#vynardien

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Call me for tea.

Master,

I have gone for a time while you find yourself resentful of my presence. I wait for your word alone to return to service. 

-Vynardien

The note sent off while he was at Light's Hope, he would only return once a month to check to see if Senes had replied. For now however, he belonged with the other undead things.

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Watching.

More fire; he should have expected it. His master/friend barely recognized him now, and seemed to only remember what had happened in the past. When he was close now, it only brought the man pain. 

But now... he was safe. The woman would not leave his side, and keep him safer and happier than a death knight could hope to do on his own. 

The Plaguelands was a good place for a death knight to remain, and he could be useful to someone there, or just remain alone. 

Turning his plated feet back down the road, he walked back to the diseased lands that he would wait in, until he was needed or wanted once more. 

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What if Senes told Vynardien that he'd try to bring him back to life?

Vynardien would ask Senes if he is flawed as he is, now. Then point out that he is now stronger and better suited to protect Senes than he was before. That while he was alive, he was weaker and less focused on his task of protecting the heir of Blackfire. 

In his eyes, dying was what he deserved for being too weak to better protect his best friend. 

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The night had come, and the house was silent. The only light in the room came from the glow of his own eyes. This gave him excellent sight (as it always had) in the dark but it really came to no use when he was alone.

Closing his eyes, he could almost imagine himself still being in the frozen tunnel, standing silently as it's sentry for foes that never truly came. He had stood for days, weeks before in one spot because of an order to remain where he stood. In the dark silence, he could hear whispers of the past, feel the necromancer attempt to seduce him into allowing passage to his mind. However, that was the one thing he knew would only ever be touched by the lich king, who's power was reduced but not removed. Some day he would come to serve him again, hopefully. At least, it was a hope he carried while he waited in those tunnels, In the dark, with silence as his company. 

At least he knew Senes was just on the other side of the door, that there were a trusted few that lived vibrantly around him. 

His eyes twitch, catching a movement as a mouse scuttles it's way across the floor. Slowly his eyes turn back to the doorway that led to the outside. 

He remembered so little, but enough to know that in life he was dedicated to protecting Senes. 

So would his undeath, then. Even if he had to remain in the dark alone.

Not that he blamed Senes for it, such was the lot he had, preventing others from having nightmares or unpleasant experiences.

No, there was only one to blame... and that one would have a prolonged death, indeed.