In the desolate lands of Westfall, where the blight of the Eastern Plaguelands had yet to cast its shadow, my journey into darkness began. Once a mortal of ambition and desire, I found myself ensnared by the whispers of the undead, drawn to the promise of power and immortality. With a heart heavy with longing, I surrendered myself to the abyss, willingly embracing the curse of undeath.
Under the watchful gaze of Myrkul, the lord of bones, I emerged anew—a creature of the night, bound in eternal servitude. Guided by the whispers of the restless dead, I made my pilgrimage to the sprawling necropolis of Undercity, where the Undead Lords held sway.
In the halls of the Undead Lords, I pledged my allegiance to this fraternity, dedicating myself to the service of Myrkul and the harvesting of souls in his name. Under their tutelage, I honed my skills in the arts of war, learning to wield the dark energies that pulsed through my undead veins with deadly precision.
It was amidst the shadowed corridors of the necropolis that I first encountered Lord Shadow—a figure cloaked in darkness, his presence commanding and enigmatic. Under his guidance, I embarked upon a journey of self-discovery, delving deep into the forbidden mysteries of the arcane arts.
One such adventure led us to the haunted ruins of Stratholme, where the echoes of the past whispered through the crumbling walls like the cries of the damned. Guided by Lord Shadow’s wisdom, we navigated the treacherous labyrinth of undead horrors, confronting ancient evils that lurked in the shadows.
With each strike I unleashed, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. The sight of these twisted abominations, once living beings like myself, now enslaved to the darkness, stirred a sense of empathy within me—a longing for the peace that had been stolen from them in death.
Yet, in the depths of my being, there lay a darker truth that I dared not confront. The whispers of doubt and remorse were drowned out by the relentless drumbeat of my duty. I steeled myself against the rising tide of emotion, burying my doubts deep within the recesses of my soul.
I wielded my necrotic powers with a cold determination, striking down the undead horrors with ruthless efficiency. But with each foe felled by my hand, a part of me felt as though it slipped further into the abyss, consumed by the darkness that threatened to swallow me whole.
It was in a moment of fleeting clarity that the truth of my existence struck me like a blow to the chest. The line between victim and perpetrator had blurred beyond recognition. As I stood amidst the lifeless forms of the undead, I saw not enemies, but souls trapped in an endless cycle of torment.
But amidst the chaos and despair, a vision came to me—a dream of Lady Salina, a mysterious yet familiar figure from a distant realm. In her ethereal embrace, she beckoned me forth to a strange world known as Arrakis - in a parallel universe teeming with untold wonders and ancient secrets.
Driven by curiosity and the call of destiny, I heeded her summons, venturing into the unknown depths of the alien landscape. And as I stood upon the shifting sands of Arrakis, I knew that my journey had only just begun—for in the boundless expanse of the cosmos, there are mysteries yet to be unraveled and destinies yet to be forged.
