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Descent into Darkness (Updated part 2 and 3 are on)
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Rankkor
This is a small story I once wrote for my DK to roleplay with, her name is Deliah NightSorrow, and she’s a blood-elf death knight, who was once a paladin, and before that was aspiring to be a priest.
I am aware that since this is my first story, and English is not my main language, there will be some grammatical errors, or mistakes on the redaction, if so, pls point them out, other than that, as long as you enjoy the reading that’s all I ask for.
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So, you seek to know who I am? Do you wish to hear my tale? Very well, I will show you, so that you and your kind think twice before standing in my way again.
The young soldier nodded, he was disarmed, laying on the ground, a sword at his throat, glowing with menacing dark runes of necromantic energy.
The tip of the blade felt cold, but not a natural cold, it was a dead cold, the chill that comes from the grave, from something that no longer understand the concept of life itself.
Where do I start? Oh yes, my name, today I am known as Derah Nightsorrow officer of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, but a long time ago I was Derah StarLight Daughter of the grand ranger Dene’thir Starlight, and the magistrix of silvermoon Deliah Crimsonlight.
My life on Silvermoon was filled with joy, luxury, happiness, and comfort, I never had need of anything, all I had to do was just ask, and my father would provide me with it imidetly.
I was spoiled yes, and I would not had it any other way, since the moment I was barely 10 years old, I was brought to the Sunwell, the millennial source of power of the Quel’dorei it’s golden energy empowering my people since our arrival to this continent from distant kalimdor.
The moment I touched it’s waters, I was filled with it’s glorious power, I felt renewed, empowered, sated. All elves drink of the Sunwell at one point in their lives, and from that moment on, our life itself becomes one with the well, for without magic our people will die.
I was training myself as an acolyte of the Church of Holy Light, to become a priestess as my elder sister before me, I prayed to the Holy Light frequently, and with fervor strived to earn it’s blessing, for to me the holy light was perhaps the manifestation of the golden power of the Sunwell.
But nothing, not life, not happiness, nor joy are meant to last………….
From the south came an enemy unlike anything we had seen before, this enemy was The Scourge….
An army of undead, men and women, adult and child, royalty and commoners, all united under one will alone, the will of the Lich King, and at the head of this nefarious army, the fallen Prince of Lordaeron, Arthas Menethil, traitor, accursed and destroyer, he had led a campaign against his own kingdom, murdering his own blood on his way, this was an enemy unlike any we had faced before.
But I remained confident, for the past millennia our golden capital had never fallen before, I saw no reason for it to fall now, I placed my trust both on the light and on the brave rangers and soldiers of Silvermoon, they would fight to keep us safe, and they would win.
How naïve I was, it was only when I saw my father dead, his corpse returned to us mangled beyond recognition, and at the front lines of the undead army, our former Ranger General Sylvannas Windrunner, slain in battle and resurrected as part of the enemy, that I realized just how dire was our situation.
I started to contemplate that this could be a battle we could not win, but I still performed my duty, my skill with the light was frail, I was just an acolyte who had barely a few months been initiated, even my strongest prayers could not heal the most mundane wounds, I felt useless, serving only by bringing supplies, food and water to the frost lines, and acting as a nurse to recovering soldiers.
In the end the unthinkable happened, the gates of Silvermoon fell, and with them all our hopes, we were called back to the Sunwell, there at the peak of our power, the birth of our nation, we would be strongest, we would held the last line , and live or die, we would fight our final battle.
I felt useless once more, defending the Sunwell, on the island of Quel’danas all I could do was pray for our soldiers, heal minor wounds and bring supplies once more, but alas, our efforts were for naught, our army fell, the scourge swept down upon us, and there, as I prepared myself to die, I closed my eyes, and prayed one last time to the light, to save me, to provide a miracle that could preserve my life.
And the light answered, there, in shining armor, golden horse, and glowing shield he came……. My love……. Solarius.
Solarius was a human paladin, a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, a proud defender of lordaeron, my friend since childhood, and my secret love.
Both his order, and mine forbid such relations, we had taken vows to dedicate our lives to the service of the Holy Light, but what we felt was not something that could be quelled, he was everything to me, the most important person in my life.
We had been separated since he was recalled back to lordaeron during arthas’s uprising, but there he was, he risked everything, to save me, jumped across a sea of endless undead, took me in his horse, and rode away, from the battle, and from the certain death that awaited us there.
I loved him…….. love (at this word, derah’s voice took a deep tone, scorched with bitterness and hatred) what a useless illusion, created to sow torture and sorrow in all who gaze upon it, how fool I was for believing in something as false and as empty as love……….
The months passed, I had lost in just a few days, my family, my friends, my home, my land, my life of luxury and comfort, I would had lost myself to despair, but not all was lost, I had him, and he had me, Solarius remained with the few survivors of Silvermoon, he was there when our prince, Kael’tas Sunstrider, made his empty promises to cure our hunger, to reclaim our lands and to lead our people to our promised glorious destiny.
Until then, we would call ourselves Sin’dorei, Blood-elves in honor of those who gave their lives to save us.
We tried to fight back, believe me, we tried, during those arduous months we fought tooth and nail against the scourge and whatever demon of the legion we could find, but we knew even then that we fought a losing battle, of course the “leader” of the alliance (or what was left of it) didn’t made our lives any easier, Garithos, the self appointed Grand Marshal of the new alliance, …….. Grand Marshall……………… he was nothing more than a glorified mongrel who reveled in his own self-superiority, not even his own people mourned his passing.
Solarius had taken good care of my gift to him, an enchanted blade, it was called Analo’rien it means “Oath of Love” forged in secret by one of my relatives, a master smith of elven weaponry, it was a gift I gave him, to symbolize how I felt about him, and to keep him safe wherever he rode to battle, this sword (said he) was his most priced possession and he treasured it deeply.
I was growing accustomed to my new life, Pilgrims without a land to call our own, submitted to the whims of an arrogant pig, Garithos showed no mercy to us, he treated us as second class citizens, forcing us to do impossible tasks with almost non-existent resources, but again, nothing is meant to last, not even my new life which I had slowly began to accept.
He sent us to an impossible task, to defeat a large contingent of scourge forces, armed with no Calvary or heavy support, he intended us to die for him, to sacrifice our lives just so that he would once more feel his own superiority.
I felt a new sentiment in me, growing, a sentiment that to this day, is the only thing, (Gripping her blade tighter against the poor human soldier’s throat)
THE ONLY THING
, that no man will ever take away from me.
HATE!.
I hated Garithos, to me he was everything that was wrong with humanity, and I thanked the light that it had provided me with my beloved Solarius, for he was an honorable man, joust, noble, brave, handsome, and mine, only mine, his whole love and devotion was to me, and me alone………… or so I tough.
After what had been months fighting profit-less battles against never ending waves of undead, garithos did the unthinkable, sending us against a full regiment of undead, with no human support he intended us to completely sacrifice ourselves for him, after how he had treated us. But our leader Kael knew better than to submit, when the dark lady Vashj approached to him, and offered the aid of the cursed naga, our prince accepted without hesitation, and we succeeded in defeating the undead hosts.
What should had been a major victory that day became our worst defeat, after successfully driving away the undead, Garithos, happy to have found his excuse to murder us, accused us of treason against the Alliance, and plotting with the naga to overthrown him. He had us sent to Dalaran’s prison the Violet Hold, but for me……….. a much cruel fate awaited me.
As our people began to be transported in chains to Dalaran, Solarius, my love, my knight, took me away from the group, he was as silent as he was quick, I was once more happy to be saved by my knight in shining armor, after taking me away from the other prisoners and fleeing on horse to the edges of the forest, he untied me, and just as I rushed to hold him, I noticed something was wrong.
His face, normally adorned with a smile just for me, was grim, filled with disgust, and outright anger, I asked him what was wrong, his only answer, was a strong slap in my face.
As I fell to the ground, my lips broken, and my heart starting to be filled with fear, he spoke, and nothing, nothing on this earth has caused me more pain that what he said to me.
Solarius: you betrayed me, you dared to plot with the naga against our Alliance, against the light, how dare you, how could you do this to us , to me? ANSWER ME!
Derah: My love, it’s all lies, Garith—(his hand slaped my face once more, causing such pain that I was unable to stand again, I felt tears bitter than any other tears I had shed in my life flowing out of my eyes)
Solarius: and you dare to mock me by denying everything? I SAW YOU, I saw your prince, I saw you fighting side-by-side with those wretched beasts!.
Derah: we were outnumbered, if we hadn’t joined up with them we would had died.
Solarius. Then you should had died!, WITH HONOR! But instead you chose to pollute yourself with their filth, with their sin, with their dark magic, I can smell it on you, you reek of it.
Derah: but my love, what are you saying? Do you not love me? Have I done anything other than to preserve my life to be with you? Why are you doing this to me? How can you support Garithos? He intends to execute all of us, our children, included.
Solarius: I was wrong about you, and your people, you are not worthy of anything you have, not worthy of the light, not worthy to breath the same air as we do, Garithos was right about all of your filthy people, and for that all of them will die, at the Violet Hold, next to the rest of the criminals where you belong, but you…….. you will not die at their hands………..
You will die at my hands………. So that your blood shall cleanse the impurity and shame you have brought to me, do you have ANY IDEA of the humiliation you have brought upon me! How the rest of the knights call me the lover of filth?
Derah: please don’t do this, I beg of you, I…. I love you, I would never dare to harm you, I only---
Solarius: SILENCE, I have to choose between the light, wich has filled me with power, joy, happiness, warm, and purity, or you, who will bring to me nothing more than misery, death, sorrow, and filth.
Oh no, the choice is rather easy for me to make, I choose the light, my devotion to the light is stronger than my earthly ties to you, and to prove to the light just how devout I am, I shall strike you down, and sever all the ties I once had with you, I should had never broken my vows to the light, this is the reward I get for disobeying, oh no, I shall not disobey again.
Derah: but my love, my Knigh------(I had no time to finish my sentence, he stabed me in he heart, with my own blade, the one I gave to him as a token of love, he returned to me as a token of hate)
The Light had saved me on the sunwell, by sending my beloved Solarius to my rescue, only to doom me to an even worst fate than killed at the hands of the scourge, I was killed by the man I loved, the only man I’ve loved, to him I gave my heart, and he destroyed everything I had, and for what?
FOR WHAT?
For the light, for the damn light, he abandoned me to serve his light of purity, it would seem that the light was his mistress all along, and I…… I was nothing more than a simple entertainment to him all along.
It should had ended that day, on the woods of silverpine forest, with my own blade on my chest, and my world , my hopes, dreams, and wish to live on, crushed, destroyed by the very man I had given everything I had, but alas, life it seems will never release it’s grip on me, it will never allow me to rest from this tribulation and sorrow, anger and hate, no no. life had a different fate in store for me.
For it was on that day, that a group of rangers passed by…………..
(to be continued...........)
Post by
Rankkor
uff sorry for taking so long, writing a story is hard, but translating it to another language can be harder than I initially believed :P
here it is.... part 2 and 3.
Darkness, all I saw was darkness, my last fleeting memory was of my love, Solarius, Stabbing me with the token I had given him for love.
I remember pain, terrible pain, a physical pain that paled in comparison with the pain that now gripped my soul, I did not struggled death, nor did I try to remove the blade, or make any prayer to the light to save my life, I was dying, I knew it….
And I desired it, I no longer had any wish to remain on the world of the living, all I had to lose I had lost, I no longer had a reason to remain here, and so, as I felt death’s embrace closer and closer, I just closed my eyes, and let myself go, awaiting the dark embrace, and then peace…….
But suddenly, I awoke……..
I was in a bed, several elven rangers were in the room, some were watching, others planning, one was sitting next to me.
“Good morning” she said.
“You miss are an incredibly sturdy young lady, that wound was deep, you were lucky that we found you when we did, and that your attacker was clumsy enough to merely wound your heart but not pierce it completely”
Tears started to run down my face, I asked why they nursed me back to health, why didn’t they let me die, I demanded to be put to rest, I held no desire to live on anymore.
But the ranger Captain on the group spoke to me, “ungrateful whelp, if you desire to take away your life, after all the troubles we went through to save it, then at least have the courtesy of doing it yourself” he placed a small dagger at my feet…….. But somehow, I could not do it, I was weak then, broken, my hopes and dreams had been shattered, I had nothing, I was nothing, and didn’t had the will to take any life, not even my own.
I remained next to the rangers, helping them in what I could; their mission was simple, hunt, anything that could feed our people.
The ranger that nursed me back told me of the events that took place while I was in a coma that apparently had lasted several months.
Swift justice was met upon garithos, the pig was dead, our people was freed, our prince had delivered us the means to our salvation, he had gone to the dark portal, that open door to the enigmatic land of the orcs, when he returned to us, he brought both a message of salvation, and a new way to sate our magical hunger.
In the following months after the rangers found me, the scattered groups of blood-elven refugees started to merge, to group together, we had now the means to sate our hunger; we fed upon the magical energy of other beings, many of them demonic in nature.
I remember the day when I couldn’t held my hunger anymore, I had refused to partake on demon energy, but when the hunger became too much to bear, I made use of the teachings Kael’thas had brought us, and drained a small imp dry of all residues of energy in it.
I felt renewed, invigorated, and once more I began to grow accustomed to this new life, inspired by the promises of a new paradise in outland, we began to push back into Silvermoon, our beloved capital, and slowly we began to push back the scourge, retaking our land step by step.
It wasn’t long before our glorious capital was rebuilt, though some of it’s sections are forever lost to the dead-scar, our grim reminder of what was lost, and the price we paid for not being strong enough.
My hatred for solarius only grew stronger the more I recovered from my depression, the more I stepped outside of the prison of denial, the more I wanted to punish him, to make him suffer, to take from him that which was most precious and shatter it to pieces.
But such desires were nothing more than an illusion, for that which was most precious to him was the Holy Light, and how could I take away the light from him? How could I hope to destroy something so powerful that is capable of giving life and dissolving death?
The answer to that question came shortly, for one day I was called upon the court of the sun by none other than Lady Liandrin, High Priestess of Silvermoon.
She avoided telling me why was I summoned, but I grew suspicious when I saw several other priests and former priests next to me, people I recognized from my days as an acolyte, days that seemed almost like a distant dream to me now.
In that chamber, lady Liandrin revealed to us something that we could have never anticipated before, a new order was to be found, The Blood Knights, an order capable of doing something we thought impossible.
To bend the light to our will……………
Madness… I said, how could one control something so powerful?
Liandrin gave us our answer.
“the light is just magic, revered, powerful, and for some, holy, but it is still just magic, and as such, if arcane nature and even shadow magic could be wielded and bended by the strongest minds, why not divine magic?”
She told us of the wonderful gift our prince delivered to us, a magical being made of pure light, the physical embodiment of the holy light of creation if you will…..
Mu’ru, a name we all soon became more than familiar with, a naa’ru, wielders of the light, possibly the very creators of the light itself.
Why did they exist? How did they come to be? For how long have they existed? We did not know, we did not cared, all we ever wanted from it, was his power…
Liandrin just as myself was disappointed with the light, for how it abandoned us, just as the rest of the blood-elven population was disappointed with the alliance, when on our most dire moment of need, they abandoned us, only to then deliver us into the hands of Garithos, a madman, a traitor that would had had us destroyed down to the last man woman and child.
I expressed my concerns to her, I did not believed I had the strength needed for what had to be done, to wield sword and shield and take the light by force, I was weak, I wasn’t meant for this, this was a destiny meant for those greater than me.
She brushed aside my concerns, asked me about my motivation to still live, and I told her, about my former love, solarius, the man who in a single day managed to destroy all that I was, and left behind an empty shell, devoid of hope, purpose, destiny, and will.
And then, on those chambers she said the words that changed my life.
“My child, I remember when your father came to the temple, you were hiding behind your mother, afraid, shy, your father using his high position within the rangers, demanded that we admitted you inside our order.
At first I refused, but then all I had to do was take a look at your eyes, those eyes that demonstrated me that once you had manage to tame your fears, you would be capable of doing extraordinary things
A will so strong that there would be no miracles impossible for you, all once you had managed to shed those fears.
I had watched you, your slow progress, how despite your best efforts, you still had fear in your heart, and that held you back while all the other acolytes advanced in ranks.
But now, I see before me not a child, but a woman, a woman that has lost everything, you have reached the crossroads of your life my child, fear stems from the desire to hold on to something, because once you have something dear to you, the strongest wish within is to never lose it.
So I ask of you, what do you still have, what are you holding on to that you are afraid to lose? Is it your life? Did you not ask the ranger captain who found and rescued you to kill you? Is it perhaps your family? Aren’t’ they all dead? What about your love? Did he not betray you? Abandoned you for something that was apparently more important to him?
So tell me, what exactly are you afraid to lose, when it’s clear to me that you have nothing, absolutely nothing else that can be taken away from you.”
I did not have an answer, I honestly was unable to say anything at all, it was all true after all, I had nothing else to lose, and so why was I so afraid?
“You have a choice now my dear, to remain how you are, Derah, the timid child who can’t bring herself to overcome her fears and end up being devoured by them, thus granting Solarius his absolute victory, or you can overcome those fears, take up that which is most precious for him, and USE IT TO DESTROY HIM!”
There it was, the key to my destiny, this was what I was waiting this entire time, I wanted revenge, to make him suffer, to make him pay for what he did to me, to make the light pay to abandon our people.
I felt a strong sensation within my body, one that made me feel more alive that I could possibly remember.
“I see I have your answer, and I’m glad you chose wisely my dear child” replied Lady Liandrin .
A few days later, a large company of kael’tas personal soldiers, the Sunfury clan, brought to silvermoon a giant being, held in a magical shell of arcane energy.
It was transported to the base of our new headquarters, the Blood-Knights new home, built within a matter of days just in preparation to this grand moment.
I steeled myself for what was about to come, armed guards escorted all the priests, former priests, and any who was interested in becoming part of the new order.
We walked down the crimson halls, a sense of dread overcame me, I shook them off, all I had now was simply rage, and a desire for vengeance.
Lady Liandrin had provided me with a new reason for existing, a new reason to be, all else was irrelevant to me, my lands, my people, they meant nothing, all I needed was my sweet vengeance, for I knew, deep inside me that Solarius still lived, and one day I would find him.
Twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding; the crimson hall gleamed with residues of the beast’s magic emanations.
The first of the aspirants stepped forward, concentrated, and tried to siphon the light out of the naa’ru, he failed, he was greedy, he took too much power, before our eyes, it consumed him, a bright flash of crimson energy engulfed him, and before any of the magisters would step forward, he was dead.
I didn't like the way this started. But they had given me the best seat in the place. Front row center…….
I stepped forward, and with that act, I used the technique taught to us by Prince Kael’tas and drew the magic energy from the naa’ru, somehow I expected it to be……. Harder, but it was easier than I had thought it would be, and when I had sated my thirst of power I let go.
And Derah Brightstar, the shy timid little girl, afraid of everything, insecure, and weak, the last remnant of my past self, died, faded out of existence.
All that remained in that chamber was a woman who’s only purpose in life was revenge, my life would end the moment I ended his life… Solarius, I would prepare myself for our inevitable meeting, and when that day finally came, it would end only in suffering and pain.
The next months and days were simple routine, I trained hard and practiced my swordplay on the armory every day, when I wasn’t on the armory or on the sparring grounds I was perfecting my dominion of the light, it resisted at first, refusing to obey my will, but I was stronger.
I had a brief taste of power and I would not let go, eventually the light bended completely to my will, and with it, I committed the most horrible acts of damnation any of my order had seen.
My name was almost feared, I passed my initiation rituals with an unrelenting speed, defeated every opponent thrown at my way, Lady Liandrin was pleased, she saw my progress, she saw my rage, and she told me that just as she had anticipated, I would get far among the other blood-knights.
I waited and trained for so long…. It almost seems stupid now that I think of it, to dedicate myself to something as hollow as revenge, I eventually learned the fate of Solarius, and he had joined a group of individuals who shared Garithos hatred to all non-human races, the Scarlet Crusade.
A delicious grin drew upon my lips when I finally found out the location of my prey, my revenge would be sweet, I would not only kill solarius, but also show him what I had done with his beloved Light, the horrors and crimes I had committed using his devoted tool of purity.
But then the unexpected happened our leader, Regent Lord Loth’emar Theron, had slipped to insanity, on his madness he proposed we joined with the horde, to vanquish our enemy, and find our way into Outland, the so called “promised land”
I could scarcely believe it, the very host of barbarians who had once burned our forest, and invaded our lands, and we were to pledge our loyalty to them?
Lady Liandrin herself came to my room and told me that I was to prepare immediately, for I would be leading a regiment of blood-knights that was to be sent out on an expedition to outland, in charge of Overlord Nazgrel.
I was so close to finally having my revenge, and now I was to be sent out to some backwater wasteland in pursue of a prince that meant nothing to me?
I did what I had to do, the only thing I could do.
On that very same night, when our emissary was to be sent to the undercity to negotiate with our former Ranger General Sylvannas Windrunner, I gathered up as much supplies as I could, slip out of my room, and evaded the other blood-knight officers as well as the silvermoon city guard that were on the street after curfew.
To exit the city unnoticed I actually had to kill a young soldier near one of the gates, the fool dared to stop me, and tried in vain to sound the alarm, I killed him before he was able to emit a sound, I had past the point of no return so long ago I could no longer remember how it looked like, his death was insignificant to me.
The journey to the plagelands, were Solarius was deployed was short and uneventful, none of my people stood in my way, why would they? To them I was just another Senior Blood-knight on patrol.
It would all be over soon, my destiny and the greatest of my battles, the hardest of my trials awaited me beyond the hills, on the zone known…
As the plagelands…………..
Post by
Rankkor
and here it is, the third part of my Story Descent into Darkness, the story of a Death Knight.
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Mine wasn't the most original approach to the problem. It wasn't as if it hadn't been all done before. An eye for an eye, the first principle of revenge.
Old as greed, still going strong. The cardinal rule in going after someone with an intention to kill was not to make it personal...
Which it almost always ended up being anyway. It did with me. I took my time, cruising around the plagelands in my loyal hawkstrider. There was no hurry; I knew what I had to do now.
I took my time, thinking about it, building up the rage. When I was ready, I dismounted and bid my farewell to my hawkstrider who had been a silent companion on my long journey, and on foot made my way to heartglenn’s outskirts.
There was no fear. The plagelands disappeared behind a veil of hills. The sky had ripped itself open in a heavy storm, venting it’s sorrow upon those of us below, I had crossed the threshold.
This was their domain. Sleek and silent and soulless, I spotted the first patrol, I leapt on them, and the first kill was out.
The fight was hard, suffocating, the more I killed the more they came at me, their blades hungry for blood, their self righteousness thirsty to deliver justice upon the wicked, the surprised look on their face when I wielded the light as a weapon of vengeance upon them made my mission all the more delicious.
I savored every kill, every death, those who were not willing to fight me, ran, I let them be, they were not my prey, I kept rising going up and up across the hills.
My informant was good, she was a spymaster, it took me every gold coin I had to get the information, I knew that once my revenge was completed I would not need money or anything else for that matter.
For that reason the moment I took the oath as a blood-knight, I saved every coin I could find, every single one, spent only the most bare necessities such as food and water, in preparation to that day.
When I felt that my training was complete, that my mastery of the light was absolute, that my skill would not improve anymore, and I had reached the peak of my skill and might, then I used all my coin to bribe the spymaster of silvermoon’s assassin guild.
She gathered a scouting party and tracked down solarius for me, he was a captain on the Scarlet Crusade regiment on heartglenn under command of Scarlet Highlord Fordring, they gave me all the details, his schedule, his routine, his labors, everything I could possibly need.
Tonight he was gathering up wood for the coming winter, though as you must know by now, snow on the plagelands is not merely cold, it’s also toxic, poisonous fumes of plaged ash that rain down from the heavens to cover the land on an never ending blight.
I had used my unrelenting power to summon a barrier of pure light that rendered me invulnerable to their attacks, it would not last forever, but it would protect me for now against their steel.
After what had seemed hours to me, after killing several dozens of men and women in service of the crusade, I finnaly found him, he was changed, the young handsome man I once knew was also dead.
In his place was this hardened man, withered by the continual exposure to the undead plague, the years had not greeted him well, but I would recognize those eyes everywhere.
Silent and fast, I approached, by the time he finally saw me my blade was deep in his companion’s throat, a silent whisper was all he could say before the cold embrace of death took him.
Nobody was there for me when he killed me, there would be none for him when I returned the favor.
The bastard who shattered my hopes and dreams and sentenced me to a slow death over these long years for trying to lift himself a bit closer to the heaves was finally here before me.
There were no words spoken between us, no speeches, no begging, no bribes, he knew better, honor among killers, "We who are about to die".
Both of us knew how this would end, in pain and suffering.
By instinct he reached out to the only weapon he had on his reach, a small hatchet he was using to cut down the wood.
This would not be how he would die, there would be no excuses in his mind, a lack of weapon would not take away my glory, he would fight me to the best of his skill, using all of this power available to him, and armed properly, so that he could see that I had surpassed him in every way possible.
I silently tossed at him a fine elven blade, and without a word he picked it up and our final battle began.
It didn’t take long, my hard training was unrelenting, my thirst of vengeance made me unstoppable, and if dozens of his comrades were unable to best me, what hopes could he have?
He tried in vain to use the light against me, it was all in vain, after a few minutes of toying with him, like a cat about to devour her prey, I delivered the final stroke, a single thrust across his chest, with the same blade he used to betray me.
I watched his eyes, filled with fury, as they faded away slowly, and closed, in rest eternal.
But I was not finished with him; there would be no quick getaway for him no quick release in silent death.
I lifted my hands, concentrated and summoning all my will, I demanded the light to heal him and perform the miracle of restoring his life to him.
I saw how my hands began to glow in gold, how a strong powerful pillar of light surrounded us, and the warmth of the light enveloped both of us healing my wounds, and restoring him back to life.
His eyes opened, and there, in that moment my vengeance was completed, when I saw his eyes for the last time, when he opened them, no longer were they filled with fury, instead they were replaced with fear, he knew…. .
Believe me he knew, that I had used the light to restore him.
And to further add proof I summoned the light once more to surround myself mimicking golden wings of holy energy that made me levitate a few inches above the ground.
His expression was priceless (as she was narrating this to the soldier, derah’s face once more had that wicked grin, the grin of someone who had satisfied a long desired goal) he was heartbroken to see me, using his beloved light to restore him.
“how, why” it was all he was able to say, speechless to what he had just witnessed, I delivered to him the words I had practiced night after night while I trained hard for the past years.
“I have managed to do that which most believe to be impossible, the light is my slave and I the master, and with it I have committed atrocities that would freeze your heart.
Yes your light of purity has been used by me and I have broken it, twisted it to my own desire (and while I said those words, the golden glow that surrounded me, the manifestation of the light I summoned to impress him, turned from golden to crimson)
Made it my own version of unholy light of vengeance and blood, this very light has struck down several of your comrades, and now, my love, with the very mistress you replaced me with I shall end your life, just as you ended mine.
There will be no body for anyone to reanimate, no miracle to be performed to rescue you from the torment I am about to unleash upon you.
Tonight you and I leave this world together my love, my only hope is that once we’re both in hell, I shall find you once more, no matter how long it takes me, and there I shall torture you again and again, for eternity.
And now Solarius, Son of Arcturus the devout, be purged from this world, by the very light you love so much”
As I spoke those words, the swirling tornado of glowing energy of light that enveloped me became larger and larger, I had used up all my concentration, all my will, all my lifeforce, my blood, my desire to exist to conjure as much power as I could.
A lesser mind would had self-destructed by such an overwhelming power, but mine had become hardened by my hatred, the catalyst of all I accomplish.
And with no further words, I unleashed upon him this massive spell, this supreme exorcism.
I know what you must be thinking, “only undead and demons” can be exorcised, but our order isn’t called “blood-knights” for nothing.
I had managed in secret to achieve a supreme way of exorcism, in which I sacrifice part of my blood, part of my life, to be able to exorcise life itself, and while on the past I had tried it on small scale on murlocs and wretched, this time I did not held back, I used all my existence itself, all my desire to live, all of it, to completely cleanse and purge that filth from this world.
Solarius was engulfed in crimson energy that lifted him from the ground, consuming both body and soul, and there He howled like one of the many beasts I had slain during my training as he exploded, a howl that continued even as the pieces scattered in the air.
The cloud of dust that had once been the Solarius, paladin of Lordaeron, spun around and around, tossed about by an angry, fearsome wind.
He was dead, gone, his very essence consumed in a sea of rage and light, fused together in a perfect harmonic combination of pain and death.
He was dead……..
That final spell was like an exclamation mark to everything that had led up to this point, I released my grip on my blade, and it was all over, the storm seemed to lose its frenzy, the ragged clouds gave way to the stars above, where they glittered like diamonds on black velvet.
The crusaders approached me from behind, I expected no less from them, that bright flash of crimson light and solarius’s mad howls of pain were a clear signal of where I was.
They scream at me, called me an abomination, but their voices were as distant as silent whispers made in the horizon.
They taunted me, expecting to take me down in a glorious battle, they would be disappointed, I had fulfilled my mission, I had accomplished my goal, my reason for living, I had nothing absolutely nothing else to tie myself to this world, now I was finally ready to die.
I closed my eyes, fell over my knees, and awaited that final strike that would deliver me from my painful existence.
For the first time in so many years, I felt at peace, quiet, satisfied, and happy, when the blow came, it felt like…….
Bliss…….
I died that night, the crusaders made sure that once I fell, I would not get back up, they stabbed me repeatedly, not that I was able to feel those wounds anymore, I was dead, I only know what they did to my corpse for the scars I still bear across my chest.
After finishing me off, they left my body outside of the limits of heartglenn, to be devoured by the scourge, once again I found myself at that familiar road, left for dead, abandoned, discarded as something that no longer has a purpose, a function, a reason to exist, heh, fate it seems had different plans for me.
(On the camp, Derah finally released lowered her blade from the soldier’s throat)
What is your name?
D…dd…….Duncan….. ma’am….
How old are you Duncan?
In a few months I will be 23…….
You may wonder why I tell you my life, something that must be personal, that should be mine alone to remember, I do so, because the alliance and the horde have a wrong view of what WE are, about what WE want.
All of this was nothing more than a prelude, an introduction if you will, to what will start now, the beginning of my unlife as a Death Knight……
For you see, being devoured by the scourge ghouls was not my fate, no… the Lich King after all, knows good potential when he sees it……..
Post by
Rankkor
Reserved for the final part
Post by
Patty
Very, very long. But it was quite good. You may want to keep Silvermoon capitalised, and maybe shorten some sentences such asThe young soldier nodded, he was disarmed, laying on the ground, a sword at his throat, glowing with menacing dark runes of necromantic energy, the tip of the blade felt cold, but not a natural cold, it was a dead cold, the chill that comes from the grave, from something that no longer understand the concept of life itself. Which could be shortened to several sentence lengths for effect.
I enjoyed it though.
Post by
Morec0
Holy #$%^....
This is cool...
Post by
Rankkor
well, I've reserved 4 spots for the other parts of this tale, (it's quite long, and translating it from spanish to english has proven to be harder than I expected xD) please rate and add your comments.
I know it's long, and I've done my best to prevent it from looking like a wall-o-text by adding several punctuation signs, and dividing it on short paragraphs.
this is my first story, and as such I expect it to be flawed, maybe a bit (or a lot) clished, and far from perfect, but we all have to start with something, right? :P
Post by
Takenobo
Freaking awesome Rankkor, keep it up and get the other parts out already! lol
Post by
Patty
I know Rankkorr, but I enjoyed it none-the-less, I'm just nit-picking. Sometimes I wish people would do that with my story hehe. :P
Post by
Rankkor
I know Rankkorr, but I enjoyed it none-the-less, I'm just nit-picking. Sometimes I wish people would do that with my story hehe. :P
=) and I apreciate the constructive critics, I'll edit the main story to divide it into smaller texts, all to make it easier to read, also I'll capitalize the names of citys and people, and that sort of thing, thaks for the tips bro' I apreciate them :D and as usual, keep'em comming on the rest of the story, in order to correct the flaws on them, I need to know what are the flaws.
thanks to all for the cool comments, I'll post the next part tonight or tomorrow, I wanna flush out the typos (hell, just the initial draft had well over 157 typos :S)
this is my first attempt at storytelling, and since I have no experience I don't know if my story falls in the category of "mary sue" or not. (after all, the clishe of the priestess and the holy knight and their forbidden love is kinda overused)
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437763
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Post by
Skreeran
Very good.
Some of it I find to be slightly uncharacteristic (Solerius, for example, seemed to be rather exaggerated. I imagine every sane high elf out there would agree with Kael'thas. The naga weren't really a known evil at that point), but it's your story, you're allowed to do what you want with your own characters. :P
Post by
Rankkor
:P yhea, he was exagerating and over-reacting, there is a reason for that, explained on the second part, normal human males don't over react that way, only freaks like garithos and his loyalists would ever react in such a way when all the blood-elves did was complete the mission via unusual means.
as for solarius, he get's what's comming to him....... oh yhea he does, sorry if the story is kinda dark..... usually i don't like violence against women, but hey, this is the back-story of a death knight, they wound't be Dk's in the first place if their past was rain-bows and gummy bears.
I wanted to reflect the bad side of a paladin, that fine line that separates the devouts from the zealots, those who refuse to listen to reason, in other words, the scarlet crusaders..... =O woops, I said too much XD.
of course only a few paladins act the way solarius does, most are noble like tirion or uther are.
Post by
Skreeran
usually i don't like violence against womenWell there's a point where we differ wildly... >.>
Post by
Morec0
usually i don't like violence against womenWell there's a point where we differ wildly... >.>
Oh, we've already seen what you can do, Skree...
:P
Post by
reuho
Damn...that was rather touching...If i wasen't a total warlock at heart you could almost get me to stop laughing at the suffering
(jk this is some good stuff i just wanted to add my lock sense to it i've been writing a small story and im just trying to stay in character)
Very good looking forward to more
Post by
Rankkor
uff uff, it's done :D finnaly chapter 2 and 3 are completed, I'm gonna post chapter 3 tomorrow to make it easier to read (since I know both chapters are too long and reading both could be tiresome)
I hope you enjoy, and I'm working on chapter 4 now as I speak.
without further intro, I hope you like part 2 of my story, Descent into Darkness.
the Story of a Death Knight.
Post by
Morec0
Her death comes soon. Let it be a lesson tha
none
may stand against the Scourge!
Post by
Rankkor
not to want to spoil anything bro' but the scourge doens't kill her :P
they do however play a large role on her life on part 4, wich BTW anyone who's played the entire starting quest-chain of the death knights will be highly familiar with part 4, as that part is pretty much that quest-chain narrated from Derah's point of view, and with a few adjustments to fit the story, but the bottom line is at the end of her narration she still exists, as undead but still exists.
I plan to write a proper ending to her (she's not gonna be arround for cataclysm) but since I don't know the specifics on how the fight agaist the lich king will be on ICC, then i can't do much save for leaving her story on pause till then.
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Rankkor
and here it is part 3 of the story Descent into Darkness.
pls read and rate =) your comments are apreciated.
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