Cirque of Death

(( RP idea i had, i've always wanted to RP on horde server so i've probably thought of this to much. Don't know how to explain it OOC so just enjoy the RP story.
Note: This isn't tied to anything on our server or anything with the guild. I'm just writing it cos i'm bored... ))

Before the plague, the seven proud nations of the alliance stood strong, the world was at peace at last and nothing could go wrong. Humans roamed the plains of Azeroth, sharing tales, singing songs and comparing battle scars. All was good in the world of Azeroth, even with the threat of the orcs ever looming, they still optimised everything and everyone.
A travelling group of performers named the "Cirque of Light" visited towns and cities putting on amazing shows using their light given abilities. They where always on the move, and only stopped to rest or to go on the stage. The Cirque members where mostly blood relatives. Their motto was "If you ever are in need of trust, turn to your own brother", and the Cirque made sure they all trusted each other.

Then the Plague came...

(( Had to go, will continue soon ))

Krath was tired, after a long day arguing and planning battle formations he wanted nothing else to do but go home and rest. He leaned against the Zeppelin tower in Tirisfal. The two Undead guards eyed him up and down then went back to their duties. Krath didn't mind undead, they where part of the horde now, along with the Blood Elves, but he always got a shiver down his spine whenever he saw one missing a jaw or one with his eyes burnt out..
Another Undead walked past him, talking about this show that was apparantly taking place here in Tirisfal. If krath wasn't as tired he would go, but they somehow only play at night. The show started in three hours or so, he would just sit down here and nap. Then he would awaken and go see how it is.

Mordas eyed the infernals with pleasure. He smiled at the two Warlocks and dismissed them, then he looked at the Infernals again and grinned. There was nearly 100 Orcs, trolls, Elves and Tauren coming to see their amazing show tonight. And everything was going as planned. He turned his attention to his two personal guards and muttered: "Get these two infernals to their stations, then go check if the Slaves are ready."
The guards nodded and walked off, the Infernals followed closely behind. Mordas' Felhound circled his feet hissing softly.
"Soooon my beauty... You will feed..."
And he laughed.

Krath walked towards where the show was taking place. It was a moderate sized building that had suffered some damage over the years. Near the building was tents and campfires, which looked like where the actors and workers slept. He pulled out the flyer the Undead had given him. On it was a tear away ticket that he had to show to the guard before entering. But as he walked towards the entrance it wasn't just a guard, but a guard guarded by two infernals. He glared at the Infernals and handed his flyer to the guard, not bothering to tear off the actual ticket. He entered.

Mordas eyed the crowd and smiled. All was going well, the corwd would be expecting a sort of horror show, with amazing acts and stunning peformances. But they where wrong, the sick line up for tonight was far from entertaining, just the entertainment he liked... His Felhound growled lowly as he eyed the crowd. Mordas guassed he could already feel the arcane energys surrounding a few of the onlookers. The felhound hissed softly and returned to the camp. Mordas looked at the crowd once more and then, with a grin, he walked off the stage.