01-08-2011, 12:13 AM
It burns...!
She knew the woman was dangerous. The last time Jaeden had seen her face, the woman had even threatened to kill her. But she was confident. Smug. Arrogant. The b***h had pulled her hair. She wasn't going to let her get underneath her skin.
Please! No more, I'll do anything! Just make it stop...
But, no matter what she told herself, she still couldn't stop thinking about her. About Kael'thas. About Krian. It caused thousands of questions to bounce about in her head, all unanswered. However, even though the new knowledge of her fiancée was...disturbing....wrong on many levels...her love was stronger. She couldn't leave him. But, she was pulled away from him anyway. Because of her idiocity and stubbornness.
I'll join you! I'll help you! Stop, stop!
Stillwhisper Pond was where it had all started and ended. She was on the cliff that stood erect next to the body of water, where she would go practice her channeling of light. It was then that she spotted the woman below, near the entrance of Silvermoon. There had been a man with her, and they were making their way east. She followed.
Help me, Krian! Where are you!? I'm burning!
She overheard them as they walked and couldn't help but continue. They were looking for something, an object, that the man had buried. It was part of the 'plan'. She crossed her arms in front of her and glared at the both of them when they stopped. She spoke:
"What plan?"
Idiot.
They turned to stare at her, both of them powerful warlocks. "You." the woman had said.
"Me." Jaeden replied.
It's too much! I'm going to die, it's all over...
It didn't take much. One raise of the hand, and the woman had cursed her with weakness. She could do nothing as the two of them picked her up and dragged her back to the pond, somewhere behind a hill. They threw her to the ground and then chatted to each other, thinking of ways to kill her.
"We could burn her body until there is nothing but ashes..."
"How about we kill her, then throw her into the scar? No one will ever know she was there. The ghouls will pick her skeleton clean."
"We should get some information out of her first and get at least something from this..."
"We will take her soul, and then leave Krian a little surprise."
Jaeden looked up weakly from where she lay, glaring. "What are you talking about?" The man looked down to her and smiled.
"We are going to summon a Felguard for your beloved Krian."
Jaeden growled weakly, pushing herself up onto all fours. "I won't let you."
"You don't have a say in it, my dear. We are going to kill you, and everyone will know how you betrayed his love. They will tell stories of how your pretty little affair with me. I'll explain it all in detail to him, of course..." This fired Jaeden on further, and she pushed herself to her knees.
"No! That's a lie!"
"I will tell him how at first, I was a complete gentleman, I didn't want to take things too quickly... But you were insistent. And your smooth skin and supple curves... Well, I couldn't resist..."
Jaeden closed her eyes shut and clenched her fists. "Stop! Don't do this!"
"We had gone on for hours, you and I..."
"NO!"
And that's when the pain started. It was sharp, piercing, it torturing her from the inside out. She had thought that her insides had exploded at first, because there was no rational reason for why she felt this way. Then she caught a glimpse of the bright blue stream of demonic energy connected with her body. The woman had grown tired of the man's game.
It burns...!
Please! No more, I'll do anything! Just make it stop...
The pain slowly grew worse.
I'll join you! I'll help you! Stop, stop!
Help me, Krian! Where are you!? I'm burning!
It's too much! I'm going to die, it's all over...
She had fallen down to the ground, and then the pain finally subsided. She lay there, shivering, unable to move. The woman above her smirked. The man didn't seem as happy.
"You didn't kill her, did you? I still need her soul."
The woman made her way over and knelt beside the fallen Jaeden.
"D-don't...I'll do anything..." Jaeden sputtered.
"What do you think of that Caidrah? Our own personal slave..." Said the man. The woman's smile dropped, and she stood.
The banter between the three went on for minutes. Everything that Jaeden offered, was of course, a lie. But she would say anything in order to survive. Jaeden was still fearful, though. She rambled on weakly for as long as she could, prolonging the inevitable. She was alone with these two, beaten. There was no way that she would survive.
And then the burning came upon her again, except this time, she was actually aflame. The woman stared at her coldly, her arms raised as Jaeden screamed in pain. She rolled about weakly in the grass in a futile attempt to put out the flames, but they continued to lick at her flesh and burn her skin black. Her strength quickly drained from her as the man began to drain her soul, and her world, still burning, started to go black. She could hear screaming all around her, and the pained roar of another, but soon, even her hearing had left her.
Krian came, most likely hearing her dying screams, but he was too late. Even he fell into the arms of death as well as he took on both of the warlocks. In the end, after some bartering from a passerby, both of their bodies remained in their current states. Two Sin'dorei woman took their bodies back to Silvermoon where they peacefully lay, awaiting resurrection.
But Jaeden was still tormented...
She witnessed the fall of Quel'Thalas over and over again, and then watched her family being slaughtered before her eyes. Her screams were endless and tortured, and the pain never stopped. Buildings toppled over and crashed mere feet from her, but she was unable to move or escape. The scourge rushed the city in copious numbers, but Jaeden could do nothing as they ravaged, tortured, murdered and ate her companions. The echoing cackle of Arthas pierced the air around her as the city fell into chaos. Children cried, families groaned, and blood painted the roads that she treaded. It seemed like ages, but finally there was nothing left. She roamed along the broken and blackened buildings, which somewhat resembled the state in which she was currently in. She dropped to her knees in the empty streets, and stared at her terribly burned hands. The pain slowly left her, as did everything else. The smoke, the houses, the foliage...everything slowly faded out until there was nothing but blackness.
She heard quite murmurs then, though she could see nothing. The voices laughed, joked, cried, though none seemed to be unhappy. Jaeden stumbled into a random direction, searching for these people. They beckoned her, spoke her name, pleaded for her to come. She obeyed. She could not deny them.
Jaeden!
The blackness before her started to waver, and then, like a giant curtain, it began to raise. Before her was herself. She was pretty, slim, smiling. Her hair, like always, was perfectly groomed and it fell in waves over her shoulders. Her skin was flawless and smooth and she wore a elegant white dress. On her left hand was a brilliant diamond ring, which shone brightly in the darkness that still hung around the two Jaeden's.
The other Jaeden, the present Jaeden, was burned. Her hair had been singed and frayed, and only a short mop now remained. Her fingertips had started to flake and blow away, and her face was no longer smooth. It now held scars that marred her appearance. The ring on her finger was dimly lite, and the metal loop around her finger was no longer shiny and new. It was bent slightly from the heat of the flames, and blackened.
Jaeden! Come with us!
The flawless Jaeden shook her head slowly, while the other took a step forward, as if wanting to follow.
Come on, please? Let's go.. Together...
It was Krian, he was calling her. The other voices did not matter and were ignored. The pretty Jaeden still continued to smile, refusing to move.
What are you waiting for?!
Jaeden whimpered, turning around to try and spot him. She could still see nothing. She clutched her head as the voices grew louder. It was not only Krian now, but also her parents, family, friends. All that had died years ago. They called to her as she dropped to her knees and closed her eyes tight...
Not yet...
The former Jaeden sat beside her with a gentle hand placed on her shoulder. She smiled gently and then pointed forward. There stood a beaming Krian. He was dressed up in a dark suit, and his hands her clasped in front of him. The Jaeden dressed in white stood and made her way over. She grabbed his hands in hers and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. There was a sound of soft footsteps, and then Krian turned around to pick up a small child. It was faceless, and the gender could not be told, but the two of them beamed down at the young elf proudly.
Then they both vanished.
Jaeden cried out when she could no longer see them, and jumped to her feet. She ran in the direction of where they had once been, but she was not making any progress. After a few moments she finally slowed to a stop and lifted her hands to cover her face. Her fingers however, slowly started turn to dust and blow away. She stared in horror at herself and shook her head furiously.
No, not yet!
The process started to slow, but the weak breeze still blew away her hands slowly.
I'm not ready! I still want to live!
The voices called once again, but she continued to shake her head. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.
No, no, no!
The wind halted, and then a bright light shone before her. She narrowed her eyes and lifted what was left of her hands to shield herself from the brightness. The voices behind her grew louder. They screamed to her and cried for her to come, to join them. But she couldn't. She wasn't done.
She knew the woman was dangerous. The last time Jaeden had seen her face, the woman had even threatened to kill her. But she was confident. Smug. Arrogant. The b***h had pulled her hair. She wasn't going to let her get underneath her skin.
Please! No more, I'll do anything! Just make it stop...
But, no matter what she told herself, she still couldn't stop thinking about her. About Kael'thas. About Krian. It caused thousands of questions to bounce about in her head, all unanswered. However, even though the new knowledge of her fiancée was...disturbing....wrong on many levels...her love was stronger. She couldn't leave him. But, she was pulled away from him anyway. Because of her idiocity and stubbornness.
I'll join you! I'll help you! Stop, stop!
Stillwhisper Pond was where it had all started and ended. She was on the cliff that stood erect next to the body of water, where she would go practice her channeling of light. It was then that she spotted the woman below, near the entrance of Silvermoon. There had been a man with her, and they were making their way east. She followed.
Help me, Krian! Where are you!? I'm burning!
She overheard them as they walked and couldn't help but continue. They were looking for something, an object, that the man had buried. It was part of the 'plan'. She crossed her arms in front of her and glared at the both of them when they stopped. She spoke:
"What plan?"
Idiot.
They turned to stare at her, both of them powerful warlocks. "You." the woman had said.
"Me." Jaeden replied.
It's too much! I'm going to die, it's all over...
It didn't take much. One raise of the hand, and the woman had cursed her with weakness. She could do nothing as the two of them picked her up and dragged her back to the pond, somewhere behind a hill. They threw her to the ground and then chatted to each other, thinking of ways to kill her.
"We could burn her body until there is nothing but ashes..."
"How about we kill her, then throw her into the scar? No one will ever know she was there. The ghouls will pick her skeleton clean."
"We should get some information out of her first and get at least something from this..."
"We will take her soul, and then leave Krian a little surprise."
Jaeden looked up weakly from where she lay, glaring. "What are you talking about?" The man looked down to her and smiled.
"We are going to summon a Felguard for your beloved Krian."
Jaeden growled weakly, pushing herself up onto all fours. "I won't let you."
"You don't have a say in it, my dear. We are going to kill you, and everyone will know how you betrayed his love. They will tell stories of how your pretty little affair with me. I'll explain it all in detail to him, of course..." This fired Jaeden on further, and she pushed herself to her knees.
"No! That's a lie!"
"I will tell him how at first, I was a complete gentleman, I didn't want to take things too quickly... But you were insistent. And your smooth skin and supple curves... Well, I couldn't resist..."
Jaeden closed her eyes shut and clenched her fists. "Stop! Don't do this!"
"We had gone on for hours, you and I..."
"NO!"
And that's when the pain started. It was sharp, piercing, it torturing her from the inside out. She had thought that her insides had exploded at first, because there was no rational reason for why she felt this way. Then she caught a glimpse of the bright blue stream of demonic energy connected with her body. The woman had grown tired of the man's game.
It burns...!
Please! No more, I'll do anything! Just make it stop...
The pain slowly grew worse.
I'll join you! I'll help you! Stop, stop!
Help me, Krian! Where are you!? I'm burning!
It's too much! I'm going to die, it's all over...
She had fallen down to the ground, and then the pain finally subsided. She lay there, shivering, unable to move. The woman above her smirked. The man didn't seem as happy.
"You didn't kill her, did you? I still need her soul."
The woman made her way over and knelt beside the fallen Jaeden.
"D-don't...I'll do anything..." Jaeden sputtered.
"What do you think of that Caidrah? Our own personal slave..." Said the man. The woman's smile dropped, and she stood.
The banter between the three went on for minutes. Everything that Jaeden offered, was of course, a lie. But she would say anything in order to survive. Jaeden was still fearful, though. She rambled on weakly for as long as she could, prolonging the inevitable. She was alone with these two, beaten. There was no way that she would survive.
And then the burning came upon her again, except this time, she was actually aflame. The woman stared at her coldly, her arms raised as Jaeden screamed in pain. She rolled about weakly in the grass in a futile attempt to put out the flames, but they continued to lick at her flesh and burn her skin black. Her strength quickly drained from her as the man began to drain her soul, and her world, still burning, started to go black. She could hear screaming all around her, and the pained roar of another, but soon, even her hearing had left her.
Krian came, most likely hearing her dying screams, but he was too late. Even he fell into the arms of death as well as he took on both of the warlocks. In the end, after some bartering from a passerby, both of their bodies remained in their current states. Two Sin'dorei woman took their bodies back to Silvermoon where they peacefully lay, awaiting resurrection.
But Jaeden was still tormented...
She witnessed the fall of Quel'Thalas over and over again, and then watched her family being slaughtered before her eyes. Her screams were endless and tortured, and the pain never stopped. Buildings toppled over and crashed mere feet from her, but she was unable to move or escape. The scourge rushed the city in copious numbers, but Jaeden could do nothing as they ravaged, tortured, murdered and ate her companions. The echoing cackle of Arthas pierced the air around her as the city fell into chaos. Children cried, families groaned, and blood painted the roads that she treaded. It seemed like ages, but finally there was nothing left. She roamed along the broken and blackened buildings, which somewhat resembled the state in which she was currently in. She dropped to her knees in the empty streets, and stared at her terribly burned hands. The pain slowly left her, as did everything else. The smoke, the houses, the foliage...everything slowly faded out until there was nothing but blackness.
She heard quite murmurs then, though she could see nothing. The voices laughed, joked, cried, though none seemed to be unhappy. Jaeden stumbled into a random direction, searching for these people. They beckoned her, spoke her name, pleaded for her to come. She obeyed. She could not deny them.
Jaeden!
The blackness before her started to waver, and then, like a giant curtain, it began to raise. Before her was herself. She was pretty, slim, smiling. Her hair, like always, was perfectly groomed and it fell in waves over her shoulders. Her skin was flawless and smooth and she wore a elegant white dress. On her left hand was a brilliant diamond ring, which shone brightly in the darkness that still hung around the two Jaeden's.
The other Jaeden, the present Jaeden, was burned. Her hair had been singed and frayed, and only a short mop now remained. Her fingertips had started to flake and blow away, and her face was no longer smooth. It now held scars that marred her appearance. The ring on her finger was dimly lite, and the metal loop around her finger was no longer shiny and new. It was bent slightly from the heat of the flames, and blackened.
Jaeden! Come with us!
The flawless Jaeden shook her head slowly, while the other took a step forward, as if wanting to follow.
Come on, please? Let's go.. Together...
It was Krian, he was calling her. The other voices did not matter and were ignored. The pretty Jaeden still continued to smile, refusing to move.
What are you waiting for?!
Jaeden whimpered, turning around to try and spot him. She could still see nothing. She clutched her head as the voices grew louder. It was not only Krian now, but also her parents, family, friends. All that had died years ago. They called to her as she dropped to her knees and closed her eyes tight...
Not yet...
The former Jaeden sat beside her with a gentle hand placed on her shoulder. She smiled gently and then pointed forward. There stood a beaming Krian. He was dressed up in a dark suit, and his hands her clasped in front of him. The Jaeden dressed in white stood and made her way over. She grabbed his hands in hers and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. There was a sound of soft footsteps, and then Krian turned around to pick up a small child. It was faceless, and the gender could not be told, but the two of them beamed down at the young elf proudly.
Then they both vanished.
Jaeden cried out when she could no longer see them, and jumped to her feet. She ran in the direction of where they had once been, but she was not making any progress. After a few moments she finally slowed to a stop and lifted her hands to cover her face. Her fingers however, slowly started turn to dust and blow away. She stared in horror at herself and shook her head furiously.
No, not yet!
The process started to slow, but the weak breeze still blew away her hands slowly.
I'm not ready! I still want to live!
The voices called once again, but she continued to shake her head. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.
No, no, no!
The wind halted, and then a bright light shone before her. She narrowed her eyes and lifted what was left of her hands to shield herself from the brightness. The voices behind her grew louder. They screamed to her and cried for her to come, to join them. But she couldn't. She wasn't done.
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DRAWBACKS
Short Term
Weakness
Soreness
Long Term
Paranoia
Frail Mental State
Permenant
Burn Scars (Unless healed over a long period of time, although, they may never go away completely.)
Uncertainty
Personality Change
What? You haven't heard? It was my understanding that everyone had heard...
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