Nov. 14th, 2008

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[translated from tauhe]

Everything was black- the sharp pain of the sword that had impaled me and drained my life was still fresh in my mind.

I don't know how I started to breath again. The black gave way to a blood red, which faded to the first view of the Necromancer that resurrected me. The pain gave way to a gnawing hunger as my body was repaired of it's injuries, and I made my way, shuffling at first, to the most powerful entity in the room- the King whose will brought me back to a semblance of my life, whose deeds brought me to this evil place to confront him to begin with. I wanted to die again, but his voice rang clearly in my head. "It is by my willl that you live once more, And under my will you shall remain to help conquer this land!" My limbs grew stronger as the blood started flowing through them once more, and I found myself face to face with the dread Lich King, or Arthas as he was once known in this land. I knelt before him, unable to resist. 

"I am at your service, My king. What do you require of me?" 


Nov. 14th, 2008 09:46 pm
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[translated from tauhe]

The voice in my head, urging me, goading me, and when I tried to resist, it was like my very soul being crushed in dispair if I did not obey. We attacked and leveled New Avalon- The horrors I was forced to commit.. I will not write of them here. And then, when the opportunity to show mercy came... I will never be certain if I showed mercy in killing my once friend and brother in arms. But something within me broke. I... went mad with a crazed lust for death and killing. It was only when I was ordered to attack Light's Hope Chapel that something happened. The voice, ever present since my awakening, was made silent. Whatever the Ashbringer did, it broke the King's hold on me, and I felt the dispair and crushing feeling leave me.

I gladly channeled my anger and rage once again as I helped take back Ebon Hold and Acherus with the other Knights of the Ebon Blade.
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[translated from tauhe]

After the battle, Mograine created portals to Orgimmar and to Stormwind, and began writing notes for all assembled knights that chose to follow him. I waited patiently in thought, and he finally turned to me.

"A tauren Death Knight? Unusual, but then, nothing surprises me any more. a former druid, yes?" I nodded slowly. "I think so, sir. I have forgotten much, and what little I do remember are fragments, or half remembered things." He handed me a note.

"Take the portal to Orgimmar, and Speak with the leader of the Horde, an orc shamen by the name of Thrall. If we are to survive in this world, we need as many allies as we can find. I will warn you- do not expect to be given a hero's welcome. You may also want to talk with the high chieftain of the tauren, Cairne Bloodhoof after speaking with Thrall. After that, you must make your way to regain the honor you previously held. You can always return here using the Death Gate spell to learn and share your experiences with others in the order. From time to time, we will call upon you as well."

There was not much else to say, and as others were waiting, I bid him farewell, and stepped through the portal to Orgimmar.
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[translated from tauhe]

I arrived outside the main gate of Orgimmar, the capital city for the orcish Horde, once the mightiest army of two worlds. I attempted to cast what spells of protection I had, only to find that I was silenced, and could not speak nor defend myself. The full realization of what I was dawned upon me as I approched the gate, and the three guards caught sight of me.


"Traitorous dog!"

"How dare you set foot in our city!"

These and other insults, along with rotten fruit and spittle, were hurled at me for the entire walk through the valley of Strength, the Drag, and finally into Thrall's fortress in the Valley of Wisdom. Although I had passed the front gates with my back stright and my head held up, by the end of my walk of shame I was almost crawling in shame. The Kor'kron guards eyed me with unease, their weapons ready to take my head off. I paused when I entered the throne room. One of the guards grunted to get my attention, and said "You may speak to him. If it is death you seek, it may be swift."

I went up to Thrall. "Welcome to Orgimmar. You have business with the Horde?" Obviously, he had been informed of my arrival well in advance by some means. I handed him the note that Mograine had given me. Thrall looked, and quietly said in his rough voice "Ebon Knight, face me. You understand why you are reviled and feared?" I nodded meekly. "Breaking free of his grasp is no mean feat. Be pround." He coughed, and yelled for all to hear:

"Horde, hear the call of your Warchief! Today marks the firsts of many defeats for the scourge! Death Knights, once in the service of the Lich King, have broken free of his grasp and formed a new alliance against his tyranny! You will welcome these former heroes of the Horde and treat them with the respect that you would give to any to any ally of Orgrimmar! For the Horde!"

I bowed and saluted, and took my leave. It was time to visit Cairn, and answer to the elders of the tauren for what had happen to me.


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