The Blood Prince Council A revised version of something I did long ago.
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The Blood Prince Council A revised version of something I did long ago.

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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โย They can try to stop us but we will grow. โ

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Icecrown Citadel
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๐๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ถ ๐๐ซ๐ขยท:
ย ย ย โย ย I thought your kind died off with your master.ย ย โย ย ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย closed starterย ย ย @scourgeprinceยท
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โย Ah yes. I do forget thatย theย conceptย ofย life ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย and death is often so very concrete for those ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย who live by the duality of a standard mortality. ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Iโll let you in on a small trade secret, however. ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โโ You cannot killย what isย ย alreadyย dead.ย โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โย Does it scorn youโโwhat's beenย done?ย Does ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย it leave you aching with un-fulfillment, ravaged by ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย animosity? Does it challengeย yourย naturalย place ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย in this world? โ
His questions were as quick as arrowfire, no pause for reflection left on purpose. Whatever malice had corrupted him upon his first death had not dissipated by the third; he was egging the other. Creatures of kin, whether they acknowledged it or not, they were. It was his duty then, a Prince still, to weave his way beneath the other's flesh, like an eager needle, and stitch up whatever remnants he could find. Had this one been loyal? He couldn't remember the face. Was it he who had been scrambled then? Or was this one truly a deserter? Too many questions. He was going to seem suspicious.
@frostveiled ( @pitiflame ) / starter call
He had thwarted the Alliance before with deception. He had infiltrated their forces and been seen in a good lightโโ for a little while. Trust has been harbored, enough to leave scars in the shape of cultists throughout their infrastructure. It hadn't been for naught, despite his defeat. His sacrifice had produced some gains in the name of their Scourge.
It would be the same now, for he was above the idea of relenting. He had lived to die thrice over and there was absolutely no fear, no struggle to fight the balance between life and death; his presence alone already walked that line. This would be a slow burn, the work that they did, and he was in no rush. Patience would be the key to preserving their art.
He was clever enough now to know that assembly with the king would do him no good but his daughter? Perhaps another story. There was a wide grin behind the more conservative fabric that covered the lower half of his face as he greeted her. He looked more roguish than anything, stark-white hair pulled back into a high, horse's tail, cloth garments draped about him. The only strangeness about his appearance was his large, bat-like ears and the pallid skin tone. The hidden smile would meet his eyes as he lied a charming greeting.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โย M'Lady Princess, I am humbled by your council. โ
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How did you die?
The echo of a chuckle shook his entire frame at her question before his actions settled with a slow shaking of his head in the negative.ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โย Dear thingโโ such a question is so terriblyย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย intrusive. Do you wish for them toย thinkย you a ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย churlishย ย meddler?ย ย Noโโย ofย ย courseย ย not. ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Youโreย ย ย soย ย ย muchย ย ย moreย ย ย thanย ย that.ย ย ย โ
A full-bodied mockery of a sigh had him slumping his weight upon one hip, eyebrow quirking in an almost conceding expression.ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โย If you truly wish to know,ย however,ย Iโll need ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย youย toย clarifyย yourย inquiry.ย Whichย death?ย ย โ
Do you still experience any of the same needs you did when you were alive? Emotional, physical, whatever you can think of.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โย ย And what do you gain by prying, hm? One in ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย aย positionย ย suchย asย ย mineย ย hasย ย noย ย needs.ย ย โย
This, of course, is a lie, for the Prince is constantly walking the line of desperation for sustenance gained only through endless murder. There is no game involved, not with him, but such weakness, the side effect of a beautiful gift, is not one to disclose to the masses, and certainly not this stranger.ย
Other needs are but distant memories to the Darkfallen. Whatever he had cherished in life has been burned into the seared ground with the decimation of his people and he himself has left pleasures of the living in the frozen wastes that are now his sanctuary. Despite it all, he has been witnessed pining for the touch of soft blanketsโโheโll never admit that.