Post by trilink on Jun 6, 2006 14:23:18 GMT -5
((This is a very old story, containing much backstory and the main gist of Trilink's events as a living man, and what happened to him. It's mostly here to make way for Sunset, which is a project I love much more. ;P in case you're wondering, i'm putting it here with intent to continue Trilink's storyline after a long damn hiatus.))
The Half-Elven Knight.
Chapters ONE-THREE
Chapter One - Knighthood
Trilink Ehranus was on his knees, in Stormwind's Keep. There was much fanfare, and the grey stone walls were decorated with many and varying tapestries, but more often did hang the gold lion on a blue banner than anything else. Before Trilink stood Bolvar Fordragon, who, for the time being, was more or less the ruler of Stormwind, with the King missing, and his heir but a small child. On either side of Fordragon and Ehranus were rows of Stormwind's Guards, the Royal Footmen of this last great human nation. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, ceremoniously. THeir shields were locked, and their swords held high, perpendicular to the ground.
Fordragon spoke with much authority in his tone as he addressed the armored man on his knees. "Trilink Nierendel Ehranus. It is my honor and the honor of Stormwind to grant you the title of Knight. You are now bound to the service of the Alliance and the Lion Throne." The steward of Stormwind tapped Trilink first on one shoulder, than the other, using the edge of an ornate weapon.
"Rise then, Sir Trilink EHranus, Knight of Stormwind, and the Alliance." As Trilink rose from his knees, there came a unified clamor as the Guardsmen slammed their swords against their shields in a salute of sorts.
Trilink was directed to another area, in the Keep. Others were being Knighted that day, Soldiers who had done well, who had fought for and honored the Alliance. There was a banquet to be held in the place Trilink was, after the ceremonies. Trilink had left early, clad in the Tabard of his new rank. The gold lion's large maw, on the tabard, signified Trilink's new position as an Officer, rather than an Enlisted Man. His destination was the small, comfortable home he had purchased some time ago- that purchase had left him poorer, but more comfortable. He shut and locked the door behind him, and soon removed his armour and weapons, stripping down to a plain white tunic and loose black cloth leggings.
He ascended the stairs, and went into his bedroom. He did not expect anyone to be there, but still he was disappointed when his fiancee, Constanse Al'Varay, was not there. She must be in Westfall, he thought. He sat himself down on the large, fancy bed, and put his head in his hands. He sighed, then sat up again, looking about the room, in thought.
"Father," said he, "I've made it. I am a Knight, just as you were." Trilink then lost himself in his own thoughts, thinking of how he'd come to Knighthood. He thought of the bloody battles he had fought, the Oaths he'd once made, the things he'd fought for. He knew rank was not the Honor it once was, but Trilink decided to bring honor to his new position - by acting truly as a Knight. He took from a table next to his bed an old parchment he'd once written; the Oaths he took to create himself a Knight, the man he wanted to be.
It read as follows:
"1. I hereby swear my Allegiance to Stormwind and her Allies. I shall defend them with all my strength.
2. I swear my loyatly to Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas. One's Homelands should be close to their hearts always.
3. I shall defend King Wrynn unto death.
4. The weak, poor, and the innocent. Never shall I look down on them. They are who we fight to defend.
5. Truth and Honor are inseperable.
6. To be a Coward is far worse than Death.
7. I will temper my blades, when I can do so, with mercy and humanity.
8. I will treat even enemies with Respect.
9. Loyalty should never be subject to Compromise.
10. I will not engage in acts if i know them to be wrong.
11. Family, Comrades, Nation, and Loved Ones- I will hold them above myself.
12. Boastfulness does not deserve Reknown. Actions and humility serve all better."
He had written this when he was but a Corporal, long ago. Smiling sadly, he realized that back then, things were a little different. Perhaps a little better. He was on the right path, back then, more so than now. Maybe he was more of a Knight, in those days. He silently swore to correct his ways, even if it was a long process. He would be the man he wanted to be. Even if it would take a lot of work. Even if it came at a price.
Trilink read the Oaths once more. He sighed and shook his head. He wondered if he'd kept them, or, rather, wondered just how far he had in fact strayed from them. Sometimes, Trilink had little time or need to worry about etiquette or good form while on the fields of battle. War was more than plentiful in these times.
Trilink had seen his share of war. Alterac Valley, Warsong Gulch, Arathi Basin. All over the Alliance lands in defense. All over Horde lands in raids. Not only did he fight Horde, but Myriad others. Demons. Beasts. The Burning Legion. The Scourge under the King of Lordaeron. The Silithids. War was abound in these times. He'd even fought several gods...
Trilink went to sleep that night with a sense of accomplishment, but also a sense of guilt and trepidation, and loneliness. Despair and hope were together, that night. Aye, he'd felt he'd accomplished a long time goal.
His battles, however, were only beginning, and the ones that were to come in the near future would change him, for good or ill, forever.
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Ch. 2
Trilink woke early that morning. He went about a quick routine - food and water, hygiene, and other normal things. As soon as he was finished, he began to strap on his plate armour and weapons. He had duties to fulfill. The Half-Elven Knight was soon out the door, and on his way to the Stables to find his horse, Tionn. He was unaware of the cloaked figure watching him from the shadows..
"Ah, my Trilink," said the strange but beautiful voice, inaudible in its quiet Elven inflections but to their speaker. "A Knight. So much like his father. So much like Llanius.."
Valian Nierendel watched her son, her emotions mixed and unidentifiable. She was, after all, not completely sane. She was once a High Elf, of Quel'Thalas. Now, she was a Forsaken. She'd spent some time in the Scourge of the LIch King. She'd lost her mortal life four years ago, defending Quel'Thalas during its fall. She'd fought the Scourge tirelessly since her rise from the grave and her enlistment into the ranks of the Dark Lady. Lately, however, she spent most of her time watching. She kept close watch over her son, Trilink, and the people he associated with. She wasn't sure why, sometimes. Sometimes, she wasn't even sure quite who she was - confusion came easily in Undeath.
"So strong. So beautiful. Like Llanius was." She watched Trilink, and her heart ached. It ached with the pain of being FOrsaken, with the pain of the loss of Llanius, Knight of Lordaeron, her lover and the father of Trilink, her heart ached with the knowledge that she'd never really gotten to be his mother, bu tinstead, a distant mentor. She was the one who had trained him to be a Warrior. Also, her heart ached with the confusion in her feelings towards Trilink, the world around her, and herself.
She stared after Trilink fro a long time, even until he was nearly out of sight. She looked up again at the blonde Knight, and her eyes widened. A pale flame shone in them, one that had been ever-present since her Return from death. "Llanius! Wait!" She shouted it in Gutterspeak. She realized her mistake only seconds later, as her presence of mind returned. She pulled out her hearthstone, a smooth rounded rock that allowed its user to teleport home through magical means.
Valian Nierendel returned to the Undercity, mind racing with confusion, and her emotions mixed. She couldn't keep the image of Trilink out of her mind. "Llanius..." she said mournfully. She paused, then corrected herself. She had the look of a sad little girl on her face, that face that still held the beauty of her Sylvan race. "Trilink..." She looked at the ground, her face growing serious again. She wasn't sure what it was she was feeling, but she knew she had to see Trilink again, and soon...
****
Ch. 3
A blue-glowing spear flashed horizontally, meeting green orch-felesh, slicing bone, and decapitating its mark. The wielder, Sir Trilink Ehranus, Knight of Stormwind, was surrounded. A Tauren Shaman, a Forsaken Rogue, and a Troll Priest were his opponents. The Orc Warrior dead at his feet had been harassing the peasants collecting lumber at the mill in Arathi Basin. He had little hope of defeating them, but it barely mattered. He was a Knight, and A Warrior, and would not flee. "For Arathor!" he cried as he chased teh Priest. His spear found its mark, dealing heavy damage and interfering with the troll's magicks by silencing his chant. The troll surrounded itself with a bright golden aura, indicative of shielding magic. The rogue and the Shaman approached from behind, but as they grew near, Trilink let out an Intimidating Shout, causing them to take several steps back.
Trilink's spear slashed at the Priest's legs, hindering his movement. The shielded troll spoke a few words of magic, though, and Trilink was fleeing in fear, against his will.
His flight was stopped short by the shaman's mace colliding with his helm. He fell backwards, stunned, just enough to intensify the pain of the Rogue's dagger sliding beneath his armor and piercing one of his kidneys. The Warrior shouted in pain and feared that he was about to be defeated. He took a few feeble swings as the three Horde attacked him.
Just when Trilink thought the end was coming, he was surrounded by a green healing light. His wounds closed, and energy returned to weary limbs. He leapt back, so all his opponents were directly in front of him. The Horde still had the advantage though, and the Tauren Shaman, eager for bloodshed, raised his mace with a cry. Suddenly, he was surrounded by an intense pillar of purple-white energy. "Moonfire.." Trilink thought aloud. His unseen benefactor was a Druid. Fur and flesh melted from the Tauren, exposing and burning flesh, showing a few bones. The Tauren gave one mighty shout of pain and started a desperate chant in a strained voice, attempting to heal itself. A spear entered it's mouth, then, cutting its speaking short. Trilink' put his foot on the shaman's chest, and pushed, freeing his spear, which had gone all the way through the Tauren's head, and stuck out the back. The rogue and the priest readied themselves, the former slipping into the shadows.
The druid stepped up onto a hill, making him visible for the first time. The familiar Night LEf was impressive, in his Druidic garb, clutching a mace created from the World Tree, Nordrassil. "Lence Teergaiz!" Trilink shouted to his old Comrade, one he'd not seen in some time. "Good timing, old friend!" Trilink wanted to ask him about his return, but there was not time for this now. The Druid returned the hails with naught but a grin and a nod, and then the two moved as a pair against the remaining horde.
Trilink charged the priest first. He dragged his spear across his chest, leaving a wound. The troll turned to run, but was ensnared by the entangling roots of the Druid Lence. Lence's moonfire enveloped the rogue as it stepped out of the shadows behind Trilink. The Warrior warrior buried his spear, with a thrust, into the heart fo the Troll priest, finally killing it. The undaunted Forsaken stabbed Tril, who turned 'round quickly. The Forsaken smirked with his rotten features as he slammed the hilts of his daggers into Trilink's eyes, blinding him for a momenment, and leaving him unable to fight properly. The rogue raised his weapons, preparing for a coup de grace on Trilink...
He was promptly and horribly mauled by a gigantic bear. The large beast easily crushed the corpse, ending its undeath with painless speed. It was Lence in bear form. Druids had such strange powers..
Trilink soon recovered his sight, and Lence returned to the form of a Kaldorei, The former smiled. "Sir Trilink, is it? " He gave a mock salute and shook his head. "Trying to get yourself killed again, hm?" Trilink, being without much homor, and more serious than his companion, merely shrugged. "We have the Horde on the run from the Basin, for now. I could not give up any ground." Trilink gave a slight bow to Lence. "Glad you showed up though, make no mistake." Trilink scooped up his large crate of supplies, and left the Basin, with Lence beside him. The battle had gone well, considering...
The two left, in conversation. They spoke for a short time, and then parted ways. Trilink would head back to Stormwind.
****
It was evening. Trilink Ehranus was just returning home, from a day at war. He'd fought for the League of Arathor in Arathi Basin, discussed tactics with some other officers, gone to the PLaguelands to fight for the Argent Dawn, and made a brief visit to Silithus to fight against the Silithid, the growing threat in that part of the world.
Now, he would rest, alone in his house, and perhaps reflect on the day.
He'd just become a Knight, and was learning the duties and responsibilities of that title. He hadn't yet commanded an army, but knew he may someday be placed in command of trooops. This didn't bother him; in fact he looked forward to it. He also thought that he would have to defend the City more often, and that Private citizens should be his concern when they needed it. Mostly, though, he was a Warrior-Knight, and it was his duty to fight the enemies of Stormwind and the Alliance, to do it with honor and to do it and achieve success. The duties of a Knight were not so different from his own normal conduct- he'd always been a Knight, of sorts.
Trilink sighed again at the bed left empty that night. He decided that soon, if he had time, he would see his fiancee, Constanse Al'Varay, in Westfall. He wondered, though, how it would turn out. She'd been avoiding him, he thought. "Tomorrow," He said to himself, "I will come for you..." He would resign himself to more domestic duties for awhile, perhaps.
That night, his peaceful sleep was, as it always was if he was troubled, by a nightmare. This one was recurring, and he never remembered hit happened the next morning. It was, in fact, a long-suppressed memory from his childhood...
The small boy, Trilink kneeled over the tiny prone feminine form. Trilink looked to be 2 or so, and the girl no older than five or six. The girl's face was white, and her lips blue. "Sareyna!" THe boy's shrill voice shattered the sickening stillness and silence of the scene. Mom and dad.. where were they?! He needed them... "Sareyna! Wake up!" Desperation made his voice weak. Tears streamed down his face, eyes wide with fear and concenr. Gently, he shook the girl. "Sareyna! Sister! Wake up! Please, wake up..." He shook her harder. "Sister.. I need you.. sister..!"
Trilink woke hours later, in a cold sweat. He wasn't sure why. He never remembered. This time, however, he had the haunting feeling that something was wrong... something was missing. He felt strange, and he would be bothered by it for quite some time to follow.
****
Valian Nierendel sat quietly in a room in Gallow's End Tavern in Brill. She wasn't usually one for rooms- in life or in Undeath, but she wanted one now. Her mind was on Trilink, and his father Llanius. The more she thought about them, the more her mind had trouble discerning the difference between the two. She'd even called him Llanius in front of Constanse who she'd mistaken first for Cerisce, Llanius' wife, and the woman Trilink though twas his mother until recent months, and later for Sareyna, daughter of Llanius and Cerice, who'd died at a young age.
Valian had found herself watching Trilink for some time, lately; Trilink and also his friends, with growing frequency. The more she watched him, the more she thought about him, and the more she thought about him, the more strange her thoughts became. Sometimes everything in her mind was accurate. Sometimes her mind used Llanius and Trilink interchangeably. Sometimes she thought he was truly the son of Cerice! But mostly, she just thought about him, obsessively. Even when her mind was otherwise sharp and clear.
The forsaken High Elf was clad in naught but black mageweave on her chest, legs, and feet. She'd bought it on a whim. She hadn't, until now, thought much about her appearance since Undeath. She was remarkably beautiful, and very well preserved for a Forsaken. She stood in front of a full-body mirror, examining her body for the first time.
She was not quite the unsurpassed beauty that she was in life, but, for the first time as a Forsaken, she thought herself beautifu. She liked the revealing meageweave. She liked the way her feminine features were still firm and perfect. She wished Trilink could see her like this.. see her and think her beautiful again. She looked over to the poile of armour and weapons- usually she wore ornate Elven chain mail under a flowing black cloak. her greatwsord, upon command, would glow with fire like that in her eyes. She must have been more frightening than attractive..
Valian traced her form with both hands. She was exploring her dead body.. and in the mirror wathcing herself do so. Her hands cupped her breasts, and she squeezed them gently, feeling every detail. They were still firm. Her stomach and arms were still muscular, she wasn't missing flesh like other Forsaken. Her hand travelled lower...
She wondered if everything worked as it had, if she could be aroused, if she could still make love...
She took herself into a memory, a fantasy, as her hand slid under her leggings and undergarments..
The soft bed was covered in silk sheeds, upon them were rose petals. The bed was surrounded by candles, which softly glowed, barely illuminating the room...
She slid her fingers down to her slit. She rubbed the labia slowly, gently, just examining at first measuring and enjoying the sensation of it.
Between the sheets were two lovers. Valian lie atop her lover, a Blonde, muscular Knight...
There was sensation. Pleasure. She had not felt this since her Undeath. She felt hot. As she continued to remember, and fantasize, she became aroused. She slid two fingers inside herself for the first time in so long..
"I love you, Llanius." "I love yo, Valian," the man replied. Furhter banter was cut off by the rhythmic movement of the two bodies together. Valian breathed heavily, in gasps and moans, as Llanius moved inside her, thrusting, pumping, filling her up. He grunted loudly and she matched and surpassed him in her moans of pleasure. He was so perfect..
Her two fingers were thrusting inside her at a feverish pace now. It felt so good. She hadn't been touched in so long. She dropped her leggings and bared herself. With her left hand, she parted the folds of her skin, and with her right, found her clitoris and begin to truly pleasure herself. Her two long, dextrous Elven fingers were perfect for it. She made quiet sounds of ecstacy.
"Don't stop!" she cried this in Elvish. The two lovers were moving together, fast and hard. She was about to explode, pressure building inside her. She felt waves of pleasure wash over her as she made love . In and out, the blonde Knight kept going with great stamina. She couldn't stop moaning and screaming...
She felt herself growing hotter and wetter. She sped up. She kept going, rubbing and pleasuring her clit, then sliding fingers deep into her pussy and pumping and sliding and thrusting with them. Her head tilted back slightly as she did so. But it wasn't quite enough.. she couldn't quite reach her peak. She needed something more. In her passion, she allowed her mind to go to that one last forbidden place.. her true desire, her true lust. In her need for release, she let her mind go free.
The Blonde Knight kept calling out her name in the throes of passion. She kept shouting and screaming as he slammed and pumped into her, his long, hard cock filling her up and making her whole. She grinded and pumped her hips against him, returning his fervor with her own. The two shouted and moaned and moved as one. She'd never felt anything quite so good, so perfect. She had hit her peak, and was about ready to orgasm. Her muscles tightened around the hard member inside her. They fucked harder and faster, screams filling the room as they gave all they had. Soon she felt pre-cum inside her, at a moan from her lover. She pushed her hips onto him as he pushed into her. When she could hold it in no longer, she finally got her orgasm, juices flowing out of her as she screamed the name of the man who gave her soo much pleasure..
"Ohhhh! [/i] Trilink!" [/i]
Her fantasy had ended. She fell back onto the bed, catching her breath after the orgasm. She'd actually had an orgasm. It had been longer than she could remember. It felt so good. The floor, her legs, her hands.. all were wet with the product of her fantasies.
She felt guilt at once however, for what she'd thought and felt. She really -did- want Trilink. Her son. Her student. She was only now able to admit it. She had to see him..
She had to see Trilink...
The Half-Elven Knight.
Chapters ONE-THREE
Chapter One - Knighthood
Trilink Ehranus was on his knees, in Stormwind's Keep. There was much fanfare, and the grey stone walls were decorated with many and varying tapestries, but more often did hang the gold lion on a blue banner than anything else. Before Trilink stood Bolvar Fordragon, who, for the time being, was more or less the ruler of Stormwind, with the King missing, and his heir but a small child. On either side of Fordragon and Ehranus were rows of Stormwind's Guards, the Royal Footmen of this last great human nation. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, ceremoniously. THeir shields were locked, and their swords held high, perpendicular to the ground.
Fordragon spoke with much authority in his tone as he addressed the armored man on his knees. "Trilink Nierendel Ehranus. It is my honor and the honor of Stormwind to grant you the title of Knight. You are now bound to the service of the Alliance and the Lion Throne." The steward of Stormwind tapped Trilink first on one shoulder, than the other, using the edge of an ornate weapon.
"Rise then, Sir Trilink EHranus, Knight of Stormwind, and the Alliance." As Trilink rose from his knees, there came a unified clamor as the Guardsmen slammed their swords against their shields in a salute of sorts.
Trilink was directed to another area, in the Keep. Others were being Knighted that day, Soldiers who had done well, who had fought for and honored the Alliance. There was a banquet to be held in the place Trilink was, after the ceremonies. Trilink had left early, clad in the Tabard of his new rank. The gold lion's large maw, on the tabard, signified Trilink's new position as an Officer, rather than an Enlisted Man. His destination was the small, comfortable home he had purchased some time ago- that purchase had left him poorer, but more comfortable. He shut and locked the door behind him, and soon removed his armour and weapons, stripping down to a plain white tunic and loose black cloth leggings.
He ascended the stairs, and went into his bedroom. He did not expect anyone to be there, but still he was disappointed when his fiancee, Constanse Al'Varay, was not there. She must be in Westfall, he thought. He sat himself down on the large, fancy bed, and put his head in his hands. He sighed, then sat up again, looking about the room, in thought.
"Father," said he, "I've made it. I am a Knight, just as you were." Trilink then lost himself in his own thoughts, thinking of how he'd come to Knighthood. He thought of the bloody battles he had fought, the Oaths he'd once made, the things he'd fought for. He knew rank was not the Honor it once was, but Trilink decided to bring honor to his new position - by acting truly as a Knight. He took from a table next to his bed an old parchment he'd once written; the Oaths he took to create himself a Knight, the man he wanted to be.
It read as follows:
"1. I hereby swear my Allegiance to Stormwind and her Allies. I shall defend them with all my strength.
2. I swear my loyatly to Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas. One's Homelands should be close to their hearts always.
3. I shall defend King Wrynn unto death.
4. The weak, poor, and the innocent. Never shall I look down on them. They are who we fight to defend.
5. Truth and Honor are inseperable.
6. To be a Coward is far worse than Death.
7. I will temper my blades, when I can do so, with mercy and humanity.
8. I will treat even enemies with Respect.
9. Loyalty should never be subject to Compromise.
10. I will not engage in acts if i know them to be wrong.
11. Family, Comrades, Nation, and Loved Ones- I will hold them above myself.
12. Boastfulness does not deserve Reknown. Actions and humility serve all better."
He had written this when he was but a Corporal, long ago. Smiling sadly, he realized that back then, things were a little different. Perhaps a little better. He was on the right path, back then, more so than now. Maybe he was more of a Knight, in those days. He silently swore to correct his ways, even if it was a long process. He would be the man he wanted to be. Even if it would take a lot of work. Even if it came at a price.
Trilink read the Oaths once more. He sighed and shook his head. He wondered if he'd kept them, or, rather, wondered just how far he had in fact strayed from them. Sometimes, Trilink had little time or need to worry about etiquette or good form while on the fields of battle. War was more than plentiful in these times.
Trilink had seen his share of war. Alterac Valley, Warsong Gulch, Arathi Basin. All over the Alliance lands in defense. All over Horde lands in raids. Not only did he fight Horde, but Myriad others. Demons. Beasts. The Burning Legion. The Scourge under the King of Lordaeron. The Silithids. War was abound in these times. He'd even fought several gods...
Trilink went to sleep that night with a sense of accomplishment, but also a sense of guilt and trepidation, and loneliness. Despair and hope were together, that night. Aye, he'd felt he'd accomplished a long time goal.
His battles, however, were only beginning, and the ones that were to come in the near future would change him, for good or ill, forever.
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Ch. 2
Trilink woke early that morning. He went about a quick routine - food and water, hygiene, and other normal things. As soon as he was finished, he began to strap on his plate armour and weapons. He had duties to fulfill. The Half-Elven Knight was soon out the door, and on his way to the Stables to find his horse, Tionn. He was unaware of the cloaked figure watching him from the shadows..
"Ah, my Trilink," said the strange but beautiful voice, inaudible in its quiet Elven inflections but to their speaker. "A Knight. So much like his father. So much like Llanius.."
Valian Nierendel watched her son, her emotions mixed and unidentifiable. She was, after all, not completely sane. She was once a High Elf, of Quel'Thalas. Now, she was a Forsaken. She'd spent some time in the Scourge of the LIch King. She'd lost her mortal life four years ago, defending Quel'Thalas during its fall. She'd fought the Scourge tirelessly since her rise from the grave and her enlistment into the ranks of the Dark Lady. Lately, however, she spent most of her time watching. She kept close watch over her son, Trilink, and the people he associated with. She wasn't sure why, sometimes. Sometimes, she wasn't even sure quite who she was - confusion came easily in Undeath.
"So strong. So beautiful. Like Llanius was." She watched Trilink, and her heart ached. It ached with the pain of being FOrsaken, with the pain of the loss of Llanius, Knight of Lordaeron, her lover and the father of Trilink, her heart ached with the knowledge that she'd never really gotten to be his mother, bu tinstead, a distant mentor. She was the one who had trained him to be a Warrior. Also, her heart ached with the confusion in her feelings towards Trilink, the world around her, and herself.
She stared after Trilink fro a long time, even until he was nearly out of sight. She looked up again at the blonde Knight, and her eyes widened. A pale flame shone in them, one that had been ever-present since her Return from death. "Llanius! Wait!" She shouted it in Gutterspeak. She realized her mistake only seconds later, as her presence of mind returned. She pulled out her hearthstone, a smooth rounded rock that allowed its user to teleport home through magical means.
Valian Nierendel returned to the Undercity, mind racing with confusion, and her emotions mixed. She couldn't keep the image of Trilink out of her mind. "Llanius..." she said mournfully. She paused, then corrected herself. She had the look of a sad little girl on her face, that face that still held the beauty of her Sylvan race. "Trilink..." She looked at the ground, her face growing serious again. She wasn't sure what it was she was feeling, but she knew she had to see Trilink again, and soon...
****
Ch. 3
A blue-glowing spear flashed horizontally, meeting green orch-felesh, slicing bone, and decapitating its mark. The wielder, Sir Trilink Ehranus, Knight of Stormwind, was surrounded. A Tauren Shaman, a Forsaken Rogue, and a Troll Priest were his opponents. The Orc Warrior dead at his feet had been harassing the peasants collecting lumber at the mill in Arathi Basin. He had little hope of defeating them, but it barely mattered. He was a Knight, and A Warrior, and would not flee. "For Arathor!" he cried as he chased teh Priest. His spear found its mark, dealing heavy damage and interfering with the troll's magicks by silencing his chant. The troll surrounded itself with a bright golden aura, indicative of shielding magic. The rogue and the Shaman approached from behind, but as they grew near, Trilink let out an Intimidating Shout, causing them to take several steps back.
Trilink's spear slashed at the Priest's legs, hindering his movement. The shielded troll spoke a few words of magic, though, and Trilink was fleeing in fear, against his will.
His flight was stopped short by the shaman's mace colliding with his helm. He fell backwards, stunned, just enough to intensify the pain of the Rogue's dagger sliding beneath his armor and piercing one of his kidneys. The Warrior shouted in pain and feared that he was about to be defeated. He took a few feeble swings as the three Horde attacked him.
Just when Trilink thought the end was coming, he was surrounded by a green healing light. His wounds closed, and energy returned to weary limbs. He leapt back, so all his opponents were directly in front of him. The Horde still had the advantage though, and the Tauren Shaman, eager for bloodshed, raised his mace with a cry. Suddenly, he was surrounded by an intense pillar of purple-white energy. "Moonfire.." Trilink thought aloud. His unseen benefactor was a Druid. Fur and flesh melted from the Tauren, exposing and burning flesh, showing a few bones. The Tauren gave one mighty shout of pain and started a desperate chant in a strained voice, attempting to heal itself. A spear entered it's mouth, then, cutting its speaking short. Trilink' put his foot on the shaman's chest, and pushed, freeing his spear, which had gone all the way through the Tauren's head, and stuck out the back. The rogue and the priest readied themselves, the former slipping into the shadows.
The druid stepped up onto a hill, making him visible for the first time. The familiar Night LEf was impressive, in his Druidic garb, clutching a mace created from the World Tree, Nordrassil. "Lence Teergaiz!" Trilink shouted to his old Comrade, one he'd not seen in some time. "Good timing, old friend!" Trilink wanted to ask him about his return, but there was not time for this now. The Druid returned the hails with naught but a grin and a nod, and then the two moved as a pair against the remaining horde.
Trilink charged the priest first. He dragged his spear across his chest, leaving a wound. The troll turned to run, but was ensnared by the entangling roots of the Druid Lence. Lence's moonfire enveloped the rogue as it stepped out of the shadows behind Trilink. The Warrior warrior buried his spear, with a thrust, into the heart fo the Troll priest, finally killing it. The undaunted Forsaken stabbed Tril, who turned 'round quickly. The Forsaken smirked with his rotten features as he slammed the hilts of his daggers into Trilink's eyes, blinding him for a momenment, and leaving him unable to fight properly. The rogue raised his weapons, preparing for a coup de grace on Trilink...
He was promptly and horribly mauled by a gigantic bear. The large beast easily crushed the corpse, ending its undeath with painless speed. It was Lence in bear form. Druids had such strange powers..
Trilink soon recovered his sight, and Lence returned to the form of a Kaldorei, The former smiled. "Sir Trilink, is it? " He gave a mock salute and shook his head. "Trying to get yourself killed again, hm?" Trilink, being without much homor, and more serious than his companion, merely shrugged. "We have the Horde on the run from the Basin, for now. I could not give up any ground." Trilink gave a slight bow to Lence. "Glad you showed up though, make no mistake." Trilink scooped up his large crate of supplies, and left the Basin, with Lence beside him. The battle had gone well, considering...
The two left, in conversation. They spoke for a short time, and then parted ways. Trilink would head back to Stormwind.
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It was evening. Trilink Ehranus was just returning home, from a day at war. He'd fought for the League of Arathor in Arathi Basin, discussed tactics with some other officers, gone to the PLaguelands to fight for the Argent Dawn, and made a brief visit to Silithus to fight against the Silithid, the growing threat in that part of the world.
Now, he would rest, alone in his house, and perhaps reflect on the day.
He'd just become a Knight, and was learning the duties and responsibilities of that title. He hadn't yet commanded an army, but knew he may someday be placed in command of trooops. This didn't bother him; in fact he looked forward to it. He also thought that he would have to defend the City more often, and that Private citizens should be his concern when they needed it. Mostly, though, he was a Warrior-Knight, and it was his duty to fight the enemies of Stormwind and the Alliance, to do it with honor and to do it and achieve success. The duties of a Knight were not so different from his own normal conduct- he'd always been a Knight, of sorts.
Trilink sighed again at the bed left empty that night. He decided that soon, if he had time, he would see his fiancee, Constanse Al'Varay, in Westfall. He wondered, though, how it would turn out. She'd been avoiding him, he thought. "Tomorrow," He said to himself, "I will come for you..." He would resign himself to more domestic duties for awhile, perhaps.
That night, his peaceful sleep was, as it always was if he was troubled, by a nightmare. This one was recurring, and he never remembered hit happened the next morning. It was, in fact, a long-suppressed memory from his childhood...
The small boy, Trilink kneeled over the tiny prone feminine form. Trilink looked to be 2 or so, and the girl no older than five or six. The girl's face was white, and her lips blue. "Sareyna!" THe boy's shrill voice shattered the sickening stillness and silence of the scene. Mom and dad.. where were they?! He needed them... "Sareyna! Wake up!" Desperation made his voice weak. Tears streamed down his face, eyes wide with fear and concenr. Gently, he shook the girl. "Sareyna! Sister! Wake up! Please, wake up..." He shook her harder. "Sister.. I need you.. sister..!"
Trilink woke hours later, in a cold sweat. He wasn't sure why. He never remembered. This time, however, he had the haunting feeling that something was wrong... something was missing. He felt strange, and he would be bothered by it for quite some time to follow.
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Valian Nierendel sat quietly in a room in Gallow's End Tavern in Brill. She wasn't usually one for rooms- in life or in Undeath, but she wanted one now. Her mind was on Trilink, and his father Llanius. The more she thought about them, the more her mind had trouble discerning the difference between the two. She'd even called him Llanius in front of Constanse who she'd mistaken first for Cerisce, Llanius' wife, and the woman Trilink though twas his mother until recent months, and later for Sareyna, daughter of Llanius and Cerice, who'd died at a young age.
Valian had found herself watching Trilink for some time, lately; Trilink and also his friends, with growing frequency. The more she watched him, the more she thought about him, and the more she thought about him, the more strange her thoughts became. Sometimes everything in her mind was accurate. Sometimes her mind used Llanius and Trilink interchangeably. Sometimes she thought he was truly the son of Cerice! But mostly, she just thought about him, obsessively. Even when her mind was otherwise sharp and clear.
The forsaken High Elf was clad in naught but black mageweave on her chest, legs, and feet. She'd bought it on a whim. She hadn't, until now, thought much about her appearance since Undeath. She was remarkably beautiful, and very well preserved for a Forsaken. She stood in front of a full-body mirror, examining her body for the first time.
She was not quite the unsurpassed beauty that she was in life, but, for the first time as a Forsaken, she thought herself beautifu. She liked the revealing meageweave. She liked the way her feminine features were still firm and perfect. She wished Trilink could see her like this.. see her and think her beautiful again. She looked over to the poile of armour and weapons- usually she wore ornate Elven chain mail under a flowing black cloak. her greatwsord, upon command, would glow with fire like that in her eyes. She must have been more frightening than attractive..
Valian traced her form with both hands. She was exploring her dead body.. and in the mirror wathcing herself do so. Her hands cupped her breasts, and she squeezed them gently, feeling every detail. They were still firm. Her stomach and arms were still muscular, she wasn't missing flesh like other Forsaken. Her hand travelled lower...
She wondered if everything worked as it had, if she could be aroused, if she could still make love...
She took herself into a memory, a fantasy, as her hand slid under her leggings and undergarments..
The soft bed was covered in silk sheeds, upon them were rose petals. The bed was surrounded by candles, which softly glowed, barely illuminating the room...
She slid her fingers down to her slit. She rubbed the labia slowly, gently, just examining at first measuring and enjoying the sensation of it.
Between the sheets were two lovers. Valian lie atop her lover, a Blonde, muscular Knight...
There was sensation. Pleasure. She had not felt this since her Undeath. She felt hot. As she continued to remember, and fantasize, she became aroused. She slid two fingers inside herself for the first time in so long..
"I love you, Llanius." "I love yo, Valian," the man replied. Furhter banter was cut off by the rhythmic movement of the two bodies together. Valian breathed heavily, in gasps and moans, as Llanius moved inside her, thrusting, pumping, filling her up. He grunted loudly and she matched and surpassed him in her moans of pleasure. He was so perfect..
Her two fingers were thrusting inside her at a feverish pace now. It felt so good. She hadn't been touched in so long. She dropped her leggings and bared herself. With her left hand, she parted the folds of her skin, and with her right, found her clitoris and begin to truly pleasure herself. Her two long, dextrous Elven fingers were perfect for it. She made quiet sounds of ecstacy.
"Don't stop!" she cried this in Elvish. The two lovers were moving together, fast and hard. She was about to explode, pressure building inside her. She felt waves of pleasure wash over her as she made love . In and out, the blonde Knight kept going with great stamina. She couldn't stop moaning and screaming...
She felt herself growing hotter and wetter. She sped up. She kept going, rubbing and pleasuring her clit, then sliding fingers deep into her pussy and pumping and sliding and thrusting with them. Her head tilted back slightly as she did so. But it wasn't quite enough.. she couldn't quite reach her peak. She needed something more. In her passion, she allowed her mind to go to that one last forbidden place.. her true desire, her true lust. In her need for release, she let her mind go free.
The Blonde Knight kept calling out her name in the throes of passion. She kept shouting and screaming as he slammed and pumped into her, his long, hard cock filling her up and making her whole. She grinded and pumped her hips against him, returning his fervor with her own. The two shouted and moaned and moved as one. She'd never felt anything quite so good, so perfect. She had hit her peak, and was about ready to orgasm. Her muscles tightened around the hard member inside her. They fucked harder and faster, screams filling the room as they gave all they had. Soon she felt pre-cum inside her, at a moan from her lover. She pushed her hips onto him as he pushed into her. When she could hold it in no longer, she finally got her orgasm, juices flowing out of her as she screamed the name of the man who gave her soo much pleasure..
"Ohhhh! [/i] Trilink!" [/i]
Her fantasy had ended. She fell back onto the bed, catching her breath after the orgasm. She'd actually had an orgasm. It had been longer than she could remember. It felt so good. The floor, her legs, her hands.. all were wet with the product of her fantasies.
She felt guilt at once however, for what she'd thought and felt. She really -did- want Trilink. Her son. Her student. She was only now able to admit it. She had to see him..
She had to see Trilink...