My name is Artacus and as im sure you have noticed, I am dead, although I guess not quite in the sense of the word since I am obviously telling you this story.I guess it makes more sense to say undead, only because while im not alive, im not lifeless. Before I died I had a family, a wife and two sons, I was a proud warrior for the forces of the alliance in the third war, and life was happy. But when the forces of the Lich threatened the world both horde and alliance put their fighting aside to unite to fight the threat. I was merely a casualty of war, and in my death enslaved by the lich, but that is old history and i prefer to not talk about it.

About me though? Well I was still a proud warrior, I was more compassionate than most of my undead brethren. I didn't enjoy seeing people suffer, or torture, but i did still get a rush when striking down a foe with an honorable kill. There wasn't much happiness in life anymore though. They say the heart is where things like love and compassion are felt, and while that may only be expressions but i was missing my heart, and I felt empty. Life as a zombie was cold, hated by humans and even untrusted by our horde allies. The only happiness that seemed possible to gain was killing, and just knowing we were still alive, or at least not dead. Because I wasn't extremely keen on killing life was dark, the only death I would often think of was my own. But that before she happened.

Whats that? Well I was only introducing myself to our new friends, but I will tell the story, i do know how you love it.