The Undercity - Part 2

(Sorry, part two is a little short.)

Yet he was wrong in his assumptions. Kul'thran, at first, found the various districts (or "quarters" as they were called) just a little gloomy, and nothing really frightening. Most of them had merchants, other areas were filled with warriors practicing against an Abomination for combat. But, as he passed one quarter, he saw to his horror, half-stitched abominations hanging from two adjacent pillars in a line. Disgusted and horrified by what he saw, the troll walked into a place called the Apothecarium, feeling ill as he entered.

Kul'thran was unfamiliar with the word, and therefore, he was not prepared to see what was inside. There was a table outstretched with many vials and bottles filled with unknown liquids. Next to it was a male Forsaken and a female tauren; she had the appearance of a frightened lamb before a wolf.

Then, he saw the tauren being given a vial of some substance that Kul'thran did not recongize. The tauren took the vial hesitantly, and bit her lip fearfully. Seeing this act of horror, Kul'thran moved to stop her, but with a single glup she downed the liquid.

At first, nothing happened to the troll's surprise, but after a few seconds, the tauren let out a groan, and fell to the ground, possibly dead. Kul'thran was horrified by the scene, and then the Forsaken noticed him in the room.

"Ah, pardon me for that rather uncouth scene," he said casually. He was wearing a red cloth over his mouth, so Kul'thran could not see what his face was like. He could only see those yellow eyes and green hair.

"... Why...? Why did ya do dat?" Kul'thran asked nervously.

"You would never understand, being of the living, troll. It is merely another plague being designed by our Apothecarists. I am one of them." His eyes held no pity, no remorse for what he had done to the tauren.

"Anudder plague will jus' cause more pain 'n sufferin'," Kul'thran said, more calmly this time. "Da last one turned ya inta what ya be, mon."

"And I enjoy it, troll. There's nothing wrong with sharing something you delight in with others. Is there?"

Kul'thran clinched his fists, and grit his teeth. "No mon deserves dis ting on dem."

"You misunderstand me; it's for the Scarlet Crusade. I'm certain you have heard of them."

Kul'thran nodded; the Scarlet Crusade was a group of zealous, religious humans who made constant war on the Forsaken and the Undercity. They were a major thorn in the Horde's side, and there were rumors that they were part of the Alliance.

However, he was not convinced; after seeing what was in Ragefire Chasm and what he had beheld of the Shadow Council, Kul'thran was highly skeptical about this new plague's purpose.

"Then why ya be testin' it on our own members of the Horde?" Kul'thran demanded.

"She volunteered for it, obviously." He let out a cruel and cold laugh. "I doubt any would actually want to try this. But... our enemies will see the truth soon enough. ... are done here? I have work to do, and you're wasting my time."

Kul'thran growled, but said nothing. Instead, he turned around and left the Apothecarium. The Undercity sickened him, and he wanted to leave. Besides, he had work to do in Ashenvale for Thrall.