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exsilium2012-11-15 08:17 pm
formerglory) wrote in exsilium2012-11-15 08:17 pm
first unholy rune | video
[ To anyone who's been looking for Cairistiona, she's been off doing her own thing lately. Meaning, trying to find anything she can unleash her true potential on. The curse of a death knight is something she's been struggling with for a while, but at least back home she had creatures she could kill if the thirst got too bad. However, the wildlife in the Outlands is barely enough to contain her blood lust.
How the mighty have fallen indeed...
At her feet are a smattering of corpses, some with teeth marks and pieces of flesh missing, all suffering with different diseases - pestilence, blood boil, frost fever, and others. Her sword's resting against a tree and she's standing in a large circle that's only causing more pain to the critters that step in to it.
Cairistiona licks the blood from her lips and when she can actually string together her thoughts coherently, she begins to speak into the device. ]
This barely scratches the surface, Initiative. You brought me here - you should know this isn't enough to sustain someone like me! When will you give us a proper challenge, or is it amusing to see us struggle with our own loss of humanity?
[ Her breathing is heavy, ragged while she's saying this, and she knows it isn't her on a normal day. It's not who she presented herself as when arriving here and that's what makes her regret this deep down. And then, through the madness, there's a small sliver of hope that she's still in there. ]
A mission... I need a damned mission. I-I don't care what it is, just send me on one.
Please.
[ The feed soon clicks off after that plea. ]
How the mighty have fallen indeed...
At her feet are a smattering of corpses, some with teeth marks and pieces of flesh missing, all suffering with different diseases - pestilence, blood boil, frost fever, and others. Her sword's resting against a tree and she's standing in a large circle that's only causing more pain to the critters that step in to it.
Cairistiona licks the blood from her lips and when she can actually string together her thoughts coherently, she begins to speak into the device. ]
This barely scratches the surface, Initiative. You brought me here - you should know this isn't enough to sustain someone like me! When will you give us a proper challenge, or is it amusing to see us struggle with our own loss of humanity?
[ Her breathing is heavy, ragged while she's saying this, and she knows it isn't her on a normal day. It's not who she presented herself as when arriving here and that's what makes her regret this deep down. And then, through the madness, there's a small sliver of hope that she's still in there. ]
A mission... I need a damned mission. I-I don't care what it is, just send me on one.
Please.
[ The feed soon clicks off after that plea. ]