01-05-2011, 07:18 AM
There was little Krian could do.
His fiancee was already a charred corpse, in the process of her soul being drained from one of the two warlocks. Rage overtook him, as he attempted to take revenge upon the Fel-Users. The gesture was useless, even with all the Blood Knight training, all the Sunwell's powers, did little aganist their Fel.
Cursed and scorched, Krian failed to drive off the Warlocks. A dual-soul drain claimed his life, however, his soul remained within his body as a last ditch effort by his conjured Light.
The warlocks parted with the bodies after receiving twenty gold and a troll's soul from a mage, and a certain Agent Dawn Templar assisted with the transportation of the two corpses. They were placed inside a building marked, 'To be resurrected' under the Blood Knight banner, most likely for the recruits to attempt to bring back for their training. As Krian laid, persevered, his nearly taken soul was weak. Memories, images, and nightmares begin to haunt his awaiting mind...
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Krian sat in the middle of a small pool, only a few inches deep. Stone walls surrounding the spring, with doors all around. Krian wept constantly, the tears from his face dropping into the body of water. Small impacts into the rock surface under the water left Krian's knuckles bloodied and cracked.
A metaled gauntlet grasped around Krian's throat, and pulled him off of the ground, water dripping from his lower body. Prince Kael'thas stared into Krian's eyes, his verdant Sphere's encircling around him. Krian stared in horror as he took on the shape of a slightly younger Krian, right after the sacking of Silvermoon. Kael'thas was normal now, the Prince of the Sin'dorei.
Both of them start to shape-shift, Kael'thas' tone went higher and more feminine, while Krian aged slightly. His Prince soon took the form of Caidrah Skysearer, the very woman he was going to follow to better serve his fallen Prince. The murderer of his fiancee and himself.
The woman throws Krian to the ground disappearing after the splash of water. Krian laid there, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. He remained there, unmoving, letting the water cover his body. His eyes begin to close...
A pale hand smacks Krian across the face, as a white haired Sin'dorei stared down at Krian. The male elf was sickly looking, a hole going through his chest where his heart would be. His ghostly eyes peer over the defeated Blood Knight, tutting slightly as he stepped away.
The dull words echoed through Krian's ears, sending him to his feet, a sword gripped tightly in his hand. The familiar emotion of anger and rage fills his torso, as he glared at his fallen brother, eyes lingering on the wound upon his brother which Krian dealt after the fall of Silvermoon.
At least I didn't go down like some traitor!
The undead figure chuckled darkly, as he backed away from Krian. Figures of humans, Sin'dorei, and trolls appear at each door. Krian's brother disappears, and takes his place in front of one of the doors.
Krian marched up to one of the humans, a man who wore a farmer's hat, and simple clothes. Overalls, and held a pitchfork. Krian screamed at him in a violent rage, and thrust his sword through the man. He lets out a whine, before falling limp aganist Krian. He pulls out his sword, rasping out in deep breathes. The door unlocks, and swings open to show a woman and two children. The mother attempts to shield her son's and daughter's eyes from their dead father, but they know what has happened. They are huddled in a tight ball, all crying. All in pain. Agony. Sorrow.
Krian stared at the family, guilt overtaking him. He tries to drop the sword, but he cannot.
[left]What have I done...[/left]
Krian moved to a Sin'dorei. 'Traitor' was branded into his chest, he was on both kneels and bound by rope. His screams were muffled by a gag, blindfold masking the coming of his death. Krian raised the sword, and beheaded the elf. The door clicks, and opens, showing his entire family mourning for their youngest. His wife wailing, six months pregnant. Krian shook his head in disbelieve, mouth open wide.
No! Stop this! Please!
The process continues, each swing or thrust of the sword showing off a mourning family or loved one for the fallen. Finally, Krian reached the final kill, his brother. The undead elf laughs as he turns his back to him. Krian shouts out as he stabs his brother right where the hole was, removing his sword. The brother disappears as the door unlocks...
To show Krian. Mourning. Alone. Not like any of the other kills, who had families together. Krian was all by himself, crying his eyes out. Scared. Fearing of the future.
Krian outside of the door quickly slammed it shut, finally dropping his bloodied sword. He rested his back aganist the wooden frame, sliding down to a sitting position. He buried his hands into his face, shaking his head slowly.
A gentle hand nudges Krian, grasping his own to pull him to his feet. It was a much older Sin'dorei, with white-blond hair. A woman had her arm weaved into his, elder as well with thick blond hair. Krian's father smiled firmly, shaking Krian's hand.
Krian stared in awe, stunned before quickly lunges towards his father to give him a tight hug.
Dad!.. Mom!.. I missed you guys..
A sucking vortex popped up in the middle of the pool, withdrawing all of the liquid in it. The three marched together towards it, Krian grinning broadly before his parents stopped, both frowning as they look towards a lone Sin'dorei standing to the side. She had her arms folded, a diamond ring upon her left ring finger glittered off the light the portal was giving off. She smiled weakly, silent, but watching.
Jaeden!
The woman shook her head slowly, still holding a faint smile.
Krian nodded firmly, beckoning wildly at Jaeden.
Krian started to breath deeply, his gaze darting back and forth between his parents and his fiancee.
Krian is shoved towards Jaeden, shooting a look of horror towards his father. He smiles, resting a hand onto Krian's shoulder.
Krian nods wordlessly, giving both his father and mother a tight hug. He lets them slip from his arms, backing away from them before facing towards Jaeden. Krian's parents steps through the portal as Krian raced to embrace his fiancee, holding her tightly.
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Resurrecters: Lene and Teremun
Killers: Caidrah and Landor
Drawbacks
Short Term
- Very weak.
- Nightmares are very real and often.
- Hallucinations occur in locations where Krian has a strong memory, due to his soul nearly being split in half.
- Using the Light is extremely hard.
- Unsuited for combat. If it occurs, he takes a minus 1/2 of whatever roll system is being used. (Ex: /roll 100 would have a -50 to all rolls.)
- The self-inflicted guilt and shame of allowing his fiancee and himself to die will haunt him and his actions.
Long Term
- Slight physical weakness.
- Nightmares are less common.
- Hallucinations still occur at vivid locations of memory.
Permanent
- A second resurrection will be likely to fail unless there are at least four individuals conducting the ritual. If it fails, Krian will not be able to come back to life and his soul will depart forever.
- Will keep a slight physical weakness.
- Nightmares will only happen every other week.
- Hallucinations can be controlled, but they still effect Krian.
(Thanks to the ADT duo. :3)
His fiancee was already a charred corpse, in the process of her soul being drained from one of the two warlocks. Rage overtook him, as he attempted to take revenge upon the Fel-Users. The gesture was useless, even with all the Blood Knight training, all the Sunwell's powers, did little aganist their Fel.
Cursed and scorched, Krian failed to drive off the Warlocks. A dual-soul drain claimed his life, however, his soul remained within his body as a last ditch effort by his conjured Light.
The warlocks parted with the bodies after receiving twenty gold and a troll's soul from a mage, and a certain Agent Dawn Templar assisted with the transportation of the two corpses. They were placed inside a building marked, 'To be resurrected' under the Blood Knight banner, most likely for the recruits to attempt to bring back for their training. As Krian laid, persevered, his nearly taken soul was weak. Memories, images, and nightmares begin to haunt his awaiting mind...
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Weakness.
I've failed to protect her.... I wasn't strong enough...
I should have killed Caidrah when I had that chance...You let Jaeden die.
... I couldn't do anything.. I had to stop the warlocks from..
That bastard! How could he just kill her?! ... If only I tried to heal her...
Krian sat in the middle of a small pool, only a few inches deep. Stone walls surrounding the spring, with doors all around. Krian wept constantly, the tears from his face dropping into the body of water. Small impacts into the rock surface under the water left Krian's knuckles bloodied and cracked.
You are a traitor.
A metaled gauntlet grasped around Krian's throat, and pulled him off of the ground, water dripping from his lower body. Prince Kael'thas stared into Krian's eyes, his verdant Sphere's encircling around him. Krian stared in horror as he took on the shape of a slightly younger Krian, right after the sacking of Silvermoon. Kael'thas was normal now, the Prince of the Sin'dorei.
You are nothing.
Your name means dirt.
You waste your time with a woman.
You are weak.
Both of them start to shape-shift, Kael'thas' tone went higher and more feminine, while Krian aged slightly. His Prince soon took the form of Caidrah Skysearer, the very woman he was going to follow to better serve his fallen Prince. The murderer of his fiancee and himself.
I have no use for you.
The woman throws Krian to the ground disappearing after the splash of water. Krian laid there, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. He remained there, unmoving, letting the water cover his body. His eyes begin to close...
A pale hand smacks Krian across the face, as a white haired Sin'dorei stared down at Krian. The male elf was sickly looking, a hole going through his chest where his heart would be. His ghostly eyes peer over the defeated Blood Knight, tutting slightly as he stepped away.
I always knew you would die an early death.
The dull words echoed through Krian's ears, sending him to his feet, a sword gripped tightly in his hand. The familiar emotion of anger and rage fills his torso, as he glared at his fallen brother, eyes lingering on the wound upon his brother which Krian dealt after the fall of Silvermoon.
At least I didn't go down like some traitor!
... He called me a traitor.. She did.. I thought I was serving my Prince..
You allowed one single flaw to destroy your life, and your life's love.
Human shit!Human shit!
The undead figure chuckled darkly, as he backed away from Krian. Figures of humans, Sin'dorei, and trolls appear at each door. Krian's brother disappears, and takes his place in front of one of the doors.
You do not value life. You only take what you want. These among you are the people you have slain.
Krian marched up to one of the humans, a man who wore a farmer's hat, and simple clothes. Overalls, and held a pitchfork. Krian screamed at him in a violent rage, and thrust his sword through the man. He lets out a whine, before falling limp aganist Krian. He pulls out his sword, rasping out in deep breathes. The door unlocks, and swings open to show a woman and two children. The mother attempts to shield her son's and daughter's eyes from their dead father, but they know what has happened. They are huddled in a tight ball, all crying. All in pain. Agony. Sorrow.
Krian stared at the family, guilt overtaking him. He tries to drop the sword, but he cannot.
[left]What have I done...[/left]
This are past kills, ones you valued so highly. You do not know the cost of one's life, and its consequences.
This is not right, it wasn't like this!Krian moved to a Sin'dorei. 'Traitor' was branded into his chest, he was on both kneels and bound by rope. His screams were muffled by a gag, blindfold masking the coming of his death. Krian raised the sword, and beheaded the elf. The door clicks, and opens, showing his entire family mourning for their youngest. His wife wailing, six months pregnant. Krian shook his head in disbelieve, mouth open wide.
No! Stop this! Please!
It is time you understand, you are not God. You cannot bring judgment onto others. You will learn your place.
The process continues, each swing or thrust of the sword showing off a mourning family or loved one for the fallen. Finally, Krian reached the final kill, his brother. The undead elf laughs as he turns his back to him. Krian shouts out as he stabs his brother right where the hole was, removing his sword. The brother disappears as the door unlocks...
To show Krian. Mourning. Alone. Not like any of the other kills, who had families together. Krian was all by himself, crying his eyes out. Scared. Fearing of the future.
You destroyed yourself when you killed me. Your impulsive actions caused all of this. This is your fault.
Krian outside of the door quickly slammed it shut, finally dropping his bloodied sword. He rested his back aganist the wooden frame, sliding down to a sitting position. He buried his hands into his face, shaking his head slowly.
A gentle hand nudges Krian, grasping his own to pull him to his feet. It was a much older Sin'dorei, with white-blond hair. A woman had her arm weaved into his, elder as well with thick blond hair. Krian's father smiled firmly, shaking Krian's hand.
Son.
Krian stared in awe, stunned before quickly lunges towards his father to give him a tight hug.
Dad!.. Mom!.. I missed you guys..
We missed you too, darling.
I thought I would never see you again..
No, we knew we would see you. Do not worry, we shall spend much time together. Come.
A sucking vortex popped up in the middle of the pool, withdrawing all of the liquid in it. The three marched together towards it, Krian grinning broadly before his parents stopped, both frowning as they look towards a lone Sin'dorei standing to the side. She had her arms folded, a diamond ring upon her left ring finger glittered off the light the portal was giving off. She smiled weakly, silent, but watching.
Jaeden!
Jaeden, come with us!
The woman shook her head slowly, still holding a faint smile.
Who is this woman, Krian?
She seems rather lovely, is that a ring I see? Aww, Kri-Kri.. You're getting married?
Krian nodded firmly, beckoning wildly at Jaeden.
Come on, please? Let's go.. Together..
What are you waiting for!?.. I don't think she is ready just yet.
Mm.. Yes. I think she much rather stay.
We must go Krian, the portal is closing. Either come with us, or stay with her.
Krian started to breath deeply, his gaze darting back and forth between his parents and his fiancee.
Tratior.
No, we can't leave Jaeden!.. Not again..
You are weak.
No! This isn't fair!... You do not value life...
Make it stop..! No.. Jaeden! Come here!Go.
Krian is shoved towards Jaeden, shooting a look of horror towards his father. He smiles, resting a hand onto Krian's shoulder.
Go, be with her. We will wait on you.
B-But..Dad!.. Mom!..
You make me proud. Go carry on the Duskbinder name. I want to see grandchildren in the future.
Oh, let me see their adorable cheeks, I could just squeeze them forever!
She's waiting.
Krian nods wordlessly, giving both his father and mother a tight hug. He lets them slip from his arms, backing away from them before facing towards Jaeden. Krian's parents steps through the portal as Krian raced to embrace his fiancee, holding her tightly.
Mine.
Yours.
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Resurrecters: Lene and Teremun
Killers: Caidrah and Landor
Drawbacks
Short Term
- Very weak.
- Nightmares are very real and often.
- Hallucinations occur in locations where Krian has a strong memory, due to his soul nearly being split in half.
- Using the Light is extremely hard.
- Unsuited for combat. If it occurs, he takes a minus 1/2 of whatever roll system is being used. (Ex: /roll 100 would have a -50 to all rolls.)
- The self-inflicted guilt and shame of allowing his fiancee and himself to die will haunt him and his actions.
Long Term
- Slight physical weakness.
- Nightmares are less common.
- Hallucinations still occur at vivid locations of memory.
Permanent
- A second resurrection will be likely to fail unless there are at least four individuals conducting the ritual. If it fails, Krian will not be able to come back to life and his soul will depart forever.
- Will keep a slight physical weakness.
- Nightmares will only happen every other week.
- Hallucinations can be controlled, but they still effect Krian.
(Thanks to the ADT duo. :3)
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