#zoenthewraith

[lightandshxdow]

zoenthewraith I say try because I have yet to see a trace of your success. Do you have a pirate hat yet?

[theplaguelord]

Illidan Stormrage or Blood-Queen Lana'thel? Assuming neither of them can EVER come back from their respective deaths, no matter when that is.

❅—Ahhhh. This one. That would depend pretty heavily on the elfbat’s state at the time. If he intended to leave the Scourge, for whatever reason, then he would prefer Lana’thel to die. If he ever found Arthas unworthy, Rune wouldn’t abide his use of the Elves to further his ambitions. Fel,  the last time Rune thought that Arthas had failed them as a king, he actually assisted the Ebon Blade in purging Icecrown. HE HELPED EMPTY THE CRIMSON HALL. HE HUNTED DOWN THE OTHER BLOOD PRINCES so that Arthas wouldn’t benefit from their chains, anymore. 

Because Arthas didn’t deserve the Darkfallen. 

It’s not something he advertises, of course. But he would accept Lana’thel’s death and subsequent redemption if he, himself, decided that the Scourge did not serve his elven kin any longer.  

❅—As for Illidan, if all hope for the Hunter seemed genuinely lost, he would prefer to kill Illidan at the last second, before anyone else could. Because he would be slaying a figure of glory, power, and potential that the waking world did not deserve. He would land the killing blow before anyone else could. If he could have, he might have tried to slay Illidan before Malfurion could imprison him for ten thousand years - because only a Highborne could have judged Illidan’s nature with any understanding of what he was truly pursuing. And once again, it would be better that the world be disallowed to benefit from that greatness, than to misunderstand, fear, and execute it.  

❅—Scandalous Notes: He’d choose to save Illidan if he was leaving the Scourge. He’d save Lana’thel if he intended to remain within the Scourge, and he could not assure Illidan’s survival by his own power. If Lana’thel was going to kill Illidan, he would save Illidan and if strong disciplinary action came of it, he would facilitate Illidan’s retaliation, and attempt to usurp Lana’thel as a Blood King, because at that point, he would obviously be unable to influence her. If Illidan was going to kill Lana’thel, he would aid him, betray the Scourge, and secure himself a higher rank within Illidan’s forces than he had in the Scourge. He would take as many Darkfallen with him as he could, and essentially replace Kael’thas’ former position at Illidan’s side. He would seek to slay the dissenters in an effort to ensure that Arthas, a human king, could not claim to rule an Elf. Not even the dead ones.  

[theplaguelord]

zoenthewraith replied to your post:

((Certain death meme: Would he save Zoen or...

((That’s kind of really super adorable. I actually thought you’d say Arthas.))

            //Really? Nooo, business-wise, Rune is more of an appraiser than that. He knows which one is more rare. And he can’t really influence Arthas. He might be able to influence Zoen. Whether the subsequent consequence is he takes the Frozen Throne or she does- either way, he thinks he’d start ahead of the game this time.

    And deep, deep, deep down, Rune despises Arthas more than anyone except maybe King Anasterian could?

[theplaguelord]

Anduin or Euanthe? (They cannot be brought back into undeath, should they die.)

❅—Then he would preserve Anduin, and later slay him and raise him as soon as it was possible. Weighing his options, he would save the one that he could then keep for eternity. He has reservations about having living allies, already. To have their lives threatened like that, Rune would immediately make plans for which of them could most effectively be made Undead.

    Euanthe has expressed an intense sadness concerning undeath. Rune wouldn’t subject her spirit to that degree of betrayal. Even if it meant that he could not have her, he would rather have her honor preserved. After everything she has already suffered, the lengths she has gone through for her people - Rune would not erase her presence in the world by offering her up to become a monster. And whichever of them survived, would have to become undead, to prevent the same situation from repeating itself.

    To allow her a peaceful, certain death is a similar consideration that he would spare for another Highborne. Rune would rather mourn her for eternity, than hand her over to the Scourge. He would rather face her quiet, lifeless eyes than her eyes filled with Arthas’ fire.

                  It’s fine for him, but then, he doesn’t consider himself sacred. 

    Anduin, however, is a useful tool, and a powerful bargaining chip. If Anduin’s mortality became a logistical nightmare all of a sudden, then Rune would rather spare him initially, to later rectify the weakness, personally.

[theplaguelord]

((Certain death meme: Would he save Zoen or Arthas?))

❅—Zoen, if it came down to it.  He’s lost Arthas before, and he survived. It was unpleasant, and he suffered for it, but he managed. The preservation of Arthas is essentially the preservation of the past. His history, his journey, the beginning of the end. But Zoen is progression. She is the future. Will she become an ally? The enemy? Will she inherit Frostmourne? Will she see to the Scourge’s eradication? Join it? His scientific mind would need to see those possibilities tested before the end. If Zoen was suddenly lost, that unexplored potential would eat away at his mind, even before any of the sentimental or psychological attachments took their toll, too.

❅—She encompasses such a dynamic span of roles and relationships, that her absence would be felt harder than Arthas’. Even though Rune is devoted, he’s also critically selfish, and petty. He can’t get Arthas to voice that favoritism he’s ever-seeking, but Zoen communicates a sense of attachment that the elfbat cannot resist. Even though he’s been twisted by undeath, there is an aspect of his psyche that deeply wishes to be essential to someone. To be missed, needed, valuable. Zoen soothes that fear, while to his perceptions, Arthas sidesteps it. Thus making Zoen the more indispensable of the two.

     Moreover, if Arthas abandons him, spurns him, or discards him - there will be no further reason for Rune to seek his favor so emphatically. He’d rather have Arthas destroyed than contend with his own failure in Arthas’ eyes. Zoen, not so much. She’s more eccentric than that, and there are no such extremes that Rune can use to comfort himself into arrogance with regarding her.

 There will always be a Lich King, after all. But Zoen has only happened once in his existence.

[thefuturist-ishere]

zoenthewraith 

She had been playing with a rectangular box of metal and plastic and circuitry - Lord Iron called it a smartphone, although what a phone was she didn’t know, nor how to measure its intelligence - when he had approached with the advice. Her fingers stilled over the glowing surface of the device. Tearing her eyes from it, she looked up at the man and allowed a grimace to twist her face.

“Justice and a shield?” The blocky sounds tumbled out of her mouth with little grace; it was difficult to speak English when her tongue was still so unused to the movements of the language.“Light’s heart, he’s a paladin, isn’t he?”

Not to mention tall, and blonde, and blue-eyed. Great. Amazing. That was so utterly fantastic. Even in this world untouched by Titans or Old Gods or Burning Legions, there were still bloody paladins.

“… He doesn’t happen to have a sword, does he?”

Her progress with the device was noted idly, as while the aging Avenger at times chose to treat the freakishly tall Wraith akin to a distressed wild animal, there was no denying her quick wit and adaptive skills. He could probably teach her how to text within a few minutes, and have her wreak havoc upon the entirety of his contacts list with little to no effort. Considering his own phones were encoded, encrypted and desynced, there were few, even amongst intelligence cores, who could hack into Stark’s systems and find out about his immature games... or just what he was keeping in his penthouse. 

Another fascinating subject, was this foreign zombie’s ability to acclimate to her surroundings, and speak another language simply through the information in the air, or at least, he assumed it was sort of like an upload from the etherspace. 

“More like a soldier around here, he forgot to pick up a sword, so don’t worry, the guy isn’t even fully equipped, he just likes throwing his weight and high horse around.”

The reassurance came unconsciously from the jaded inventor, as the sounds of vague distress hit his ears. I mean, granted, paladins would probably be a little concerning as far as the undead went, all his video game knowledge helping him out here.. 

“Another bit of advice. I’ve got a... friend.. living here too, soft-spoken, sounds like Eeyore; you know, perpetually depressing, and kind of twitchy- don’t mess with him too much, I don’t think I can put you back together quick enough, I’d have to teach JARVIS how to sew.”

[justakldfrombrooklyn]

"You're shorter than I expected."

✪—“Wｈｅｎ ｌ ｗｅｎｔ ｕｎｄｅｒ, ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｗａｓ ａｔ ｗａｒ..                                                I ｗａｋｅ ｕｐ, ｔｈｅｙ ｓａｙ ｗｅ ｗｏｎ.

          ❝Well. Uh, sorry to disappoint. But if that’s the worst way I ever let you down, I’m gonna run with it. They say a lens adds a few pounds. Guess it adds a few feet, too?”

        The Soldier rubbed at the back of his neck idly; the gesture budding with a playful air of apology. Blue sky eyes appraised the speaker with a polite subtlety, but try as he might to overlook it, a sense of dread, of danger and death dragged at his stomach as he did so. The hairs he smoothed along the back of his neck wouldn’t stay down, and he couldn’t banish the surfacing recollections of frigid waters and the ink black of an icy tomb from behind his thoughts. Cold. He was remembering the images of that cold. Real and genuine cold. It poured from her skin so perceptibly he almost expected that dry ice fog effect to strike up any second, now. Who was she, to speak so candidly in spite of the promise of nightmares that even just her presence boasted?     

         ❝I figure you know who I am, by that. Mind if I ask about you?” 

       With a wry scraping along his thoughts was, “Do I want to know?”  Rogers somehow doubted that the knowledge of a name would do much to abate the dark impression that the pallid girl offered. Still, it was his responsibility to inquire, now that he’d made contact. The response her answer warranted would depend on the nature of her words. Until then, he would extend the benefit of the doubt. “Unusual” was not automatically tantamount to “villainous”.

                                                                —Tｈｅｙ ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ ｓａｙ ｗｈａｔ ｗｅ ｌｏｓｔ.”