Post by Finbarr
(A/N: this came a little quicker than I expected, just felt an urge to write. I have a guest star in this one, too ;] )
-------------------------------------------Your will is not your own.
Your mind and body are instruments.
Instruments that I control.
Your weapon is but a finger,
and you are but a hand,
of my vengeance.
Your will is not your own.
Wiping the blood off of his blade, the draenei walks out of the pit, leaving the corpse in a somewhat vulgar position. A faint, arrogant applause can be heard from above the pit.
"Well done. Your first task is complete."
The draenei lifts his brow in acknowledgment, and continues to walk to the human in the cyan-shaded armor. A smirk forms on his face as the human ends his applause and begins to take the sword from the draenei.
"You'll need a better weapon than this for what your going to preform next. a true
The draenei nods, and the instructor searches through a rack of weapons, until he finds a blade he deems worthy, and tosses it at the draenei.
"Come here. Let me show you how to engrave your runeblade."
As he slowly walks over to see what the instructor has in mind, he laughs.
"What is so damned funny, boy?"
The draenei looks up, and smirks:
"This blade is not fit for even a peasant. It is too top heavy, see? Where is my blade? The one you ransacked as you pillaged my camp."
"EASY, boy! Watch your tone. Don't forget who your talking to. I am Instructor Razuvious, your
master. But, you are right. That blade is weak, and yours is easily obtainable." He replies with a smirk of his own.
The draenei nods as he discards the sword and follows Instructor Razuvious to a weapon rack that is discreetly hidden from view. Razuvious leans to the back of the rack and pulls out the draenei's old blade.
"It really was a fantastic blade, I hate to see it in this shape." Instructor Razuvious comments.
The draenei nods in reply, lifting the blade up to be level with his eye. An ivory white diamond is encrusted at the end of the sword, with a crimson red handle leading up to the hilt, which is a demon skull
, with 'bat-like wings' protruding from either side. The blade is a golden-brown and crimson red hue, with two smaller edges extending from the base of the blade. The sword in its entirety is four feet long, and emits a faint but visible silver glow. After a week of using the blade, he found he could emit a blast of pure shadow energy from the skull, severely injuring his opponent.
"Is this sufficient?" Asked the instructor.
With a small nod, the draenei lowers the blade and follows the instructor over to an odd furnace.
The furnace itself is about twenty feet in height, ten feet in width, and is shaped like a skull with an open mouth. Inside the opening, a deep blue flame is continually emitting a severe heat, from seemingly no supply. It seemed to be calling him, sending thoughts of slaughter into his mind, causing his eyes to fade from their natural deep blue hue to a frosty blue, void of all emotion.
"Are you ready? You know what to do. Feel the blade in your hands, forge it to be your weapon of destruction..."
All other words said by his instructor were mindless chatter in his ears; he was focused on the blade. It was calling him, reminding him of the heartless manslaughter he had just performed no less than ten minutes ago. It reminded him of what happened that night that he started down this path, when he turned on his battalion for untold power.
It reminded him of the darkness.
With a great cry, the draenei lunged forward, engulfing the blade in the dark blue abyss inside the furnace's gaping mouth. As the blade began to heat in his hands, an intense pain shot up his arm. But he didn't release the blade. He wanted the flames to eviscerate the darkness.
He wanted control.
The blue flames began to spread out into the blade, and onto his hand. He didn't release. After what seemed an eternity, the blade suddenly became as cold as ice, encased with a layer of frost, and emitting a light blue glow.
"Your task is finished. Pull your blade from the flames, and reap destruction upon the weak. Death Knight.
The draenei looked up to Instructor Razuvious, nodded, and stood up to full height, blade in hand.
"The Lich King wants to see you. Go to him. Embrace your fate."
With that the death knight left the instructor, and proceeded up a flight of stairs, and kneeled before the Lich King himself.
"Rise, Death Knight."
The Lich King pointed to an orb, resting on a pedestal, in the corner of the balcony overlooking a Scarlet Crusade encampment. A wave of thoughts overran the death knight's emotions. Vivid images passed through his mind, most at speeds that made them impossible to decipher. But he saw four pictures clearly, and knew what he had to do. Walking over to the orb, he hesitantly placed his hand upon it, and lost all control of his body.
Not even the experience with the furnace compared to this.
A wave of shadow passed over him, surrounding him, drowning him. No matter what he tried, he kept sinking, deeper and deeper...
Then, a light.
Swimming in the shadows, he made his way towards the light as fast as possible, but it never seems to reach him. After what seemed like an hours, the light got brighter, and brighter, until it overcame the shadows, and an image came into view.
He was flying.
As he looked around him, all objects became more and more vivid, and took on a blue glow. Suddenly, he stopped. He was floating in the air, looking over the Scarlet Crusade's primary town, Hearthglen. He tried to move, but to no avail. After a short amount of time, he heard the Lich King in his head.
"You know what to do. Reap destruction. you are my weapon."
A bright light appeared in his eyes, and the death knight left his spot, traveling between the town's buildings, gathering information with relative ease.
A thought hatched in his head.
He was going to assassinate the high priestess of the Scarlet Crusade.
Cautiously, he floated over to the cathedral in the back of the town. It was a magnificent building, really. Too bad it had to be destroyed.
Glancing around, he looked for the target of his new 'mission'. He spotted her as she was about to enter the cathedral.
Without any plan whatsoever, he lunged towards her and began attacking her with bolts of pure shadow energy.
Turning towards him, she laughed. Encasing herself in a holy shield, she blocked every attack he sent her way.
With a cold voice, she responded to his attacks with a powerful holy blast.
"Tell the Lich King it will take more than you to eliminate me." High Priestess Minamo said, as all lights faded and the death knight was left in the shadows once again.
(A/N: Yay, page two is up. R&R please, I tried to be more in depth here.)