When Life meets death…

Goirin's POV

The Death Knight…

"We meet once again, the loyal dog of the Lich King." I gave an initial insult to the blood elf death knight. Much to my expectations, the hot headed warrior glowed in pure rage and unsheathed his massive two-handed mace. He slammed it to the ground and fired a sickly green bolt; I retreated to one of the cargo boxes and the bolt impacted to a nearby soldier, his body shuddered quickly into a black husk. I took out Benediction and release holy energy to the enemy, a shield conjured rapidly around the scourge, the light barely scarred the shield.

"Some sorcery the Scourge has…" I thought while retreating to the barricades. The camp is absolutely wrecked, with hordes of undead pouring into the warehouses and only a small regiment defending the front. The Captain is standing in the middle of the fray, slaughtering any mindless corpses charging in.

"Captain!" I called out; he hacked the head off a Scourge invader and shouted "Whatever you are reporting, be quick! I'm a little busy here!" I quickly conjured a sturdy shield around him, protecting any damage from harming him; he turned around and said "Oh High Priest! You should be in the infirmary healing? What are you doing out here?" I told him of the Death Knight and the Captain said "This isn't good; he is going for the Horde headquarters. We have to assist them!" I was utterly puzzled by the statement and asked "But Captain, why would we want to assist our enemies?" I knew it's a bad question as I've seen nice Horde adventurers. He eyed the Eastern Warehouses and said "Although we constantly fight for dominance in the area, but we see Scourge as a common enemy and sometimes we will even ally ourselves against them. No more talking, take these men and assist the Horde against the Death Knight, he must be stronger than these puny grunts!" The Captain held up his broadsword and brought it down to another straggler, killing 'it' instantly.

I quickly took my staff and ran towards the docks. The battle is grim, bodies of all factions were scattered across the wooden walkways, and one of the privates ran back to the warehouses in fear. I turned to the other soldier and said "Get back to the warehouse, they will need you!" the young man saluted and replied "Much obliged sir, thank you."

Turning back to the fray, I focused my mind on a locked area in my mana reserve. Never knew I will need to use you again, partner. I thought. After a brief meditation I suddenly felt enlightened, a soothing light quickly took and levitated me above. My cloth garments are hardened into a light but sturdy metal armor, angelic wings appeared behind in a majestic way, blinding the scene with shocking light. Oathbinder the polearm is summoned from the light, the features are even more angelic and were carved with runes used only by the forgotten Sanctury. "When the world is shattered to pieces, when the world requires a new guidance. We will return, as always, to shine light at the infinite void. We are the Oathbringer."

When I returned on the ground, my eyes were shining in a very bright light. "Cleanse the taint … my duty…"

The Death Knight turned around and saw me; his eyes were full of shock but quickly adjusted. He released his grasp on a troll cleric and charged at me with his plagued mace. I put out my hand, conjuring a large holy vortex and pushed it in great velocity. Pestilence did not expect the move and was thrown to the hay sacks. I walked forward to the warehouses, with the clerics bowing in gratitude and saying "Light bless you, Oathbringer…"

Yes… I am Goirin Ravencrest, The High Inquisitor of the Oathbringer, and I am here to cleanse the taint, as always…

Goirin Ravencrest

Goirin Ravencrest, the Oathbringer's POV

The Death Knight stood up from the hay, with a ruffled face and tattered armor. Oh, and a very pissed off bull. He channeled plagued magic and enchanted his weapon with a purple tint, and charged to me like a child chasing the chickens at Goldshire. I readied my spear for the inevitable attack, and parried his massive bludgeon. He proved to be strong but he doesn't know me, I cheat. I clutched and trapped his weapon in a cross-lock, then placed my hand on his armor. Magic surges out and immolated him. He screamed, dropped his weapon and started rolling like a cringing child. I stepped in and gave him a well-placed Oathbringer foot on his chest. He looked at me ferociously, struggling to be free like all beasts. I pointed the sharp end of my weapon to his pretty face and said "In the name of the Oathbringers, I will cleanse the taint…" before something unexpected came up.

Another shadow came to my side from nowhere and tackled me HARD! I was thrown about 10 feet before crashing on the cargo stuffed with anvils… Ouch! I stood up and saw a giant Draenei standing next to the dying blood elf in a defensive position. Another bull! Well I have to cleanse the taint; I channeled a strong holy blast to the Death Knight, knocking him off balance. With the chance I charged and stabbed in his soft spot. He quickly dodged the attack and returned a suppressing cleave that forced me to move back.

His eyes are really red. He must be a vampire! I thought, and blocked yet another unexpected swing from the giant. He is much stronger than the puny knight, but I have just the way to fight him. I concentrated my mana on an ancient spell called "Holy spear", a technique I have locked for a long time. A spear replicating the weapon on hand was conjured in holy light; I extended it to the Draenei's flank. But he simply held out his hand and the spear disintegrates before my eyes. MY SPEAR DESTROYED! WHAT IN THE ELF'S NAME! THAT'S MY GOD-FUNKING SPECIALITY AND YOU JUST REJECT IT! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THIS FREAK! I finally snapped. The Death Knight apparently felt my anger and started conjuring scary bone around him, protecting it from my massive holy nova. I scanned the battlefield for a probable exit, but the Scourge had sealed the exits and I would be the slave of the Lich King in a few moments. Suddenly, I saw the Draenei charged towards me with full force, I sidestepped towards the cargo and pushed the cargo boxes, blocking out the grunts behind.

"You made a mistake trapping me here, Priest!" The Draenei shouted at me in booming voice, his body is growing in size, making him a monster that even an abomination fears him. He lifted his weapon and swung straight to the vulnerable ground, shattering the wood into splinters and creating a massive shockwave, throwing me straight to the waters. I smirked devilishly to the brute and channeled arcane energies below me, levitating me from the water and saved me from getting a cold. "Catch me if you caaaannn!" I shouted to the angry Death Knight in the other side and walked away.

"Going somewhere? Goirin Ravencrest!" I turned in shock to the voice I dreaded to hear. A dark shrouded knight is riding across the waters on her horse, charging at me without much trouble. How in Elune's name can she do that? But my thoughts were immediately interrupted by a snapping cold conjuring inside my mind. The cold also diminished all of my Oathbringer's power, turning me back to a priest. I cursed at the change but managed to hold my levitation. She continued to ride fearlessly to my position, revealing the face of a goddess, but her eyes did not show the former beauty it once did, and a dark aura surrounds the armor she is wearing. She had a fresh battle wound near the abdomen, shown clearly from the armor crack. She is injured! I thought, then managed to concentrate my mind on a single spell and I channeled the soothing energy to the Death Knight before falling into the murky waters of the North.