But two creatures managed to catch her eye and stay stable in their place; Melthurian and Rickarla, two menacing beings manipulated into service. At two separate times but similar in nature, they both crushed the opposition and climbed through the ranks of Bane until Melthurian stood as the left hand, Rickarla as the right. This left Vaxir and her Bane with the two hands once more, Duskwood slowly succumbing to a state of constant terror where shadows lay. Both were granted substantial rewards from the behemoth's own hands, corruption flooding their veins, ensuring they would be worthy of their sub-positions.
This didn't last, however. Melthurian slipped once and the fabled, immense rage of the Blood Master ensured a slow and painful death at her hands until his head was mounted upon a spike protruding from his master's pauldron as a permanent warning to all. The other subordinate leader, Rickarla, was found to scratch around traitorous thoughts as she eventually strode away from Raven Hill and Bane itself, leaving Vaxir with two empty seats at Bane's top. Both had risen. Both had failed. Some lower ranks under the two Overseers followed the path as they left Duskwood and Bane, the Overlord's blood curdling laughter filling the crypts - she now had only the truly corrupted and true to the cause remaining. This, to her, was only beneficial.
So it went that the Blood Master mused over whom to bring to power in her ranks after only the true to the cause were left in service. Eventually one being caught her eye, one of her kind, Qual'kin. With a lacking proposition and instead a forceful hand, the elf was brought into power at Vaxir's side, the behemoth deciding now that one subordinate leader was enough, her previous mistakes long forgotten. All this left Bane with further enemies, her four talon claw mark resting upon a sum of failures and traitors and the few worthy miscreants who refused to fall to their Master or their foes.
What happened after that, though, is unknown. Without warning, Vaxir up and left, telling a handful of her most trusted minions that her return would be inevitable and they should await her presence once more. The beast was last seen ripping open the fabrics of the air and stepping into the darkened realm, leaving nothing but rotting earth where she had stood. Presumably she had taken her work to the icy norths, continuing her corruption and misdeeds there with only a few followers. Only few times did people whisper they had seen an odd, frightful shadow in Duskwood that whispered to them, odd claws snaking out the breach of the darkness, but this could have been mere delusion.
More close to the current date, a man was heard yelling from Raven Hill, running as fast as he could out of the cemetery to anywhere with light and safety. His chest was bloodied, four familiar claw slashes raked deep into his chest. He didn't stop to be helped; the fear on his face could tell a million stories as to why, but one thing was for certain, the blistering marking came from the beast itself...
Finally, Vaxir and her few North-bound subordinates reappeared to the rest of the awaiting Bane for the next phase of the legacy. Proclaiming it now common knowledge, she told her remaining followers what Bane had been all about - making way for the next resurrection of the Scourge. What key knowledge was kept only to the higher ranks now became known to all, telling that they had been manipulating the lesser creatures of the guild all along. These days, though, the ranks preach the ways of the Scourge for all to hear. Whoever joins the cause is rewarded. Whoever fights against the organization is merely destroyed, or even forced into serving as a last act of spite. The new era of the Scourge may be lacking in numbers, but Vaxir, her Bane, is determined to bring it back no matter what. Even with the previous master slumbering in the void, nothing can stop them.