Topic Minions of Darkness, unite!
Edited by Knell on 16/03/12 17:17 (GMT)
Hear the Herald of the Black Realm, this is rest of my tale.
This is my undeath:
Darkness...that was all I knew for untold millenia. I wandered in the darkness, I heard the whispers of the Great Shadows, I heard their voices inside my head. They had chosen me as their herald, their chosen. My tortured death, after losing everything and everyone, killing my own father and being killed by him, dying in the Demon ridden ruins of Lordaeron, had landed me a place in the Black Realm.
Then, I was wrenched from it by powerful Necromantic powers. To discover mere weeks had past, and the Demon's numbers had dwindled significantly. I was a mindless minion of the Lich King, instead of the shadows I heard his voice in my head, my duties as Herald of the Black Realm pointless as long as I had no control over my actions. I had no choice but to stand at the back of my own mind and watch as I slew the living, and glad of it, but this was not my purpose.
Then one day as the demons had all but disappeared from our land, I felt it, for a split second...I was free! After that, that memory of that moment had been standing at the back of my head with me and together we pushed forward and freedom was mine. I found others who had also regained control and we banded together under the command of Sylvanas Windrunner, the Dark Lady.
We retook Lordaeron and claimed the capital as our own, and then with our own Kingdom of Forsaken established I set out on my mission of Shadows. I found zealotous members of dark cults, such as a more pure version of the Cult of Forgotten Shadow (who believe in a balance between Life and Death) that believes in the purity of Death and its power over everything. Among these cults I became known as the Prophet of Shadows. Together, with the most powerful members, on a hill overlooking Tirisfal, we began the Calling. A ritual that would bring the Great Shadows from the Black Realm. However, Sylvanas believed that we were corrupting the purity of the Forsaken (Bah! I say, what's more pure than Shadows?!)
and sent her Dark Rangers against us and slew us before we could finish.
That was my second death.
The ritual had taken me half way between Azeroth and the Black Realm, into the Spirit World. There, the path was open to me in two directions, I could continue on and travel to the Black Realm, or I could return to the (somewhat) mortal coil. From the Black Realm I could do nothing to aid the Shadows, so I returned to my body. Awakening in a crypt, my body decomposed beyond recognition, I walked back into Azeroth, weakened. I pledged false allegiance to the Banshee Queen and waited for when I would once more have the power to Call the Shadows to Azeroth and death shall consume all.