Jhaara: In the Hands of Death
The Falling
Jhaara looked up in terror as the man in armor stepped forward. Clank. Clank. Each step caused her to shudder. Those cold eyes held hers and she was unable to look away. It was a figure blocking her view that finally caused her to come to her senses. The armor’s voice seemed frozen and hollow. “You will serve me… In time.” No words came to her as she watched a blade raise against the armored man, but to no avail. The blade shattered and she stared at the tip of the man’s blade protruding from savior’s back.
“Kalluun!!” We were supposed to be safe here… Jhaara scrambles for the blade she’d previously lost. The footsteps were almost upon her. Just a little closer! She froze as her fingers brushed against the blade. An icy numbness spread from her middle. Her eyes flowed down to see the same blade protruding from her front. Her eyes closed slowly, “Forgive me… Brother.” She slipped from the blade and onto the ground.
“You are mine.”
Reunited
“We have prepared an unworthy initiate for you. Kill him and return to me,” commands Instructor Razuvious.
“Yes, my lord.” Jhaara rises from bent knee and walks to the central area. There is sobbing from a couple, but most seemed resigned to their fate. One off to the side catches her eyes, a lone dranei that struggles against the chains. She walks in front of him and pauses. At the same moment, he pauses and stares into her eyes.
Without words, Jhaara steps forward and unlocks the chains. As one they turn to a nearby initiate. The male dranei steps behind him in the chaos and shoves him roughly to the ground. It is without pretense that she steps forward beheads the other death knight. Together they bend down and strip him of his clothing. Jhaara regards her brother evenly, “Brother.”
He grins at her with a wild edge. “Sister.”
It is together that they return to the Instructor. When questioned, they respond in unison, “We have killed the unworthy one.” Although he pauses, Instructor Razuvious nods.
“You have done well. Suffer well, Jhaara and Kalluun.” They both look up at once meeting the Instructor’s eyes.
“Suffer well. We are the Lich King’s to command.”
Teamwork
“You know what is wanted of you.” It was a statement and not a question.
Two voices echoed in unison that not even the will of the Lich King had been able to suppress. “Yes, we understand.” The female begins in a calm voice, “We are cause havoc by killing villagers,” and the male continues with passion, “and then we are to raze it all to the ground!”
They both walk to their mounts. Jhaara lightly settles herself while Kalluun jumps and lands forcefully in the saddle. “Shall we go, Sister?” Jhaara smiles coldly while Kalluun grins toothily at her. “After you, Brother.” Kalluun takes off down the hill towards the town and she follows. For every crushing blow, Jhaara follows behind finishing off Kalluun’s picks.
It was Kalluun’s laughter that causes her to look up from her latest victim. “This is great, Jhaa! I feel better than I ever have!” Jhaara frowns in irritation. She walks forward and stays his hand from another blow.
“Enough Kall. We have other tasks to complete.” Kalluun frowns as well, but stops. It only takes a moment before he smiles again, the woman he’d been about to strike running off.
“Alright, Sis. If you say so. You really should learn to relax and have some fun.” Jhaara’s look speaks to him and he nods as if she’s spoken. “Yes, I know we still need to burn the homes, Jhaa. Come on.” She smiles without any real emotion as she alights the torches and hands one to Kalluun.
“Don’t worry, Brother. I won’t neglect my fun.”