Post by deadiron on Feb 17, 2012 21:27:13 GMT -5
I am a Monster… I am Cursed… I am Forsaken…
But before I was these… I was human.
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My last memory before the darkness too me was being surrounded by those beasts. We had walked into a trap… I didn’t even know the Scourge was smart enough to lay traps… but it’s the only way that many ghouls could have been able to so quickly surround us. How did they know we would be passing through this part of Lordaeron? The Paladin sent from Stormwind did everything he could to protect us, but he fell first. The priest was soon to follow. I watched in horror as both my colleagues from the violet citadel were overwhelmed, their shields failing as the sheer number of walking dead pressed in around them. All I know is that I didn’t stop casting until all my energy was spent. I only remember thinking, as the world went black, that I didn’t want that bastard to control my soul… I didn’t want to serve Arthas...
And then I awoke. At first, I thought I had been dreaming, but the winged creature flying in front of me proved that my nightmare had been a reality. “Damn,” I thought, “An eternity serving the Lich King…” That’s when it hit me… I was thinking still… and not just thinking, but thinking against him… Could this mean…?
“Rise, Deadiron! Welcome back to the realm of the living. With the blessing and power from the Dark Lady, I have freed you from death's grip. You are no slave, Deadiron You are free to follow whatever path you choose from here. If you choose to serve the Dark Lady Sylvanas, I recommend you speak with Undertaker Mordo. You will find him behind me, in the graveyard.
I didn’t understand… I had always thought the Forsaken were members of the Scourge who had the will to resist Arthas… Had I been… did I… By the Light, how many of my own friends did I kill serving that monster?!? But no, that couldn’t be right… By the looks of it, I was still in Lordaeron, and if Arthas was smart, he would have pulled any new *recruits* back to Northrend to ready his defense against the assault the Alliance and the Horde were preparing. I had questions… lots of questions.
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After speaking with Mordo, it made sense… my emotions, if I could call them that, were torn. The Lich King defeated? The Val’kyr serving Sylvanas and raising new undead in her name? I was given a choice: serve the Dark Lady, or don’t… As long as I’m right in the head and not planning an attack, they won’t force me to do anything. So, do I serve my former enemy, one who we fought in countless battles with the Alliance? Or do I set out on my own, knowing that I’ll never be accepted in Dalaran again?
Of course, the answer was easy. I could still cast a few of the spells I knew in life, although with this “new” body I was much weaker than before. Sylvanas had given me new life, and had saved me from serving the Lich King. In gratitude, I raised my staff into the air, embraced this new world, and cried out in my scratchy voice…
“FOR THE FORSAKEN! FOR THE DARK LADY!”
And with that, I left the gates of Deathnell and made my way to Calston Estate.
But before I was these… I was human.
**********
My last memory before the darkness too me was being surrounded by those beasts. We had walked into a trap… I didn’t even know the Scourge was smart enough to lay traps… but it’s the only way that many ghouls could have been able to so quickly surround us. How did they know we would be passing through this part of Lordaeron? The Paladin sent from Stormwind did everything he could to protect us, but he fell first. The priest was soon to follow. I watched in horror as both my colleagues from the violet citadel were overwhelmed, their shields failing as the sheer number of walking dead pressed in around them. All I know is that I didn’t stop casting until all my energy was spent. I only remember thinking, as the world went black, that I didn’t want that bastard to control my soul… I didn’t want to serve Arthas...
And then I awoke. At first, I thought I had been dreaming, but the winged creature flying in front of me proved that my nightmare had been a reality. “Damn,” I thought, “An eternity serving the Lich King…” That’s when it hit me… I was thinking still… and not just thinking, but thinking against him… Could this mean…?
“Rise, Deadiron! Welcome back to the realm of the living. With the blessing and power from the Dark Lady, I have freed you from death's grip. You are no slave, Deadiron You are free to follow whatever path you choose from here. If you choose to serve the Dark Lady Sylvanas, I recommend you speak with Undertaker Mordo. You will find him behind me, in the graveyard.
I didn’t understand… I had always thought the Forsaken were members of the Scourge who had the will to resist Arthas… Had I been… did I… By the Light, how many of my own friends did I kill serving that monster?!? But no, that couldn’t be right… By the looks of it, I was still in Lordaeron, and if Arthas was smart, he would have pulled any new *recruits* back to Northrend to ready his defense against the assault the Alliance and the Horde were preparing. I had questions… lots of questions.
**********
After speaking with Mordo, it made sense… my emotions, if I could call them that, were torn. The Lich King defeated? The Val’kyr serving Sylvanas and raising new undead in her name? I was given a choice: serve the Dark Lady, or don’t… As long as I’m right in the head and not planning an attack, they won’t force me to do anything. So, do I serve my former enemy, one who we fought in countless battles with the Alliance? Or do I set out on my own, knowing that I’ll never be accepted in Dalaran again?
Of course, the answer was easy. I could still cast a few of the spells I knew in life, although with this “new” body I was much weaker than before. Sylvanas had given me new life, and had saved me from serving the Lich King. In gratitude, I raised my staff into the air, embraced this new world, and cried out in my scratchy voice…
“FOR THE FORSAKEN! FOR THE DARK LADY!”
And with that, I left the gates of Deathnell and made my way to Calston Estate.