"Highlord Mograine, the Lich King wishes me to join you in this our final battle against the Argent Dawn" Malchai a young death knight says as he kneels before one of the most powerful death knights in all of Acherus, Highlord Darion Mograine.
"Very well minion prepare your armor and mount up" Darion says dismissing Malchai. "As you command Highlord" Malchai replies as he moves off to the side and checks all the straps holding his armor in place.
After he checks his armor Malchai then removes his runeblade from it's resting place on his back and checks the edge of the weapon it's runes glowing faintly. After all f his gear is checked over Malchai sumons and mounts his Acherus Deathcharger.
"Soilders of the scourge, Death Knights of Acherus, minions of the darkness. Hear the call of the highlord!" Darion yells to the sky. "RISE!" Darion screams the ground shakeing as various ghouls claw their way up from underground. "The sky turns red with the blood of the fallen, The Lich King watches over us minions. Leave nothing but ashes and misery in your destructiave wake!" Darion continues.
Around him Malchai sees the other Knights he trained with, Shannow a strong silent night elf, Spider an outgoing human, Stryder the burly dwarf, lovely Danica a strong willed Draenei female, and finaly Rayne the least outgoing and talkative of their unit.
"Death Knights of Acherus, the death march begins!" shouts Darion kicking his mount into a gallop.
"This looka ta be fun don it Mal?" Stryder asks his heavey accent makeing him hard to understand. "Aye it does don't it, Whats that battle cry the horde are fond of useing?" Malchai asks as the group ride forward. "Lok'tar ogar literaly victory or death" says Rayne as she barely manages to keep up with the group.