Publicado por Mazaniam
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Chapter Three)
Its been four months since the attack on the troops, and Fred was slain.I looked up from his diary and saw the wild boar standing nearby. I considered killing it, but then decided I had enough food already.
The food stocks are high, and I have a decent supply of water. If I continue on this road, I can reach Gilneas, land of the worgens. I wonder what happened to Fred sometimes. He was probably resurrected as a Death Knight. I came across a band of orc rogues the other day, known as the Shaga. They tried to kill me first, to see if I was worth helping. They believe in 'All of us eventually helping the High Rogue if we are powerful enough' I'm with them now, so I suppose I survived. I acquired this journal from them. We are currently in the remains of Quel'Thalas, land of the High Elves. I suppose tommorrow or the day after I will continue on my own. Without realising it, I had travelled north of my destination. I am in some new leather armour, heavy for a light 'clothie' as they called me. I also have a short casting sword I have enchanted. I will have to walk though, as the large wolves these orcs ride are massively to big for me.
I guess thats it, Jeremy Heraldson, battlemage, signing out.---
Frederick Quarrel stood beneath a scourge war machine, fixing the saronite pipe in place.
"We will make a engineer out of you yet!" He slid out to find a grinning-yet-replusive zombie staring at him. "Lets see if it works, eh?" The thing reached over, pulling a lever and starting a chain reaction. The huge skull at the top of the machine glowed blue, and two wings slid out from beneath it. "Well done...!" It said.
"Well, I would have to be, working with you, eh? " Despite his best efforts, Fred had picked up the trademark echo of a Death Knight.
"So, so spiteful. One day, you will be like me. Although... I can't wait till' All this muscle slides of-"
"Shush! I have plenty of preservation spells. I'll last another few hundred years before I even slightly resemble a forsaken. Now, If you ever bring that up again, I'll slide Sacrifice through your sorry excuse for a ribcage!""I apologise." He cackled. "Now, go and run along to your master...and say hello to Darkclaw for me." The ghoul moved away, no longer interested.
"I'll kill him one day.... soon..." --
Sir Nobleheart looked around the throne room. King Anduin, the loathful soul, was gone away on 'business' more likely a public house, than a meeting. His spy in Saurko, the new training location for Death Knights, had told him of a uprising star, Sir Frederick Quarrel.
"Hmm.... Vomit, bring me the list of names who died in the Undercity Front Attack Seven assault." His ghoul brought him a scroll.
Sir Rickmaw
Private Callaha
Daskhead the Wrathful
Private Unlored
Cor-"GET ME THE GODDAMN GUARD LIST!"
Captain Frederick Honourblade
Jeremy Heraldson "For god's sake......"
