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  1. They made a peculiar duo, Cat and Aetheril. Though both were death knights, and shared a biological father, that is where the similarities ended. Aetheril, tall and thin, draped in the shadow magic that disguised his form, glided gracefully beside Cat. She, short and awkward in black plate, trudged like a kodo. The original plan was to head to Northrend, in search of their fellow rogue death knights. With them as allies, they could protect themselves more efficiently against the paladins who sought their execution. It seemed simple enough until they arrived in Silvermoon, and while asking about a portal to Northrend, caught wind of a far closer destination. “Northrend? What would anyone want to go there for?” Asked the mage who’s portal could send them to the icy battleground. He didn’t give them a chance to answer. “Looking for other death knights?” Cat’s face gave away their carefully crafted plot, even if she stayed quiet. Aetheril was just about to work on clouding the mage’s memories of them when he continued to speak. “Look, I don’t want any trouble, but there are plenty of them in Windrunner Village. So I hear,” he said carelessly. “Got to the point where they got sick of everyone gawking at them in town, so they decided to take it over for themselves. A whole town of undead,” he added with a shudder, then quickly waved his hands. “N-not that there’s anything wrong with that.” Aetheril smiled at the nosy elf, his blue eyes flashing once. The mage blinked. “..sorry, was I saying something?” “No,” Aetheril said kindly, taking Cat by the arm and gently leading her to the city’s southern exit. “We were just leaving.” That was how they wound up walking the road through Quel’thalas, en route to Windrunner Village, staying as inconspicuous as Aetheril’s power would allow. “A whole town of death knights,” Cat said wistfully. The idea was somewhat comforting. “They definitely aren’t Ebon Blade if they’re just trying to live there, out of conflict. The Ebon Blade would have sent them all to the shore by now.” "Not as uncommon as you might think," replied Aetheril, distantly, half his attention focused on mental deflection, a mantra running through his skull. "Knightly orders fragment, whether by doctrinal squabbles or vast distance. I belonged to a similar enclave. They're still out there, I hope." "I hope they're safe.." Cat murmured quietly as they approached the village. A few faded memories of her time as a Blood Knight initiate came to her, as the view of the small settlement came into focus. It was a lot nicer than she remembered; repaired roofs, a few new fences, corpses no longer littering the ground. She remembered going there to exterminate the lingering Scourge, but there was no sign of them now. "I suppose we should thank them for keeping the village in order," Aetheril murmured, mouth tilting into a wry grin. "Famous name, Windrunner. But it'll be years before Silvermoon can get to reclaiming the place." He took a long draw at the air, clammy with ground mist. His psychic shields remained clamped in position, prying eyes likely to slide right past them. "Do you think they'll be friendly?" "I hope so. We're coming with good intentions," Cat thought out loud, looking around for some sort of movement. As they entered the village’s main thoroughfare, the telltale sound of carpentry could be heard. Someone was sawing wood, someone else hammering nails. The sound stopped sharply as Cat stepped on a twig and snapped it sharply underfoot. “Can I help you?” Came a voice from behind the two death knights, a deep masculine voice that seemed somehow familiar. Cat turned around quickly to regard him, and found an older Sin’dorei wearing the clothes of a peasant. Were it not for the blue glow of his eyes, she might have assumed he was a simple farmer. At his hip, however, the Sin’dorei carried a sword. It glowed brightly with the same color of his eyes. “Oh! Uh… sorry to intrude,” Cat said apologetically, bowing her head respectfully. “My name is Cat D’Aragon. This is Aetheril. We’re Death Knights,” she explained haphazardly. “Yes, I gathered,” the other knight chuckled. “I take it you heard about our little town in Silvermoon. Word travels fast. Well good,” he added with a friendly smile. “We were hoping that any other knights in search of a home might come to us. My name is Rhyden. Welcome to Windrunner Village.” Aetheril relaxed his wards just a little, but his curious eyes remained fixed on their visitor, and his mind on the locale. "Warmer welcome than I expected," he observed, haltingly, as he pushed back the brim of his tall hat. As a matter-of-course, his other hand hung close to the unmarked side-sword at his hip, but he made no move for it. "Do you keep no watch?" he asked, his brows furrowing. One ear twitched. "Not in some time," Rhyden admitted. "This is not a military base. This is a village. The death knights who live here are attempting to eke out some normalcy. Rarely do we get visitors, but.. on the chance that we encounter someone.. 'unfriendly', they are met swiftly. You will find that we all are quite protective of our little home." Rhyden led both death knights toward an area of the village that seemed a little more active. Though the majority of those they saw were Sin’dorei, there were a few other races sprinkled throughout; a tauren female, an orcish male, two goblin females. They, along with about half a dozen Sin’dorei seemed to be working together on building a new animal pen. A few yards away, some skinny goats bleated at one another behind a makeshift fence. “As you can see, we try to help each other here,” Rhyden explained, waving a hand. “After we rebuilt and refurbished the homes we needed, we started working on rebuilding the livestock once kept here. The milk and cheese we make here will be used for trade. Eventually, we will have enough income to create more jobs, but for now we all agreed that this would be the simplest way to start.” Cat cracked a smile at the harmony in which the death knights worked. She was so used to seeing death knights in armor that it was fairly bizarre sight to see them in peasant clothes, sawing wood and building. For a moment, she considered what it might be like to live there, among her own kind, away from the living and the fear of their rejection. But Kreyen was among the living, and with him all of her hopes and dreams for the future. There was no home without him. "I'm always kinda floundering for a place I feel like I belong. Nothing has really felt like 'home', yet," she remembered telling him a short while ago. His response then had lifted her spirits. "Home is where you are." “If you two intend on staying, we will need to find a home for you,” Rhyden said as he led both Cat and Aetheril to another end of the village. “There are still a few unclaimed homes that--” “Oh, oh no!” Cat said quickly, waving her hands. “We’re not here to stay. Sorry, I should have made that clear.. No, we’re here to warn you, sir. There are some paladins from the Silver Hand looking to exterminate rogue death knights. As in, knights that aren’t affiliated with the Ebon Blade,” she explained. “Has.. the Ebon Blade given you any trouble? When I left, they weren’t exactly thrilled.” “Luckily we were able to leave as a group,” Rhyden explained. “There were enough of us that we could defend one another. Though we have had visitors in the past, representatives from the Blade attempting to bring us back. It hasn’t worked, so far.” Cat bit her lip as she listened. “..do you still hear him?” “The Lich King?” Rhyden’s face darkened a bit. “...yes. I fear we always will. It is something we will have to ‘live’ with, but, we are in control of our actions. Just because we hear him doesn’t mean we need to listen.” Cat passed at glance at Aetheril before continuing. She seemed a little unsure about Rhyden’s answer, but didn’t argue. “Well.. we were going to go to Northrend and see if there were any other rogue Death Knights there, but, then we heard about your village. We wanted to make sure you knew about these Silver Hand guys, so you could protect yourself.” Rhyden’s expression changed from cordial to concerned. He looked around for a moment, taking stock of his would-be villagers, and led both Cat and Aetheril to another building that was reminiscent of the same inn that once watered Cat’s own hometown. Inside, it seemed as if someone had taken the time to tidy up. No one was drinking yet, but a kind looking orcess stood behind the bar, cleaning mugs with a rag. She nodded to Rhyden as he entered with his guests. “Tell me what you know,” he said to Cat and Aetheril, his expression suddenly grave. “We left the Ebon Blade to escape conflict, not get dragged back into it. I understand that there is a war on, but--” “We’re not here to make you go to war,” Cat sid quickly, waving both hands. “Just to warn you. From what I’ve heard, it seems like the Silver Hand has a few paladins who want to take out people like us. I tried laying low for a while, but, that didn’t work. Someone found me. I figured it would be better to find others like us, and let you know what I know.” Rhyden’s brow furrowed, long eyebrows knit in the middle as he considered the possibilities. Beside Cat, Aetheril’s attention was focused on the villagers outside. He seemed to be taking mental notes, as if in preparation. “They want us gone...” Rhyden muttered. “Why?” “They think we’re more likely to go rabid outside of the Ebon Blade,” Cat explained with a shrug. “And they have an agreement with the Ebon Blade. The rest of us--” “I think, unfortunately, that is the end of our conversation,” Aetheril said to his sister. A slender hand was placed on her shoulder, calm and gentle. “We should be going.” Cat frowned at the sudden shift. “Wait, what? Why? Aetheril, what’s going--” “Paladins!!” Came the shout from outside, the hollow voice of a death knight warning all those who might hear it. “Dozens of them, Rhyden!” The town’s makeshift leader cast Cat and Aetheril an incredulous look as he led them outside. “Where you followed??” “No!” Cat said quickly, nodding to Aetheril. “He made sure of it!” Aetheril shook his head and took in a deep calming breath. “It seems our chatty friend in Silvermoon found someone else to talk to.” In the main square, the death knights abandoned their carpentry. Most retreated to their homes to gather weapons, just in case. It seemed they were more prepared for such a confrontation than Cat imagined. Soon, the paladins they were warned of flooded into the square atop shimmering white horses, their leader a massive bull riding a monstrous animal with hooves wider than dinner plates. “Death knights,” the Sunwalker said with authority, his voice even and without emotion. “I am Commander Karhyo of the Silver Hand.” “Commander Karhyo,” Rhyden said with a polite bow of his head. “Welcome to Windrunner Village. I am Rhyden.” “Who is in charge here, Rhyden?” The Sunwalker asked, passing a glance over Cat and Aetheril. Rhyden did not blink. “I am. What can I do for you?” “I have come to compel you to rejoin the Ebon Blade,” Karhyo answered, not moving from his place atop the gargantuan white horse. “Join the fight against the Legion, and be under the Horde’s protection once again.” The death knight tried to smile. “While we appreciate the offer, we must decline. We came to Windrunner Village to start a new life away from conflict. As you can see, we mean no harm to anyone. The people of this village have no intention of returning to the employ of the same creature that killed us. I am sure you can appreciate that.” “That I can,” the Sunwalker said, then added gravely. “However. We have an arrangement with the Ebon Blade. They are responsible for their men not succumbing to their feral state. I can not say as much for you, or your people. So I will ask again. Rejoin the Ebon Blade. If you do not, I can not guarantee your safety.” Rhyden’s eyebrow twitched. “Are you threatening me, Commander?” Karhyo did not budge. “Yes.” Cat took a step forward, ignoring Aetheril’s hand on her shoulder. “You can’t do that! They’re not hurting anyone, and you have no right to come here and tell them what they have to do!” There was a pause as the Sunwalker appraised Cat, still in her full armor, yet wearing pigtails. “On the contrary. It is in fact my duty to tell them what they should do, in the effort to avoid violence. I don’t think anyone here wants that.” “Then I would suggest you leave,” Rhyden said with a strained smile. “You and your men. You are making my villagers very uncomfortable, sir. I would appreciate it if--” “Do you refuse?” Karhyo asked, interrupting the death knight. “Do all of you refuse?” There was a murmuring in the village as each of Rhyden’s fellow knights spoke among themselves. In the time since the paladins had arrived, they each managed to gather their runeblades and stood in peasant clothes with glowing weapons in hand. It didn’t take long for them to reach a consensus. “We’re not going back,” said the orcess from the bar, brandishing a broadsword in one hand. “And you will not force us.” Karhyo huffed once from his large nostrils. That he anticipated this turn of events was clear, given the two dozen paladins behind him. He didn’t seem inclined to speak on the matter further. “Very well.” The Sunwalker’s hand rose into the air, and a moment later a dozen paladins kicked their horses into action. Cat stumbled backwards, grabbing Aetheril to help pull him from the path of an oncoming charger, but he didn’t need her assistance. The slender weaver of shadows glided effortlessly to one side and immediately began defending them both, tendrils of shadow extending from his body to wrap around the paladin who nearly trampled him. There was no time to be impressed by his power, so Cat moved on the defensive. Mounted, the paladins had an advantage and easily used their horses to crush death knights underfoot before casting bolts of pure Light toward their prone bodies. The smell of burnt undead flesh and the sound of their screams began to fill Cat’s ears. The death knights were not prepared for battle with fully armored paladins, and they were woefully outnumbered. Only Cat wore armor, but the rest defended them as best they could. Thankfully, Windrunner Village was surrounded by death. Those who could summon the bodies of the fallen did so without remorse, sending a small shambling army of corpses toward the paladins to pull them from their horses and onto the ground. It was chaos, but with the help from the dead, the death knights at least had a ghost of a chance in defending their home. With Aetheril busy commanding his tendrils of shadow, Cat looked for ways to assist him. Stomping her foot into the ground, she created a rune that surrounded them both. Biting into the unarmored part of her own hand, Cat cut a wound just big enough to allow her to bleed. Then, extending her hand to one of the human paladins, she released a tendril of blood that wrapped around his neck and dragged him into the rune. Almost immediately, his flesh began to turn colors as necrosis set in. As the pain and panic began to set in, the paladin screamed, slashing at Cat with his Light blessed weapon. Using her axe to deflect him, she kept her hold on his neck with the blood and made him stay within the confines of the rune. Wearing him down slowly was the goal, and after a few loud hits of steel against steel, the paladin fell to the ground in exhaustion and let the rot take him. “An’she guide your blades!!” Karhyo shouted as he fought Rhyden on the ground, their swords hitting to create a shower of sparks. The massive bull towered over Rhyden, but the death knight would not relent. As their blades met once again, Karhyo’s sword pressed down on Rhyden’s to push the death knight to his knees. “I ask you again, death knight, to submit or we will burn this village to the ground!” Rhyden spat at the bull, all of his strength focused on keeping the Holy sword at bay. “We will not submit to you, or the Lich King. Never again.” “Very well,” Karhyo grunted, a white light erupting from his sword. The entire village could hear Rhyden’s voice, a high pitched wail of pain and despair. The Light cut through his body like fire through paper, burning his gray flesh until a charred corpse was all that remained. “An’she take you,” the bull said quietly, crushing Rhyden’s black skull with his hoof. Cat’s memories of Light’s Hope were at the forefront of her mind, then; the feel of her flesh as it was incinerated, the screams, the pleas for help. She remembered calling on Kreyen, speaking to him as if he were right beside her as she attempted to do whatever it took to stay on her feet. But Kreyen couldn’t hear her now, and Aetheril was fighting his own battle. Seeing Commander Karhyo execute Rhyden created a pain in her chest that felt like a combination of grief and remorse. He died for his people, defending their freedom. He died a hero. “You killed him,” she said in a hoarse voice, approaching Karhyo. Blood dripped from her hand. “You killed him, and he didn’t do anything wrong. How could you? Paladins are supposed to do what’s right. There’s nothing right about this!” Karhyo turned to Cat and again looked her over. He seemed exhausted, and perhaps sad. “You must have died very young..” he said quietly, raising his blade to meet her. “..if you think that right and wrong still has bearing on this world. I am sorry, but there is no future for your kind.” Cat’s lips pursed. This rage was new for the death knight, this seething anger that begged to be released. Here was a Sunwalker, who was supposed to represent everything that she believed in. Once, the Light blessed her. Would it never do so again? “The Light does not forget its champions,” she said under her breath, stomping the ground with her boot to create a rune that spread throughout the ground. Karhyo felt the immediate pain, the necrosis that spread beneath his fur, threatening to rot him from the inside. The bull needed only a few steps to close the gap between himself and Cat, a few thudding steps that would allow his sword to come down on her small frame with all the power of a Sunwalker. It crashed down hard against Cat’s runeblade axe, nearly shoving her to the ground. But as the blood poured from her hand, it snaked up her weapon and against Karhyo’s until it wrapped around his arm, infecting him with blood rot. The bull reeled as his flesh was compromised, infection discoloring his eyes and nostrils, blood slowly seeping from every orifice. Still, he attacked Cat, crashing his sword against her axe as if he were chopping wood, slamming harder and harder as the rot entered his brain and ate at the parts that granted him motor skills. Karhyo’s attacks, hard and heavy at first, grew weaker and weaker. His lumbering body became a shuffling mass of rotting meat, held together by cracking bones until finally, Cat swung her axe into his torso and crushed his heart beneath his ribs. “Cat, look out!” Aetheril’s voice rang out beyond the sounds of battle. She turned just in time for a younger bull to rush her, his axe aimed for her neck. Aetheril’s warning was all she needed to duck the attack and punch the ground, creating another flesh rotting rune that surrounded them both. The young bull stumbled as he felt the disease gnaw at him from the inside, confused and caught off guard. Turning to face him, Cat hesitated only when she saw that the rest of the village was actually holding their own against the invasion. The ghouls summoned from the earth admirably distracted their foes, allowing the knights time to execute those who attempted to destroy their way of life. The paladins still standing had been pushed into defending themselves and were slowly being backed out of the village. But there was no time to take stock of the survivors. The young bull came at Cat with his axe again, slower and less precise. She managed to dodge him with her own axe, sending his weapon spinning away and into the ground. The bull blinked at his empty hands. All he had left was the Light. “An’she--” Cat’s blood tendril wrapped around his throat, effectively silencing his prayer. Certainly he could still call upon the light, but he seemed to distracted by being choked and rotting to remember that. Pulling his body toward her, Cat was ready to decapitate him when she noticed that the other paladins were gone, along with the sounds of battle. The young bull struggled in her grasp, writhing on his knees as bits of flesh flaked away from his face and fell to the ground. Fully armored, though much younger than the other paladins, he looked almost pathetic in her hands. If he died there, he would have been another hero for the Light cut down before he reached his real potential. Just like her. The tendril unwrapped from around his throat. “Hey,” she said to the bull, grabbing his jaw with one hand and forcing him to look at her. “You have someone waiting for you, right?” The bull’s mouth opened to answer, but it was too painful. If she didn’t stop soon, the rot would take him. He nodded instead. Cat kicked him in the chest, pushing him out of the rune. “So do I. We’re not different, okay? We just want to be left alone. Got it?” Again the bull nodded, though he avoided her gaze. “We’re not monsters,” she continued, yanking the bull to his feet. “I want you to go back to Light’s Hope, and tell them what happened here. Tell them you and the others tried to kill a bunch of death knights just trying to live in peace. Tell them they defended their home. Tell them we let you go, because we don’t need to keep killing each other. Got it??” He nodded slowly, breathing in heavy pants as his body slowly recovered from the rune. Shame was clear on his face, still cracked and bloody. As Cat released him from her grip, he stumbled toward one of the chargers left behind. About a dozen or so horses still stood around, riderless, as the paladins who came to execute Windrunner Village lay dead in the ground beside many of the villagers themselves. Only a handful remained, including Cat and Aetheril. They watched as the young bull struggled to mount his horse, and eventually turned in retreat.
  2. It was the first time she'd ever chased after a thief, and Cat didn't know how to start. Fortunately, she could smell him. She could smell the life blood pumping through his veins as he ran, and with her death-granted strength, she managed to catch up to the rogue after a few strides through the forest. By the time she saw him, he'd already sprinted a quarter mile away, and was beginning to lose speed. Cat used the opportunity to grab him by the first thing she could get her hand on , his hair. "Give me back my axe!!" She yelled, tugging his head back as he attempted to keep running. There was a sick tearing sound, and a pop. The force of her grip, combined with the speed of his running made his body go forward as his head was yanked from its perch. His skull dangled from Cat's hand as his body fell into the ground, her axe glowing maliciously. She stood there, wide-eyed, her naked body splashed with blood that dripped slowly down her frame, and stared at the skull hanging from the hair in her hand. It seemed to stare back at her. Soleren dashed after, pulling his runeedge from the pile as quickly as he could and continued to follow. His pace slowed as he neared them, Cat holding a head in her grasp and the thief clearly separated from his own. "Cat..." He whispered as he approached her, slowly taking the head from her hand and dropping it to the floor beside them. His own axe followed soon after as he pulled her towards himself. What blood had spilled over her would smear onto him as he held her. It was the only thing he could think of doing, in an attempt to bring her back to their reality. "Cat, are you okay?" He grew defensive of her, eyes moving from place to place in high alert. He wouldn't let his guard down again. It almost cost them. "You're okay..." He repeated softly. By the time Soleren had caught up with her, Cat and the head had been together for a few long minutes. In those moments alone, she felt drawn to the head. Or at least, the blood freely flowing from it's throat. Without thinking, or knowing exactly why, she raised the head into the air and let the blood stream into her mouth like juice from a ripe fruit. She couldn't taste it at first, but the more she drank, the more she could taste and smell the gradually cooling blood as it rolled down her throat and face, somehow warming her from the inside. Though mostly hidden behind the blood spray, her skin became slightly more saturated, the bloom of artificial life creating a temporary pulse that her dead heart struggled to pump through black veins. As she lowered the head back down, Soleren was running toward her. She could smell the death on him, though it wasn't quite decay. His arms around her were like cold slabs of meat. "..I'm warm," she murmured, looking down at herself, then up at his face. "I can smell you." Soleren leaned back to listen, arms parting to let her go. She didn't need any comforting. She had found the strength that came from delving into her powers and the warmth it brought her. She would want to indulge in the urge that came with the return of her feeling. "That is the power you wield, Cat. You have the strength to get back what was taken from you, even if it is temporary. What you must do now is control that urge. Do not let it control you." He placed the axe's handle over his shouder and stood infront of her, waiting for her to grow accustom to the magic she wielded. "After all, it isn't often that you can discover what will bring you back what was taken from you." "It's.. not exactly the same," she said quietly, looking down at her still bloodied hands. A few yards away, the thief's body bled into the grass. Cat sniffed the air, goosebumps appearing on her limbs at the now familiar scent. "I still don't feel.. you know. Alive. I just feel less dead. I can feel things, again. Smell, and taste." Her eyes suddenly adjusted to the situation; two death knights standing naked in the middle of a forest. One covered in blood. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She approached the dead body and went through his things; a handful of coins, a leather satchel, a few useful odds and ends. Cat shoved them into the bag and grabbed her axe, hoisting it over one shoulder before turning to look at Soleren with the hint of a smile. "..okay, now I really need to clean up or nobody is going to believe a word we say," she said with a strange amount of calmness. "Thanks for coming for me." Grabbing what she could not, dead body included, he nods at her and hefts the decapitated corpse over his shoulder. "This can't be here. If we leave a trail then we will certainly be followed. I will dispose of it myself and we will continue back towards the waters to finish our bath." He looked down at her, blood coated body shimmering under the light of the sun. There was a moment of solidarity between them, shared in their predicament. "Perhaps it’s best not to be standing here naked on the road with a dead man and his 'belongings' in hand." Cat started to giggle into her hand, emotionally exhausted. "Perhaps not.. though when I think of the kind of stories my girlfriends told me, I really wish they were still alive to hear this one." She began to walk back toward the stream, her footfalls slow and deliberate as she could actually feel the ground beneath her bare feet. "Naked in the woods with a guy I just met. Nobody would believe me." Soleren's face twitched into a half smile. The manipulation of her phrasing was enough to bring him out of his brooding nature once again. "All the same, I ended up naked in the woods with a girl I just met...had I an opportunity to talk with anyone, I'd likely get asked for grittier details. 'Who was she?' 'What was she like?' 'Did you--!' No, never mind that one." He shook his head, looking down at the small death knight as he adjusted the corpse over his shoulder. "I'm a soldier, Sol," Cat said with a smirk over her shoulder. The blood seemed to have an effect on her, and it gave the other death knight a glimpse of what she might have been like alive. Energetic, cheerful, someone with no right to smile as much as she was while the sun dried blood on her skin and her hair was still matted with it. "You don't need to be shy around me. My friends would as if we screwed, and I'd tell them no, and they'd laugh at me." Soleren blinked at Cat, brow raising in surprise. "I have not doubted you being a soldier, though from what I recall, you were a soldier yet tested on the field of battle. Regardless of your expertise..." He shifts, looking ahead towards the nearing waters. "I do not shy away from the subject because of any doubt. It’s a lingering remnant of my persona. A large part of me has given up on retaining these pieces that made me a living being...but that comes from isolation on a grand scale. So yes, I would also have been asked if we had 'screwed' and would have lied most likely. Or perhaps attempted to make truth of it." Cat laughed into her hand again, grinning back at Soleren with bright blue eyes that seemed to ignore the sunshine pouring in through the trees. "Lied about it? What a jerk," she teased, looking around for a good place to dump the body. "I wonder if we can even do that, anymore. I'm not sure how much of me actually works, even with the blood magic." Eventually, they came upon a small thicket near the same stream the thief caught them in. Cat pointed out the mound of foliage. "Maybe we can bury him under there? All the bushes will hide the ground being disturbed, yeah?" "Bury him?" He let out a laugh of his own, dropping the corpse’s remains on the ground and letting it hit the floor with a thud. "As far as things working or not...I haven't had sufficient time to test that. Has sort of been the last thing on my mind since I broke free. Most I ever thought about it was...well...now." He held out his hand and from the ground sprout more of the beetle like creatures. They swarmed over the corpse, burying it with the mass of their numbers before consuming it completely. In moments they scattered and returned into the ground, covering their tracks as they disappeared. All that remained was the organic matter that could not be broken down. He lowered his hand and turned back to Cat. "I don’t imagine it was on anyone’s mind when they came to." Cat's focus was drawn to the beetles as they ate their way through her kill, leaving behind only bones and the remnants of his clothes. The sight was fascinating and terrifying at the same time, though by now Cat had grown almost accustomed to the strangeness that accompanied Soleren's abilities. His voice drew her back to the present, though the subject matter was strange, even for two dead people. "..uh.. well you're probably right about that," she murmured, shaking her head to erase the image of Soleren's bugs eating their way through a corpse. "But I mean, it's hard to forget old habits, right? Not like I was particularly 'habitual' in that regard before I died.." she chuckled awkwardly, moving her axe from one shoulder to the other. "..but I mean, being a death knight isn't supposed to be a good time. Maybe we can't. Maybe it would be too much of a distraction from killing. Maybe.. we're not even supposed to like each other." "Do you like me?" Soleren asked nonchalantly, letting the power of the beetles fill him with renewed strength. The other death knight blinked slowly, her demeanor shifting from the confidence inspired by her bloodlust back to the timid undead Soleren found only days ago. Despite having seen him naked from nearly every angle, she somehow felt awkward looking him in the eye. "..yeah. Sure I do," she admitted, her stomach in suddenly twisted. Soleren's lip curved slightly to her words, changing his tone ever so slightly towards a warmer one. Like her blood magic, his conjuration brought a hint of warmth to his own skin. "Then consider that theory disproven. The only thing that is certain is that we weren't meant to break free and yet here we are. Naked, soaking wet, talking about sex instead of rampaging through a village in the name of some false king. Tell me that we weren't meant to at least be able to enjoy some things." Cat's ears turned pink at the mention of their chosen subject matter, a relieved smile creating dimples in her cheeks as she laughed into her hand. "I guess you're right," she admitted, comfortable once again despite their situation. As if to pick at the same wound he had, Cat lifted her axe from her shoulder and used the flat side to bump Soleren's shoulder. "What about you? Do you like me?" "I...I mean..." Soleren’s usual stoic and piercing look crumbled as if he was not expecting the same question, yet he knew it to be inevitable. His features softened slightly and with a smile he turns to Cat. "Yes. Yes I do." Though typically aloof in situations that called for discretion, Cat wasn't quite stupid enough to miss Soleren's inflection. They may have been dead, but all of their emotions and memories seemed to follow them, which seemed to include a capacity for attachment. Letting the head of her axe touch the ground and drop with a thud, Cat took the long step to close the gap between herself and the other walking corpse. She breathed in deep the smell of death that permeated through them both, only to be amplified as their pale and desaturated skin came in direct contact. Her thin arms wrapped around his waist, unflinching in their contact with flesh that had grown slightly warm from his use of the beetles, but still retained the texture of old meat. It was a surprise that she didn't find any of it repulsive, one that she didn't take for granted as she set the smell of his particular corpse to memory. "Thank you." His own rune edge fell into the dirt, carving itself a place to stand as his arms reached down to wrap around her. Memories and emotions had followed but it took another to dig them out and pull them from the depths in which they had been buried. He held her as he had when he had found her in the middle of the road, only this time he felt no need to chase away any pain. A hand reached to press on her back as she clung to him. "Cat...I...you're welcome...and....Thank you." "What'r you thanking me for?" The smaller death knight asked quietly, the side of her face against Soleren's chest. Had he been living, she would have felt his heartbeat there. The silent stillness of his nonexistent pulse was oddly comforting. "You saved me," she continued, following the trail of events that led them to this place. "If it wasn't for you I probably would have been destroyed at Light's Hope. You were there to show me what I was, even though you weren't sure either. You chased me when I tracked down that thief, and took care of the body for me. It seems like you keep saving me," she noted with a sad sort of smile. "I hope I can return the favor, someday." "I hope a day where you have to rescue me never comes, but if it does...I want you to run. Don't chase after me, don’t stay behind to be a hero. Don't look back after you are miles gone. Just run. And if I am who you want to save me from then keep away from me." His eyes closed as he relived the moments she recounted, following the trail of reasons he had to be thankful for. "When we found one another I had not anticipated our journey to lead us here. But finding you has been reason plenty to give me purpose. Perhaps that’s over simplified but...I've no other way of saying any of this. So thank you." As Cat listened to Soleren's explanation, her smile faded to a look of concern. She waited until he once again thanked her before leaning back slightly to look up at his face. "If you think I'm ever gonna just run away, you don't know me very well yet. I'd never do that. I wanted to be a hero, before I died. I don't see why that needs to change, now. I'd rather go down fighting than run." Her smile returned a little as she craned her neck to look him in the eye. "We look out for each other. It goes both ways." For a moment there was a silence between them, broken by the soft echo of his voice and digits that pressed her head lightly back onto his chest. "Both ways then... we protect one another and when we can't, we keep trying anyways. Because that's what heroes do, right?" Soleren looks on over her into their reflection by the water, icy blue eyes staring back in question. He agreed to her, but dwelled on his own lingering thought. "That's what heroes do," Cat agreed, closing her eyes. The ability to feel again was enough to remind her of how good it felt to be heard and understood. For the time being, the impact of her losses, her own death and the death of her first love, were easier to deal with. "Just because we're dead on the outside," she began, her voice muffled against his clammy chest. "..doesn't mean we're dead on the inside, right?" "Right..." Soleren replied, slow and breathy.
  3. Year 27 - The Lich King has returned, and a great campaign has begun in Northrend. His army of the dead has returned to Azeroth, and with them, the Death Knights. ______________________________________________________________________________ The pain was familiar. Bright burning, coursing through every nerve. The sound of “Light”. What is that sound? She couldn’t pinpoint it, but she it reminded her of something she had already experienced. The ringing, the peace, a voice maybe? The voice wasn’t Arthas’. It wasn’t the Lich King. It was the voice she heard, before. When she knew a moment of peace that wasn’t to last. This wasn’t to last either. Catalinetta opened her eyes and saw Light’s Hope Chapel. Her skin sizzled with the Light, but why? The Light had always answered her, before. It blessed her with its presence, but it felt like an invasion now. Pure pain boring through her body, screaming. She was screaming. Looking down at her hands, the elf screamed as she saw the color of her skin; a grayish pallor covered her once sun-browned complexion, but they were covered with blood. She could smell it, feel it, even taste it. Catalinetta suddenly realized that she was covered in blood as memories of her situation came rushing back to her subconscious. They attacked the chapel. They were death knights. She had been resurrected by the Lich King, and bound to his service. But the Light would not allow it. Even if it had to remind her through pain. The Light would not forget its champions. However not all were formerly its champions and perhaps there were some it had forsaken. Those who were close enough to the Chapel would have known of the cease fire that had been called between the two opposing forces but there was still one who had not heard it. Bound in armor that wove and spinned like boned chitin and armed with a jagged rune edge of similar make, the death knight paced with his enemy. A paladin of the chapel who had strayed to far from his post. Both held weapons drawn at one another but the shorter paladin seemed to tremble as he looked over his enemy. There stood a nerubian effigy in elven form, prepared to engage in combat and take his life. The twisted smile that adorned the death knights face guard seemed to widen as the young light wielder felt himself nauseous and began to sweat. The rune edge held in front of him glowed with an eerie light that shifted between its original icy blue and the putrice tinge of green that one associated with a boil inducing plague. With a final ounce of courage he advanced on his enemy, pulling the massive blade to one side before bringing it in for a full swing. Steel met with steel as the rune edge was shifted to block the assault. The paladin side stepped his foe and spun with his blade to go for another strike. The spiny armor caught the second blow, denting and cracking the cobalt steel to reveal bone. He staggered back to move around the death knight, bringing the blade above his head before lurching over and dropping to his knees. The blade fell out of his hands and hit the floor with a clang. His armor rattled as he shook violently in a fevered delirium. With what little strength remained he reached for the clasp on his gauntlet and let it slip to his side. Drenched in sweat he continued to removed what he could before succumbing to the nausea. Bile left his lips, spilling over the white tabard and onto ornate armor before hitting the floor. Just moments ago he had been the picture of perfect health. The nausea passed long enough for him to look up and watch as the death knight moved toward him. He noted the grievous wound he had inflicted on his enemy. What he had thought was bone had actually been sickly looking and pale flesh. He smiled at the thought that at least he would die having struck down his foe. The death knight took his final step and stood before the paladin. With a raised hand he called upon shadowy tendrils that lifted the silver plated light wielder with ease. Helpless and hovering over the ground all he could do was stare at the reaper that had come to collect him. "Do your worst...you monstrous...abomination." He sputtered his words as they were followed by the release of more bile. "My worst?" The voice echoed in a deathly reverberation within the helm. The battle continued around the chapel. Some of the death knights had been defeated, and their corpses lay in the ground beside fallen paladins. Of the few still fighting, Catalinetta noticed one of them advancing on what looked like a human being lifted into the air. The death knight was horrifying; covered in twisted armor, the smell of plague and rot rolling from his frame. A monster, compared to the paladins who continued to fight bravely in spite of their unholy foes. It seemed as if the death knight paused before executing the human in front of him. Catalinetta felt the impulse to step in, to demand mercy for the paladin. For a paladin in training, what could be more heroic? “Stop!” she shouted, running in front of the human being lifted from the ground. Catalinetta couldn't hear the sound of her own voice, or how much it had changed to the hollow-sounding rattle of undeath. At her hip, she felt the weight of a weapon. Grabbing for it, the elf held it in front of her face defensively. A black serrated axe, decorated with what looked like a laughing demonic skull appeared to stare back at her. It dripped with what looked like blood, yet none hit the ground. Steeling herself for a battle against this monster, she gathered her courage and shouted again. "Leave him alone!” The nerubian looking death knight stared down at Catalinetta, cold blue eyes piercing through the helmet at the oddity of his interrupter. Hands covered in enemy blood wielding a runed axe just like his own and that of his allies, yet she stood in front of his enemy ready to defend the last few moments of the paladins life. He studied her actions for a moment before pressing closer to her, leaning in over the serrated edges that punctured the armor and pressed into his flesh. He placed a hand on one of her arms and pulled it down with unholy strength. His presence alone was enough to cause fear in the cowardly but it was his actions that made a courageous knight tremble. Blood oozed from the wounds she had unwillingly inflicted but he remained unmoved by her shouts. "You aren't one of them anymore..." His voice echoed calm and deep as cold breath poured from the guard on his face. "Let me show you what you are now. Let me show you how to use the gift you have been given." He moved his hand once more and from the ground rose the shambling corpse of one of his previous victims. Its bloated stomach pressed at her back as shriveled arms pulled her away. When all obstacles were removed he stepped forward, close enough to the paladin to cause him to squirm within the tendrils hold. "My worst. You asked for my worst and so you shall receive it." He lifted the axe and pressed it onto paladins hand, barely nicking his skin. "Do not turn away, girl...you will soon see what gifts you to possess!" As she felt the cold arms of a corpse wrap around her from behind, Catalinetta gave a shriek that could curdle blood. Worse than the smell of his rot was the strange cold numbness that kept any pain that the ghoul may have inflicted away. “You aren’t one of them anymore,” he had told her, and the words still pounded in her ears as she watched the death knight approach his victim once again. What did he mean by that? There was no time to ask. “Don’t!” She shouted, wriggling from the ghoul’s grip with a strength she had no idea that she possessed. A sick tearing noise erupted from her captor as she forcefully ripped both arms from his body. Seeing his rotting limbs fall apart on the ground before her, Catalinetta waited to vomit but nothing came. There was no nausea, no feeling of revulsion that would have typically incapacitate her. All she felt was confusion, and fear about what it all meant. Though those questions would have to wait. Reaching forward with one hand, she made a gesture as if she were planning on grabbing the death knight before he could kill his prey. Without thinking, a tendril of blood erupted from a wound in her chapped hand and wrapped around the death knight to yank him toward her. With no knowledge of how this happened, she once again shrieked in panic as the death knight flew toward her direction. Like a ragdoll, he was flung towards Catalinette and placed in front of her. The grinning teeth on the helmet was all the that she could see of his covered face, plate molded and decorated to appear as if the flesh had been removed from his visage. Fitting that it should grin down at her as he pulled her into his own arms to turn her. She would not tear herself out of his hold so easily. When she finally faced in the paladins direction she was set up to partake in the display. The tendril around the light wielder faded and he dropped back to the ground, peering at the small cut on his hand. “You...insult me--” Another wave of nausea hit him, shutting him up and replacing his words with the vomit that now cascaded from his mouth. He wretched, holding his stomach as he looked up towards Catalinetta and the other Death Knight. He pleaded for their mercy with his eyes, knowing he had asked for more than he could take. His skin reddened as more sweat permeated his body, temperature raising within his own suit of armor. Blisters and boils pushed through his skin, covering what little he had managed to expose to them. When his face became unrecognizable and blood poured slowly from each orifice, the growths began to pop. One after another they festered and burst, letting out pustule fluid the reeked of decay. He let out a harrowing shriek as his body was sent into shock. Writhing was all that he could do as his death came on slow. The nerubian looking death knight let out an exasperated sigh as the wounds on his body began to close. The gash on his side, one that would have spelled the end for someone living, began to seal itself. Muscle regenerated and reattached itself before skin connected over it. Even the armor began to repair itself. The exchange for his life everlasting was the suffering of another. The plague he had unleashed on the paladin devoured him from the inside out, bloating his stomach and shriveling up the rest of his soon to be corpse. With the last of his life he looked towards Catalinette and gasped for air but could not find it. “That is who you are now. That is what you will bring to the world. Embrace it...or wither.” His words matched the cold of his gauntlet as he grasped her firmly. When nothing could be done to save the paladin, he placed her before the corpse and made her stare at it. “Know this...know what you are capable of.” It was all a bit sudden for the newly freed death knight. Only moments ago under the control of the Lich King, her memories felt jumbled. How long had she been under his control? How long had she been like this? Staring at the corpse before her, his lifeless eyes shriveling into black ichor, there were flashes of the recent battles she’d been involved with. The rotting dead walking beside her as she marched with the Lich King’s forces into battle. Cutting down the living. Murdering paladins at their own chapel. Then the Light. “..but.. but I don’t have to do this,” she argued, even as he forced her to stare at the dead. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she considered just how tempting the idea was. That she could kill so easily, with such ferocity. The smell of blood was still heavy in the air, amidst the smell of rot and decay. Somewhere, the living remained living, and their blood called to her. “We don’t have to do this...” she whispered, her lifeless heart still. “..do we?” “You will hunger for it soon. It is better that you take life willingly so that you can have some semblance of control. Should you let yourself starve and let the hunger take over then you will have no will of your own to stop yourself.” He released his hold on her and moved to pick up her axe while she mulled over her thoughts. “It is no longer a matter of should you or can't you but a matter what you will do to keep yourself preserved. Never mind the power that comes from all this. It's enticing but it is secondary to your survival.” He examines her axe before moving back over to her. A hand reaches down to lift her up and the other places the axe back in its owner's grasp. “To answer your question more simply. Yes. We have to do this or we are the ones that will die. The sooner you can come to terms with your being, the sooner you can find the strength that is buried deep under the teachings of your former life. What is your name?” Too confused to mind being handled so liberally, Catalinetta allowed herself to be poked and prodded by the death knight until she was once again standing with her axe in her hands. Her axe. Yes, this is my axe, isn’t it? She thought to herself, remembering how it came to be in her possession. The floating pyramid, the runeforge, the test… “My name…” She repeated, blinking, staring downwards as if her name might be written in the ground. If she was like him, were they dead? She certainly felt different. There was no warmth, no thudding in her chest. A strange hunger in the pit of her stomach confused her further. If I’m dead, am I the same person? “My… my name is Cat,” she answered quietly, supposing that a nickname was not equivalent to admitting her true identity. She had a strange fear of what admitting that might mean. Turning to look at the other knight, she tried to study his features and decipher how she might have looked herself. If they were both the same, would she look quite so monstrous? “Who’r you?” His answer came in a different form. He reached for the clasps underneath the decorative fur that lined the back of his helm and unlatched it. The battle continued but they seemed fortuitously uninterrupted by the combatants. When all the clasps had been undone he lifted the helm up and away from himself. Dark, raven black hair spilled out of its enclosure, some of it bound behind him while the rest fell freely past his shoulders. There were no scars or blemishes that marked his face, likely the effect of his magic that healed his wounds. Oval in shape, the angle of his jaw was lined with a patch of hair that touched the bottom of his lower lip and fell past his chin. Narrow eyes peered over her as she struggled with her new reality, as she fought her own revelation with diminishing resolve. She would break soon and he would be there to catch her before she threw away her gift. “Soleren. Blightcaller Soleren.” He set the helmet down on the ground and moved to stand beside her. “Do not fear yourself. Do not seek to throw away this gift. I can show you how to use it, master it and ensure your survival. You don’t have to die. You don’t have to wither into a husk of your former self. This is still you, just another part of you that now has to survive. But I will show you how? Offer you what I had to find for myself.” Having only moments ago been freed from the bonds of the Lich King, the elf's words were strange and terrifying. Wither? Die? Was that her fate, now, unless she abandoned herself and gave into this stranger's commands? No, it couldn't be that easy. Clenching her jaw, she stared at Solaren defiantly. "And how do I know you're telling the truth? How do I know anything about all this is even real?? The Light, it wouldn't have just abandoned me.. I felt it, when I died. I was happy. I was okay, and then.." she shuddered at the memory. Rising from the ground littered with corpses. The dull eyes of the dead. "..what am I? What did he do to me?"(edited) “Your light did not abandon you, no. You were pulled from its clutches and given something you may not have wanted. The Lich King never gave anyone an option but some of us were free from his control long before this day. Now that all of us are free we are allowed to do what we want with our freedom. But we must still pay the price for his actions. You may not believe me now, but you can not deny the hunger that is growing deep within you. You can feel it. Else why would you question your own defiance. “...’Do we?’...” Soleren met her defiance with a smooth reassurance, sinister in the way it sounded but hiding no lies or misinformation. He watched as she continued to question her being and simply waited. “What he did is irrelevant now. What you are is a death knight, free from your servitude to a king who does not rule us anymore.” "A death knight?" She repeated. Certainly, Cat heard of death knights before. The Lich King's utilization of their ranks was known, but thay he might have created new ones was something she never would have imagined. Biting her lips, she tried to think of what this meant. She was dead, of course, hence the lack of heartbeat. She craved blood, and violence, and had a strange desire to cause pain. "..I'm.. I'm a death knight." Saying it aloud solidified it. With that knowledge, Cat did the only thing she could and burst into tears. Soleren's armor was meant to look monstrous, forged to bring fear to those that stood against him. Under the chitin exterior was another person just like her who had not been given the choice to serve. Like her, Soleren was also an elf. And like her he also served and found a way to break the bonds of his former king. The difference was the time in which he had to come to terms with what he was and practice his magic under his own influence. He knew she would break, he know she would question the cravings but he had not expected her to cry. Even the perceived monster had not lost all sense of compassion. At the very least not outside the battlefield. He was still a stranger to her but he felt compelled to embrace her and comfort her in her realization. "You will cry, you will feel pains like you have not felt before, but I will show you how to us that pain. Do not let yourself be taken so easily by your emotion." "W-what th'fuckeryu t-talking about?!" Cat said in between sobs, her hollow sounding voice stuttering. Cat cried harder than she had ever cried in her life, and in life she was an ugly cryer. She was an even uglier cryer as a death knight, stray hairs falling against her face as she attempted to speak. "W-we're d..dead! Only a f-few days ag-go I was in the b..bar and me and m-my friends were d-drinking orc b-beer and we were f-fine and now we're DEAD! Dead! I was a p-paladin kind of and n-now I'm dead!" It woudln't be long before battle would remember them again. More foot soldiers, dawning white tabards, approached the area with their weapons drawn. They sifted through the dead, piercing each skull with blessed blades to enure that none would rise to the call of the death knights and their unholy magics. They worked quick and approached them even quicker upon finding them. Soleren released Cat from his hold and drew his axe. "You have no time to debate me or state the obvious. Ready your axe and choose to survive. You may be dead but you have one more chance to live again." The paladins, 4 younger men and women who had completed their training and looked to have fought against the scourge before, set upon them. In moments the two death knights were surrounded as the light wielders took a defensive formation. "A purging party..." Soleren called out to Cat in Thalassian. They smirked as they called out in mockery, speaking in a tongue both could understand. "You fiends will pay for the lives you took...we will set you abomination ablaze and purge from this world." The steel of their baldes glowed with a radiance that stung Soleren's eyes. But he prepared himself for combat none the less. Still crying, Cat held up her axe. The paladins had done no wrong and were only defending themselves. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she and Soleren should be purged. What did they have to live for, if they weren't even alive? But the instinct of self preservation was strong. Alone, undead, and with memories of serving the Lich King, Cat couldn't think of one good reason to keep going, until.. "Put your faith in the Light, and all is possible!" Shouted one of the paladins as he ran toward her, sword aimed for her armored chest. Cat caught his sword with her axe, her strength more than a match for his mortal grip. Swinging her weapon down hard, his sword slammed to the ground and fell at his feet, giving her the chance to attack him unarmed. Another swing of the axe and the weapon became lodged into his ribcage. A strange feeling overtook her, then, as her axe seemed to drink in his blood. She felt stronger, empowered. Without removing the axe from his body, she swung both him and the axe toward another paladin and smashed them both into the ground. The other two ran at Soleren, blades raised and prepared for his parry. One lunged at his side while the other came down from an upturned swing that had been dodged. The first landed his mark, puncturing the steel and rending the same flesh that had been recently repaired. The other met face to face with his grimace as Soleren gritted his teeth at the pain. The edge of the blessed blade was gripped by a clawed gauntlet and torn from unsuspecting hands before being plunged into his companions skull. The blessing on the first blade seared his skin, blackening it with radiant light but with its wielder dead the effects began to fade. Alone and without a weapon the soldier backed away and turned to run, taking 2 steps before feeling the axe grind through his midsection. Skin split, rib bones crunched and parted as organs burst and spilled their contents onto the edges of the axe. Soleren drove his runed blade further, letting out a roar of anger as he forced it through the paladins spinal column and out the other end. The eerie green light of the axe pulsed as Soleren brought it back to his side. The paladins top half fell over while his legs remained standing. Armored hands reached down in his disbelief. When he brought them back up he screamed silently at the stain of blood and bile that seeped together into a gruesome concoction. The magic boiled his blood like it had the other knights. And soon he shriveled to nothing more than a half corpse. Had she breath in her lungs, she would have taken the time to catch it. Instead, she watched as the other death knight, Soleren, butchered the other two paladins. Despite their obvious and well-deserved hatred, Cat still felt a kinship, a bond. Even envy. The peace of the Light that was surely granted to them had been ripped from her, stolen. She would have thought that the Light abandoned her, had it not been for the pain she remembered when one again she could feel freedom. The Light had not abandoned her, it granted her control. Even in this undead form. "S..Soleren.." she said weakly, looking down at the bodies. She was still crying, though a bit less out of control than before. Falling to her knees beside the corpse, Cat picked up one of her victim's arms. It was still warm, and she felt the overwhelming cold of death. "Sol..Soleren.." She repeated, her chest trembling as she brought the arm to her face, inhaling the smell of his flesh and blood. "What.. what's happening?" She asked, pulling away the corpse's armor, stripping him until his bare arm was in her hands. It was so warm, and she was so cold. Without another word, she began to eat. Soleren buried the edge of the axe into the withered corpse, using it like a pedestal to hold its might while he moved to kneel beside Cat. Pulling a carving knife from his belt, he stripped the rest of the light wielder’s armor and began cutting pieces of her body. He lay appendages out in front of them and remained silent as he carved with the expertise of a butcher. “The cold you are feeling is the touch of death that reminds you of what you are. The warmth you will regain from consuming this body is the only reminder of a life you once had. It is also the nourishment you will require to sustain the powers you were given.” He wipes the blood from the carving knife and watches her eat, noting the difference her feasting had made. “I envy you blood death knights…” He says in a somber tone, shifting his head to eye the makeshift pedestal. “But that is neither here nor there. Eat. Feel the rejuvenation that comes with your consumption. Once you have finished we will move on and find shelter before more come along. We may be free but that will not stop the self righteous from taking their revenge for their comrades.” Cat ate like a starving woman, shoving chunks of flesh into her mouth ravenously as she absorbed the information Soleren so generously gave her. Tears still rolled down her face, but as the warmth returned to her flesh she felt somewhat comforted. Soon her gray skin took on a slightly brighter pallor, and the cut in her hand mended itself. Swallowing down another chunk of meat, she nodded but did not look up at the other knight when he mentioned leaving to find shelter. “…okay.” Slowly, she pushed herself back to her feet. Grabbing the glowing axe beside her, Cat took a long look at the carnage around them. Yes, they were attacked, but only out of self defense. The Lich King sent them here. Now they were free, but for how long? The idea of being under his control once more made Cat tremble, despite her numbness to the cold. Turning to look at Soleren, she attempted to look determined and nodded at the other elf. “Let’s go.”
  4. Cat didn't run far from the village. Crouching beside a muddy stream, she watched as the water tried to make its way through rocks, struggling like the rest of this place to survive. She had pulled her cloak over her head again, covering most of herself, appearing almost like a lumpy gray stone with the exception of her bright blue boots. At the sound of Soleren's footstops, a hand went for her axe. It stayed there as she heard the lack of breathing, the familiar gait, and lowered back to the ground. Soleren carefully approached Cat, but made no effort in hiding his steps. "Cat..." he called out softly as he neared the bank, squatting down next to the pig tailed death knight. A hesitant hand reached out to pull at her hood, giving her the chance to bat him away should she need it. "Everything will be fine. I promise you that. We will look somewhere else, aid others that are not so fearful." "I melted a dog," Cat reaponded in a shaky voice. She seemed dustand, not bothering to push his hand away but not really feeling it either. Glowing blue eyes focused on the water before her, muddy and fetid. "Dogs usually like me. This one wanted to rip my face off." "The dog was an unexpected occurrence and we have learned that we need to watch out for more in the future. The can sense our undeath where the girl could not. But we've escaped and we need to keep moving. We want to avoid any more people for a bit, keep to the road as if we are wandering sellswords." He removed the hood fully and nodded at her, hand falling to her back in an attempt to comfort her. "It was a mistake and we can not undo it. We were met with hostility. If it had not been you then it would have been me to do it." "But if animals can see what we are, it's just going to keep happening, right??" Cat's knees were shaking in the ground, creating little ripples where the toes of her boots touched the stream. "She's going to tell the village about us, anyway.. I'm sorry. I ruined this for us." He paused for a moment, hand resting on her back like a permanent fixture. She was deserving of the truth but it would set them back. "Cat..." His hesitancy was evident and would likely speak to his actions anyways. " No one will be looking for us... I told you that our situation would require us to do horrendous things to keep us alive. The girl... She could not be reasoned with. She would give us away and our hope of normality would end all because of an unrestrained act of aggression from her part. I... did what needed to be done. I understand if you think I'm a monster... But I want us to survive this." His hand slipped away from her back slowly, uncertain of what her reaction would be. There was a long pause as Cat digested the information. Still staring at the muddy water, Soleren's voice didn't seem real. Their situation didn't seem real. The little girl's death didn't seem real. The only thing that seemed real was the hollow numbness she felt as she knelt in the dirt. Eventually, she turned to regard her new partner in crime. Had she the ability, she probably would have been crying. But she was undead, and the tears didn't exist anymore. "We're both monsters," she said sullenly. "But if you did something that horrible, it was my fault. So.. I'm sorry. And thank you." He was afraid of her hate, scared of the way she perceived him. Until their first encounter, all he had ever been was his armor. The nerubian effigy who's only forward thought was survival. Self preservation embodied and reinforced, tempered by the murders he had been forced to commit. Until that encounter, nothing and no one else mattered. He stood and reached down to offer her a hand, stoic in expression. "I can not blame you for the atrocities I commit. Had I a choice you know I wouldn't have..." Soleren paused, unable to repeat his crime. "We need to keep moving." Cat took his hand and stood. His grasp was just as cold as hers, something that wasn't lost on her, despite the numbness. There was comfort in the similarity, a reminder that she was not alone in undeath, and she was hesitant to let go. "Okay. Where to?" "We continue west. Towards Horde territory. If we come across any more farmers we can try approaching them with caution, make sure they don't have any animals with them. If they ask, we are a wandering couple in search of work and have been hardpressed to find it." He looked out into the flowing stream and composed himself as he planned out their next move. "We need to keep our story straight and not rouse any suspicion. If they ask where we are from we simply claim to be from Elwynn Forest. Traveled this way because we heard there was work as mercenaries available. We can try to head south towards Westfall and hope we can help people along the way." "Westfall sees a lot of crime and there are sure to be postings for heroes there." "Elwynd Forest.. Mercenaries.. got it," she repeated, looking westward. The sun was already beginning to set. "My Common isn't so great. I hope we can get to Horde territory soon.." she passed Soleren an awkward smile and squeezed his hand before moving in that direction, as if she needed some semblance of normalcy. "I'm definitely better with Orcish. It's a lot easier, even if the sounds are funny." He returned the squeeze before they headed westward, awknowledging her smile with a nod."We will practice your common along the way. You dont need to be fluent in it, but at the very least passibly speak it should we find ourselves needing more convincing 'disguises'. Orcish would be easier to speak but we can not pass as Sin'dorei without the green glow of fel taint in our eyes." "Right.. uh.." Cat blinked a few times as they walked, considering the implication that came with their blue eyes. "I guess I didn't even have the fel taint for very long..I remember when we were magic starved, and my brother sent back money so we could buy magic items from the black market to feed on. Our eyes were doing all kinds of weird things, then. Seems like they're always changing.." She scratched her nose with a free hand. "..the.. Forsaken sometimes had a smell.. do you think we do? Maybe we should.. I dunno, maybe we should chew on mint leaves or something. My mother always made my brothers do that because they were gross." "Our bodies are preserved by the magic that courses through us. We aren't subject to suffer the same fate as the forsaken unless you were turned as a forsaken. However we have been on the move for days and perhaps a bath and some mint would do us good." "Might be hard to find another abandoned house with a decent place to bathe.." Cat muttered, frowning a little. "We might have to settle for a cold stream or something. Not that how cold it is will matter, I guess.. My brothers used to swim in the river all the time, but I thought it was too cold. Sometimes they threw me in," she said with a little smile. "I almost wish they could see me, now." "A cold stream is likely the best we would find out here. The hot springs of Winterspring we most certainly will not find. We can follow the stream you found and wash off if need be or we can wait til we get to a cleaner source of water." He had a calculated look about him, piecing their plan together as they hobbled along. "There are plenty of wild herbs we can use to better our scent as well. Clean and polish this armor and make ourselves look a bit more presentable." "Never thought I'd have to worry about looking presentable," Cat said as she followed the stream, moving in the direction it flowed from in an effort to find a clean source. "Not fir a while, anyway. Most of the blood knight trainees were pretty grimy, especially the guys. Almost makes me miss showering with the girls, like we used to. Even the teasing." "Teasing? How presentable we are, as an aspect of our reasoning, is so that we can pass ourselves off as civilized individuals. Though...a semblance of cleanliness wouldn't hurt us all the same." He lowered a smirk down to her, as they approached a portion of the stream that could pass as clean water. "Here." As they approached the stream, Cat's attention was drawn toward its flaws; the banks were shallow, and the water moved slowly. There didn't seem to be any fish nearby, but there was an abundance of greenery surrounding the stream to indicate that it was at least clean enough to sustain them. She seemed a little disappointed, at first. This wasn't the river her brothers would dive into on cold mornings, daring each other to get in before the other. It wasn't the pond where her first would go skinny dipping after a long day of training. It was just a stream, but it would do. "Seems about right," she said with a sad sort if smile, shrugging off her cloak before going for her boots. Soleren watched as Cat moved towards what little respite they had found, calculated mind suddenly coming to a halt in realization. He turned away as he spoke, "I... You likely require privacy. I can go and fetch the herbs while you bathe. I don't want to leave you alone but there isn't much in the way of privacy. Not like the cottage anyways." "Don't worry about it," Cat said offhandedly, peeling off her armored shirt. "My friends and I in basic used to go skinny dipping after a long day. I was shy, at first. Then.." she smiled to herself before unbuckling her belt. "..I met someone. And he kinda helped me out of my shell, I guess. Showed me how stuff like this is no big deal, you know? Once I got over being so shy, I enjoyed going out into the water with them. So don't worry about me. Might as well rinse off, yourself." "Myself...yes..." He did not shy from his own appearance, but retained his gentleman nature even through death. Once again the killing machine of an elf seemed to show more of whom he was before death then he had when they had met. "Very well then." Piece by piece armor was placed on the floor, methodically. First the gauntlets then the braces. It was a process that revealed more and more of him with every piece that followed suit. Broad and muscular for an elf, he still held a slight finesse the accentuated the definition of his build. He was built for his armor but the grace of his former stride still remained. He did not grow in front of her, but simply walked towards the other knight and sat beside her near the bank of the stream. "I suppose our situation will demand we do a number of things that will call for our discomfort or lack there of." His face remained stoic as he waited for her to finish, looking contemplatively into the water. Black hair, still braided, touched the middle of his back where small marks etched his body. "Of course in this moment here, it really isn't all that uncomfortable." He'd bared himself to her before, first time shedding the effigy that protected him and nothing else. This time he was as he was born, and it was easier than before. Cat didn't let her eyes linger on him for too long as he undressed. That was the first lesson she learned in training when stripping down near your peers - don't stare. She instead focused on removing her mismatched armor and the remnants of her training linens, now stained past forgiveness at the cuffs and joints. As she stripped, it became more and more clear just how young she was in death. Cat was a young woman, but there was still a little developing that could have been done in her less than ample chest and wide hips, and for the most part she was without a blemish; except for the enormous gash in the middle of her stirnum. The open wound was a grizzly mark on her otherwise smooth frame. As she exposed it to the air, Cat felt a twinge of embarassment. In their time together, she'd almost forgotten it was there. "..it's only uncomfortable if you make it uncomfortable," she said quietly, maybe more to herself than to him. Without warning, the gray skinned elf let herself sink into the water and rise back up again, her hair drenched. Soleren reached for the make shift band thay bound his hair, pulling at it to let the raven of his hair come unwound. He sat a moment long before slipping into the stream unaffected by the cold waters. He submerged himself, reflexively holding his breath. When he emerged back to the surface he smirked, slightly tickled by the reflex. Cat undid her pigtails and watched as Soleren dunked himself into the water. When she saw him come back, one of her ears flicked. He looked a lot less intimidating when completely wet, and it made the soggy death knight giggle. "Hey," she said with a grin, swirling her hands around the icy water. "I guess we can't drown, can we?" Soleren nodded, brought to a half smile by the cheerful deposition that seemed to seep from her like a plague, infectious and destructive. His guard was shattered by the giggle, and he raised his brow at its effect. "No, I suppose we can not. We are beyond suffering most death." He took a handful of water into his hand and splashed it over his face, feeling only the texture of the water over his skin and nothing else. "Is...is this what you needed?" "I guess so," she answered a little less mirthfully, running her hands through the water, as if looking for something. "..now I kmow I can't feel much of anything. Not the cold, anyway. It's weird. I feel the water, the rocks on my feet, and I know I'm wet and my hair is dripping but.. without the cold it's like I'm feeling it through a haze. Even if we did smell bad before, now I'm not so sure I would notice." "Then pretend you do. I may not feel sensation like hot or cold but I can still remember what they felt like. Sensations like hot and cold will likely not return to us, but at the very least we can pretend..." He took another handful of water and looked into, pale icy blue eyes stared back at him. With a smirk he flings the palmed water at Cat and it splashes her in the face. "You missed a spot." Cat sputtered as the water dripped down her face, shock eventually melting into mirth. "You jerk," she said with a grin, cupping her hands to splash him right back. He raised a hand to shield himself from the assault, water easily passing his meek defense. With the other hand he returned the favor, moving closer as he continued to send small wave after wave her way. Through the chuckle that left him, he called out to her. "I was just trying to help you get clean!" The wave hit her directly in the face, blinding her for a moment as she returned another splash his way. "That is almost insulting! I am clean," She argued, giggling as the water rolled down her back. She was beginning to get used to the strange sensation of water without temperature, and the memory of what it may have felt like began to fill in the blanks. Wiping a hand across her eyes, she brought up her hand and made a pretend pair of scissors with her fingers. "Though I can't say the same for you and that hair.. I think maybe it needs a trim!" "This coming from the girl with pigtails!" He grinned as his demeanor became more playful. "I let you tie it into a tail, but you will take no sheers to it!" The water rippled and splashed back and forth now as they moved around in it. There had been nothing to disturb and no one to see them in all their splendor. He stopped as he neared her sank himself down to her height, smirking at her. "Im supposed to look like a mercenary, not a lord!" "You look like a hobo," Cat giggled, reaching for a long chunk of his hair. Taking the time to wring some water from the chunk, she drew it close to her eyes and squinted. "Could at least trim the dead ends.." she suggested before bursting into laughter. "I guess they're all dead ends, huh?" Meanwhile, unbeknownst to both death knights, a stranger crept nearby. He was silent in his creeping, and unseen through the magic of stealth, choosing to hide himself in the foliage a few yards from their clothes and weapons. Soleren looked down at the clump of hair in her hand and let out a brief laugh. "Your jokes are unamusing. This is simply my unamused laugh." His attention was on Cat, drawn to her giggling and smiles. She had cried for most of their venture and hated herself through a large part of it. The mirth of her spirit was worth making a fool of himself and if it meant getting to smile himself, he would continue. "Warn me before you make any more so that I may pretend to listen!" As if in protest of his suggestion, Cat got close enough to him that she could bring his hair to her face and placed it under her nose. It resembled a very drippy mustache. "What do you think? Good disguise?" Their guest was closer, now. Cloaked with stealth, he wore the tight fitting leathers of a thief. Thin and wirey, he kept close to the ground, inching patiently toward the pile of armor and weapons in the hope that they might contain something of value. "The pigtails give you away! Though you might be able to convince some fool. At the very least the color matches." He took some of his own hair and placed it underneath his own nose. "I could make it work." Cat giggled at the sight, her expression fading slowly as she noticed some sort of movement behind Soleren's back. "..wait..." At her change in attitude, the rogue knew the jig was up. In a mad rush to make use of his situation, he hastily grabbed the first thing he could - her axe. "Wait!!" Cat shouted, grabbing Soleren's shoulder and shoving him out of the way to splash out of the stream and run after the rogue who disappeared into the woods.
  5. It had been a few days since Cat and Soleren found eachother at Light's Hope Chapel. Since then, the two attempted to make themselves scarce among the living. They found clothes, weapons, and some scant armor that could, for the most part, disguise them as living elves. At least until someone came too close, and noticed the chill that surrounded them, or the telltale smell of death. Still learning to understand her newfound abilities, Cat was having difficulty with how her body craved blood. She found it easier to simply eat flesh rather than drink the temporarily life-granting essence that granted her a living pallor, at least for a while. Yet even in the dying forest where they hid themselves for the time being, there were questions of life and death. As she knelt beside the corpse of a human farmer, long since dead, Cat ran her fingers over the rotting flesh of his face as maggots crawled in and out of his eye sockets. "..do you think we'll ever rot, Soleren?" "I can't say... each one of us has gone through different stages of death. We can still be wounded but the magic that keeps us animate has provided us with the means of staving off the worst of death's curses. Since we can not help our own situation we can only look for and embrace what ever silver lining we can find. In this case, you will not rot so long as you consume the life force that keeps the living from experiencing those very curses." They appeared as hobbled high elves, junked armor and clothing unfit for the very appearance they hid behind. What little life they did encounter kept its distance enough to avoid unnecessary confrontation and to their fortune most that ever greeted them were corpses. "But we won’t let that happen. We will use the guise of justice bringers to feed that hungering magic. In turn helping whatever town we land in and ourselves in the process." "What do you mean the 'guise'? Like it's a disguise?" Standing up, she dusted off her hands. Cat wore bracers, but hadn't yet found gloves that fit. Her small hands appeared gray, as if covered in dust, but it was only her own discolored skin. As if cold, she wrapped her ill-fitting cloak around herself and held it shut while approaching Soleren. "It's not a disguise if it's true, yeah? We really can help people with this power, even if we're kinda gross." "Guise may have been the wrong word. The intention is noble and certainly well thought out but should we mangle even the wicked in front of those that seek retribution, we will still be seen as monsters. So guise is what I want to call it, as we will still need to be careful of how and when we complete our tasks. Helping people is fine, but even those we help might find our methods unappealing." Soleren moved them along, back onto the path they had chosen to walk. "The difficult part of this will be approaching people in our...current attire." Cat looked down at her mismatched armor, most of it hidden behind a dark cloak she'd picked off of a dead traveler. Her chest piece was cinched in tight at the sides, though clearly built for a man. Beneath it, she still wore her old cotton trainee clothes, stained in several places. Her pants, rather than armored with metal as she would have preferred, were leather and also built for a man. A human man, specifically, making them rather loose and tightened only by a belt who's fitted holes she had to create herself. Her boots were, at least, built to size. Unfortunately, they were also bright blue. "I mean.. it's not that bad, is it?" He thought for a moment as he looked over her. A smiled cracked on his face as he turned back to look at the road. "It may actually come as an advantage to look like makeshift adventurers. Novices on their first campaign to stop bandits and murderers. I am more hopeful then I am doubting the idea, at the very least. Else I would have suggested something else." She was more adorable then she was frightening and that would help them. "You know, I always figured this is what I'd do," Cat said optimistically as they approached what looked like a small farm village. A few skinny goats bleated in the distance. "I knew I'd go out and do good deeds and stuff. I just figured it'd be after my training. I thought it'd take me a long time, like, I wouldn't actually go do anything heroic until I was in my hundreds. Hard to believe I'm doing it now, before I even hit twenty.." "Twenty..." His features twitched slightly as his statement became more of a question. "Oh yeah, I joined the military as soon as I was allowed. Eighteen, like humans do. Was supposed to be training as a squire for years, you know? Human squires train around five or ten years but we're supposed to go a lot longer. I figured I wouldn't be out adventuring until I was at least a hundred, but.." she shrugged as they walked. "You know. War." "I was young when I joined the Spellbreakers, and still just as young when I took over training my unit. We were charged with defense of the city and often saw no action. The occasional troll while on patrol, but never anything to make it into the history books. You may have advanced faster then you thought possible. You've the heart for it and you certainly aren't lacking in drive. You are simply missing experience and technique." "Well.. I guess I have all the time in the world to learn now," she added sadly, a hand absentmindedly reaching down to the handle of her axe. It bounced gently against her hip as she walked, mostly covered by the cloak. "Though I guess I'll be learning something totally different.. blood seems to answer me the way the Light used to. Kinda weird how similar it feels. Except when the Light came to me, it made me feel good. When blood does what I tell it to do, I don't really feel anything. I guess that's a death knight thing though, right? We're not supposed to feel anything." Cat kicked a rock in her path. "Being dead blows." "Being dead...blows..." He repeated under his breath, giving a moment more of thought to it before brushing the notion away. "To guard us from our own atrocities perhaps. Our memories, our sentience, even the quirks of our former selves followed along. Yet certain feelings did not. I wish I could answer that question for you, Cat. I really do, but there are things even I have not figured out about death." "Like what?" her ears suddenly perked, as if she were very interested in the answer. Soleren always seemed to have answers to her questions, in regards to death, undeath, and everything in between. To see him lost about something made him seem a little less wondrous, and a little more like an actual peer. "What is it you wanna know?" "Will the world ever really accept what we are, regardless of what we do for them? Will this freedom be everlasting or are we temporarily allowed to be who we were only to be broken later? Mostly questions that may have no answers." Soleren shifted the weight of his weapon, the bundle that held it hid it's appearance from passersby. He turned back to her, eyeing her interest with a raised brow. "I suppose one of my questions may be answered sooner rather than later. The real question then becomes will we like the answer." Cat looked at Soleren's serious face and tried to smile. It wasn't easy. "Now you're scaring me," she said with a nervous giggle. "People aren't all monsters. If we're good to them, they'll be good to us. We just have to be really really good. The other thing.." she chewed on her tongue thoughtfully, now avoiding his eyes. "..I don't wanna be a slave, again. I'd rather kill myself before it happens. If I get the chance, anyway. If not.. will you do it?" Soleren lingered on the thought for a moment, eyes narrowed to the idea of having to kill one of his own. He kept his pace, walking through the akward silence for a moment before responding. "If we ever become slaves to anyone again, for whatever reason...I will make every effort to break free long enough to kill them before I ever point my axe at you, Cat." Cat's smile came a little easier, though she kept her eyes on the forest floor. "Okay. That's good enough for me." As they drew closer to the village, it was clear the farmers were facing hard times. The few farm animals they had were skinny and malnourished, so much so that one could count the ribs on their goats. There didn't seem to be a lot of activity either, with the exception of a skinny human female hauling water from a nearby well. She seemed to be having a tough time of it. "This village has seen better days. We may not be of much help to them with their livestock but at the very least we can investigate. Perhaps their despiration will be our ally today." He hesitated to approach, a fear of the worst keeping him at a distance. Everything could go wrong and the moments of peace they had found would end. Cat shrugged and waved toward the little human girl. "Maybe. Wonder what's up with all the animals?" Approaching the little girl carefully, Cat removed the hood from her cloak to reveal a gray toned elf with bright blue eyes. Her black hair in pigtails, she didn't look particularly threatening, but for the living there was a strange sense of dread about her. The human looked toward them both as if she'd seen two ghosts, clutching her empty bucket. "Hello," Cat said in her best Common, pointing toward the bucket. "Help?" The human blinked, then looked at the bucket. Her hands, which seemed unusually thin, trembled as she held it close to her. "My name is Cat," the death knight tried again, smiling brightly in spite of the underlying stench of death. "From Quel'thalas. May I help?" Another long pause. The human slowly handed Cat her bucket, but as soon as the death knight took hold of it, the child bolted for one of the nearby houses. Soleren grew nervous, eyes shifting from building to building ready for what may emerge. An angry mob perhaps, another purging party that had been tracking them down? All possibilities, without his armor and a formerly inexperienced initiate their chances of escape were smaller. "Cat, we should leave." The resounding paranoia rang from his voice like a warning bell. "I do not want to stay and find out what will happen after her alarm." "But.. maybe she needs help," Cat reasoned, looking aeound the village for another sign of life. "I don't see any adults here, do you? She might be all alone. She's probably just never seen an elf before. Maybe we should --" As if on command, the doors to the house where the little girl ran burst open to reveal a skinny dog. It barked wildly at both death knights, jaws foaming. Cat regarded the animal sadly. "..I thought dogs liked me." Soleren instinctively reached for a weapon, keeping himself from drawing the axe and unwanted attention. He called out to Cat in Thalassian, reaching for her arm instead. "We need to leave." "But--" Before she could argue, the dog ran for them both. It was skinny, and likely didn't have the capacity to injure either of the knights, but it ran at full speed with open jaws ready to tear one of them apart. Cat was in too much shock to immediately respond, but as the dog drew closer, what looked like a rune spread throughout the ground around both her and Soleren. As the dog's paws hit the rune, it began to smoke, as if it were on fire. The reality was far more gruesome, as flesh began falling from the dog's bones as it decayed before their eyes. The dogs lunge triggered a reflexive twitch that called for more then a simple reach of a weapon. Just as the rune had appeared, Soleren stepped infront of Cat and raised a gauntled hand towards the decaying animal. He pulled back and turned to his protectorate, looking for the source of the magic. "Cat..." The melting hound began to howl in its pain as it died where it stood. It took a few seconds for Cat to realize that the rune erupted from her own feet. She stumbled backwards, looking down at the symbol as it burned through the ground, a symbol she didn't understand but could feel emanating from her need to protect them both. The death knight's mouth trembled, as if she were more terrified of herself than the flesh melting dog that whimpered until it crumpled to the ground in a pile of decaying goo. She took a few timid steps back, staring at the animal with a growing realization of her ability, then turn and ran back into the woods. Soleren took a few steps back, looking around for any others that may have seen them. With little in the way of witnesses and Cat running off into the woods, all that had remained was the girl. He gritted his teeth and snarled at the thought of the frightened child. Should her parents return she would surely tell them what she saw. What was he to do? Survive. The little girl remained inside of her house. With the exception of the dog, it seemed as if she were all alone. The house was too small for her to have much of a hiding place, and she crouched with her hands over her head underneath a table who's decorative tablecloth was only long enough to cover her forehead. Legs trembling, she cried as the dog's barks finally fizzled out. She understood what that meant. The ground around Soleren became riddled with small cracks as tiny scarab like critters poked out of the dirt and began their march towards the house. What started as a few became hundreds, the clicking of femurs became loud enough to drown out thought. The death knight waited for a moment before following Cat into the woods. The bugs pushed through every crevice they could fit through until they all made their way inside. Trapped and with nowhere to run, the girl was left to her fate.
  6. Cat clutched her axe protectively as she and Soleren walked. Together, they traveled through the Plaguelands, avoiding the paladins who had long since given up the search for a few strays in favor of continuing to battle those still attacking their chapel. They were quiet as they traveled, but Cat couldn’t help but feel like there was some sort of strange unspoken agreement between the two of them. He was there when she woke, and he was there to educate her, but how was it he came about his freedom? She remembered the Light, the feeling of once again being enveloped in all that was good. She remembered hope, and then she was free. Did he feel that, too? Up ahead, what looked like an abandoned cottage sat in the middle of a rotting grove. Cat pointed it out as the sun set behind distant trees. “Should we hide there?” Soleren examined the surroundings of the abandoned cottage, pale blue eyes piercing through the helmet with raised intensity. "Neither the living or the dead remain in this area. We will take shelter there for now until we can figure out a direction to go in the morning. We will not be a welcome sight if we travel as we are and we will only be able avoid civilization for so long before we just can't help the path we are traveling." He looked down at her and nodded in acknowledgement to her suggestion before marching them to the cottage. It had been abandoned as he had suggested and the unnatural darkness of the area that the unholy magic of the scourge lands cast would be their cover. The cottage itself had not seen much use since it had been abandoned, door left wide open for any scavenger, humanoid or beast, to rummage through. "Follow closely behind. I don't want us to be ambushed by any undetected presence." Cat did as she was told, too emotionally exhausted to come up eith a reason to argue. Once inside, she closed the door and looked around the main room of their haven and took stock; a few broken chairs, a table, what looked like rodent droppings. Her attention was drawn to a closed door, most likely leading toward a bedroom. Cat stared at the door, seemingly worried about what might be on the other side. A family of possums, or the corpse of this home owner? Inhospitable for the living, rundown and dilapidated, the cottage would service it's purpose. The cold air carried with it a must that freely permeated the senses, the stench of death had long been replaced with that of it's decay. Soleren approached the closed door and turned back to Cat, readying his axe to bare down on any that would threaten their invasive escape. Anything to survive would be the lesson on repeat. With one hand he gripped the massive axe and the other reached to push the door open. The creak that sounded would have woken the dead if that's what was housed within. Empty. The room contained a bed left behind and made a mess by panic. Beyond the aged and splintered furniture there was nothing else that would bother their reprieve. "This will be our temporary refuge. Feel free to remove your armor and make yourself comfortable But keep your axe at arms reach. I will take guard while you gather your thoughts." Cat hadn't spoken much since they left the chapel, and even now she felt it difficult to voice her emotions. The death knight beside her seemed kind, protective even, but not to anyone else but her. It felt oddly suspicious, moreso that she would feel compelled to follow him. As he suggested removing her armor, she felt a sudden twist of panic. He was male, he was experienced, and this suddenly felt more threatening than she anticipated. "..why are you doing this?" She asked quietly, eyes on the disheveled bed. "You don't know me. I don't know you at all, so.. why?" The helmet came off once more, letting the loose part of his mane fall to his shoulders, and he set it down on a barely standing table. He stared at her with the same narrow eyed stare that he gave her when she questioned his actions against the paladin. He let the silence surround them for a moment before breaking it with his reply. "You, I hardly know...but what I am familiarly acquainted with is the questions in your mind, the self loathing and the twisted perception of reality that you are being forced to endure for the first time since you freed yourself from his control. I'm not a hero by any means and I didn't save you because I have some moral obligation to the light. To be honest it would have been a greater mercy to have killed you but I am not as monstrous as you seem to think I am. I simply want to survive and have no other option but to embrace what I am. If you want to leave then you are welcome to do so but out there you are just scourge that needs eradication." Cat stared at his face, her expression growing more and more accepting as he spoke. She swallowed, but her mouth was dry. "I.. I don't want to leave," she whispered., falling backward to sit awkwardly on the bed. Cat had the body language of someone who had been defeated, completely and utterly. "I don't want to be alone." They would not require sleep, food, warmth or even a breath of air but the acts of the living were a comfort most could not resist. It was a coping mechanism that allowed for some semblance of normality and even he partook of them. "Then stay...I will keep watch while you..rest your mind. Should you need anything from me, I will be in the other room." He reached for his own runed edge and stepped away from the door to allow her to close it should she wish to free herself from the burden of her armor. "I am aware that you are not trusting of me. I dont care to earn it but at the very least trust that I mean you no ill will." Cat looked down at the floor thoughtfully. After a while, she reatched for the latches of her armor and loosened them to let the heavy plate fall off of her. Underneath, she wore the same cotton shirt and pants that she'd died in. The colors were faded, but the Horde and Blood Knight logos still remained. In the middle of her chest, a tear in her shirt revealed a gaping wound that would not close. "I believe you," she said without raising her eyes from the floor. "It'd just help if I knew more about you. If we're gonna be around each other, I mean." He stepped into the other room and began moving around the broken furniture to make space for his own absolutions. For a moment she was met with silence and the occasional cracking of wood that ended up in the crumbling fire place. When he finished he returned to stand by the door between rooms and pressed himself on the wall. "What you see before you is who I am... a blight caller in plated armor. Former servant to a tyrant. Nothing more." With arms crossed he turned back to her, taking note of her scar as she stared at the ground. She looked miserable in her predicament and the thought crossed him that she might benefit from a deeper response. "And you? Who is Cat?" "Just a Blood Knight. Well.." Cat shook her head quickly, correcting herself. "No. Not really. I wanted to be a Blood Knight. A paladin, really, but of course the Blood Knights were willing to train me, so.. that's what I did. I didn't get very far, obviously," she added spreading her arms as if to invite him to look at her. She didn't look very impressive in her armor, but even moreso out of it. Cat looked like the kind of girl who just left home for the first time, her hair still styled the way her mother would have done it on the first day of school. She was fit, but had little muscle, likely because she was killed before she could really start to build any. She wasn't a child, but she was hardly a woman by elven standards. "I'm from a little village south of Silvermoon, on the water. My parents died to the Scourge, and my brothers died going to war. I was the last one. I guess.. our family is done, now." Soleren hesitantly took the invitation, listening to her story as he looked over her form. His focus drew back to the the wound in her chest, closing his eyes to keep himself from remembering unwanted memories. He turned away, eyeing the pile of rubble and wood he had amassed with contemplation. "Be thankful that at the very least your family wasnt risen as you were. What happened was unfortunate and you should never forget it. I could tell you to leave all of that behind or that you are nothing more then a corpse of your former self, but you will need those very memories to separate you from the shambling dead that mindlessly ravage their victims." He pushed off of the wall and turned back to her. "For now, rest your mind." Cat slowly removed her boots, taking the time to look over her bare feet. When was the last time she even saw them? Before she died? In the barracks, suiting for the battle that would kill her. She remembered going through the motions, powdering her skin with the other recruits, a trick to keep them from getting sweaty and forming blisters under tightly fit armor. Her bare feet still smelled vaguely of the perfumed talcum powder gifted to her by another recruit. "My mind is all over the place," she admitted, flexing her toes before setting them on the cold floor. "What about you? What's your story?" He felt he owed her something even if there was no true obligation to repay her. After a brief moment of silence he turned away from her to collect his thoughts before speaking out. "No blood knight ties, not even a farstrider. I was an instructor for the spellbreaker recruits. Any relations I may have had...likely died in the attack. Either they are scourge now or have moved on without me. The only person I have to care for now is myself. Not much else can be said about who I am or what my story is. What you see now is who I am. Down to the very armor I wear." Soleren turned back to her and examined her expression, idly waiting for whatever else she may ask. Cat did look him over. She didn't seem disturbed by his armor, or his story, but she did seem a little less uncomfortable than she was before. It didn't remove her suspicion, however. "So if all you care about is yourself, how come you wanted to help me?" She asked curiously. It was less of an accusatory tone than it was of simple interest. "Did you just see another death knight and decide you felt like helping out?" "Help? No. Save? You were probably better of without me. Perhaps I was selfish in my actions and pulled you from a chance at peace to keep me company in undeath. Or maybe I couldn't rationalize letting you throw away your second chance so ungratefully without at least letting you see what you were given. It may have been that deep down I still carry that person I was, a part of me untainted by the plague that took the life from those paladins. I have no real reason for why I did what I did. If you don't like my answer then you are welcome to your own perception of the situation. Whatever the reason is, we are stuck together now. At the very least until you decide to go your own way." He crossed his arms once more, complacent within their lodging, cautious but unafraid of being interrupted by unwanted visitors. Cat chewed on her tongue thoughtfully. "This.. it's still weird for me. Like... I can't feel the way I used to. Everything feels numb, sort of. Even my senses. It was better when I ate that guy, something about his blood made it easier for me to focus, but.. I don't know. How do you get used to this? I keep feeling like the Lich King is going to come back any second and tell me what I need to do. I'm weirdly stronger. My body almost feels like it belongs to someone else, like I'm a visitor. How long have you been free? What did it feel like for you? How long before I get used to this?" "You ask to many questions...?" He said, a hint of frustration tinged the normal calm of his voice. "I will keep watch while you take to caring for your thoughts. If it brings you comfort, close your eyes and pretend to sleep. Keep your weapon close and should anything happen I will do everything I can to give you warning." He turns back to the door, picking up his ax and walks through the threshold. As if prompted by some hidden force, he turns his head slightly back towards her and speaks. "We can share our stories in the morning..." Cat fidgeted against the bed, glancing behind her before looking back at the other death knight. "..you don't think it's kinda weird to just sleep in some stranger's bed? You're just gonna sit there awake all night?" "Are those more questions?" He replies as his eyes narrow in similar response. "See for yourself what happens when you try to sleep. As far as sensibilities go, the owner of that bed has likely not been alive for some time. If they are still alive, then they certainly wouldn't take claim to it. You will notice that this portion of land is barren with the exception of the undead, dying animals, and the fools that want to purify it. That bed is as much a strangers as the trees outside." "Well I get that, but it's not really the point.." She muttered uncomfortably, standing up to walk into the other room to join him. She seemed less inclined to be by herself than she might have been, before. "And you can't expect me not to ask questions when I've just been resurrected from the dead to fight for the Lich King and then woke up in the middle of it! This isn't exactly the kind of thing you go through every day!" Soleren lets out a sigh, bordering a grunt as he kneels to pick up more of the rubble on the ground. When he raises back up he stands in front of her, towering over the small elven woman. In close proximity he appeared taller, lacking the hunch of a battle stance. He peered at her, brow raising to question her sudden enthusiasm in the subject matter. "No, not every day you die and come back as a servant of the Lich King. And from what I gather its even less likely to break from his command. But we did...on both accounts. What you are asking me to describe is a personal feeling that may very well have differed from your experience all together. What purpose would that serve you? And as far as how long before you get used to it all... Well, I will tell you when it happens." He moved past her, setting what he had picked up into the broken down fireplace and dusted off his hands. "If you aren't going to rest then at the very least help me clear the rubble so that we can have use of this room." Cat did as she was asked without question. It actually suited her to have a task, rather than be left to idle alone. She carefully went through the room, righting furniture and dusting it off. "So how'd you die?" She asked, as if this weren't a terribly personal question. "I got stabbed from behind. Sword went clean through. Think it punctured a lung. I remember choking." "The mindless shamblers they sent into my home were fodder for my blade. I thought it brave to be a hero and stepped out to meet more of their forces in combat, thinking there were enough fighting forces on our side to mount a resistance against their rotters. And for a moment there were. Until the n erubians came. Spider like monsters with cruel sentience. One by one our small resistance was taken down but not without a fight. That of course was until Arak'ramu tunneled his way out of the ground. This armored plague bearing demolisher of a Crypt Lord spread his pestilence without remorse." He continued to clear the room as he talked, unbothered by the retelling of his death. "Being impaled in the chest is nothing to scoff at but it would have been a mercy killing compared to what it did to us. For our defiance we were granted a painful and slow death. A swarm of insects were summoned by his will and surrounded us. Each one that landed on us burrowed itself into our skin. Thousands were summoned and in moments each one had implanted itself into our flesh. We were kept alive as they ate us from the inside out. Fevered and dying I committed one final act of defiance and spit in the face of that crypt Lord. All I remember after that was a low pitched laugh and the insects bursting within my body..." As he told his story, Cat's eyes grew wider and wider. Eventually she stopped working to stand and listen, a horrified expression on her face. "..I..bu..w..." she stammered, as if trying to get out her thoughts but having a terrible time of it. Her hands, dusty from moving turned over furniture, gesticulated in front of her face as she attempted to communicate her thoughts. "..th... that's horrible! How can... how... what.. but your skin.. what... i-if I have my scar then... then what happened to all your skin? W... with the b-bugs? That... they..." her hands went to her face, covering both eyes as she tried to shake the image out of her head. Soleren's brow rose at her disgust and curiosity. He looked over her again and debated telling her anymore. "Do you truly want to know or will the grotesque nature of my death be to overwhelming?" Cat lowered her hands from her eyes and looked up toward him again. She seemed to calm a little at his words. "..no. I wanna know. If... if that's okay? We're both dead, it'd be unfair of me to be grossed out by anything. Especially with this.." she indicated toward her chest. "I can handle it. If you trust me." "Very well." He moves to sit, leaning on a wall facing the door and invites her over. "You will learn, if you have not already, that the blood magic you use repairs your wounds. The exception being the one in your chest. You may one day be able to seal that wound, but for now us it as a reminder of something to work towards." He reaches for the carving knife and pulls if from its sheathe before removing one of the plated gauntlets from his hand. He sets it aside and draws a gash over his arm. His expression does not change as he stares down at it. Bumps rise under his skin and begin to crawl towards the wound. Feelers poke out to examine it, one insect even crawls out to inspect it further before using its mandibles to chew and weave rended flesh back together. It scurries back into his arm before the rest finish sealing up the slash. "I told you I envied you blood magic users for a reason. The wounds I suffer only seal when my kill dies in the same way I did. A gift from our former master and his nerubian crypt lords." Cat watched the display with ever widening eyes. She was certainly learning something new, today. Instinct begged her to look away from the insect as it wove his skin back together, but true to her word, she was not disgusted. Swallowing down nothing (her mouth was dry), she pursed her lips and leaned in a little closer to examine the closing wound. "That's... that's pretty freaky," she admitted. "But I mean.. so is eating people. So I think we're even. Yeah?" "Yeah...freaky..." he replied back in a gruff low tone that seemed unfit in it's pairing with his words. He had let his guard down for a moment, looking back up at her in question. If anything her ignorant innocence was charming enough to momentarily bring down a wall or two. He had shown her more then he intended but her contagious curiosity and blissful innocence were comparatively more dangerous than the blight he so easily called. After a pensive glance he took his arm back and quickly slipped it into the gauntlet. "Does that answer your questions, Cat?" "Sure, I guess." She scratched her nose aNd got back to work, cleaning the little cottage to make it "livable". As she grabbed some leaves from a nearby table, it suddenly dawned on her that she had no idea how long they might be there, or what they might do after. Both of them seemed to be making things up as they go, him more than her. It felt more comfortable to let him take the lead. "So... how did you get your freedom? I think that paladin knocked it out of me, with the Light." He stood to continue his work, pausing at her question. He had manage to avoid answering it this long but it was only a matter of time before her persistence would win it out of him. "Hatred. Where your calling came from the light, mine came from somewhere much darker. It wasn't enough that Anub'ramu killed me...but he also requested that I be under his command. His arrogance became his undoing very quickly. Every day that passed at his side was another day of built up anger and hate. I didnt know why...all i knew was that hate. During an assault on a small village in the north, our small force of nerubians was met with similar resistance. Paladins of the Argent Dawn. We clashed and like that day in Silvermoon, their resistance was keeping us at bay. Anub'ramu enjoyed breaking people more than he ever cared for the fodder he sent to the field. They put up a fight but with us both there it did not last long. There is always one in the group of many that stays stalwart til the bitter end and just like i had done the paladin spit right in the face of death. That's when I broke free. It was my hate and defiance that broke those bindings. While Anub'ramu was busy playing with his paladin, I drove my runeedge into his skull. I swear to you that day I felt alive. The call of the nerubians dying cries were exhilarating. The few paladin that remained decended upon him like the insect swarm he summoned and proceeded to finish the job. We killed every single arachnoid there...and then..." He paused, unsure of the next part of his story. Cat looked up, confused. "Wait, but, if you were there, and you were already free, then.. how did you wind up at Light's Hope with the rest of us?" She dusted off her hands again, wiping them down the front of her training pants. "We weren't free. Or at least I wasn't.. I never would have followed the Lich King's orders, if I was. If you were free, why bother going anywhere near the rest of us who weren't? Weren't you afraid he'd find a way to bring you back under control?" "Survival... and revenge. A dangerous combination that makes a tactful person stupid. I broke free but I wasn't done getting my vengeance. Whether or not I knew there would be consequences for my actions I knew I could not take a risk. The paladins made it easy to create a story that would keep me from being discovered. 'The light overcame that day but their victory was short lived.' I turned my ax on them and finished off what remained. This insured my story... and following orders when free from his command wasn't difficult... I could still hear him in my head." He turned away, clearly not proud of his willingness to survive but it was not until lights hope that he could truly be free without consequence. Cat sat down on the now semi-cleaned sofa. The tiny cottage was starting to look somewhat livable. It was at least livable enough for two elves who weren't really alive. "Do you think we'll ever not hear him in our head?" She asked sadly, seemingly accepting of his explanation. Cat once again looked down at her bare feet, unharmed except for the gray desaturation that effected the rest of her. "Do you think this will be what it's like, forever? Not being able to feel?" His armor would be to heavy to sit on any of the furniture. In its old, likely rotted state it would crumble underneath him. Instead he made due with the floor and sat by her. " We may hear him as he chooses or perhaps we may be able to block his voice out. As for being able to feel... I have no answer for that question. Not one that I like anyways." Cat rest her elbows on her knees, then her face in her palms. She squished her cheeks between each hand, giving her an appearance that was more like a bored child than an unholy knight of the damned. "This is going to suck." "Yeah...this is going to...suck..." He let out a sigh as he leaned carefully on the bottom of the couch. Arms crossed he looked up at her and thought about their situation for a moment. Two runaway death knights with blood on their hands and an eternity of damnation in the living world. Suck was an understatement but couldn't help feel the same. They were free and went from moment to moment without much thought to long term goals. "We have all eternity to consider our options. I've only ever had the notion of survival in my mind. Now... I don't even know what is next." "Eternity.." Cat repeated, looking a little lost with the idea. "I was gonna be a hero. I was gonna do great things, and save people. Get a pretty white horse, ride into battle with my brothers in arms, defeat evil.. now I'm dead. I'm dead and we're lost out here. I mean shit, we have eternity, and before I died I hardly ever even had a boyfriend." she whined, rubbing her face. "This isn't how it's supposed to be." "I wanted to move from Silvermoon...travel the world and meet gorgeous women... finish my novel and one day settle down. Teach the heroes how to properly hold their blades. My aspirations aren't gone just the chance of living. But if I continue to remind myself of all of it then I'll simply spiral into something I am not. I've allowed so much to dictate how I live and even now I'm bound to my chains by undeath. Perhaps at the very least I can travel, and hope that the torches and pitchforks down come out as I make my way through towns." For the first time since they had met he had finally shown a side of himself that he thought he had buried. He wouldn't recognize it even if it came about again. It was buried so deep and forgotten that it was as much a stranger as she was to him. "Oh geez.. I didn't even consider that," she admitted, rubbing her face with the palms of her hands. "I've gotta look like a complete freak, now.. a walking dead girl.. this sucks, Soleren. This sucks real hard. Sorry if I'm such a bummer.. but I guess we gotta work with what we've got, right? What'v we got?" Cat looked them both over. "I can do freaky blood stuff. You've got bugs in you. We can kill things pretty good. Maybe we can kill badguys, and maybe that'll be enough that people won't hate us? I don't know.. but we can try. I wanna try. We'll need some new armor, though, especially you. Your stuff looks like it's about to fall apart any second. Why are you even wearing it?" "The armor isn't old...its a part of me just like my runeedge. It was forged to give off a frightening appearance. Fear is a great tool against an enemy. Lesser foes will cower and run and greater foes will underestimate it's appearance. It isn't bound to my body or anything like that but the properties of it's steel draw from my powers." He looks at the helm and sighs before returning his attention to Cat. "If we are to travel outside of this run down place then perhaps we do need different armor. I simply...well...perhaps there is some left over clothing in some of the dressers..." If his cheeks could turn a different shade other than pale they would have. Cat shrugged and thumbed toward the other bedroom. "Give it a shot. I didn't look in there. Probably nothing that'd fit me anyway," she said, looking down at herself. "This is a human house. They're built huge so you might find something that isn't falling apart." "I will...check in the morning. If I find anything then we can store our armor here and risk the chance of going out and trying it your way. Admittedly the idea makes me rather paranoid but it's a sound plan. If not..." He turns his head to look straightforward and stares for a moment. "Then we will have to figure something out. It will only be a matter of time before they come searching this way." He cleared his throat and and shifted his eyes toward her. "Since you are so inclined to not be alone tonight...the front room seems to have enough room for the both of us to spread out." Cat looked around the room, taking stock of the furniture. A couch, a few chairs, the floor. She suddenly felt embarrassed for her clingy behavior. "Do you wanna be alone?" She asked cautiously. "You can take the other room, if you do. I don't mind. I'm just.. not sure if I can sleep. Or even try to." Soleren made to stand, the rattle of plate armor sounded oddly silent in his motion. Like his own hardened composure it served to keep him protected from pain, emotional or otherwise. The thought of removing it in the midst of the unknown was evident in the way he peered around and listened with the attentiveness of a ranger. He reached the entryway to the other room before turning his head back to her. "No, it's fine. We can share the same. I just want to male sure that there is something to to put on before I make any attempt to remove my armor. I... I will be back." He spoke as if to reassure her. He disappeared into the other room and it wasn't long before the sounds of rummaging were heard. A few light sighs followed every opening drawer. Cat waited on the couch. She adjusted herself, sat cross legged, then unfolded them again. In the midst of her uncomfortable fidgeting, she had a thought. This situation with the cottage, the awkwardness, it felt like some bizarre honeymoon between two complete strangers. She reached for her pigtails and tugged them, shifting again in her seat as Soleren's irritation could be heard through the door. The idea of the terrifying death knight scrambling to find clothes that fit suddenly brought a giggle to her mouth. She threw a hand over it to keep herself quiet, but still she couldn't help but laugh. "I can hear you," he called out to her as he shut one of the dressers drawers to open what remained. "I'm dead, not deaf." His search would continue for a brief moment longer before it was met with a successful, "Finally. Something that hasn't been terribly damaged." He pulls the clothing from the dresser and slowly begins the process of removing his armor. The eerie rattleless silence ends as he maneuvers around the latches of each piece. The metal echoed it's protest as it was placed neatly on the wooden floor. With every piece set aside he slipped into the clothing and walked back into the other room. The elf, having only been seen in the bulk of his armor, was now dressed in plain clothing. Suitable for wear into the town market or out on the fields to work but not for any further altercation with the paladins. Outside of the armor he was still a tall individual. Before his death he had maintained a broad muscular body meant to endure the heavy armor and tower shield of a spell breaker. He filled into the humans clothing, still loose enough that he wasn't being hugged by it but not enough to make it seem like it was borrowed. His skin, what did show, was pale enough that the lines of each muscle would have emphasis even in the low light that remained. "This was the best I could find." He said as he held out his arms as if asking for approval in his reveal. "A few pair of work boots as well but I'll worry about those in the morning." Cat blinked as she took in the death knight's appearance. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting. Something scarier, maybe? She was confused by how much he didn't frighten her, even after seeing the insects that crawled inside of him. He looked just like any other elf who took care of himself, maybe a little paler, maybe his hair could use a wash. Cat found herself wondering why he terrified her so much to begin with, and decided it must have been the armor. Or maybe it was the way he so easily killed. "You look good," she said easily, smiling comfortably. Out of their armor, they were just two elves. Two dead elves in an abandoned house. "You look like you're about to go plow a field. Probably better than an unholy knight of the damned if we're gonna try and find a way out of here." Scratching her nose, she regarded him again. "In the dim light, you don't even look all that dead." "So only partially dead then. Hopefully the illusion is enough to fool the guards and any passer by. I also found a small cloak that you can use, likely it belonged to this humans mate. Most everything I found would be to large for you to fit in. But the cloak should work while we travel." He paused for a moment to look at her, catching the way she peered over him with a sense of relief. "Sounds good," she said with a little more cheer in her voice. Cat sat up on the couch and slid both legs underneath her before looking toward the fireplace. "..does it feel weird to you that it's not cold in here? Like, I'm sure it's cold in here, but I can't feel it. I don't even know if I'd feel warm if we made a fire." "The thought occurred to me to start a fire but I didn't want to bring any attention to an abandoned cottage. Even if we can't feel cold or warmth or even tired, I find an odd comfort in indulging myself." He sits on the couch next to her and let's out a deep breath. "Its the little things that separate us from the living. Sleeping, eating, drinking. Those things that we took for granted before. So yes, it feels odd not to be cold when it clearly is. It feels odd that some place so inhospitable doesn't even effect us in the slightest." His arms crossed as he pushed himself deep into the cushion of the couch. "I know you haven't had much time to cope with everything which is why I was willing to give you the space to think about the things you needed to. So if you need the time alone, take it." Cat adjusted her legs again, crossing them so that her feet pressed against each other. She fidgeted with her toes, head bowed so that her hair covered her eyes. Her wariness was palpable. "I'm not.. used to being alone," she admitted, picking at one of her toenails. "My family lived in a little house like this. I always had my brothers around, we slept in the same room. Then I joined the military, and we were always together. Me and the recruits, we all slept in one big room, on bunks. Sometimes the snoring got real bad, but I don't know if I could sleep without it, now. I don't know.. I've never been on my own, before." "A whole family in one small room. I can understand the sentiment of being all alone but my understanding is as much as I can give. I lived alone, never married, estranged from my own family, and friends were few and far between. Didn't bother me all to much. I was always to busy to care for any of that. Now... Well we will see where now takes me." His stare was similarly distant, connecting with her in such a strange circumstance seemed unreal and perhaps unnecessary. One or both of them may be killed for their actions or just existing. They may go separate ways. All the possibilities and not one seemed to include them becoming friends. "It isn't difficult to grow accustomed to ones predicament. Especially if all your life you grew up that way." "I guess so." Reaching up to scratch her nose, Cat still moved as if she were alive. It was mechanical, muscle memory maybe, something hidden in her dead tissue only to be thoughtlessly retrieved. "Do you want to stick together for a while?" She suggested. "I'm probably not the strongest or the smartest, but I could watch your back if you'd watch mine." He hesitated to answer, running through a new set of posibilities that had not really crossed his mind before. His thought lasted for a few moments before finally giving her an answer. "We can stick together on the condition that you allow me to show you how to properly wield the weapons you carry. You may have come up with the idea of small town redemption through our heroic deeds but what good is redemption if you can't stay alive long enough to obtain it. There are plenty of wicked people out there and we want to survive this curse. It’s the lesser of two evils but...it can be done. I had simply considered walking away and striking down anyone who wanted to kill me first. This is the better way." Cat smiled hopefully. The idea of doing actual good with her newfound power was certainly attractive, especially considering the alternative. "Okay. Deal. Maybe we can actually do some good things with what we've got. Maybe there's still a chance for us, and it's not as bad as it seems. Maybe?" Her spirits seemed significantly lifted. "Maybe we'll make a good team." It was bound to happen sooner or later and the idea of a cheerful unholy death knight seemed to tickle him further. He couldn't resist smiling at her enthusiasm. In a short time she had imparted her ideals into his mind like a incurable disease even after his display of brutality. He gave thought to the way he forced her to watch as his victim died and the smile faded again. "Perhaps. We will do what we can but you have to remember that we are still likely to be monsters in the eyes of everyone around us. Should we encounter a situation where we are in danger, we either run or do things a different way. We can't assume we will be loved after our first kitten saved." Cat's expression dimmed at the mention of being seen as a monster. She smiled sadly and looked back up toward his face. "Well.. you saved your first kitten already," she tried to joke, poking fun at her own nickname. "So things should only get better. At least, we can try to make it that way.. I'm not ready to give up hope just yet. I think if we try hard enough, anything's possible." It seemed more as if she were trying to reassure herself than him. Tugging on her pigtails, she looked him over again. "..but for now, your hair needs some help. C'mere," she pat the cushion beside her. "I'll help." "My hair?" He eyed her with a brow raised. "What about my hair? That's the least of my concerns." He pauses and sighs before moving over to the cushion next to her. At the very least he could help keep her mind preoccupied without making a fuss about it. "Just...make sure I don't end up with pig tails of my own." The smile returns as he settles into the spot. "Hey you joke, but if you don't wanna look scary, pigtails are the way to go," she teased, putting her hands to his long greasy hair in an effort to comb it straight. Her fingernails gently scratched his scalp, just enough to tame the tangles. "Just because we're dead doesn't mean we have to look like it. Maybe if we look presentable, people won't be so afraid of us." "A clean kept blight caller... admittedly I hadn't given much consideration to that factor either but it wasn't until recently that I had much of an option. The lakes in the area might not be the best source of water though i can't say it would make us ill. For now we work with what we have." Sensation wasn't dead to him and her nails against his scalp were a welcome feeling. His eyes closed as he focused on the attention. "Cat... Thank you. I...thank you." "Least I can do for you helping me," she said with a shrug, getting through the long strands of his hair. After a little while, it became straightened enough for her to work with. She arranged it into three sections and started on a long braid. "This'll keep it from getting bad again, 'til we can find a place to hose down. Your hair is even longer than mine," she giggled, actually enjoying the act of braiding someone else's hair for a change. "I was curious to what you looked like with your hair down. As odd as that request is, I don't think it's any more strange than asking me to fix mine." He kept straight as his hair was casually woven. The surreal nature of this exchange seemed to gnaw at him. Their initial interaction being what it was. But the comfort of another in the same situation made it strangely alright. When she finished he turned to her and waited for his own request. The thoughts slowly faded away for the night. "Me? I look like a boy.." she chuckled, reaching up to undo her hair. Cat's black hair fell into a few short chunks against her shoulders. She didn't look like a boy per say, but her demeanor wasn't exactly feminine. "My mom did my hair this way because she said it was the only way she could tell me apart from the boys I used to run with." "You don t look like a boy but they certainly suit you. And don t take that as an insult. I simply mean that the look is perfect for you. It matches your personality very well. As you said, nothing says not scary like pig tails." He reached back to take his braided hair and pulled it to the front. "There...a final touch to make me look as unimposing as possible. In the morning we will go out to the nearest town and find a blacksmith who would be willing to sell us some armor." "Yeah! Sounds good. Maybe something less black and imposing." She picked up the end of his braid and used it to tickle the end of his nose. It seemed a litte hair braiding and some girl talk was all it took to take Cat from the depths of despair. "Oh, maybe we can find breakfast! Breakfast that isn't people, anyway.. that.. that wasn't great." Soleren stared blankly at her playful gesture, not completely unmoved but unwavering in his resolve to return to his usual calculated nature."We will find something to eat in the morning. There are plenty of wild animals out in the woods that may yet be plagued or dead. I still remember how to cook the meat if that appeals to your need for...that sense of living. I can't say I have attempted to eat anything since. As for something less imposing, basic armaments should suffice. We shouldn't need more the iron armor. Does that sound like a decent plan?" "It's a plan," Cat concurred with a nod, letting go of Soloeren's hair to sit back against the couch. She looked sleepy, though if she was simply emotionally tired rather than physical it was hard to tell. "I'll try and get some sleep," she suggested, leaning to her side as she rest her head against the arm rest. "Maybe if I try and act normal, it'll be easier to look normal." Soleren gave a slow nod before standing from the couch. He eyed the floor a few moments before turning back. " If what we have left is the simplicity of normality then we should keep it. Even if we don't look or feel it. Sleep well, Cat. We have an interesting venture ahead of us." Cat curled her legs into a fetal position, watching Soleren as he stood. "Yeah. I guess we do. Don't leave? Please?" She was a stranger hardly known to him. A visible weakness, exploitable at any given time by his enemies. The greater the distance he placed between them the easier it would be to part ways with her when the time called for it, yet he could not bring himself to walk away from her plee. Cruelty came easy to him but not this time. He sighed softly before returning to her side, sitting close to her. "I won't leave...ill stay right here." Cat turned so that her head faced Soleren's direction. She grabbed one of the couch pillows and set it under her head, curling up on her side. There was no physical contact, but she was close enough to recognize that someone else was there, and that was enough. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine herself falling asleep in this strange new body with these strange new circumstances. "Thanks, Soleren." “Rest well, Cat.”
  7. Errtu was the youngest of the five, a Runetotem Sunwalker trudging across the rainy, mucky Eastern Plaguelands. It'd been raining all night, in fact, which Errtu personally found to be a blessing. His commander had said the rain was good; things were tense at Light's Hope and it would keep the paladins gathered around from having another makeshift "rally" like the one that was held the day before. Errtu wasn't sure what to think of the talk of more fighting with the Ebon Blade, but he was a dutiful soldier and was inclined to agree with his Bloodhoof commander. The tauren of Light's Hope clung together tighter than most of the other races, even the Blood Knights or Vindicators, following the lead of the likes of Dezco or Aponi in service to the Highlord. Most of them seemed uninterested in the bickering and focused on the war against the Legion, but even among their tight-knit community, some had begun to whisper about the activities of the Ebon Blade. Still, though, Errtu remained unchanged. In fact, he rode out on their charge with a reflexive hope swelling in his heart. He had always been an optimistic tauren, raised in the Barrens and eventually settling in The Crossroads when the Horde settled the land for good and their nomadic ways were put to rest. In the Barrens, rain was thought of quite highly, a sign that better times were to come. All the negativity, all the bad things that festered in the land and the people would be washed away by the cleansing rains, he'd been taught, and so even though this rain made their journey to a small village just over the river that much harder, he couldn't help but feel the same peaceful elation that he knew as a calf. And, he assumed, his mission would be an easy one. He hadn't been on many treks west with his Sunwalker brothers, but the taurens' avowed neutrality in the growing tensions made them the perfect candidates for the call that had gone out. A rider in the night, wet and soggy, asked for aid for the small village of Mapleseed Brook, just over the Thondroril River. A Death Knight there, once a friend, seemed to have lost his mind and was barricaded by the villagers inside his small farmhouse. Though he had yet to attempt to break out, there was little doubt that the might of the unholy powers he had at his disposal would be enough to throw open the door and attack the town if need be. The rider's news was grim, of course, but he didn't have much recourse in looking for aid elsewhere. Stormwind and Ironforge were half a continent away and the village had always had a friendly disposition with the Silver Hand, given their village mayor was one in years past. Still, they all knew what was really happening. The rider described the undead dwarf as a friend, at first. Come to the town to help defend it against the Scourge only a short time ago. But, if word was to be believe, his axe was cracked in an altercation with a flock of geists and the erratic behavior began. At first, it was just mood swings, vacillating between anger and sorrow at a moment's notice. Soon, however, he began to speak to things that were not there, was having trouble recognizing friends in the village that he'd been protecting for the entirety of his short time there. They'd hear him thumping and pacing in his farmhouse, yelling at intruders that didn't exist and screaming about all manner of horrors that had yet to materialize. The mayor had waited for him to leave, return to Acherus and repair his runeaxe. Surely, that would solve the problem. But the longer they waited, the more they realized he wouldn't. Finally, the decision was made to barricade him in and call for the Silver Hand to send out riders to help. And thus, Errtu and his brave companions rode at all haste to Mapleseed Brook to intervene. They arrived in the early morning after riding through the rainy night, just as the first rays of sunshine could be sensed over the high hills back east. The situation seemed much more dire than they'd anticipated. The barricade was being manned by the chainmail clad guards of the town, but the lot of them seemed to average out at fourteen years of age. A Death Knight would cut through them like machetes through the Feralas jungle. Inside, the Dwarf screeched and yelled, crashing and banging and rampaging through his wooden residence. The Sunwalkers discussed their plan: Subdue him and imprison him, do their best to return him to the Ebon Hold so that the undead could take care of their own. But their strategizing was quickly cut short as a thundering axe blade just above the barricaded door cracked through the wall, only to be withdrawn and flung again, this time doing even more danage to the planks. The Sunwalkers set their perimeter, quickly telling everyone to get as far back from that hole as possible. But just as soon as it seemed that he would burst through the wood, the hacking stopped. Instead, they were met only with the sound of glass breaking and cursing and screaming from within the home. Whatever the Dwarf was saying, Errtu only heard gibberish. Were these even words? By the same token, however, the panicked villagers were yelling and screaming over the thunderous rain as well, trying to direct a group of Sunwalkers that didn't even speak Common. The house, which had been dark up until now, began to slowly flood and flicker with light. Could the dwarf light his own lantern in this state? The question was moot, because the answer quickly became apparent: the Dwarf had lit his own house on fire. The braves were instructed to hold fast. Stay back. The Dwarf had doomed himself, but even with the pouring rain dampening any fires, they needed to make sure that he wasn't a hard to the rest of the villagers and that fire didn't spread to any of the nearby grain barns or farmhouses of their own. Errtu couldn't help but be amazed at how quickly the blaze grew. They were waiting, slowly and steadfastly to see what would happen, but by the time the fire begun to crack through the roof, the Dwarf's angry mutterings and vicious exclamations had turned into the frantic wailing that transcended all languages: he was wailing in pain because he was burning alive. Errtu felt his hand begin to shake, though the crackling flames and the pouring rain drowned out the faint clattering of his plate armor. He was glad to have not drawn his weapon, because if he had, he would have surely dropped it. He wouldn't be granted that much of a respite, though, because once they heard thumping against the hacked section of wall, the order was to draw their weapons. Errtu couldn't. His hand was shaking too much. He tried to tense his muscles, force it to stop, but he couldn't, why wouldn't the Dwarf stop screaming? And almost as soon as he looked away from the fire in shame and humiliation, the Dwarf's flaming arm struck out of the wall, sent out a shadowy claw of unholy force right at Errtu and lifted him off his hooves and deep into the flaming house. The Sunwalkers, his brothers, sprung to action immediately, the order given to GO! GET HIM! SHIELDS! SHIELDS! They crashed through windows and clomped through the house, he could hear them? He could hear them! The stairs, the collapsing wood, the burning fire, but he could hear them. ERRTU! ERRTU! SHIELD YOURSELF! ERRTU! He wondered if it was too late. The Dwarf, an effigy of rotting flesh and scorched metal, had been hacking away at him for almost a minute, spilling tauren blood across the fiery floorboards. Errtu smelled his exposed entrails cooking as the dwarf kept hacking and hacking. Was he dying? Was he dead? Lances of holy light sliced into the Dwarf, though, putting a stop to his assault. Two, then a third, severing his arm from his torso, his head from his shoulders. He felt something pop in his gut, and decided it was time to gather up his entrails and put them back in place, but his hands just wouldn't stop shaking. He couldn't move them. He couldn't keep his eyes open. He couldn't hear the sunwalkers. He just heard the fires and the hissing and spattering of his own boiling blood. With the stairs collapsed, the Sunwalkers knew they couldn't reach the second floor and save Errtu. Their shields would protect them only for so long, so the retreat was ordered. A few of them had been able to strike at the dwarf from below, they knew he was gone because the wailing had stopped. They walked back into the cool rain and looked on in the house in shame, healing themselves and one another from the burns they inevitably sustained. They'd been ordered out quickly enough to save themselves, but Errtu was dead. The youngest of them, the Runetotem who chose to be a Sunwalker rather than a druid, he was becoming blacked char and they were just watching. The commotion in the village died down. The house eventually collapsed in on itself. The Sunwalkers remained to confirm the Dwarf's death and Errtu's, whose remains they unceremoniously scooped up and gathered for transport back to Light's Hope. On the ride back to the Chapel, the Commander remembered feeling the rain was a blessing. It hid his streaming tears from his silent companions.
  8. "I see they are growing nearer, Librarian," the dreadlord said calmly, his voice reverberating through the exposed bones of his face. Battle scarred from what looked to be many years of battle, he wore the armor of a warlord and carried what looked like a trident fashioned by the Naga. The Inquisitor beside him continued to write in his book. Brown and grey, the book appeared to be hewn from the skin of several different eredar. As far as Inquisitors went, the Librarian was quite tall and emaciated. His eyeless face was partially hidden behind a black and red hood. "Yes, lord Udoroth." "Soon these mortal cretins will be further along than even Kil'jaeden expected," Udoroth sighed, as if this were of little consequence. "The Tomb of Sargeras will be infiltrated. Kil'jaeden is a fool if he thinks he can win this battle with force alone." The Librarian looked up from his book. "My lord?" Udoroth grinned. "He needs a helping hand, I am sure.." Another scribble in his book. "Yes, my lord." "Perhaps.. a way to keep them distracted, Librarian?" A pause. "There are ways, my lord." "Fine then. Keep them busy. I'm sure it won't be difficult to make these pests claw at one another." The Librarian grinned to himself. It would be easier than Udoroth expected. _____________________________________________ The walls of Light's Hope Chapel were scrubbed daily. Not because they were particularly filthy, but it provided a steady source of labor for misbehaving squires. One such misbehaving squire was a human girl, perhaps ten or twelve years old. As she scrubbed the walls with a stiff wet brush, filthy water splashed into her face. Wiping it from her one eye, she didn't bother avoiding the large scar tissue that covered half of her skull. She arrived in the chapel only a few years ago, and none of the other squires seemed particularly keen on befriending the strange-talking disfigured human. It was difficult to make friends, so she made bruises instead. Her punishment - scrub the walls. Fortunately, scrubbing the walls sometimes supplied her with some valuable information. On this, her second day of punishment, she could hear two paladins speaking in grave voices. There had been some firm discussions since the Ebon Blade's attack, but they sounded particularly weary today. One of them, a female, spoke firmly to a rather weak sounding Sin'dorei male. Both spoke Common, which seemed unusual. "That letter you sent to Sanctuary regarding Sir Vyel's recovery, was it ever answered?" "No ma'am," the male answered. "He returned shortly after it was received." "And the death knight that you witnessed? The one who scarred him? Is she still in their employ?" The male stuttered. "I-I... I really would not know, ma'am. I have little, if any information on their organization." The female sighed. "Very well, Jean Baptiste. Perhaps this situation frustrates me more than I am willing to admit. The attack on our chapel was cowardly, but we are at war with the Legion and cleaning up these loose ends will take up valuable resources. Nevertheless," she continued a little louder, as if angry with him. "We can not let this injustice stand. The Ebon Blade will give us little in the way of answers, but our supposed 'allies' have provided us with the name of a rogue death knight that was apparently at the forefront of this attack." "..ma'am? Their leader?" "Not their leader," she corrected quickly. "But after viciously wounding sir Vyel and almost becoming incinerated with the Light, she left the Ebon Blade's ranks. They have attempted to apprehend her with little triumph. We have been warned that this could be a sign of her going feral, which would be a problem for us." "Ma'am.. I do not understand." "Let me make it clear, then. That death knight not only scarred sir Vyel, but she may be responsible for many other deaths. If she goes feral and the Ebon Blade can not control her, it is up to us to make certain it is done. The blood of our comrades may be on her hands, yet she has been given 'Sanctuary'." Jean Baptiste seemed to stutter. "..b...but.. if sir Vyel is there, surely--" "Reach out to his old friend, the Vanguard" the female said, calmly now. "Tell her to go and see sir Vyel. She will question him about the death knight, and if his answers are unsatisfactory, she will be brought in for trial." "T-trial, ma'am?" The woman's voice was resigned. "Someone will see justice for the blood spilled in this holy place. Of that, you can be certain."
  9. Najme stood in front of her desk, deep in the basement of the chapel. There were few offices, and hers was particularly tight in space. Reading over a report, she waited for the arrival of a certain knight. Tamaryth arrived, a frown etched on her brow. "Lady Najme, what can I do for you?" "Tamaryth," Najme said kindly, smiling. "I heard there was a bit of a kerfluffle at the Arath'dorei estate. Can you tell me what happened?" "I cannot," Tamaryth said stiffly, "as Sanctuary's Commander forbade me from accompanying them. I told you she cannot be trusted to be impartial with me heading the investigation. You'll need to speak to Master Raelana for a report." "...I see. Hmm." Najme furrowed her brow and flipped through her notes. "I have an assignment for you, then. Are you aware of the Arath'dorei family and their connection to the Silver Hand?" "Not in particular," Tamaryth replied. "Brief me." "D'aragon's betrothed is a squire of ours, one Kreyen Arath'dorei." Najme explained, tapping her notebook with a fingertip. "I was hoping that we might avoid troubling him, but apparently after Sanctuary attempted to intervene, they are both missing. Now, I can contact Sir Granthas. He will be able to call on the squire and, with any luck, summon him here. However when he arrives, I want you to question him. The running that he and D'Aragon did is highly suspicious, and I know you will be able to learn more from him than anyone." "Gladly," said Tamaryth. Nadme bowed her head in thanks. "Thank you. I will let you know when he arrives." Tamaryth nodded, turned, and left. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As seemed to be usual now, Najme looked busy behind her desk as she waited on Granthas. The human kept pushing strands of brown hair behind her ears as she looked over lists, assigning names to other names and schedules. Her underground office was humid, and without a window, stiflingly hot. The grizzled war veteran made his way into the depths with a look of grim irritation. Granthas was about as dirtied as ever, part of the rewards of his nearly constant work. The Silver Hand recruits were almost all unpolished, and whipping them into the shape required to fight the relentless waves of the Burning Legion was a taxing task. To combat the heat without, the human's stark white hair had been pulled back and bound into a short ponytail, but there was little that could be done to tame his beard. As he reached the office he was searching for, the aged paladin lifted a gauntlet clad fist and rapped on the door frame. "Can we make this quick?" he asked, keeping his gravely voice even. Najme stood and waved Granthas in. His ponytail was inspiring. "Yes of course, this will only be a moment," she said gently, nodding toward a pitcher of water on her desk and two wooden cups. "Please, refresh yourself. It is frightfully hot down here." Granthas waved a hand, but moved forward to draw himself into a seat. "It's not much better up top," he grumbled, reclining noisily but not quite letting himself get comfortable. "What's this about, Lady Najme?" "A little assignment I've been given recently, regarding the attack," she answered while pouring herself a glass. "I thought it would be a simple enough task. I'm sure they thought so too, or they wouldn't have assigned me to it, but it seems things have escalated.. I'm sorry, let me start over." Najme took a long drink of water and wiped her forehead. She regarded Granthas with very tired brown eyes, as if she'd been staring at papers all day. "Regardless of recent developments between our orders, one of my superiors was insistent that we attempt to bring some sort of closure to the bad blood between us and the Ebon Blade. As a peace offering, they provided us with the name of a death knight who was involved in the attack and soon afterwards defected. They mentioned she had some sort of hand in planning this event, but I think it's clear that isn't true. In any case, I was hoping to ask her a few simple questions but the person I assigned to this mission has reached road blocks. Namely the fact that this death knight belongs to a guild called Sanctuary, and their Commander does not want us anywhere near her death knight charge. She took her own group to question the girl, only for there to be some sort of.. I do not even know, a fight of some kind? Between them and members of the Ebon Blade. One of our own, Sir Cerryan Vyel, was arrested. And the death knight herself disappeared. That is why I have asked you to come. I have heard you are friendly with a certain squire. Kreyen Arath'dorei? Is that true?" Granthas listened with a stony gaze, not showing the least bit of interest in the political maneuvering of either organization. His expression bordered on boredom when the woman's exposition took a rather abrupt turn, breaking his show of disinterest and furrowing his brow. "Aye, but what does that have to do with any of this?" "The death knight in question is his fiance," Najme said with an awkward smile. "They have disappeared together. I have no idea where they are. I assume they both believe they are in some kind of danger, but I want to reassure them that this is not the case. I was wondering if you might attempt to get in touch with him? Ask if perhaps he might be amicable to visiting the chapel for some questions. Reassure him that this is not some kind of interrogation." The old paladin's mustache twitched at the question, and he did not immediately answer. His blue-grey gaze was harsh, and not entirely trusting as it lingered and gauged the woman's intent. "Perhaps," he said finally, "But he's not like to put his head on a platter if he's expecting trouble. What exactly are you looking to learn from the girl, and why would her guild's involvement spook the both of them if they're looking to protect her?" "That is what I would like to ask him," Najme said before taking another long drink of water. "What I want to know from this death knight is why her order was so keen on giving us her name. Why Sanctuary was so strict against us questioning her. Why there has been conflict in what should have been a relatively simple investigation. I mean honestly, do I look like the kind of person they would assign something serious? But now Vyel is imprisoned in Silvermoon, and this is the same death knight who seriously injured him. Now I am hearing rumors about there being some kind of.. inquisition by the Silver Hand on rogue death knights. So I would like to understand exactly what is happening before it escalates into something serious." Granthas' expression only darkened as Najme explained the situation, shifting his scowl towards the floor. There was too much to worry about with the Legion currently assaulting Azeroth to get sidetracked with political infighting. He rubbed his face with the leather palm of his gauntlet, and then nodded. "I'll see if I can talk to him. Not sure I could get him here, but I might be able to get his side of things at least." The old paladin let out a heavy sigh and then straightened as if to leave. "Is there anything else?" "No, that's all. I appreciate your help. If you do manage to get him down here, could you ask if he would be open to speaking with one of the other knights I have working on this case? Her name is Tamaryth, and she is very thorough. I trust her to ask the kind of questions that will finish this quickly." "It sounds as though I'm going to be stretching his trust as it is," Granthas grumbled. He stood, still scowling as he directed an icy gaze at the woman. "Took me near to a month even to get him to consider the Order, and if we've idiots running around like Scarlets, it'll prove all his concerns well-founded." He shook his head and turned to leave. "We don't have the luxury of losing good recruits to this sort of horseshit, Najme. Don't expect much." Najme held up her hands helplessly. "What else can I do, Granthas? I am attempting to clear the air, here. Make things look less chaotic. Ignoring what happened will only result in more hot heads attempting to take justice into their own hands. I can understand if he is concerned for her safety, but I truly have no intention of her being hurt in any way. In fact, if they are open to the idea, I think it would be rather useful to have an ally who knows more about the Blade. Perhaps she can offer some insight that we do not possess." "If you want this one's trust, you'd better make sure those rumors are false then." Granthas turned at the door and leveled another look at the woman, irritated. "Or find who they are and deal with them properly. I'll see what I can do, but if I can't convince him they don't exist don't expect him to show." He paused, giving her a pointed look before he added, "Much less bring her with him."(edited) "I would not ask him to bring her here unless he trusted us. Or at least trusted our intentions. As for dealing with certain knights.." she looked past him, into the hallway. "..what do you suggest we do there? I would be interested in hearing your opinions on that matter." There was a commotion outside, like the sounds of a rally within the church. Knights and templars both crowded around a set pedestal in which an aged human was vehemently giving a speech. His greyed black hair waved wildly as he poured his zeal into his words, the massive hammer in one of his hands gripped tightly enough that it looked as though he was preparing to use it to crush someone. "Fellow knights! Hear me! Your superiors are plaguing you with doubt and sloth when there should be action and retribution!" He fumed, slamming a golden armored fist onto his altar. "The wretched monsters that call upon powers we as paladins have spent years in fighting are gaining power and influence! This Ebon Blade has revealed themselves to be no better than the Scourge they so stem from! Are we to wait like sheep to the slaughter before they vaunt their so-called necessary justice towards us in the form of their blackened runeblades stealing our very souls?!" This earned him a slight cheers and applause from his crowd, which was startlingly starting to grow. "Now, our brother-in-arms Sir Vyel is imprisoned for daring to arrest one of these abominations! I ask you, knights of the Silver Hand, WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?!" "Purge anyone inciting the violence, and then see if the Ebon Blade would want to help figure out who the culprits are," Granthas stated plainly. "Do the same to them. If you want to rebuild trust, we should damn well be working with them again to make sure this shit doesn't spread. We will lose against the Legion if we don't stop fighting amongst our own, Najme. We don't have time for this." "I am not disagreeing with you, Granthas, I simply.." Najme paused mid-sentence, looking toward her left. Though situated underground, there was a noticeable commotion happening outside. It wasn't enough that she could hear exactly what was happening, but the some reverberation could be felt coming through the bricks. "What on Azeroth is happening up there?" The old paladin grumbled and shook his head. "I don't know. But I've had enough nonsense for the day." Granthas' mouth set in a line at the statement, stalking off to find the source of the problem so that it could be dealt with. Najme stood from her desk and followed behind Granthas. "It can't be another attack," she reasoned, grabbing the large hammer she hung on the wall before leaving her office. "They would have notified us by now." As Granthas came upon the makeshift 'rally', his scowl deepened as anger began to flood it. His gaze narrowed on the old man on his soap box, catching scent of the energy in the crowd in the expressions and demeanor of those gathered. His arms crossed over his chest, his voice boomed across the crowd like a reproachful parent. He'd been training recruits at the Chapel since the Argent Crusade, and knew enough of the faces to be angry about their presence. "Don't you lot have something better to do?" "Just as nature abhors the fel, does not the Light abhor the undead?! Look around and see if there any of the plague-addled Forsaken here amongst you...The Light denies them just as it should those Scourge-lov-" Stahls's rant was cut short by the appearance of his colleague, several attendees cowing to the trainer and departing. "Brother Granthas, so good of you to join us....What better use of time is there than to inspire the next generation to action so they do not suffer under the unprovoked aggression of the undead menace as we did?" Najme sighed heavily, hoisting her hammer over one shoulder. It appeared over-sized against the young woman's body, but she seemed to hold it easily enough. "By the Light, aren't you supposed to be getting those recruits ready for the Broken Shore?" His speech started gaining momentum again, launching into a tirade to rail against the Ebon Blade. Spittle flew from his mouth as he opened it once more, bellowing to all who hear him. "How long do we sit idle whilst their bastion of evil floats so dangerously close to beloved Dalaran?! How soon before they judge themselves better than we mere mortals as did their defeated master?" "ENOUGH!" Granthas bellowed. A wave of warm light errupted from around the paladin, clearing the air and removing some of the lingering negative emotion that had been building. "Constance, unless you were suddenly promoted to Highlord, I suggest you get off that damned box and get back into the field where you belong. Fighting the Legion." "Sister Najme..." Stahls slows down somewhat, "I prepare our recruits with words of courage, to alight their hearts in holy fire in preparation for the vindication at hand! The demons shall fall to us as they have at Hyjal! As they have here in Lordaeron! We are paladins of the Holy Light; the few, the proud, and the righteous defenders against all evils that plague our world! Be it fel or the undead menace that has so brazenly attacked our home not once, but twice!" Stahls cleared his throat, adjusting his armor as he hefted his hammer high. "There is always time for a good few words from those elder, Granthas...Not of all of us choose to punch our students to enlightenment." "I am currently undertaking a task that will hopefully keep that from happening again," Najme said quietly, glancing around to see if anyone else was listening. "This is not helping." "Just because you're elder, doesn't make you wise," Granthas shot back, still scowling. His attention turned back to the crowd then, looking amongst its members. "You seem to conveniently forget the Forsaken who fought alongside us in the Argent Crusade, or the Priests who were there when we aided Netherlight Temple. The only enlightenment you're offering is how to feed ourselves to the demons." His gaze narrowed, "Now. Get down, lest I report this idiocy to the Highlord. Who, need I remind you, settled matters with the Ebon Blade." "Unlike our superiors," Stahls stepped down to enter the crowd, pacing towards Granthas and Najme. "I am not all talk and bluster, and the demons will not wait around for us to placate them with kind words after their invasion." He said, almost snarling back at his fellow veteran. "What I do not forget, is the last time someone began raising the dead en masse." His speech ceased then, pausing only to whisper something to Granthas in a quick aside, before leaving. Najme blinked, holding her hands up in frustration. "What in the world did he tell you?" Granthas' gaze trailed after the other aged paladin, snorting in response to the whispered words. "Enough," he muttered to Najme, turning his attention onto what was left of the crowd again. "Do I need to report you lot as well?" he asked, getting them to start scattering in earnest. When things started to settle, he turned his attention back to her. "Enough to know to warn Kreyen of the lynch mob that'd be waiting for his girl if he brought her in." "But.." Najme's face went from concerned to angry as she looked toward the direction in which Stahls went. "That fucking cun--, oh goodness, I am sorry," she said quickly, shaking her head as she attempted to calm herself. "I have been trying to work on this case for weeks! He and his ilk are making it impossible!" "Him and his ilk don't belong here," Granthas said firmly, "and now I've got recruits to inoculate from his idiocy. I suggest you report it to the Highlord." The weathered warrior started to move then, heading back towards the training fields. "I'll let you know if he wants to talk." "Thank you, Granthas," Najme said exhaustedly. "Please give them both my apologies. I would guarantee their safety if I could. For now, I suppose that is not possible. I will report to the Highlord. Hopefully he will have something to say on the matter. Light bless you."
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  11. Once he returned to Acherus, Regdar dismissed the Knights he brought to Arath'dorei and made his way to the dark summoners on the apex of the Ebon Hold. He spoke with them for a time, about nothing quite so serious at all before finally making his request. In light of the camaraderie, they agreed to the orc's request and began their summoning work. When it was done, the Red Knight led the spoils back to a Death Gate of his own making, deep inside of Scourge territory in Eversong Woods. Deep in the dead scar, a death gate materialized. Among the whispering winds of the forest, a faint echo of a haunting howl eminated from the gate, attracting no attention at all from the myriad of ghouls and abominations and nerubian husks in the area. It was the only sound that was made by the silent creatures, unseen to the naked eye, as they took off high into the air towards Silvermoon and Arath'dorei Manor. Meanwhile, at the manor, Phyruss’ arms found their way around the blood knight within the courtyard, hischin resting upon the crown of her head as he gently rocked her within his grasp. "I am sorry your first time here was marred by this..." He stated apologetically. "I never would have guessed when we both said we had to attend to business that we would end up here,” Raelana sighed. “How utterly embarrassing." She looked up at Phyruss. "I was worried you were mad at me for coming here under such conditions." Phyruss sighed, pecking Rae on the head. "At first, yes...thought...well rather dark things..." An admittance that had him sigh in retrospective embarrassment. "I am sorry for doubting you." Raelana feigned offense and playfully hit Phyruss in the shoulder while exclaiming, "Well, I never!" She cracked a smile, her eyes twinkling in the light showing that she understood and wasn't upset. She looked around awe struck, and finally stood on her tiptoes and gives him a quick kiss. "Your words did not do your home justice, it's more beautiful than I had even pictured." She sighed, "I cannot believe what just transpired." She leaned into him more, closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath. "I've seen children more well behaved. They acted like a bunch of novices." She finally shook her head, "You probably don't want to hear about business..." Phyruss took a deep breath, managing a weary smile at the kiss. He leaned on her a little, showcasing just how tired he was from the affair and maybe even more than that. "...It’s something..." he sighed, clutching her once more within his arms, "I don't mind... I could hear you talk about gnome hairstyles and be invested in your silken voice." He smirked a little, letting himself relax until the dome reactivated once more and a guardsmen approached. He bowed to the lord, "My lord...there's a small horde of undead approaching from the forests." "...No rest for the weary..." He commented under his breath, pulling from Rae to walk alongside his guard. "Activate all the defenses... not one ghoul touches my mother's gate." He ordered, guardsmen filing under the dome for protection. The crystals illuminated through the darkened sphere, searing flashes that burned anything that came close. Phyruss stood on top of a small guard tower, peering out to the barren field where the rotten creatures were felled by the dozens. The undead hordes never even made it halfway across the manor’s field, and Phyruss would shudder mentally at the thought of the smell that would come their way with a breeze. He intertwined his hand with Raelana’s as ashes littered the fields of death. Raelana, who was watching from the distance, walked forward and stood next to Phyruss. She looped her hand into his and rest her head on his arm. After a while, she reached for Phyruss' face and pulled him into a kiss. "Care to give me a tour?" she asked with a wink and a mischievous smile. "Of course... but do be careful when we go into the back gardens, some of Mother's creations tend to like meat..." Phyruss said with a wink back, guiding her off the tower as the undead swarms blackened the sky with smoke from their pyres.
  12. There was a knock on Juli's door. "Come in." It was T'suro, gulping slightly as he entered. "Hello, Commander." "T'suro." Juli was standing near her bookshelf. She held a journal in her hands which she snapped shut as she regarded the Blood Knight. She didn’t ask him what he wanted, she simply looked at him expectantly. "I feel I owe you an apology and full explanation for what happened at Arath'dorei Manor." She continued just looking at him. "Look, you left me outside with Cerryan and Azilrog while you went to go talk to Cat. The two of them... I don't know what happened, but they both started getting a lot more aggresive. I told them to stop. I'm a Blood Knight of Quel'Thalas. While we were there, I had the power to make them stop, to put them down if they bring danger to others within the land." He sighed. "At least, in theory. They ignored me until I had to start shouting at them, at which point Cerryan told me to stand down, as if thinking I had no power anywhere." He stops to look at Julilee. "I know he's my superior here, in Sanctuary. But I'm still part of Silvermoon's military, it was a difficult position." "Mmhmm," Juli hummed. "So why apologize?" "Because it looked like we were all being petulant children when you finally arrived on the scene." T'suro stated. "I was worried that you were angry at me trying to arrest him, and that my reasons seemed a flimsy excuse." "So you're sorry I misunderstood?" she inquired. T'suro winced at the words. "No. I'm sorry that I did what I did. Arresting one of my Sanctuary superiors." Juli’s arms folded, the journal dangling from one hand. The words "PRIVATE - DO NOT READ" could be seen on the cover. So could a sketch of what looked like a Kor'kron war banner. "So are you sorry you did it?" she asked. "Because you seem to be saying you felt it was the right choice." T'suro took note of the sketch but didn’t pay it any mind for the time being. He sighed and shrugs. "I guess I'm saying... both of those things?" He hung his head. "If you feel the need to reprimand me, I won't fight it." "The only thing to reprimand you for is apologizing," she said. She unwound her arms, putting the journal onto the shelf and walking over to him. One finger jabbed into his shoulder lightly. "If you're going to make a call like that, stick by it. Your job here in Sanctuary is to represent the Blood Knights. So do it." T'suro blinked at the commander's words. He felt... enlightened, somehow. He smiled and stood in salute. "So be it, thank you, Commander." "You're welcome," she replied. "Now get my Marshal back to work, please." T'suro blinked. "I, uhh... I can't. He's to stay imprisoned for a full 24 hours." Juli nodded. "See that it's no longer.” "...Understood." T'suro replied. She paused. "One more thing. Have you dealt with Tam -- High Justicar Tamaryth before?" T'suro shook his head. "No, I haven't. I've been in the field for most of the Isles campaign. Especially when the combined elven army arrived in Suramar, I reported directly to Liadrin without going to Light's Hope." "Probably for the best," Juli said. "Be wary of her. She'll boss you around if you let her." "I will always defer to Liadrin in such matters." He nodded. "But the advice is welcome." "Anytime," she says. "Was there anything else you wanted from me?" "Well..." T'suro sighed. "I know you might not wish to disclose that information, but where is Cat? I genuinely care for her wellbeing. I'm not out to hurt her or capture her or anything. I want to know that she's safe." "I don't know," Juli replied. T’suro blinked. "...Oh." "Also probably for the best. Anything else?” T'suro shook his head. "All right," Juli said. "Be safe." She gave him a wave and turned to go back to the bookshelf. Tsuro nodded and left after giving a salute.
  13. Silvermoon City. Or rather, the rebuilt half of it. A shining beacon of magical power positioned at the northern most reaches of the Eastern Kingdoms. Spellbreaker guards patrolled the streets as a cavalcade of paladins make their way through the city. After staying silent for most of the journey, T'suro finally spoke up. "What were you thinking? Were you thinking?" He asked Cerryan, rather pointedly. Cerryan had kept silent as well, choosing to reflect on the last few hours while taking in the familiar, warming sights of his homeland on the way to and through the city. The boiling anger that had infested him at Arath'dorei Manor when he was staring down that vile skeleton of a death knight had subsided, but lacking in a firm and finite reason for his actions, he rolled back to the convictions that the anger was nurtured from. "Because they're monsters, T'suro. You know as well as I do that this won't be the end of their antagonism. They'll hunt her to the ends of Azeroth, and Light knows what will come of her then. All in the interest of shielding themselves from the justice that I would have gladly dispensed were I not... discouraged, by the authority of the Commander. And now they are gone, I am to be imprisoned, and with any luck Catalinetta has been secreted away enough that she'll not be found by the Blade." He purses his lips pensively, furrowing a brow in consternation. "Or the Hand, truth be told. I don't know what conspired inside the Manor, and trust that my feelings about the wayward knight's accountability for her actions have not changed, but she appears to have become more of a pawn that both sides are fighting over than... well, a criminal awaiting trial. But I fear that Justicar Tamaryth's zeal will do little better for her than the Blade's own vicious tenacity, and I cannot pretend that I was unmoved by Commander Liene's argument in her defense." He sighed, slouching further into the saddle of his golden talbuk. "I suppose it matters little either way, to me. I'll have plenty of time to ‘think about what I've done’ while both sides claw at each other over their 'prize'." "In Sanctuary, you're a Marshal. You have to lead us all, and set an example to the rest of us." T'suro stated. "I know that the Ebon Blade are monsters, but you flying off the handle makes you look completely unstable and unfit to lead." His words were bitingly matter-of-fact. "I don't know what will happen from here, to be honest. But Azilrog's actions have made the Ebon Blade targets to be dealt with on sight as well." He shook his head and sighed, slumping back on his Courser. "I didn't think this would be how things would end up when I asked to be a part of this. But you should be thankful that your outburst happened here, where you only have to deal with being arrested. Imagine for a moment if what you did happened in Durotar, or Forsaken-controlled Lordaeron. They would not be so... forgiving. There's a reason Orgrimmar has an arena instead of a regular prison." Cerryan sucked in a breath, stung by the younger Blood Elf's words. "I apologize for my loss of composure. I... I do not know what it was, but in that moment there seemed to be no path but righteous punishment of the wicked, and I am not entirely unconvinced that it would have been wrong to further engage, even against your authority. But it was -because- it was you that I submitted, that I handed myself over to your knights and accepted responsibility for my actions in defiance of your orders. Were we elsewhere, I have the means to extricate myself and the authority under the banner of a Horde-aligned faction to excuse my faults, but I was not willing to leave a mess in your hands without someone to speak for it." "In other words you don't feel you have to pay for disobeying a direct command from a country's soldiers and then causing a fight that literally put everyone present in danger, you're merely choosing to?" T’suro asked again. "It shouldn't matter if it was me or not. What if it wasn't? Hell, what if Lor'themar himself was the one telling you to stop?" The group made their way into Farstrider Square, where the city's prison was. Two Spellbreakers flanked the door, and parted, allowing the group access when they arrived. T'suro ordered the other knights off then dismmounts, leaving him alone with Cerryan. Cerryan was at a loss for words in responding to the Blood Knight, caught pretty blatantly in his double-standard. Any attempt to save face he'd make involving respect for T'suro would easily crumble to the truth that he would not have respected all authorities the same way, and the paladin was forced to chew on that silently as the younger elf brought him into the prison for processing. T'suro noted Cerryan's instant silence as he brought him in. The prison was dimly lit, fitting for an underbelly section of Silvermoon. After bringing Cerryan toward the warden, he took hold of Cerryan, dragging him to an empty cell while T'suro watched. Cerryan was ushered in and the barred door closed behind him, locking with a combination of standard and magic locks. "You'll be released tomorrow, take comfort in that, at least." A blood knight with long black hair and a friendly smile stood a few feet away, watching as T'suro shut Cerryan behind the bars. He saluted to other knight respectfully. T'suro gave the other Knight a salute in return. "Anything I can do for you?" He asked respectfully. "Nothing at all, sir. I'm just here to stand guard for the day. An unnecessary precaution, I am sure, but a requirement none the less." T'suro nodded a bit, smiling slightly. "Ah, fair enough. We needn't worry about this one, though." "I don't doubt it, sir. I'm just here to follow the rules," the knight replied, shrugging helplessly. "Understood, carry on then." T'suro said with a nod, making his way out.
  14. Juli glanced at those remaining, looking over Raelana briefly. She remembed the prowess the Blood Knight had showed at the battle for Shal'Aran. Redgar got a more closed look. "I'm going to go collect Cerryan and T'suro, and leave," she said. "I suggest no one gets in my way." She turned to head back out. Leaping over the gate, Phyruss landed alongside his two guardsmen. Hope and Sorrow flashed their prospective runes in a combined flash of intermingled Shadow and Light as he whirled them around in a flashy display. "Enough of this! Sheathe your blades or die on them!" He shouted, the pylons conjoining their strength to begin burning between the two forces before they could collide. Raelana ran up a moment later behind Phyruss. She grabbed his hand and squeezed, then flushed bright red and dropped it. She quickly placed it on his shoulder instead. As he turned, her face softened, her eyes speaking concern both for him and the situation at hand. Quietly she asked, "How can I help? Kreyen and Catalinetta have left and are safe." Juli was right behind. She didn’t yet draw her sword and shield. "Cerryan, T'suro, stand down," she called, her voice sharp. "We're leaving." Phyruss turned back, actually managing a small show of relief at Raelana there. His head swiveled back to the battle at hand, his blades readied. "Call off the Blood Knights if you can, I will try to--" "Ebon Blade!” Regdar yelled. “Our purpose here is complete. Catalinetta is safe from the Silver Hand, and that is all that we were here to accomplish!" He addressed the tense group behind Azilrog rather than the skeletal orc himself, pleading with them rather than ordering them. "Every single one of you left the Ebon Blade because of needless battles with the Silver Hand. None of you need to repeat those events." Caught between their disdain for the paladins and their respect for Regdar, the Ebon Blade members disengaged from their stances of war. A rift opened close by, starting off small before expanding. Nothing came through at first but after a few seconds of being open a barrage of arrows shoots out, each one missing the paladin to make a pin cushion out of the ghoul. A hooded ranger came out of the portal with another arrow nocked and ready to be loosened. He makes his way to Cerryan's side and smirked, saying nothing at all. Cerryan shoved the pincushioned ghoul off him as his hands swelled with light, the risen elf burning away in holy fire before it his the ground in front of the paladin. He scrambled to his feet, standing next to the hooded ranger and quirking an eyebrow as recognition began to set in, but then seemed compelled to return his disdainful gaze towards Azilrog. He gripped his crystalline blade and readied himself to surge forth at the death knight as Julilee's words pierce the air. "Commander, if we leave them here now, they will return. They will continue to pursue Cat until she is in chains or worse. They will continue to work their wickedness on the world we are sword to protect. We have to stop them, here and now." Despite his words, he didn’t move an inch towards the knights of the Blade, but his gauntleted hands gripped the hilt of his blade tightly, and he shook with unnatural rage. Azilrog's skull turned, looking at the entirely elven company of enemy forces. Regdar and the other Ebon Blade forces started to disappear through death gates behind him. He sheathed the greatsword on his back. "Elven reinforcements for the elven paladins and elven commander. Hide behind them, wretch. Unlike some, the Ebon Blade sees the value in those unlike themselves." The scourged dragon squeezed through the gate after the rest of the Knights, keeping close its injured wing. The skeletal knight pulled the hood back up over his skull. "Until next time, karanzol platoon." He turned on his heel and made for the death gate. Juli moved forward to put her hand on Cerryan's arm. She didn’t seem surprised by the paladin's vehemence, as though it doesn't strike her as out of character for him. "He can do nothing but make incendiary accusations," she said. "Give him no fuel for them." She watched the death knights leave. "You give him too much power over you..." Fael placed his hand on the paladin's other shoulder, sighing as he looked back at the gates of the Estate. "I don't know what this is about... but no one will be taking Cat. What little I have been told has my attention and I'll be damned if someone goes after my family. Knights of either side be warned. My sister will not be at anyone's mercy. End your attempts now or make another enemy today." Cerryan watched the death knights as they withdrew, his gaze transfixed on Azilrog until he could no longer be seen, at which point the paladin sagged slightly as his bluster diminished. He blinked, momentarily thrown off before latching on to his own convictions once more. "We're not here to hurt her, brother. We're here to... protect her, from those wretches." He gestured with his sword at the area where the death gate stood. "And I can't promise that they won't be back, looking for her. In fact I'd count on them doing so." "If my warning is not heeded then I will not make it easy for the next who tries. If she needs protection from a wretch then she will receive it. I do not doubt your intentions and even in this state of mind you are in, I can trust you wouldn't do something so rash." Faelenor nodded to Juli, certain she would keep the paladin in check. "Call off your search and I will consider that as an act of faith and good will. Persistence will get you nowhere in this." T'suro ordered the Blood Knights to stop, but it was clear he was far from thrilled about it. "I was doing my job as a soldier of this land. I tried to keep the peace, yet my authority, THALASSIAN authority, was ignored!" T'suro swung his spear, the tip pointed tellingly at Cerryan "You and your damn tongue are as guilty for putting us in jeopardy as that Death Knight was!" The Knight-Lord's gaze sharpened. "No wonder you were kicked out, you lack even the most basic control!" He then turned to Julilee. "I will leave... with Cerryan, to throw him into a jail cell. Unless you wish to stop me?" Raelana frowned at the situation at hand, but was grateful that the death knights left. She looked between those left. "What EXACTLY happened? We leave you out here and you can't even keep the peace until we get back?! You know what? Don't answer that. I really don't care. T'suro, Liadrin will want a report on this. I want to read it first." She turned to Cerryan disappointedly, "I don't know what you said, but I expected more from you." She shook her head and turned to Juli, "We are here on your good graces, you can decide how you want to deal with your Marshall. I can't speak for what T'suro wants, but he is fully within his rights to arrest him." She turned, looked at Phyruss, clearly embarrassed and apologetically stated, "I'm so sorry this happened" then turned to walk back inside the manor. Phyruss huffed a disgruntled breath before planting his swallow in the ground. He turned a baleful gaze towards those gathered, "I expect you all off my property when I return." He stated with a cold tone, making to head after Rae as the gates shut behind him. Julilee looks at T'suro appraisingly. "What are the charges?" she said. "Did he attack or simply defend himself?" Her voice was fair and even, not giving an inflection as to which she thought was the case. "He incited violence and provoked a known aggressor into action." T'suro said, bluntly and matter of fact. "He both disrespected and flat out refused to follow the commands of a soldier of Quel'Thalas, continuing to aggravate the situation." He kept his spear still pointed at the other paladin. "I would have arrested both of them, but Azilrog escaped." Fael stepped forward, standing by Cerr once more. "He defended himself, you have nothing to hold him. He's free to go on my authority, Farstrider authority. You want to argue that then take it up with the Ranger-General. Until you can bring in Azilrog you will not be taking in Cerryan. He's done more for Quel'thalas and his people then you did here today." "Provocation isn't a crime," Juli says, "but if you want to arrest him for disobeying a lawful order, go ahead." She looked at Faelenor. "Cerryan could use some time to cool his heels," she continued. "It won't do any harm." Faelenor frowned. "Then he can do so under my custody." Juli nodded, accepting that, and looked at T'suro. "You were not there, Farstrider." T'suro spat. "Who are you to judge on this matter? The instant violence started, me and this squadron were immediately in arms to defend the manor and quell the aggressing parties." T'suro shook his head. "I did more for this country tonight than you did." Cerryan raised his arms in submission, nodding at the Blood Knight's words. "It’s fine, Faelenor. T'suro is not incorrect in his assessment, and I'd rather not see any further bad blood between the Farstriders and the Blood Knights. I will go under his custody and 'cool my heels', as the Commander says. Besides..." He smirked knowlingly at his adoptive brother, "It won't be my first time sitting in a cell in Silvermoon." "Fine," Juli said. "I've got actual business to attend to. You men finish deciding who's got the biggest weapon here." She turned and left. "That’s the problem I have with this... You and I have seen enough time unfairly imprisoned among other things, but if you are to do so willingly then I will not stop you." He turned with a glare to T'suro before walking away. "Not worth my time..." Cerryan opened his mouth to speak further to Juli, but let his words devolve into a saddened sigh and let her go. He turned to T'suro, lowering his head respectfully at the younger elf. "I am at your mercy, Sunspear. I will follow you without argument, but if this display has lost me your faith then you may bind me if you wish." "If you were here he would have disrespected you as well," T'suro shot back at the retreating Faelenor, returning the Farstrider's glare. He sighed and turned back to Cerryan. "I trust you enough not to be a reckless idiot when flanked by knights. Now summon your mount." Cerryan called for his talbuk, the mount's armor clinking lightly as it looks up from its grazing and saunters towards its master. He lifted himself onto the saddle and ran a hand through the noble beast's tan fur. "Lead on, Knight-Lord. I will follow." After a moment, he looked back at Faelenor, clicking his jaw as he spoke reticently. "...make sure she's okay. That's all that is important." Faelenor nodded. "I will not let anyone harm her, so long as I live. Be well and reach out to me if you ever need my help. Tread carefully, brother." T'suro called forth his own mount: a jet black charger adorned in red and gold armor. He mounted it and turned to his knights. "Surround him. We need to make sure no harm comes to him." They did so, mounting their standard Thalassian chargers and gathering around Cerryan. "Move out!" T'suro and the paladins headed out towards Silvermoon with their charge, aiming to keep a safe eye on him.
  15. Cat's strides were surprisingly steady as she walked with Phyruss into the courtyard. She didn't stop walking until they had gone far enough that the death knights and paladins left behind the gates could not hear them. Situated near a bench surrounded by a well-tended to (if not beautifully healthy) garden, Cat finally turned to look at their guests. "Alright. Questions." Phyruss left to attend to a few servants, ordering them off into the manor. He returned several moments later, "There are refreshments coming." Raelana looked around and breathed out a whispered, "Wow". She flushed, slightly embarrassed. She turns to Phyruss and was about to speak directly to him, then decided against it. She straightened up and pulled out a small book, her notes, and a small writing utensil from the pocket inside of her breastplate. She looks between Phyruss and Catalinetta and finally asked, "Would you mind if we sit?" Cat shook her head quickly. "Oh no. I don't mind." She pointed out the nearby bench and smiled awkwardly at Raelana. "No need to make things even weirder by standing around, I guess." Regdar and Gelart followed suit with the group. "Apologies, but perhaps we should do some introductions. While I know some of you," Raelana smiled slightly, "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the rest of you and would prefer to not have to guess who everyone is." She turned to Catalinetta. "And thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me." She turned and sat on the bench, then carefully lay out the items she pulled out. Then, taking charge, gestured to everyone else to sit. "My name is Raelana de Bergerac. I serve as a personal advisor to Lady Liadrin and represent her interests by serving as an Ambassador. You can call me Raelana or Rae for short if you prefer. Lady Liadrin has a keen interest in maintaining the peace and getting back to the actual war at hand, which is why I was called in. And while I know some of what has happened, I'm very interested to talk with you about what happened so we can move forward." She paused and looks around. "Does this sound agreeable to everyone?" "Fair enough. I am Regdar the Red, and this is Gelart, who has awful Orcish but is good enough with it. I'm just going to cut right on down to the chase, if you don't mind. I've lost five other Death Knights just like Catalinetta and I think it was the Silver Hand that killed them. My priority is also peace, specifically, in making sure that none of you try and guilt trip or blackmail Catalinetta into giving up her privacy and secrets, because you're looking for some backhanded route to get your vengeance on the Blade for Light's Hope," Regdar said flatly, with his arms crossed. Gelart, who was human and a bit meek all things considered, was flanking the orc. "If Lady Liadrin has a keen interest in keeping the peace, then she and I are in agreement." Raelana nodded in respect. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance Regdar. And you too Gelart. And I'm so sorry for your loss." She made a few notes and then turned to the rest of the party. The look on her face showed that she clearly knew who everyone else was, but said nothing, giving everyone a chance to speak. ------------------------------------------------------------- “...head home for a bit...I'll be fine....” Instinctively her magic pulled Eive into the manor she had constantly ported back and forth from, visiting the Arath'dorei family at her own leisure. More specifically the huntress of the household. The commotion of a usually quiet manor drew her away from her intention, arms still wrapped around herself in a guarded manner. The soft arcane pop of her arrival was anything but stealthy. She followed the voices and blinked to be at a safe distance from it all, curiously listening to them speak. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Phyruss suddenly looks to his ring, its gem flashing as it detected a sudden portal entrance. He looked around, soon catching sight of the little mage known as Eive. His eyes widened once more as he subtly signed to her, trying to warn her of the drama nearby. Eive watched Phyruss carefully, signing back to him with concern. Tabards and tensions spoke louder then contextless words, though they served as a means to piece it all together. Even with his warning, her curiosity would get the better of her. She leaned on a wall as she continued to listen and watch for Phyruss' signing. Julilee glanced around the others. "I'm here to represent Sanctuary," she said simply. "As its Commander, I want to ensure that Catalinetta's interests and Sanctuary's are protected here. And I don't give a damn what authority the Ebon Blade, the Silver Hand, or the Blood Knights claim they have here. Catalinetta is mine." Her gaze moved over everyone present, flinty. Silent as a cat, Kreyen drew towards the little mage. A worried expression clouded his features, but he only lifted a finger to his lips as he passed by. The squire's eyes pleaded with the gesture for subtlety, right up until the moment that he would have passed into view of the group. Two things happened at once, both fully in line with his silent request. A slight shift in his posture changed his weight on the prosthetic leg, causing it's pistons to make just enough noise to be noticeable and letting his boots fall noisily against the ground. More pointedly though, the deep worry was thrown behind a diplomatic and even mask. The squire moved alongside Phyruss and kept quiet, but his arms over his tabard with unease. A reassuring look shot towards Catalinetta, but he didn't otherwise interfere. The corners of Cat's mouth twitched as Juli spoke, as if she wanted to smile but found it difficult under the circumstances. She cleared her throat and waited a moment to speak, her hands instinctively fidgeting at her sides. "Th... thanks, ma'am. Uhm. Miss Raelana, this is my family. Well, sort of. Kreyen," she nodded toward the squire. "He's my fiance, and Phyruss is his cousin. This is their ancestral home. Any chance we have to do this quickly, I'd appreciate. I really don't want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What kinda questions do you have?" Eive nodded in acknowledgement and anxiously watched onward as the commander of Sanctuary asserted herself and the ranger/paladin joined. It was clear from Cat's words that there was borderline hostility among the gathered and decided against her own better judgememt to stay through it all. Unheard and using Kreyens entrance as a guise, she waited. Taking a moment to look over the group, Raelana finally turned towards Catalinetta. Choosing her words very carefully, she simply stated, "My goal is to determine why events transpired the way they did and to make a recommendation of a course moving forward." She paused, looking at her notes to try and discern the best path forward, and took a moment to look at everyone still standing. She took a deep breath and proceeded, "I would like to be quite candid with you since I'm not sure you understand why you are of such interest. As a symbol of peace, you, Catalinetta, were offered up by the Ebon Blade as the conspirator behind the attack on Light's Hope Chapel." She looked at Catalinetta as she said this, but quickly continued, "I personally don't believe this to be true. Yes, we know you were there and know you were involved, but I have a difficult time believing you were the 'mastermind' behind it. Especially now that I see the company you retain." She looked at Phyruss. A moment too long passed and she looked back at Catalinetta. "Perhaps it would be best if we start at the beginning. Would you tell us what happened?" "Uhhhhhhh..." Cat groaned, at a loss for words. With every additional piece of information, the death knight seemed more and more perplexed. Conspirator?! "I.. uh.. well, I guess it all started when I went to the Acherus. I mean, a while back. I'd been in Northrend for a long time, and when I came back, I was sorta.. I guess guided there by the Lich King's voice. He told me he had a plan to stop the Legion. He said we needed the Four Horsemen, but they'd be different. He sent us to different places.. Orgrimmar, the Scarlets, Undercity.." her eyes lowered. "I knew when we were sent there to free Koltira Deathweaver that something was really wrong.. but.. I wasn't sure what to do. I mean, I didn't agree with him being imprisoned either, but.. but we were ordered to sneak in through the sewers so I felt like at least not a lot of people were harmed. Then.. then we were sent to Light's Hope Chapel. Again." Juli folded her arms as she listened. She nodded slightly in encouragement. Her expression said that she didn't think much of the charge that Cat was the mastermind behind the attack either. Raelana looked intently at Catalinetta. "And what happened then?" "Then..." Cat chewed on her tongue as she searched for a way to explain. "..I heard them arguing. Morgraine, he.. he said the Lich King demanded too much. That blood would always be on our hands. I didn't know what he meant, but he told us all that we had to do what he said. We had to go to Light's Hope to raise the fourth horseman. But he knew that the Silver Hand wouldn't let us do it, he knew that we'd fight. He knew and he still said we had to go, because that's what it would take to save the world. He said.. 'the path to the forth horseman will be soaked with righteous blood'." Reaching up to rub her face, Cat looked particularly ashamed of herself. "I didn't really understand how dire the situation was. I talked to Kreyen on my hearthstone, and I told him we were being sent on a mission. I wanted to get out of it, but the Lich King's word was law, and if I didn't go it would have meant.. well.. not good things. I just.. I know it was selfish, but.. Kreyen said to be safe. To do what I had to do to be safe. I know you don't remember any of that," she said while looking to the squire. "..but I wanted to come back. So I did what they told me to do." Raelana spoke quietly. "It's a thin line we all walk - between doing what we think is right and following orders so we can be safe. I know that line all to well - it's how I came to be in this position myself." She looked at Catalinetta, about to say something, then changed her mind. She paused thoughtfully, then continued. "Tell me about that day. At Light's Hope Chapel." Cat put both hands on her knees and chewed on her bottom lip. "Uhm.. it was pretty much chaos when we got there. We were many, and they were few. I'm guessing most of the Silver Hand was away fighting on the Broken Isles. Once we got there, I heard Morgraine say that since they wouldn't give Fordring to us willingly, we'd have to take him by force. There were so many death knights.. so I tried to stay in the back, away from most of the action. He ordered some of us to raise the dead, to act as a distraction. I would have done that, but.. I'm really not.. very good at that sort of thing. So I tried to stay behind those leading the charge within. Except that we're vulnerable to the Light. Really vulnerable. So the ones in the front were taken out quicker than we expected, and I wound up in the thick of it all. That's how I wound up injuring Cerryan. Everything happened so fast and there were so many bodies, everywhere.." "In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity." Raelana looked at Catalinetta. "Did you know it was him?" She paused, then shook her head. "Never mind, don't answer that. It's not important right now." She shuffled through her notes, laying them out on the bench to form a timeline. A breeze wafts through and threatened to blow them away, but she quickly shuffled most of them back together into a stack and then continued to look through them. "Find the seed...," she muttered to herself, tapping her finger on a note. She put the notes back down on the bench and flipped through the book she had pulled out earlier. Finally, she snapped her book closed and refocused on the other two Death Knights. "And what about you two? What is your take on what happened?" Juli looked at Raelana for a long moment, but remained silent. She transferred her attention to the death knights. Phyruss remained where he was, arms folded with a concerned expression on his face. His eyes darted between the investigator and her suspect, then the Commander, then the two death knights and back to the Eive-sdropper to finally settle back on Rae. His gaze stayed there a long time, only breaking when three servants returned with refreshments. A tray of glasses ready to be filled with the amber iced tea sloshing inside its pitcher was offered all around, as a differing waiter presented a tray of small meats and cheeses. Phyruss sighed, taking a glass for himself and almost wishing it was from his grandfather's stock of whiskey as he took a sip. Regdar spoke. "It is obvious to literally all of us that this rumor about Catalinetta is ludicrous. I'm grateful for it, it's what alerted me to this problem, but it's ridiculous. And if we're all in agreement that it's fundamentally ridiculous, then I don't exactly see what information you're looking to get out of her. She isn't a member of the Ebon Blade, and the only Blade members that she's talked to since her departure are me and Azilrog. And, hey, maybe it turns out that he orchestrated this whole thing, Doomhammer knows that his obsession with her makes absolutely zero sense, but even if that was the case, she wouldn't know it. The reason this all cropped up is because she's a renegade so she's not around to stomp it out." "And-- look," Regdar said while unfolding his arms, "you wanna be pissed about Light's Hope, be my guest, but all this endless back and forth and back and forth. It's not gonna end well for anyone. It's just going to get wrapped up in this cycle of slights and vengeance that kills all of us, literally. You gotta get your people to let that shit go." While Regdar spoke, Raelana took a glass of tea and took a sip, but passed for the time being on the meats and cheeses. Raelana nodded her head as Regdar spoke, but she raised an eyebrow when he mentioned his brother's obsession and made a few notes. When he finished, she looked him over, cocked her head, and stated, "You never answered my question." "I'm not going to," Regdar reaffirmed. "Tirion... is good orc," Gelart began in broken orcish, trying to take some of the lead in the face of Regdar's obstinance. "I knew him. He would not want us to die. He would want to fight. If Knights of Dead could return battlefield to him, he would have fight... ed." "Tirion would not have wanted that to come at the expense of his own," Kreyen said dryly, "Doing what the living cannot also means that you have to make the right decisions. The Light protects Uther, why would you expect it to be different for Fordring?" He only let the question hang for a moment before waving a hand shaking his head, "Nevermind, it's not relevant." The squire shifted at the statement, and directed his attention towards Raelana, "Regdar's point was a good one, regardless. What is the point of all this if everyone finds it absurd?" Raelana pursed her lips, not wanting to give away her thoughts on the matter. She looked around at the expectant eyes on her. She met Phyruss' eyes briefly before closing her eyes briefly to think. Finally, she sighed and relents. "Because I'm not convinced that this is over. They may have raised a fourth horseman, but it wasn't Tirion. They failed. And the Ebon Blade doesn't take failure well." "Furthermore, The Ebon Blade offered up Catalinetta as part of their PEACE treaty. A scapegoat if you ask me. Simply ridiculous and after meeting you, I'm even moreso convinced this was all a ploy. Part of the larger machination on behalf of the Ebon Blade. If this was over, why offer her up at all?" She turned and looks at Regdar. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I've seen this before. When the Blade gets an idea, they follow through until the end. They might not be raising him for one purpose, but perhaps another? Either way, I highly doubt this is over and my objective is to make sure it is over and with the least amount of blood spilled. On both sides. We are at war here and instead of focusing on fighting the Legion, we're fighting amongst ourselves. How useless is that? If you ask me, it sounds like exactly what the Legion wants: Two of the most powerful groups at war with each other." She turned to Kreyen, "Does that answer your question? Or would you like more information?" "If Cat isn't a part of their organization, then I don't see what grounds they have to offer her up to begin with," Kreyen said, still not really understanding the whole picture more than anyone else. "And unless we're turning into the Scarlets, I don't see what the Silver Hand to gain from pressing this any further. I thought the Order was better than that." Cat waved her hands to get Kreyen and Raelana's attention. "I think I get it. Someone in the Order wanted to bring us to justice, so the Ebon Blade gave me up because I'm expendable. It makes sense, I guess... but I didn't know that the Silver Hand hunted down other rogue death knights," she looked at Regdar. "..do you know who they were? Or who got to them?" There suddenly came a dome of shadow magic over the entirety of the manor, Phyruss snarling as he brandished his blades to interlock them together into his swallow. He slammed it into the ground, letting shadow and holy magics intertwine with one another as several more guardsmen filed in from the manor. "Kreyen, watch over Cat." He said suddenly before turning to the rest gathered. "...You are all evicted from my house. I don't care to your allegiance." he stated coldly as he made for the gate. The guardsmen followed to brandish their pikes towards death knights and Sanctuary both. Cat's eyes widened as she watched the guardsmen gather. "Wait, what? Phyruss, what's going on??" Kreyen's mouth formd a thin line as the sight of the dome came into view, closing his eyes as he attempted to swallow back his frustration. "Those are the manor's defenses," he said darkly, "Phyruss is responding to the threat." The squire unfolded his arms and moved to Catalinetta's side, giving each of those gathered a pointed look. "I trust at least we can conclude this business without any additional nonsense?" Eive blinked from her spot towards the others, alarm pulling her from hiding to take what little action she could. She stood next to Phyruss and looked around. "Is this what I was supposed to wait for? If not..." She gave a giggle as she smiled nervously at the matrons son. "Definitely too late!" Regdar reacted immediately to the dome, making for the door. "Gelart, raise a Death Gate. I'm going to get the others and we're going to get out of here." As he moved, he turns to make one, final warning to Catalinetta. "You are not the first. Five objectors were killed before I stepped foot here. Beware the Silver Hand. They will lop your head off and burn your corpse in the name of their warped view of Justice." With that, he maked his way out to where the fight had begun. As he took off towards the gate, Eive sighed, then turned to Krey and Cat. "Will you two be okay? Need me to get you out of here?" Raelana began gathering up her notes. She looked towards Phyruss as he left, a very sad look on her face. She turned and looks at the Commander, unsure what to say or do. "Well, they managed to keep the peace longer than I thought." Cat looked at Kreyen in mild panic. "This is my fault. I can't just let them kill each other out there, or let anything happen to your home. I've gotta go help Phyruss." The squire gave Eive an appreciative smile and a shake of his head before shifting his attention back to Cat. "It's not your fault," Kreyen said calmly, lifting a hand to her shoulder. "Someone is using you, and if you go out and get taken in the middle of the brawl, you're just playing into their hands. There's something else going on." Eive nodded. "Not for nothing but they definitely can't take you if you aren't here. I can get you to a safe place until things pass. I know one or two." She raises her brows to emphasize the expression. "But I can't just do nothing… I can't just hide," Cat argued to both. "Maybe hiding is doing something, you know?” Eive argued. “If they want you and aim to take you then they will do what they can to get you. You might put more people in danger if you go out there." Raelana looked to Catalinetta. "The wise warrior avoids the battle." Eive turned to Raelena and nodded, giving her a quick glance over and smiled wide. "Definitely what I intended to say! I’m not saying run to cower. I'm saying run to save lives. They will realize you aren't here and the fight might stop." "They're right," Juli concurred. She had looked at Phyruss when he spoke of evicting them and done nothing more – yet. "Eiverlyn, I would be grateful if you took her someplace safe, and unknown, temporarily. Cat, go." Cat let out the combination of a whine and a whimper, ears drooping low. She looked as if she wanted to argue further, but it seemed she was terribly outnumbered. "...yes ma'am." Despite the death knight's dismay, Kreyen gave an appreciative look to the coterie of elven women. "It'll be alright, Cat," he said as he gave her his attention, "This is why you have friends, and people you trust. Phyruss is more than capable, and I don't imagine either your commader or Regdar would be in positions of authority if they weren't as well." His gaze lingered for a moment, then drifted to Eive, "Do you have someplace in mind?" Eive blinked over to Cat and placed a finger over the Death knights nose to boop it. "Yes I do. I can take you both if it makes her feel better." "It'd make me feel better if I were out there with them," Cat whined, rubbing her nose. "This blows." Kreyen frowned at the non-answer. "I'm either going with you or I'm going to help Phyruss, Cat. Take your pick." Julilee looked at Kreyen. "You should go with her," she said, though the words were an opinion and not an order. Raelana looked to Kreyen "With your permission, I'll go help Phyruss" "Maybe Lord Rayfeather can be summoned to take your place,” Eive suggested. “I sort of know him." Juli looks at Eive. "Faelenor? If he's willing and available." Cat blinked. "Uh. Faelenor? That'd be... awkward… but..." she shook her head. "I'm sorry Kreyen, I do want you with me. I just feel like garbage for running away." "For the Arath'dorei family... he would... er... he probably would, yes!" Eive winced at her own slip, but smiled none the less. Kreyen made an uncertain face at the mention of the lord, considering. "Tell him what's going on," he said finally, "I think he'd want to know. The two of you should get to the gate though," he added, shifting his attention to the other two elven women, "It wouldn't hurt to help Phyruss break up whatever is going on, if you're looking to mend fences." Cautiously, he let a weary smile draw across his lips. "You don't need my permission." "Right-o!" Eive said with slight jolt in her step. "I’ll get the two of you somewhere safe and hopefully Lord Rayfeather will be willing and available." She placed a hand on each of their shoulders and bowed to the other two. "Anything else before we go?" Raelana glanced at Catalinetta. "Don't feel bad. Sometimes the best thing to do is to protect yourself. I hope we can talk again soon." She bowed her head. "Be safe. Shorel'aran." She turned and took off after Phyruss. "What she said!" With a quick pop, an iridescent purple flash was all that remained of the three.
  16. The courtyard was a stark contrast to the deadened waste outside, fervent plantlife grew abundant with a gardener's careful touch to keep it from overgrowth. Blooms from three worlds over sprouted intermittent with one another as Phyruss led them to the main fountain in the midst of the roundabout street; a place where years past might've hosted a dozen carriages dropping off nobles for a gala in the massive manor that loomed overhead. Juli's gaze moved around the surroundings with a certain familiarity as they walked. She had been in and out of noble residences for most of her life. While it was never home to her, it was nonetheless familiar. --------------------- Azilrog pulled down his hood, revealing his bare skull. He paced in front of the other fourteen Death Knights, some of whom he'd brought back to the fold forcefully. He'd been there at Light's Hope as well, assuring that no member of the Ebon Blade retreated from the battle, fighting forward through Light-blessed blood to the Highlord's resting place. He remembed Cerryan, and he remembered shoving Catalinetta towards the paladin. "What justice do you seek here, blood knight?” he asked the blonde paladin. “Justice for Light's Hope?" His voice was ice, any semblance of the orc behind it scorched from his throat. "A petty vengeance to fulfill while the Legion burns Azeroth?" "Justice is due for Light's Hope. Do not speak to me of the Legion, when your traitorous forces struck at the heart of Light rallied to defend our world from it." The brightly-armored paladin hissed his angered words at the Ebon abomination, repulsed that this monster was ever a part of Sanctuary. "And I am no Blood Knight. I am a Crusader of the Argent Dawn, a devout vassal to the fallen hero that your kind sought to wrench into twisted service as the very thing he spent his life opposing. A man who stood for the representation of the Ebon Blade, who had heavy hand in securing their acceptance by the living world in the days of the war against the Lich King." The incensed paladin spat at the skeletal orc's feet in derision. "And yet you fall so quickly to obedience under another wicked master." "We do what the living cannot, wretch. Fordring would have served better as a Death Knight than as a corpse, just as Nazgrim does, and Trollbane, and Whitemane, and all the fallen soldiers brought into undeath by the Blade every day. A Light-blessed corpse is just as useless as a rotting one, while instead they could serve to destroy the Legion before their eternal rest." Even as a skeleton Azilrog stood taller than many of those assembled, a massive orc in his prime, and in undeath. He flicked his fingers at the spit, rotting the ground beneath it. "You accept the Illidari with open arms, those who have given themselves the souls of demons to fight the Legion, yet you cannot understand the sacrifice of true death. Though, we should expect as much, the Illidari are elves like the rest of you." T'suro's eyes narrowed his eyes before speaking. "Most of the Illidari are more willing to work with their respective factions than your lot. And did not invade another order for their goals." As the paladins and death knights argued, the air around them seemed to change. If they noticed this subtle discrepancy, they might have each felt something different; a chill in the wind, a strange vibration in the ground. Either could have been blamed on the company. In fact, the company itself seemed to grow increasingly hostile. Cerryan, his hands gripped tightly by his sides, was utilizing every ounce of his patience to remain calm. Azilrog seemed to have little regard for niceties, but willingly stood his ground in favor of his allies within the manor. T’suro, perhaps the youngest of the paladins, clung to his naiveté in such a way that he practically glowed with the Light and all of its goodness. Meanwhile, the death knights left behind by Regdar stood their ground, staring at the paladins in front of them as if waiting for someone to make a move. They outnumbered their Light wielding allies-by-requirement, but the Light they wielded was powerful enough to cut through their necrotic flesh like a hot knife through organic grass fed butter. In any case, things were growing tense, and whether they realized it or not, it was not all the fault of the death knights and paladins in question. Something else was stirring in the atmosphere. "We will defeat the Legion and save our world without becoming the sort of monsters that we defend it from." Cerryan grew more irate and confrontational as the air chilled and the atmosphere changed imperceptibly. "It is easy to justify your foul actions as what you must do when you have no faith, no belief, and perhaps no ability to prevail without such villainy. And if you must resort to such vile methods then can you even be trusted to safeguard the world once this threat has been overcome, or will you simply become the next threat to defend against? Where does your 'necessity' end? " "Our necessity ends when all of Azeroth's soldiers' does. When the Legion has been scoured from the cosmos, and the Old Gods slumber for millenia again, then the Ebon Blade will finally have earned the rest of true death. We will dissapear into legend, just as the Illidari will, and the Silver Hand, and all the rest that fight for Azeroth now. Our necessity ends when yours does." Azilrog stopped his pacing, his skull turning around to look at his surroundings. The frost of his sockets flared as he pulled the apocalyptic greatsword from his back. "And the Light will stop nothing, craven." He turned towards Cerryan, his skeletal digits tightening around the hilt. T'suro felt the chill in the air grow, and saw tensions rise, perhaps the chill was a result of that? The Blood Knight tightened the grip on his spear and narrowed his eyes. "Enough of this, both of you. Do you honestly think I won't act on what I said earlier?" He stabbed his spear into the ground, the sun-shaped blade piercing the ground. "I am a soldier of the country you currently stand in. Come to blows if you wish, but I will interfere and you both will sit in a cell in Silvermoon tonight." "Some sins can be forgiven, but others must be punished." Cerryan’s voice was icy, and his demeanor had grown increasingly tense as the skeletal death knight spoke of false heroism and dared to compare his wicked order with either of the banners that Cerryan had sworn himself to. The slow grind of metal scratched at the air as he drew his own gilded greatsword, thick purple crystal honed to a fine edge wreathing the entirety of the blade. "If this monster submits to his baser nature then vengeance for Light's Hope will have been won this day after all." He sneered at the death knight and adopted a guarded stance. The Death Knights behind Azilrog began to reach for their blades, but the hellish orc put his hand out to stop them. "Hold your blades, let the mongrels that hide behind whispers strike first." Azilrog's ghoul limped up beside him, spewing bile from its jaws at Cerryan. "The Light did not save Fordring from death, why do you think it will save a weakling that nearly died in the Light's most holy cathedral?" "I am NOT going to repeat myself!" T'suro barked, tightening his grip, sending holy energy into his weapon, making it glow in righteous fury. "On my honor as a Knight and protector of Quel'thalas, both of you are to STAND DOWN, or PAY FOR YOUR ACTIONS!" "But I didn't die, did I?" Cerryan shot Azilrog an ugly grin. "Perhaps the Light did save me, that day. Perhaps there is a reason that I survived, that I was made to know the weight of betrayal and the burden of loss so closely. Perhaps I have a divine purpose to fill for the Light." He lifted his sword threateningly toward the death knight. "Perhaps you are destined to die by my hand." The two guardsmen realigned their pikes, one for each group. Cerryan shot a cold, unapologetic look at T'suro, his marred face perhaps slightly manic. "Stand down, T'suro. Do not stand in the way of Justice." Raelana's squire on horseback rode up with four other blood knights behind him. The squire bowed to T'suro. "We are at your command." The blood knights saluted and then fall in line behind T'suro, awaiting orders. "I will not stand down! Not in the homeland I am pledged to!" T'suro shot back, his gaze transfixed on the other paladin. He heared the arrival of the other knights and nodded to them, before turning back to the aggressors yet again. "This is your final warning. We will not tolerate this conflict on Thalassian land!" Azilrog's icy sockets flared again as he opened his stance to a more aggressive one, transfixed on the enemy as it's told to him. "Your destiny lies with the Blade, and your land in ROT." He stabbed his greatsword forward, an unholy coil in the form of a skull dashing forward from the tip towards Cerryan. Azilrog's ghoul launches itself forward as the scourged dragon took into the sky. The knights behind Azilrog pulled their blades, not riding forward on their deathchargers just yet. The guardsmen raised the alarm, the entirety of the manor now sealing itself in a pristine barrier of ebony magic as the pylons began firing at will towards the undead dragon. The guardsmen stood on point towards the gate, preparing their weapons against any who would attack it. "Knights of Silvermoon! Soldiers of the Phoenix Throne!" T'suro commanded, his voice sharp and strong, as though he were a giant, "Those who disrespect Quel'thalas deserve to be punished! Aid the manor guards, and end this aggression against our very land!" A shell of golden light cascaded outward to meet the coil of unholy magic surging toward the paladin, dissipating the spell on impact as holy light absorbs and consumes the shadow. Cerryan smirked vainly at the death knight; his fixation on Azilrog to the exclusion of all else would be curious were there not a sudden flurry of action amongst the various soldiers. His lips curled to form a stinging rebuke just as the elven ghoul slammed into him with leaping momentum, knocking him to the ground. The ghoul began to tear at Cerryan's armor, decayed blood spattering onto the elf's face. The dragon flew around, preparing a gout of frost as a pylon lit up one of its wings. It swerved down and crashed into the forest somewhere nearby, the ice breath spouting out towards the manor and edge of the trees. Azilrog threw his hand out, directing a debilitating plague towards the paladins and readying a defensive magic shield. "Shield formation!" T'suro called out to his fellow Blood Knights. The four ran over to T'suro, forming a tight line with him. Shells of golden light all burst arund them at the same time. Normally this was just a bubble around the individual paladin, but with five present and so close together? Each bubble combined, and now there was solid tube of holy light around the group, shielding them. "Charge!" T'suro commanded.All of the Blood Knights started running forward, weapons drawn, their combined bubble making it easy for them to just blast through the plague as if it were nothing.
  17. The Sanctuary party arrived to the manor's gilded gates. Led by Julilee, it includes Raelana, Cerryan, and T'suro, but not Tamaryth. Juli spoke to a guard. "Catalinetta is expecting us." As they nodded to her, Julilee glanced briefly at the squad of death knights waiting outside the gates. She noted a lack of a commander. "I told her not to speak to them," she muttered under her breath while she waited for the guard to clear them. Two guards barred their path to the gates, looking between the two squads. One held a hand to his ear to begin muttering as another approached the paladins. "I'm sorry, you will have to wait, Ma'am." Meanwhile, outside, Phyruss held a finger to his ear, lifting a finger to halt the conversation inside. "Cat... there's a group of paladins outside. They say you're expecting them." "Oh! Uh.. yeah well, that'd probably be the Commander." Cat said as she looked toward the gates. The death knight looked worried. "A group? How many of them are there?" With the group of paladins, Raelana looked around slowly, taking in everything. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the Death Knights, then asked Julilee, "Where did you say we were again?" "Arath'dorei manor," Julilee answered. "Cat belongs to the family." A funny looks crossed Raelana's face, but she nodded her head and remained silent. The Death Knights cut their chatter and turned to face the group of Paladins. They were almost entirely Horde, except for the one human. As one of the tauren pulled out his sword, the group bristled. The tauren knight planted his sword tip in the ground and leaned forward on it, the icy blue runes that shimmer up the blade facing the paladins. Many hands found their way to pommels, but the death knights said nothing. Juli's gaze slowly slided from the guards to the tauren death knight. Raelana's hand found the hilt of her blade and let it rest there. Phyruss waited for an answer from his guard, "Four apparently, guardsmen, identify the leader." Near the paladins, the Arath’dorei guard spoke again. "The young lord asks you to identify yourselves." he said, turning to where the death knights are shuffling. "You, tauren, sheath your sword immediately. There will be no antagonizing here. Any who draw their weapons will be dismissed from this land in one way or another." Regdar began rushing towards the gate. Cat watched Regdar hurry away, unsure exactly of what she should be doing herself. "Uhhh... what's going on...? Should we go out?" She looked toward Phyruss for some sort of answer, completely lost as to how she should be reacting. The tauren took his hands off the sword and crossed his arms. The sword floated out of the ground, jostled a bit in mid-air to shed itself of dirt, and then swung around and back into place on his back. Juli dismissed the death knight from her attention and looked back at the guards. "Commander Julilee Liene of Sanctuary, Marshal Cerryan Vyel, and..." She let the other two introduce themselves. Phyruss watched the orc hurry off, scratching his chin. He looked back to Cat, obvious fear lining her face as he moved over to clasp her shoulder. "I don't know, but maybe its best we stay put..." The guards relaxed a little, but not enough to lower their pikes. Phyruss listened to his communicator. "Seems like the Commander is here... along with Cerryan.... Cerryan... why does that sound familiar..." Phyruss mumbled. "Cerryan.. he's a paladin with Sanctuary," Cat explained, wincing a little. "He um.. he and I know each other. I actually.. scarred his face pretty badly. During the attack at the chapel. I didn't know it was him, but.. yeah. He's not very happy with me, as you can guess." "Well, if he's here for vengeance, he can have one of our pylons rammed up the orifice of his choice." Phyruss retorted. "No no no!" Cat said quickly, waving her hands back and forth. "He's definitely not here for vengeance. No way! So no pylons up anyone's anything!" With the group of paladins, Raelana flushed slightly before clearing her throat. She spoke clearly to introduce herself, but quietly. "Ambassador Raelana de Bergerac and Knight-Lord T'suro Sunspear of the Blood Knights." T'suro shifted uncomfortably in place, looking anxious. "Well this is QUITE exciting isn't it?" Thoughts of vengeance pulled at the edges of Cerryan's mind, and it was all the paladin could do to suppress them. The oaths he swore to Sanctuary were silent prayer, reflecting on the tenet of sacrifice and what the Commander's words meant allowing him to find some measure of focus, but the closer they grew to the mansion that housed Catalinetta the tighter his stomach and the higher his anxiety. In truth he didn't even know what he wanted to come of the visit, and he deferred to Julilee's lead as they approached the compound's guardians. The presence of the Ebon Blade had him bristling immediately, zealous anger roiling with the nervous anxiety already present within the paladin, and his hands clenched tightly as he resisted the inclination to draw his own crystaline blade. Phyruss sighed, "I'll go see to them...Cat..." The elf's eyes turn to the petite little knight, "It will be your call what to do. We can send them away, or invite one or two in to speak." "I'll go with you. I'm sure that once we talk, we can all smooth it over. C'mon," before he could argue, Cat followed Regdar. She tried to smile reassuringly, but only managed an awkward grimace. "It'll be fine!" As she and Phyruss approached the gates, it seemed as though things were already starting to go south. Outside of the courtyard, Regdar's death knights stood near Cerryan, Juli, Raelana and T'suro. Cat regarded the two parties with a whimper, as if she'd just seen a puppy get run over by a carriage. Before actually leaving the gates themselves, she waved toward the members of Sanctuary. "Oh hey, it's me! Hi everyone!" "Catalinetta," Juli said, raising her hand in greeting. "Thank you for seeing us." "Commander!" Cat said quickly, practically running to the gate. "Hi! Sorry! Sorry for all the fuss, but could you tell me what's going on??" "Gladly," Juli said. Her gaze flicked to the nearby death knights, including Redgar. "Somewhere private." T'suro shot Cat a friendly smile and wave, trying to diffuse the tension. "I guess you never got around to that leystone, huh?" He joked. Regdar waited at the gate and allowed Cat to take the lead, though he did his best to make himself a solidifying, reassuring presence. As soon as the gates opened, his eyes sought out his Death Knights and he wordlessly directed them to relax. It took a minute, for them all to agree, but they did and took their hands off their weapons. Phyruss followed along, keeping pace with his pigtailed compatriot. He waved off the guards who lifted their weapons and stood at ease. His eyes flitted over the band of paladins until landing on the lone redhead of the group. His eyes widened in surprise, staring openly at her for several moments. He forced his stare away to regard the Commander, somewhat rattled, and cleared his throat. "I will insist that you are to be treated the same as the representatives of the Ebon Blade. One of you may enter with us. The rest..." His eyes dart to Rae in that moment, only to zip back to Julilee. "Can stay here." Juli shook her head. "Both of these two," she indicated Cerryan and Raelana, "Need to question Catalinetta, together, and I don't want to leave them alone to do so." She regarded Phyruss. "I am the one who instructed Catalinetta to reach safety. Catalinetta has the full force and faith of Sanctuary behind her." Her serious gaze moved to Catalinetta to see if she would vouch for them. An undead dragon's cry roared from above and a distance away. It was barely visible from the trees and glaring sun. "I... uh... what the shit," Regdar said before getting distracted by the oncoming sound. T'suro looked up, a very curious look on his face. "...was that... a DRAGON?" Juli looked at Redgar, frowning slightly as she realized he didn’t know what it was either. She then looked at Phyruss. "I hope your aerial defenses are up to par." Her hand went to the wickedly curved hilt of her sword. Raelana's eyes went wide upon seeing Phyruss. She pursed her lips and flushed a deep red, but continued to wait patiently for a response. Phyruss followed everyone's gazes as he stared outward. "Our defenses are the best outside of Silvermoon." Cat raised her hands into the air, completely lost. "What the hell is going on?!" "I hope they can withstand frost attacks," Regdar warned, turning to Phyruss. "I'll defer to you, where do you want me and my boys?" Juli scowled slightly, but did not object, waiting to see what Phyruss would do. Phyruss moved to his guards, issuing orders as the pylons were lit in holy fire. Two priests were at each one as they surged to life. "I've been fighting dragons since I could hold a sword. Any of you specialize in Anti-Magic?" He looked over at Redgar. "Specifically zones or areas of it." "Form up!" Regdar told the collected knights, and took a moment to redirect his focus to Phyruss. "We can work together to get it done. Where?" Cerryan clenched his jaw as the Commander parlayed with Cat and a paladin that was itchingly recognizable. He did his best to nod in affirmation of Julilee's words, but his gaze had been kept on seemingly everything but the pigtailed death knight. The roaring sound from beyond the treeline was enough to have his hand swing up to the hilt of his greatsword, tense anxiety making way for defensive ferocity. Cat looked around, her eyebrows raised in alarm. "Anti-magic? Frost… holy moly, why is there a dragon coming?!" T'suro reached for his spear, hefting and twirling it before getting into a stance. "Does it matter why it's coming? All we know is that it is. Be ready!" "I need you to hurry and split your death knights into two groups,” Phyruss explained to Regdar. “Try and divide them to even out who is best at forming anti-magic. The dragon will attack one with its breath, as they always do, the other group can grip down as it makes its pass." He said while pointing toward the pylons. "Try and make it underneath a crystal, the priests will bring it down with concentrated fire." The dragon dropped down to skim the treeline, undead wings beating over the Eversong canopy. It crashed down through the ancient branches onto the stone path to the gates. Azilrog sat atop his abomination of nature, a corruption of the life-binder's gift in its purest form. His face was skeletal, though primarily covered by a hood. The frosting orbs of his former eyes scanned over the crowd, grunting. "Not surprised to see Liene in charge of the paladins here." His voice carried to the groups as the dragon claws forward, spurred by the orc's legs. He saluted to Regdar. "Brother." "What are you doing here? You should be healing in the blood pools," Regdar said cautiously, trying to talk the situation down. Clearly, his own expectations were being formed and shattered at an alarming rate. "I thought you were Scourge." Phyruss snorted, obviously miffed at the intrusion as well as the undead dragon apparently not being reduced to cinders. He folded his arms and tapped his foot, his eyes skimming back to Raelana for a moment and then back to the dragon. He could not afford to lose focus here and now with questions. Cerryan had not removed his hand from his weapon, and his revulsion for the Orcish death knight was not at all concealed on his face. Raelana looked worriedly at Phyruss, then to Catalinetta. "Perhaps you should go back inside the manor for the time being?" she suggested to the death knight. "No.. no, this is crazy!" Cat said to Raelana, before she shook her head and walked past the gates toward Regdar. "This is getting way out of hand! I am fine! Nobody is taking me anywhere!" Phyruss stood alongside Cat, "That is precisely correct, Cat will go where she chooses and nowhere else." His hands grips the pommels of the twin-bladed runeswords at his hip. T'suro seemed caught off guard. Upon hearing that he was Ebon Blade, the blood knight dropped his stance, but did not yet sheath his weapon. Juli stared at Azilrog, having needed a little bit to recognize him. She'd heard Shana had attacked him but hadn't been fully informed yet. For the time being, she was actually silent and did not try to intervene. Azilrog snorted a grim chuckle. "The Scourge? Here? They couldn't even muster a decent skirmish now." He rolled his shoulder blades, the bones scratching under his armor. "Here to stand for the Ebon Blade, cut through the karanzol skraefa. Bring back the traitor, so the Hand doesn't take another." Regdar puts up a hand. "Azilrog, I think it might be best if you head back to Acherus and let me take care of it. You and Catalinetta don't exactly have the best rapport. Or you and the Commander." Juli shifted to position herself slightly between Cat and Redgar. "I agree," she said, "but we'd like to talk. Can we go inside?" "Won't leave you here to fight alone, Regdar." Azilrog swung his leg over his dragon and dropped down, his boots hitting the ground solidly. "Liene shows up heading a party of Silver Hand hunting Catalinetta shortly after excommunicating the Ebon Blade. Odd timing, isn't it. The emnity is palpable in the wind." Regdar smiled his eerie smile. "I'm not alone. I brought fifteen of my boys to make sure that if things get to where I hope they don't go--" he gestured to the lot of them, many having had poor run ins with Azilrog in the past "-- that I'm not going to get shit stomped. But I'm not looking for a fight, Brother, and the longer you remain here, the more likely that outcome becomes." "The only people hunting Catalinetta are you Ebon filth." Cerryan sneered, his facial scars twisting upward in an ugly display. "And you'll have no luck in claiming her, even with all your wicked soldiers. The Light stands against you, and you know how well you fared the last time you dared face its wrath." Julilee didn’t respond to any of the others, holding Catalinetta's gaze. She spoke quietly enough that only someone standing close and paying attention could hear what she said. "What happens next is up to you, Cat. You know I believe in you." Cat blinked toward Julilee, flustered as she tried to come up with words. "I.. but.. but nobody is hunting me, right? This is all just a misunderstanding! Azilrog thinks the Silver Hand is trying to take me out or something, just tell him that's not true and we can all go home. Except me. I am home." Raelana furrowed her brow, a look of concern still on her face. "Of course we're not hunting you. We simply came to ask you some questions." Phyruss folded his arms once more, obviously anxious over the rising tension. Cerryan speaking forced Regdar to clench his fists. "Oh, is that what you call it? Some questions? Is that what you told the others when you chased them down?" He wheeled on Cerryan. "Or is she just some pawn in your plan to get vengeance on us because you look like a dog streaked shit on your face? Because what questions could you possibly want to ask her, I wonder? 'What's the best way to bring the Ebon Hold crashing to the ground?' 'Does the Deathlord check his closet for vengeful templars at night?' 'If one happened to come across the Deathlord on the Broken Shore and pinned him to a wall to be tortured to death do you think the Ebon Blade would all go away then?" Juli's eyes narrowed and she shot a deadly look at Redgar. "That's enough. I don't know what your intentions are, but I don't trust you one bit, and neither should Cat." "Woah woah woah!" Cat held up her hands again. "I'm happy to answer questions! You've got them wrong, Regdar, Cerryan'd never do anything like that! Neither would the Commander let them!" "Oh, yes,” Regdar continued. “I'm the untrustworthy one, coming from you who carted the single person who wants to flay her alive to her doorstep," he fired back. "I'm at least trying to get Azilrog to leave, but no, you want to give Cerryan direct access to the woman who laid him up for weeks." "He's had access to her, for weeks," Juli retorted, her temper starting to show, though she kept her voice mostly even. "I trust Cerryan. And furthermore, I'm here. Now." She looks at Cat. "Decide what you will do." "What did I tell you? The karanzol bitch is on the paladin's side, as she's always been." Azilrog rolled his bones, the stench of undeath growing stronger. "Liene would not give anything other than an elf the time of day, it only makes sense she chooses the Hand over the scourge who scoured her land." The pylons surged to life and zapped the area with a furious beam between the two parties, burning a veritable line in the ground. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" Phyruss bellowed. "If you lot want to kill each other, do it away from my house!" "Woah shit!" Cat jumped back as the beam shot to life, stumbling backwards clumsily. Cerryan sneered at Regdar, fighting fiercely to bite his tongue at the Commander's order, but faltering at the mention of his own treachery. His words were muted by the firing of the pylons, and following the furious discharge he was stunned into a dumb silence. T'suro jumped away from the beam of light and cleared his throat. "Nobody was in any position for a fight. Azrilog seems intent on making one happen, though." T'suro stated flatly. "This house is in Quel'thalas, which me and Master Realana are soldiers officially representing here. If there is any fight here, I can promise that EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATES will wind up in a Silvermoon jail cell!" The elf stepped back and turned to Raelana. "I hope I am not overstepping my bounds." "Or maintain your sense of decorum and shut your gobsmacking mouths!" Phyruss bellowed with authority. "The paladins can question Cat inside the courtyard, and Redgar, if you wish to see Cat safe, you may come too, to survey," he looked between the two parties. "But, only the Commander and one of the Hand may come in, and only Redgar and one of his may too." He turns back to Cat, "Is this acceptable?" Regdar's agreeable, charitable, people pleasing demeanor was washed away by his frustration. He knew the diplomatic choice was to bring Gelart, a paladin, a death knight, one who had deserted the Blade over Light's Hope like all the others. It would lend his voice credence and display for everyone here that he was interested in a peaceful, moral resolution, not one where things fell to blows. But he also knew how much it'd piss them off if he brought Azilrog... Raelana glanced at Phyruss, then back to the Commander. "I will yield to your authority and decision on who will enter with you." T'suro huffed and turns to the Commander. "It is your choice. But do understand that, while we're here, soldiers of the country can supersede your authority." He turned to Regdar. "And yours." Cerryan furrowed his brow, suddenly chuckling lightly to himself at the Blood Knight's words. "He's not entirely wrong on that, actually." Raelana smiled slyly at T'suro. Juli gave T'suro a rather flat look before looking at Phyruss. "I will bring Ambassador Raelana." She glanced at Cerryan, not saying anything to him but the look conveying an awareness that his concerns would be seen to. Regdar unclenched his fist, realizing how easy it was to get swept up in the negativity that the magic keeping him alive spurred him on to. "I'm not here as an authority. I'm here as Cat's friend. The only reason my boys came is to make sure that these paladins don't cut down Catalinetta like they've done others. Gelart, with me. The rest of you, don't do anything stupid." Cerryan sighed in relief at having been chosen to stay behind, unsure as he was in his own conduct and in particular with that incendiary beast of a death knight present. He contented himself to sneer at the remaining knights of the Blade, still a little too eager to spring to action if conflict should occur. Raelana glanced at the Death Knights, then back to the two other companions standing there. "I can send for some hospitality for you while you wait for our return. And I guess the others here." She looked at Phyruss. "With your permission of course," she said with a quick bow of her head. Phyruss tried to smile a little at Rae's comment, but quickly faded away as the mess around them teetered on becoming worse. "That is acceptable." Azilrog flexes his hands, watching the events as they unfolded. "Convenient that the Silver Hand brought elven lawbringers with them. Their judgement must be as ‘unbiased’ as the rest of them." Raelana smirked at Azilrog, but turned her back, unconcerned with his ramblings. T'suro shots Azilrog a glare. "We are in Qul'thalas and I am a soldier of Quel'thalas. My words earlier were true. I have the power and authority to jail anyone who breaks into a fight." "I... uh... o-okay..?" Cat said to Phyruss. "Lets just... lets go, before things get crazier." Azilrog grunted, outstretching his hand to the forest ground. After a few moments, the ground shifted and cracks with a claw reaching up as it digs its way out. The risen corpse shambled to its feet, the ghoul holding decayed elven features and a Farstrider's armor. It fell in behind Azilrog, mingling with the other Death Knights. "Just as I, skraefa, have the power and authority over death." His skeletal visage couldn’t convey the sadistic glee he took in the act, and his unholy tone wasn’t much for manipulation. Juli nodded at Cat, glanced at Raelana, then moves to follow the former. Regdar fell in with Gelart in tow. Raelana gave Phyruss a half smile, then pulled out an already prepared letter with her seal on it and handed it to her squire. "Go swiftly." Her squire looked between Phyruss and Raelana, then grabbed the letter, bowed to Raelana, and jumped on his horse to take off. She turned back to Cerryan. "He should be back soon." She then turned to T'suro. "When he returns he'll report to you for set up and further instructions." She glanced at the Death Knights, then back to the paladins. "I'll leave it up to you how much of Liadrin's good graces you wish to share." She then fell in step behind Juli. T'suro saluted to Raelana, his official superior. "Yes, Master Raelana. I will do the Matriarch proud." Cerryan nodded in respect to the Ambassador's authority, but his gaze didn’t leave Azilrog and he exhaled deeply in disdain of the skeletal orc's desecration. Cat walked with Phyruss and their new entourage inside. She glanced back at Cerryan once before going imto the courtyard. "Guardsmen... whichever group first unsheaths their swords, give them a warning shot." Phyruss ordered as he stared at the summoned ghoul, probably a remnant from when the Scourge was heavy in the woods. He took a deep breath as the gates were reopened and he led the party inside.
  18. Regdar and his fifteen knights arrived in Silvermoon and took off south towards the location listed for Arath'dorei Manor. As ever, Regdar had a hard time being silent, and the conversation oscillated wildly from war stories on the Broken Shore to barfights in Dalaran. Plenty of teasing and jibing took place, but what otherwise would be soldiers being soldiers and talking about soldiers to soldiers took on a new air when their status as Death Knights was considered. Each laugh was haunting, each chuckle sneering, and a menace to all of it underlay the particularities of a group of Death Knights having a laugh. It didn’t take them too long to arrive at the storied manor, and the other knights fell back to allow Regdar to take the lead. They passed through fields that seemed barren of all life, the former vineyards of the Arath'dorei family long since withered, but steadily making progress on renewal if the approaching manor's small acre of greenery was to be any sign. The group came upon a gilded gate, adorned by runes and flanked by walls that were just as formidable-looking as they were decorative. The crystalline pylons that sat within them flashed a pulsating light as the knights approached, only to be settled by a nearby Sin'dorei mage as two guardsmen approached the oncoming group. "Halt, you are trespassing upon Arath'dorei grounds. State your business or be gone," he called out. "I am Regdar the Red of the Ebon Blade! Here to see Catalinetta of Sanctuary! She and I are newly old friends!" The orc called out as they made their way to him. "You will hold there, death knight." The mage said, his fellow guardsman brandishing their pikes at the approaching orc. The crystals flared to dangerous life once more, reacting to the undead presence. "The Ebon Blade is NOT welcome here. Turn and leave before you become ash to fertilize the lawn." "I don't mind waiting if you want to confer with Catalinetta," Regdar said reassuringly. "But I do want to warn you that things could get very grave, very quickly for her, no pun intended. She will want to speak with me once she knows I'm here. I also don't mind leaving my boys behind and coming in under escort with you. I can't exactly relinquish my weapons, since the old soul is all wrapped up in them, but I'm not exactly as spry as I used to be and I'm sure it's just as easy for you folks to ash me inside as it is to do so out here." Their weapons still held, and the guards did not budge. "This is not up for debate, abomination." The mage growled, as their weapons crackled with holy magic. "You will leave at once, or be forced to." "Hey, I get it. I run a garrison when I have time, so I understand the orders that you're under. Listen, I'm gonna comply with your request. Me and my boys will leave you lands. But I'm going to be waiting on this road, right where those lands stop. Because, yeah, I get you're doing your job, but a friend of mine is in trouble and I'm not going to let something bad happen to her because you don't like undead. Which, by the way, I also definitely get." He answers, never letting his smile falter. "So,” Regdar continued. “Here's what I'm hoping. I'm going to give you what you want and wait back there. But maybe you'll give me a shot and go talk to Catalinetta anyway. My offers still stand. I don't mind coming in, I don't mind if she wants to come out, whatever it is. But the thing I want to do is help." He pulled up the reins on his crimson deathcharger. The guards looked at each other for a brief moment as they kept their stances. The one who was speaking finally nodded, "We will relay the message, but you still are not welcome here without the Lady or Lord's approval.” He cut himself off before going any more. Content with that Regdar led his troops back to the border of the estate and waited. Around the other side of the estate, where the wall came in contact with the forest, Cat waved to what looked like a guard in robes. It took a moment for him to recognize the death knight, but eventually he helped her inside. A short while later, the Arath'dorei males arrived at the gate, Kreyen looking sweaty and worn beneath the Silver Hand squire's garb. A simple bastard sword hung across his back, and muted irritation clung to his expression. He nodded to the guards as he passed, and drew to a halt near the gate to regard the death knights quietly. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Catalinetta doesn't have any desire to speak with members of the Ebon Blade," he called calmly to their leader. Phyruss walked alongside Kreyen, in a similar state of fatigue with his ebon hair matting to his pale skin. His twin bladed runeswords were locked onto his hip, clacking with each step in his light armor. He folded his arms, looking toward the undead intruders with a level gaze. "Forgive the manners,” he said to the visitors. “I am Phyruss Arath'dorei, and this is my cousin Kreyen," he added, his hand barely waving to the two of them in introduction. "But as my cousin so put, Catalinetta does not wish to speak with you, so I hope you will take a peaceful departure." "You gave her my name? Regdar?" The orc asked the pair. Kreyen cast a glance at Phyruss at the question, uncertain as he let an eyebrow lift upwards. "Should it have made a differencce?" he asked, "The Ebon Blade has done more than enough to her as is." Regdar nodded with a smile, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "Yes, it would have. I came to speak with her in the guildhall of Sanctuary, as I came to speak with everyone here--" he gestured to the other Death Knights with him, "--about rejoining the Blade after they're resigned from the order in the wake of Light's Hope. These boys took me up on that offer, but Catalinetta didn't. I don't do this to browbeat someone into submission, I just want to give them the options and let them make the choice. Catalinetta actually came and found me later and we talked for hours about all of it, the heroism and the Blade and runeforges and everything. So, I figure she and I have a rapport. "But the reason I'm here right now,” he continued. “Is that the Paladins of the Silver Hand want to arrest and punish Catalinetta for her crimes. There's a truce between the Blade and the Hand, but Catalinetta's not protected by it and by every law I could find, the Hand has every legal right to do exactly that. Now, I don't know how much you boys are looking to become criminals for harboring a fugitive, but I am willing to bet those light-stuffed twinkies are more willing to let this whole Catalinetta thing go than be the ones to break this truce and force this whole Light's Hope thing into round three." "This is Quel'thalas,” Phyruss interjected, folding his arms. “The Silver Hand has no jurisdiction here. They cannot arrest her as much as I could march into Stormwind and demand someone be tried, even if I had the Hand's authority to do so. One thing is for sure, I will not throw my friend to the wolves to save my own skin. Be they Ebon, or Silver or fur." The young elf then quirked an eyebrow at Redgar, "And you brought two squads of Death Knights to simply talk? Forgive me if I believe otherwise that yours and their intent are purely social... full armor and weapons on a fleet of stallions? You say show of support, but all I see is an intimidation tactic common amongst mobsters." "The laws of the Horde apply to Quel'thalas, and Catalinetta has no protection from them for assaulting Light's Hope,” Regdar explained. “The truce that was worked out between the Ebon Blade and the Silver Hand puts the matter to bed for members, but she is not one. And it wasn't that she was assaulting humans, like Gelart over here, but that she was assaulting other elves, like Cerryan Vyel. Mark my words, it won't be humans or dwarves or draenei that come for Catalinetta, it will be elves, Blood Knights, with all the jurisdiction they need.” "To your second point,” the orc continued boldly. “My boys and I have come to defend her. We can't exactly walk around without weapons, since our souls are tied to our runeblades, and if I've got to tell it straight, I don't wear anything but armor anywhere, really. But you're right, it is meant to be an intimidation tactic, one to tell these paladins to get the fuck out and leave Catalinetta alone. She may not be Ebon Blade, but she's a soldier I care about nonetheless, because all of us are conscientious objectors and we're not going to let someone be scapegoated by zealots for doing what's right." Regdar seemed to lose himself and his creepily cheery attitude with the explanation, mostly because the stakes were so high. But when he finished, he took a moment to regain himself, and they found him smiling again. Kreyen watched and listened to the exchange with a furrowed brow. Little more than mild agitation escaped from beneath the stony visage he put up, and little even of that stretched outside of his gaze. "If this is anything more than an execution, then idiocy of the endeavor will readily be exposed," Kreyen said finally. "That she is not a member of the Ebon Blade any longer is a flimsy legal excuse, at best. It's the same spiteful arrogance that spawned the Scarlet Crusade, and it will not come to pass. Of that, I can assure you." The bright emerald eyes of the elder Arath'dorei fixed themselves upon Regdar then, serious. After a quiet moment, he added, "So long as you are only here to keep her from being harmed, then I see no problem with you lingering. With that said, if the mongrel your order had stationed in Sanctuary is in your group, you had best dismiss him back to your pyramid now." Kreyen turned then, opening himself back towards the house. "Before there is trouble." "Azilrog?" Regdar laughed longer and deeper than was probably required. "Well, keep this between us, but he shouldn't be a problem. He got kicked out of Sanctuary and scorched into a skeleton, so he should be sitting in a blood pool for a few days, at least. He is the one that got me Catalinetta's location, though, so he does know her location. I'd also bet that your Sanctuary boys do, too, since if Azilrog heard so did the twinkie who got in my face last time I was in the guildhall." Phyruss crossed his arms, sending a look towards his relation to gauge his own belief on the matter. "I'm glad the Commander saw fit to deal with him then," Kreyen called back to Regdar. "There will be others coming soon. To talk. Do not harass them, please." There was a note of exhaustion in his voice at the words, and he gave Phyruss a sour look before leaning in close and whispering to the other elf. He gave his cousin a pat on the back afterward, and then started to make his way briskly back towards the manor. "I wouldn't dream of it." Regdar waved the other Death Knights forward and followed along on the road back to the manor. Phyruss nodded, turning back to the death knight as he followed along, holding a hand out for Redgar. "Your men will wait here. I'd rather not Cat feel like she is being surrounded, if she chooses to speak with you," he stated directly before following after Kreyen. At the manor itself, Kreyen waved for those behind to wait outside. "Much as I'd love to extend more hospitality, under the current circumstances I think it's safer to deal with this outside." The squire shot Phyruss a telling look about his concerns for the situation, then went in to find the wayward death knight. "In that we can agree," Phyruss stated, letting Redgar remain just outside the gate as it opens to allow Kreyen inside. He watched Redgar curiously as he remained outside to entertain their "guest". "...the Ebon Blade,” he mentioned quietly. “Has it had any contact with a Sin'dorei named Naheal Malastar?" "If they did, I don't know who that is," Regdar stated matter-of-factly. "If he's a friend of yours, though, my bet is that he's on board in some capacity or another. I don't know every Death Knight under the sun and I speak to a lot of 'em." The orc dismounted from his shadow charger and let the creature gallop back into its shadowy domain. Phyruss said little else on the matter, merely quirking his mouth in dissatisfaction. His arms folded, leaning back to ease against the railing. Figures, he thought to himself. If the man did not even contact his own family, the Ebon Blade would fare little better in hearing from him. Regdar descending quickly into small talk with some of the other assembled Knights, particularly a human named Gelart, though how human he was seemed up for debate. As a Death Knight, he was at least passably Forsaken, but the more they talked the clearer it became that he had no love for the Banshee Queen. Gelart seemed the least confident of the group, which the others used as an opening for some empathy and understanding. As a former paladin of the Silver Hand, he was feeling the weight of the coming trouble more than most. The door opened again a short while later, revealing the returning squire and the source of Regdar's concern hand in hand. Kreyen's expression had mellowed a little in the brief time away, filled with more determination than frustration now. He separated from Cat once they were both free of the entryway, in order to turn back around and close the door behind him. Any chance to avoid the ire of the house's matron was one he would take at this point. Cat approached Regdar, her eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Holy moly," tumbled out of her mouth as she walked toward the orc, clutching her empty hands. "What the fel is going on, Regdar? You're scaring my in-laws half to death. You have any idea how scary the owner of this place is? What is it??" "I figured if all of you elves were really as dedicated to etiquette and manners as you say you are, then rolling up with a healthy dose of respect would probably be the best answer," Regdar agreed, taking the forefront of the other assembled knights. "But we've got some problems that need to be dealt with. There's a group of paladins coming for you and I don't think they mean to play nice." "You mean Cerryan? He's coming with the Commander," Cat answered dismissively. "They wouldn't do anything to hurt me. You don't need to worry about them. Even if Cerryan went nuts or something, the Commander would never let him do anything like that." "If I was looking for a little blood with my justice, I think I'd use your friends to get close to you as well," the other death knight warned. "I hope that you're right. I hope that you're going to be fine. But I've lost track of five other conscientious objectors, and if I were a betting orc, I'd say that it's Silver Hand that hunted them down." Cat frowned, her eyebrows furrowed deeply. "They wouldn't do that. The Silver Hand doesn't deal in vengeance. They're not like that. Right?" She glanced back at Kreyen and Phyruss. "You don't think they'd just go hunting rogue death knights, do you?" Phyruss folded his arms, "If they are, they're a rogue element too I would wager. There's no way the Hand would allow such blatant disregard for their oaths go unpunished." He looked over at his cousin, "Even so..." he rubbed his patch of facial hair and mused to himself. "I'd think it best if you still stayed here, Cat. Our defenses are tuned for the undead, but no need for the paladins to learn that." He smiled a little. "That's the other piece of all this." Regdar turns his gaze toward the elven pair. "According to every law book I could find, they have every legal right to do this. Death Knights who leave the Ebon Blade also null their citizenship with the Horde, because one of the terms of that citizenship is membership to the Blade. This makes them renegades, and in a bunch of cases the shadow magics deteriorate their minds until they're attacking innocents just to sate their bloodlust. This is why the Ebon Blade hunts down rogue Death Knights, to stop them from doing anything that would hurt innocent people." "On top of that,” he continued. “You've got the truce between the Blade and the Hand, after the four horsemen helped out the Highlord with something or other. It's unofficial, sure, but rogue ‘Dee Kays’ aren't protected by that either. I'm pretty convinced that it's the Blade feeding the twinkies this information in the first place as a way to placate them. They get to do their crusader thing and get 'justice' for Light's Hope and also clean up Knights that the Blade wants to get off the board. The fact that participation in Light's Hope technically denotes a rogue Knight as a war criminal is just icing on the cake." "That said,” he sighed. “All this stuff is like a maze. If there's some obscure case or precedent, I couldn't find it, but that doesn't mean it's not there. I'm not exactly a lawyer." Cat shook her head, clearly confused. "No, you're a death knight. And you're taking a lot of time to try and help me. You have been. You have to admit, that seems fishy. I hardly know you, why is it you keep showing up to help me?" Regdar shrugged. "If paladins were coming after anyone of the others, I'd get up in arms for them, too. You just happened to be the first targeted one that I'd heard of." The pigtailed death knight cocked her head. She had a hard time looking skeptically at Regdar, but tried anyway. "..well... then I should stay here, where it's safe. My family wouldn't let them take me, even if they did try, and I don't think they will. Cerryan might hate me, but I don't think he'd try to have me killed. He's not that kind of person. Neither is the Commander." "I don't know those folks, so I can't make any kind of recommendation for you. But I do know I'd chop my own toes off if I found out this was going on and didn't pitch in to help. So, I'm helping," Regdar states unequivocally. "Plus I think a situation like this one could get a whole lot worse before it gets any better right quick." Cat smiled awkwardly at Regdar. "Well… that's nice of you. And a little insane. I don't think I know any other death knight who'd stick his neck out like you are. Not that I think there's any danger, but... if you think there is, then I appreciate it. The Commander did say she and Cerryan were bringing someone. I don't know who that is."
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  20. Regdar and his companions, a dwarf and human death knight arrived in the Sanctuary infirmary, looking over Azilrog's scorched form as he lay on the bed. "So, this looks pretty bad." He said, stating a good amount of the obvious. Azilrog grunted, flexing his charred hand. He was covered in his own burnt flesh, nearly only animated bone at this point. His armor was almost completely obliterated. "He lives!" Regdar said to his companions, who don't laugh. "It's a joke? Because he's...? You know what? Nevermind. I'll summon the Death Gate, get him up." Regdar began channeling the shadowy power to create the portal to Acherus he needed. Once it was up, the dwarf and human death knights did their best to get Azilrog up and suppored his bodyweight as all four head through the portal. Once Azilrog was lifted through the portal, Regdar felt much safer speaking to him. "So, can you talk?" Azilrog flexed his hand a few more times before reaching over and pulling a frozen letter from his burned satchel. "Dabu. This too." "Oh, shit. What's this?" Regdar pulled the letter that the Commander intended for the Ebon Blade open, scanning its words quickly. It detailed Azilrog's lack of professionalism ever since coming to Sanctuary, and concluded with a polite request for the Ebon Blade to go fuck themselves. Regdar grinned. "Imagine my surprise. 'Azilrog doesn't play well with others.' Alright, I'm going to talk to Dessim about getting you some new armor. But, uh... do you know where Catalinetta is? I'm trying to find her before those fuckhole paladins do." Azilrog, for the first time in a very long time, sneered, as he leaned up to Regdar. "Arath'dorei Manor. Eversong Forest." He grabbed onto the other orc's arm. "Fix me and we move." "Ugh. Elves. Why do they have to have such wimpy names for everything?" He accompanied with that a good natured laugh. "Don't tell her I said that." Regdar looked to the two carrying Azilrog. "I need to go get some stuff together, you two get him ready to rock and let our boys know that we're ready to roll out." They both nodded Azilrog's grin cut across his burnt face, his icy teeth disturbing against the black flesh. "Swobu. Everson fit'chure." The Death Knights carrying him began to aid the near-skeleton to the armory, while Regdar immediately head out to meet with. The elf was found at the forges as usual. Most smiths, her included, had taken to mass producing the new design of Demonsteel blades paying homage to the Xorothian nights they had bested. Despite the din of hammers her head snapped up as he approached with purpose, her eyes narrowed as if trying to match a name to his face. "Need something?" One of our own lost his armor in a scuffle," Regdar reported. "He needs something new, maybe a new Runeblade as well, I'm not exactly sure when it comes to that." "What was he fighting, a nuke?" She blinked. Armor could be damaged, weapons could be shattered, but losing it all at once must have meant a rather brutal defeat. "I didn't ask. But I'm also hoping that we can get this as a rush job? Me and Azilrog have somewhere to be and I want to make sure he's in tip top shape." Regdar considered for a moment his own weapons, two saronite, 'double-bladed axes hanging at his hips. "When EVERYTHING is a rush job, nothing is, people just become whiny bastards insistent on instant gratification. Tell him to get down here, i'll need his measurements. If he's in a big hurry tell him to take a blade from the new line. Otherwise i'm gonna need some details." "He's gonna need some time for the necromancers to put some flesh back on his bones. And when they do, I'm not exactly sure he'll have the same measurements?" Regdar tapped his foot impatiently. He really didn't have time to wait. "Eh, you know what? I'll just let him take care of all this. I got someplace to be. Thanks, though." "Flesh back on his... Eesh. Suffer well." Regdar continued out. "I'm gonna go check this out. Thanks for the heads up. I'm always happy to help out the cause," he said, backpedalling before turning into a run through Acherus. Dessim jogged towards the lower levels. If Azilrog needed to be put back together he would probably be with the Master of Blood. However, Azilrog was curiously absent from the Blood Pool, instead being armored in a set of Ebon plate meant for a large forsaken or a heavily built human. The burnt flesh had been cleaned off his bones, almost entirely an orcish skeleton. " Azilrog." She called out, stopping short. She wouldn't have recognized him if not for Regdar's vague description. "Dessim." Whatever remained of his orcish voice was gone, torn and scorched from what used to be his throat, only the sound of the Scourge remained. He latched a hood to his chestplate and pulled it over his head. "Nothing keeps you down. Heard you needed new equipment." "New kalkan takes too long. Reserve kalkan will do." He rolled his bone shoulders, moving over to a table with a large unholy runeblade on it. He strapped the blade onto his back and tightened his gloves. "Traitor will die gol'kosh." "Gol'kosh? Listen to yourself you're barely intelligible and you're gonna go hunt a turncoat?" "Old Orcish. By my hand. She needs to be brought in. The Silver Hand will not have the skraefa." Dessim paused. "What? Why not? Wasn't she their excuse?" "If the Red one is going, so am I. Elven judgement will not override the Ebon Blade's." Azilrog started to march towards the gryphon stables. "Truce or no, I await karanzol nash." " ... Well have fun,” said Dessim. “Try not to get yourself killed." The elf shook her head and went back to her forge. She wouldn't rush a set for a man who seemed addicted to getting his ass killed Azilrog nodded, shouting through the stables. "KULKODAR!" A massive undead dragon flapped up from the lower levels, landing in front of the orcish skeleton. Mounting the unholy beast, Azilrog snarled, visions of the Clans infighting on their dying world while the Horde fought on Azeroth. The wolves gnashing at each other would come to a head today, and either escalate to war, or end now. "Karanzol." The Death Knight barked to his dragon, the beast roaring and flying from the Archerus
  21. Hearthstone buzz… "Catalinetta, where are you?" asked Julilee. Cat answered quickly. "Arath'dorei Manor, ma'am. Everything okay?" "Stay there, and don't tell anyone you're there, all right? Some people are looking for you, and not friendly ones." Ghost spoke into the Hearthstone.. "I was killing demons. Ebon blade caught me. I fought for my life. ended up Incarcerated.. turns out.. they wanted my allegiance fighting the Legion. I gave it to them as long as it did not violate my oath. If anyone touches one of the sanctuary I would defend them with my life." Juli spoke again. "The Ebon Blade incarcerated you and demanded your allegiance?" "Yes.. they did.. He cut me on my shoulder.. He hit me in my head he ruined my armor.. not that it was very good armor.." Catalinetta waited for him to finish before speaking again. "Uh.. okay. I'll stay here until you say so.. uh.. who's looking for me?" "Would you like company Catalinetta?" asked Ghost. "No. No I'm fine,” she answered. “I'm with my fiance." "I will be in the kitchen if you need me." Cat was becoming impatient. "Ma'am, what's going on?" "I'll.. tell you later. Just don't take any visitors, all right? And I mean any. Even people you know. All right?" Juli instructed. Azilrog suddenly interjected. "Is your fiancee the one with the hairless child body?" A few moments passed, and an irate sounding Kreyen spoke through Cat’s hearthstone. "Are you the sort of creep that rifles through people's stuff, or the sort that peeps through holes in the showers? Either one is pretty distasteful, but just so we're clear..." Azilrog spoke again. "I'll take that as confirmation." Juli interrupted. "Let's not." "Oooo, a spooky creep,” Kreyen continued. “You could try to come check on the child if you like, but I doubt it'd be what you expected. Anyway...shouldn't there be...you know, rules against this sort of behavior? That's a pretty gross invasion of privacy or something, isn't it?" "Azilrog,” Julie said firmly. “I'll need to speak to you. Later." Kreyen didn’t let the matter drop. "After repeated harassment, I should hope so Commander. If your death knight comes anywhere near here I can assure you there will be problems." "He won't," Juli said simply. Azilrog’s gravelly voice interjected once more. "I recommend dealing with your traitor problem first Liene." "I'm not interested in taking recommendations from you at this point. We'll speak more later." Azilrog spoke on last time. "Not if the Silver Hand gets to her first." ___________________________________________________________________ Azilrog slammed on Juli’s office door "Come in." Juli was standing in front of her desk. Azilrog stomped inside and shut the door behind him. Juli picked up a sealed letter from her desk and held him out to him. "Please bring this to your chain of command," she says.(edited) Azilrog took the letter and tucked it into a satchel on his waist. "Will that be all?" "No, that's all," she said, "forever, actually. No need to come back." "Why?" The large orc folded his plated arms across his chest. She looked at him. She knew she'd be required to give him some sort of explanation, much as she felt she shouldn't have to. "Your judgment is beyond questionable. You have done nothing, absolutely nothing, for Sanctuary except cause problems and create strife. And the Ebon Blade themselves have attacked their own allies and are not an organization Sanctuary sees itself as needing to have an emissary for. Any other questions?" "And yet the Silver Hand and the Blood Knights reside in Sanctuary as well, who hunt and intend to butcher one of your own as they already have ours. Why me, and not the elves?" "I'll be dealing with them. Any other questions?" "Alienating the Ebon Blade will do you no favors." Azilrog rasped, his voice hoarse. "What problems and strife have I caused? Why is my judgement questioned?" She gave him a long look. "If you're unaware of any issues you've caused, starting with your recent comments over the hearthstone, that's just more evidence of your bad judgment. Now, if there's nothing else, I have other business to attend to." "If you are referring to my investigation of Catalinetta's whereabouts and the ransacking of her room, Bloodborne allowed me access and indicated no trouble. As to all my activities I only act to the orders of the Ebon Blade, as do your Paladins, as you follow the Warchief." He rubbed his coif. "I imagine you've already told my daughter of your decision." Juli blinked once. "Are you unaware of Shokkra's condition?" "I am not. Has it changed?" "Not since Karthok kidnapped her, no. I didn't realize you hadn't been informed." "Karthok is alive?" "For the time being." She wasn’t without sympathy, but remained businesslike overall. "We are doing everything we can to locate Shokkra and bring her back to safety." Azilrog was silent for a long moment. "I'm sorry you're only hearing this now," said Juli. "I should have informed you personally. It was an oversight and not intentional." "Well fuck me in the ass and call me Susan is my wife here too?" Azilrog completely lost his stoic temperament, setting his hands on his hips and pacing. Juli blinked once again. "Yes? Had you not spoken to her?" Azilrog stopped. He turned to Juli. "Shana. Is here?" "Yes," she said, then, unable to help herself, "What have you even been doing here? You're an emissary to Sanctuary, with free run of our entire guildhouse and complete access to our hearthstone communications, but you've only paid enough attention to butt into the places where you were the most unwelcome?" She shakes her head. "Talk to your wife if you like, but then you should go." Azilrog opened the door outwards, breaking it and running down the hall. Juli stared. ___________________________________________________________________ Shana knelt in the garden surrounded by her totems, meditating. She wore her light furs and shamanic robes, growing more accustomed to the spring weather. The Greatmother sighed, in tune with her elements. Azilrog stepped into the garden, radiating undeath. The grass died and rotted as he steps through it. Shana squinted, detecting the sudden imbalance and opened her eyes, turning as she got to her feet. She snorted at the Death Knight, watching him indignantly. "What are you doing here abomination?" Azilrog stopped, watching Shana back. He stayed there in silence, allowing himself to breathe out of reflex rather than necessity. "Wor'shana?" Shana stopped, her breath catching in her throat. No one called her by that name, no one knew her by that name. It was old orcish, only those from before Thrall's Horde knew that name. Her eyes widened, though kept her accusatory look somewhat. "Who..." Azilrog unclasped the coif protecting his throat, then the strap keeping his helm on, dropping them both to the ground. He maintained a rough, short white beard and shaven head. His skin was blue, as were his eyes. He looked older than he did when they last saw each other, but then again so did she. Shana gasped, bringing her only hand up to cover her mouth as she gaped. "Azilrog?" She took steps towards the undead hulk before her, keeping her gaze fixed on his features. "Azilrog..." She said, reaching up to rub his nearly frozen cheek. Azilrog collapsed onto his knees, wrapping his plated arms around her fur covered body. "You're as beautiful as the day I was lost." Fire engulfed Azilrog. "YOU WHORESON!" Shana kicked into her husband's chest, knocking the burning death knight over. Water doused Shana off as she starts stomping on his chest. "SIXTEEN YEARS!" The fire was up her legs as she stomps him, burning her wolf furs and robes. "SIXTEEN YEARS AND YOU RETURN THE SAME AS GOREFIEND?!" Azilrog began to roll around to dampen the flames, screaming. Shana pulled the axe from her waist and hacked at his armor. "I REMAINED FAITHFUL TO YOU TO HONOR YOUR MEMORY!" "I RAISED OUR CHILDREN ALONE!" Shana cleaved into Azilrog's smoldering shoulder. The garden began to burn as well. "THE BLACKROCK NEARLY KILLED ME!" Azilrog got to his feet and jumped into the pond, the water dousing the flames. Shana changed strategies, using the water to form a small water spout that lifted Azilrog up, flooding his body with it. "AND YOU RETURN NOW?! NOW OF ALL TIMES?!" Azilrog flailed, attempting to escape. Shana froze the water inside and outside Azilrog with just his head out of the ice. "Who in Hellscream’s name do you think you are?" "Sh-" The words caught in Azilrog's throat as it filled with ice. He rested, immobile before stepping through the shadowlands and dropping out of the abstract ice sculpture. "Shana you're being unreasonable." He rasped, getting to his feet as Shana's axe bites into the meat between shoulder and neck. "I'M being unreasonable? What right do you have to call me unreasonable?!" She ripped the axe out before hacking in again, this time hitting bone as his black blood oozes out. Azilrog groaned, a shadowy claw reaching from the ground to strangulate Shana. The Greatmother gasps for breath, dropping her hold on the axe. As the Death Knight stood, up he pulled the axe from his shoulder and tossed it aside. "I could've just never come back. I came to see you as soon as I learned you were here." Shana growled as she squirmed, a storm elemental forming behind Azilrog and sending shocks through his system. Shana dropped to her knees and breathed, the elemental enveloping the Death Knight in a flurry of lightning and shearing wind. Some of his plate is taken off by the furious blows, and he was barely able to stand the onslaught. The Greatmother snarled, pushing Azilrog down on his chest after the elemental ceased the carnage. "You left." Shana grit her teeth, pressing her burnt boot into his back. "Nothing you ever say or do can justify that, or excuse that. To me, to Shokkra, or to Karthok." She stepped off the nearly immobile orc's back, the elemental fizzling out as she left her former mate in the ash.
  22. After some time, the paladin Cerryan Vyel, Crusader of the Silver Hand and Marshal of Sanctuary, answered the call to return to Light's Hope. Resplendent in crystal-laden platemail of white and gold and wrapped in the Phoenix-crested purple tabard of Sanctuary, the golden-haired Blood Elf strode through the chapel halls towards the one who summoned him, one who he had met before. "Justicar Tamaryth, it is good to see you again." Cerryan nodded in respect to the paladin, a soft smile on his marred face. I have come as requested, how can I be of service?" T'suro followed behind him, his black and red armor with gold accents framing his form well, the tabard of the Blood Knights splashed onto his chest. He saluted the Justicar. "Anu'belore. Knight-Lord T'suro Sunspear of the Blood Knights, and Blood Knight envoy to Sanctuary. I hope I'm not intruding by coming with him." Raelana glanced up, her notes scattered around her and her tabard, torn and inside out, laid out on the chair next to her. A needle and thread were woven into the tabard, her repair work clearly something to be admired. Feeling a bit disheveled, she quickly ran her fingers through her red hair and attempted to adjust the armor she is wearing discreetly. Finally satisfied with the impression she made, she rest her hands on the hilt of the blade at her side. Bowing her head slightly at T'suro, she then focused on the other blood elf standing before her, her curiosity peaked. T'suro noticed Raelana and looks her over before giving her a bow in return. Cerryan also took note of the redheaded paladin, nodding politely as he tried to determine if he knew her already, her own gaze causing him to arch a brow. "The scarring isn't particularly appealing, I know. I'm sure it's rather curious, in a grim way." Raelana raised her eyes slowly, taking the opportunity to admire his scars. Her face relaxed and her head tilted to the side as she studied, it a half smile forming. "In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity," she finally said quietly, glancing down briefly at the fresh scar on her own arm before looking up and meeting his eyes. "You can tell a lot about someone from their scars and I'm sure you have quite the stories to tell. I look forward to you telling me them soon," she stated matter of factly. She continued to look at him another minute, before finally turning to Tamaryth. Clearing her throat, she said more assertively, "Would you like to debrief them or shall I?" Tamaryth nodded at Cerryan, and let her gaze flick over T'suro. She doesn't look particularly impressed with the latter, and the former drew her gaze back as she regarded his prominent new scar. Something about her serious mien seemed familiar, although it carried a sharp edge that seemed out of place. "I'll handle it," she responded to Raelana. "In short, the one who gave you that scar," she said to Cerryan, "needs to be brought to justice." Cerryan was not exactly relaxed, but her word's made him stand rigidly. The soft smile on his face faded, returning it to the more recently common hard stare he wore more often than not these days. He nodded tentatively at Tamaryth, choosing his words slowly from behind his mouth before speaking them. "I am in agreement with you, Justicar. The betrayal of all the Ebon Blade is heinous crime that -must- see justice. In truth I had hoped that this was the reason I was called here today, that we might start the pursuit of justice for the wrongs done to us in the midst of our world's darkest hour. I understand of course that the Legion is the Great Enemy, but we cannot allow those who are meant to be our allies to violate our trust and the sanctity of our order without punishment." He subconsciously gripped a hand into a tight fist. "Light knows what devilry the Ebon Blade will commit next, if they believe themselves above rebuke." T'suro listened to both of them in abject shock, glancing between the both of them before interjecting. "I must object to this! I agree that the Ebon Blade needs to be brought to justice... but it should be the EBON BLADE ITSELF that we deal with, not every single Death Knight on the planet. I know the one who scarred Cerryan. Her actions were not her own, and she's trying desperately to redeem herself for her crimes. She even renounced the Blade." T'suro turned to Cerryan defiantly. "You're one of Sanctuary's officers. How do you think the Commander will react if you try to arrest one of her own, right under her nose?" "If Sanctuary is as righteous as it says it is, it will be glad to turn over an avowed traitor," Tamaryth said scythingly. "Though from what I've heard of that guild, I am prepared for the worst. In any case, appropriate punishment must be meted out to deter not only the Ebon Blade from committing more and worse heinous acts, but any others from following their example. Order must be maintained." She stared T'suro down. "Who are you here representing, exactly?" Cerryan's frown deepened. "You assume too much, T'suro. I would take no action to 'arrest' Catalinetta without first consulting the Commander; I hardly need to fall further in her graces. But neither do I accept the pretense that Cat was not in control of her actions, that she had no alternative but to follow orders and slaughter innocents, or that she should be considered wholly innocent of her crimes because she's serving Sanctuary's continued mission." He returned his gaze to Tamaryth and nodded firmly. "Justice must be served, and deterrence must be established. The Silver Hand has not sacrificed as much as it has to be stepped on by any who would think to use our hallowed dead as tortured puppets imprisoned in their own hollow shells." T'suro tried to form a response to Tamaryth's question, but instead, he faltered. After trying to stammer something out, the Blood Knight hung his head in dejection and clenched a fist. "Loyalty to Quel'Thalas and its' rulers is paramount to all else." He said, with almost a sad, conflicted roboticism. "My leader has seen it fit to join the Silver Hand..." He grunted and shook his head. "I will obey, or else risk becoming a fugitive of my people." Raelana narrowed her eyes slightly at the conversation, a frown forming on here face. She picked up her notes and looked over them briefly. She spoke quietly to herself as she reviewed them, but loud enough to be overheard by those around her. "The Ebon Blade attacks, trying to turn Tirion into one of their own. Then they offer up Catalinetta as a symbol of peace. It doesn't make sense...." She trailed off in thought briefly before realizing no one else said anything and she was being overheard. She flushed in slight embarrassment, used to working alone, but played it off. "I understand the desire for justice, but there are other issues we need to consider. The relationship with the Ebon Blade is already extremely weak and now you want to add Sanctuary on top of that? Not to mention the fact that we haven't even spoken to Catalinetta yet to see what information we can procure from her." She shook her head slightly and furrowed her brow thinking. Finally, she turned to Cerryan and asks "Did you know Catalinetta was the one who attacked you?" She gestured to T'suro, "It seems everyone else did." "No one said we were adding Sanctuary 'on top of' anything," Tamaryth said crisply. "Merely that we need to be prepared considering their reputation for some intransigence, and if they are aiding and abetting a war criminal, then that will be a matter of our concern." She looked at Cerryan. "Please do brief us as to the current state of affairs within Sanctuary on this matter, including the criminal and yourself." "Yes, of course." His tone was softer now, though not without the stern edge. His frown saddened at T'suro's defeated compliance, but he nodded at Tamaryth and continues. "First and foremost, you need not worry about conflict with Sanctuary. We are fighting for peace, and for justice, in the name of the Horde and all Azeroth. This is a matter of justice; we will be on the side of it." "As for Catalinetta," He paused, fidgeting slightly and clicking his jaw. "Yes, I knew that it was her the moment before she struck me down. She did not know that it was me she was attacking, according to her, but whether or not her words are honest I am no different from any one of us who fell that day, and there was little measure of restraint to her actions." His jaw clenched as his bitter words hung a moment in the air. The paladin took a measured breath and exhaled slowly before continuing, the rehashed irritation in his tone not calmed by the attempt. "By the order of Commander Julilee Liene, the leader of Sanctuary, our fold's namesake is extended to the death knight. Catalinetta asserts that she has divorced herself from the Ebon Blade, and their attempts to 'reclaim' her were rebuffed, but she also claims to be repentant. If she truly means that, then she will do what is right and speak to her deeds." "You cannot repent for atrocities simply by switching the banner under which you stand," Tamaryth said, witheringly, though it was more directed at the concept than the person who may have implied it. "Certainly not the amount of pain and death she is responsible for. And--" She stopped short. "Did you say Julilee Liene?" Cerryan was about to cut in defensively, catching himself off-guard with the inclination, when Tamaryth suddenly shifted direction. "Ah...yes, that's right. Commander Liene has lead Sanctuary since before the campaign to Draenor." Tamaryth muttered something under her breath, something about 'recuse' before suddenly turning and walking away. She went over to Najme and spent some time speaking with her. T'suro blinked and lifted his head in confusion. "...So now what?" Raelana smirked slightly as Tamaryth walked away, then beckoned her page to come over from another room with a nod of her head. His eyes glistened as he walked up, clearly excited to have something to do. She folded a piece of parchment and sealed it with her stamp and handed it to the page. "Take my steed and don't leave without a response," she said discreetly. His eyes went wide and he bowed, then ran off. She sat down, leaning back in her chair and crossing her almost bare legs, then pulled a bright red apple out of her bag. Taking a bite into the crisp flesh, she put it down and flipped open a book on the table. She glanced at some notes, then picked up her tabbard and continued the repair work. Upon moving the tabbard, a completely different set of damaged armor was revealed which looked significantly more conservative than what she had on. She looked up at the two paladins standing before her. "Come. Sit with me. Who knows how long she'll be and we can certainly continue discussing while she's away. Are you hungry or thirsty?" Without an answer, she motioned to a young paladin and sent him away to get some drinks and food. She looked back up at the two, who are staring at her. She glanced around, then asked, "What?" T'suro glanced a Cerryan befre taking her offer, taking a seat while still hanging his head. Raelana looked at T'suro and smiles slightly. "You did well in battle the other day. I was glad to have you fighting by my side." She glanced at her armor. "I could have done without the repair bill though. I hope you fared much better than I did." She beckoned another young paladin and motioned at her damaged armor. "Take these to the blacksmith to be repaired, she should recognize my plate. Please and thank you." The first young paladin from before came back with several bags of food and pitchers of water and wine. He tripped slightly and Raelana jumped up to catch him. After taking the bags and pitchers from him, she tips him a gold coin for his troubles. She then lay out the food and drinks out on the table and sat back down. Cerryan took T'suro's lead, sinking into the other chair in quiet contemplation. He was caught off guard by the enthusiasm of the paladin hosting them, juxtaposed with the weight of the conversation that had just taken place. His remaining ear twitched at her mention of fighting alongside T'suro, and he lifted his head to regard her with a furrowed brow. "You were there, at the attack on Shal'Aran?" T'suro nodded. "I thought I recognized you." "Indeed, I was. I had been pulled from my previous mission to come here to assist with the investigation and hopefully to repair relations. We need everyone cooperating if we're going to win." She flipped her tabard around, but unsatisfied with her work flipped it back to continue repairing it. "After befriending some of your comrades, I was asked by if I would assist in loading out. I showed up and so did the enemy." She frowned slightly, "It was a very bloody battle. I did what I could for those refugees before turning my blade on the enemy..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath in and exhaling forcefully. She looked at her tabard again, then smiles and laughs, "I don't mind a good battle, but I do so wish it hadn't been my GOOD armor this time. I'm sure I make quite the impression in what I have on now and not necessarily the one I want to make." She waved at her red, barely there armor. "This is way more comfortable to fight in anyway, but I didn't have time to change." She flipped her tabard outside in reveling the blood knight crest. She inspected her handiwork and finally satisfied said, "There, I think it's finally repaired." She set the tabard on the table and stood up, bending across the table in a quite revealing way to grab one of the pitchers and the mugs. She didn’t seem to notice how much she was revealing or if she does, she doesn't care. She poured everyone a drink and then sat back down. T'suro blinked, observing the girl's rather... flippant armor choice. He had often seen armor like that, but always kept silent. However, seeing the Blood Knight tabard drew his curiousity. "Why wear armor like that though? It barely protects anything..." Raelana glanced down at her armor and grinned slyly. "Because I'm very good at what I do," she said with a wink. She paused a moment before smiling broadly. "You'd be surprised at the advantages it can have. Having an exposed part of my body means I likely know where people are aiming for. They often think to go for spots which are exposed when actually the best spot to go for...," she lifted her arm and points at a spot underneath her arm and between the breastplate, "...is right here." She chuckled a little before continuing. "It also means most people are stopping to stare briefly, another advantage. And they think I don't know what I'm doing, because of my armor choices, but before taking my current position I lead battles for well over ten years." She took a sip of water and then pulled out a silvery runed rod out of her bag along with some vials of dust and crystals. She said some words and wove some magic into her armor. "It helps that I have a few other tricks up my sleeves as well." "Plus I look good." T'suro rolled his eyes, trying not to look her over. "Well, I won’t deny that... what rank are you, if you don't mind me asking?" "Oh, dear me. Introductions were never made, were they. Ambassador Raelana de Bergerac, at your service." She bowed her head slightly at the two in front of her. "I serve as one of Lady Liadrin's personal advisors, but one of my specialties is in diplomacy. Hence why I was sent here." T'suro nodded a bit, offering her a brief salute. "Greetings Raelana. I'm T'suro Sunspear, and I'm a Knight-Lord in the Blood Knights." T'suro nodded a bit. "It's sort of the same rank as a Champion, but managing troops instead of training them." Raelana leaned over and grasped T'suro's arm, squeezing gently in recognition. "A noble rank indeed. It takes a lot of hard work to reach such an accomplished title." She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. "And you've joined with Sanctuary as well? What is your role with them?" "I act as the official Emissary of the Blood Knights, acting in official capacity to bridge relatons between the two." Raelana nodded and made a few notes on a piece of parchment. She stole a look at the other blood elf briefly before giving him a small smile and turning back to T'suro. "I'm certain you can understand the gravity of the situation we're faced here. I have my own opinions and thoughts, but I'd like to hear your unbiased opinion first on the matter at hand." She glanced back at the blonde blood elf. "Well, both of your opinions, when you're ready to discuss." She took another bite of her apple, finishing it off, then discarded the core in a nearby bin. "And do, please, help yourself to the refreshments on the table if you're so inclined." Cerryan took no refreshments, but nodded passively at her request for his eventual perspective. He appeared to still be emotionally conflicted, and remained silent as he listens to the others speak. T'suro bit his lip before speaking. "I'm... torn. I want the Ebon Blade to pay for what they've done... but I genuinely believe that pursuing Cat, who wants nothing more to do with them, is the wrong course of action." The Blood Knight huffed. "I want to protect my fellow member of Sanctuary... but as an active Blood Knight, pledged to the cause of the Silver Hand, I might be forced to bring her to her execution." The elf helped himself to an apple after speaking. Raelana nodded, thinking for a moment to herself, then pulling a small book from a pocket hidden inside her breastplate. She flipped through it, stopping at a page and looking at it thoughtfully, then pushed it back into her breastplate. Leaning forward to T'suro and said in a whispered voice, "I think she's a scapegoat." She picked up a small muffin and popped it into her mouth, satisfied to finally say that out loud. "The way I see it, there's two issues. The first: I'm not satisfied that the Ebon Blade is just... done. To do what they did, something of that magnitude, isn't just something that you let go. I think they're planning something. But there's no indication of that other than my hunch, which makes it incredibly difficult to get people to see the bigger picture." She paused to look at the other blood elf at the table. "Sir Vyel, your reputation proceeds you and it is an honor to finally make your acquaintance. I do so hope once this over we might have some time to talk over a drink," she said boldly. "Of course, the second issue is the matter of what she did to you. I'm happy to providing my services to you. I prefer punishments fit the crime, but I also believe that we can all repent and be rehabilitated. Ultimately, it would be your choice how you wish to proceed." She paused, looking between the two. "If we take this path, I believe the next step would be to question her and get as much information from her. Which means we may need to keep up 'appearances' for a bit. Thoughts?" Cerryan more or less tuned back in at Raelana's mention of him, but his countenance remained impassive. "Once this is over there are other matters to deal with. Threats to the whole of the world, and all that." He clicked his jaw, turning to T'suro. "Nobody has yet said a word about executions. The Silver Hand is not a totalitarian order. Catalinetta may be done with the Ebon Blade, but that does not make her exempt from the crimes that she committed while under their banner, as Justicar Tamaryth said. She is still responsible for the part she played, and may have information or insight that will help us bring the Blade to justice. Whether or not she is willing or able to repent is none of my concern, but I agree that the next step is to have her speak to her actions and provide the Silver Hand with whatever information she can offer." He sighed, looking down and sounding as uncaring as he can. "What they decide to do with her from there is... is also none of my concern." Raelana raised an eyebrow before pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes slightly. She grabbed a new sheet of parchment and with flourish wrote a quick letter. After sealing it, she flagged down her herald, and handed him a sack of gold. "I'm not going to make it. Be quick and when you get there give him this letter and send my apologies for cancelling." Adding with whispered, "Tell him I'll make it up to him... later." She winked, the herald turned bright red, bowed, and ran off. "Now where were we." She rubbed her forhead. "Ah yes, Catalinetta." Raelana looked at Cerryan and crisply stated, "Vyel, since you have no strong feelings as to what happens to her, there should be no issues bringing her here under the guise of arrest and allowing us to question her." "High Justicar now," Tamaryth said, returning. She turned to Raelana, eyebrows rising. "Guise of arrest? She committed a crime. No guise is required. Unless you don't believe Sir Cerryan's account of what transpired?" she asked. "Or many others of those present. It's very cute that you want to afford this Catalinetta every chance at innocence, but don't let that stand in the way of achieving justice, or you'll only invite more injustice into this world. Now, since it seems I don't get to recuse myself in this matter, shall we head out to this Sanctuary?" Raelana sighed loudly and stood up. "As I was explaining, I don't think the Blade is done. I believe she is their scapegoat. We need her cooperation, but we also need to the Blade to think we are buying their story." She grit her teeth. "If you want her to cooperate, you need her to think it's a ruse. You can arrest her later and have her stand trial if need be." Tamaryth cast a look over Raelana at the sigh. "And as I said, your theory is very cute, but unproven. There is evidence that points to her guilt beyond mere complicity. If you compromise this investigation by indulging a naive refusal to believe in the facts, there will be consequences. But we will afford Catalinetta, and Julilee, a chance to explain themselves." She scowled at that. "They will have their opportunity to cooperate, in other words. That will be sufficient." She then looked to Cerryan and T'suro, the latter only getting a brief, grudging glance. "Will you accompany us?" T'suro sighed and stood, giving the Blood Knight salute, complacent in form, his face still racked with inner turmoil. "Light's will be done." Raelana stretched, cracking her back and nec. She paused mid-stretch, noticing those who stared at her, then shrugged and said, "Old war injuries. They take their toll after awhile." She went back to stretching, took a moment to check on her wound, then packed up her notes. Her herald, who had just run back out of breath, bowed to her and edged closer. Raelana turned her ear to the herald who whispered something in her ear and handed her a letter. She opened, then shut it quickly. Her eyes lit up and she blushed deeply across her whole body. Again whispering something back to the herald, she handed him some more money. "Please don't take too long in getting that message back." She smiled, then motioned to her bags and notes, "And please have these sent to my room. You can use this to access it." She handed a smallish book to the herald, then tucked some notes into another hidden pocket near the inner thigh of her legplates. She then looked at the three others and smiles. "Well, shall we get going? I'd like to get this started." "Yes, let's," Tamaryth said, turning to depart for the portal to Dalaran. Cerryan stood as well, his face devoid of emotion. He nodded at the High Justicar, then to the others, and moved to keep pace with Tamaryth. "I do trust that we go to Sanctuary in good will as well as in pursuit of justice. Commander Julilee is a good and level-headed leader, but if pressed she will not hesitate to defend her own. The Ebon filth that came to claim Cat learned this firsthand, and I would not wish to see a similar incident from the order that we all serve. I am Sanctuary's Marshal, please allow me to take point in speaking with Commander Liene." Tamaryth regarded Cerryan for a moment, then nodded. She was generally reluctant to cede control but in this, with him, she would. "Very well." Raelana glanced at T'suro and shook her head slightly before following behind the other two. T'suro stepped through the portal, looking tense all the while.
  23. Azilrog stepped through a Death Gate to Archerus' sparring level. He dragged the unconscious form of Ghostslayer behind him. "SUNSONG!" He shouted out, his voice grating. Ghostslayer’s death grip was to his ice-like blades still sliding along behind him left frost in their wake. The tauren was not only unconscious, but also had a bloody Shoulder from the slide of his weapon. He was missing his full chest plate, his helmet was cracked in and falling off, almost the leaving a shoulder piece dragging along his form, and his thigh plates were gone. Spirits hovered around Ghostslayer like a moth to a flame. Sunsong answered the call, her brow furrowed at the sight before her. "Well that didn't take lomg," she said gruffly. "Azilrog, you have performed admirably. Put him in a cell and I will see to him." Azilrog nodded and took Ghostslayer to a cell as Sunsong followed close behind, locking the cell door once Azilrog had Ghostslayer situated. "I will see to him once he wakes. You are dismissed, Azilrog. Though you may want to keep an eye on that guild you reside in. There may be trouble. Stay out of it." Azilrog nodded. "I will maintain my efforts on the Broken Shore. Sanctuary has proven to be a breeding ground for naive rebels." He saluted and marched off. A spirit lingered close to the cell, curious if it could ride Ghostslayer. After all, he was an easy ride, one of the many tortured beings the Ebon Blade had slain. It would get it's vengeance through this death knight. The human's cold presence ended up right behind the large tauren. It could be seen for a brief moment, the skin sullen and the eyes red before Ghost turned and gripped the spirit. It screamed out in terror as the tauren absorbed it into its form, clinging to it like a cat suffocating its prey. The ice around the cell built like a winter wonderland, and the wound at the Tauren's back healed along with the wound on his head. The blood, however, was still there. He tore his helmet off and threw it to the ground, getting up on legs that were once again strong. Ghostslayer peered out of the cage with purple eyes. "You," Sunsong said to the tauren with an even voice. "Explain yourself. You have been telling people a story about being exiled." Ghostslayer seethed, looking at the cage around him, the bars icing over. He clopped back and forth his eyes, turning blue as he watched the other death knight like a cat behind bars. "It is not a lie. I was cast out and attacked for many years. Why are there words why have you not done worse like the Lich king would have?" Sunsong folded her arms. "Maybe we can still use a fool like you. Tell me your story. Who cast you out?" He watched her, flicking his ear and crouching down. His tail swished slowly. "Highlord Darkmoon. He cast me out for killing his daughter." He said simply. Watching Sunsong, he slid his fingers along he ice in his cage. "When I was free of the lich king. The spirits saw me as fresh meat I could not control myself." Sunsong furrowed her brow. "So another death knight saw fit to banish you for killing his own blood. I see. Well," she huffed, clearly irritated. "He is no longer here. I would welcome you back to the Ebon Blade." "Welcome I would appreciate but I have been oathed, and the oath may conflict with what you would have me do." He said simply. "Why is the silver hand hunting us?" Sunsong clicked her teeth. "They are not hunting us. A few paladins have a grudge regarding our mission to Light's Hope. That is all." He watched the other Tauren and slides his right shoulder pad off and his gauntlets, then the seat of his armor only wearing underpants now. "Grudges will be held. It is the way of things. What would you use me for?" "You are a death knight," Sunsong said flatly. "You will be 'used' to defeat the Legion, to the best of your ability. We do what the living cannot." He seemed to consider this. "I fight the legion anyways. And of the Paladins that wish to kill us?" He shifted, looking behind the tauren, his blue eyes turning to her as if reading her. "The paladins wish to bring us to justice. They are not so stupid as to want to kill us all." "Some of them are. We are scourge to them. I have fought my fair share of Zealots. I would think I would gain certain perks for this? A new set of armor and access to a rune forge? And perhaps a more steady supply of ghosts to feast upon? Souls that are used for us are not put towards the Legion." He came close to the bars. It was cold, but some of the ice cracked off and fell where he grips the bars. "Are we planning self defense or diplomacy with those that aim to kill us?" Sunsong raised an eyebrow to the Ghost Slayer, her arms still folded across her chest. "We have provided them with a leave offering, so that we might continue to harmoniously work together. That is none of your concern. What is your concern is the fight against the Legion, which we will see finished. In return for your allegiance, you will have access to the runeforge that will grant your blade greater power. The Acherus and all its reaources will be open to you." He scratched his back and looked over his shoulder at the blood caked there, then looked back to Sunsong. "Things have changed. Besides fighting the Legion what do you expect of my allegiance to the Ebon blade?" He inquired. "I will not harm an innocent and I will not be included in a petty war agains the alliance I will protect people I will not outright harm them unless it harms the legion." "I think you will find that there are no 'innocents' in this world," Sunsong practically growled. "But we have no intention of taking any aggression against anyone but the Legion." His blue eyes focus in on her. Clopping his hooves, he let go of the bars and crossed his arms. "Innocence is not being of the legion. There is a difference between us and the Legion. We have the freedom of choice to be better than we were made to be. " He stepped from the bars, eyeing the tauren, his tail swishing and his hooves sliding along the ice. "You will have my allegiance. But I will not violate my oath in doing so." "Fine," Sunsong huffed in resignation, opening the cell door. He watched Sunsong as the cell opened, clopping hooves to step out of it. "Good to be fighting again. Better than just surviving." "Stay out of trouble," Sunsong warned, pointing toward Ghost Slayer firmly. "We do not have time to go looking for rogue death knights. There is a war to be fought." He looked to the Tauren. "Trouble is how we learn." He says idly. "I do not make allegiances lightly." "Nor does the Ebon Blade. Now go. The Broken Shore requires assistance, and there are few who can provide the strength that our kind demonstrates." He nodded and headed up to the forge. First, to obtain replacement armor. Then to have his blades forged.
  24. Regdar lit another candle as he poured over the legal documents in the hall of records assisted by one of the fat custodians in breaking down the specifics of each individual interpretation of horde law. The orcs, though the documents of the various races that appeared as well, did not seem particularly fascinated with legal nuance, and the number of awkward loopholes created by the disparate documents of seven.different races and cultures was truly astounding. But no matter where Regdar looked, the answer seemed to remain the same. No matter which why he examined or argued the problem in his head, the problem at hand offered only one solution. And that solution was awful indeed for Catalinetta.

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