"Frozen Heart"
Isle of Quel'Danas the Sunwell Isle… felt the enemy coming like a rushing Nile.
Undead and Demons… they came in Legions.
Oh how the sky that day did sing and cry… a lament on how we all must Die.
Yes even I remember being alive, fighting with spells and blades to Survive.
Come, come adventurers and sit by the fire…I will tell you a tale most Dire.
A tale of the Highborn in their final hour of glory, stay if you enjoy a tale not sweet but Gory.
My name is Runeash Darkstar and this is my tale, if you have no regrets so far stay for some Ale.
I remember serving the military with my staff, see my talent was quiet good at summoning minions and witch Craft.
For to be a warlock one must be more then inspired, one must crave for power something we long Desired.
You would judge my life on these little things, when I know of four who were not as different as Beings.
Cowardly Paladin his fear would do him In.
Sinful Priest was more like a Beast.
Stupid Mage was better left dead in a Cage.
Animal Hating Hunter might as well been an arrogant Archer.
To think my end would be no better than these four, makes my bones rage to the very Core!
We received the news from our scout, "Arthas and the Scourge Come" we could hear her Shout.
We stood before the Sunwell and waited as they charged from the shore; At last he was here, Arthas and the Second War.
Animal Hating Hunter was the first to go, firing at the gargoyles in the air with her Bow.
Her reckless self confidence without a pet, gave her an ending I will never Forget.
Swarmed by gargoyles that pulled her apart, the undead made it look like the grim reapers Art.
Cowardly Paladin was to hold the gate; his hesitation made it all too Late.
We weren't too surprised that he started to retreat, that however is when Stitch hooked him by his Feet.
Stitch laughed like a crazed maniac, excited to turn this scared lion into his next meat Sack.
Sinful Priest was holding them back, with the most basic light Attack.
Until he hear the menacing cry of his dead ex, one who was literally killed by him during Sex.
He did what he did to her for money, now the beast will spend his days as a ghoul for his Banshee Honey.
It was down to me and Stupid Mage, the one who I declared better left dead in a Cage.
His emotions for the hunter made him think astray, deciding to blow everything up in fiery blaze when instead he could of live to fight another day.
The mage responsibility over the arcane was nothing he couldn't handle, but he refuse to live without her so his end was to be a live burning Candle.
Looking around me I realized the blood, of fallen comrades dead in cursed mud.
Using their bodies was a chance to make history, a new spell that would go well with my story.
Summoning my favorite lustful minion, I attempted a ritual inspired by my opinion.
The voice of dark temptation, that went well with my determination.
*You know only half the tale, continue onto chapter 2 and find out what becomes of our Warlock.