((Gnash is adorable. XD
Also, my long awaited Indi post is here.
I know I already said this in the vent chat, but I'm putting it here for those that weren't there: Kethtaz does some twisting of the lore to rile up Indi. It is all intentional and not meant to be taken seriously.))
Indigosa and Kethtaz--Scarlet Enclave
A week passed when Kethtaz returned to the barn to check on Indi's progress. He walked in to find the human lying crumpled on the floor, looking as if he were starving. Indi was slumped silently in her shackles, almost as if she were asleep. The worgen had prepared for such a result, and, with a sigh, moved over to the human, crouching down in front of him and rolling him over with his free hand. As the man came to, he looked up fearfully at Kethtaz. The death knight handed over the food and water he had been carrying.
Indi's eyes snapped open and she silently observed Kethtaz's interactions with the petty creature. Once the soldier started eating, Kethtaz stood and turned to face Indi, an expression of smug satisfaction across his maw. "I knew you would not partake in this offering," he gloated, arms crossed over his chest.
The elven death knight sneered at the worgen. "It is too pitiful of an offering for me to partake in." Wait...what the fel was she saying? She didn't want anything to do with mindless killing. Why would she say that?
Kethtaz raised an eyebrow at Indi. "Oh really? I did not realize. Do not worry, you will have your chance for better fare soon enough." The worgen stepped over to the elf and began undoing her shackles, letting the other death knight fall rather ungracefully to the floor. As Indi glared up at him while rubbing her wrists and ankles, he looked down at her and barked, "Suit up! Your armor is lying around this room, you will be needing it."
Indi watched Kethtaz leave, a snarl crossing her features. She moved about the room in a huff, grabbing her armor and placing it back on her body. As she did so, she noticed that the man from the Scarlet Crusade was staring at her. Clasping her second gauntlet on her hand, she stalked over to the human. "What are you staring at?" she growled. Before he could cower away from her, she snatched his chin in one hand. A wicked grin lit up her face and she began redirecting his blood flow to his eyes. As he began screaming and thrashing, she stepped away from his body, smiling as she heard the "pop" sound of his eyeballs exploding. She snatched up her axe and headed outside.
Kethtaz looked over Indi curiously as she walked outside. "You look pleased about something."
The death knight ignored his statement, flexing her hands within her gauntlets. "Deciding to let me free then, eh?" ((For all intents and purposes, she sheathed her axe on the way out.))
"No. I am not completely unaware that you still have not accepted who and what you are." He began leading the way across the fields.
She snorted. The answer to that was obvious. "I am Indigosa of the blue dragonflight." She stated this out loud as if proving a point.
The worgen stopped with a snort, causing Indi to bump into him. He turned to face her and jabbed a finger in her chest. "Wrong! Whether or not you were actually a blue dragon in your previous life, you are not now. Now, you are Indigosa the blood death knight, and you cannot control the powers you were given."
Kethtaz's words struck home with Indi. The worgen resumed walking again and she followed diligently, turning his words over and over in her mind. Perhaps this had been her problem all along? Was she spending too much time longing for what she once was instead of focusing on what she had become? Indi didn't get the chance to really mull over any answers to these internal questions. Kethtaz had stopped and taken cover behind a grouping of trees, waving her over.
As Indi approached him, the worgen jerked his head, gesturing to something behind the trees. "This is your assignment today. With any luck we will get the last vestiges of your barriers to break down."
Indi gave Kethtaz a look before peering around their tree cover. Her eyes widened as the militant part of her brain picked out a group of about ten Scarlet Crusade soldiers. They seemed relaxed and unaware of the danger that lurked just around the corner. She turned back to her fellow death knight, eyes narrowed. "What is the meaning of this?!" she hissed.
"They are pretty much all that remains of the once great Scarlet Crusade forces that were once stationed here."
"So why bring me here? This has nothing to do with me!"
Kethtaz rolled his eyes at her. "The Scarlet Crusade and the Scourge have long been at war with one another. Acherus Hold was built for the purpose of countering the Scarlet forces here. We were also used to pull Tirion Fordring out of hiding. Both successful fronts, although ultimately failed when it was discovered that the Lich King had sent us in to die at Light's Hope Chapel. Arthas was pushed back and the death knights of the Ebon Blade were freed."
While Indi tensed at the mention of the Lich King, she looked unimpressed. "I still do not see what that has to do with me. That is well after my time. I was freed around the same time as Lady Sylvanas."
The worgen sneered. "You think the Scarlet Crusade cares about whether we are free or not? They are corrupted; rumors say it is by Balnazzar, one of the three Nathrezim. Undead are undead to them--Forsaken...death knights...we might as well all be the Scourge to them."
The elf's hands clenched into fists. A flash of red briefly illuminated her eyes. "I am NOT a member of the Scourge!" she growled out through ground teeth.
Kethtaz studied her reaction closely, noticing that his words were starting to have the desired effect. "That matters little to them dear. You are nothing but a pock mark upon these lands; a monster with no mind, no heart, and no soul. You are just another beast to be killed."
Indi's jaw had set, one of her hands sliding to the hilt of Bloodletter.
"Just think, they are the reason we came to be. The reason so many brave, and sometimes innocent, people were killed and risen by the Lich King to become his tools. So many forced to face a fate far worse than any hell.
"We walk the earth again, trying to understand our existence...our curse, and yet here they are spitting in the faces of the good we may want to do. They believe theirs is the only true way. The undead are a blight upon the lands and they will stop at
nothing to kill us, even if it means killing the living as well. If you let them live, not only will they kill you, but those you love as well."
As Kethtaz spoke, a slow-burning anger built up inside of Indi. Bloodletter had been drawn and the runes along its handle were glowing. Her eyes had turned to a smoldering red color, and a snarl crawled its way across her face. Everything about the death knight spoke of steel-edged death.
Inwardly Indi struggled to retain some form of self-control when her emotions raged so intensely. The barrier between her and
It had been slowly diminishing over the last week, and now, caught up in the moment, Indi couldn't feel it anymore, and that scared her. Suddenly, she found herself no longer behind the safety of the tree cover, but staring face to face with the ten soldiers.
One by one they saw her. Her grip on her axe tightened as she looked the worthless humans over. She would show them just who they were dealing with. They wanted a monster and now they would get one. Falling prey to the madness inside of her, Indi let forth a haunting, blood curdling, ear shattering war cry.
The Crusaders recoiled from the sound, some covering their ears. One of them finally managed to pull out a crossbow and fire off a bolt at the death knight. The arrow pierced through Indi's chest armor, lodging itself between her ribs and piercing a lung. Without batting an eyelash, she pulled the bolt out, putting on a burst of speed and rushing the group of soldiers. While her plate armor slowed her some, it was not enough to keep the first soldier she happened upon alive.
With a deft movement she had jabbed the arrow up the mouth of the startled human, the force of the blow shoving it up through his brain and killing him. As his blood pooled on the ground, the remaining Scarlets finally began gathering for a counter attack. Indi grinned at them wickedly. With a twist of her hand, the dead soldier's blood spread across the ground, causing it to bubble and boil ominously. The Crusaders looked at it and the smirking death knight nervously. From the back of their ranks, the Captain called out, "What are you all scared for? We outnumber her nine to one! Charge!"
"Bring it," Indi replied, licking her lips and slicing her hand open along Bloodletter's edge, coating the blade with her disease filled blood ((We'll assume she's slicing through her gauntlet >_>)). She clotted the wound just as the group of soldiers came rushing at her. Some of them cried out as the acidic blood on the ground began eating away at their boots. Three of them made it to Indi, weapons raised to attack.
The death knight merely smirked once more and lashed out with a horizontal blow aimed at their midriffs. The soldiers were caught off-guard and sent flying backwards into their comrades. The captain of the group had managed to sneak around behind Indi, cleaving her across the back and sending her sprawling across the ground, axe sliding out of her grip. His triumph was short lived as his legs were kicked out from under him.
((continued in next post))
(Sorry, bad pun off the Southwest Airlines commercials. XD)))