“Lord Thorval?”
The Man turned, his eyes already rolling at the small, near insignificant voice that pervaded his consciousness. He hadn’t been doing anything very important, so he supposed it wasn’t entirely horrible that someone had interrupted his off-wall staring, but still.
A female goblin, one of the newer recruits, was standing in front of him, a kneeling Night elf behind her, breathing in gasps and looking significantly troubled. He glanced at the goblin more closely, and recognized instantly that she was one of Amal’Thazad’s followers, a frost-wielder. Not of use to him at all.
He nearly turned and ignored her, but the Elf’s eyes shot up for a mere moment, and he immediately recognized the potential of blood within her. He paused.
“I cannot help her through her suffering.” The goblin continued, her voice small, but not weak. “She will require aid only you can give her. The Lich King will not be pleased if one of his finest soldiers is unfit to serve his purposes.” What gall! Still... He stepped closer, peering into the face of the elf, and was surprised to see her flesh was not whole. Beneath the strands of hair, magenta in color, her skin was repairing itself, erratically, trying to reassemble the flesh that had once existed on her face. It looked as if she needed to transfuse more blood in order for the cells to repair themselves quicker. Such, was the way of blood. Such was his way.
“Indeed.” He replied, holding out a hand to her. “I will see to it that the Lich King’s soldier recovers to fight another day.”
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Just a little vision of what I imagine is going on, but It could really honestly be anything. I just wanted to draw them in some original Acherus armor.
Enjoy dear @pebster!
