So, without the whole long story of why the Maiden of the Mirthless Smile clashed with the Dawn Caste PC that is the reincarnation of Merela, the Dawn Caste cut her down good. This was the post describing her death, and the battle being waged around them as it happened.
The Red Star:
33 | 03/08/2011 12:05 am
:::"IMPOSSIBLE!" she spurts out, as blood flies from her mouth, before, during, and after her exclamation. Defiant to the last, she's determined to take one more life with her, and knowing that she hasn't the strength left to take down Amaranth, she hurls her Daiklave across the battlefield, toward the humans who have drawn away from the fight. It impales Suvi Dumare through the chest, and pins him to a tree, which withers from the impact of Oblivion-tainted Essence. She looks up at Amaranth and smiles triumphantly. "It is," she coughs up blood while using all of her fleeting strength to even stay up on her knees, "written," she sputters out more blood, as the creases from Amaranth's attacks manifest themselves through the Deathknight's ruined armour, where blood wells up, "in the stars of the Underworld," she coughts some more blood, "that the living will," her left arm falls off above the elbow, and blood sprays in all directions, "never triumpth over the dead." Her right arm falls off, and then she collapses onto her back, whereupon a pool of blood spreads out from beneath her back, as her body bursts open, her intestines fly out with a trail of blood and bile, and the final words to exit her mouth are not hers, but something far more sinister, "Thank Raining Tears for giving us the Loom of Fate. Creation is Ours." Her eyes don't shut. Instead, they fade into orbs as pitch black as the Caste Mark that fades from her forehead.
Meanwhile, the battle around them continues in earnest. The Seventh Legion and the forces of Chela appear to have an upper hand, if only because less than one half of the Mask of Winters' forces are committed to the battle. The black and red-clad Deathknight shouts to his troops to stay out of the fight and leads them into the Underworld, as evidenced by how they disappear in the same manner as the Juggernaut, although by means of travelling north, rather than east, toward Amaranth's forces. Those dead who do remain to fight are outnumbered, but they are not without prowess and spirit. Were they her own forces, Amaranth would be pleased with their dedication:::