A walking corpse, clad in runed saronite plating, accompanied by a small rather fragile looking scribe. The scribe takes a seat and pulls out parchment, quill and ink.
The hunched large dark undead slides off his large hollow helmet, revealing a grim horror to excuse of a face. Leather straps in place to hold it together, random tufts of hair sticking out here and there from ontop of his head, a long miscoloured tongue dripping tendrils of drool in place of his jaw. He solidly plants both of his palms on the scribes little bald head. An eerie glow now emits from, seemingly inside the scribes head. He then proceeds to write.
Good day...
I am Jorgh..my aftername I dont know...or dont remember? I.. Dont remember much of my past..nor wich one of them I should remember.
I have vague flashes of a childhood, weak memories of an adulthood I cannot put my finger on anywhere. the latest events I remember were the voices of someone great...big..someone rather powerful in my head..the..lich..king?.. yes! Bastard pulled me out of the dirt and started weaving his dark magic through me!.. Then there was a field of guts and raining blood..and then a flash?
Yes! Then there was the flash! Someone else, also of great power.. He cleared my mind with the whim of his hand. Felt like I awoke from a hazy dream in the middle of a battlefield! then I felt a rising anger swell up inside of my gut.. I felt like pummeling someone in the face for everything that just happened! All of a sudden some large commander approaches me and orders me to return to the ebon hold.. How did i know what it was? As if is word was law, I formed a dark shimmering portal out of thin air! Despite the suprise of my own power i went straight through it, like i was being guided.. Now i come to you. The Ebon Hold.. In hope someone will let me know whats going on..
A loud crackling noise followed by a disgusting splatter emits resoundedly. The corpse smears his bloodstained hand poorly off on his chest and leaves the scribe lying with an unrecognizable skullfracture.