Forsaken
Flashes of sky blue and violet shot through the air around a tall dark haired man. He was on the floor clutching his knees into his chest bowing his head into his lap. The flashes continued to occur for what felt like an eternity until finally they came to an abrupt end.
The mans body sat still for a few seconds. Then it collapsed to the floor. Where it remained for years, which turned to decades, which turned to centuries.
The mans dormant body rose from the ground whence it laid, though what had risen could not be called a man anymore, it was not human. Flesh clung to the bone of this foul creature and one of its eyes had vanished over time leaving just an empty socket as well as one dilated eyeball nestled in the other socket.
The mans hair had still grown even after his death. He looked down at his hands and realised his fingers had little or no flesh on them. He snarled through his rotten teeth and tore at his hair leaving only a few patches on his scalp which stood up in a Mohawk fashion unnaturally, as if the hairs itself were afraid of the creature.
Looking up at the waxing moon the monster growled the words
'For the Lich king' the message had been ploughed into what was left of his rotting brain for centuries. His past life did not matter now. All that mattered was revenge on the races of men and all that stood In the way of the army of their dark master.
The creature looked round him and saw decrepit bodies crawling out of the ground.
All of them uttered the same words.
The armies of the scourge were stirring. It was time for them to crush the living and all who apposed their masters yearning for power.
The creatures stumbled forward tripping over their own gravestones as they went.
Dark words were uttered in the minds of the creatures. Their names were uttered to them in a language that would be feared for eternity. This language had been taught to them in the years that they had lain dormant. But now they were ready. The hate of all who breathed burned deep inside them.
In particular out of all that breathed a great hate for the race of men burned the strongest.
The creature that rose first in the field where the battle that claimed his life occurred. The beast with the unnatural hair heard the dark words uttered to him. His own name and his orders were told to him by a sinister voice.
'Terratec' The beast snarled 'You shall travel to the city of Lordaeron. Slaughter any thing that breathes air in your path. You shall cripple anything in your way and take any weapons of their blissful cold bodies and use them as your own'
A twisted grin came over his face and he uttered
'Defeat will not be tolerated' and began to fall in rank with the rest of his brethren they marched towards the town of Brill and the city of Lordaeron. The rise of the dead, the battle of Trisfal Glades and the story of Terratec the reaper have began