Ariandrei De'lavisa

The Inquisitor followed after the trackers, the task easy enough. Hunt down this Magister traitor Relmarias Silverfury. She scowls behind her mask as the small group moves along through the landscape, the only place to travel, was south. From Silvermoon, he’d have to escapt through the city or the southern most gate. Her and her small entourage, as she searched, as she had some rather ideal trackers at her side. 

The group gets moving, quickly following a nearly non existant trail, the trail went cold...except, once into the Forsaken’s turf, near undercity...She shakes visibly, thinking of the man who did what he did to her body, remembering what he was. But that was for another time, another hunt.

She had one if not two of her own with her, those who were near the Light house chapel, the knights ready, as Zealous as she was herself, it was time to move. it was time to hunt. On the move they would go, effortlessly moving, as they’d follow the trail, the trail had become hot, a death of a forsaken, a shadowstalker had given his route and on the move they would go. Each knight moving as did the trackers, The hunt, was on.

Move they did, three armored knights, accursed herself, amidst the three of them, the six hunters following with their pack mates, they were on the trail now, they were the reckoning to bring.

Subtle was not her thing, nor the knights, they had their prey, time to sink their fangs into the foe. Exploding from the foiliage Knight Inquisitor Gulianno charged towards the target, who turned with a start at the noise of suddenly three knights in red advancing upon him. Knight Telmarian close behind, these men were bred for one purpose, duty, and they would take the risks, the hunters stayed out of sight. Watching, to see what happened, wide eyed as the three went at the man.

He ducked and dodged, the on coming blades, he was quick, but so were they, she understood he was weaker, and so would bring judgement swiftly.But the man was smart, and would take advantage of the situation. Ducking behind a tree, Gulianno, ever bold, quick, and swift to lay judgement, comes around the turn, to halt in his tracks.

A blade through his throat, the man would stand ridged, and poised where he stood, attempting to swing one last time, to drop dead before his feet. Accursed stares at the fallen, then towards the man himself. The target bitterly staring at the two, he knew they would not take him back alive if needed, there would be no one to protect him. And on came Accursed and Telmarian, the two swift and fluid, but so was he, so was he ready, Accursed would get struck and thrown by a heavy spell shot, the blast knocking her from her feet. Telmarian closing the distance to be blasted with a point blank fireball. The man doesn’t scream, only moves, forward, steadily, slowly, a step at a time, Relmarias stares at the man almost facinated, to the point where suddenly, during the distraction, Accursed had unslung her shield, hurling it to strike the man dead in the chest.

Seeing him falter and drop to a knee, she thought it was done, till he swung up to finish her brother at arms, the trackers watching from afar as the man summoned down several demons even through his pain, spitting blood. Accursed stands, staggering, as he stares at her, she makes the signal, to run, as the men fled the sceen.

“ I am going to make you...suffer you light damned bitch, your sun, your light will not aid theee when I am THROUGH,’ He snarls as he steps up and gestures, the demons coming at her in a swarm. She stands her ground, giving the trackers time, she did what she did. As she stood her stance, slamming one, then the next, she stood there, fighting. Till she felt the sudden sting, and looks down, to see an imp with a dagger. Her body, growing numb as Relmarias grins, as the Inquisitor drops to her knees.

“ Lil Knight...I care not who you are...but I will make you BEG for death, by the time I am through with you...”

She was not certain where she was, she recalled the night prior, the memories...the pain, she felt through her body and eye. The suffering she would allow to claim her. That Laugh, why did that fool steal the memory of that laugh...

She would ponder to herself in thought, as she had lost her mind, after that she would let her mind wander as she laid there.

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The thoughts that ran through her mind, were lost to anyone that would see her, but the memory was painfully clear. The agony of suffering, the sensation of the transformation. Maximillion Rothanderson would grin at her, that lipless toothless grin as he’d laugh,” Hello, hello oh lil knight,” he responded as he chuckles in mirth.

She glances to the vials, all lined up, where was her friends? Where were her fathers men? Where were the proud men and women of the Argent Division of the Uther’s 12th Regiment? She struggled, to find herself bound, held in place as the forsaken smiles that lipless smile,” so how does it feel, my dear to awaken...hurts? Good good I can see it on your face, you breath, you look warm...hehee alive...thanks to surgery...look look.” He points to a nearby table turning her to see.

Her eyes go wide, seeing the remnants of her battle sisters, her brothers. Tears welling in her eyes, as she screamed at the forsaken, pulling at the restraints that held her in place as the man would cackle and laugh at her futility.

“Now now...we are only getting started I mean, everyone wants to have the parts of their parent right...in this case...” he grins as he brings the full body mirror for Ariandrei to see,” You have his eye, and his heart.” He would cackle full heartily now, in that sadistic tone as she saw what her body had become, the abomination she was turned into as she Screams her voice raw over the laughter of Rothanderson....

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To the North, they say a land frozen in hellish chaos, where the dead wander, and the souls scream in despair... To reforge that, which was destroyed, an evil thought no longer desired in the world...But to save the life of one so loved, and one so treasured... Who is to say what forces of darkness, what remnants of the past from long ago, is to be encountered...For such a noble task, what horror’s do those of the Guardians face?

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Mission request: Aerynai Dae’rienne, Librarian

Mission objective: Reforge the Runeblade for needed procedure.Iridoria of the SIlvermoon Library

Completion: To save Iridoria of the SIlvermoon Library

Reward, Reputation and Honor amongst the Guardians, as well as the Silvermoon Library.

In the Frozen lands of the North, Accursed went on her hunt, one of many journey’s she had been assigned to task. The heavily armor clad woman would march. Walking the chasm that supposedly hid her adversary...

There was word, a knights fall was here, a warrior, a champion of the Alliance, a man who was proud, and virtuous. That had fallen to the dark arts of the far north...she glances about, slowly, sadly, as she looked over those fallen here.

Bodies still have frozen in the ground, littering the battlefield of old. Alliance corpses of their people who had been felled in battle those many years ago...How sad it was to see the loss of life in those who fought the great crusade...

One body she passes, was recent, the body slowly frozen over, filled with arrows.

she kneels down, to take a look, investigating. The body was dead, long since past, and she would sigh, her breath seen in the cold. Rising she would resume her walk, as she would head to the lip of a cave. The cavern massive, the entry clear. She would proceed, as she went through the entry. Her foot falls heavy, echoing softly along the path, as she gazed about.

She would see nothing but markers, where the fallen were laid. Where someone took the time in burying the dead here, the forgotten. She was indeed in the right place. Where she comes across a man in faded gold armor, his regalia in ruins. The man before her keeping to the old ways, like herself. She waited, patiently, till the fallen Grand marshal turned her way. His eyes aglow in death knight blue...

“ So...you have come for me, so be it. But as those before you have tried, each has fallen,” says the man, bearing his Claymore to arms. Accursed gazed at him, and would bow her head.

“ Thou art time, upon Azeroth is at an end...it is time...to fall,” she replies as she brings up, blade and shield. The two face off in the chill cavern’s, standing off face to face. Till suddenly, the moved as one, steel on steel would ring out. As the two connected midway. Moth mastered in the art’s of their trade as each would deliver blow for blow. Swing, parry, dodge, attack. The two would go at it.

Again, and again, testing each other, for weakness. Time would move on, slowly around them, till Accursed saw her chance. Stepping up, stepping close, she catches the claymores swing down, against her shield, and swings with the sword hand. Removing the mans hand at the wrist.

he stands there, dumbfounded, as he was disarmed, looking to the Knight, with such anguish,” You know Nought what you do! Leave a bitter man to die alone!” He says, but the Accursed shakes her head.

She looks into the marshals eyes, and bows her helm,” Tis time to sleep...tis time for you to rest...the war is over, the battle through...you need not hide, and wallow in pity...” she says sadly, as the marshal gazes up at her, calming. He sighs, a breath that is not there...

She moves over, and collects his sword, that laid upon the ground, removing a glove. and hefts it. She looks to the man, who was head bowed, upon his knees.

“ In light, in life, may you be remembered, and honored...May light embrace you, once more...into the next world...” she sadly says, raising the blade. She hears from the Marshal’s lips, as the sword descended. One word from his lips, that pulled at her undead heart....

“Amen,” was what he spoke, before the blade removed his head from his shoulders. Listening as it bounced in the cavern, as she heard the body hit the ground. She moved slowly, as she began her work. Digging into the frozen earth, working steadily, she would do her task. Burying him, with his fallen comrades. She would do this bit, for him. 

Finishing, she would head out, and look to the high ceiling. Where she looked left, then right. She would use the sword, to shatter the pillar’s, as she walked away. Listening as the world rumbled and the cavern shook...She heard the entrance crumble. All signs now gone. She would carry the sword strapped to her back. The Dog Tags of his company and himself in hand...She would head to meet with the Argent, who would return the lost regiment home...to let their families know...they were dead, but died in honor...

peers at the commander, as she rested against her side, on the bench. Watching folks go past, through the near midnight hour. The Accursed was...lost for words, she did not know what to say about the woman. This commander was quite confounding to her.

What did she see in the knight, fallen as it were from her place among the best of the best...A knight no longer truly loved by the light. Yet this Syl...was willing to stand by her, scold her...she tried to figure if she was trying to be a big sister, or a mother...or a nagging...friend? She still debated as she watches her with her calico eyes as she rested against the knight.

Reaching up, with an armored hand, she would shift her hair, peering at her, tilting her head, as she sighs as she leans back. Against the bench, sighing, she makes sure the commander was fully asleep, moving now, making sure. She would gently sweep up the commander. 

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The history of this Knight, is a grim tale of loss, sorrow and pain...To read further invites the reason of why the armored guard reacts as she does.

Long ago born within Goldenmist Village, where it once still stood, this child was born, till the scourge had come down upon their village, their home. The fleeing family caught in a trap, hiding their youngest, from the evil's that came.

When time came, she was alone, to be found by a human knight, a man of the Argent Crusade, named Richard De'lavisa, who took her in, back to Hearthglen, to raise and train her.

Strict were the protocols, the teachings, the conditioning that was drilled into the young woman, so that she would grow to avenge her family from the evil's of the world. Her heart burned for vengeance, but her heart grew with love as well.

Her family was the Argent, her kin of arms were those that grew together and served. But that all changed on the shipment north, when word of Northrend was spoken, their journey and fates sealed...

There, there they had gone, in the name of the light. The campaign was to be righteous, and strong for all to remove the Lich king from the world, but through the war, the battles, their fate would change upon the Vanguard, when pushing through the Crusader's Pinnacle...

With her father, and their division trained for this moment, the entering of Icecrowns domain. Many were worried about what happened at Wrathgate, but with courageous hearts they marched on... but that ended in disaster...

Ambushed, cut off from their forced, the Proud and strong willed battalion stood, shoulder to shoulder, to arms, they would fight. They would live, till to the end...each proud member was brought to their knees, brought down by the scourge, but death was not what many would see....no, no indeed, not death, but far worse fate, they would feel, from a forsaken named, Maximillion Rothanderson...

Dragged, carried, collected the battalion was collected, taken back to the forsaken's laboratory, where each would be tested, measured, checked. In agonizing ways. Tested physically, mentally, emotionally. Those who cracked, were dissected, torn apart for their parts...

When it was down to Ari, she was left to remain as is, tested, she would not break, she would not bow to him, after what felt like eons of torture, but then, then it changed.

Her father brought to her, grinning at her, as he was turned into the very things they hunted...a Death knight, her father, her heart broke, as she wept in despair...

Then the process began, what was broken on her, what was infected from her imprisonment, from the burns...the torture, were replaced, Max choose to make her fate far far worse...by putting the parts of her friends, her blood brothers and sisters into her body to be a part of her...

Even her father, who's heart was put into her, as too his eye, the necromantic, arcane tendency of a spell inscribed into her very being to stabilize the body.

When her process was finished, when her body was complete, did things change, the Argent came, the war was won, Maximillion running away, gone, leaving the scar's he did, the work he had done...

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シ my character walks in on your naked

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