Tillna
06-06-2006, 01:03 PM
Inorder to understand the arts of controlling the dead, you need to suffer an undeath. Shigana found this out the hard way.
When Shigana was 16, she was used by her grandfather. He Sacrificed her to prove to Darkmaster Gandling that he had no fear. Back then, Shigana had been blonde and had fair skin. The dagger had peirced her heart, spilling her deep crimson blood onto her then white robes. Then, under the command of Gandling, He attempted to raise her fallen body.
A priest using Necromancy is a sight to behold. They always mix the holy magic with the blood arts, causing a horrible mess. This was no acception. Shigana had been floating away from her body, crying. But, for her, at the last minute, her spul ripped from its resting place, shoved into her now living body. That act forever doomed Shigana.
Her soul twisted.
Her skin tanned.
Her hair turned black.
She rose and slayed those around her with a wave of shadow power. A near by Blood elf managed to reflect it back on her, causing her arm to sever and fly off to the corner of the room. Shigana meerly jumped up, shoving a fist through the Elf's throat, painting the room in the crimson blood.
"I am Shigana BArov no more. I am...Shigana Xi."
She had arbetraily choosen the name, as she ripped the Blood Elf's arm off, using her arts to attach it as her own, arts she had never learned or seen before.
It was this event that taught Shigana that she had powers. She coudl command the dead, attach limbs with ease, make a shield out of her blood. She was indestructable, combining her skills to figure out how to link souls to bodies. All it took was blood in a symbol she drew, and it woudl take affect as she willed it. She abused this power, creating a body of he rliking. But she never considered herself an undead or a Frosaken. She was something else. HEr own race. She hated the others...burning her, stabbign her, trying to kill her...for that, she raised their famalies to fight the reaminign ones. It delighted her to see it. It made her happy, to see death and destruction. She smiled when the died, when an artery broke and blood spilled into the sky, bathing her in a sea of Red. It was her pleasure to cause pain.
When Shigana was 16, she was used by her grandfather. He Sacrificed her to prove to Darkmaster Gandling that he had no fear. Back then, Shigana had been blonde and had fair skin. The dagger had peirced her heart, spilling her deep crimson blood onto her then white robes. Then, under the command of Gandling, He attempted to raise her fallen body.
A priest using Necromancy is a sight to behold. They always mix the holy magic with the blood arts, causing a horrible mess. This was no acception. Shigana had been floating away from her body, crying. But, for her, at the last minute, her spul ripped from its resting place, shoved into her now living body. That act forever doomed Shigana.
Her soul twisted.
Her skin tanned.
Her hair turned black.
She rose and slayed those around her with a wave of shadow power. A near by Blood elf managed to reflect it back on her, causing her arm to sever and fly off to the corner of the room. Shigana meerly jumped up, shoving a fist through the Elf's throat, painting the room in the crimson blood.
"I am Shigana BArov no more. I am...Shigana Xi."
She had arbetraily choosen the name, as she ripped the Blood Elf's arm off, using her arts to attach it as her own, arts she had never learned or seen before.
It was this event that taught Shigana that she had powers. She coudl command the dead, attach limbs with ease, make a shield out of her blood. She was indestructable, combining her skills to figure out how to link souls to bodies. All it took was blood in a symbol she drew, and it woudl take affect as she willed it. She abused this power, creating a body of he rliking. But she never considered herself an undead or a Frosaken. She was something else. HEr own race. She hated the others...burning her, stabbign her, trying to kill her...for that, she raised their famalies to fight the reaminign ones. It delighted her to see it. It made her happy, to see death and destruction. She smiled when the died, when an artery broke and blood spilled into the sky, bathing her in a sea of Red. It was her pleasure to cause pain.