Confessions of an Altoholic

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Roleplay: From Beyond, She Comes (3)

Here it is, the long-overdue third installment in the continuing story of Serreina Nightfury.  Enjoy!


Serreina stood at the edge of the dock with her runeblade in hand, gazing out across the sea.  Her hood was pulled back, and her limp hair fluttered lightly in the breeze, but she barely noticed;  her thoughts were back in Shattrath, her mind focused on what had occurred there.

She hadn’t been particularly smart, confronting them there.  Trying to take them on at the same time hadn’t been all that wise either – in fact, that had been a patently terrible idea.  She’d taken on far larger numbers and survived, of course, but she had never faced even one demon hunter, let alone two.  She had underestimated the power Shizukera and Shatterbound wielded, and that lapse had nearly gotten her killed.

Decapitated, to be exact …

The death knight rubbed her throat, grimacing.  That had been another mistake – she had watched him as he harnessed his power, growing larger and stronger and more powerful, and yet she had foolishly allowed him to get close enough to touch her.  He had a hell of a grip, too;  he had simply caught her chest armor in one hand and her neck in the other and pulled, while she had boiled his blood and afflicted him with diseases.  If Shizukera and Kharsus hadn’t interfered, Serreina knew that both she and Shatterbound would be dead.  As it was, she had wounded both of them, but she had also lost her voice.  She fervently hoped this was temporary, because now when Kharsus spoke she had no choice but to listen.  That was annoying and inconvenient, partially because the former Scarlet Crusader was an arse, but mainly because he said many things that caused her resolve to waver.

The thought caused her lips to curl back in a sneer.  Oh yes, he said many things.  That she was insane;  that she couldn’t be trusted;  that she was utterly dependent on her runeblade, to the point that it controlled her, rather than the other way around.

Untrue …

She tightened her grip on Sorrowblade, listening as the runeblade whispered to her.  After several long moments she turned back toward Stormwind and whistled sharply.  Her deathcharger appeared at once, seeming to materialize from darkness and shadow.  She smiled.

I will defeat them still, she promised Sorrowblade silently.  I was uninformed and unprepared before.  Now I know better.  Now I know how to fight them

And I will make sure she is alone.

Her smile widened as she spurred her deathcharger on, racing back toward the city as quickly as the undead beast could carry her.  No, she wouldn’t be distracted.  She wouldn’t be dissuaded.

And she would not fail again.


July 27, 2009 Posted by | Roleplay, Serreina, Shizukera, Stories | Leave a comment