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murakai sat in a local inn drinking a cup of tea. not that he needed nurishment he was dead after all. his face was coverd with a black hood and the waitress eyed his suspiosly as she poared more tea. he looked up his eyes colder that his dead flesh. the woman yelped and rushed away. murakai chucled to himself and took another sip.

murakai walked out of the inn and walked around the town. a young man came up to him and asked "sir. any money to spare?" murakai blinked and said "begone vile worm" he held out his hand and the boy was sent into a food cart. murakai turned and walked away as people gathered.

murakai yawned and apon seeing a library smiled. he walked inside and found a chair. he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

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Darthrimar walked slowly through shadowed graveyard. He would ocansianly glance at some of the tomb stone but was unable to read most of them, due to the many scratch marks on them, distorting the writing. The soft songs of the forest that he remembered had disapeared from he wind, making him feal more alone than he already was. He did this farly often, more than before, regardless of what people said to or about him.

Quel'thalas was not what he remembered, but then, he helped cause this.

He continued to walk, untill he came upon a grave, that to the naked eye, was the same as any other, broken at spots and most of the writing eledigible, to him though, it was a reminder of what he had before his transformation.

He kelt down before the grave of his wife and picked up a part that had broken off. Writen on this piece was the name of his partner. "Helena." he whispered. He then placed the piece into the gravestone where it had fallen off. He then reached in his bag, rumaging in it for a momnent. He then pulled out a charm that she had recieved from her parents, the family heirloom it was called. It was the size of a palm, and was shaped into a pheonix in flight. The underbelly of it was made of silver, while the rest of it was gold.

He lowered his head and held the charm against his chest as he whispered something under his breath. A tear fell from his face, and he rose, placed the charm in his bag again and walked away.

When he reached the end of the grave yard, he got onto his Deathcharger and rode away, only to find a few necromancers of the Scourge in his way, heading towards the grave yard.

"You shall not interfear with us elf. Stand asside and run away, before were get we make you go away." The middle one said in a raspy voice.

"I will not just let you go freelly and defile this resting place. Quel'thalas belongs to us once again, and nothing will take it from us." He yelled, pulling out his sword, he charged the necromancers, caching them unprepared for this.

He managed to get past them and slash at one of them before they could cast anything. He quickly dismounted, one of the runes on his blade began to glow, but only for a second, while he cast a Death Coil at another necromancer.

The last two were able to cast a crippling ability on Darthrimar before he could get to them. He quickly sheethed this blade and cast a Death and Decay on the two necromancers. They screamed in pain as Darthrimar walked up to them to end their missery.

As the screams echoes faded, Darthrimar mounted his charger again and quickly ran back to Silvermoon to report that the Scourge was advancing in Eversong Woods.