Faylian awoke and found herself on the ground of the ruined New Avalon church, her head resting peacefully in Myrandriel’s lap, who was looked down at her with concern and… affection? Andreyn was harder to read but he seemed to Faylian to be less stern and just a little less gruff than usual.
Faylian felt weak after her long sleep and remained where she was. She could feel Myrandriel brushing her hair from her face and for a brief moment Faylian felt as if she were safe and loved… as a child would with her parents.
She listened as they told her of recent events. Of the fall of the Scarlet Onslaught and how Dominika had risen to take control of the final remnants of the Scarlet Crusade. Andreyn and Myrandriel’s own separate attempt to restore a TRUE Scarlet Crusade free of all corruption from the Burning Legion.
They came to her because they needed her. Or more accurately they needed General Abbendis. She was to raise Abbendis from the dead and then serve as a liaison between the new Scarlet Crusade and the Ebon Blade.
She would serve two Highlords it would seem: the Father and the Son. Alexandros and Darion Mograine: one a spirit residing in the Paladin before her, and the other a Death Knight and head of Faylian’s order.
In the form of the Lich King death had become the enemy. But now it would seem death would also become a second chance to make matters right.
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