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[frostheart]

[ hello barge, this guy looks pretty spiny, and furthermore, slightly not alive, what with the sickly pallor and the pale, glowing eyes. when he speaks, his voice bears a strange echo, dark and otherworldly.

he frowns, one long brow arched. ]

I suppose this is more or less preferable to a torture chamber.

[ a pause. ]

Koltira Deathweaver, death knight, of the order of the Ebon Blade. I'd say it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but..

No matter. I'll be certain to make myself of use.

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[forquelthalas]

[Pleased, indeed. There's an odd mirth to his voice, and he feels...

...happy, somehow.

It's as if a weight that had settled on him lifted somewhat. Nothing too great, but something, still.

In his cruel joy, he's nearly blind to Koltira's own discomfort.]

I see.

Well, I suppose justice came for our people after all. Though I had no doubt it ever would.

[He nods.]

You've done well, Koltira.

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[frostheart]

[ you've done well..

these words would have held such meaning, only a handful of short years ago. before the destruction of quel'thalas, before he lost his life and became this .. this thing. before he killed so many innocents while under the thrall of a cruel master, a master who should have remained dead.

koltira's expression is hard, but his eyes are.. sad. deeply anguished. but he does what he can to keep it from his voice as he inclines his head again.. ]

It matters little now, it would seem.

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[forquelthalas]

[He nods slightly, and looks away.

They have lost much. Far too much, in fact. It was never fair. In his youth, he held onto the vain hope that things were fair and kind when you were good and just.

The world had taught him how very wrong he was.]

So it would seem.

[He falls silent for a moment, and then nods.]

Come to me, should you need anything. I'm afraid that, here, I have little to offer, but I will do what I can.

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[frostheart]

[ far too much indeed, so much so as to have nothing at all. even his life has been robbed from him, and what does he have left? what remains? only cold, hollow emptiness in his hands; if only he possessed thassarian's optimism, perhaps he could try to find a path, to find a place to belong, to see the good in things again.

instead he only goes through the motions, for what reason even he cannot say.

the prince's reply has him unsettled; who is he to warrant such attentions? to be deserving of the help of the prince that he has failed? koltira's brow creases, and he nods sharply. ]

My thanks. You have my blade in return, for what it's worth.

[ as if it could ever make up for the loss. ]