“Where is my scryer?!?!”

A mighty bellow rang through the throne room of Kael’Thas. Phexigorn sat on the throne, pouting to himself as he awaited one of his Sun Hawk magicians. The shapeshifter was slowly building a power base, but he needed knowledge if he were to complete his goal. There was one obstacle that still stood in his way, and that was Daxxym. Daxxym had discovered the incubator for the demon seed that had been Phexigorn and now due to the melding of odd magicks we bound to one another by fate.

The doors to his chambers open slowly as a lone Sin’Dorei entered and walked up, trembling. Phexigorn watched as the magus carefully prepared the area to scry for his target. After a few moments the plans were complete and the magus bowed before his master. With a nod, the magus knew to start and an image of Azeroth filled the room. Weaving the magicks of the nether, images of Azeroth blurred by as places of note stopped here and there, imprints of a former life showed where Deathgore had had strong ties. Dire Maul, a small Grimtotem shack in Dustwallow Marsh, Drak’theron Keep, Naxxramas, Thunder Bluff… All held strong impressions of the former Lictor, but none could reveal his current location.

Phexigorn growled under his breath, the magicks that had hidden his true nature continued to aid his adversary. Phexigorn was at a loss as the mental link, which he had used as immediate Intel had diminished to nothing. Phexigorn had to find a new permanent source of information. He thought about the Senator Soulein as he could recognize the man had potential as a General for Kael’Thas army when resurrected. A powerful political ally could be just the edge he needed. And to add to the fact, Soulein was married to Suriah and her power coupled with that that he was draining from his source of energy, Aora Nerel’Thos could easily sustain him for some time.

A skeleton animated by fel energies stepped forward from his post at Phexigorn’s side and dismissed the magus, who easily fled fearing for his life. Amused at the fear “Corpsie” had caused, prompted Phexigorn to stand and lean on the skeleton’s shoulder.

“Corpsie, my boy…”, he mused. “I need to find a new body. A vessel to contain the energies I have gathered.”

The conversation was quite one sided as the Tauren’s chimes fell on deaf ears as the fel flames animating him flickered. Phexigorn snapped his fingers and two hand servants brought forward a full length mirror. Phexigorn posed, looking at his form and pouted.

“I’m ready to leave this primitive form and perhaps find something more slimming…,” he said as he looked through Corpsie’s rib cage. “You should really eat more, my boy. Couple of handsome guys like us could break some hearts in Silvermoon. Just like taking candy from a baby…”

And for a moment, something sparked in Phexigorn’s twisted mind as he hopped out of his chair and grinned evilly towards Corpsie.

“I need a baby! And don’t think I’m talking about you, Corpsie… You don’t have the hips for it.”

Phexigorn turned and began pacing back and forth, green fel flames tracing his every step.

“It’s perfect. Given an innocent Sin’Dorei child I could use my power to age him.”

Phexigorn pointed at Corpsie a moment and held it for a moment before looking to one of his guards.

“You there! I want Sun Hawks to steal me some babies… It’s time to look for a new monkey suit!”