Sylvia,
Awake. I am awake at last. It feels like an eternity that I have slept. But something seems strange...off.
Looking around myself, I see a strange, winged woman in front of me. She explains to me that I have been awakened from the dead, given a second chance at life.
Before explaining more, she handed me this journal and pointed to my side where a black and red spider chittered contentedly.
Suddenly, sitting there, the memories came flooding back. Well, some of them at least. Especially the ones of her; my beloved Sylvia. I also remembered that in life, I was a former marksman. Looking back to the spider, I decided to name her Sylvia. She liked such creatures.
After giving me some time to reflect, the val'kyr, as she called herself, told me that I was free to do as I pleased, and that if I wished to serve the Dark Lady, I needed to speak with Mordo. Curious as to whom this Dark Lady is, I chose to go speak with Mordo.
The Undertaker seemed pleased with me. He said that my body has held up really well despite being dead for so long. I didn't get a chance to ask what he meant, however, as he asked me to go retrieve some embalming fluid and twine to stitch up the bodies that weren't as fortunate. Mordo paired me up with some tall chap named Darnell to go with me.
Darnell led the way to the Shadow Grave. While he searched the right side, I found what we needed on the left.
As I carried the items back to Undertaker Mordo, I began to wonder how many other undead were stitched up from someone else's dead body parts. I shuddered slightly, glad to know that my body parts were my own. Mordo praised me when I returned and next told me about how people handle undeath differently. Some of us maintain our free will, but are stuck in a world of fear and confusion while others have no mind whatsoever and turn into the truest form of zombie. He needed me to kill some of these zombies.
Also in need of my help was a gentleman by the name of Caretaker Cairce. He mentioned how being raised from the dead is strenuous and that not all handle it as well as I did. If they call just blithely going along with everything handling, I suppose that's fine. I haven't really been given much time to cope and think about it. Anyway, he said that there were three undead around here having some trouble coping and he wanted me to lend them an open ear to talk to.
I opted to kill some of the mindless ones as I walked over to the first person, Sylvia in tow.
The first of the other undead I spoke with was Valdred Moray. He seemed confused, like he didn't understand that he was dead. Once I explained everything to him, he calmed down some and chose to go report to Mordo to serve the Dark Lady.
The next person I went to speak with was a woman by the name of Lillian Voss. She was cowering in front of a tree, but when I tried to talk to her, she treated me like some sort of abomination and refused to believe that she was now undead.
Mulling in my mind, I went to speak with a man by the name of Marshal Redpath. He didn't mind so much that he was Forsaken. He was more upset that we wanted him to join us. I told him he was free to do as he wished and he babbled some nonsense about starting his own Forsaken with elbows.
I returned to both Mordo and Cairce, brooding about what I had seen and heard. I experienced some of the different archetypes of undeath. Well...if I had to be alive again, I'd rather be the way I am then like Lillian I guess. Urgh. I need some time to think.
~Victor
She's just not named in the screenshots because I took them before actually dubbing her Sylvia.))
