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[Kel'Thuzad is tapping a pen -- yes, a pen. He wasn't able to locate a quill and ink so he had to settle with the next best thing. Next to him, a few filled vials of unknown substances and a book of blank pages sits open, where he's obviously been recording something. Those with a sharp eye can read the following that Kel'Thuzad has written:]
The Decree of the Scourge
Chapter 1
By Kel'Thuzad
The roots of the Scourge are sewn in the folly of all races. Our rise to power is the product of the sins of those who mean our end. The so called 'heroes' of the land fall before us by resorting to a measure of our ideals to bring forth their envisioned victory. Their victory is a vehicle to the realization that without resorting to what they define as deplorability to achieve it, we would have overcome them instead. In both outcomes, win or lose, the Scourge invariably wins. When this is recognized, submission to our will is inevitable. The Master, our Lich King, was born under this very same doctrine.
To conquer is to corrupt. To corrupt is to take what it is to be righteous and hopeful, to be living, and invert it through any means in your arsenal. The attributes of the living all have synonyms with fatal flaws that are their undoing: hope is dogma, righteousness is zealotry, living is empathy. Recognize what makes that which lives desire to live, and turn it upon itself. Knowing the most direct path of corruption is the pinnacle of wisdom. A simple weakening of the heart, dismemberment of vital organs, or direct disease will work for most. However the conquer of most is not the decree of the Master, but the conquer of all. It is foolish to spend excessive resources in warping the mind of a simple peasant where common plague will suffice, but it is equally unwise to try the same common plague against the seasoned and hearty. Regimented study of any formidability will reveal useable weaknesses.
[The rhythmic tapping continues, his frown deepening. Obviously, he had started the feed with the intention of saying something over the network, but has thought better of it. Instead Duchess leaps down on his desk and wanders across camera with an innocent meow, leaving the necromancer to reach out and hold the vials to keep them from spilling, though the tapping of the pen never halts -- he seems almost entranced by the sound.]
Not now, my dear, master is very busy.
The Decree of the Scourge
Chapter 1
By Kel'Thuzad
The roots of the Scourge are sewn in the folly of all races. Our rise to power is the product of the sins of those who mean our end. The so called 'heroes' of the land fall before us by resorting to a measure of our ideals to bring forth their envisioned victory. Their victory is a vehicle to the realization that without resorting to what they define as deplorability to achieve it, we would have overcome them instead. In both outcomes, win or lose, the Scourge invariably wins. When this is recognized, submission to our will is inevitable. The Master, our Lich King, was born under this very same doctrine.
To conquer is to corrupt. To corrupt is to take what it is to be righteous and hopeful, to be living, and invert it through any means in your arsenal. The attributes of the living all have synonyms with fatal flaws that are their undoing: hope is dogma, righteousness is zealotry, living is empathy. Recognize what makes that which lives desire to live, and turn it upon itself. Knowing the most direct path of corruption is the pinnacle of wisdom. A simple weakening of the heart, dismemberment of vital organs, or direct disease will work for most. However the conquer of most is not the decree of the Master, but the conquer of all. It is foolish to spend excessive resources in warping the mind of a simple peasant where common plague will suffice, but it is equally unwise to try the same common plague against the seasoned and hearty. Regimented study of any formidability will reveal useable weaknesses.
[The rhythmic tapping continues, his frown deepening. Obviously, he had started the feed with the intention of saying something over the network, but has thought better of it. Instead Duchess leaps down on his desk and wanders across camera with an innocent meow, leaving the necromancer to reach out and hold the vials to keep them from spilling, though the tapping of the pen never halts -- he seems almost entranced by the sound.]
Not now, my dear, master is very busy.