Location: Stormwind City
Lunar Phase: Waxing Crescent
The sun shone down upon the large field. The grasses were yellow and the trees gold and red and brown with autumn sweeping across Lordaeron. A small group was gathered-- a priest in his finest robes, a man in the most ceremonial of dress armor and another man at the end of the aisle.
The two sides had no more than ten people each, all either dressed as military or magi. Music started, played by a lone violinist. A woman with pale skin, almost as white as her dress and long, loose, black hair began to walk the aisle. Autumn leaves crunched under her feet.
When she got to the end, the man at the end offered his hand. She reached out to take it, and suddenly, the mood went dark. In a flash, the autumn colors were gone and the guests were sinister creatures with the flesh rotting from their reanimated bones.
Urien's icy grip both froze and burned Faronne's bare arm, and he yanked her close, hissing in her ear.
"She told me how to absolve you of your sins. My sins. Our sins. We can't be here anymore… we're going to go home. We will be together forever. What I am going to do will bind you to me forever, my love."
She didn't even have the chance to scream before Urien's frozen, bleeding runeblade stabbed into her stomach, and sliced upward. He pressed his forehead to hers, and her tears froze on her face.
"There there. We don't have to worry about anything anymore. You are mine. The criminal and the corpse."
Faronne's body dropped to the ground. Her wounds poured blood onto the ground, which the undead audience looked at eagerly. It soaked into the parched soil, which in turned hissed and bubbled and seemed to turn to rust.
Urien loomed over her, and traced his runeblade over her corpse, "It has been a long time since my blade has fed…"
Analysis:
he tried to kill me
tried to kill me
nearly took my head off
listened to her, talked to her, saw her, after all she did, she took it from us
silverpine and andorhal and southshore and brill and all of Lordaeron
he LISTENED TO HER nearly TOOK MY HEAD OFF
He doesn't wear his amulet. Possessed? I don't know. He nearly killed me, my Urien...
F.P.
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