Note: This one has a bit of gore in it (more than usual). So the more sensitive readers beware.
I know that in game all the forces against the death knights were mainly human. I sort have given myself some creative liberty in that aspect.
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The death knight narrowed his eyes at the other unsure how this creature knew his name. He stepped forward, his blade nearly sang as it sliced through the air. He wasn't going to be so stupid this time, he glanced over his shoulder as his bloodworms had finished off the other solider before bursting from their greed, with a sickening pop. The repulsive fluid from the worm splashed anyone standing close enough. He shivered slightly from the withdraw of healing energy, someone to his right wasn't able to get his helm off fast enough and vomit oozed from the openings.
His attention was returned back to the woman that apparently knew him, he had run into a few that had knew during his long murderous career. It was through that contact he had learned his own name, which brought a sense of self to him. The very awareness was still plowing forward ever stronger to gain control of his own mind. All of his reflections were dematerialized from another controlling burst from the Lich King. Like it or not, he was mentally tied to his master.
Without another consideration of anything beyond his orders he leapt at the tiny creature who had uttered his name. His blade sang as it cut through the air and the vibration when the two metallic blades connected ran up his arm and settled in his shoulder joint. Her foot was suddenly on his belly and gave him a shove, he stumbled several steps backwards before he found his balance. He scolded himself for not seeing that coming, a trick he had often used himself. He was able to get off an icy curse, causing her to shiver she returned the gesture with a slam of light. It burned through his soul like superheated lava, he hissed clutching his chest.
Silence stilled him. It was more eerie than that of death that fell upon the area, he rose his head as a strange breeze drafted over the open landscape. It carried the uncertainty of change, one he did not fully understand even as his commanding officers knelt before the opposing force.
He squinted at the scene to make sure his eyes were not playing tricks. The rest of the ranks of knights were also staring stupidly toward the Chapel. He lowered his sword as the long winded speeches were rattled off, that strange feeling in his gut returned. Their words were haunting and disheartening, the truth wasn't fully revealed until the Lich King himself appeared. His jaw dropped when it was revealed that they, his faithful knights, were mere bait for the mighty paladin.
Bait? Bait!
Nahal gritted his teeth, he should have known, if he had two seconds to really think during his enslavement he might have figured it out. The Lich King played by his own rules and used anything and everything for his own goals. He and the rest of his kind were pawns in a life size chess game and they were about to be knocked out of play.
The hilt of his slipped from his gloved fingers and clattered against the rocks at his feet. His hands clutched his skull, agony ignited in his gray matter sweeping through every fiber of his being. He crumbled to the ground in the purest form of anguish, the sensation was as if someone had entered his brain and was pulling it apart bit by bit. He felt someone touching him his arm, he could do nothing to acknowledge it.
Nahal didn't even have time to voice his extreme discomfort, when it vanished leaving him reeling. He heard the threat from the king that he would meet the paladin again. The presence of the master faded completely, his mind was silent.
He forced himself to gain his footing and rose, several of the other knights were doing the same. Not all were affected in this way, each had their own reaction to the sudden disappearance of the link. Some would never be able to rise from the blood saturated ground. Nahal felt the weight of a bone weariness settled upon his frame, as if every hour of doing the kings bidding finally caught up with him. He wanted to pass out from it, he felt himself slipping in and out of reality as more long speeches were given.
An alliance was forged upon the battlefield, it took the sin'dorei a long while to get his brain in gear enough to have some sort of reaction to this. He saw no other avenue but to join this alliance. Returning to the king after this betrayal was unthinkable.
He glanced at the woman who had stuck close to him through the whole ordeal. Her head was bare from the heavy armored helm, her coppery hair falling out of the messy tail. The soft features of her face tugged at the wall that continue to remain between him and his memories, like an itch he couldn't reach.