Chrih

Anyone who knows me (ooc) knows that I'm terrible at actually FINISHING any art that I begin. However.. This one has been coming along so nicely that I just had to share an update!

(Pronounced: Cree)

Chrih is an Alliance loyalist, working as an (unoffocial) operative during past wars, and the one we find ourselves in currently. Previously an Auchenai Soulbinder (freed before locked in the tunnels of Auchindoun), she has trained over the centuries in necromancy and shadow magic, but has a deep fear of allowing those magics to drive her mad and since has (mostly) given up the use of such abilities. Now, she uses/manipulates her own energy, and the energy of others, to take down her foes in behalf of the Alliance.

While I will take her to the city IC on rare occasions, she is mainly found out in the world. A lot of the game play done in the world OOC will be taken IC. I have no intentions of making her a hero of the Alliance, but she absolutely is out there hunting Horde warbands, taking down trolls, and blowing things up on specific Alliance missions. Chrih is lawful neutral (for now), and has the view that as long as her deeds are carried out in a manner that benefits the Alliance and the war they're in, then anything is acceptable.

Nazmir

"We can't just leave them like this, Chrih." 

Amelir's softened voice cut through the Draenei's thoughts, causing her to blink as she stared at the struggling body of the troll who'd been strung up to the pillar she now stood in front of. Her hand closed around the ancient coins she’d found and had been twirling over each of her gloved digits.

As she kept her gaze on the troll, his hands clawed at the rope that was tied around his neck, while the tips of his stubby toes just barely touched and scraped against the dirt covered ground to stop his life from ending, at least for as long as get strength remained. His tusks had been broken at the base, and violent bruises covered his nude body. A punishment, she had been informed, and when she took a slow look around the encampment it seemed this particular punishment had been carried out several times.

Looking back up at the body, Chrih finally responded, her husky voice just as quiet as Amelir's had been. "They are enemies of the Alliance, are they not?" The soulbinder didn't see the look of disgust that appeared on her partner's face, those smooth elvish features twisting in a combined look of horror and anger.

"We are not monsters," Amelir hissed, her tone touching on the anger that had begun to rise at the typical display Chrih showed. "Showing compassion does not make us weak. We should cut them down and give them mercy, ending their lives swiftly instead of like this." Amelir spat out the words as she motioned towards the troll, then turned and walked away from her partner without bothering to wait for a response. 

Several minutes passed while the rest of their team made quick work of the bodies that had been dispatched, a pile in the center of the camp now ready to be torched. Turning now, Chrih looked towards her team and gave a single nod. No time was wasted, and the torches in their hands were tossed on the bloody pile. 

Once the task was complete and the putrid stench of burning flesh permeated the air, her team gathered in front of her. Some shared the same view as she, others the same as Amelir. Or so she believed. 

Looking up at the body one last time, the troll made eye contact. She could see the reflection of the dancing flames of the nearby fire in his eyes and thought maybe there was a bit of pleading behind the pained expression his features held. "Let them hang," she ordered. They'd be dead before any assistance arrived, if any at all. The soulbinder saw the despair in his eyes before turning away. 

She didn't hear the whispers behind her or the exchange of looks as pocketed the coins and began to leave, knowing the group would follow. They left just as swiftly and silently as they arrived.