Post by Bundead on Jun 13, 2007 11:09:26 GMT 1
''So....
You want to know how it all started do you?'' I nod, eager to know more about this man, this Undead thing that come out of the rain near Southshore and saved me from the Alliance lapdogs, the dwarves that had chased me for hours. He appeared and they died, 3 seconds and 3 dead..... the power! He didn't seem proud just sad, as sad at the killing as I was delighted to be still amongst the living...... Well it was only right that I take him to my camp and give him some of what bread and wine I had. I talked for hours telling him of my life growing up on the plains of Mulgore and my awe at first seeing Thunder Bluff. Then of some of my travels that led me to this place, this strange, dark land so far from home.
In the end I plucked up the courage, I asked him of himself, if he had any tales of exploits and heroism. He looked at me and gave me a slow twisted smile ''I know very little of heroics, heroism is just doing what needs to be done and as for exploits? Well yes, I have been exploited, once or twice....'' ''Well'' I asked, ''What of your life, might I know a little of that?''. The silence went on for what seemed like ages before he replied. ''You want to know of me... of what I am not what i've done?'' I nodded, he sat and thought for a moment, ''You have fed me and given me companionship on this night so I think that maybe a tale is in order..........'' He paused for a short while, gathering his thoughts I presume and then he started, in his deep and confident voice and this is the tale he told...................
''Hmm......
Well.. I was young, proud, bold, arrogant call it what you will but I was certain... certain that we'd survive.. that we'd be safe............... I was wrong. Now they're all dead, though not all undead'' he gave a short harsh chuckle. ''We'd been told of the Scourge and the plague they carried, everyone had but our farm was isolated, hard to find unless you knew where it was and we had strong neighbours, neighbours with strong men and of course the standing army at nearby Lordaeron, they wouldn't be able to get past them.
Though they did of course....
I know not of the battle, I wasn't there but the waves of Scourge that came flooding in from what you know as the Plaguelands was, History tells us, like a dam had been broken and the mighty army of Lordaeron was decimated in minutes. That was in the morning, a Sunday and by the afternoon the fair lands of Tirisfal, Silverpine and Alterac were awash with blood and the filth of the Scourge....... including my farm.........'' He then stood and went to look out at the night, so he was facing away from me. ''Out of the trees they came, like a physical scream that filled the bones with terror and made it impossible to move, to think, to act in any way. I know not how my family died, my wife and my children, for I died before them... as the Scourge swept past me and on into the house. I now know enough of the ways of the them to make me glad I did not see it......'' At this point he turned and asked for another glass of wine which I eagerly poored, desperate for this man to tell me more. He takes it, thanks me and takes a sip before sitting and looking at me with his bright, oh so bright eyes. ''I know they died there because after my return, my 'Undead' rebirth, I returned to my farm to see what they'd done and to bury what remained of my family.
Perhaps that was the 'spark' that stayed within me that made my return possible, that made the Apothecary able to give this body some semblance of a life but who know's and who to be honest even cares......
During my wanderings I ended up at a small village called Deathknell, not very far from here strangely enough, where I met a man who gave me a mission. A mission to become what I had never thought of becoming, a Warlock, a Master of Demons and inflicting pain. He said I was perfect, that I was already unfeeling and that the agonies that I would inflict would hardly concern me.'' He gave me a small smile and said, ''What a flatterer. He taught me much and with the knowledge I had gained I was able to serve Her Lady Sylvanas and her Generals in the fight against the Scourge and her other enimies of the Alliance and on occasion to help her Allies in the Horde. The Orcs and Trolls of Orgrimmar and the Taurens like yourself. Then latterly the Blood Elves although'' and it this he smiled slightly '' I must say it seemed to be strange at first standing beside a small elf whilst helping it kill a big one...
As for now? Well, after many journeys and many teachers I have grown weary of my form. I take no pleasure from killing and have no inclination to do it any more in the name of someones cause. I will travel around helping if I feel the urge and not helping if I don't. Maybe somehow and somewhere I will find peace for I cannot allow myself to face a final death and return to the love and comfort of my family, wherever and whatever they may be, as I am. I am not what they new and this form with this mind and the things it has seen and done is not worthy of them..........''
At this point he stands and says ''It is now time for me to go, I thank you for your company.'' He starts to stroll off towards the trees ''Would you not stay some more?'' I call as he reaches the edge of the clearing, '' and what of your name? ''He stops and turns, ''It is not my given name but a name I call myself that I will tell you'' he said, ''Bundead...... as in Be-Undead, get it?'' he smiles and nods, then turns heading off into the trees.
I have never seen him again and am not completely sure that i'd want to but he saved my life and told me his tale and so it is right that the tale be passed on to you..... Though if you do see him pray to your gods that he is coming to help you and that it is not you that he is after...
You want to know how it all started do you?'' I nod, eager to know more about this man, this Undead thing that come out of the rain near Southshore and saved me from the Alliance lapdogs, the dwarves that had chased me for hours. He appeared and they died, 3 seconds and 3 dead..... the power! He didn't seem proud just sad, as sad at the killing as I was delighted to be still amongst the living...... Well it was only right that I take him to my camp and give him some of what bread and wine I had. I talked for hours telling him of my life growing up on the plains of Mulgore and my awe at first seeing Thunder Bluff. Then of some of my travels that led me to this place, this strange, dark land so far from home.
In the end I plucked up the courage, I asked him of himself, if he had any tales of exploits and heroism. He looked at me and gave me a slow twisted smile ''I know very little of heroics, heroism is just doing what needs to be done and as for exploits? Well yes, I have been exploited, once or twice....'' ''Well'' I asked, ''What of your life, might I know a little of that?''. The silence went on for what seemed like ages before he replied. ''You want to know of me... of what I am not what i've done?'' I nodded, he sat and thought for a moment, ''You have fed me and given me companionship on this night so I think that maybe a tale is in order..........'' He paused for a short while, gathering his thoughts I presume and then he started, in his deep and confident voice and this is the tale he told...................
''Hmm......
Well.. I was young, proud, bold, arrogant call it what you will but I was certain... certain that we'd survive.. that we'd be safe............... I was wrong. Now they're all dead, though not all undead'' he gave a short harsh chuckle. ''We'd been told of the Scourge and the plague they carried, everyone had but our farm was isolated, hard to find unless you knew where it was and we had strong neighbours, neighbours with strong men and of course the standing army at nearby Lordaeron, they wouldn't be able to get past them.
Though they did of course....
I know not of the battle, I wasn't there but the waves of Scourge that came flooding in from what you know as the Plaguelands was, History tells us, like a dam had been broken and the mighty army of Lordaeron was decimated in minutes. That was in the morning, a Sunday and by the afternoon the fair lands of Tirisfal, Silverpine and Alterac were awash with blood and the filth of the Scourge....... including my farm.........'' He then stood and went to look out at the night, so he was facing away from me. ''Out of the trees they came, like a physical scream that filled the bones with terror and made it impossible to move, to think, to act in any way. I know not how my family died, my wife and my children, for I died before them... as the Scourge swept past me and on into the house. I now know enough of the ways of the them to make me glad I did not see it......'' At this point he turned and asked for another glass of wine which I eagerly poored, desperate for this man to tell me more. He takes it, thanks me and takes a sip before sitting and looking at me with his bright, oh so bright eyes. ''I know they died there because after my return, my 'Undead' rebirth, I returned to my farm to see what they'd done and to bury what remained of my family.
Perhaps that was the 'spark' that stayed within me that made my return possible, that made the Apothecary able to give this body some semblance of a life but who know's and who to be honest even cares......
During my wanderings I ended up at a small village called Deathknell, not very far from here strangely enough, where I met a man who gave me a mission. A mission to become what I had never thought of becoming, a Warlock, a Master of Demons and inflicting pain. He said I was perfect, that I was already unfeeling and that the agonies that I would inflict would hardly concern me.'' He gave me a small smile and said, ''What a flatterer. He taught me much and with the knowledge I had gained I was able to serve Her Lady Sylvanas and her Generals in the fight against the Scourge and her other enimies of the Alliance and on occasion to help her Allies in the Horde. The Orcs and Trolls of Orgrimmar and the Taurens like yourself. Then latterly the Blood Elves although'' and it this he smiled slightly '' I must say it seemed to be strange at first standing beside a small elf whilst helping it kill a big one...
As for now? Well, after many journeys and many teachers I have grown weary of my form. I take no pleasure from killing and have no inclination to do it any more in the name of someones cause. I will travel around helping if I feel the urge and not helping if I don't. Maybe somehow and somewhere I will find peace for I cannot allow myself to face a final death and return to the love and comfort of my family, wherever and whatever they may be, as I am. I am not what they new and this form with this mind and the things it has seen and done is not worthy of them..........''
At this point he stands and says ''It is now time for me to go, I thank you for your company.'' He starts to stroll off towards the trees ''Would you not stay some more?'' I call as he reaches the edge of the clearing, '' and what of your name? ''He stops and turns, ''It is not my given name but a name I call myself that I will tell you'' he said, ''Bundead...... as in Be-Undead, get it?'' he smiles and nods, then turns heading off into the trees.
I have never seen him again and am not completely sure that i'd want to but he saved my life and told me his tale and so it is right that the tale be passed on to you..... Though if you do see him pray to your gods that he is coming to help you and that it is not you that he is after...