deadelfwalking: you don't know me like that (GET BACK MOTHERFUCKER)
Koltira Deathweaver ([personal profile] deadelfwalking) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2012-10-08 04:47 pm

it's a dead man's party; who could ask for more?

Date & Time: 10/9, however many days beyond
Location: Around the city
Characters: Koltira Deathweaver, yOU?
Summary: this stupid fuck is back from the dead. you should probably punch him in the goddamn face.
Warnings: this intro prose is hideously purple pls forgive



He knew of the rumors, had heard the theories whispered throughout the halls of the Undercity, the muttering among the troops he once commanded at Andorhal. According to some, true death for the undead was a release, and perhaps this was the case for the petty troops of the Scourge: the ghouls, the geists, all those creatures who were merely shells for otherwise untainted souls. But for the higher orders of the undead, the reality was much more dire. Koltira's will was his own, but his soul was irrevocably stained, fractured by the Lich King and the unforgivable acts Koltira had committed while enslaved to that overarching dominance. He was damned in this life and the next, as he discovered soon after the last of his energy ebbed out of his broken, mangled body.

For a few brief, shining moments, he felt restored. Whole. Koltira had observed his corpse, now truly still, unattended on the forest floor, and felt nothing but serenity. But then he was thrust into another world, blinded and lost, beset on all sides by slavering, growling things that stared at him hungrily as they gathered for their feast.

Koltira had no defenses. He could not move, nor cry out; he was nothing but vulnerable spirit stuff here, tender and primed for the shredding. And the shredding had come. An eternity seemed to pass, and each inching, crawling second of it was stretched out beyond rational possibility. The creatures of this otherworld had fed on him, ceaselessly, mercilessly, until he was sure that there was no more of him left to take. But somehow their claws always found something to slice. His consciousness was reduced to the basest emotions: despair; terror; agony. He was nothing else, and he deserved nothing else.

Then, inexplicably, Koltira had woken up. He was back on the island, back in his monstrous body, Byfrost lying next to him. The Initiative had resurrected him, and for once he was relieved to feel the old, familiar pain coursing through his limbs. It was nothing compared to what he had just endured.

Koltira's armor was not there in the infirmary, but someone had laid out a suit and a pair of gloves, presumably taken from his sparse room in the apartments. He had climbed out of the bed, dressed himself, taken up Byfrost, and walked out. There was work to be done.

The memory of the past few days lingered, nevertheless, haunting him as he moved about the city, coming and going in brief, dark flashes. He supposed it would for some time.

[ooc: tags can be either action or prose; whatever is easiest! You may find him on the street, in the bars, or lurking in the apartment buildings over the next several days.]
moralperil: (;;;;;;;;;;)

[personal profile] moralperil 2012-10-12 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm learning to use the thing to make shields. [It can also be used to shoot, but Mahdi's not comfortable with it, so he hasn't been training with it much.] It's actually pretty cool, though I hate concentrating in order to make it work.

[Mahdi is, perhaps unsurprisingly, not the studious type. At all.] It gets me out of the house, so I'm glad for that. But um, what's been going on with you? You were really upset when that guy turned up, and you and Ashraf were all like 'OMG don't talk to him'!
healplz: stay with the fucking party you pecoriding asshat (miffed | agi up is not leave to run off)

[personal profile] healplz 2012-10-12 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That... sounds like a long and painful story, but now isn't the time to ask after it. He leans forward, a hand falling to one of Koltira's clutching ones. ]

Do you think he would simply disregard us if you abandoned us, then? I may not know the man, but it seems to me that his type takes violence and cruelty where ever he can find it, regardless of connections.
hornedomen: (regret)

[personal profile] hornedomen 2012-10-13 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
He felt as if he was touching ice. This was not a dream. His tears may fall on him as Ico wrapped his arms around Koltira’s head and neck.

“Please, don’t ever do that again,” Ico pleaded.

As long as Koltira did not resist, Ico pressed his face against the top of his head and he wept.
latkje: (quick pretend you are interested)

[personal profile] latkje 2012-10-13 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Hmmm. Wasn't Koltira dead? Or was that just a rumor. It's probably impolite to ask— not that that would stop Nash, really, except dead or alive, in this case, seemed to be a matter of technicality.]

Ah! Hello. I confess, I was only cooking for one, but I can put more on if you'd like to join me.
firstroar: (ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ)

[personal profile] firstroar 2012-10-13 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Blue felt a pulse of anger under his skin. For his sake? The light of those memories snuffed out for his sake? More death...for his sake. In the light of the brewing disaster on Naska, it seemed all that was done for his sake was suffer. It was not a comforting addition, Koltira's words.

He stepped forward, and in doing so, felt more and more the memories and motivations behind Koltira's words. Blue willed himself through them to stand before him, look up with this face set.

"Then your strategy must change. His presence here warrants it."
shamanism: (KNEES★ when you're on the street)

[personal profile] shamanism 2012-10-13 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
And you as well. [Thrall doesn't start in on the lecture just yet. Watching Koltira drink, he hesitates, then takes a more leisurely gulp of his own. He'll never really get used to the ale here. It tastes funny. Not that he drinks a lot anyway, but...

He lets out a deep, slow breath that's more like a sigh.]


Did you provoke him?
firstroar: (ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇʀ)

[personal profile] firstroar 2012-10-13 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"It appears to be something far from your control alone," Blue said softly. Unkind words, but not said unkindly. He leaned and tilted his head to catch the elf's straying gaze; in not getting it as soon as he wished, he reached and set a hand on his forearm.

"There are powerful people here. And...even without knowing or understanding this threat, they'll be as invested in stopping it as anybody. If you tell them. If you call for and accept this help."

It will do better than to have you vanish again. But that thought stayed with Blue. As did any further implication of letting he himself help; Koltira would hardly be eager for that.
stonefaith: (exasperated | IM SO DONE WITH UR SHIT)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-10-14 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ setting the bottle down was a bad idea. he picks it back up, and takes THE LONGEST DRINK before he answers. ]

Fine.

[ and you? what happened? why haven't I heard from you until now? where were you? all questions that were just begging to be asked... yet bariyan kept silent on those.

he stared at koltira as if he did not like what he saw.
]

So what did you accomplish?
stonefaith: (unimpressed | r u done yet)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-10-14 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
For how much longer? At-- [ what cost, he meant to say, before cutting himself off. ] Never mind.

[ He said nothing more for a while, but he kept his stare fixed. ]

And now what will you do.
latkje: (and that's how i became the fresh prince)

[personal profile] latkje 2012-10-15 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Nash's expression doesn't change, but he files that information away for later. Hey, you never know what will be useful.]

There's a bottle of wine— not the kind I like, but would you believe it's impossible to find the Kanakan stuff here?

[He shakes his head.]

The boxes that keep food cold are really something, though.
stonefaith: (angry | suck it up)

[personal profile] stonefaith 2012-10-15 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Of course you will. I've no doubt of that.

[ He was bitter, perhaps unjustly so, and it came through in his voice. In better times he might have been more considerate. He might have understood. He might have, at the very least, been worried. But these days his worry tended to twist into anger and he had given up on undoing that damage.

He leans back, still looking down at the other man.
]

Are you proud of yourself? For what you've done?

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