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A commission of my Warcraft Death Knight, Elizibeth Jenkins-Lewis, esrtwhile of the Tirisfal 12th Infantry Brigade.

An odd duck among the Ebon Blade, Elizibeth Jenkins-Lewis of Hearthglen was an unassuming soldier in the Lordaeronian army. When word of the return of Arthas from Northrend reached her, she was jubilant, and was among the many showering the returned prince with rose petals. When her prince turned on his father, she was stunned. When his armies sacked Lordaeron, she was dumbfounded. When one of the tainted blades speared her through the back, she was still in shock over her king's death. She didn't even notice her own.

And then she stood up in Acherus, newly garbed as one of the Lich King's finest. Displaying an unusual ferocity and carelessness, her new equipment, bar her runeforged greatsword, was quickly reduced to tatters and shreds as she dared the Scarlet Crusaders to strike her first, then laughed darkly at those foolish enough to accept her challenge, only to see their strikes dance off her skin, even if they split her armor. She then slaughtered them, her blade absorbing their blood, and channeling it into her, leaving shriveled husks in her wake.

When the Ebon Blade was freed from the Lich King's control, Elizibeth's mind mostly returned to her. Old habits, such as they were, stuck around, and her recklessness in battle, combined with her desire to atone for the crimes she'd committed, saw her reduced to just her greatsword within a few days.

No longer feeling the cold, heat, or any inclement weather at all, she allowed her clothing to rot off her body, and never bothered replacing her armor, opting instead to learn absolute mastery over the dark magicks that had brought her back from oblivion in the first place.

Now, Elizibeth sees no need to gird herself in plate, nor mail. Or, indeed, to clothe herself at all. Carrying her runeblade in one hand, or, if she needs both hands, slinging it over her shoulder in a rust-proof scabbard composed wholly of light but resilient metal, dangling loosely on leather straps, she still challenges her opponents to strike first. And even as her enemies strike at her bare skin, they never leave any significant marks, even if they appear to cleave her in twain; the magicks that first returned her from the dead instantly mend her back together.

Art by Nyuunzi

By the way, if anyone recognizes her surname? Don't spoil it for everyone else But do tell them where more details may be found!

Description
A commission of my Warcraft Death Knight, Elizibeth Jenkins-Lewis, esrtwhile of the Tirisfal 12th Infantry Brigade.

An odd duck among the Ebon Blade, Elizibeth Jenkins-Lewis of Hearthglen was an unassuming soldier in the Lordaeronian army. When word of the return of Arthas from Northrend reached her, she was jubilant, and was among the many showering the returned prince with rose petals. When her prince turned on his father, she was stunned. When his armies sacked Lordaeron, she was dumbfounded. When one of the tainted blades speared her through the back, she was still in shock over her king's death. She didn't even notice her own.

And then she stood up in Acherus, newly garbed as one of the Lich King's finest. Displaying an unusual ferocity and carelessness, her new equipment, bar her runeforged greatsword, was quickly reduced to tatters and shreds as she dared the Scarlet Crusaders to strike her first, then laughed darkly at those foolish enough to accept her challenge, only to see their strikes dance off her skin, even if they split her armor. She then slaughtered them, her blade absorbing their blood, and channeling it into her, leaving shriveled husks in her wake.

When the Ebon Blade was freed from the Lich King's control, Elizibeth's mind mostly returned to her. Old habits, such as they were, stuck around, and her recklessness in battle, combined with her desire to atone for the crimes she'd committed, saw her reduced to just her greatsword within a few days.

No longer feeling the cold, heat, or any inclement weather at all, she allowed her clothing to rot off her body, and never bothered replacing her armor, opting instead to learn absolute mastery over the dark magicks that had brought her back from oblivion in the first place.

Now, Elizibeth sees no need to gird herself in plate, nor mail. Or, indeed, to clothe herself at all. Carrying her runeblade in one hand, or, if she needs both hands, slinging it over her shoulder in a rust-proof scabbard composed wholly of light but resilient metal, dangling loosely on leather straps, she still challenges her opponents to strike first. And even as her enemies strike at her bare skin, they never leave any significant marks, even if they appear to cleave her in twain; the magicks that first returned her from the dead instantly mend her back together.

Art by Nyuunzi

By the way, if anyone recognizes her surname? Don't spoil it for everyone else But do tell them where more details may be found!