The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)
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				Title: <strong>The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 22:56:20</strong>
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				Merenwen was sent to Tanaris to investigate some strange magical sources near the Caverns of Time together with her best friend Viridiel the holy priest. They arrived at the cave and Merenwen immediately felt something wrong, something evil.<br><br>"Keep your eyes open Vir," she said as she dismounted and looked around. The bronze dragonflight normally guarding the entrance of the cave, were gone. <br>"Nozdormu is gone, something must be wrong."<br><br>Quickly she got something out of her bag and took some ratings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 23:13:04</strong>
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				Tenarius, once a proud Night Elf, but long since ago lost to the manipulations of the Lich King and turned into a Death Knight, not one of the Ebon Knights that had broken free of his spell, he was of an older order, still held in the King's sway. <br><br>Now he was hiding, just out of view from those that had wandered into his trap. It had been carefully planned and now it was launched. The two Blood Elves were surrounded, it became evident when Tenarius gave the signal and they started to move, his allies. Other Death Knights, lesser trained ones, a dozen in number, but they hadn't been hardened by battle the way Tenarius had. He was bringing them along, showing them the real ropes. How to catch prey. <br><br>A dozen Death Knights in uniform armour, powerful rune swords in their hands walked down, Ghouls at their sides. Tenarius made his own way down, his Ghoul, Rotgrinder at his side. His rune hammer in hand, once a Hammer of the Naaru, corrupted for his use. <br><br>"Make this difficult for us if you like, it shall leave you all the more tired and easy to transport back to Northrend." He taunted, hammer resting over one shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 23:44:09</strong>
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				Viridiel nodded as he dismounted and moved his staff into a guard position, "Maybe we should get reinforcements. . ." He trailed off and his eyes widened as the deathknights and ghouls revealed themselves.&nbsp; "By the Light!" he said in a mixture of a swear and a prayer as he cast a shield up around himself and then began to gather holy energy in another spell. . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 23:54:48</strong>
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				"Death Knights!" <br><br>Merenwen cursed and frightened. Sure she was a powerful paladin and Viriel was a good priest but such an overwhelming number of rotting ghouls and even more powerful Death Knights, they stood little chance. <br>She noticed the Hammer of the Naaru, or at least what was left of it.<br><br>"You monster, you fought for the light and now it shall turn against you!" she yelled at the one wearing it. She blessed Viriel and herself and consecrated the floor beneath them, grasping for her longsword. <br><br>"Light purge them who were once dead. Lay them down for good now!" Her spell chain hit all the ghouls, seriously weakening them, making sure the moment they would step onto the consecrated floor, they would be dead. <br><br>Of course the Death Knights were unaffected by this spell. She looked at Viriel and saw him building up energy. The first strike had to come from the Death Knights and her sword was ready to cleave them in half and burn their remains with the all the holy power she possessed. The Caverns of Time were instable enough without this raiding party so close.<br><br>Inside her prayers went out, hoping Nozdormu and Anachronos were still alive, protecting the caverns and maybe protection the two blood elves too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 00:14:25</strong>
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				Lich King be praised! They were putting up a fight! It would be fun indeed catching them. The Paladin performed one of her tricks, a magical assault on the ghouls. Pick off the weak ones first, as if it matter, the big guns were still at full power. <br><br>"Death Knights, they plan to use the holy light to purge us. Why don't some of you show me that strangulation spell you've been working on!" It was more of an order then a request really. Several of the Death Knights moved, sending a surge of Death Knight magic, rob them of their words, cut off the power to cast magic. <br><br>"Morian, get the priest!" he ordered, instantly the Death Knight Morian, once a human women now Death Knight sent out a hang of magic to pull the Priest towards her and the warriors not far from her, weapons ready to be positioned in most unfavourable places quickly. Team Tactics planned carefully, but practised to perfection. <br><br>Tenarius himself, feeling a moment of vanity, decided he would engage the paladin, he started to stroll down towards the women and her sacred area, hammer gripped in two hands now. <br><br><strong>"Fight me!"</strong> He roared at the Paladin, not just a roar, invoking an ancient Death Knight spell, the Dark Command the Lich King called it, compelling his foes to battle.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 00:32:45</strong>
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				Merenwen smashed a stunning spell at the Death Knight who targeted Viridiel. In a big agile leap she stepped to the Death Knight, raised her sword and his the female full on.<br><br>"Hands off tuts, he's mine."<br><br>Immediately she focussed back on what seemed to be their leader. Refreshing the consecration the smiled at him, keeping her eyes on him. <br>"Why should I start a fight, knowing I will loose. If you want to fight, you'll have to strike first. Or are you scared to get burned.. monster." <br><br>Her taunt would make him charge at her. He could afford being made a fool of towards the remaining of his squad and when he did, she'd be ready. Or so she thought.
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				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 00:38:55</strong>
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				Viridiel gasped and chocked as the dark strands of magic wrapped around his throat and the holy fire frizzled around his hands.&nbsp; His eyes were wide with terror as he was pulled to the midst of the death knights.&nbsp; His shield shimmering as it was struck over and over again as he tried to avoid the blows.&nbsp; His shield vanishing in the five seconds it took the strangulate to fade. . . He tried to get off a psychic scream before he could be silenced again. . .
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 00:48:45</strong>
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				The Night Elf Death Knight smiled, one wave of his hand put a yellow shield around his body, why put her magic to waste? Might as well absorb it. The Death Knight charged at the Paladin. One of the other Death Knights, eager to prove his worth to the leader of the group cast a spell at the Paladin, shackles of ice to hold her in place, stop her from escaping his wrath. <br><br><strong>"Obliterate!"</strong> He roared, charging his hammer with held high in both hands, charging it with his negative energy before swinging at the Paladin's stomach.<br><br>Meanwhile, Death Knights were fleeing the mental scream from the priest, but not all had been close enough, the ghouls that had been patiently waiting for an order, leapt at the Priest, clawed hands ready to tear him down. 
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				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 00:59:12</strong>
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				Viridiel turned and cast a shield up around Merenwen in the breather provided by the the fleeing deathknights.&nbsp; As the ghouls charged him his eyes and body crackled with golden energy as he then began to unleash holy nova after holy nova.&nbsp; Burning the ghouls and deathknights with holy energy even as he healed himself and Merenwen, but burned through his mana in the bargain.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 01:18:08</strong>
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				Feeling the shield of Viridiel around her, she blocked the swing from the corrupted hammer with her Lionheart Executioner and struck around her, hitting the Death Knight that froze her in place.<br><br>She had wounded two and maybe some ghouls but wasn't even sure if it was enough to keep them out of the fight. Seeing how she had no other choice, she swung at the leader, trusting his obviously less than qualified helpers to Viridiel.<br><br>Knowing the first hits he made couldn't hit her, she unleashed all her harmful spells at him the moment his shield dropped, charging at him, striking him with her sword.<br>"Die! Go back to the filth that spawned you!"
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 01:44:19</strong>
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				When his shield faded, he was blasted with a torrent of holy magic, a volley of spells, anathema to his Death Knight magic powered body. When it was over, one could almost see the smoke from the holy fire that had burned him. Yet he still stood. <br><br>Her sword came at him, he rose his hammer to defend, were a Paladin could consecrate the ground, so to could the Death Knight desecrate it, the ground beneath the two became dead and lifeless, unholy and wicked, to make it worst for the Blood Elf Paladin, without warning arms of bone and rotting flesh burst out from the ground, grabbing at her legs. The Death Knight himself covered his hammer in a foul plague, torture her over time as her health turned against her, before swinging the hammer for her shoulder. "Taste the disease of undeath!" he cackled. <br><br>Meanwhile, Shatoom, one of Tenarius's most powerful recruits made his way over to the Priest, rune sword in hand. But he didn't use it, instead he just watched and waited until the priest was done. "Looks like your out of mana." The Tauren taunted before plunging his sword into the ground, a moment later swinging his massive, plate covered fist for the Priests face, hoping to just knock him out. After all, they were to be taken alive.
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				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 02:13:42</strong>
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				Viridiel panted as he emptied out his mana. . . His eyes widened as he noticed the tauren, "not qui. . ." he growled in answer as he unleashed an arcane torrent, silencing the nearby deathknights and replenishing his mana. Yet it was too late as the massive metal fist cracked into his face. . . Viridiel was sent sprawling to the desecrated ground, the undead arms grabbing him as the world spun around him and he fell unconscious.&nbsp; Out of the fight unless Merenwen could heal him.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 10:09:01</strong>
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				Merenwen felt the hammer hit her shoulder and cried out in pain. The desecrated ground burned through her plate boots and the plagued hammer tormented her flesh straight through the armor.<br><br>Seeing her lover fall at the blow of the Tauren, Merenwen shielded herself and stepped back lowering her sword. Even if she could beat the Death Knight, she'd still didn't have enough to fight off the entire group. <br><br>"You win," she said, kneeling down. "There is no need for more casualties." Of course she referred to the two badly wounded Death Knights but also to Viridiel.
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 16:57:13</strong>
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				Tenarius watched with delight as the Priest was knocked out, falling to the floor and being grabbed up by the undead arms. The Death Knights on his side of the small battlefield picked him up, quickly removing his weapon, tying his hands at his back, and that little trick Tenarius had shown them, tying some enchanted string around his fingers, keeping them stuck together. If he couldn't move his fingers in the precise way required of magic, it would be impossible to cast spells, and escape. <br><br>Meanwhile, the Paladin had surrendered to Tenarius. But protected herself. No matter, the priest was in such a bad position, if she tried everything, he'd be killed in moments. "Your sword Paladin, we wouldn't want your hand to slip and gut someone while we walk." he asked, while holding a hand out towards her, expecting her to hand over her weapon.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 00:00:12</strong>
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				Looking over to Viridiel, she decided they could him instantly. Reluctantly she dropped her sword and kicked it to the Death Knight.<br><br>"Don't ruin it. I intent to use it again once I'm free." <br><br>Of course it was bluff but her position in Silvermoon should be enough to at least set up a search party.<br><br>"Let's get this over with," she uttered.<br><br>She lowered her head and put her wrists together and stuck them out to the leader of the Death Knights. 
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 15:27:07</strong>
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				"At least we agree on that." he replied, looking over the blade for a moment. "It'll make an excellent Rune Sword." He handed it to one of his minions before turning back to the Paladin, a wave of his hand casting a spell, her wrists became locked in icy shackles. <br><br>"Now lets move out, get to the ship and make for Northrend!" He ordered, they nodded and started to move out.<br><br>--Sometime later, at the Ship--<br><br>They had arrived at the ship, it was a massive thing, made of dark woods and metals, skull iconography adorned its hull. The sail looked as if it shouldn't even perform its task, beaten and torn by the weather. "Load them on, lock them in the same room, put up an anti-magic ward! Remove them off everything and break them down for their magic components, but keep the weapons, place them in my office. But them in rags and chain them up." His voice was booming, there was movement on the ship, great movement, Death Knights and ghouls and those not so important moved to perform their leaders bidding.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 15:51:50</strong>
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				The icy shackles hurt her slim wrists and she really hoped he'd let her Lionheart sword in tact. Merenwen was still sure she would be rescued soon enough. She knew very well what was going to happen on the ship with them.<br><br>Once on the boat they got stripped of all their gear and were given some rags. As they brutes crushed her plate gear, she fought the cage that was keeping her. Trying to cast out once. When she found out the anti magic shield around the cage she decided not to waste any more mana. <br><br>She fought heavily against the guards that chained her up and even in the chains she kept fighting.<br>"You WILL regret this day for the rest of your pathetic miserable undead life!"
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 16:26:53</strong>
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				Once the ship got moving, and the land no longer visible, just ocean on every side Tenarius returned his attention to his captives, having been too busy until then. He strode down to the cell, his hammer no-where he sight, but still adorned in his armour, minus his hood. With key in hand he let himself in, locking it again, should something happen and one of them try their hands.<br><br>"Its a funny thing, for all the holy power behind your armour, my enchanter was able to break it down and use its magics to make my own armour all the more power. I think there's something ironic about it, do you appreciate irony?" He asked the paladin, chained up and covered in rags, the priest in similar form, albeit still unconscious by the seems of it. <br><br>He let a gauntleted hand rise up, to stroke the side of her face. "Well Blood Elf...do you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 17:22:58</strong>
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				"I'll appreciate it when the fury of the Sunwell is unleashed upon your rotting corpse and banishes your soul to the deepest and darkest crevasses of the world you filth," she spat at him, moving her head away from his hand.<br><br>"Don't touch me!" she sneered. <br><br>She might have been defeated in battle, the paladin was still not rolling over and surrender to her captor.<br>"Why did you take us when you could have invaded the Caverns of Time? Afraid of a few dragons ey? So you decided to take the easier prey? Cowards!"<br><br>Merenwen spat on his boots and her eyes shot fire. Her black long hair wrecked from the constant struggling.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 17:48:24</strong>
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				"I'll touch you all I want!" He informed with delight, his gauntleted hand reaching for the inside of her leg, to rub up and down. He knew how much it would torment her, but then again it was rather the point. "You don't get it do you? The Caverns of Time was not my target, you were! The entire thing was planned to capture you two!"<br><br>He pressed his body in against hers, without the magic aid of her armour, and all the aid his armour have him, he knew he was far stronger then her, she could no more push him away then she could push away a mountain. He leaning in close, his mouth next to her ear. "I'm going to do things to you, you'll scream for mercy, you'll cry...but by the time we reach Northrend, you'll be so much my slave, that you will be delighted to become my next Death Knight apprentice." he whispered, a slight chuckle on his lips.
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				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 19:30:11</strong>
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				Viridiel shook his head as he woke up, the world swimming around him for a few moments.&nbsp; He tried to cast a spell to ease his pain and vertigo but found his hands bound.&nbsp; It took a few moments for him to take everything in and then he glared at the death knight.&nbsp; He wanted to be angry, furious, at how his friend and lover was being treated, fear that he and her were the true targets. But he was taught not to give into his anger or fear, and it wouldn't serve them here anyway.<br><br>"Even the dimmest of candles can shine in the deepest of darknesses. . . Tell me night elf, can you remember a time before you were like this?&nbsp; Did you have children? A lover?&nbsp; Can you remember a time when this darkness did not fill your heart?"<br><br>His pitch and tone was that of a gentle and patient father talking to a beloved son.<br><br>"Maybe by the time we reach Northrend you will remember. . . Maybe you will ask us to help you lift the darkness from your heart and let the warmth and love of the light back in. . ."
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:08:19</strong>
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				Merenwen was completely lost at the patience of Viridiel. While she was fighting his very words, he was trying to actually touch his weak side. <br><br>The Death Knight's weight pressing her against the wall and her lack of strength to fight him made her despair. His threatening words didn't help that feeling go away. <br><br>"I'll never abandon the Light. Not for the likes of a Lich King puppet like you," she snapped at him and fiercely fought his weight, but to avail. <br><br>The only comfortable thought she had was that while she couldn't use magic, neither could he. 
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:21:29</strong>
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				He pulled away from the pretty Blood Elf Paladin, turning to the Priest, he had spirit, if little else on his side at this time. "Yes Priest, I had them all. I was once a warrior, a proud member of the Alliance, I fought the Horde, I was a Knight Champion, I ran into battle with a flag on my back. I bested the Horde's champions, dozens of them. I felt a furry in battle, I charged the enemy, I was like a rock that they're waves broke against. I fought for pride, more then anything else. Then I met a women I would eventually marry, and yes I had we had children. But I continued to fight, but now for different reasons, I fought to protect them, I fought to make sure nobody approached they're home land."<br><br>He swung a fist towards the Priests stomach. "But do you know what? It was pathetic, it wasn't the same. It was an impure reason, then I travelled to Northrend, that's when I first heard his whisper, his promises. He turned me back into what I was, a force of nature. But do you know what the greatest thing about fighting for him is? We're bringing peace. You Horde and Alliance fools can squabble all you what, but your not making any progress. <strong>We are.</strong>" In replied, before swinging his fist for his stomach again.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked back to the Paladin, so sure of herself. "Do you know how many have said that? You wouldn't believe me if I told you." he chuckled, moving towards not her, but a table on the far side of the room. He opened a chest, the room was very prepared for its intention.
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				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:27:56</strong>
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				At least the death knight was pulled away and distracted from Merewen he thought as he grunted from the pain of the punch and hung from his chain gasping.&nbsp; "There may be peace in the darkness I'll grant you that," he gasped.&nbsp; Lifting his eyes he stared at the night elf's own, "But it is empty, it is a false peace.&nbsp; Remember the look of your children's faces, your lover's.&nbsp; I imagine they miss you.&nbsp; . . Remember the warmth you felt in your heart at seeing their birth, of being with them after you protected them.&nbsp; You can feel that warmth again though you think yourself chilled to a void. . ."
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:42:20</strong>
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				"Vir... shut up, you're not making things better," she said to her friend, trying to stay calm. The words of the Death Knight still ringing in her head. Although stupid and lies, it scared her that a once proud night elf, was corrupted to this point. She looked at Viridiel and gave him a look to give some extra power to her words to him to shut up.<br><br>Her eyes followed her captor around the cell. The rocking of the ship made her body weak and she couldn't find the strength after the struggle against her bounds to try and look what he was getting.
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				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 22:57:31</strong>
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				Tenarius found what he had been looking for, but for now, he left it there. He had to prepare the room first. He looked to the ceiling, where their chains holding them rose too. It was not a normal, static thing. It could be moved, along rails across the ceiling, just simple forwards and backwards. <br><br>"What is your name Priest? Because, I do not think you have the enlightenment to know what your speaking about, you'd have to have walked my path."<br><br>This was a surprisingly important part of the over all plan though. Knowing that the priest would suffer far more if he targeted his mind, the physical side of the torture would be kept for the Paladin. Tenarius reached for the pully mechanism, pulling the metal ring her chains were tied to closer to the centre of the room, the centre of the room had what appeared to clamps on the floor, but Tenarius had no intention of using those...yet.
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				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 23:09:00</strong>
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				"You claim to have been sent after us specifically yet do not know our names?" he frowned.<br><br>His eyes stared at the death knight, "And I know what it is to walk in darkness, I remember how good it seemed to feel.&nbsp; I too was nearly lost within the shadows, I bargained with and feed upon demons in my addiction.&nbsp; But I was brought back, and you could be too. . ."<br><br>He noticed Merenwen's look but met it with a gentle look of his own.&nbsp; At the least he could delay the physical torture of his love by distracting the death knight. . .
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 23:23:44</strong>
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				As she was hinged forward to the center of the room, all she heard was the squeeking sound of the machine and the still calm voice of Viridiel still trying to talk to the Death Knight. <br><br>"Our names are as important as yours, weakling." <br>In truth she was terrified of what was to happen and silently she said a prayer that, despite the anti magic shield, made her feel a little less scared. She kept her head raised in awaitance of the next foul and dark action of the Death Knight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 23:41:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My name is Tenarius." he informed, while walking behind his prisoner, with a quick movement of his hands, the Death Knight tore the back of her rag open, revealing the Blood Elf Paladin's back, now with nothing to protect it, not armour, or rag. Nothing. He made his way back to the chest, what he pulled out was a nasty thing indeed, a cat o'nine tails, the whips themselves dotted across their leather length, shards of glass. <br><br>He removed his gloves, he wanted to be able to feel his whip. He made his way back behind the Paladin, taking a moment to let his finger run over the skin of her back. He pulled his arm back, preparing the swing. "Once again, my name is Tenarius, and this is going to hurt, at least now you know what name to curse." he informed, before swinging his arm forward, the cat o'nine tails coming down towards her back, the shards of glass preparing to cut away the flesh from her back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 23:52:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Viridiel gazed at her, trying to encourage her to keep her eyes upon him, "Remember our lessons together my love? Pain is but a distraction, you can distance yourself from it.&nbsp; The pain of the body can be eased by the soul and the light. . ."&nbsp; His eyes were filled with concern, tenderness, and love, "He cannot truly hurt you unless you allow him."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 23:56:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body responded immediately as he tore the rags from her body. Goosebumps from the cold air on the ship and the warmth of the fear. Then his cold touch of his bare fingers.<br><br>She tiptoed as she hung in the middle of the room. Judging from the gasp of Viridiel as a box closed, it couldn't have been any good what he had taken out. Merenwen was with her back to the wall and to Viridiel and she was glad he couldn't see her fear in her eyes.<br><br>Then the whip hit her hard. Although she had expected something like a whip, this was much worse than any whip could possibly feel. As if a thousand knifes stabbed her. Not too deep but just deep enough to cause severe pain. With the sound of the whip came a scream. Primal fear and terror and pain released from Merenwen's mouth. <br><br>Seconds after the first strike of the whip, she felt something warm flowing over her back. She laughed in pain.<br><br>"You whipped me once.... and already I'm bleeding. This way.. I'll be dead when we get... to Northrend," she managed to squeek out between the gasps for air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 00:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked back to the Priest. "Lover? Your lovers? A Priest and a Paladin? How delightful." He smiled, throwing the whip back towards the chest. "Well...why didn't you say so, that changes things completely!" He ran his hand over her back, being sure to pick up her blood on his hand. <br><br>With a slow pace he made his way over to the priest, whipping his hand across the Blood Elfs face, very sure he'd enjoy having his lovers blood on his face. But soon he made his way back to her. "Actually, once I'm finished torturing you, I'll drag you outside, heal you up, we have some magic for that, so you'll be good as new by morning. Then we'll start all over, him on the other hand, he'll be dead. Every Death Knight needs a ghoul, he'll be yours. That's why we need two."<br><br>He reached to manipulate the pully again, this time it was to release the chains, let her down from being held up by the ceiling. Of course, now he had the clamps on the floor, to keep someone on their hands and knees. He reached to put her in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 00:21:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He glared at the knight and then laughed, "A ghoul?" The prospect frankly terrified him but he tried to hide it in amusement, "Me?! a ghoul?! You'd want someone stronger in the body than I as a ghoul.&nbsp; I am weak in body, truly the scourge must be desperate and near defeat if they start turning to those such as I to make ghouls out of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 19:20:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As her hands were released she didn't have the strength to stand up and immediately fell to her hands and knees. Before she could even respond to it she was already bound to her wrists and ankles. She heard Viridiel make some statements about ghouls and she had to admit, he had a point. Although he was making the Death Knight angry no doubt. <br><br>Sure it would be a relief to have him off her, she also knew she was stronger than he was and that it would only take two or three good beatings to have Viridiel killed.<br><br>"Surely they are desperate if they are to capture a female blood elf and torture her with whips." <br><br>Merenwen hoped it would take his attention off of her lover, back to her. Although her back was already in severe pain, she could take much more physical pain than Viridiel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 20:12:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you honestly think we use big strong men to turn into ghouls? Those things decay, any muscle they used to have doesn't matter. They're meat shields fool, magic keeps them going, not muscle!" He could have slapped himself in the face, this one was dim. It was a handy choice that the girl would be the Death Knight. Intelligence was so useful.<br><br>He went back to his chest of toys, returning with what appeared to be a short length of rope, with a clamp of some kind on one end, and what looked a fish hook on the other. "So tell me, how long have you love birds together?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 20:23:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The priest grinned, "And the more meat a meatshield has the more useful it is, I know well the uses and limitations of the dark arts.&nbsp; But go ahead and free my spirit from its mortal coil. . . For if you strike me down my spirit of redemption and vengeance shall be more powerful than you can possibly imagine."<br><br>It was tempting to dip back into the shadow arts.&nbsp; His body nearly trembled with the thought of once again experiencing the narcotic bliss of drawing upon the dark and fel.&nbsp; He could reach out and dominate the death knight's mind, or inflict pain and suffering while calling forth shadow fiends. . .&nbsp; But that might be the Death Knight's true goal, to have the redeemed priest fall once again. . .<br><br>He was taken from his thoughts by the death knight's question, "How long were you and your mate together, how old are your children?" he asked in turn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 21:33:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh drop it you sack of waste! You are as tiresome as it gets do you know that!?" he spat at the priest. He knelt down behind the Paladin, reaching a hand under her rag, taking a hold of her undergarment, he had always wondered what sort of underwear a Paladin wore, of course those Blood Elf paladins were a different story to the Alliance ones. <br><br>Tearing her underwear away, Tenarius walked over to the priest, one hand moving to grab him by the throat, the other trying to shove the under wear into his mouth, something needed to shut him up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 23:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her back was still bleeding and now she was bare naked on her knees. <br><br>"Speaking of waste.. what's that smell. It smells like rotting flesh man."<br>She spat on the floor. <br>"Disgusting."<br><br>If only she could make Viridiel shut up. Everything he said angered the Death Knight more and the angrier he became, the more painful it would be for her.<br><br>She hoped her undergarment would help in shutting her lover. Slowly she released some pressure and tried to lay down as much as she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 04:45:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Viridiel just smiled at the death knight, he flinched inwardly but didn't let it show when his love's panties were torn away.&nbsp; &nbsp;He let the Death knight shove the panties into his mouth but once given the chance he pushed them out with his tongue.&nbsp; The priest kept his silence for the moment though to observe the deathknight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 18:42:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Death Knight gave the Priest no heed when he got rid of the underwear in her mouth, instead focusing on the girl. Picking up his rope toy, he was quick to apply it and show its purpose, with one hand he roughly grabbed her soft Blood Elf hair and tried to apply the clamp, being sure to tighten it so it would hold even hair without slipping. The rope, was quite short, barely few feet, but that was the idea. He lifted the hem of her rags, revealed her bottom, the fish hook end would be going there. It took a moments struggle, but when in place, it would force her head back, the clamp pulling her hair, pressing her head forward would result in the fish hook end tearing at the inside of her buttocks. <br><br>It was ingenious really.<br><br>"Comfortable my dear? You know you never did tell me your name." he taunted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 20:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The yanking on her hair was painful enough without the fish hook attached. The hook pressing against her hole made her feel a little fright. <br><br>Viridiel was going to say something again no doubt and Merenwen tried how much space she had to move her head before it was going to hurt really bad and she found she didn't have many. Keeping her head very still, not trying to move at all.<br><br>"Merenwen is my name and I have been more comfortable in situations."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 20:24:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Viridiel curled his fists against his restraints as he struggled to keep a hold on his anger.&nbsp; He could stop this, he draw upon the fel magic, he could once again embracing the darkness.&nbsp; His vision danced with the arcane formuli and he thought he heard a familiar dark whisper in his mind encouraging him as he was tempted.&nbsp; He thought of how good it would feel to once again embrace the power, to accept the foul touch of necromancy upon his soul once again.<br><br>The priest had once belonged to the lich king when he was a teacher of cultists, and then Merenwen had came.&nbsp; He had thought his lover was dead, in his darkness he had fought her, but she once again breathed light into the dark places of his soul.&nbsp; She had saved him, but now they were in the clutches of the Lich King's servants, and he was being tempted to return to how he was. . .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 23:59:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking his sweet precious time, Tenarius walked over to the table where his chest of goodies was, but this time he wasn't getting anything, in fact he was dropping something off. His crotch plate that is, taking a moment to remove the piece of his armour, exposing his legs and waist, or at least the undergarment underneath. Even Death Knights wore underwear.<br><br>He returned to the Paladin, ready to test how compliant through fear she had returned. Lowering on his knees so his waist was level with her face, Tenarius unleashed his Night Elf manhood, half erect. "I think it needs some attention to help it wake up, be a dear won't you? We can't have fun otherwise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 00:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was disgusted but couldn't turn her head away. Gritting her teeth she cursed the Death Knight.<br>"I can't reach it. You have to come closer."<br><br>Despite the fear she kept fighting everything he said and did to her. The bleeding on her back slowly stopped but the pain wasn't getting any less.<br>"You're despicable.." she uttered as she waited for his reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tenarius could only smile as he dropped onto his knees and scooted them forward, bringing himself closer to his Paladin prisoner. "Paladins are always my favourite....there's something to wonderful about a Paladin falling from grace." he informed, one of his hands rubbing the side of her cheek before traveling to the top of her head, running his hand over her hair.<br><br>"You'll grow you lust me for my ways, oh how you will." he cackled, his head falling back to laugh before turning his attention on the priest, but only looking at him, saying nothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:25:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whoever said I fell from grace," she spat at him. Her anger made her shake her head as he touched her, sending a rupturing pain to her sensitive flesh as the hook tore her open.<br><br>Gritting her teeth, she cursed herself for allowing her feelings to run free. <br>"Why play with us? Why not just turn us over into the same foul stinking rotting creature that you are right here, right now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 16:30:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Viridiel glared silently at the death knight, the green flames that danced in the blood-elf's eyes flickered and burned with dangerous anger.&nbsp; He remained silent however once Merenwen asked her question, waiting for the death knight's response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 17:00:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Because by the time I'll be done with you, you'll be asking me to change you, to make you like me." he informed, before leaning town, so his mouth was next to ear. "And you blood elves have such a wonderful scream, ever since your people fell from grace after Arthas crushed you, you've been a broken people...really. A shadow of your former glory. Now you have a task to perform and if you don't do it just right, I'll set my cannibalistic ghouls on your lover, they'll cut him open by the stomach, eat his insides, then he'll die, then we'll resurrect him and do it all over again." It was all just a whisper, too quiet for the priest to over hear, far too quiet. <br><br>He pulled his head away, bringing a different head before her face, the half-erect head of his manhood, still waiting for the feel of her tongue, he smiled at her again, Night Elf looking on Blood Elf. Something about that made it all the more sweet for him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Convertion (Dashenka, Sciurindae, Primarch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 23:38:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Merenwen gritted her teeth at what he said to her.<br><br>"Too bad you won't hear me scream then isn't it?" <br>Right after that she had to take his manhood in, as carefully as she could not to tear herself open even more.<br><br>Slowly sucking in his member, she tried to make it clear to him to come closer if he wanted in deeper. She'd show him what a blood elf could do for sucking, grinding his shaft with her teeth.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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