Dark Beginnings
Posted: 19 Nov 2008, 07:34
Cold... darkness...
Memories seem to have gotten lost, as awareness returns to her conciousness. A killing machine. Cold and in the dark.
Fires surround her. The screams of man and woman alike, in unisson of an orgy of destruction. Blood flows like streams meandering their way to the sea. A voice... always that cold, bidding voice in the back of her mind...
Suddenly with a scream she is reborn, as her older conciousness pierces itself a path through the void. The 26 year old Lÿntaria Hilton DiMauro, heiress of a rather succesfull innkeeper from Stormwind cries out in fear and anger. Her last vivid memories are travelling to the far away continent of Northrend, and disembarking in the fjords.
In order to lend her assistance to the fight against the Vrykull, she rode out into the area, and then a dark shadow fell over her as a being called a Storm Giant caught her in a moment of unawareness.
Then that voice started to whisper as her life force started seeping out of her broken and mangled body. A voice, promisisng and sweet, a chance to live once more, to serve the King who only recently had returned.
She opened her eyes with a scream, and their was her master. Gracious and mighty in his appearance, he guided her in her renewed life. Wielding a sword as a true blademaster, she soon discovered that her inert magical abilities had changed. No longer did she control the power of Fire and Shadow, the control over the demonic. They had changed, like her, into something far more intense. Instead of Curse she wielded Disease... instead of Demon, the Undying heeded her call... and then that familiar face.
Realisation set in when she was ordered to execute an old acquintance. Her master was no-one else then the dread Lich King, the being she set out to destroy for starters to begin with.
The sweet voice no longer promised, now it commanded, commanded to murder every innocent she came across. She fought this control, and though trapped in a past almost 20 years before her eventual demise, she broke free from his will, and spend all those years gaining her own free will again and building her strength again.
Soon it would be time to rejoin friends and retake her steps through Azeroth, Outlands and into the North. No longer as a warlock, but now as one of the dreaded and despised Death Knights...
But first she would have to do one more hideous crime, vile and repulsive to make sure the master scheme would be able to continue, and she was convinced the Keepers of Time would even find it amuzing... she needed to kill a 6 year old daughter of a Stormwind innkeeper
Memories seem to have gotten lost, as awareness returns to her conciousness. A killing machine. Cold and in the dark.
Fires surround her. The screams of man and woman alike, in unisson of an orgy of destruction. Blood flows like streams meandering their way to the sea. A voice... always that cold, bidding voice in the back of her mind...
Suddenly with a scream she is reborn, as her older conciousness pierces itself a path through the void. The 26 year old Lÿntaria Hilton DiMauro, heiress of a rather succesfull innkeeper from Stormwind cries out in fear and anger. Her last vivid memories are travelling to the far away continent of Northrend, and disembarking in the fjords.
In order to lend her assistance to the fight against the Vrykull, she rode out into the area, and then a dark shadow fell over her as a being called a Storm Giant caught her in a moment of unawareness.
Then that voice started to whisper as her life force started seeping out of her broken and mangled body. A voice, promisisng and sweet, a chance to live once more, to serve the King who only recently had returned.
She opened her eyes with a scream, and their was her master. Gracious and mighty in his appearance, he guided her in her renewed life. Wielding a sword as a true blademaster, she soon discovered that her inert magical abilities had changed. No longer did she control the power of Fire and Shadow, the control over the demonic. They had changed, like her, into something far more intense. Instead of Curse she wielded Disease... instead of Demon, the Undying heeded her call... and then that familiar face.
Realisation set in when she was ordered to execute an old acquintance. Her master was no-one else then the dread Lich King, the being she set out to destroy for starters to begin with.
The sweet voice no longer promised, now it commanded, commanded to murder every innocent she came across. She fought this control, and though trapped in a past almost 20 years before her eventual demise, she broke free from his will, and spend all those years gaining her own free will again and building her strength again.
Soon it would be time to rejoin friends and retake her steps through Azeroth, Outlands and into the North. No longer as a warlock, but now as one of the dreaded and despised Death Knights...
But first she would have to do one more hideous crime, vile and repulsive to make sure the master scheme would be able to continue, and she was convinced the Keepers of Time would even find it amuzing... she needed to kill a 6 year old daughter of a Stormwind innkeeper
