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Q u o t e:
"AWAKE !!!!" This was my first memory, my first thought, my first pain, as it ripped into my aching head. "AWAKE NOW !!!!!" As I stumbled to my feet, the smell of rotting flesh filled my lungs, the acidic air gagging me with every breath. Sickness over takes me, bile crawls up my throat. Movement of muscles, bones, cartilage, even the slightest, cause me immense agony. Trying to speak, my words, raspy, come to my lips, as though I have not spoke for eons. "Who am I", escapes my mouth, for I have no memory. The booming voice emits " SILENCE" and my ability to speak is gone. I begin to tremble as the voice begins.

"Listen to me carefully, wench and listen well, for I nether have the patience or will to repeat myself. All you need to know at this point is that I have awoken you to serve my purpose, which in time will be made clear, even to you. The Makers in their infinite wisdom have intertwined our destinies, and your path is now my path. Your old life is not a concern of mine, but you new existence is. Know this, I have given you knowledge of the Magic Arts of Fire, Arcane and Ice, take this knowledge and hone your skills. Your power to control these will increase by using them on our enemies and others who stand in our way. Now crawl out of this crypt, and begin our work. I will return to you, once you have proven yourself"

Then the voice was gone.

I try to speak, but my voice is still silenced, words it seems will not be needed by me, at least at this time. I inch towards the stairs, toward the light, toward uncertainty. The more I move, the less it hurts, as I climb the stairs of the grave, a felling rushes over me, a feeling of energy, and want, a want to hurt, to injury, to kill. Reaching outside I see a creature, a bat hovering in the air, instinct forms my right hand into a first, I feel and hear the air sucking into my lungs, but not just air, a life force from nature is with it. My hand starts to shake, flames engulf my fist, but it does not hurt me, then the flaming energy is released towards the bat, bursting it into flames. The bat, barely alive, enrages and charges me, again I throw another 'fireball", the bat falls dead. Sulfur scent fills the air around me, along with discharged energy, the vapors intoxicate me, I have killed and I cannot wait to do it again. Besides my name and powers, the only thing I am certain of, is my hatred of Alliance.

Hi all, re-rolled on Sunday to my first RP server, looking to see you all on the battlefields

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