I figure becoming undead and discovering I can be a warlock counts as big. Heh. This is fun.
So anyway, my sister goes undead, our parents die, and I decided stuff this. Life as an orphan sucks. I coulda wormed my way into another family no problem, but with everyone in our village terrified of the Undead Plague and the Scourge what sorta life would that've been? Poor and hungry and hiding all the time, that's what. I figured, if you can't have a good life where you are, switch sides... so that's what I did. Broke into a house where a family had been boarded up to die and stayed with them until I knew I'd caught the Plague. Purely selfish motives. Sure, I brought them water and stuff, but that was just to maximise my contact with them. I ain't soft.
Definitely ain't soft now. Forget the blond curls and big blue eyes (they were useful but oh well), now it's kinda greenish hair and no eyes. Beats me how I can still see, but if it works don't knock it. Who cares... I'm working on getting my own way through intimidation and dark powers now, and the whole no-eyes look works for that. Had to kinda strap the back of my head back on when I woke up undead, too.
'Course, I didn't know I'd wake up Forsaken instead of Scourge. Didn't know the Forsaken existed. Good thing I ended up where I did, though, 'cause being Scourge would be even more of a pain than being alive and poor. AND I get to be a warlock! Now I'm feared instead of fearful (not that I was ever the scared type) and I've got my minions Jaknam and Zhar'grave to put the fear on anyone who doesn't wanna play.
Zhar'GRAVE. Heh. Great name for an undead's minion. I like that, and he whines less than Jaknam anyway. "Is this REALLY necessary?" Yes, now shut up and fry that guy, I want his loot. "This was not in my contract!" Oh yes it was, I made sure. It's your job to take one for the team, i.e. me. Zhar'grave just says things like "It will be done." Much better.
Well, gotta go kill werewolf thingies now. A warlock's work is never done.
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