queen to the human king!?" "Yes I can see that happening, wouldn't be da first time!" "Ye mean like ye father Frostbeard who made sixty different species pregnant with his sperm?" "Aye like me papa!" "Hahahahahaha! That be a challenge! Any who be fool to think da human king get a dragon for queen, is likely mad or stupid!""

"So I left for the dragon queens lair in the far binks, to bring forth a queen worthy of the King's tastes and kinks, hope she satisfy your needs King of the Breacking Wind, For may I present Broodmother Onyxia of the Black Dragonflight! So when's the wedding cake? These last suns have been nothing but flakes!" The rulers stared in shock at the warlock as he resited the tale, the Stormwind King was resting his face in his hands and looked ready to break down crying, while the dwarf kings and the high tinker looked ready to sneak off before the human king took out his anger on them for causing the situation.

"So you're telling me... that while listening to the babbles of four drunk stouted rulers... you decided that capturing the black dragonflight broodmother as a queen for me... was a good thing..."

"Oh yes king of smelly winds and horizons! You have been complaining about your lack of sex since queeny number four died by poisons. So if dragon queen Onyxia be like the queen you want, then who am I to judge what you deem worthy to remove your pants?" The other rulers looked ready to laugh at this and the Stormwind King looked ready to choke the warlock with his bare hands.

"Now just to make you all happy and glad! I shall make the dragon queen yours to pad!" Shouted the warlock before he slammed down his hand onto the dragoness who shrunk and soon enough the sexy shape of lady Pestor, who had escaped after being revealed as Onyxia, a collar arounf her neck, and a submissive look on her face, then with a twist of his wrist the warlock attached her to the king and she pounced at him and rubbed herself against him murmuring, master, over and over. "Oooh look! The new queen already going for the King's pants! Look good it might be hard to find what you wants!"

"...Lord Felhand... You are to leave... for a special mission... on Booty Bay... Leave... today... in fact... leave immediatly...and do not return...until you are given the word..." The King growled out while trying to keep the transformed and enslaved dragoness off his pants while the rulers by the war table were laughing their asses off while the guards were havign a hard time doing the same.

"At once King of the Breacking Wind! Hahahahahahahaha!!" The mad warlock walked out of the castle, while the human king suddenly realised what Vexalus meant by King of Breacking Winds meant, turned red faced and shouted out inrage as Onyxia suddenly ripped his pants off and stuck his cock into her mouth, his scream turning high pitched at that.

"VEXAL(Deepthroat from Onyxia)UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!! "

Time Skip, Four Days​

Vexalus walked down the harbour of Booty Bay, his lips smirking, his giggling unnerving every goblin around him, he was even known around these parts, his red robes billowing in the wind, his fel magic swirling about madly, blood trickling down his boney fingers from the pirates and bandits he had killed before entering Booty Bay, oh how fun they had been.

Raising his arms towards the raining skies as the storms raged outside in the open sea, he sang out in mad cackles as he walked, his fel magic floating like a thick green mist from his body as the water hitting his body vaporised instantly.

Northwind by Falconer

Northwind embrace me
as I face the horizon.
Carry me safe ashore
as you did my brethren of yore.

Swirling around in the rain the warlock's mad voice turned in a dee pbeautiful song, and he twisted his arms about, and with his magic twisted the wind, jagged the lightning and warped the water of both rain and ocean to create a deep rumbling music.

Over rivers and seas
cross valleys and heaths,
to the edge of the world and back
our journey did lead.
Father up in the sky
let the ravens fly,
to soar aside our ship of oak as
wild oceans we ride.

In the prow I stand
hungry for dry land.
A homeward hammerheart.

Northwind embrace me
as I face the horizon.
Carry me safe ashore
as you did my brethren of yore.

Through the days and nights
through triumphant fights,
we have roamed these far away lands with
no peace in sight.
Mother north of old
let me taste your cold.
Sooth my weary head with visions
that your nature holds.

We're sailing dark waters
come raven come and be our guide.
We're sons of the north star
so blow wind blow, onwards we will ride.​

Finishing his song the warlock raised his arms towards the skies and roared out in mad laughter as two lightning bolts clashed with his bare hands, making lightning arch through his body, making it spasm, and yet he kept laughing, and soon enough the lightning subsided and the warlock let out a smoke ring from his mouth that was split apart by rain drops and the red robed warlock continued his walk towards the place where he was to meet those to give him the information he needed for his next mission, the .

The king must have been really glad about his new queen, though by the rumors from some nobles had he looked rather tired after four days of straight sex, oh well, at least the king rewarded him properly, he sent him a piece of the wedding cake, coated with the most delicious basilisk poisons, mmm he didn't know the king knew his favorite cake!