⚔ first strike

[unlivingson]

[A pale, white-haired man, eyes glowing blue, is...suddenly here. He is wearing full armor and holding a sword in each hand. He pulls himself to a halt; it's as if he was wrenched away from a fight in mid-swing.]

What the--

[He lowers his swords a little and narrows his eyes. He notes the open journal at his feet and prods it curiously with the

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[guidance]

I've been told it's the castle.

[unlivingson]

Whose castle?

[A beat of silence. There's an edge to his voice, next.]

Yours?

[guidance]

[A light 'hm'.] No, I arrived yesterday, presumably in the same manner as you.

[unlivingson]

[Not quite rudely] Who are you, then?

[derpish]

[OH GOD THERE'S A MAN SWINGING A SWORD AT HIM! Cue Cain ducking out of the way with a loud squawk.]

AH!!!

[unlivingson]

[He sheathes the swords and raises an eyebrow.]

[derpish]

...Are you new?

[Heart rate... slowing down.]

[unlivingson]

So it would seem.

[He extends a gauntleted hand.]

Thassarian.

[deadelfwalking]

[THAT VOICE.]

--Thassarian.

[unlivingson]

[He goes very, very still for a moment. His voice comes out weird and hesitant.]

Koltira?

[deadelfwalking]

Where are you.

[unlivingson]

The--the lobby, on the stairs.

[liadrin]

[Still busy with her work outside the castle, Liadrin catches the familiar sound of a Death Knight's voice-- of course, it could easily just be a mistake. She reigns in her charger enough to slow his pace, reaching to unfasten the journal from her belt and opening it enough to speak.]
I suppose someone should welcome you to this place, as I doubt the force that has drawn us all here will respond to your demands.

[unlivingson]

[He blinks at the voice--the cadences are almost familiar, something in the accent maybe.]

It does not seem so, no.

[Considering a moment.]

My name is Thassarian; I am with the Knights of the Ebon Blade. Do I know you?

[liadrin]

[She smiles to herself at this, setting the book in her lap and holding it firmly in place with fanned fingers.

She was right after all.]

It is possible. My name is Lady Liadrin, guardian of the Sunwell and Matriarch of the Blood Knights. A pleasure to speak with you, Thassarian, even if the circumstances are poor.

[unlivingson]

[Ah. Yes. Koltira mentioned her name. He nods, smiling, speaking towards the book.]

Well met, Lady Liadrin.

How long have you been here?

[swornanoath]

[They did not fight side by side, but many of her people did. Given his conversations with others, it only confirms who she believes it is. A death knight he may be, but he is also an ally to the Alliance.]

Welcome, Thassarian.

[unlivingson]

[His tone is guarded, but friendly.]

You know of me?

[swornanoath]

As do many others. Your effors in Northrend were nothing less than honorable.

I am Vereesa Windrunner, Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant.

[unlivingson]

Then we are allies, my lady.

It is good to know you are here.