Recently, I've come to the realization that Death Knights are much more complicated than I had thought. It seems there's a great conflict - internally at least.
With all my time not able to really be spent anywhere except Silvermoon (ugh...), I've found myself in the company of a Death Knight - a Tauren. Oddly enough, I've come to enjoy it. I hadn't thought I would, but-... Well, as odd as it sounds, I feel very 'attached' to him.
Rakka; that's his name... In case I ever forget...
He's a sweetheart, really he is! I can't help but be reminded of a child... It's comforting. I miss that. Not too long ago, though, he told me the story of how he passed on, and his experiences under Arthas... What he could remember, at least. He also said that he needed to recharge; a left over hunger from when the Lich King had control. I can't say I fully understand it... And I really don't try to. I assume it's something like what drives us soldiers; revenge, honour, retribution, responsibility... Something like that, I guess.
Regardless. The way he explains it - the way it is - it's horrible. Even though I know he's probably the last person I need to be protecting, I feel like I have to help somehow. Maybe it's that 'righteousness' in me... Or... Pent up maternal instincts.. Who the hell knows?
Although everyone I've talked to about this has told me not to, I've managed to gain permission to visit my comrades in Icecrown at the Argent Vanguard, south of Scourgeholme. The leave I've been sentenced to doesn't bother them. All I have to say is that this will be... Interesting. I'll do my best to poke around the citadel and... Maybe I'll find something. There has to be a way to negate the hunger that Rakka experiences. Tiri's blocked it out... But you can't ask an MIA warrior exactly how to do that, now, can you?
I truly hope the Crusaders don't intend to babysit me. Nevertheless, I'm bringing Corris along as always, and Thaz'rim has been posted at Krasus' Landing. I'll keep the whistle close by, just in case the Vanguard has no place for the goober-of-a-windrider to be stationed. Anyway... I promise to, at least, make an effort - regardless of the consequences I face from the Warchief, the Baron, or anyone else for that matter. I believe I'll find something. I'm just not sure exactly what it'll be.... But I'll know it when I see it, and I hope that Rakka will be in the city when I return.
Until then...