Grim Views

The Enchantment was complete. Where once there was translucent and oil like flesh, there was pinkness and life. The undead night elf's plans had gone through so far without a hitch, and though it pained him to move about the masses of the alliance as a lowly human, his people would not accept one such as him, a warlock and highborne. Nevermind the appearance of the others suddenly... No.

Malkaris flexed his fingers slightly and peered about himself with the dulled senses he's come to expect from such an under evolved race.
   
    "Khavash... Help me undo these eyes... I will not need them. There are far stranger things in this world than a human with glowing blow orbs where their eyes should be, besides. Such is the price the lesser pay for weaving flawed magics I hear..."

The other Kaldorei, a rogue now, but once upon a time a follower of Aszhara merely smiled, a black ink looking substance dribbling from his mouth as he nodded. A small shudder over came Khavash as he lowered his hand into the abdominal cavity of the human they had used as a sacrifice before, his hand sinking beneath the black blood and rising once more, a puddle in his palm.  Malkaris smiled slightly...more so out of pity, but also a hint of...resentment, that such a thing could corrupt his people into believing that they needed these creatures when their birthright was right in front of their faces, the might of their wayward progeny an example of the first step... and so much more could be accomplished if they returned to the old ways...

Still. His musings were interrupted by the abrupt sliding of Khavash's hand along Malkaris's eyes. Then just as abruptly, a splash of water from one of the moon wells removed the tainted blood. Small cracks formed on his eyes as blue light began to seep out from his broken flesh and his eyes returned to their natural state.

The ritual was complete. Malkaris, the cursed highborne now stood as a human man... hood upon his head and elune stone in hand, Khavash retreats into the shadows as Malkaris walks for the first time in many years within the residence of his people.


((anyone willing to do so, can join in whenever, this is basically open.))