I’m interested. That’s all that matters.
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Then, as I always say - be sure to contact us!
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Ebons? Time to get the slay corpses again sigh Fetch me my warhammer.
(They’re an awesome guild even when it’s just evil, Arindha is a great GM and they have awesome ghouls for target practice <3)
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I have a question, unsurprisingly about that awkward compulsion.
- We know DK’s have a need to cause pain.
- We know their emotions are… ‘stunted’
- We know that the Light causes pain to the undead, but also has an effect of quasi-reversing the effects of undeath (temporary return of some functions like taste, feelings, etc).
So. Say you have a Draenei or Lightforged (still not sure how this will work just yet…) Death Knight who, against their will still has some connection to the Light/Naaru (the Naaru are cruel chandeliers, everyone knows this). Do you think that they could be a masochist, rather than a sadist, and sate their hunger by regularly seeking out that connection to the Light? In short, a sort of “Gift of the Naaru Flagellation”? I had a thought when I was healing myself earlier! The pain of the Light coupled with the general ‘dulling’ of the effects of undeath might make a temporary substitute for those rare times Zereya isn’t out stomping Scarlets under her hooves.
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The hunger or whatever one might call it seems to be about inflicting suffering. I suppose inflicting it upon oneself also counts, but that likely leads to a whole new set of mental issues in and of itself.
Well fortunately, being a millennia-old holy space crusader who the Light still stuck with, but it wasn’t enough to prevent the whole undead killing machine thing, provides ample opportunity for questionable mental health anyway. What’s one more rabid badger in the box?
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Last I remember, it was your buddies who were laying on the ground, ready to be ghoulified 
Thanks for having us yesterday !
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Pretty sure it works the same as a normal Draenei Death Knight, except you have yellow tattoo’s and different horns. The rest is the same 
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Well, it depends. LF are literally infused with the Light, while normal Draenei are not. So in my opinion, either they would end up like Calia or the Light inside their body would constantly cause them incomprehensible pain.
As for the eternal hunger part, we will have to see if the new DKs will even have that, considering that Bolvar isn’t Arthas.
I have a feeling Blizz isn’t even going to comment on it, and if that’s the case, we’re pro’lly gonna stick with the status quo here in the Onslaught.
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Dragonfire’s probably gonna replace the Hunger or need to inflict pain somehow, or both. Inc the 4th generation of DKs, the Martyrs!
Bolvar has risen Death Knights on the Broken Shore. We haven’t seen anything to suggest there is any difference between Arthas’ Death Knights and Bolvar aside from experience. So it is safe to assume the eternal hunger is still present.
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Ishmael fell against the damp wall again, his shaky hand struggling to find some measure of grip. Blood, his blood, crept through his fingers and onto the floor.
Drip…Drip…Drip
Each step was a struggle, staggering into the darkness blind. It attacked the caravan so fast, almost a white blur. Cutting down the scouts before they could even blink. Ishmael was lucky to make it this far. He rested his head, breathing heavily through the nose.
He was going to die in here
Slow, methodical footsteps echoed behind him, growing louder with each passing moment.
He was the only one to make it to the cave, it’s the pale shade, it must be!
Thought sheer grit and fear Ishmael managed anothers few places before a jutting out piece of rock toppled the crusader. Blood dripped from his mouth as Ishmael laid paralysed, relieving the pressure on his wound his breathing became harder to maintain, his heart began to race as the footsteps came closer…
With a kick of his boot the bloodied Crusader toppled over onto his back, Obadiah could feel the life fading from his injuries. With a flick of a finger he slowed the blood flow, easing his heart rate for a moment.
"The one who slaughtered you, where did it go?"
The man coughed and choked, his hoarse voice spouting unintelligible drivel. Obadiah snapped a shin bone, leaving it stick out of his leg.
“I can extend your suffering for quite some time…spit it out and I’ll let you embrace the inevitable.”
Sitting up for a moment, he threw his head back down on the cold floor. A bead of sweat dropped down his forehead, time was running out.
"T-the Thondroril River, h-he headed East."
Obadiah had no time to waste, he let go of the man’s blood flow and made haste for the river, lest his trail was lost.
"Embrace Death Crusader, your service to the Light ends here"
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I love these guys. They’re amazing people and roleplayers and deserve a huge 
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First, I’d like to welcome our new recruits that recently joined the Onslaught!
Want a spot within the Onslaught? It is now or never! Be sure to poke us to join the fun of murdering… people! What, I ain’t spoilin’!
After a skirmish within the Western Plaguelands against an old enemy!
Due to that, we will set up potential patrols within this zone! Perhaps it is your chance to meet us! Or try and challenge us, or have some tea.
Hope to see y’all soon enough!
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Cronus galloped over the Thondroril with pace, not breaking stride as the water beneath the beasts hooves turned to ice. The land of the Eastweald remained brown and rotten, in sharp contrast to the lands of the West. Crossing over to the eastern bank, Obadiah headed north, past a lonely cabin, decrepit and decayed as the land around it. With little time to spare, he spurred Cronus on towards a slumped bear. Birds scattered from the corpse, revealing boils and missing flesh, yet another victim of the plague in these lands.
The bank rose to rolling hills, halting Obadiah’s advance. Upon further inspection, the hill bore a web riddled maw. Throwing himself off Cronus, Obadiah drew his runeblade and ventured into the dark, narrow passageway.
He is here…he could sense it
Finding himself in a confined, poorly lit space, Obadiah held his blade before him, the light of his runes guiding his path around twists and turns. A root caught his boot, jolting the towering Knight forward. Regaining his footing, he cursed under his breath, and carried on.
Is it even here? He trusted the word of a dead man…
His boot got caught again, before he could regain his balance something burst from the wall, claws snapping at saronite plate. Struggling to manoeuvre his spear, Obadiah rammed his helm against the beast. The fiend reeled from the blow but held on tight, it’s claws finding their way between the gaps in his plate. He rammed his head again, giving the creature no time to recover as he followed up with a second blow. The beast slithered off him, reaching over his back he pulled the it over his shoulder, running his blade through it.
Nerubians.
The further Obadiah went inside the passage, the thicker and denser the webbing became. After weaving through a particularly entrapping wall of webbing stood a lone figure, behind them daylight beamed in. The hooded figure turned, face pitched in darkness bar two blue eyes. It was tall, bearing white plate armour partially hidden under a black cloak. As Obadiah approached he drew two axes runed with Vrykul magics.
"Prepare to face death once more, I have need of your head."
The two clashed, the Pale Knight charged forth, axes raised, Obadiah raised his spear to parry, the narrow passage not working in his favour. The Pale Knight went to hook his blade with his axes but Obadiah swiftly countered got a kick to the torso. Obadiah thrusted forward, however it glanced off the Pale Knight’s pauldron and left himself vulnerable. As punishment for overreaching he was slammed back Into the wall, dropping his blade and being ensnared in more Nerubian webs. Having kicked his rune blade aside, the Pale Knight tucked one axe underneath Obadiah’s armpit where his armour was weakest and pulled them away, leaving congealed blood ooze down his side. His right arm, once flailing against the webbing stopped responding, his nerves failed him. He reached out with his left hand and brought his weapon to his palm, quickly shoving it into the Pale Knight’s neck. It jolted upright, pausing for a second. Obadiah channeled the runes on his embedded blade and a block of ice began to emerge, pushing the head from its rigid body. The ice continued to grow and enlarge, Obadiah channeling the spell until…
Pop
Cutting himself free and picking up the head, he slid the rune axes onto his belt and summoned a Death Gate. His right arm hanging uselessly by his side he embraced the purple flames once more…
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I’m kinda hyped by all DKs getting pets again, but kinda hoping there’s a lot more customisation available. I’d rather have a pet shade or somesuch. Also wondering if most mobs in Shadowlands will count as undead, so I can finally get a bit more use out of Control Undead.
Side note: I know I was talking about questionable mental health earlier but that’s not why Z looks like she does… turns out the Eternal Traveller set doesn’t exist in the armoury yet…
Pretty sure we’re all excited to see what is to come. And as far as Control Undead goes, I wager the Maw, vampire place, and scourge-y place are where you’ll get a good run out of those, I imagine most enemies in the other areas count as ‘living’, so to speak.
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I heard tea.
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#justdeathknightthings
Keep it up boys.
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