We left off where Arthas had just killed Tenrai Hogosha. Arthas had destroyed the kingdom of Lordearon, and left it for ruins. Many years would pass until a young paladin would rise from the grave.
"Let's dig him up boys! We got a live one here, so to speak!"
"Hey...hello? You alive my friend, or dead ha ha."
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I opened my eyes and I did not know what was going on. All I could see around me were these...men, or they at least looked like men. They were all decayed and their bones were visible. I was very confused so I asked a dumb question to whom appeared to be the boss.
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"Where am I, and who the hell are you?"
"Well my friend, your in the Tirisfall Glades Deathknell Cemetery, and we are the ones who dug you up, my name is Killias Drangol the 3rd."
"Wait, dug me up?"
"Yea, be a little grateful why don't yah! Really I wasn't grateful so I don't blame you. None of us ever asked to be a cursed Undead!"
"Undead?"
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I looked at my hands to see if I was intact, but I wish I hadn't looked. I was all decayed and bony everywhere. I then realized I had more things to worry about, I don't even know who I am.
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"Do any of you know who I am?"
"Well according to the Tombstone behind you there, your name is...Tenrai Hogosha...what an odd name."
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I didn't even notice the tombstone that was behind me. I quickly turned around to read what it said.
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Here lies Tenrai Hogosha.
Husband, Father, good friend.
He died trying to protect our people,
may the betrayer whom slayed
this noble Paladin burn in the nether.
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I was so confused, I couldn't remember a thing. So I sat there for bit knowing that there was no way out of this new 'life'. I would have to accept it, I had no other choice.
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"Im very cold..."
"I would assume so, we Undead don't have the luxury of having a spirit to keep us warm. To me all we are is flesh and bones with a mind to think for ourselves, but enough of my saddening prater, let's get you to the inn and we can speak there. After all it kind of intrigues me that you don't even know who you are."
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We walked to the inn, or at least they did. I tried to walk, but just stumbled and fell down. Killias ended up carrying me, he told me not to worry about it, he said said a good amount of the Undead that just got awakened couldn't walk. We eventually got there and I was sat in a chair, Killian looked at me as if he were puzzled...
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"So you don't remember a damn thing huh?"
"No, that's what I said didn't I?"
"Hey, hey calm down. You know I've only came across one other who had lost his memory, and well let's just say he didn't stick around long. He jumped off a damn cliff! You not thinking of suicide are you?"
"No, and you really talk to much. Im not in the mood to be asked questions."
"Well that's the same thing my family said when I was alive ha ha! Okay I'll stop, but we need to give you a new name. I had one of my lackeys look up your name it means 'Divine Protector' in some holy language or something. In any case pick a new name we can't have 'Divine Protector' we're Undead!"
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Heh, a new name huh. Well I had to make the best of this, so I chose a new name. Drache Gathol. I was looking for a name through a book of words that had different meanings. 'Drache' would be Unholy and Gathol would be Knight.
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"Drache Gathol."
"Hmm 'Unholy Knight' huh? I guess Sylvaness was right."
"What?"
"Oh! Nothing, just something that doesn't concern you quite yet. Well I guess we could go ahead and get on with you training tomorrow for now try and sleep."
"Okay."
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So I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. Had I forgotten how to sleep as well? I tried to be depressed, tried to feel for myself, but I couldn't. It seemed being Undead stole a lot of my emotions as well. I wondered what would be my training, and what I was training for.
I guess I had layed in bed longer than I thought. Killias was in my room shouting orders to get up and get ready for training. Strange that I wasn't tired, but who am I to talk about strange.
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"Killias, what kind of training is it that I will be doing?"
"Well Drache think of it this way, you were a paladin in life right?"
"That was what the tombst-"
"Exactly, so it would only make sense to train you to be the exact opposite, a Death Knight!"
"Hmm, I guess that makes sense, what do I need to do?"
"You will be leaving Deathknell and you will be going to the Death Knight training camp about a mile south of the Undercity. If you don't know, the Undercity is the Forsaken's capital city."
"Forsaken is our legiance correct?"
"Correct!"
"Whom do I call my King?"
"Correction, your Queen. Dark Lady Sylvaness Windrunner, The Banshee Queen."
"I look forward to meeting her."
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Killias gave me directions to the Undercity, but he told me I was not to report there till my Death Knight Captain dismissed me from training. This may seem seem weird, but I had a feeling I was going to like this new 'life'. Who's to know though, I did just awaken after all.
I arrived at the Death Knight Training Camp. It seemed...familiar in a couple ways I couldn't explain. There weren't a lot of Forsaken here, it seemed like only a select few. A man clad in Plate Armor approached me.
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"Drache Gathol?"
"That would be me."
"Good, Im Alexander Frost , you can call me Captain I-"
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He said 'Captain', for some reason that struck something in my mind. I fell to my knees in an agonizing pain. Something or someone kept saying "Captain...Captain." it felt so familiar, but I couldn't remember. Alexander pulled me up and gave me a concerned look.
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"Hey Drache! Snap out of it! I won't have weakling's in my training, you better shape up!"
"Yes sir, if I may I'll just call you Alexander though.
"That's fine, it does not concern me."
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I would start my training to be a Death Knight soon. I was introduced to a couple of the other 'would-be Death Knights', but none of them mattered to me. I wanted to finish training and meet Sylvaness.
I know this one was a little short, but hey don't worry! Review now!