(ARF! Boss hovering over my shoulder made me post this in the wrong bloody forum! Please move to the one above >.<)
Such a small word and yet without it, we would not exist. It is one of those things that you never appreciate until it’s gone. I now walk through this world as one of the undead, the antithesis of life. Or so I thought back then, but I digress. Let me begin, where everything first started.
Of my true life before, I remember nothing; such is the way of this curse. I awoke to a dark and dreary world of decay. There was no light present yet I could still see, box like objects, coffins, surrounding me. I recoiled at the sight before me, yet not from any fear or disgust felt at the time, merely some ingrained reaction from a past long forgotten. I attempted to stand but my limbs appeared not to respond. I recall looking down and seeing my body as it now was, pure white bone with the occasional clump of rotted flesh. Again I felt no fear or surprise, after all what do the undead have to fear. This lack of blood driven muscles, of the binding flesh that surrounds mortals was merely a set back. My mind surged forward, deep into myself looking for a way to move, to be free.
And I found it. The will to move. My will. A force, which transcended the barrier between mortality and immortality. My will to survive and push myself beyond all limits to accomplish my goal. Yet there was a voice, quiet at first but with a commanding power to it, instructing me to yield and obey. A self-proclaimed king of the dead ordering me to become one of his army. Images of conquest poured through my mind, enemies surrendering before me, bowing and claiming servitude. But no. It wasn’t before me. It was before my master; The Lich King. Master. My Master. The words echoed through my consciousness;
Somehow sounding wrong and out of place. Why should I serve another? Why could the power not be mine alone? The voice, the King, must have heard my thoughts for an intense pain permeated my body, quickly working it’s way to the part of my mind that was still my own. the place my will stemmed from. I had to stop it at any cost. He intended to destroy the only part of myself that was left and turn me into a mindless slave, bound to his iron grasp. I tried, fruitlessly at first, to block his presence, but it carved a path through my mind like water through rock, heading towards the centre of my defiance. It cascaded against the defences I had hurriedly put up like a tidal wave against a wooden fence. Again there was no fear, no despair, only a clarity of mind that allowed me to focus. To focus and call upon forces that were not my own.
For in the darkness there was another voice. One that didn’t call for my obedience. It offered me power. The power to defeat this intruder in my mind. The power to be great.
It offered…and I took it.
(OOC- Ok guys so this is probably my second ever attempt at writing something like this. Keep in mind that it is a rough first draft and only the first paragraph ish of a story. I am not really happy with the flow of the story yet and I need to flesh bits out but it is a start. My grammar etc also needs touching up. But hey, I was bored at work and needed something to do.
So thought's please. Worth continuing with? Feel free to add OOC- comments)
This will be entirely OOC:
Great story, Insom. All this understatement about the flow and grammar are unnecessary. And it is damn worth continuing. It is really revealing how an Undead comes to life and how he sees the world, so go on
That was excellent. Please continue mate.
nodnod I'm not quite good in english, so i often don't want to read long postings, but your story totally held me in your spell.
I like it.
Just out of interest did you research before writing or is it all assumptions made by yourself.
When I wrote my initial background I tried to find out what I could about 'the turning' but drew a blank. do undead have memories of their previous life?, did all the undead appear at the 'poison grain time' or did some turn afterwards?, do the forsaken turn ppl?
I'd love to find a website that gives details of this nature.
Thanks for the positive feedback guys, much appreciated!
Skarr - Nope, didn't really research it. I read somewhere about not retaining your memory from your 'life' in one of the official stories and decided to keep it.
The rest is basically how I came about. I feel that the Warcraft universe allows you quite a large amount of artistic license when it comes to you characters background.
Plus I don't plan on following the standard Warlock lust/rise to power either.
You always get oddballs in a species, I am merely using that to my advantage.
I think I may continue with the story then. I have lots of ideas floating around that I would like to use but unfortunately is seems I need to be bored at work to actually place them into a coherent document
well thats 35 hours a week you can didicate to it then