The Search Of Blood Adept Sharkhan.

The silent howling of the gentle, yet cold and lifeless wind, could be heard through the home of the betrayed Death Knights.
Only recently Sharkhan and Tarja recieved word that the Highlord wished their presence.

Lately, after the war against the Lich King's forces was won, the Ebon Hold seemed more deserted then ever before, in the eyes of the two Draenei Death Knights.
Always neat partners in battle, they learned to accept each other as compagnions. Both diciples of blood, however the male and female Draenei had their own interests. Tarja became interested in the hardness and coldness of the ice, after she recieved her title as a Blood Deciple. While Sharkhan sought the power of necromancy and undeath and other properties of the ways of the unholy.
It was not only their interests wich was quite the same, yet so very different. It was their ways of becoming what they are now, wich also differed. And its results along with it. How and why, Sharkhan himself was still unsure of, but these questions in Tarja's case could be answered. For she still remembers how she died and for how long she died before she was raised again. Sharkhan on the other hand, was totally blank on who, what and how he was, before becoming a Death Knight. Therefor, he believed to be born like this.

Once they went down to appear before the eyes of Highlord Mograine, they were given orders to leave the Hold. For they were needed to experience the open world and practice their trainings, as well as becoming aware of the world they lived in.
Sharkhan, as coldblooded as usual, did not agreed to this. But as he was about to give any word of objection, he reminded himself that he was facing the Highlord. With a grumble and a grunt he forced himself to give in, fearing the Highlord's wrath. Tarja didn't seem to bother much about it and simply listened and did as she was told.
They were about to meet the king of Stormwind, to pass a letter of submission to the Alliance. Mograine ordered Sharkhan directly, not to harm any of the living at all. For they are not the enemy anymore. Sharkhan himself, still figured that hard to believe, but felt no other choice but to subdue to The Highlord's pressing order.

After the two Death Knight compagnions left the hold to integrate into the Alliance, Sharkhan decided to scout Stormwind. He wished to know all of the city's places, to orientate on the place he was forced to call home. Next to that he sought for his fellow Death Knight brethren, resulting in displeasure for hardly finding any of the remaining Ebon Blade members, who as well were sent to strengthen the weak living. It frustrated him and also started to make him worry of his own future, if he was to stay with the living.
In the meantime Tarja decided to find her own way of getting used to the living.
After noticing Stormwind not seeming to have a place for him, wich suited his personality so it could make him feel at home, he decided to seek around the outskirts of where the great city stood. Soon enough he ran into the cemetry of Raven Hill, in a place the mortals called Duskwood.
A perfect place wich is so much like my homeland. Was what he thought when walking around the parameters. Observing the undead spirits lurking around, he gained a broad and meniacally pleased grin. An extremely seldom feature, the Draenei's face expressed. For the only moments such an expression would appear on him, are those where he feels fully whole, when he feels fully safe and at his best.
He claimed the biggest building in the middle of the once life flowing town of Raven Hill. The building seemed a lot bigger as he had anticipated. This allowed an idea to struck him. To make this place a home for all the Alliance sent Death Knights, where his brothers and sisters could be alone with only their brothers and sisters. To escape the ever threatening and uneasy feeling lands of the living. Where they can still enjoy a place of their own, besides the great floating Ebon Blade Hold, Archerus.

Since that moment, his goal for now was clear. To find his brothers and sisters of the Ebon Blade, sent into the depth amongst forces and creatures, wich used to be their enemies. And to create a safe shelter for them amongst the living...

A very interesting read . I really enjoyed reading this, well done ^^

Thank you ^^