05-31-2009, 08:00 AM
Pain. Fear. Heartache. For Kureei these things were not only familiar, but a daily existence. For months now she lie bound within Malykriss, the new training ground for death knights of the scourge. Alayden Blackwind, her murdered husband, had captured her. Although he had gotten all the information he could from her he refused to kill her, saying that she would witness the fall of those she cared for before she was granted the peace of the grave.
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A clash of metal broke the blood elf from her thoughts. As she looked around for the source of the noise, she thought yet again that she had wandered into a nightmare. Chained to the walls around her were other prisoners of the scourge. Some recently captured. Others begged for death, their mutilated bodies writhing in agony. The metallic crash sounded again, much louder this time. As she stared around the chamber the gate on the far wall screeched open. In stepped the dungeon guard along with a young elven death knight. Though she wore the tabard of Ironsong she was no friend of the tribe. Blond hair fell like golden rain about her shoulders. Cold feline eyes seemed to penetrate everyone in the room. A sadistic grin spread across her battle-scared face. Without any hesitation she stepped quickly toward Kureei.
"Why the long face Sharra? Aren't you happy to see your husband?" taunted Azsharra. "You'll have to forgive me, I just came from a moot."
As she spoke her body began to warp. Golden hair fell from her scalp. Her body twisted and shaped itself into that of an undead man. Her eyes rolled out of her face and fell to the floor before vanishing along with her flesh. In a matter of seconds the twisted form of Alayden stood before Kureei. She spat into his empty eye socket as he ran a cold, skeletal hand across her cheek. He punched her in the stomach. "Bring her. If she can't learn to respect me then perhaps she can learn to fear me..."
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A clash of metal broke the blood elf from her thoughts. As she looked around for the source of the noise, she thought yet again that she had wandered into a nightmare. Chained to the walls around her were other prisoners of the scourge. Some recently captured. Others begged for death, their mutilated bodies writhing in agony. The metallic crash sounded again, much louder this time. As she stared around the chamber the gate on the far wall screeched open. In stepped the dungeon guard along with a young elven death knight. Though she wore the tabard of Ironsong she was no friend of the tribe. Blond hair fell like golden rain about her shoulders. Cold feline eyes seemed to penetrate everyone in the room. A sadistic grin spread across her battle-scared face. Without any hesitation she stepped quickly toward Kureei.
"Why the long face Sharra? Aren't you happy to see your husband?" taunted Azsharra. "You'll have to forgive me, I just came from a moot."
As she spoke her body began to warp. Golden hair fell from her scalp. Her body twisted and shaped itself into that of an undead man. Her eyes rolled out of her face and fell to the floor before vanishing along with her flesh. In a matter of seconds the twisted form of Alayden stood before Kureei. She spat into his empty eye socket as he ran a cold, skeletal hand across her cheek. He punched her in the stomach. "Bring her. If she can't learn to respect me then perhaps she can learn to fear me..."