Prognosis strode confidently into the inn, turning and taking the ramp to the upper levels. There, in the middle of the room, lay Sangrias Stillblade’s limp body. There was no life left in him, and his skin was already pale and cold.

‘The Magister seems quite confident that this vial will resurrect Stillblade, but how can such magics exist and not be corrupt and vile? Are we not twisting the powers of the light by our inability to wield them naturally and thus bending them to our will?’

Prognosis kneels down, setting the vessel on Stillblade’s chest and whispering for guidance. Taking a deep breath, Prognosis opens the vial and closes her eyes. A flash of light radiates from the vessel with a force so strong that it almost knocks Prognosis over, and with a warmth so comforting that any thoughts of the magic within being corrupt are immediately banished from thought.

‘By all that is holy, how can the power of the light be so strong when the magisters that this magic was pulled from are so weak and lifeless?’

Only a few seconds passed, but to Prognosis it felt like years. So many unanswered questions now consumed her thoughts, and yet a confidence previously unknown filled every fiber of her being.

“I must speak to Bloodvalor about my duties. Death is not an experience I want to relive, and I am certain it is not an experience that could grow more pleasant with time,” grumbles Stillblade, the color having returned to his skin. “I will admit, I thought I had you at first. You are the first to beat me, Prognosis, I will be quite interested in hearing of your progress within the ranks of the Order.”

Not waiting for a reply, Stillblade walks down the ramp and out of the inn and leaves Prognosis kneeling on the floor, her head still reeling.

‘To what end will this path take me? I know very few of our people have been able to wield the powers of the light proficiently… a fact that is evident by the dwindling numbers of the Blood Knight Order. Never before have I felt such power, such pure and righteous power, as was unleashed mere moments ago. Could this be our race’s path to redeeming ourselves for the many years we were misled under Kael’thas Sunstrider’s rule?’

Prognosis slowly rises to her feet. An unfamiliar power flows within, a power that not only conveys warmth and confidence but also a sense of protection and retribution.

‘I have made the right choice. Whether this path leads me to destruction or salvation is yet to be seen, but there can be no denying the true, pure power the light conveys upon those who walk the path of the holy.’

Prognosis emerges from the inn and turns toward the Blood KNight Headquarters. No longer driven by a strange paranoia, or a fear of being attacked at random, she strides toward Farstrider’s Square calmly and confidently.

‘Bloodvalor, you have some explaining to do.’

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DISCLAIMER: The events in this story are based upon actual elements of the World of Warcraft game, although I am taking liberties wherever I decide to make the events fit the story I am crafting.

Table of Contents:
• Installment One – (RP) Blood Knight
• Installment Two – (RP) Blood Knight: Acceptance
• Installment Three – (RP) Blood Knight: Redemption

‘Knight-Lord Bloodvalor certainly has some explanation, yet I cannot fathom why I would be perceived as enough of a threat to have me eliminated. What good can come of destroying those whose aspirations are to strengthen the order.’

As the dragonhawk lands outside Silvermoon, Prognosis inhales deeply.

‘May the Light grant me strength.’

Prognosis calmly walks through the gates to the city, striding purposefully and proudly toward the back of the city. Uncertain as to whether another attack may be forthcoming, she cautiously makes her way back to Blood Knight Headquarters.

Knight-Lord Bloodvalor watches Prognosis enter, his face an emotionless mask. Before Prognosis has a chance to speak he holds up his hand briefly, and begins his explanation:

“Do not think me unduly harsh, Prognosis. Stillblade knew well what he was being sent to do. He understood and accepted his duty, and is an example for all aspiring Blood Knights.”

“Make no mistake, my words are no eulogy. Stillblade’s service to us is far from over, and you will be the instrument of his resurrection.”

“Your education in the order’s ways has just begun. With the betrayal of Kael’thas and the loss of our power source, you must learn new methods of wielding the Light. Seek out Magister Astalor Bloodsworn.”

As he finishes the last statement, Knight-Lord Bloodvalor turns to a young newcomer interested in joining the order. Prognosis turns, her mind flooded with curiosity at the mention of learning how to resurrect the fallen.

‘So this was nothing more than a test, albeit a potentially fatal one. Would I have been resurrected had I failed?’

Prognosis turns and moves up the ramp, seeking out Magister Bloodsworn.

‘I must remember that, at least until I am accepted completely into the order, there is no safety even among the ranks of the Blood Knights.’

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DISCLAIMER: The events in this story are based upon actual elements of the World of Warcraft game, although I am taking liberties wherever I decide to make the events fit the story I am crafting.

Table of Contents:
• Installment One – (RP) Blood Knight
• Installment Two – (RP) Blood Knight: Acceptance
• Installment Three – (RP) Blood Knight: Redemption

Darkness envelops Prognosis as she moves into the cave, causing an almost electrical sensation to course through her body. Undaunted, however, she continues steadily onward in search of the brazier Knight-Lord Bloodvalor described, eager to undertake The First Trial and prove her capabilities, subsequently becoming inducted to the order.

Breathing deeply, Prognosis peers into the darkness. The faint outline of a steel ring is discernible just ahead. She moves closer and kneels before the brazier, calling upon the energies of the light to create a small flame. As the fire grows Prognosis peers closer, focusing on the flame as Knight-Lord Bloodvalor instructed.

‘Something feels wrong,’ Prognosis thinks as she peers into the flames.

The slight glint from a blade warns her of danger a mere second before the blade is thrust straight forward, nicking Prognosis’ throat as she rolls out of the way and leaps to her feet.

“Perhaps you aren’t as worthless as it appeared you were about to be,” states her attacker as he lunges forward again, the blade of his polearm aimed straight at Prognosis’ exposed neck.

Her sword suddenly in hand, Prognosis manages to parry the attack, twisting her wrist at the last moment and turning in closer to her opponent. Her words barely audible, Prognosis channels her meager control of the light in an effort to weaken her obviously surprised attacker and inflict enough damage to pause his attacks.

Laughing, her opponent reveals his identity as a member of the Order when he starts to call upon the powers of the light to heal his wounds. Realizing this may be her only opening, Prognosis thrusts her sword forward, the blade sinking deeply into her opponent’s exposed side.

Staring at her in disbelief the Blood Knight drops his weapon, and then sinks to the ground.

“I take no pride in killing a fellow paladin. May the Light watch over you in death.”

Gathering her belongings, Prognosis turns back to the entrance of the cave. As she reaches the entrance she glances back at the lifeless body of her opponent, and an onslaught of thoughts rush through her head.

‘One thing is certain, the journey back to Silvermoon should give me time to reflect on the events of this day. It is quite obvious this task was designed to be my end.’

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DISCLAIMER: The events in this story are based upon actual elements of the World of Warcraft game, although I am taking liberties wherever I decide to make the events fit the story I am crafting.

Table of Contents:
• Installment One – (RP) Blood Knight
• Installment Two – (RP) Blood Knight: Acceptance
• Installment Three – (RP) Blood Knight: Redemption