#There are two flavors of Drogan story

[sirdolraan]

Interrogation

DWC November 2022 Day 6: Home/Unnatural CW: Violence, torture, murder, blood @daily-writing-challenge

Drogan Truthhammer, Deathlord of Acherus, entered the prisoner wing of the necropolis, and took in the primalist the Ebon Blade had captured. A tauren male, barely into adulthood, battered and bruised from the battle that had seen his allies slaughtered, and him captured for interrogation.

"Leave us," Drogan intoned, eyeing the two ebon knights in the chamber. They bowed their heads to him and exited, leaving him alone with the prisoner. Drogan's glowing eyes narrowed. "Tell me your name."

The prisoner glared up at him, and spat at the death knight. The glob struck Drogan's breastplate, and quickly froze to it. Drogan stepped forward, feeling the hunger rise in him, and grabbed the tauren's arm, calling upon the cold of death. To his credit, the prisoner did not cry out, but the grunts he could not stop told the story of his pain just as well. Drogan released the arm, frostbite marring the skin he'd siezed.

"I am not here to make requests, or interested in negotiating. You have sought to bring death and destruction to the world, and you will die for it. What you choose now is whether your death is clean, your body returned to Kalimdor with respect, or if I turn you over to the fleshcrafters. Now. Tell me your name."

"... Nolak."

"Very well. Nolak. Tell me why you joined the primalists."

"They spoke the truth. The truth of this world. It sings in my heart, even in this cursed place, monster," the tauren replied, breathing heavy.

"Tell me this truth, Nolak."

"This world was once pure. Elemental forces in harmony. Then powers from outside came to this world, and twisted it. Their unnatural influence has been the source of all strife, all suffering, all pain. The Titans. The Old Gods. The Holy Light. The Scourge." Nolak's eyes glittered with defiance as he spoke the last. "Kurog is the prophet of the earth mother's true children, and soon they will wash away all that is impure."

"Ah. You encountered some suffering in your young life, and have decided a creature of charisma and power will make your foes suffer. The path of the weak and stupid." Drogan stepped away, fighting down the urge to break his word. The hunger was strong today. "You have obeyed my commands. I will be true to my word. What is left of you will find its way back to Mulgore, and your people may decide what to do about it."

"Even if I die, there are hundreds more like me ready to rise, you cannot stop us a-" Nolak's declaration was cut short as Drogan spun and reach out, shadowing tendrils crushing his windpipe. The tauren gasped and choked for air, as Drogan slowly approached.

"Pray, in your final moments, that we are not summoned to deal with your pathetic little friends, cultist. Pray that the true heroes of this world meet them in battle, and grant them clemency in surrender or honor in death. For if you are right, if they do prove too large a threat to ignore, Death will come and claim them all before they are allowed to destroy the peoples of this world," he declared, drawing forth his runeblade. He released his grip on the tauren's throat as he drove the icy weapon into Nolak's chest, impaling the young bull's heart and spraying blood around the room. As Nolak convulsed and gasped his final breaths, Drogan allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sating of his hunger. Killing foes in battle was one thing, but it was these private cruelties that truly granted him the peace he needed to interact with the world.

A figure stepped forward from the shadows behind him as he withdrew his blade, tapping it on the wall to break off the frozen blood that had adhered to it. "Prepare the remains for transport, Lady Whitemane. This one shall be granted the mercy of rest for his compliance."

Behind him, the horsewoman nodded. "As you say, Drogan. I commend you on keeping your mind."

"A necessity. I am expected back home to wish my granddaughter well on her journey. And the living must be apprised of what we have learned. Once arrangements are made, inform Darion of what he told us. I shall return in two days."

"As you say, Deathlord. Suffer well."

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