NPC Story: Blightcook Allison Williams

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NPC: Blightcook Allison Williams


It takes a very strange sort of man to style himself a ‘blightcook.’ Mr. Allison Williams stands as the only currently known former member of the Cult of the Damned who did such. Born to loving parents who earned their keep as household servants to a small, but prosperous barony 27 years before the onset of the Third War, he wasn’t by any accounts special aside from one trait. His size. Standing at nearly seven feet in height, and sporting shoulders more suited to an Un’goro silverback gorilla than a man, the only thing preventing him from making an astoundingly impressive, and imposing figure in gleaming armor as a man-at-arms under his lord was, once again, his size. Allison was anything but athletic, and anything but motived by a desire for physical activity. From a young age, he helped his older sister (a scullery maid) in her duties, and while doing so ran odd jobs for other kitchen staff, including the chefs. This offered him ample opportunity to scavenge leftovers, and he rapidly earned numerous unflattering titles and nicknames.

Two traits developed as he aged that ensured he remained sheltered, and employed. The first was that, in his various scamperings he managed to pick up the culinary arts to an extent that some wondered if he was some form of savant (a skill that lead him to a position that in time would spell ruin and disaster for his erstwhile Lord and Lady). The second was a genuinely friendly, amicable, jovial, and down right mild, pleasant temperament. Quick to laugh, slow to anger, generous with affection, and stingy with venom, every member of the staff and family adored the house’s young chef. This state of being was not to last though. The cliché beginning of the end came, as oft times happened, with the failing health of a loved one.

A summer bought with dysentery claimed his mother quite suddenly. The Lord of the castle had been very generous with prayer for the woman’s health (devout as he was, this was expected), but somewhat less so with the gold required to hire a healer to tend to her, and as such she passed. Concealing a slowly festering resentment, and an even deeper depression resulting from the demise of the parent that had indulged him for the whole of his life, Allison found himself very vulnerable to a few suggestions made to him by one of the wandering couriers that frequented the keep. An end to death. Freedom and equality for all. Immortality for Lord and Peasant alike. This ‘cult of the damned’ seemed more like a ‘cult of damned good ideas’ as he later joked with his fellows. So. As the plague raged, and the faithful gathered to bask in the comfort of delicious food, loving company, high walls, well armed troops, and all the things that made life secure? Allison did what he did best. He cooked.

The Harvest Festival feast that year was, despite the troubles outside a grand one. Minor nobility, down to knights and squires filled vast tables in cavernous feasting halls. Servants, and Lords, all in their proper places crammed mouthful after mouthful of delectable meals down their gullets. The renowned chef’s skill had, if anything been understated by his bragging masters. This was the pinnacle of his career. Fresh, fluffy loaves of bread and rolls. Juicy, soft, perfectly prepared stuffing, and crisp, flakey pie crusts. No one asked where the grain that made the flour that produced these things had come from. Not until they started to fall ill. When the scourge came to enter that forlorn fortress? They found no resistance. Just reinforcements. Thus Blightcook Allison Williams earned his title.

Storyline: AU Fall Of Lordaeron

Status: Slain

Sand & Blood: Deployment

Sand & Blood RP Campaign

“Sand & Blood: Day 1, Deployment

Reports have reached us regarding a potential Cult Of The Damned south in Uldar. Though at first glance one might dismiss the location as too absurd and already pillaged, the real concern we see is that the undead present there pre-date the scourge and were potentially created with Titan magic. We mobilized swiftly after a debriefing with Gricen, and from there moved out. Without need for much in the way of supplies, we hope to be upon the matter quicker than expected and be able to corner the potential Cult. Our interests are intelligence based and will require extensive ‘interrogation’ of any subjects captured alive – though rest assured any cultist found will enjoy swift execution without the gift of undeath. -U”

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Arathi Campaign – Victory and Blood

“Victory….and then rest. We were successful vultures and plucked from the battlefield many humans for resurrection, and for repair purposes. -U”


Hammerfall became our base camp. We settled in there alongside the Dawnfury, First Light, Megabucks, and others of the Horde. The location because a medical base, ideal for us to use to hide the bodies of dead humans at….to avoid the Alliance from assaulting the location to pillage the battlefield dead we acquired.


A number of the members of the Nexus helped to assault an Alliance settlement. The Legion of Vengeance lead the charge, proving troops with chemical spraying equipment that proved very effective against our foes.


Eventually the fighting pressed to the front Gates of the Keep. There the Horde faced bitter resistance as Arathi natives and Alliance tried to repel the Horde in vain.

The Alliance were defeated, their forces pressed into retreat. We cleaned out the Keep, and there the leaders of the Horde gathered with their core to discuss victory. Ultimately, the Keep was left in ruin and rebuild efforts thwarted for now.

Arathi Campaign – The Caravan

“Though defeated on the fight night of combat, we will not so easily yield or let this dampen our spirits. -U”


The siege has begun, and based on the skirmishes is already bloody. To try and turn back the tide of war, and the odds into the favor of the Horde we rode out to strike at a supply caravan of critical goods.


The siege has begun, and based on the skirmishes is already bloody. To try and turn back the tide of war, and the odds into the favor of the Horde we rode out to strike at a supply caravan of critical goods.


Horde rally before ride out.


The Horde caught the caravan outside the tunnel, blindsiding them. Clashing headlong into their forces, the fighting was bloody. There were heavy losses on both sides, and the wounded were dragged off the battlefield at alarming numbers. A medical station was held at Hammerfall, and soon was flooded with the injured.

Soldiers and leaders alike fell, the Horde was defeated…barely. The smell of blood, open wounds coupled with groans of pain made the Hammerfall camp less than peaceful overnight.

Arathi – Armory Night & Deployment

“To arms, to defend our home once more. -U”


Armory night went well, with supplies and armor issued to those in need. Most of us were well equipped, and only the shovelheads were in need.


After inspections, we mounted up and checked our steeds and supplies before riding out of our base in Ambermill.


The meeting in Arathi saw leaders from many different branches of the Horde. We are now stations in Arathi until the Alliance threat is crushed. We will cull their dead for our own purposes.