[There's a thoughtful pause, debating. Should she? He reminds her more and more of a priest.]
As I said, it is not a happy story. I am a Draenei. A member of an exiled race, though the exile occurred far before I was ever born. I was a warrior. I admit I was not the most devout of my race, but I fought for and defended the weak and those that needed defending from things much stronger and more terrible than they.
On a world that was my adopted homeworld, I fell to the nearly endless undead Scourge. From there, I was changed. Revived. Brought back as one of them to be used against those I sought to defend as a weapon against the very Light I stood for when I fell.
[The glowing eyes probably make it difficult to tell to say the least, but she cuts eye contact for a brief moment. She remembers it. All of it. And how everything they did to her mind made her justify it. She doesn't mention this so much as leave it implied (and it should be noted that a seven foot tall, near demon-like woman isn't good at being subtle)]
It was luck and betrayal that freed my mind from the Lich King's grasp, and now my path is one of redemption. For the pride of my initial fall, and for the.. ..atrocities I committed in his name.
I am called Adorazuran. [A polite, if respectful, bow. Her momma did raise her right, after all, even if she's a semi-undead killing machine now.]
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Would it help you to --speak of your transition, sister?
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As I said, it is not a happy story. I am a Draenei. A member of an exiled race, though the exile occurred far before I was ever born. I was a warrior. I admit I was not the most devout of my race, but I fought for and defended the weak and those that needed defending from things much stronger and more terrible than they.
On a world that was my adopted homeworld, I fell to the nearly endless undead Scourge. From there, I was changed. Revived. Brought back as one of them to be used against those I sought to defend as a weapon against the very Light I stood for when I fell.
[The glowing eyes probably make it difficult to tell to say the least, but she cuts eye contact for a brief moment. She remembers it. All of it. And how everything they did to her mind made her justify it. She doesn't mention this so much as leave it implied (and it should be noted that a seven foot tall, near demon-like woman isn't good at being subtle)]
It was luck and betrayal that freed my mind from the Lich King's grasp, and now my path is one of redemption. For the pride of my initial fall, and for the.. ..atrocities I committed in his name.
I am called Adorazuran. [A polite, if respectful, bow. Her momma did raise her right, after all, even if she's a semi-undead killing machine now.]