|“|| The Felsworn calls for you, and only through faith, and obedience, can you rise.
Let me lead you to the paradise I am creating, or face the consequences.
- Vlakor Blackstrom
Treading forward, one step more firm the last. The High Judge of the Felsworn makes his appearance known the second he enters the room. With a chin held high, and a gaze as stern and hard as bedrock itself. The eyes of pure judgment fall upon you as you look into the narrowed dark green eyes of this man. With a headful of hair, formerly blonde, but now and more a faint grey. His hair is usually somewhat wild in the end, but it's clear a certain amount of small effort is put into keeping it proper, and swept backwards.. He also carries a large beard, connected to his mustache, as well as his sideburns.
Judge Blackstrom is not very tall, he's about average for a Human male of Stormwind. His Shoulders are broad which makes his frame rather large still. He maintains a certain amount of muscle over his body, but one would never mistake the man for a Soldier, as his frame is not of the bulky kind.
Most usually clad in the uniform for his work. Long black robes made out of leather, with a layer of chainmail added to it. On the outside of which the long pitch black chains run down the frame, holding it all together. The buckle of the robe's belt is the skull of an executed imp, from long, long ago. The chest of the robe is hidden under the tabard, the tabard he carries and flaunts with such clear pride. A black background, with a matching border to the felgreen cross. The cross, that had once represented the Court of Bhargof, now recoloured.
Covering the leather and chainmail of his shoulderpads, are the dark feathers. And sprouting out from his shoulderpads are the pieces of metal matching that coming out from his dark hood in the form of a well covering mask.
|“||A man I once adored, but I'm finding it hard to do so, when I know I'll die if I step out of line.||”|
- Ashen Graeford
Vlakor created, and lead the Bhargof Court with brutal efficiency, tackling the heart of crime and corruption itself, while living in the luxury of the Stormwind keep. A cover up so perfect, the High Judge could take out his competitors in a legal sense, while still practicing his own ominous pieces of work behind closed doors, with the Court's hidden Core. But when internal conflicts were ultimately brought forward, Vlakor found it impossible to hide the hatred of his enemies that faced the consequences.
|“||I've never met a being like him and I probably never will again. For my own safety, I'll refrain from commenting too much on the High Judge... ...but I have learned not to underestimate him.||”|
- Edward Cliffe, Senior
|“||Dun let the ol' man fool ya... If all o' the evil in Azeroth took a form it wouldn' be enough ta make his shadow.||”|
- Morabella Williams
The Bhargof Court solved many cases, held many outstanding trials, and sentenced many criminals during its time. But when the lack of unity within the Court became too high, continuing to do so became an impossibility.
And it was after Vlakor's wife (at that time fiancee) found the book holding his long term plans, which included mentions of the Felsworn, that Vlakor decided the time has come, to put it into action. And the day came, when the Court was officially transformed into the Felsworn, and the Judge hid his Warlock self no longer...
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