He hesitates, glances around the room warily -- but they are alone for now. One hand lifts, turns palm up and gives an idle flick of his fingers. Into it, he conjures a small, translucent image of a man with long hair, slicked back from his face. His armour is plate, bulky, tall curved spikes on the shoulders.
"It was because of my family," he admits. "A long time ago, when our world was young, dark forces landed on it. The Titans who protected our world trapped them deep within the earth, but some of them could still reach out. Communicate from within their prison. One such creature, N'Zoth the corrupter, reached out to my father. Some say his affinity for the deep places of the earth made him more... susceptible to such things, made all of us that way. He was promised power, and eventually he accepted. One by one, our family turned with him to madness -- turned against Alexstrasza and the others. He stole power from them, so much so that it began to rip him apart from the inside out."
He twitches his fingers gently, and the image of the man changes. Wrathion suspects, by now, she might have guessed. If not, he supposes this will be the last piece. It shimmers, turns into the spectral form of a monstrous dragon. Glowing heat seems to leak from its chest, its mouth. Plate armour affixed directly to its very body.
"Alexstrasza's title is the Lifebinder. Her family preserve and protect living things. A member of her family, Rheastrasza, was afraid we would all fight ourselves to extinction. She decided to... intervene, wanted to cure this madness or protect us from it if she could... but all her attempts failed. In need of more test subjects, she kidnapped my mother. Held her in an arcane prison. Beat her and stole her newly born children from her, and forced her to keep producing more."
Wrathion closes his fingers slowly, diminishing the illusion and letting his nails dig into his palm.
"She cut them up, searching for answers, then turned to Titan machines to analyse them for her."
Content Warning here on: SA, violence to/experimentation on children, mental health
He hesitates, glances around the room warily -- but they are alone for now. One hand lifts, turns palm up and gives an idle flick of his fingers. Into it, he conjures a small, translucent image of a man with long hair, slicked back from his face. His armour is plate, bulky, tall curved spikes on the shoulders.
"It was because of my family," he admits. "A long time ago, when our world was young, dark forces landed on it. The Titans who protected our world trapped them deep within the earth, but some of them could still reach out. Communicate from within their prison. One such creature, N'Zoth the corrupter, reached out to my father. Some say his affinity for the deep places of the earth made him more... susceptible to such things, made all of us that way. He was promised power, and eventually he accepted. One by one, our family turned with him to madness -- turned against Alexstrasza and the others. He stole power from them, so much so that it began to rip him apart from the inside out."
He twitches his fingers gently, and the image of the man changes. Wrathion suspects, by now, she might have guessed. If not, he supposes this will be the last piece. It shimmers, turns into the spectral form of a monstrous dragon. Glowing heat seems to leak from its chest, its mouth. Plate armour affixed directly to its very body.
"Alexstrasza's title is the Lifebinder. Her family preserve and protect living things. A member of her family, Rheastrasza, was afraid we would all fight ourselves to extinction. She decided to... intervene, wanted to cure this madness or protect us from it if she could... but all her attempts failed. In need of more test subjects, she kidnapped my mother. Held her in an arcane prison. Beat her and stole her newly born children from her, and forced her to keep producing more."
Wrathion closes his fingers slowly, diminishing the illusion and letting his nails dig into his palm.
"She cut them up, searching for answers, then turned to Titan machines to analyse them for her."