When he entered the place of doom and death he could hear the voices of the ones he had betrayed. He could hear his mother screaming in the distance, his father yelling and his little brother screaming of fear. But he didn't feal any pity for them. His heart wasn't filled with love for his family. The blood in his veins whas replaced by pure hate for all living things.
He had no family anymore, the only thing he did only what The Lich King commanded him. He knew today he would become a champion of the Dark Lord. He would become a Death Knight.
The Dark Lord stood on the balcony watching over the battlefield below. The new Death Knight moved slowly too the strongest being their ever lived. With every step he took he could feel his powers grow stronger. The Lich King looked so strong and power full with his shiny black armor and his Crown. The cursed blade of Frostmourne was hanging at his side. The voices of the blade called him. Suddenly the Lich King felt his presence and turned around. He looked at his new disciple with his evil eyes.
'All that I am: Anger, cruelty,vengeance.
I bestow upon you, my chosen knight. I have granted you immortality so you may herald in a new, Dark age for the Scourge.
Gaze now upon the lands below us. The scarlet Crusade scurries to undo my work, while Light's Hope stands defiantly against us, a blemish upon these Plaguelands. They must all be shown the price of their defiance.
You will become my force of retribution. Where you tread, doom will follow.
Go now and claim your destiny, Death Knight.'
The Death Knight answered:'Yes my lord, I will do what it takes too rebuild this world for the scourge.'
Then the mighty lord turned his back to the Death Knight as a sign he could go.
The Death Knight walked towards the Heart of The Archerus and thought of the wise words of his master. This was truly his destiny all along. When he entered the Heart he heard someone yelling at him: 'You have heard the call of the Lich King, death knight.' A man in blue armor walked towards him. 'Now is the time to answer your master.'
The Death Knight didn't really listen to the man, he was still thinking about the words of the Lich King.
'Pay attention. This is Instructor Razuvious, My appointed trainer of all death knights. It is said that his own technique is so potent, only a disciple of his could possibly withstand his might.'a voice in his head said.
The instructor finished his last sentence: 'Your training begins now...'
'What are we going to begin with, summon a army of dead or maybe a destructive spell?' the Death Knight asked.
'No, we begin with the basics.' The instructor answered. He pulled his blade out of his scabbard.
'The single most important piece of equipment to a death knight is the runeblade.
It is through the runeblade that a death knight commands the powers of frost, blood and the unholy. The runeblade also acts as a vessel to store the death knight's runic power.
The time has come to create your first runeblade. Search the weapon racks on this floor and locate a Battle-worn Sword. Once found, take the sword to a nearby runeforge and use it to create a runeblade.'The instructor walked away to commence his patrol around the Heart.
The Death Knight looked around and found a weapon rack at the most eastern wall.
He walked to it and searched it for a suitable weapon. He found a long sharp sword and walked to a strange looking force in the form of a bronze skull with red eyes. He walked towards the runeforge and put his sword in the mouth of the skull.
'The runeblade is an extension of your being. A death knight cannot battle without a runeblade' a voice in his head said.
The skull glew brightly and his sword began to change. It reformed and changed color. From ice cold steel to chilled to the bone black.
His runebladed sword was ready.
He took the sword and did some practice swings.
The sword fit perfect for his body and he felt an enormous power streaming through him.
Suddenly the Instructor stood behind him.
Well done,Nerubaz . You have successfully created your first runebladed weapon. With it you will sow the seeds of chaos and destruction! In your wake will be a bloodied field of battle, littered with the corpses of all that would dare oppose the Scourge' the Instructor said.
'The mark of war is etched indelibly upon your soul, death knight. You have learned the dark art of runeforging and with it you will engrave runes of power upon your weaponry.Preparations for battle must be made. Return to the runeforge, here in the Heart of Acherus, and use the power of runeforging to emblazon your weapon with a rune of power! Return to me when your blade glows with dark energy!'
Nerubaz walked back to the runeforge and started to ingrave the runes in his blade, meanwhile he was reading the runes out loud and stared to give a red glow.
'Do not waste time, Nerubaz! We are on the brink of apocalypse!' the dark voice said.
The entire sword was covered in runes. Nerubaz then returned to the Instructor.
'Remember these words, death knight. The Runeforge is a Scourge instrument. It exists only in Acherus, Naxxramas and the heart of Icecrown! You may only emblazon your weaponry at a Runeforge. Return often and emblazon all of your weapons. A death knight must be prepared for all that would dare oppose him' the instructor advised.
Four chained men were brought in the Heart.
'The endless hunger will soon take hold of you, death knight. When it does, you will feel pain immeasurable. There is only one remedy for the suffering: the hunger must be sated. I give you the key to your salvation. Chained to the Heart of Acherus are those deemed unworthy of the dark brotherhood. Use the key to free an unworthy initiate. Allow them to equip their gear and battle you for their freedom. Kill and the pain will cease. Fail and suffer for eternity. Live or die, the choice is yours to make.' After the Instructor said this he walked away as always.
Nerubaz had a key in his hand. He took the stairs down into the center of the heart. The chained men were brought here. Nerubaz walked past them all. He saw jealousy in the first one's eyes, proud in the second, confussion in the third and fear in the fourth. He walked back to the first and used his key. The lock snapped open with a hard click and the disciple jumped up and pulled his sword. Nerubaz act quickly and pulled his blade. The fight begun. The disciple fought with fury he performed strong attacks and Nerubaz was forced against the outer wall. Suddenly the dark voice inside his head said:' Two lives, one key... Do not fail me,Nerubaz!'
The words of the Dark Lord gave Nerubaz strenght. He pushed the disciple away and before he could attack again Nerubaz's sword stabbed right through him.
He felled on the ground and died.
Nerubaz felt the power of his first kill and enjoyed it.
' As expected, my chosen knight has triumphed! You are ready,Nerubaz'