Catalinetta
11-17-2008, 10:06 AM
To the Knight known as Maithanet Dawnbringer:
My name is Aliador Brightdawn. I am a priest of no great importance, unknown to most of Silvermoon as my work hast mostly been confined to a small and unattended chapel within Eversong Woods. That aside, I write to you at a time of great need. There is evil in this world, and if what is said of you has any truth, then I trust that you will believe the words in this letter.
I will start my story from the beginning.
Several days ago, my master and I, Father Dariul Sunstone were tending to our daily duties within the chapel. While finishing for the morning’s service, which was unsurprisingly unattended, we came across a young knight in training. She seemed eager to learn about the Light, mentioning that a friend of hers named Cerryan would be travelling to Northrend, and that she desired nothing more than to learn about the Light in it’s holiest of forms so that she might aid both him, and yourself, who she described as her instructor. Her name, she said, was Catalinetta D’Aragon. A self described “hero in training”.
While I must admit my skepticism, I left Father Sunstone to speak to this young woman. While I busied myself in the back room, organizing the used and unused candles, I overheard a shrill scream from within the chapel.
Not daring to leave the back room (yes, I admit my own cowardice), I looked through the door’s keyhole and found myself looking at several ghouls invading our beloved place of worship. They were quickly dispatched by your pupil, who showed great bravery despite her obvious fear. Unfortunately, they were not alone. Following the ghouls came a most hideous sight indeed; a Death Knight. Clad in black plate mail with eyes glowing an unholy light, he approached miss D’Aragon and quickly overtook her in a sword duel.
Your student did not give up her fight, however. She heroically defended Father Sunstone, who, despite his own skill as an orator and healer, is not one for the battlefield. Standing before him, she continued to barrage the Death Knight with her beliefs, stating that she would never allow him to kill Father Sunstone while she lived.
It was then that he seemed to laugh, although it might have been a cough. I can not be sure.
The Death Knight approached her, stabbing the beautiful mosaic tiles of our chapel with his runic blade. With a swift hand, he grabbed the lady’s hair and dragged her to her knees, stating that she was indeed brave and foolish, as most heroes were. As he did this horribly ungentlemanly action, miss D’Aragon’s armor slipped in such a way that he caught sight of a tattoo on her shoulder. Upon seeing it, the Death Knight questioned her.
“Who is this?”
“Uther the Lightbringer,” she responded, lifting her chin with pride.
The Death Knight laughed again. Or coughed, I am still unsure which. Nodding, he kept the girl on her knees, and made her an offer; her worthless existence in exchange for the life of Father Sunstone.
Father Sunstone was shocked when she agreed to the trade, stating that the world would not miss one knight as opposed to a man who had done so much good in the world, and indeed, Father Sunstone is an accomplished and charitable man.
With a laugh, the Death Knight asked her again, and a final time. Each was answered with a yes. Finally satisfied, the Death Knight grabbed miss D’Aragon by her face with his hand, and by the Light, I have never seen such an unholy display in all my life, and I never wish to again. Frost encased her body, sir. Ice consumed her, until her screams became trapped within. I could see her appearance change from within those walls, and I could hear the Death Knight speak an unholy language, although what he said I can not know.
Not long after, the ice shattered. Miss D’Aragon no longer looked herself, sir. Her eyes glowed with the same hatred as the Death Knight, and her skin seemed blackened by the cold. “A life is worthless, but a soul is irreplaceable,” said the villain, nodding towards Father Sunstone.
It was then that your pupil stepped forward, and with one quick motion, slashed the dear father from throat to groin. The blood stained our tiles, or altar, and the front pews. Least of all, it splashed on to miss D’Aragon, who made no motion to clean herself. Once this great and terrible deed was finished, she accompanied the Death Knight to the door. I never saw her again.
The soulless body that was once your student held more evil than I have ever seen. After having heard her true voice and spirit, I implore you sir. Kill miss D’Aragon. There is nothing more terrible than to have one’s life at the hands of another, especially one of such great evil. As I write this, I am hastily working on closing the chapel. Having seen such wanton violence, it is no longer the place of beauty that it once represented. I have hope that the new chapel that I build will feature a lovely garden. Perhaps you could bring miss D’Aragon’s remains there, to be laid to rest.
Despite her sins as a soulless body, I remember her bravery as a knight. Please kill her, sir. Put an end to the misery that is servitude of the Lich King.
Sincerely,
Aliador Brightdawn
My name is Aliador Brightdawn. I am a priest of no great importance, unknown to most of Silvermoon as my work hast mostly been confined to a small and unattended chapel within Eversong Woods. That aside, I write to you at a time of great need. There is evil in this world, and if what is said of you has any truth, then I trust that you will believe the words in this letter.
I will start my story from the beginning.
Several days ago, my master and I, Father Dariul Sunstone were tending to our daily duties within the chapel. While finishing for the morning’s service, which was unsurprisingly unattended, we came across a young knight in training. She seemed eager to learn about the Light, mentioning that a friend of hers named Cerryan would be travelling to Northrend, and that she desired nothing more than to learn about the Light in it’s holiest of forms so that she might aid both him, and yourself, who she described as her instructor. Her name, she said, was Catalinetta D’Aragon. A self described “hero in training”.
While I must admit my skepticism, I left Father Sunstone to speak to this young woman. While I busied myself in the back room, organizing the used and unused candles, I overheard a shrill scream from within the chapel.
Not daring to leave the back room (yes, I admit my own cowardice), I looked through the door’s keyhole and found myself looking at several ghouls invading our beloved place of worship. They were quickly dispatched by your pupil, who showed great bravery despite her obvious fear. Unfortunately, they were not alone. Following the ghouls came a most hideous sight indeed; a Death Knight. Clad in black plate mail with eyes glowing an unholy light, he approached miss D’Aragon and quickly overtook her in a sword duel.
Your student did not give up her fight, however. She heroically defended Father Sunstone, who, despite his own skill as an orator and healer, is not one for the battlefield. Standing before him, she continued to barrage the Death Knight with her beliefs, stating that she would never allow him to kill Father Sunstone while she lived.
It was then that he seemed to laugh, although it might have been a cough. I can not be sure.
The Death Knight approached her, stabbing the beautiful mosaic tiles of our chapel with his runic blade. With a swift hand, he grabbed the lady’s hair and dragged her to her knees, stating that she was indeed brave and foolish, as most heroes were. As he did this horribly ungentlemanly action, miss D’Aragon’s armor slipped in such a way that he caught sight of a tattoo on her shoulder. Upon seeing it, the Death Knight questioned her.
“Who is this?”
“Uther the Lightbringer,” she responded, lifting her chin with pride.
The Death Knight laughed again. Or coughed, I am still unsure which. Nodding, he kept the girl on her knees, and made her an offer; her worthless existence in exchange for the life of Father Sunstone.
Father Sunstone was shocked when she agreed to the trade, stating that the world would not miss one knight as opposed to a man who had done so much good in the world, and indeed, Father Sunstone is an accomplished and charitable man.
With a laugh, the Death Knight asked her again, and a final time. Each was answered with a yes. Finally satisfied, the Death Knight grabbed miss D’Aragon by her face with his hand, and by the Light, I have never seen such an unholy display in all my life, and I never wish to again. Frost encased her body, sir. Ice consumed her, until her screams became trapped within. I could see her appearance change from within those walls, and I could hear the Death Knight speak an unholy language, although what he said I can not know.
Not long after, the ice shattered. Miss D’Aragon no longer looked herself, sir. Her eyes glowed with the same hatred as the Death Knight, and her skin seemed blackened by the cold. “A life is worthless, but a soul is irreplaceable,” said the villain, nodding towards Father Sunstone.
It was then that your pupil stepped forward, and with one quick motion, slashed the dear father from throat to groin. The blood stained our tiles, or altar, and the front pews. Least of all, it splashed on to miss D’Aragon, who made no motion to clean herself. Once this great and terrible deed was finished, she accompanied the Death Knight to the door. I never saw her again.
The soulless body that was once your student held more evil than I have ever seen. After having heard her true voice and spirit, I implore you sir. Kill miss D’Aragon. There is nothing more terrible than to have one’s life at the hands of another, especially one of such great evil. As I write this, I am hastily working on closing the chapel. Having seen such wanton violence, it is no longer the place of beauty that it once represented. I have hope that the new chapel that I build will feature a lovely garden. Perhaps you could bring miss D’Aragon’s remains there, to be laid to rest.
Despite her sins as a soulless body, I remember her bravery as a knight. Please kill her, sir. Put an end to the misery that is servitude of the Lich King.
Sincerely,
Aliador Brightdawn