Post by Mulnaxbin on Nov 18, 2009 3:09:22 GMT -5
Once long ago he was called Nimby. A proud Draenei Shaman. He rose through the teachings of Earth, Fire, Wind and Water. His search for balance in all things unending. This extended not only to his duties to his guild and the alliance, but to himself and his wife. He had found Daharru shortly after the crash. She had heard the call of The Light, unlike him. She devoted herself to The Light and became a shining beacon of hope to her ailing allies in times of battle. Their duties left them little time for themselves, or each other. It was not until Illidan Stormrage fell that they were able to truly explore each other, to allow themselves time to live, time to love. And love they did.
Some time passed, their lives having grown together. They had faced countless horrors as allies, and now faced lifes endless possibilites together, united in their love. But as with all things, it is not forever. The Scourge Invasion brought ruin to many lives. Everyone was impacted in one for or another. Some more extremely. One day during their return from an expedition to the Blades Edge Mountians the two of them were beset by a group of maruading ghouls, set loose by the Lich King. The two of them fought with the desperation of life's last hope. In the end they repelled the onslaught but surival had it's price. Nimby had been deeply wounded. Countless wounds bled out. Daharru begged The Light, pleaded with it to grant her the power to save her husbands life. But in the end his wound were to great, the plague to unrelenting and the Scourge clamed another victim. Beside herslef in grief, she burried her husband in a shallow grave and spoke the rites of passage, praying The Light take him. The deed done she called her charger to her and set off to inform the guild of their loss. The sound of the hooves on stone drown out the shifting of earth and bone behind her.
A hand shot out of the loose dirt covering the grave. The moonlight bathed his now pale face. Claw marks scared the right side of his face. His once blue eyes, now shined like orbs of onxy in the light of the moon. His hair, long and dark, hung losely down his back. As he pulled himself out of the grave he looked down to his hands. Hands that once channeled the fury of the elements, now rough from clawing their out of the earth. His nails had fallen off, the skin having pulled back. I died. He thought to himself. Then why am I still here?
He wandered that night through the mountians. Taking care to avoid sight from any passerby, lest they strike him down. Shorlty before daybreak he heard a voice on the wind. Softly it spoke atfirst, as if from forever away. It grew quickly and with force.
"Hear me and obey Death Knight!' came the voice on the wind.
"Who are you? What are you?" Nimby screamed to the night, his eyes darting, searching the closest outcroppings for the source.
"I am the Black Wind to some. To some I Death itself. You will call me your lord and master, The Lich King."
It was not a statement, but a command. As Nimby heard those words spoken a translucent portal opened before him. A visage of death appeared before him. The Lich King, borne in his full regalia and bearing the cursed blade Frostmourn. Nimby knelt quickly, for he had no choice. His will was not his own. He was scourge now, his will was the Lich King's.
"You will journey to the Plaguelands. It is there that Acherus will be awaiting your arrival. It is there that you will carry out my will. Go know Death Knight!"
As suddenly as the portal appeared, it dissapeared as quickly once the Lich King stepped back thought it.
Acherus? Death Knight? This is my life now? But why? What happened to me? How did this happen? He slowly stalked off in search of a way back to Azeroth. To where his king commanded. As he walked he thought back, remembering what happened. The battle with the ghouls, his wife by his side. She had not healed him. She let him go. She had abandoned him. She left me to die. She let me die. SHE KILLED ME! She did this to me!
"Well as she abandoned me, so shall I. Nimby died. He is gone. I am Mulnaxbin, Death Knight of Acherus, servant and will of the Lich King, bane of the living, and I will kill my once and former wife."
As he spoke those words aloud a grin crossed his scared face, twisting his already horrifying features into something sinister. Rage and vengance flooded his thoughts. He saw the world through a crimson haze, hell bent on the destruction of one he held dear.
"I will see you again my darling wife" he spoke softly and raised his hand toward the now rising sun, and slowly closed his fist around it, as if to snuff it's light, "And when I do, I will rip your heart from your chest just as you did mine!'
And with that Mulnaxbin was born, and his story unfolds.
Some time passed, their lives having grown together. They had faced countless horrors as allies, and now faced lifes endless possibilites together, united in their love. But as with all things, it is not forever. The Scourge Invasion brought ruin to many lives. Everyone was impacted in one for or another. Some more extremely. One day during their return from an expedition to the Blades Edge Mountians the two of them were beset by a group of maruading ghouls, set loose by the Lich King. The two of them fought with the desperation of life's last hope. In the end they repelled the onslaught but surival had it's price. Nimby had been deeply wounded. Countless wounds bled out. Daharru begged The Light, pleaded with it to grant her the power to save her husbands life. But in the end his wound were to great, the plague to unrelenting and the Scourge clamed another victim. Beside herslef in grief, she burried her husband in a shallow grave and spoke the rites of passage, praying The Light take him. The deed done she called her charger to her and set off to inform the guild of their loss. The sound of the hooves on stone drown out the shifting of earth and bone behind her.
A hand shot out of the loose dirt covering the grave. The moonlight bathed his now pale face. Claw marks scared the right side of his face. His once blue eyes, now shined like orbs of onxy in the light of the moon. His hair, long and dark, hung losely down his back. As he pulled himself out of the grave he looked down to his hands. Hands that once channeled the fury of the elements, now rough from clawing their out of the earth. His nails had fallen off, the skin having pulled back. I died. He thought to himself. Then why am I still here?
He wandered that night through the mountians. Taking care to avoid sight from any passerby, lest they strike him down. Shorlty before daybreak he heard a voice on the wind. Softly it spoke atfirst, as if from forever away. It grew quickly and with force.
"Hear me and obey Death Knight!' came the voice on the wind.
"Who are you? What are you?" Nimby screamed to the night, his eyes darting, searching the closest outcroppings for the source.
"I am the Black Wind to some. To some I Death itself. You will call me your lord and master, The Lich King."
It was not a statement, but a command. As Nimby heard those words spoken a translucent portal opened before him. A visage of death appeared before him. The Lich King, borne in his full regalia and bearing the cursed blade Frostmourn. Nimby knelt quickly, for he had no choice. His will was not his own. He was scourge now, his will was the Lich King's.
"You will journey to the Plaguelands. It is there that Acherus will be awaiting your arrival. It is there that you will carry out my will. Go know Death Knight!"
As suddenly as the portal appeared, it dissapeared as quickly once the Lich King stepped back thought it.
Acherus? Death Knight? This is my life now? But why? What happened to me? How did this happen? He slowly stalked off in search of a way back to Azeroth. To where his king commanded. As he walked he thought back, remembering what happened. The battle with the ghouls, his wife by his side. She had not healed him. She let him go. She had abandoned him. She left me to die. She let me die. SHE KILLED ME! She did this to me!
"Well as she abandoned me, so shall I. Nimby died. He is gone. I am Mulnaxbin, Death Knight of Acherus, servant and will of the Lich King, bane of the living, and I will kill my once and former wife."
As he spoke those words aloud a grin crossed his scared face, twisting his already horrifying features into something sinister. Rage and vengance flooded his thoughts. He saw the world through a crimson haze, hell bent on the destruction of one he held dear.
"I will see you again my darling wife" he spoke softly and raised his hand toward the now rising sun, and slowly closed his fist around it, as if to snuff it's light, "And when I do, I will rip your heart from your chest just as you did mine!'
And with that Mulnaxbin was born, and his story unfolds.
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