[RP, Guild] <Order of the Frozenblade>

With a cold gaze set upon her face, she glances at the Knights of the Ebon Blade, whom are patrolling around Darrowshire

Kill them all, but leave their leader alive, that one!

She points at a human male, dressed in Black Armor. The Ebon Knights gather in a circle in a futile attempt to protect themselves from the masses of mindless ghouls, throwing them on the knights. One of the Ebonknights breaks the circle and stands in the middle, muttering some words as a magic barrier gulfs around the Ebon Knights. She grins thinly, ordering the ghouls with a cold tune in her voice.

Wait.

Immediatly the ghouls withdraw, to their Death Knight commanders. The Lady, slim yet vastly armored by dark iron, spikes attached to every corner and curve, narrows her eyes slightly as she takes her cowl off.

You’re traitors to our Lord, the punishment for that is beyond our powers, and therefore you’ll be escorted to our Lord himself.

She glances over her shoulder to the two liches behind her, she nods to them so that they could start with the process. Both liches fly a few inches forward, then they raised their hands, closing their eyes as they uttered sentances in an unknown language. Their voice combined echo’d over the whole valley, chanting exactly the same moment. The Dark armored woman, Lady Celline, walks to a nearby Death Knight with brutique figures. She smirks coldy, then her smirk broadens to a wide grin.

Garreth, you have the pleasure of taking their leader out of that…

She raises her voice, so all could hear it.

… Slaughter!

Immediatly the Ebon Knights raise a questioning look at them.

Are you mad, you cannot even break through our shield, woman!

She cackles softly, a sound which rises up your spine, as she glances behind her.

Vakrim, bring bring out those meatwagons!

All dozen deathknights grin, as a huge death knights walks away and raises his hand, indicating the meatwagons to advance. Star, a dreadfull Death Knight with a touch of ice, freezing everything on which she descends, walks towards Celline, softly asking her

And, you are loading the wagons with what, Celline?
Well, Star. If they love their precious allies that much, lets give them back to them, shall we?

She raises her voce.

Give them their ‘friends’ back! Fill the wagons with that Dawn people!

Vakrim grins broadly, gripping his runeblade tighter as he strikes a nearby ghoul, decapiting it just for amusement.

You have heard the Baroness, get a move on it!

The Ebon Knights, holding their anti-magic shield up against the numberless of summoned ice shards appearing right above them, suddenly miss their leader among them. As they peer around they spot their leader in the sky, being pulled by a purple beam of light, which is summoned by a grinning Garreth. As their leader touches the ground wth his feet, infront of Garreth, they spot Star slowly walking her way to their leader. As she walks she utters some nerubian words, her eyes gleaming whiter then ever and slowly frost works it’s way up from the ground to ensnare their leader where he stands. Slowly but surely the ice crawls up, covering their leader fully with ice. Varkrim shouts and the sky is darkened by the corpses launched into the sky by the meatwagons. Suddenly the corpses fall down between the Ebon Knights. With great concentration the knights maintain the shield, letting the summoned ice shards pass them harmlessly. With a cold chuckle Celline steps forward. She utters a word and is ingulfed in red flame, she raises her hand and shouts.

Arise, and serve our true Lord, faithfully!

The corpses begin to crawl towards eachother, then slowly are stitched together by foul magic. Within a moment the pile of corpses between the Ebon Knights is gone, and two abbominations took it’s place. Instantly they crushed a few of the Ebon Knights. The Knights, stunned by the attack, turn around to charge at the abbominaton. As they do this their shield collapses, ice shards comming down, crushing the several of the knights and an abbomonation. The remaining knights, a dozen, call upon Mograine’s powers and a dozen ghouls emmerge from the ground.* ‘Pathetic…’ *She whispers as she shouts.

Serve the one and only master!

The ghouls blink for a moment in confusion, then turn around to attack the Ebon Knights, their own summoners. Celline nods at the other Knights, and they charge at the battle, quickly slaughtering all of the Ebon Knights. Celline turns to their leader, frozen, and grins thinly. She gains a light shock, and in that moment she gained orders through her runeblade, knowing that others did aswell. Garreth summons a portal, and the other two deathknights pick up the frozen leader, entering the portal.

Two acolytes, both dressed in dark purple, are chanting in an underground tomb. Their voice is deep, and after chanting several sentences together a feint purple light raises from their hands. On the ground is a star drawned with blood, surrounded by several circles. A shriek appeared from nowhere, as a deep purple hole appears above the ground, in the middle of the star. The acolytes raise their voice, and slowly the whole expands into a large gate. Vikram Szpirglas walked down the stairs towards the portal, nodding to the acolytes who stopped their chanting, standing back with their gaze on the ground. A cold breeze comes out of the portal, chilling the whole room. Suddenly a dark armored female hand appears through the portal, grasping Vikram’s throat. No-one acts, and after a moment the hand releases grip, withdrawing into the portal. Star Midnight, a dark armored woman, wielding a runeblade, walks out of the portal from the left side, exactly as Merel Frostbane, another dark armored female, descends from the right side. They take a few paces, nod at Vikram, and taking guard on both sides of the portal. Five other Death knights, male, walk through the portal, gathering in line behind Vikram as they nod slightly. Then Garreth, a male Deathknight, steps out of the portal, dragging a half-frozen human male, dressed in the Knights of the Ebon tabard with him. As Garreth drags him with him, he positions him next to Vikram. A pair of eyes are seen within the portal, cold blue eyes, peering around shortly before a woman in spiked armor and a cap steps out of the portal, closing it as she walks through. She glances briefly at their prisoner, then says in a cold tune.

Let us present him to our Lord.

The knights nod at her as Celline walks up the tomb, Star and Merel following her from a small distance. Knowing that everyone is following she climbs up the stairs, then a brief shock is felt, as she smiles, which is rare. She increases her pace, and peers around as she leaves the tomb. She closes her eyes as she utters a word in nerubian. A small gate appears, and she puts her hand in it reaching down. After a moment her hand withdraws dragging a stirrup with her. A steed appears from the portal, having nearly no flesh it’s more a skeleton steed, and she climbs on the stirrup, sitting down. Without hesitating she rides to the keep, leaving a track of iced earth where the horse’s hooves has landed.
As she approaches the keep, she dismounts, uttering another word in nerubian. As the word is spoke a high shriek is heard, the horse turned into a tiny sphere which resolves into the air, leaving only a spot of scourged ground at the Horse’s hooves. She raises a quick glance at a lich approaching, but proceed to walk towards the door. As she opens the heavy oaken door they step inside, falling to their knees after a few paces. As the others lower their gaze, she keeps her head upright, spotting the empty spot of the ever-present Mograine. The Lichking spots her look, and his head slightly moves, which she catches as an agreement. With a voice which rose a shiver up her spine.

You have returned with ‘my’ men, Celline. What keeps me from taking all of your heads?

Instantly everyone is frozen in place, leaving their mouth so that they could speak. Celline quickly ponders over the situation. He is able to take their lives easily, and she wouldn’t hesitate to give it, or even take the life from herself if he commanded. But she knows her Lord is merely distrusting since Mograine betrayed him, along with his Death Knights.

Dorian’s betrayal disgust all of us, and he took most of our ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ with him.

She speaks clearly without hesitating, her face covered with disgust.

But not all of us. There are still some loyal to you, among them are we, Lord. If you find use of us, we would gladly obey. We have brought this traitor to you. He is one of the seniors in the Ebon Knights, leaded by Dorian.

She spits on the ground, a sign for her disgustment at that name.

Those under his command are being feasted upon by the ghouls.

Garreth, the most nearby Death knights, grins broadly as minutes of silence pass. The Lichking merely sitting on his throne, neither moving nor speaking. With a wave of his hand the summoned ice dissapears from their feet. They rise to their feet as the Ebon Knight awakes. He awakes with a mask of terror, seeing the Lichking infront of him. Apruptly he falls to his knees.

I have done nothing then serve you, My Lord. I.. Was trying to infiltrate their ranks.

He attempts to spit on the ground, but as he gathers the spit in his mouth it freezes, frozen to his tongue. As he glances around with his tongue out of his mouth, for he is unable to have it inside his mouth, he sees Star chuckeling, and he assumes it was her doing. Celline joins in the chuckle, as she nods at Star.

That is what you are, a worthless dog!

Garreth nods slowly, then responds.

You are not even worth the title of ‘dog’, Traitor!

Vikram grins broadly, his hand grisping his blade.

You want his tongue off, Celline? Sso he does’t look like a dog anymore?
Leave that, Vikram. This traitor is the Lords, and it is his decision what shall be done to this.. Person.

A cold breeze spreads over the room, starting from the Lichking. His cold gaze is directed at Celline as all can hear his voice in their heads.

What would you do to this person, Celline?

Celline instantly anwsers, without hesitation.

Whatever you desire,my Lord.

A moment of silence is endured, then she understands her opinion is asked.

He is unworthy of serving you in a ghoul, but we could get some information out of him. His fingernails are to be pulled off, his eyes should be carved with a knife, resembeling your icon in it. All his skin is to be pulled off by a blunt scraper, as his testical is to be burned, very slowly.

Her eyes are glinstering, as she continues to speak.

His fingers must be bent to the different direction, as his toes are to multiply… With that I mean cleaved right through the middle. His tongue is to be lenghtened, after we removed the tip of it along with the ice. We will need some cultists to let the prisoner remain alive, but, once done, we could turn on his insides.

Arthas’s eyes move towards the other Death knights, as Celline remarks.

Our numbers are few, Lord. But we are fanatic and serve the right cause. We will present Mograine to you, alone and unarmed. We are merely with a dozen, but our ranks are pure. I am asking you to reinforce our order, so that we could defy those against you, against the Scourge!

The Lichking’s face slowly turns to a lich, talking inside their heads. After a moment he stands up, followed by every Death Knights who kneels. His voice is heard in every head.

Rise, Celline. You are indeed pure, and one of the true. [i]

He quickly glances at the other knights, nodding slightly to indicate that they could stand aswell. They obey as he turns towards Celline.

[i] We have work to be done, for your forces and fortress must be rebuild.

Celline nods, bowing briefly.

I live only to serve, Master.

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OOC:

The meaning behind this story is for you to learn that our order is against traitors, thus the Death Knights who left their service with the Lichking. Therefore, the Ebon Knights are doomed IC, for we will hunt them down. They will die without mercy, and those not in our order shall be despised.
This is IC, ofcourse.. We love you OOC. *winks*
Other then that, I wrote with distaste that the Lichking was part of it. I’m afraid he had to be, but it looks crap. My excuses for the ‘PRP’.
<Order of the Frozenheart>, We are named that, for our hearts are cold against the traitors. We feel nothing with them, and therefore they receive no mercy, no quarters.