Cold. That was the first thing Earinix felt was the ungodly cold. Then the warm blood that came from his cheek. His eyes slowly fluttered open, and was greeted by the toothy grin of a gray haired worgen. "Hello there." The worgen's rough voice spoke, then turned to look over his shoulder.
"Told you it would work! Go feach the healer, I got him good!" A third man laughed. The worgen looked back at Earinix. "I'm Grimmorr, sorry about the cut, but we will get you fixed right up." The Blood Elf huffed and sat up, or at least tried to, before Grimmorr's clawed hand pushed him back into the steel bed.
"Tsk tsk tsk, eager arn't we? Can't let you up yet, still trying to patch you up." Earinix looked down at himself, scars and partly closed wounded peppered his torso. He looked up at Grimmorr, speachless, and Grimmorr looked back at him with a knowing look. "You don't rememeber, thats normal. Your memories will come back with time, but for now, sleep." The worgen's voice was smooth, and Grimmorr ran his hand through Earinix's golden blonde hair. Earinix eyelips fell as he said sleep, wondering what kind of power the worgen had possessed.
Earinix awoke to the same brutal cold he had before. But he did not wake on the steel bed he fell asleep on, instead on a soft bed in a small room decorated in blacks and blues. The elf groaned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. A movement came from the other bed on the other side of the room. Earinix reached underneath the bed for a sword, then took his hand away and looked at it, not knowing why the he had done that, then it hit him. He was a warrior, and a damn good one too. A grunt came from the bed, breaking him out of his phase.
A huff came from the figuer on the bed, " Good, you're up." Earinix saw only his icy blue eyes underneath the shadow of the man's hood. "Riggi is the name, can I ask yours?" Earinix coughed. "E-Earinix." He said, his voice rough with lack of using it. the man huffed again, taking his hood down, reveling that he was a Draenei, his skin a deep shade of purple and his ponytail and sideburns a sickly gray color. " I'm here to explain what we are here for, we are servents to the Lich King, we are, well, we are the undead in a way, kinda like the Forsaken but we are not all humans.
"We are Death Knights, and I assume you have not recovered your more recent memories, but you were most likey were killer by a Death Knight then the Lich King came up to you and healed you right up, in a way..." He said as he eyed the scars on Earinix's torso. "Well, at least you're alive." Riggi said with a grin. "Stay here, I need to go get the boss." And with that, he left the room, hooves clobbing with his footsteps.
A loud knock came from the door, causing Earinix to drop the book he found. "Open!" He shouted. Riggi opened the door, a somber look on his features. A woman strode in behind him, a Blood Elf with silver hair and and the same icy blue eyes Riggi had. "Hello, I am Catrin, one of the many generals for the Lich King and I will be looking over your training." Earinix nodded slowly, " Yes ma'am." He had gained his voice back a few hours ago, his voice now smooth yet commanding. "You begin in a few days, allow you to gain ome more of your memories back and for the last of your wounds to heal." She set a set of maroon armor on the small night table. "Wear your hood always, expecially when the Lich King is near. Be ready to train at dawn in three days time."
The three days pasted quickly, Earinix submerged humself in the books that sacttered the cathedral. He wore his new armor everywhere he went, growing acostome to its weight and feel. The old warrior side of him forced him to. It was a weird plate, it was more of a robe with a breastplate on it. He woke up just a short while before dawn. He looked at the new mirror that Riggi had installed, and stared back at his reflection, the icy blue eyes still shocked him, he never thought he would have them, though recent studies he found out that every Death Knight had them, a show of eternal servent of the Lich King and whatnot.
He walked out of the room, his boots clicking with each step. He pulled up his hood as he heard footsteps on the cornor of the hall. "I'm telling you, he's different, Sorin! He has that, look about him, that kind of commanding air about him, even when he was wounded. He might be just the man we need!" The footsteps came closer. He heard a huff. "The Champion? Please, you haven't even seen how he fights! We don't even know how much he can take, we need someone who can fight like no other, command like no other, and can take blows like they were hits by mashmellows!"
And that is where the coversation ended, as General Catrin and a Human with black hair and a goatee turned the cornor and saw Earinix walking the other way. He bowed quickly, glad he pulled his hood up. "General." He said firmly, not wishing to sound weak. She nodded her head in greeting, then the man spoke, " I am Gerenal Sorin, or Darkwalker, both work." Earinix bowed his head. Catrin clapped her hand together, "Well, now that you are up, let us start your training."
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