There is only this...War.

Written by Wulf / Established 2/24/23

[deathchained]

With the death of the Lich King... all I have left is my duty. There is no family, there are no friends... there is only this.

War.

Independent Koltira Deathweaver Written by Wulf Carrd

Promo credit to @shcndralar/@lichrisen

[memeattic]

Snarky RP-Starters

“Now is not the time.”

“You’re not being helpful.”

“And you couldn’t mention that any earlier?”

“The only skill you have is that you know how to be in the way.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“At least I’m capable of admitting I’m wrong.”

“And it didn’t occur to you it might be important?”

“Thanks, you’re helpful. And five minutes late!”

“Shut your mouth for once.”

“Is thinking too much asked?”

“You better fix that right now!”

“For once in your life, use that thing inside your head. The one called ‘brain.’”

“Great, you’re just what I needed.”

“Oh, and you’re so great yourself?”

“If you hadn’t come, I would’ve managed just fine.”

“I need you like I need a hole in the head.”

[deathchained]

With the death of the Lich King... all I have left is my duty. There is no family, there are no friends... there is only this.

War.

Independent Koltira Deathweaver Written by Wulf Carrd

Promo credit to @shcndralar/@lichrisen

[deathchained]

@lichrisen sent : "Would you kill for me?"

The question caught him off guard, finding himself looking to Nylnysa for clarification after she had spoken. It was such an odd question, considering what they were. Knights of the Ebon Blade were no strangers to combat, and he had already been to battle under her orders! Perhaps this was just another way of confirming her choices? But she had never required such reassurance from him before, why would she seek it out now? Strange, how five little worlds sent his mind into a buzz, questions rattling around inside of his skull that he would not ask, and all in the space of a few moments. But despite the questions, he already knew his answer.

Eyes of blue lichfire regarded his commander for a brief moment, even meeting her gaze as he did so, before lowering his head in what could be considered a bow of acquiescence. "I already have, Deathlord." His words were smooth and even as glass, his gaze broken from hers as a result of lowering his head, and he didn't bring it back up again until his words had cleared the air, no echo of them remaining. And again, he caught her gaze, this time not breaking away as he spoke once more. "And I will again, as you order."

[deathchained]

I don't know fuck all about Dragonflight, but man does Iridikron look badass. That cinematic was really damn good, I was almost tempted to resub.

[deathchained]

@shcndralar sent : ☆ Receiver catches sender in their arms. ( lys probably jumped off of something pretty high using her float spell ;A; )

She had said that she merely need a moment in the tower, searching for something the previous occupant had left behind. What was odd though, is that she bid him wait outside. Perhaps she had something to hide, or it was something personal to her? Curiosity burned within his mind, trying to figure out what it was she hunted for in this abandoned tower she had sought out. Koltira waited patiently though, finding no need nor desire to intrude upon what it was Lysirae was doing, though he found little to do as he waited, finding himself just surveying the landscape in the time that he had.

Perhaps he would have been lost to the view for quite a good deal longer before he heard Lys calling out to him, obviously from the balcony of the tower considering he could barely hear her. Turning about, his gaze ventured up the tower to indeed find her standing near the top, leaning over the balcony for a moment before disappearing and leaping off of it!

Panic immediately gripped his heart, blue eyes going wide as he immediately tried to figure out how to catch her, about to bolt and try to position himself to catch her, only to finally notice she was descending much slower than a person should! A sigh of annoyance slipped his lips when he remembered that she had the float spell on hand, of course, she would leap from the balcony instead of walking down like a normal person would. He was half tempted to let her float into whatever mess on the ground she was over, but before she was even close he had begun to move. Turns out, he wasn't willing to listen to her complaints about not catching her as he should have.

Soon, Koltira stood beneath her, arms out and waiting for her as if this had always been the plan. It took another minute or so for her to finally float the rest of the way down, landing perfectly in his arms as if that had been her intention from the very start. Those eyes of blue lichfire looked down at her, a less than amused expression on his face as he did so. "I think it would have been quicker if you had taken the stairs."

[deathchained]

@necroarchy sent : ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up .

It was...strange, to be back in Northrend after everything that had happened. After the fall of the Lich King, he had half expected to never return to this wasteland, and yet here he was. Even with Bolvar having taken the mantle of Lich King, the scourge was still a threat, still needed to be contained and culled. And Koltira was certainly one of those who could do the job. The Ebon Blade would do the job. They did what the living could not.

Today, saw them just inside the bounds of Icecrown, coming up from Dragonblight, though they avoided the Wrathgate. Using the Argent Crusade positions as fortifications for their own lines, the Ebon Blade soldiers kept pushing on, slicing their way through the scourge with relative ease. Koltira pushed ahead with the Vanguard, finding himself almost enjoying the work. That near insatiable need to cause pain was lessened as he cut through the risen dead, relief flooding his system like a drug the more scourge he cut through. It was something all Death Knights suffered, that need to cause pain, and they did it for a greater cause, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it when he got to release that hold. It seemed the day almost won when there was a sudden explosion of magic from the right. Koltira could feel something impacting his armor, launching him into the air unexpectedly, and coming to a skidding halt some fifteen yards from where he had been standing. His ears were ringing, the sounds of battle gone completely as he struggled to even lift his head from the ground. His vision swam, lichfire eyes struggling to focus as he started to bring himself to his feet, only for strange tendrils of dark energy to wrap around his arms, pulling him back to the ground and restraining him! Panic rose like bile in his throat, pulling at the magic bonds that held him, occasionally lifting his gaze to see what was happening around him.

It took only moments for his vision to clear, and show him a figure in armor he had hoped never to see again. His struggle against the bonds that held him ceased, those blue eyes widening in shock and horror, both in equal parts. The man before him was one he had thought dead, properly dead, and yet here he stood. If his heart hadn't already been stopped, this would have been the instance to do it for sure. A name dripped from Koltira's lips, spoken quietly as if he couldn't believe who he saw before him, unable to look away from the field.

"...Arthas!?"

[deathchained]

Yessss, the ffxiv blogs are following me back. More motivation to make a XIV verse for Koltira. Undead Elezen Dark Knight anyone?

[deathchained]

With the death of the Lich King... all I have left is my duty. There is no family, there are no friends... there is only this.

War.

Independent Koltira Deathweaver Written by Wulf Carrd

Promo credit to @shcndralar/@lichrisen

[deathchained]

@throned sent: ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . / from darion, since this just feels right for koltira!

This was a disaster.

For a time, the Ebon Blade held the line against the demons, wave after wave of the creatures crashing against their blades and faltering. But even in the face of their continued success, Koltira had felt something...off. A hint of intuition that hadn't left him in death, telling him that the tides were about to turn, and not in their favor. For a time, he had tried to ignore the feeling that hung over his head like a guillotine, but that proved to be a mistake, as a Legion ship suddenly just appeared overhead. Koltira had barely had time to yell at those around him to find cover before the blasting began, fire raining down from the ship above.

The line broke at the arrival of that ship, sending both Horde and Alliance racing for cover, Koltira counted among that number. While the Ebon Blade had no qualms about fighting the worst of things to give others time to flee, there was no fighting a ship like that, not from the ground. Koltira raced towards cover but found himself short of protection as another shot impacted the ground not far behind him. The resulting explosion sent the Death Knight hurtling through the air, crashing some fifteen yards ahead of where he had been standing, and dazed to boot. It took him a moment to haul himself to his feet, ears ringing so loudly that the battlefield was eerily quiet.

Deciding things had progressed too far in the Legion's favor, Koltira threw up his hands, dark energy pouring from his fingertips. This was no offensive spell though, for quickly the dark energy coalesced into a gateway, a Deathgate, and Koltira stepped through before another shot could send him flying. Stepping into Acherus, it was plain the battle had gone wrong, Koltira covered in dust, debris, and no small amount of blood. He had barely gotten both his feet on the stone floor of the Necropolis before finding himself face to face with none other than Darion Mograine, Highlord of the Ebon Blade. "Highlord." Koltira addressed the other, straightening himself as much as he was able after what he had been through. "My apologies, but the front has been broken. A Legion ship appeared overhead and began to bombard our forces, forcing a retreat." Koltira paused, wiping some of the viscous blood from his face, oozing down from a wound on his scalp. "What are your orders, Highlord?" That was all that mattered. The fight, the mission. They would do what the living could not.

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[deathchained]

With the death of the Lich King... all I have left is my duty. There is no family, there are no friends... there is only this.

War.

Independent Koltira Deathweaver Written by Wulf Carrd

Promo credit to @shcndralar/@lichrisen

[deathchained]

// Setting Up

Welcome to my currently empty blog, an independent portrayal of Koltira Deathweaver. I'm still currently setting things up, so bare with me, but I will be following people as I'm doing so. I look forward to getting things going!