Month: January 2015

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39.

Ro’liath turned to the fellow knight, holding his coin pounch in a taloned gauntlet and seemingly studying it’s contents. Except there were none. He looked at Tevruden, offering a sheepish grin, “Got any uh, spare change?” He asked before turning his gaze back to the vendor whom was by now, tapping their foot.

“Yes, but I am sure that a mortal would be injured if they ate this much. This is the third time today." Tevruden takes the cookie offered to him and slowly chews on it for a while as they walk. While undeath had dulled his sense of taste somewhat, what remained gave him something to focus on while he thought.

"I admit there is a certain perverse pleasure in the idea that eating, of all things, is just another thing we can do better  than the living. Come on, I know a place off to the left here, they had really good food before I died.”

He grins. “My treat; I bet we could scare them with the amount of food we order.” 

"Perverse, well, if we’re talking about eating in that sense…” Ro’liath pauses, “You know what, never mind.” He snorts back a laugh before looking up at the other knight. Tevruden was the only elf in Azeroth who could be taller than him and it was a little unsettling.

Ro’liath hugged the sack of cookies to his chest, shoveling them into his mouth like a starving thief would. At the prospect of even more food though, the knight’s ears perk up noticeably, “You’re buying me cookies and dinner? I can get used to you spoilin’ me, I’ll eat you into debt you know. I don’t talk this hobby lightly.”

Tevruden raises an eyebrow “Not exactly what I had in mind, and with that bag of cookies you’d get crumbs everywhere.”

“You would probably burst before that happened. Since we were freed, the living, especially the Pandaren, keep thinking I need payment whenever I go out and kill things for them. I suppose it helps them sleep at night to think I’m doing it for the money.” The death knight shrugs.  "There hasn’t exactly been a lot to spend it.“

"I think you just need a hobby that isn’t decapitating things.” Ro’liath says between bites, raising a hand and flicking out his forefinger, “Eating is one of my favorites.” He flicks out another, “Then there’s tinkering, blacksmithing, and takin’ care of Skullcrusher. That’s what all my money goes to.”

Ro’liath shrugs his shoulders and swallows his mouthful, “I think what separates us knights from the rest of Azeroth is we forget our mortality. What used to make us alive. Fel, I love bein’ undead, but relearning all those old emotions and finding things I love has made me happier.” He mutters.

He brings his pinky up to dig into his ear and snickers, “Who knows, that part of your brain may have deteriorated already.”

“I don’t know, my schedule is kept pretty busy with all Iron Horde orcs  that need decapitation. I’ll see if my secretary can pencil something in.” The smirk Tevruden currently had was normally a reminder to people that they had something very important to do very far away from him. “Speaking of eating, give me another cookie.”

“I remember what it was like to be alive, but there is something to be said about all the things we can do that the living can not, and I am not just talking about being tireless murder machines. One of these days we will have to go to Orgrimmar and jump off the zeppelins. They are not as high as Ogrim’s Hammer or Dalaran but you can still make a good crack in the ground when you land.”

Tevruden simply reaches over and flicks Ro’liath’s ear.

Hehehe, big spoon…. more like a ladle.

I figured it’d just end up with a fight. Which is pretty much the same thing.

Yeah but he’s only a giant bara elf because he’s a death knight.

Not-undead Tev was actually normally sized.

Yeah, he was kinda one of the more ambitious works of the necromancer who raised him.

I guess you just can’t let it die?