Conquest of the Horde

If her heart hadn't atrophied during her original demise, it would have been pounding hard with how much Amabael was suffering. Watching her former comrade's precious love be run through by the Sin'Dorei's hungry blade made Jeneva's body shudder with excitement. The excitement was quickly stopped when Aenarin encased them both in a block of ice. How...confusing. If he didn't really love her, why is he going through all this trouble to get the Kaldorei Death Knight to run...? Ah, but that didn't matter. The ice shattered away and the boy's body fell. That look of despair on Amabael's face was delicious as Jeneva reached down to grip Aenarin's hair. He would make a fine ghoul, so that Amabael would always suffer...Or, at least, that was the plan until the Kaldorei attacked her. She supposed this was to be expected, but she was weakened by the fight with Aenarin and...Was Amabael always that strong? She didn't remember the Blank Canvas being so strong...

The icy twin blades sank into her repeatedly until the blood she had consumed to fuel her powers drained, and she fell to the ground. Jeneva couldn't help but laugh at how surreal this situation had suddenly become when two strangers, a Forsaken and a different Sin'Dorei, began assaulting Amabael. She didn't notice the Blank Canvas running away with Aenarin's body. Her attention was mostly taken up by her slipping life force, the rest on the two strangers. She could barely hear them speak, let alone form a coherent sentence of her own; all she could do was cackle loudly. Annoyed, the other Sin'Dorei brought her blade down to silence the Death Knight. There was apparently also a fire, and a mouse being let go to dig through her skull, but Jeneva's life force had slipped away too far to notice. She also didn't notice Amabael returning to rip out her heart, the otherwise useless pouch that Jeneva had used to carry the blood of others in. If she had, she would probably have been a little upset.

When all had seemed finished and the blood that formed her armor had melted away, there was a glimmer of hope. Talasha had stepped up to the corpse, kneeling over the insane cackle that froze onto the Death Knight's face.

"You poor creature. Your time is not done, yet..."

Magistrix Talasha Sunseer had watched the entire event. She had watched as her useless son had been impaled on the Death Knight's blade, life slipping away in mere seconds. She watched as the other fled with his body, to a place unknown. And she waited, and waited, until the corpse of the woman that had murdered her son was left alone. Vulnerable. Attainable.

She went to it then, a smirk playing faintly on her lips, observing the carnage. It was a shame to let such a valuable weapon go to waste. No. She would have it, yet. The woman, Jeneva, would be a valuable asset.

"You poor creature. Your time is not done, yet..."

The body was a wreck, more gore and carnage than anything else. But she salvaged what she could, summoning darkness to her side to aid her in carrying the body. And there, the heart, on the bloodied dirt. She picked it up, inspecting it with a smile, and placed it in her purse, before popping open her parasol and meandering down the road, heading north. The shadowy creature to her left carried the body in its claws, silent as always. Dimly, the Magistrix wondered if this was the same venture Madame Wolf had taken when Talasha herself had fallen some time ago.

She arrived at the Zeppelin, taking pains to convince the guards to let her pass, and flew north, to Tirisfal.

There, in the dark, fetid building near the ruins of what once was, of the past, lost and forgotten, she set about restoring this weapon, this tool, to its former glory.

Green and red, shadow and gore.

She laid out the stones of the health, the bowls of blood, the Eredic circles, cast about for magic and power, searching and finding, and knowing. It took much time, but it was not in vain. All that she needed now was one that could call back the spirit, from wherever it had flown off to. And the body would begin its long road to recovery.

In the dark of night, she had one come to serve her; he was only too willing. He cast his magic, received his payment, and was gone.

Talasha Sunseer grinned, teeth flashing in the half-light.

"Arise again, my dear, for your purpose has not yet ended...and you might serve again."

The body twitched from the magics that were used to pull her soul from the Nether, forcing it back into her body. There was a shudder, and a flash of runic blue as her eyes opened again. Her mind had a panicked rush of thought as she her gaze moved, taking in the scenery around her. She could have sworn she heard a woman's voice call to her, soft yet commanding, just like a...

Jeneva sat up, her entire body feeling dry on the inside. Her head jerked to see Talasha standing there with a wide grin. Yes, she heard this woman's voice call to her. She had to heed her very word, just like a...

Her eyes widened. "Yes...Mother."


Killers: Amabael, Dresden, and Aeristia (I believe those were the names of the Forsaken and Sin'Dorei)

Ressurector: Hired Forsaken NPC Priest (to pull the soul back into the body), Talasha (ensured the safety and patching up of the body)

Short Term Drawbacks:
She won't be able to speak above more than a low tone due to the head being removed. If she tries to speak louder, it will result in a coughing fit.

Jeneva will be unable to use her abilities at all for some time, even if she consumes the blood necessary to fuel them. When she is able to use her abilities again, she will require more blood than usual to fuel her abilities in order to keep them at normal capacity. If she does not consume more than she usually needs, her abilities are heavily weakened.

Random fits of insane laughter.

Permanent Drawbacks:
There will be permanent scarring at her neck and just below her ribcage where two swords had stabbed through.

She will have a phobia of mice she won't ever understand.

She cannot store blood within her as long as she used to. Any blood she keeps within for longer than three days will result in her body instinctly purging it either through "sweating", "crying", or vomitting.

Her already broken mental state is now shattered further. She now sees Talasha as a mother/master, and will feel almost supernaturally compeled to do anything Talasha asks of her. It's similar to her compulsion to follow the Lich King's commands when she was under his control, only this time it's Talasha. She will hallucinate that she hears the whispers of her "mother" in her head.