Confessions of an Altoholic

demon hunters, death knights, and druids, oh my!

Roleplay: From Beyond, She Comes (1)

Welcome!

I needed a good inaugural post, so I figured, what better way to get things rolling than with an RP snippet?  The fact that this piece represents the end of two and a half years of writer’s block makes it especially exciting to me.  *flails happily*

Profiles of involved characters to come.  Enjoy the story!

~*~

The death knight walked through the streets of Stormwind, her saronite greaves clanging sharply on the cobblestones. The city was crowded today, but she moved easily through the masses; even after the king’s proclamation, few of the city’s denizens truly trusted her kind and fewer still wished to touch her.

That was fine by her. She did not wish to touch them either.

She made her way to the trade district and slipped into the shadows between the buildings. Her hair had long since faded from its natural blue to a pale white, and her eyes burned with the icy blue glow of the necromantic magics that bound her to this unlife – a glow that was now partially obscured by the hood she had carefully arranged over her head. It wasn’t likely that the one she sought would recognize her. But her daughter had watched her die and still believed her to be dead, and the bustling trade district was the last place she would choose for a reunion with one of her children …

As she had expected, her daughter appeared within minutes, winding her way through the crowds near the auction house. Her hair was longer, less shaggy, a rich shade of purple instead of its natural midnight blue. She had grown – oh, she had grown so much! – and the death knight saw the gleam of an engagement ring around her finger. For an instant, the cold, hard shell around her soul cracked, and the former priestess smiled.

Shizukera, she thought. My child.

Then Shizukera turned around, and the smile froze on the death knight’s face. Her daughter was wearing a blindfold, the glow of her cursed sight clearly visible through the fabric, a telltale sign of the path she had chosen.

The path of the demon hunter.

A flood of emotions, forgotten and unfelt for so long, poured through the death knight’s consciousness. The stupid, foolish child! Had she forgotten what the Burning Legion had done to her world, to her people, to her father and her brother – and to her? They were the ones who had killed her; they were the reason she was locked in this damned unlife; if they hadn’t killed her, she couldn’t have been raised, pressed into the Lich King’s service, forced to torture and maim and kill hundreds – not just the Scarlet zealots, but countless innocents as well …

And now, her daughter, her own daughter, had made herself into one of them. She had willingly joined her soul to one of theirs. She might not look like one – not yet, at least – but in her soul, she was a demon.

The torrent of emotions froze, coalescing into icy resolve. Her daughter had betrayed her and she would pay for her betrayal.

Serreina Nightfury smiled.

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June 28, 2009 - Posted by | Roleplay, Serreina, Shizukera, Stories

3 Comments »

  1. Excellent. Can’t wait to see what happens from here.

    Comment by Ecgric | June 28, 2009 | Reply

  2. Dramatic, intriguing… I like. :)

    Comment by Seri | June 28, 2009 | Reply

  3. Thanks, guys! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. <3

    I'm stirring up ideas for the next installment, so hopefully I'll have another piece up soon. :)

    *quietly cheers the end of writer's block!*

    Comment by Shizukera Nightfury | June 29, 2009 | Reply


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