01-31-2011, 07:09 PM
Rumors or not, it was time.
The aged paladin made her way across the cursed soil atop her trusted steed that had served her for years on end. She had ventured out from the citadel of Stormwind on the rumors that dark forces were gathering in the deep reaches of Deadwind. So on instinct, the first thing she did was to ride out and risk life and limb to purge. Her entire figure was a beacon of light in a dark land.
Literally.
Her armor was bright blue and golden, with light radiating off of her shoulder guards. The blade carried on her back was massive, even to her yet she carried it with ease and pride, along the fuller of the monstrous metal was the word ‘Purge' elegantly burned into the steel .Her steed seemed to have shared in the radiation of pure light. In combination the two were a mighty symbol of the tenacity of the light.
Or were.
The two approached the tower with rapidity. Far off she could hear the plotting of demons and the undead that conspire against her life, yet she pushed on until the tower was in clear view. Her horse made a sharp turn at the base of the tower so that the stairs leading up were a clear view. It immediately caught her eye's attention.
“Felguard.â€Â
She growled under clenched teeth. She dismounted off of her horse and took a deep breath as she drew her heavy blade. Only a moment's meditation was given before the paladin burst into a full out charge.
“Purge! Purge the demons! I will end this Fel-sworn myself!â€Â
She sprinted up the wooden plants that creeked and cracked under her weight. On the last step would be where she found her fate. Her boot caught on the corpse of a lowly rat and caused her to go tumbling down into her chest, leaving her neck open for the Felguard's sword to make the fatal bite.
Game over…
…
… Or not.
She was not sure what happened, by what grace that brought her back from death, but all she knew was that she was alive. Her eyes flickered up to green toxins clouding her view. When she found the strength to lift her head, her eyes were greeted by a felsworn.
“Welcome to the Worl-“
Her head fell once more, eyes closed. She did not know anything. Her head was nothing but pulsing pain to her and to move the rest of her still-armored body was a strain. When she picked her head back up, she spotted Marianna clutching a handful of black, twisted spears.
“What a tragic life you've lived following the light, are you sure you want to continue down that path?â€Â
Killer - Random Felguard in Marianna's tower
Reviver - Marianna/Soulstone
Temporary draw-backs:
Barely able to speak due to her head being cleaved off.
Commonly goes into a daze, daydreaming over her past life of following the light.
Short-term Drawbacks:
Near-constant Migraines.
Weakness in combat.
Long-term Drawbacks:
She is now undead.
Connection with the light permanently severed by the induction of fel.
Mind and memories corrupted by Marianna .
The aged paladin made her way across the cursed soil atop her trusted steed that had served her for years on end. She had ventured out from the citadel of Stormwind on the rumors that dark forces were gathering in the deep reaches of Deadwind. So on instinct, the first thing she did was to ride out and risk life and limb to purge. Her entire figure was a beacon of light in a dark land.
Literally.
Her armor was bright blue and golden, with light radiating off of her shoulder guards. The blade carried on her back was massive, even to her yet she carried it with ease and pride, along the fuller of the monstrous metal was the word ‘Purge' elegantly burned into the steel .Her steed seemed to have shared in the radiation of pure light. In combination the two were a mighty symbol of the tenacity of the light.
Or were.
The two approached the tower with rapidity. Far off she could hear the plotting of demons and the undead that conspire against her life, yet she pushed on until the tower was in clear view. Her horse made a sharp turn at the base of the tower so that the stairs leading up were a clear view. It immediately caught her eye's attention.
“Felguard.â€Â
She growled under clenched teeth. She dismounted off of her horse and took a deep breath as she drew her heavy blade. Only a moment's meditation was given before the paladin burst into a full out charge.
“Purge! Purge the demons! I will end this Fel-sworn myself!â€Â
She sprinted up the wooden plants that creeked and cracked under her weight. On the last step would be where she found her fate. Her boot caught on the corpse of a lowly rat and caused her to go tumbling down into her chest, leaving her neck open for the Felguard's sword to make the fatal bite.
Game over…
…
… Or not.
She was not sure what happened, by what grace that brought her back from death, but all she knew was that she was alive. Her eyes flickered up to green toxins clouding her view. When she found the strength to lift her head, her eyes were greeted by a felsworn.
“Welcome to the Worl-“
Her head fell once more, eyes closed. She did not know anything. Her head was nothing but pulsing pain to her and to move the rest of her still-armored body was a strain. When she picked her head back up, she spotted Marianna clutching a handful of black, twisted spears.
“What a tragic life you've lived following the light, are you sure you want to continue down that path?â€Â
Killer - Random Felguard in Marianna's tower
Reviver - Marianna/Soulstone
Temporary draw-backs:
Barely able to speak due to her head being cleaved off.
Commonly goes into a daze, daydreaming over her past life of following the light.
Short-term Drawbacks:
Near-constant Migraines.
Weakness in combat.
Long-term Drawbacks:
She is now undead.
Connection with the light permanently severed by the induction of fel.
Mind and memories corrupted by Marianna .