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"Eye laddie. I'm sure if we dig though this collapse we can get into the mine." The dwarf said with a smile as he looked over the pile of stones and debris covering the side of the large hill.
"Bran, If they collapsed the mine what makes you think theres anything valuable still inside?" The little gnome next to him asked.
"Cause when the Horde rolled through here in the second war, alot was blasted apart purely to spite the other side of the conflict." Bran explained. "Now come on Gretz, set up your little bomb things and crack it open so we can get our commision from Ironforge." Bran ordered. Gretz grumbled something and walked over to the cave, seting down a crate and placing a few small seaforium charges at various places in the collapse. The gnome looked over his work for a second, the stood and backed away. Both men stuck thier fingers in thier ears as the charges detonated, sending a wave of dust over them.

As the dust cloud began to clear, Bran frowned slightly. "Damnit, that don' look like it's a mine at all.". The collapse was mostly cleared, and beyond it was a seemingly simple cave.
"Hold on, I think I found something!" Gretz said as he ran over to the edge of the collapse. His face lit up with curiosity as he looked at a metal rod with an odd green orb on the end. "Some kinda gem, might be part of a mage staff." Gretz said.
"Well lets move that rock off the base of it. Might be able to sell the staff off in Stormwind." Barn said as he started pushing the large boulder. As the boulder rolled away, both men wrinkled thier faces in disgust at what they found beneth it. A long dead human lay across the floor, most of his flesh rotted away and his hand still clutching the truncheon. The corpse wore a garment of midnight blue, with a similarly colored hooded cape strewn across it's back.
"Poor fellow. Wonder what he was doing all the way out here?" Gretz asked as he stared down.
"Leavin us treasures obviously. Bet the mage tower would pay a few gold to have this thing back." Bren said as he reached for the truncheon. As his hand neared the rod, the gem at the top began emiting an erie glow. "Yeah, thats definitly magical." the dwarf said with a chuckle. As his fingers closed around the rod however, the corpse's grip also tightened. Bran tried to pull his hand away, but found he couldn't move a muscle anymore. Then the corpse's eyes opened, and the empty sockets filled with a necromantic glow.
"Bran! Get back!" Gretz shouted. The gnome could only watch in horrer as the corpse placed a skeletal hand on Bran's chest. A dark green glow began to form around the skeleton's hand and quickly spread over Bran. The dwarf looked as if he was screaming but no sound was heard as Bran seemingly aged a lifetime in a matter of seconds. The undead however, began regrowing flesh across his skeletal frame. Muscles cascaded across the skeletal form. Skin began to cover most of the body. As Bran's skeleton fell to the floor with a puff of dust, the undead turned to Gretz and, with it's new face, smiled sadisticaly at him.

The Death Knight smiled as the little creature's bones fell to the floor. He pulled his hood over his head and surveyed his surroundings. The geometry of Khaz'Modan seemed different to him, but the sounds of battle were still evident in the valley below. Clearly the war had not ended, so he figured he had ethier not slumbered long, or warchief Doomhammer was more incompitent than Gul'Dan had expected. After a quick servey of the local landmarks, the Death Knight turned north to Hillsbrad.

((Noticed this story on the Homeland forums as well. Well done sir, well done! *applause* You've captured my attention. Now, what happens next?))

(( A great introduction. Love to see more. ))

((What happens next will ocur mostly in-game. But I can post the story here as it happens if you like.))

He had expected a Horde outpost when he reached the edge of Lorderon's border. He had not expected it to be manned by undead in purple armor however. As he decended into the outpost, the usual symbol of the Horde was largely overshadowed by violet banners emblazoned with a white mask. The Death Knight stoped to scrutinize one of the Undead at the post. It looked almost zombified. The thing wore chainmail haphazardly covered with puple cloth, and carried a traditionaly human sword and shield combination.

"Somethin' interestin' about my appearance sir?" someone said. Then the Death Knight realised the undead was talking, and it was talking to him.

"Um... no. I'm clearly lost. Where does the Horde make it's base of operations in this area?" The Death Knight asked in a heavily distorted voice, like an orc trying to speak with too small of lungs.

The undead looked at him with mild amusement. "Oh they musta yanked ya outa the ground recently. We Forsaken work outa the Undercity. Its, ya guessed it, under the former capital." The undead said.

"Thank you." The Death Kight replied as he started to continue down the path.

"Hold it a minuet! Whats yer name?" the Forsaken asked.

The Death Knight stoped and faced the guard. His hand tucked behind his back and began to glow an erie green. "I am Kol'than good sir." The Death Knight responded with a smile.

The Forsaken seemed to think for a moment before responding. "Huh, thought you owed me money. Think I woulda remembered a funny name like that though..."

Kol'than smiled as the glow around his hidden hand faded. Without another word he turned and began his treck through Silverpine Forest.

(( I'm a bit behind on these. This took place several weeks ago. ))

A sharp noise echoed through the halls. It was incesant and repeating, somewhere between driping water and someone mining. As the Forsaken located the source of the noise, his glowing blue eyes narrowed. "You could show some respect you know." He said to the blue robed figure sitting on the throne of Lorderon.

"Respect? For the human we've been fighting for the past two years?" Kol'than said from atop the throne. He continued taping his skeletal finger on the stone throne, amused by the annoyance it was obviously causing the Forsaken.

"Where have you been? King Terenas has been dead almost eight years." The Forsaken said. He smiled slightly as Kol'than stoped taping on the throne and looked at him with wide eyes.

"What year is it?" Kol'than demanded. His shocked expression quickly turned to a glare as the Forsaken simply chuckled and started walking towards the door. Kol'than stood, his voice distorting slightly as he shouted. "Answer me shuffler, or I'll put you back in the hole you were raised from!"

The Forsaken chuckled and turned back to face Kol'than. "Now see, its not wise to go and piss off a Death Knight of the Ebon Blade." The Forsaken said as he reached for the runeblade across his back.

Within seconds Kol'than had crossed the short distance between them, and enclosed a glowing hand around the Forsaken's throat. "You know nothing of Death Knights." Kol'than whispered as the Forsaken turned to dust in his hands. Kol'than couldn't help laughing as the heavy black plates thundered to the floor. Kol'than watched with curiosity as a small envelope fluttered out from one of the gauntlets. Kol'than picked it up and looked the note over. It was simple except for the black wax sealing it, which was pressed with the icon of a hand. Kol'than uncerimoniously opened the little letter and read it over. "How interesting." he said as a grin spread across his face.