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The awakening…

Now listening to: Red – Innocence & Instinct “Take it all away” (on repeat)

Arise Death Knight and witness true power” the cold booming voice said to me as I knelt over my corpse. Fallen in battle in the remote regions of Northrend, the cold surrounded me, wrapped me in its embrace, as if it had become part of me. Something about this was so strange and surreal, while also exhilarating, the rush of power coursing through my newly risen body. Somewhere between life and death, I retained some memory of my previous life, though I did not know my name. Try as I may, I could not remember my name. I knew that if only I could remember it I would somehow break free of his control, his domination of my mind and soul. While who I was eluded me, my death was agonizingly apparent every moment of my existence, as if the claws that had brought me to my end were still dug in deep. The pain was unbearable, but at the same time empowering, as if the pain fueled my existence, and without it I would cease to be. I think that my death would be a fitting place to start, as it will give you a glimpse of how Uledrass Freestan died and how Uledrass commander of death was born.

The journey to the end…

We had set up camp with the Wyrmrest temple barely visible through the haze of snow and fog. Just a days march, but the night was no friend to travelers in these harsh lands. Unexpected snow storms and frigid temperatures could snuff out even the most battle hardened soldier. Had we known, we never would have taken our chances, but the landscape was becoming  hostile as the sun dropped lower int he sky. The perimeters were set, the fires stoked, and tents staked. After a meal, as meager as it may have been, first watch was set, and we all settled in for the night. Corporal Saurgal and I had volunteered for first watch, and we were just getting settled in for the night when the sound was heard. It was very faint at first, just a low rumble, as if one of the geysers off in the distance was steadily erupting. This sound went on for the better part of an hour as Saurgal and I sat silent staring into the dark. The temperature had dropped at least 30 degrees, our breath rising from our helms. I in my bone clad armor and Saurgal in his customary footman armor rose to our feet as we heard the first screech. It was as if death itself was screaming, the blood curdling screeches became louder and more frequent over the next few minutes. The soldiers mostly awake now, were battle dressed and shields were risen. The first strike was from above. Two soldiers disappeared into the night as if snatched up by the darkness that surrounded us. “Swoosh” the wind rushed past my body once, and then twice, “What is it?” Saurgal yelled. A few moments later we saw it, a monstrous vulture of mostly bone with talons as long and sharp as a footman’s pike. Looking back down we saw the tidal wave of scourge heading our way slow and lumbering, hundreds of them for as far as the light from our torches could protrude the darkness. They fell on us like a waves crashing on the shore, while they were not hard to dispatch, and had no real motor skills to speak of, they were coming in droves. “Holding them back would be a chore but if this was it, we would survive the night” I thought. That is when the first bolt of lightning lit up the sky. The look of horror in Saurgal’s face told the story, it was a legion, the scourge had surrounded us for miles. There was no escape, there was no reasoning. We fought well into the night, but it became apparent we were losing ranks faster than the rescue of dawn. I watched Saurgal get ripped apart by a giant abomination just before my demise, I do not remember the exact moment that I was killed but I remember the pain, the fear, and then,

silence…

Authors notes…

**This is kind of off the cuff, I like to write in the moment, and bring my story to life as if it were more than just ideas in my head but as if I were living the story. This is just the beginning. I feel as though this is what I want to do with this blog. Of course the series will be long and drawn out if I don’t write more at once, but with #Blaugustreborn going on, I have to have content daily. I’m thinking of going to an every third day schedule of release with one day off for reflection and rest. I really hope all of you enjoy this journey that I (we if you decide it’s for you) embark on, as I get better at writing for myself, and for readers. This is a passion of mine and has been for a very long time. I know I have a lot of work to do, but everyone starts somewhere and I have put off starting for far too long. Thank you for reading and if you have any ideas or suggestions about where the story should or could go, please feel free to comment or email me [vudujoose{at}gmail.com] and thank you for the support!

I leave you with this:

The sun has set on this mortal world, fools. Make peace with your end, for the Hour of Twilight falls! – Deathwing