((This is a private RP between The Madgod and myself.
The dark enveloped him. It wasn't cold, nor was it hot. It just... Was.
He didn't remember much. Nay, he couldn't remember much; yes, that was the problem. All he died remember was the bright flashes of light, then intense pain, and finally, the crushing darkness.
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It wasn't long after the Aspect of Death's Cataclysm before the Dark Lady sent for reinforcements for her army. She sent small parties everywhere, searching, raising indiscriminately. They cared not for whom you were in life; you simply needed to serve in death.
One such party, led by one Commander Acnoctus Shadowspire, and a few Val'akyr, had stumbled upon a massive graveyard in the Arathi Highlands. Perhaps a remnant from the Alliance-Horde war to take back/defend the Highlands. It mattered not; the battlefield and it's inhabitants would serve the Banshee Queen or they would feel Death's cold embrace once more.