06-26-2011, 03:40 PM
A gout of molten earth erupted from the cracked ground and spat in the face of the necrotic golem. The spirits' fury smashed its protective face cover revealing a inky green orb containing a floating brain. The fight would soon be over for the Lich Queen's abomination.
"CRITICAL THREAT ACQUIRED" barked the mix of machine and cadavers.
It clenched a fist at the troll and the poison began to solidify in her veins. The shaman began to mutter a plea but it was too late. Her bodily functions began to seize up as she curled into a fetal position. A nearby paladin rallied the others with a battle cry as he fired a blast of Holy power at the titan. In a flurry of magic and steel the golem's brain was dashed against the ground and the chamber once again, laid still.
The ethereal shaman pushed up out of the shell of her body and looked around. The same human paladin was kneeling over her, trying in vain to heal her wounds. His face was wet and hate in his eyes. They quickly darted to an opening gate. The Lich Queen floated by further taunting the group of defenders. The paladin quickly shoved his helmet on, picked up his greatsword and led the others in a charge. The spirit of the fallen floated a distance towards the gate, but was unable to follow the group. She wandered around her corpse for what seemed liked hours.
I am inside a mountain, yet I see no earth spirit. Where are my ancestors to guide me? Is this place so profane that even the spirits keep their distance? Where is my father?
A hooded figure entered the chamber and collected the slain troll. Her spirit tethered along down a long and dark hallway. It is so quiet... The mysterious individual placed her body on an altar and quickly made an exit. She tried meditating, but the still of death prevented it. She screamed for attention but nothing came out. She wept but there were no tears. The restless spirit wandered the chamber for the next few days.
The Paladin dropped onto the massive pile of bones in the corner of the room. He beheld the Lich Queen floating between two altars, each adorned with a lifeless corpse. He spotted a sin'dorei and a familiar troll. By the Light! he thought as the group descended towards the Lich Queen. After a futile spat She twisted the spirit of the sin'doeri out of her body and into the form of a shadowy Val'kyr. Spiritual chains wrapped around the anguished troll spirit and ripped her through her body. The shaman's new form was now a Banshee. Her new master left them to finish the job.
Throughout the battle she wailed about her suffering at the Queen's hands. The corrupted shaman lamented about the ancestors' abandoning her. The Paladin cried out for her to resist, but the binding chains ripped deep into her spirit. The pair of twisted souls continued to tormented the rag-tag team of defenders. It was all a twisted haze for the shaman, except for the Paladin. He was crystal clear for some unknown reason. He shouted encouragements to her Banshee form. The Paladin shouted, prayed, yelped and cried out for the shaman to fight Her control. Why can I only see him? Is this the spirits' work? Could a Human really care for a Troll? The troll spirit focused on the Paladin as her Banshee visage was suddenly torn to shreds.
Once again she pushed her ethereal self out of her lifeless corpse. The chains were gone, she had been set free. Things seemed different now. She began to notice the subtle differences her surroundings. It was like a haze was lifted from her spiritual eyes. The earth seemed to glow with life. She could see the magma pulsing underneath the ground. Each adventurer shimmered like the moon on a dark lake. There was another spirit hovering around the Paladin, following his every move. Who are you?, she thought. The spirit didn't reply, but seemed eerily familiar, warm and trustworthy.
The Paladin set down the wrapped up body the slain troll on a bed and pulled the sheet of linen off. He carefully unwrapped the bandages around her body. It was in bad condition, and this was the first resurrection he would attempt.
Resurrection wasn't unknown to him however. He's seen it done, he knows the chants, and the prayers. He looked over the rather mangled body of the Shaman, frowning to himself. "The greatest love you can have is laying down your life for your brothers. But it is not your time..."
First things first. Her soul cannot be brought back into a body in this condition. He placed his hands on her body and began to chant. A Holy light spread across her entire form. He humbled himself, "Not by my power but only by the Light..." He poured Holy energy into her body, the wounds slowly knitting shut, but the internal injuries were the most difficult.
Sweat dotted his forehead as he took a ragged breath. Her body had been fully healed but was still without her spirit. "Time for the hard part." He took a moment to prepare himself. He pressed a bare hand to her sternum, and began to pour his very essence into his channeling. The Paladin looked into the next world. There she was, simply standing before him. He extended his other arm for her. Come shaman, we need you with us in this fight. She clasped onto his wrist. He moved that hand to the body as bright light flooded his vision.
The familiar spirit was kneeling right behind the Paladin as he worked, a hand on his shoulder. He extended the other arm to the ethereal shaman. Come my daughter, we need you in this world a bit longer. She grasped onto her father's wrist. The connection flooded her vision with spiritual light as she was slowly pulled back onto her physical body.
He pulled his hand away from her chest and caught himself against the bed. He gasped to catch his breath. The troll coughed and slowly opened her eyes at her savior. He smiles weakly, "Welcome back Shaman, glad to have you with us once again." She smiled gently at him and squeezed his hand, "Dazehl." He covered her bare body with a linen sheet, "Paladin Saronsen. Rest easy, defender of Azeroth."
Killer: The Lich Queen's golem construct.
Ressurector: Saronsen, Paladin of the Light.
Permanent Drawbacks
Cannot lift heavy objects, and most attacks knock her to the ground.
She can no longer hoist a shield and mace, she uses a light staff for support.
She is overcome with debilitating fear and convulsions at the sight of Banshees.
Aged her an additional 5 years. She is biologically 23 but is otherwise pushing 35.
Short-term Drawbacks (1-2 weeks)
Very weak. Physical and Emotional strength is sapped from the ordeal. She will spend most of her time in bed.
Feeling of failure towards the Bloodsworn Honorguard, until she is fully healed and back in their ranks.
Cannot cast any spells until she communes with the spirits again via a spiritual journey.
Curable Drawbacks (Will stay until cured via RP)
Depression. Can be lifted by her friends encouraging her up and spending time with her.
Loss of interest in males. Can be aroused by a meaningful and compassionate companion.
Lack of zeal for the spirits. Can be restored by another shaman's mentoring.
"CRITICAL THREAT ACQUIRED" barked the mix of machine and cadavers.
It clenched a fist at the troll and the poison began to solidify in her veins. The shaman began to mutter a plea but it was too late. Her bodily functions began to seize up as she curled into a fetal position. A nearby paladin rallied the others with a battle cry as he fired a blast of Holy power at the titan. In a flurry of magic and steel the golem's brain was dashed against the ground and the chamber once again, laid still.
The ethereal shaman pushed up out of the shell of her body and looked around. The same human paladin was kneeling over her, trying in vain to heal her wounds. His face was wet and hate in his eyes. They quickly darted to an opening gate. The Lich Queen floated by further taunting the group of defenders. The paladin quickly shoved his helmet on, picked up his greatsword and led the others in a charge. The spirit of the fallen floated a distance towards the gate, but was unable to follow the group. She wandered around her corpse for what seemed liked hours.
I am inside a mountain, yet I see no earth spirit. Where are my ancestors to guide me? Is this place so profane that even the spirits keep their distance? Where is my father?
A hooded figure entered the chamber and collected the slain troll. Her spirit tethered along down a long and dark hallway. It is so quiet... The mysterious individual placed her body on an altar and quickly made an exit. She tried meditating, but the still of death prevented it. She screamed for attention but nothing came out. She wept but there were no tears. The restless spirit wandered the chamber for the next few days.
~
The Paladin dropped onto the massive pile of bones in the corner of the room. He beheld the Lich Queen floating between two altars, each adorned with a lifeless corpse. He spotted a sin'dorei and a familiar troll. By the Light! he thought as the group descended towards the Lich Queen. After a futile spat She twisted the spirit of the sin'doeri out of her body and into the form of a shadowy Val'kyr. Spiritual chains wrapped around the anguished troll spirit and ripped her through her body. The shaman's new form was now a Banshee. Her new master left them to finish the job.
Throughout the battle she wailed about her suffering at the Queen's hands. The corrupted shaman lamented about the ancestors' abandoning her. The Paladin cried out for her to resist, but the binding chains ripped deep into her spirit. The pair of twisted souls continued to tormented the rag-tag team of defenders. It was all a twisted haze for the shaman, except for the Paladin. He was crystal clear for some unknown reason. He shouted encouragements to her Banshee form. The Paladin shouted, prayed, yelped and cried out for the shaman to fight Her control. Why can I only see him? Is this the spirits' work? Could a Human really care for a Troll? The troll spirit focused on the Paladin as her Banshee visage was suddenly torn to shreds.
Once again she pushed her ethereal self out of her lifeless corpse. The chains were gone, she had been set free. Things seemed different now. She began to notice the subtle differences her surroundings. It was like a haze was lifted from her spiritual eyes. The earth seemed to glow with life. She could see the magma pulsing underneath the ground. Each adventurer shimmered like the moon on a dark lake. There was another spirit hovering around the Paladin, following his every move. Who are you?, she thought. The spirit didn't reply, but seemed eerily familiar, warm and trustworthy.
~
The Paladin set down the wrapped up body the slain troll on a bed and pulled the sheet of linen off. He carefully unwrapped the bandages around her body. It was in bad condition, and this was the first resurrection he would attempt.
Resurrection wasn't unknown to him however. He's seen it done, he knows the chants, and the prayers. He looked over the rather mangled body of the Shaman, frowning to himself. "The greatest love you can have is laying down your life for your brothers. But it is not your time..."
First things first. Her soul cannot be brought back into a body in this condition. He placed his hands on her body and began to chant. A Holy light spread across her entire form. He humbled himself, "Not by my power but only by the Light..." He poured Holy energy into her body, the wounds slowly knitting shut, but the internal injuries were the most difficult.
Sweat dotted his forehead as he took a ragged breath. Her body had been fully healed but was still without her spirit. "Time for the hard part." He took a moment to prepare himself. He pressed a bare hand to her sternum, and began to pour his very essence into his channeling. The Paladin looked into the next world. There she was, simply standing before him. He extended his other arm for her. Come shaman, we need you with us in this fight. She clasped onto his wrist. He moved that hand to the body as bright light flooded his vision.
The familiar spirit was kneeling right behind the Paladin as he worked, a hand on his shoulder. He extended the other arm to the ethereal shaman. Come my daughter, we need you in this world a bit longer. She grasped onto her father's wrist. The connection flooded her vision with spiritual light as she was slowly pulled back onto her physical body.
He pulled his hand away from her chest and caught himself against the bed. He gasped to catch his breath. The troll coughed and slowly opened her eyes at her savior. He smiles weakly, "Welcome back Shaman, glad to have you with us once again." She smiled gently at him and squeezed his hand, "Dazehl." He covered her bare body with a linen sheet, "Paladin Saronsen. Rest easy, defender of Azeroth."
~
Killer: The Lich Queen's golem construct.
Ressurector: Saronsen, Paladin of the Light.
Permanent Drawbacks
Cannot lift heavy objects, and most attacks knock her to the ground.
She can no longer hoist a shield and mace, she uses a light staff for support.
She is overcome with debilitating fear and convulsions at the sight of Banshees.
Aged her an additional 5 years. She is biologically 23 but is otherwise pushing 35.
Short-term Drawbacks (1-2 weeks)
Very weak. Physical and Emotional strength is sapped from the ordeal. She will spend most of her time in bed.
Feeling of failure towards the Bloodsworn Honorguard, until she is fully healed and back in their ranks.
Cannot cast any spells until she communes with the spirits again via a spiritual journey.
Curable Drawbacks (Will stay until cured via RP)
Depression. Can be lifted by her friends encouraging her up and spending time with her.
Loss of interest in males. Can be aroused by a meaningful and compassionate companion.
Lack of zeal for the spirits. Can be restored by another shaman's mentoring.