Orlando Alleandruin

A late night flurry began to lay a fresh blanket of new snow along the tournament grounds as most of the camp still lay still.  As a heavy gust of wind blew spats of it through the canvas flap to their tent, the knight stirred in his sleep, waking slowly to focus lichborne eyes in the darkness of the night.  Carefully untwining himself from his still-slumbering partner, Orli slipped out from under the layer of thick furs to pad silently across the rug-lined floor. Aided by the dim blue light of the arcane heater that stood guard in the corner of the enclosure, he reached for the ties to the door to secure them once more, looking over his shoulder to ensure that his companion did not wake.  He stood for a moment, fondly looking over...

Fear.

Cold.

Darkness.

His eyes opened with a start, a gasping inhale that caught hard against the stiff leather strap which held his chest bound.  In the dim, near blackness of a damp, stone-walled room, there were no sounds.  Or nearly none….

The soft padding of silk-slippered feet echoed from one side to the other.  Bright blue eyes welted shut again, warding against the unknown that didn’t want to be seen.  

Acknowledged. 

Felt.

Believed.

Slowly the sensation began to return to his upper limbs, a tingling pain that started in cramped fingers and rose to trapped shoulders.  His wrists were bound, strapped in place against the cold steel surgical table.  Paralysis held what physical restraints did not.  Had his back...

This is a bit of backstory on Orlando that took place shortly before his previous marriage to Levyn Ari.  Prior to this point in his undeath, Orli had never managed to appropriately manage his affliction in regards to the blood lust that all death knights must succumb to.  Since it was rumored but never proven that he had murdered previous partners in a state of black out rage induced by the dark bidding, it was decided that he would be forced to come to terms with it through the aid of his brother and close friend.  The following is a recounting of his ordeal. 

The knight sat curled against the wall, his head leaned back against the worn wood, knees curled to his chest as his hands hung idly over them.  Turning his gaze towards...