Voices were heard and consciousness returned yet again, for a second time in its life. Slowly, the eyes appeared behind the rotting eyelids, it tried to move, shackles of pure black steel, rendering its efforts of escape useless. The growling emerging, shielded with fangs that once were teeth. Feeling the cold stone floor beneath its naked body, it looked around, a dark vast room, high to the ceiling, with all sorts of twisted designs of bones, decorated the walls. It turned its view, only to see other unfortunate souls, brought back from the grave. It cried out in defiance, but the anguished cry for release was met with an even colder snapping, outburst of vocals.
"Be quiet, you maggot-infested wretch" it came from a tall male, in crystal-blue armor, it looked heavy and for a normal human, it would have been more of a burden than protection. The man's face was pale, with dark lines running from his eyes to his cheeks. Eyes as cold and dead as the monstrous skeleton behind him.
"You were saying, Instructor Razuvious?" the skeleton eyed the disobedient remains of a fallen hero, but quickly returned its gaze to meet with Razuvious. as the pale man turned yet again to its superior.
"As you know my lord, I have been occupied with the new arrival of trainees. I do not possess the time for training mindless undead."
The fallen hero, now with ghoulish appearance, couldn't contain its boiled rage. It lashed out for the Instructor, but in vain. It soon realized its bloodied claws were long out of reach, beaten by indestructible bounds. it sank to its knees. Closing its eyes once more, trying to find the peace of the dead that was stolen.
The floating skeleton expressed irritation as it spoke, with a chilling embrace of death itself "I understand your concern. But prioritizing the living, than the dead is a sign of lack in commitment to the cause."
Razuvious opened his dried morbid lips to protest, but was silenced by the skeleton. Moving closer and sank to the instructor's level of vision, making the skull of nightmare almost collide with the pale mans face. A low and icy cold voice, almost like a whisper, came from the purpled robed horror, but was loud enough that the fallen hero could hear it.
"Do I have to remind you, that you serve the undead?" the last part was said with spite and dominance. "But do not despair, mortal. I will save you the troubling mess of decapitating every ghoul I send your way" the skeleton paused, for a moment it seemed that the conversation was over, but then it spoke again, with disappointment. "I believe the focus should be centered on the newcomers, but by the end of this month, they will be in a position of becoming true Death knights." The blue flame that occupied the sockets blazed more dangerously "Are we in agreement, Razuvious?"
"They will be ready, and will gladly serve as the Master's vanguard" simpering worries came into mind, but were quickly dismissed. "I guarantee it, Archlich Kel'thuzad." A faint smile appeared on Kel'thuzad's white boned frontier. "Excellent, now go, do our Lord's bidding." With that, Instructor Razuvious made his way back the military quarters, but eyeing the sleeping massive frostwyrm known as Sapphiron with slight excitement, before placing himself on the teleportation platform.
The fading footsteps broke the ghoul's train of lost memories and forced its bloodshot eyes up meeting his. Kel'thuzad was hovering just in front of it. The memory of how fear felt like hit the ghoul, like the sword he was once slain by.
"As for you, underling. You will not be serving as a simple dummy for the living." Kel'thuzad removed its chains, with a whim of his pale boney hand. And gave it a dagger, spiked and felt tainted by the mere touch of the handle. "Now, end your chained brethrens misery, and dispose of the cadavers." The Lich then disappeared in a gust of the northern wind, to locations unknown. The ghoul looked at the dagger, comprehending the task ahead, giving by the Lich known as Kel'thuzad, its new lord and master. The blood covered hand was shaking, but soon the sign of weakness died out and was replaced with a tightening grip around the unholy weapon. Step by step it wandered with determination to the whimpering ghouls, still chained to the wall.
"Yourrhh…dij..now'h."
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