Efferatus ran through the tree line, a group of Dreanai guards in her wake. The blood elf mentally scolded herself for agreeing to go into their territory, let alone trying to sneak into a citadel full of them. Lost in her own thought, the woman's side collided with a tree, knocking the air straight from her lungs. She crawled to her feet, but a hoof hit her right on the spine. It was at this point she realized one of the guards had found her.
"I am sorry little elf, but this is your problem, no?"
Her heart pounding, her instincts kicked in. She had an idea, and began to back away from the tall, blue man.
"P-Please.." She whispered. It looked as though the man was about to grab her, but hesitated for a second. It was at this point that the elf's well timed ghoul grabbed the man, sinking it's teeth into his neck. The man screamed, and Efferatus took a second to enjoy the sight, before thinking about her surroundings.
"Right, my weapon is gone and I have no way out… Well Filthclaw I guess it's just you and me" She spoke, turning to the rotten being next to her, enjoying pulling apart the corpse.
She sighed. It had been very hard since she was risen as a death knight. First of all, she had excelled is her sparring, attracting a lot of attention from unwanted people, however, she valued them as fellow brethren is death. She faced a problem however, with the release of Ebon Hold from the Lich king. He had raised her as a special knight, to serve him further than the other soldiers. With his betrayal is the Eastern Plaugelands, she swears than during the bitter silence, she hears his voice call to her. She was for once in her life ,well, half-life, truly alone. Memories did begin to come back to her of her old life. She had died in battle, a huge fight against the Alliance during the 'Siege of Orgrimmar'. A warrior to the bone, many fell to her blade before she took her own life, refusing to be taken captive after her friends fell to the legions of the enemy. The brainwashing did that to people, however she now understands that her choices may not have been the best. They were the enemy, however they were not nearly as bad as was told. She, having heard meassage of being given the presence of many great captains at her funeral, wonders if she would ever be accepted back into society. She had few friends outside of the regiment she remembers. There was an undead man, that she remembers very little of. The man had great magical power. A mage or warlock perhaps? Who knows.
The clatter of guards alerted her that she needed to get somewhere safer. She had come here to deliver a letter for an elderly woman, who had a Dreanai friend. She was not able to get it here herself, and Efferatus was surprised at how kind the Dreanai woman was whom she delivered it to. It almost mad the elf sick, that knowing who she was, the Dreanai would have probably run.
"Oh my god… A boat!" She exclaimed, almost too loud. The crew looked to be returning to Stormwind. If she could sneak on and get to the Stormwind docks, she could use a Death Gate to get back to the Ebon hold. Wait. All a bit too easy. She realized that if she was going, she was going now. She ran through the trees, and jumped off of the edge of a bank, landing with a sickening thud on the boat. As she pulled herself up, a night elf woman stared at her, almost in disbelief. Efferatus scrambled back slightly, but the woman simply chuckled.