A subtle pain had diminished from her limbs. Lain against the rough cobblestone of a dank dungeon, she had little to contemplate. Fate, however it may be called, had forsaken her. To think, just several months ago, she had maintained prestige, wealth, and stature, all were nebulous in contrast to the ebb and flow of life and death. It was only on the cusp of death, when one truly comprehended the meaninglessness of mortal possessions, only then was a person able to accept the languor of death – or undeath in her case.
Kirin had been rended by the cobalt steel of Frostmourne. With a subtle smirk, the Lich King glowered at the corpse before him. In a steely tone, Arthas uttered bitterly, "You should feel honored to fall before my blade, and to serve me in eternal undeath."
Her perception of time warped, Kirin awoke to the taste of mildew and the musk of blood, sweet, and tears. Before her stood the King, in his plate adorned glory, "Rise servant," commanded the Lich King, "Or have my words fallen upon deaf ears?" Arthas offered a smirk to the Sin'Dorei. Like a kobold caught red handed, Kirin remained frozen and confounded.
A dark ball of energy pulsated from Arthas's fist, only to bury itself in the body of the limp elf. Wincing from the pain, Kirin slowly rose.
"I'll spare you the patrimony; we both know what you're capable of. You defied me as a hardened warrior of humanity, having the audacity to invade my citadel, but did you really think you could combat me, IN MY OWN DOMAIN?"
Kirin shivered as his voice reverberated off of the dungeon walls. Her armor stripped away, leather confiscated, she felt decidedly bare in front of the menacing eyes glowering at her.
Obvious to any onlooker, her raid had failed. In the name of the Scarlet Crusade and the Knights of the Ebon Blade, she and her companions had attempted to invade Icecrown Citadel. In a twist of irony, it seemed like everything she had worked towards had been undone. Arthas remained triumphant as a battalion of warriors of the light fell to his hand. In some gut wrenching means, he reanimated the bone and flesh of her companions and turned them into ghouls. But why had he spared her? Why had he allowed her to maintain her humanity, if not her soul, than her appearance? Though her questions would have to wait, for the Lich King had to break his newest pet.
"Speak mortal!" The sound echoing in contrast to the cacophony of anguish and languid moans of agony. Kirin could not match his gaze. His dark gaze bore holes in her open mind.
"Fine, if you wish to remain silent, then I will resort to other methods. Torture comes first, then humiliation." The Lich King grimaced at his task, this would be amusing, elves could be so proud.