I find it difficult to believe that I'm the only one who has chosen to remain behind on the night of the party. I've spent the better part of a month on the streets of our illustrious host city. [Bone dry.]

I'm finding myself in the mood for some company. I don't suppose anyone here knows Wicked Grace or Diamondback?

If not, I'll settle for a decent drink. I'll even buy the first round.

So, I get that you guys called everyone here from... all these different worlds for this war.

[adell has managed to operate the video on this thing and somehow avoided breaking it. he's operated cellphones before in the netherworld, and... okay, isn't completely technology stupid; after all, televisions and stuff exist too.

he looks at the camera questioningly.]

So what's with the big feasts and dances and all that? I mean, if that's all we're gonna do, you can just send me home now. If you called me here to fight, then let's fight. And if someone'd like to work out and spar with me in the meantime, that'd be great too.

Standing around doing nothing just isn't my style.

[Koltira's voice is even more guttural than usual, thick with gravel and pain. The strange reverberation is more pronounced, too; it's as though some other spirit hisses in echo of each word he says.]

I ask you--for my sake--for yours--do not come near my lake right now. [he pauses, exhaling raggedly.] Best ... best, in fact, to avoid the area around it in a several mile radius. For several days, at least.

Please.

[another short, gasping breath, and he's done.]

[OOC edit: koltira is now in his blood frenzy. you are free to approach him, action-style, but please keep in mind that the content of such threads may be triggering. death knights are sadists, and their view of violence is inevitably sexualized. OK? OK <3]