06-09-2011, 03:18 PM
Septimus had, just the day before, been dumped by Kazuru, a Draenei who he very much loved. Throughout that day he was going through his crazy depression phase, almost committing suicide. He cried himself to sleep that night, in hopes it would all fix itself upon his awakening.
The next morning, Septimus woke up, realized the break-up did in fact happen, because his armor from the day before was still nowhere to be found. He dragged his feet up the mountain slope to where he sat the day before, picking up his armor and runic axe. He trudged down to the tents scattered around the Argent Tournament Grounds, and noticed a poster on the wall. It read: "The Argent Crusade needs your help! A precious object has been stolen from us, and we need all the help we can get to get it back! Report to the Alliance pavilion to volunteer."
Being the depressed death knight, Septimus decided if he gets hurt or killed, it's all for the better, because he felt after his break-up with Kazuru, that there was nothing to live for anymore. He ventured to the tent, to find an acquaintance already there, Carol, of the Argent Crusade. Septimus greeted her, acting as if nothing happened, and after two night elves, a blood elf, and, much to his dismay, Kazuru, arrived, the group followed Carol up the mountain.
Carol explained that the cultists had stolen a highly explosive bar of saronite that needed to be obtained and destroyed, and that the campsite seemed deserted. Septimus took off first, followed by the elves, with Kazuru behind them, watching Septimus closely. After several mishaps with a purple crystal, Septimus, with a broken leg and fractured wrist, took the brunt of all impact from rocks falling on the group, while the others dodged the flying boulders with ease.
Then came the frost wyrm. It was big, mean, and angry as fel. Septimus, already injured severely, as well as deranged from the break-up, started cackling maniacally, swinging at the beast with his axe. The others always scored wonderful hits on the wyrm, but Septimus could never seem to hit it or dodge any of it's attacks.
Oh what wonderful luck...Septimus got stuck in it's jaws, and nobody could get him out. At least he got chewed up cackling like a psychopath. His body was spit out by the wyrm, and it was killed shortly after. Septimus' body was carried back to the Tournament Grounds, where it would lie awaiting burial.
Septimus was cackling, wandering in a dark, shadowy wasteland, when he was suddenly grabbed by some unseen force and he awoke on the snow, purple light shining around him. He was partially blinded due to the light difference, but he immediately realized he was 'alive' again. His legs and arms hurt like fel, and his head was throbbing. He looked up, noticing the figure of an undead, running away from him, slaying penguins with a huge purple staff.
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Killer: Frost Wyrm
Resurrector:Alcon
Temporary Drawbacks:
-Pain in both legs and arms
-Memory loss from before he met anyone in the Tri-Written
Permanent Drawbacks:
-Mood swings
-Painful headaches
-Body is darker, and limbs look a bit messed up
The next morning, Septimus woke up, realized the break-up did in fact happen, because his armor from the day before was still nowhere to be found. He dragged his feet up the mountain slope to where he sat the day before, picking up his armor and runic axe. He trudged down to the tents scattered around the Argent Tournament Grounds, and noticed a poster on the wall. It read: "The Argent Crusade needs your help! A precious object has been stolen from us, and we need all the help we can get to get it back! Report to the Alliance pavilion to volunteer."
Being the depressed death knight, Septimus decided if he gets hurt or killed, it's all for the better, because he felt after his break-up with Kazuru, that there was nothing to live for anymore. He ventured to the tent, to find an acquaintance already there, Carol, of the Argent Crusade. Septimus greeted her, acting as if nothing happened, and after two night elves, a blood elf, and, much to his dismay, Kazuru, arrived, the group followed Carol up the mountain.
Carol explained that the cultists had stolen a highly explosive bar of saronite that needed to be obtained and destroyed, and that the campsite seemed deserted. Septimus took off first, followed by the elves, with Kazuru behind them, watching Septimus closely. After several mishaps with a purple crystal, Septimus, with a broken leg and fractured wrist, took the brunt of all impact from rocks falling on the group, while the others dodged the flying boulders with ease.
Then came the frost wyrm. It was big, mean, and angry as fel. Septimus, already injured severely, as well as deranged from the break-up, started cackling maniacally, swinging at the beast with his axe. The others always scored wonderful hits on the wyrm, but Septimus could never seem to hit it or dodge any of it's attacks.
Oh what wonderful luck...Septimus got stuck in it's jaws, and nobody could get him out. At least he got chewed up cackling like a psychopath. His body was spit out by the wyrm, and it was killed shortly after. Septimus' body was carried back to the Tournament Grounds, where it would lie awaiting burial.
Septimus was cackling, wandering in a dark, shadowy wasteland, when he was suddenly grabbed by some unseen force and he awoke on the snow, purple light shining around him. He was partially blinded due to the light difference, but he immediately realized he was 'alive' again. His legs and arms hurt like fel, and his head was throbbing. He looked up, noticing the figure of an undead, running away from him, slaying penguins with a huge purple staff.
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Killer: Frost Wyrm
Resurrector:Alcon
Temporary Drawbacks:
-Pain in both legs and arms
-Memory loss from before he met anyone in the Tri-Written
Permanent Drawbacks:
-Mood swings
-Painful headaches
-Body is darker, and limbs look a bit messed up