Arbiter Quade Sutton

''"Do you think you can handle the power I possess?" ''-Arbiter Quade Sutton.

''"You are only one of two things while participating in a hunt: Predator, or prey. On this day, and the countless days ahead, I am your hunter, and you are my target. Prepare yourself, for the long hunt has just begun!" ''— Arbiter Quade Sutton.

Arbiter Quade Sutton
Quade Sutton is a renowned servant to the old god, N'Zoth. He was deemed worthy as per the great skills he displayed as a ruthless hunter who would track down and eliminate those who'd defy the corruptor.

Childhood
The same dream still haunts him. A vision back to the past, perhaps. The day when his traitorous ways were revealed before he even thought of becoming a traitor. A prophecy told by a prophet. A witch.

Esther Holloway, seer of Drustvar, and Quade's childhood friend, took Quade's palm, and looked into his future. There, she saw his undoing. Black magic surrounded him, as he was brought low by a band of highly skilled hunters. The Night Hunters. She pronounced the coming of his betrayal.

And Quade was very afraid.

Third Legion Invasion
Lord Quade Sutton, one of the most powerful warlocks and heroes of Azeroth. At least, that's what he used to be. Adorning grey robes, wearing a top hat, and carrying a cursed scythe, Quade used to lead forces to save his very planet. He was diligent and determined in his work. Even if the odds were against him, he would still carry hope. He was once a warlock to be feared upon the battlefield, and his enemies did fear him, but yet, he was kind and courteous towards his allies. Once a Netherlord of the Dreadscar Rift, and a skilled Night Hunter that never fails to defeat his prey and finish his hunt.

Quade never knew he would fall so far.

Fourth War
Not long after Esther Holloway announced his inevitable betrayal, he was tasked with destroying an abominable threat in Stormsong Valley. While investigating the cursed shrines of the land, he came across a middle-aged woman with dark blue hair, and wore the attire of a Boralus citizen. She exclaimed that her name is Almara, a simple commoner. This struck Quade as odd. Why would such a simple woman be this far out in the valley, where Old God fiends dwell? Almara pleaded for Quade's help, for she, too, was investigating Old God activity. Quade hesitated, as he had many questions, but accepted to help her nonetheless...

That was the mistake that changed his life forever.

Almara led Quade deep underground. There, he could feel loads of Old God corruption. Is this the origin of all the madness that has been running amok all this time? Quade felt a need to put a stop to all this. However, before he could make a single action, Almara turned to him, and released a huge smirk.

"You know, I've had my eyes on you for a long while now, Lord Sutton. You have embarked and completed countless missions, doing what you can to save your dying world. You fought against the Legion, the Scourge, Deathwing's lieutenants, the raging orcs of Draenor, and now, here you stand, fighting with everything you've got against the Old Gods. However, I am only here to show you the truth about this world, Quade. You're fighting for the wrong cause, you're fighting for the King of Diamonds, who is nothing but a pawn!"

Suddenly, Quade felt immobilized. He couldn't move. Dark magic lifted him off the ground, and restricted spellcasting of any kind. All Quade could do was struggle to get out of a trap... that was built for him.

Almara laughed. She seemed quite pleased.

"You have great power within you. But, what if that power was used to fight for the truth? For the Old Gods, of course. You can help them achieve their goals, and bring down your 'allies' who seek only to deceive you! I don't want to harm you, Quade, I only want to show you the real truth of Azeroth, of this dying planet that cannot be saved."

Almara turned her back towards Quade, and slightly glanced at him, waving her scepter. "Oh, and do not call me Almara. This form I hold is merely a disguise. My true name is Altima... Servant of the Master Below. The Shadowmancer. Now, let us begin to see who you will become."

Quade felt a rush of corrupted magic surge through him. The magic all around him implodes, causing a small explosion of dark energy. Quade fell to the ground, and punched the stone floor with his fist. He stood up, and let his new power surge through him. He felt... new. Invigorated. Enlightened. Whole.

"Ha... is this the Old God's might...?!"

From then on, he is now forever a changed man. A man who betrayed everything he stood for. A traitor, who will never back down until this world is destroyed.

''"You still peddle your ridiculous hope."  — ''Arbiter Quade Sutton, in response to Saint Darmina Moureson.

The Search for the Devil's Mask
Before Quade turned into one of N’Zoth’s servants, he was seen as a very powerful warlock. What made him so powerful is that he carried around cursed objects. One of them was his scythe, which his daughter now carriers around. The other, however, is a cursed mask, named the Devil’s Mask. This mask takes control of its wearer, sending them into a blind rage. If the mask is worn for too long, the wearer will turn into a bloodthirsty beast.

The reason why Quade now searches for this mask is because he feels that his power is waning. After N’Zoth’s defeat, he felt his control over the Void slipping away from him. As a substitute, Quade searches for the Devil’s Mask, in order to prevent himself from becoming too weak to be of service to the Oblivion Crusaders.

Quade lost possession of the mask after his betrayal, and now is on the search for it in Stormsong Valley.

Biography
''This journal belongs to Arbiter Quade Sutton. The journal looks a bit weathered, with dark scrawlings on the cover.''

Journal Entry 1:
I can't believe I'm actually writing this, but since I'm in the Sleeping City, surrounded by monstrosities, I suppose I should be writing down my experiences. To whoever is reading this asides from myself, I recommend to please put this book down. You're flipping through my journal without MY permission. If I catch you reading this, I will personally kill you myself. ~ Quade Sutton.

Anyway, onto my notes from today. Gods, I can't even put a date here, because time is so uncertain in Ny'alotha. *Ahem* Back on topic. My day started off with Kath'ruulon stepping through a Void Portal. Iadna and Synth Aqev were already with me at the time, idly waiting for something to happen. Kath'ruulon seemed frantic, almost as if he was panicking about something. Either way, I could not tell what he was on about for the first five minutes. It was not long before others stepped through that portal. Ozugam, Draskular, and some Kthir who I have not the name of, arrived. Perhaps they were with Kath'ruulon prior to stepping from that portal.

Kath'ruulon then called us to gather around him, as he has some sort of intel. I stepped closely to him. I felt his gaze immediately set upon me, and congratulated me for my efforts as a hunter, in front of everyone. I dismissed these compliments, as I did what I felt what I needed to do. A hunter tracks and hunts people. I do it for a living. Kath'ruulon said that, thanks to my efforts, we were able to track down a veteran of the Alliance, one who holds great information. Ah, yes, I know him. Master Strategist Caleb, veteran of the Stormwind Army, of the SI:7. It wasn't long before we departed, travelling through the means of a portal set up by Kath'ruulon. Our mission was to gather information by this Master Strategist. The only way we could accomplish this is by, of course, driving him to madness. Now, I'm going to tell you, I am not very good at casting maddening whispers into the minds of others. I do not have the ability to do so. I'd rather just kill my target and be done with it. However, I couldn't do that for this mission. I suppose I had to let my blade, Xan'valesh, do most of the work.

That moment when we stepped through that portal... it was chilling. I felt my very own warmth leave my body, and the moment I stepped out of that portal, my actual body was gone. It felt like I could just begin to float. That's how light I felt. It appeared that my consciousness was separated from my actual body, which made me feel a bit refreshed, for some reason. When I looked around after I exited the portal, I heard birds chirping, and trees brushing up against the wind. Elwynn Forest. It looked... beautiful. When I came to my senses, I saw two people with Stormwind armor in front of me. One of them was a guard, and the other... Ah, I recognized his face well. Master Strategist Caleb. He was dismissing the guard in front of him, arrogantly dismissing the problems between the Alliance and the Horde. Once he went into his house alone, that's when I found the time to strike out at him. The ones who could fit through the door, which was Iadna, Draskular, that Kthir which I can't exactly name at the moment, and myself. Once Caleb started to doze off, that's when I decided to act. I unsheathed my sword, and pointed it right next to Caleb's left ear. I didn't stab him, only pointed the edge of the blade really close to his head. It was that moment when shadows creeped off Xan'valesh, and traveled deep into Caleb's ear, eventually reaching his mind. I was grateful that he couldn't see us, or else we would've been in deep trouble.

Ah, I still remember the madness. Caleb started going crazy. He heard maddening whispers in his head, and witnessed horrifying hallucinations. My only intention was to make him experience tempting whispers, but the others couldn't help but contribute. Even the colossal giant that is Ozugam wanted to play with Caleb a little bit. Now that I think about it, everyone BUT Iadna contributed to the madness. It wasn't long before Caleb came to the conclusion that he drank too much alcohol, and dunk his head in a barrel full of water. I have -not- seen anyone so ignorant. Just as he sat down next to the fireplace, I saw Iadna slowly making her way to him. She caressed his cheek, and pressed her thumbs into Caleb's eyes. Although there was no physical pressure, it certainly tore apart Caleb's sanity quickly. He started screaming bloody madness, calling for the help of others, while blurting nonsense at the same time. Then, paranoia struck him, and begged for our unseen presences to halt. Caleb then proceeded to tell us what we wanted to hear... the Alliance is controlling a drilling operation in Silithus, driving back the Qiraji. Just as he told us this information, a Stormwind guard ran into Caleb's house, confused to the current situation. Before Caleb could explain anything to the guard, he just... collapsed. He collapsed and died from a damn heart attack. What are the odds? The guard kicked at Master Strategist Caleb's body, hoping to get some signs that he was alive. Nope. He is gone. Dead. A shame, he would've been useful as a servant of N'Zoth, coming up with strategies for all of us. At least we know what the Alliance is up to. I have all the information I need for the Blood War.

Either way, we all got what we wanted. We obtained the information, and returned back to Ny'alotha. Hm, perhaps I should start writing in this journal more. What an eventful day this has been. ~ Arbiter Quade Sutton.

Journal Entry 2:
Why am I still alive?

The Champions of Azeroth... they... they advanced without relenting, without any sense of mercy inside them. Any minion of N'Zoth they caught in their sight, they slaughtered without a second thought. I was there, I saw them! They are the Champions of Azeroth that brought down C'thun, Yogg-Saron, and Y'Sharrj. They stood strong during every Legion invasion, and imprisoned the Dark Titan. They defeated the Lich King, with the help of the Argent Crusade. They obliterated Deathwing, the Destroyer, with their own hands! And now... they defeated my Master, N'Zoth. The Champions of Azeroth were unstoppable and unbreakable, no matter what maddening whispers N'Zoth placed inside their minds. Damn it all, are these Champions even mortal?! They accomplished the impossible, no matter how powerful the threat is. There is no hope left.

I... I had to see them for myself. I wanted to see if -she- was a part of them. I separated myself from Kath'ruulon and the others, and went off alone. I did not even know where they ran off to, but all I heard was that N'Zoth called them back to his lair. When I stood in front of the Champions of Azeroth, everyone around them was dead. My allies... they're gone. The Champions most likely defeated Xanesh as well, and freed Queen Azshara. Damn it, the Naga must be looking everywhere for her, but it doesn't matter anymore. I looked around, searching for a particular someone, and... there she was. I caught her eyes, and she caught mine. My daughter, Amellia... she stands with the Champions of Azeroth. They all glared at me with harmful intentions. I knew I won't be able to get out of this without a fight. There was so many of them. Is this even a fair fight? Either way, I wanted to test the mettle of these so-called "Champions", so I drew my blade, preparing myself for a fight. This is it. I get to face my own daughter in combat. From hunter to hunter. I let out a "Hmph", and charged at the Champions at full speed. No matter what trick I tried to pull off, they knew how to block it. My blade met with the shield of a paladin, and I was sent backward. In the corner of my eyes, I witnessed my daughter charge at me with her scythe. With her allies surrounding me, and not giving me enough room to dodge, my stomach was struck with her scythe. Blood poured out of my wound, but I gritted my teeth. ''Focus, Quade! ''I thought to myself. What can I do to best the Champions of Azeroth? Brute force? Destructive shadows? I then made up my mind, and unleashed a barrage of shadows upon the Champions. Each bolt of shadow sought out the hearts of every opponent I faced. It would've dealt some damage... if it weren't for a priest unleashing a blinding Light. My eyes burned, and left my defenses wide open! Once I gained my sight back... I had no time to defend myself. I found myself being attacked by the Champions of Azeroth, one after another. It's like they took their turns taking a hit at me. I sustained numerous wounds, but I still remained standing. I unleashed a burst of shadows, just to get themselves off me! Each Champion around were knocked back, but as I was about to unleash another attack... a bullet struck my heart. I couldn't move! I was knocked off balance, and was brought to one knee. The next thing that I saw was my very own daughter charging at me, scythe in hand. She swung, and as I tried to step back, her scythe found its way into my skin. I growled in pain, and the next thing I knew, a bolt of frost struck me as well, sending me to the ground.

I thought I was done for. My face hit the stone floor. I sustained many wounds, but I heard a voice inside my head... ''"Leave. Retreat with your allies. Leave the unbelievers to me. Let them come to my lair, my Chosen." ''N'Zoth? It had to be N'Zoth... it sounded like him. I slowly got up, with the Champions of Azeroth behind me, not making a move. Why weren't they moving? Were they preparing their next attack? Either way, this gave me a golden opportunity to retreat. My sword gathered dark energy, and with a downward slash, a Void portal formed. With my left hand over my stomach, I walked through the portal. Now? I don't know what to do anymore. I don't even know where I am. Is this my new home? No... It cannot be. The surrounding area is too uncomfortable for me to stay in.

I sat alone, as if I was awaiting something. All of a sudden, I felt a shift of unease within me, as if something is telling me that the Champions of Azeroth succeeded. With all of my remaining strength, I tried to open up a portal back to Ny'alotha, but to no avail. I no longer feel N'Zoth's power within me, only my own. Does this mean that N'Zoth is gone? But... what about his truth? His truths cannot be fulfilled if he isn't around. Things took a drastic turn for us. The Champions of Azeroth won, with my own daughter among them. What am I to do now? I need to find Kath'ruulon. Perhaps he knows what to do next... because for me, I do not know where to go. My plans all crumbled into dust. ~ Arbiter Quade Sutton.