The peons of the Horde began construction of the camp, farms to keep their cattle and utilizing the fertile soil of the land to grow food while Tathamet meditated, communing with his vessel (prisoner) for a deal. "You seek knowledge of this world? I hate to disappoint you, but I've not step into this world for nearly ten thousand years. To see that humans are starting to populate this part of the world has stirred Avenger from his comatose form." It was true, the source of all evils in the world was resonating with the natives of this world. The curse was originally designated to target humans, but now any sapient being was a viable target. It just happens to like targeting humans the most even when Tathamet has subued the dark entity within his host.

"You have fought in several great wars, as a strategist. Perhaps you could share some good advice?" the Death Aspect inquired with a hidden threat that Naraku knew of. "...Seek out this kingdom's allies, study them, and crush them. I recommend decimating the naval fleet belonging to a different kingdom that I sense far away. Let the Horde handle this petty kingdom. Kul Tiras is the one you seek...although the mages of a certain place on Azeroth will be quite a nuisance if left alone if what our dear demons spoke of were true."

"I commend your ability to speak with planets Naraku," Tathamet praised, inwardly jealous of Naraku's natural gifts he would rarely share with. "Perhaps you know of some dark magic ritual of sorts to give these wretched orcs power against these mages?" he asked. "...There is one, a dark ritual that is forbidden that I learned from the Millennium Spellbook. A book from another reality that was in a locked sector of the Cypher's Forbidden Libraries." Now this brought the Death Aspect's attention. He felt knowledge pour into his mind and he grinned at the forbidden secrets and parts of several additions to the ritual Naraku inscribed from his own knowledge.

He noticed Gul'dan was walking up to him and he spoke his demands. "Bring me as much gold as you can, and ninety-nine human sacrifices. The Horde will be given a gift by me to aid in their...endeavors." he spoke as Gul'dan bowed his head, the greed in his red eyes shown as he began his work.

Naraku pondered if it was the right thing to do, but decided it was best to cooperate now and earn the corruption's trust, then when the time was right, expel this blight for good. But Sargeras was watching from the inside as well, his portion was something to be very cautious of.

By nightfall seven days later, ninety-nine humans were brought before him from the Horde's raid on human settlements. Men, women and children alike were here and the mass of gold collected from both Draenor and the humans in a giant cauldron of steel. With his fire, the gold melted into a lake of gold as the humans were thrown in. The warlock chanted the dark aria as the ground shook while shadows danced. It made Gul'dan smile with excitement of more power as he felt the power from within the cauldron overwhelm the lesser orcs as chieftans roared savagely with pride as the wind tore around them.

Tathamet pierced the ground, creating a small hole with his magic as the gold infused with the blood, flesh and souls as it was poured into the ground as the chants grew more powerful as Tathamet inbued an additional chant to the spell. The gold sank into the earth as it shook, a giant monument erupted from the earth, a great sarcophagus as seven golden items were embedded into it. Tathamet walked towards it, and pulled out the staff from its slot.

"Gul'dan, approach." he commanded. The greatest warlock of the Horde approach, bowing as the Will of Sargeras presented the staff to him. "Take the Staff of Hunger...with it, may your enemies powers weaken as your own grows." he spoke as Gul'dan humbly took it and felt the power of the item course through him. "Grommash Hellscream, chieftan of the Warsong Clan." he called out as the legendary orc walked to him in stride. "Your might is legendary, your fury untamed." Tathamet spoke as he pried out the axe. "Take the Edge of Wrath, and with your rage growing with every second, so will the Edge's own power." Grom took the axe with a snarl as he roared in primal anger as the weapon resonated and glowed an ominous blood red color.

"Kilrogg Deadeye, come forth." Tathamet ordered as the chieftan of the Bleeding Hollow clan walked forward. "You see things no mortal can see through your ancestor's great rituals..." the Death Aspect told him as he pried the golden eye from its socket. "So with the Eye of Truth, shall you see things clearer than anyone else." the orb glowed as Tathamet shoved it into Kilrogg's empty eye socket, the power coursing through the orc as he roared in agony as his body was adapting to the new power.

"Durotan of the Frostwolf, approach."

The silence was intense as the chieftan of the Frostwolf clan approach. Caution in his step as he was one of the few whom did not drink the pit lord's blood, ensuring his services to the Legion. "You seek to uncover the truth of things, yet you walk in a dark forest, blinded by worry and fear." the Dragon Aspect drawled out as he pried another item. "With the Compass of Stars, may you and your people be guided towards the right path before you. The 'compass' was a necklace, with strange prongs alongside the edges as the center of it was a multipointed star that had a faint glow to it.

Durotan accepted the gift, placing it on his neck as he felt nothing from it.

"Orgrim of the Blackrock clan, come forward." Now the other of the clan whom did not drink the demon blood approached. A wary expression on his face as Tathamet grinned; "Your clan is divided, but still function as a whole. Depending on the choice you make in your lifetime young chieftan, they will emerge glorious, or met a terrible ruin ahead." this made Orgrim Doomhammer grit his teeth, as if something he was told was coming to pass. "For that, I grant you this..." prying another relic, he presented it to Orgrim. "This is the Seal of Fellblood, a relic specifically used to punish foolish warlocks whom dare misuse their powers against the Horde's noble cause." Orgrim took the seal and looked at it, it was a medallion with ancient writing of an unknown origin that filled him with a strange sense of peace.

"Now saving one of the best for last...Blackhand, come forth!"

The orcs let out cries of joy and salutes, cheers as the leader of the Horde walked forward and bowed to Tathamet. "You are the one who lead the assault against the secretive draenei on Draenor, eliminating them and their self-righteous oppression with their 'Light'. Become the bane to those that harness that wretched Light, with this...!" Tathamet bellowed as he pried the sixth item from the sarcaphogas. "I give to you...Gnawing Shadow." he presented a gauntlet to the Warchief, it was small, but when it landed in Blackhand's palm, it grew to the size of his hand as he wore it as a complete fit. "It shall devour the Light of your enemies...render them weak and to teach the the meaning of despair." he sneered as Blackhand lifted his armored fist in the air as all other orcs did the same in salute.

"Yes...with this this kingdom in the south shall fall. I shall heed Naraku's advice and destroy the naval fleet of Kul Tiras...no better yet, conquer and make it my domain." Tathamet mentally laughed as he held the seventh item in his hand. It was a ring, enscripted with a dark language that glowed with the light of fire as he wore it. The Master Ring which controls all other artefacts so they won't be used against him, and offer him tithes from their own growing power as the more they were used.

"So you're going to attempt to take over an entire island kingdom by yourself?" Naraku inquired after the ceremony was complete as Tathamet laughed in his personal chambers. "Of course not my foolish vessel." Tathamet replied with a cruel smirk as he got onto his bed. "My dear Yrel and Azshara are going to assist me in this glorious conquest, right girls?" he asked as said girls crawled onto the bed trailing their hands over his body as they smiled at him. "Of course our liege. We will assist you with anything you want." they purred as Tathamet wrapped and arm around their waists and pulled them close. It was going to be a glorious conquest indeed.

Deathwing growled at the intrustion to his lair, forest vines restraining his brood as he himself barged into the entry way of his cave to bear witness to those foolish enough to enter his domain. The Fallen Aspect blinked at the sight of Naraku's spawn, all calm and bearing a seriousness in their eyes as the leader of the flight bowed to him. "Grandfather, it has been a long time since we've seen you." the dragon spoke with fondess as Deathwing quelled his anger at the sight of his legacy. "Kurokaze, what is the meaning of this sudden intrusion?" Deathwing inquired as the dragon looked at him. "Father has returned to this world, under the control of the Legion and with these...creatures called orcs at his command." he answered.

Deathwing snarled at the information, his seething lava blood flowing angrily at the news. Sargeras had taken his prodilogical son and twisted him to his will. He came prepared though, he recreated his Dragon Soul on a weaker scale for this exact purpose. The device was to absorb the Will of Sargeras' power and restore Naraku's mind from the corruption. He would free his son, and he was willing to do whatever it took to save him.