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xxxxx[ACTION]

Kalenedral did not sleep. He could, certainly. But he would not. Not ever.

And so, as he jerked awake on Genessia, he felt a moment of pure, unadulterated panic that he had been asleep. For a split second, every cell in his corpse thrummed with power very like an adrenal response. In that moment, his scarred psyche was absolutely certain that a superior officer was looming in the room, disapproving, ready to feed him to the tables where they crafted abominations out of those who had failed the Scourge in any way minor or major.

Breathing was a subconscious action, just like his heart beating, and both of these things caught and paused for a moment---

But this was not Acherus. This was not Naxxramas. This was not Icecrown Citadel, and there were no other Scourge monsters in the vast cavern but... himself.

In total, the disorientation lasted for all of a few seconds. Un-life in the Scourge armies had etched into each and every Death Knight that to flinch, to limp, to show any weakness at all was to give up existence itself. And so, even though he had been free of the Scourge for years, Kalenedral would do none of those things.

He was better than that.

The Knight scooped the box off his breastplate and then climbed to his metal-shod feet, his boots sinking briefly into the cold water that surrounded the strange cot he'd woken up in. A flash of frost magic gave him a thick, icy platform to step up onto, and he did. The less restricted his movements, the better.

Kalenedral walked for the shore, ice growing in front of his feet and melting away behind him. Only once he was on solid ground did he summon Limbface to his side with a reflexive gesture and a flare of the unholy runes etched into his bones. The ghoul clawed his way up from the ground, straight out of the shadow realm, and stood swaying and blinking beside the Knight for a moment.

"It seems," the Knight mused aloud to his gruesome servant, even as he turned in place to survey the surroundings properly, "we have a situation."

A situation, indeed...

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xxxxx[VIDEO]

[It's not Kalenedral at all who is peering intently into the camera, but Limbface. The rotting ghoul is disconcertingly close to the phone, so that his decayed face takes up the entire field of vision.]

Shiny. E like!

xxxxx[A voice from off-camera sighs, then speaks up. The voice is deep, and quiet, and it has a strange... hollow, echoing quality overlaying it.]

xxxxxI believe it may be broadcasting.

[The ghoul blinks his dead eyes at whoever it is -- somewhere behind the device -- and then peers intently at the phone camera again. Okay, but... and this is a very grave matter indeed...]

...Still shiny.

[Despite the unusual circumstances of this kidnapping, Cad Bane was going to take this as an opportunity. The welcoming holo had been helpful but it never hurt to have extra information and so he tries the communication device to see what opportunities and information may be out there. To some he may look very alien with his red eyes and blue skin and there is some unidentifiable accent in his gravelly voice. He's wearing a wide-brimmed hat and an outfit befitting a Wild West gunslinger. Attached to his face are two strange tubes and his arms have strange tech-gadget contraptions like gauntlets. He's glad that all of this equipment appears not to have been tampered with upon his arrival. Even his twin blasters are still in their holsters. He appears now on the screen.]

Let me introduce myself. The name's Cad Bane and my reputation may precede me. While I got the welcoming committee, the information is basic and experience counts so any further information you can provide would be appreciated.

I'm also looking for work. If you've got something - or someone - missing you want found; something located in a hard place to get out of; or need any criminals rounded up, contact me and we can come to an arrangement. I don't work cheap but I'm the best you can get.

[With a tip of his hat, he closes the feed and waits for responses.]

[This afternoon, anyone watching the network will be treated to the view of a rather...unamused looking young woman. Eve looks like something out of a science-fiction movie, what with the core on her forehead, futuristic outfit, and odd drone-like things floating behind her. This place was clearly not where she wanted to be.]

I do not appreciate being captured and brought to another world.

[At least she took the time to learn what she could in the bay area. She's even restrained herself from trying to lay waste to it, at least for the time being. She has seen no sign of her companions.]

If anyone watching this network, being of flesh or otherwise has information regarding our 'captors', I require it.

[There's a slight pause, followed by a thoughtful sounding hum. her expression doesn't change, though.]

The technology here. I would also like to meet those who have designed it, should they still exist.