12:44:51 [Virgil-Freedom]: I will know it when I see it.
12:45:10 Lilithana-Freedom nods, trusting her Lord's judgement.
12:47:25 Krilari-Freedom | The field laid before them was decorated with the dead, corpses of Argent Crusaders laid out in their defeat. Some rotted, others already bone while furthermore seem to have been picked apart by the demonic beasts now known to roam the landscape.
12:47:25 Krilari-Freedom Despite the evidence of such a combat there was an eerie silence to the landscape. Not even the wind seemed bold enough to howl as it moves through the deformed crags.
12:49:07 Lilithana-Freedom was on her guard, a hand going for her axe at a moment's notice. She eyed the corpses and the landscape around them, but didn't move unless Virgil did.
12:49:58 Virgil-Freedom glanced around the area, the fel in the area sizzled the air around them. As he peered around his head canted off to the side, clutching his head. With hesitation, his hand reached for Frostreaper, one of two blades that now made up the Blades of the
12:49:58 Virgil-Freedom Fallen Prince...an echo of Frostmourne's power. He held it aloft, feeling the pull...and followed.
12:50:37 Krilari-Freedom himself seemed to be one of if not the only Crusader that seemed to keep a modicum of structure in death. Rot had curiously refused him for the time being, and even the natural perversion of fel was slow on his features. Faint as it might be -
12:50:37 Krilari-Freedom a needle in the metaphorical haystack - the Knights may feel a glimmer of revolting Light still invested into his corpse. It was a sickening refusal of death to those knights who knew it so well.
12:50:48 [Lilithana-Freedom]: This one..?
12:51:42 You lie down.
12:52:39 [Virgil-Freedom]: Krilari Dawnsend, I've...seen this one in Hearthglen before. He led forces in the Crusade...I understand why I'm drawn here.
12:54:57 Lilithana-Freedom glances down at Frostreaper that Virgil wielded, but remained silent.
12:56:14 Virgil-Freedom draws out the second blade, Icebringer and stepped forward to hover over the corpse. "At least...his soul won't be churned by the enignes of the Legion."
12:57:05 Lilithana-Freedom kept a comment to herself.
12:58:31 Krilari-Freedom | Even though the light proved faint it was rebellious. As the reforged shard of Frostmourn nears the fragmented glimmer of blessed soul knew to fear - it raged and glimmered. Before the horrific process even began there was a natural refusal
12:58:31 Krilari-Freedom - the same ethereal power that refused rot and corruption. The question is, how long it would last against the darker sways of Death's magic.
12:58:31 Virgil-Freedom holds out both blades, Frostreaper laying over Icebringer as they set over Krilari. Shadows begin to gather around him, searching for the fortunately lost soul swirling in the shadow lands.
13:00:00 Lilithana-Freedom took a step back, letting Virgil do his work. She kept her eye on their surroundings in case anything would swoop in. Her hand twitching as it held the hilt of her battleaxe.
13:02:15 Krilari-Freedom was as dead as any other. The innate Light within his form fumes - crashing against the darker influence of Virgil's magic and for a moment even forestalling the ritual by a negligible second. It resisted, howling against the tides of magic, but it soon
13:02:15 Krilari-Freedom would be snuffed. Without it's temper the way to the Shadowlands was open, and the Soul of Krilari found none too far from his corpse where it raged in the ignorance of death, trying to fight a Legion that had already claimed it's
13:02:15 Krilari-Freedom victory. Angered, uncoordinated and confused, it would be shackled by the dark magic.
13:06:24 Virgil-Freedom urges the soul over, binding it to him. The wispy white orb hovered in his palm before it was encased in shadow. "You have fallen in defeat, but you will rise with vengence in your heart." He whispered before taking the soul and plunged it through the
13:06:24 Virgil-Freedom corpse, using the power of the Blades to ignite the soul, raising the former Paladin into undeath.
13:07:30 Lilithana-Freedom slowly turns around to watch the raising to its completion.
13:12:00 Krilari-Freedom | A fragmented plume of golden-white light fumed in the Knight's grasp, and as he spoke the wisps of it's flame turned to a cold and deathly blue resembling much the runic glow that every knight knew. No longer itself - no longer able to refuse the
13:12:00 Krilari-Freedom influence - it was plunged into the lifeless body and held by unholy tethers. In an instant the corpse jostled, turning, laid flat on it's back as a jet of blackened and cold bold seeped from his mortal wounding. It quickly settled, and where it did the
13:12:00 Krilari-Freedom flesh around it seemed to heal in the ways only the corroded undead knew. Eyes flare to show their new hue - runic blue - and the still lips of the man part, teeth gnashing in a moment of soundless agony. When his spine ceases it's arch his
13:12:00 Krilari-Freedom limbs move with the stiffness of rigor mortis, tense and uneven fingers in their armor clawing at the terrain as he fights to stand again.
13:13:23 Lilithana-Freedom remained quiet, not even offering a welcome to the man's new life of undeath. She stares at Krilari, judging him with those piercing ghostlights.
13:14:11 [Virgil-Freedom]: Welcome back, Krilari.
13:17:37 Krilari-Freedom heaves a few times over, echoes and memories of life guiding the muscle through now unneeded gestures of panic and concern - but those too were dulled in comparison to what they once were. In the weakness and confusion of resurrection he looks down to
13:17:37 Krilari-Freedom himself - to the armor, the blood and the ichor that girds him - and finds it all cold. He perks, turning in place, looking to the man responsible, then to the familiar echo of Frostmourn in his grip. "... I suppose." He begins in
13:17:37 Krilari-Freedom a creaking whisper, and even then his voice thrummed with it's unnatural echo. "To think I would know peace after a life dedicated to war."
13:19:04 [Lilithana-Freedom]: We should move soince it has been done. I do not like this place. Too quiet...
13:19:46 [Virgil-Freedom]: You are right, Lilith. Can you move? An explanation will have to come after.
13:21:49 Krilari-Freedom looked around, head panning slowly amidst corpses and desecrating fel. No doubt the soul was still trying to comprehend amidst it's trauma, but the mind behind it managed a muted nod. His gaze turns sharply upon the weapon that laid beside him
13:21:49 Krilari-Freedom and with that same, creaking stiffness he reaches to reclaim it, resting it between two hands.
13:22:45 [Virgil-Freedom]: I'll take that as a yes.
13:22:56 [Krilari-Freedom]: ... Yes. Yes. Lead, then.
13:26:47 Virgil-Freedom once situated, he turns to move out towards the balconey, ushering them over.
13:27:22 Krilari-Freedom mused the sights of it all, memory beginning to return and process - the hesitant realization dawning over his conscious thoughts. The sound of creaking, scraping metal sounds as his grip tightens over the haft of his weapon. "...Tell me why." He demands,
13:27:22 Krilari-Freedom voice a little more firm now as he follows.
13:28:48 Lilithana-Freedom clenches her jaw, keeping her mouth shut. She refrains from talking, letting Virgil explain and answer Krilari.
13:31:12 Virgil-Freedom lifts a hand out towards the Tomb of Sargeras, a single saronite plated finger pointed the way. "You were one of several hundred losses in our attack. The Horde and Alliance lost brave heroes, their King and their Warchief." He laid his hand down, turning
13:31:12 Virgil-Freedom to Kriliari proper now. "Even Tirior fell to their hand."
13:32:45 [Virgil-Freedom]: Azeroth is in its darkest hour and in that darkness....we must make sacrifices. You were forced to make one as well.
13:33:34 Krilari-Freedom followed his gesture towards the Felstorm in all it's rancor, head bobbing slow nods until the mention of Tirion. He looks slowly back towards Virgil, his jaw set in a firm tension; "The Ashbringer is fallen..?"
13:34:53 [Virgil-Freedom]: Another has been chosen to wield the weapon, perhaps in time he can live up to the men before...but we do not have the time for hope.
13:36:09 [Virgil-Freedom]: The Crusade's forces are decimated but we...*He closes his eyes, hesistating...trying to force the words.* We will bolster ours with those we can.
13:37:46 Lilithana-Freedom narrowed her eyes at Virgil for his choice of words.
13:37:58 Krilari-Freedom didn't allow himself the look of relief to hear that the weapon had been preserved - his heart was set more upon the man. The fabled commander of the Crusade, now lost. He looks to the ruined colors of his own rank and admits to a deep, sighing breath -
13:37:58 Krilari-Freedom another relic of life. "... Regardless of the damnation it brings as well, I see." He offers those words plain, though intention ripe with snide irritation as he's forced to so quickly comprehend the events as they are. "I suppose in loss we have grown
13:37:58 Krilari-Freedom desperate... Anything and everything, for Azeroth. No?"
13:42:14 [Virgil-Freedom]: Now is not the time for half measures it seems...it is not an easy...existence but there are worse ones.
13:43:38 Krilari-Freedom drifted a glance back to the dominant display of fel pockmarking the landscape. "A lesser of evils, then... Tell me, the Ashrbinger has fallen. Has he at the very least been spared this fate?"
13:43:58 [Krilari-Freedom]: If there is a man deserving of rest it is he.
13:44:34 [Virgil-Freedom]: His body was recovered by the Argents, I have no intention to fight for it either.
13:46:29 Krilari-Freedom nods. "That is... some relief." He pans down, looking to the weapon he had within his grip. "... I've little choice barring the temptation to throw myself off of this ledge. What do I need to know?"
13:47:50 [Virgil-Freedom]: Archmage Khadgar has hatched a plan to stop this invasion, to search for relics of the titans. Until he can locate them, we must defend Azeroth.
13:48:40 [Krilari-Freedom]: I mean about being... this. Though, it's good to know there has been progress made.
13:49:01 [Virgil-Freedom]: Your coming and goings are your own. Take the time to...adjust. As long as you need.
13:50:16 Krilari-Freedom shakes his head. "It can't be too long or I'll miss the fight, evidently..." In it's shaking his head glances back over-shoulder at some unseen, ethereal thought. "...I'll need to go home, though."
13:52:04 Virgil-Freedom lifts a finger up towards Grimwing. "He can provide transportation...but before you leave I will teach you how to form a Death Gate."
13:53:21 [Krilari-Freedom]: Lets begin there, then.
13:53:51 [Lilithana-Freedom]: I will return to my rounds then...