A Warrior's Lament

A Warriors Lament

Azeroth, home to all, death to some, glory for others.
Its lands bear fruit to us all, a place where our ancestors gave birth to its future, our past and present.
A land of snow and sand, forest and lava, man and beast, demons and spirits, of good and evil.
This is my home, my birth, my present and future, and one day my tomb.
Lands full of magic and steel, full of history, blood, and timeless battles of ages past and future.
Many forms of warriors scour the land, some seeking heroism, others searching of dark secrets.
Whether they find the heroes call or villainous temptation matters not to me for I am alone.

My name is Rinth'zal, a champion of Durotar and slayer of alliance scum.
I have faced the forces of Stormwind and stormed the castle of Illidan upon the Outlands.
By my sword I besieged the frozen norths of Northerend and helped end the wraith of the Lich King.
Using my strength I allied with the great Shaman Thrall and ended the cataclysm and Dreadwing.
Many other feats were bestowed upon me, such as helping slay the Magma Lord Ragnarok.
Descending into darkness I faced the Old Ones in the abyss and brought forth new light.
Even in Pandaria my might was tested as my raiding party permanently grounded the Thunder King.
But only Stormwind faced my wrath for I expected a tomb much earlier due to my only death.

Many warriors upon Azeroth fight and have no thought to death as they always expect resurrection.
Numerous spells exist in our world that raise us body and spirit and allow us to fight again and again.
I do not deny its help, but I find it cowardly to rely on second chances instead of fighting for your life.
Upon the battlefields, many a warrior give no thought to death and see it as a fair cheat to fame.
My death count is only one but after my first life, my second life anew had changed.
While some come back with spells, others naturally raise by way of another, a being only the dead see.
I faced my true death at the hands of the Stormwind King, only then did my soul meet her.

At first my only thought was of my death, then the rest returned in time yet they all meant nothing.
I drifted upon the ghostlands that once held my life and my honor yet the dead need none.
As I wandered, my memories slowly crept back into me and I learned something about myself.
Though I loved to fight for glory and for my leader Hellscream, I never learned of a womens touch.
Of course many a female would fall before me, I never allowed them in my heart for fear of being soft.
I was young and strong so love gave me no pause, yet it always lingered in my mind but as a weakness.
Only now when I could not have it did I yearn for it but such things were now beyond me.
I walked aimlessly or so I thought cause I found that I walked toward a strange light in this fog.
Soon the light began to take form and the closer I got, the more I found myself in awe of her.

She floated gracefully in the air, with her white robes dancing around her blue shimmering body.
Her eyes covered by a white blindfold yet I felt her essence gazing directly into my soul.
Only when my eyes had adjusted to her supreme beauty did I notice white angelic wings on her back.
Even though her physical presence was overwhelming, her radiating power penetrated me to my core.
Such power and beauty in one single being overtook my senses and for once in my life I was at peace.
Her delicate hands reached towards me and cupped my face “Come with me, my brave warrior”.
Suddenly my vision tunneled around me and I felt myself being pulled back, I reached for her in vein.
I screamed for her but no voice came and I heard a new voice calling to me “No, you will be mine”
This invisible hand gripped me harder and pulled me further to the darkness with such force.
My eyes strained to meet her and I saw her reach to me with a sad expression before I saw nothing.


At first there was nothing but soon I jolted awake to the smell of rotting flesh and boiling blood.
My head throbbed and I reached to comfort my head, but when I pulled my hand up I saw only bone.
Boney fingers with patches of flesh missing and rotting but that didnt scare me as much as my memory.
I could not recall anything, who was I, what was I, where was I, no answers prevailed me in my mind.
Soon my sight turned to the field of death and decay around me and no other being stirred in the mist.
I chose to take a stand and explore the area to find answers, with my sinew flesh holding my weight.
The area around me held no answers, only death and dead end until I heard the faint sound of feet.
I slowly turned around and felt a radiating power emanating from this person walking towards me.
Even though no exchange of words took place, I had a feeling that she was my answer.

“Welcome back to the living, so to speak” With those words I had a feeling what I was, undead.
I looked again at my hands “I....am.....undead?” but then my hands were enclosed by hers.
Shock overtook me as her hands touched mine, her delicate hands were warm and yet freezing cold.
They also provided comfort and strength, a guide and a goal, with her hands she provided my answer.
With that I looked upon the face of my new strength and was greeted with beauty yet stern.
Her slender face, darkened by death and wisdom and adorned with pointed ears gave her such grace.
A wicked smile carved her face as she gazed upon me “Yes but you are more than simply undead”.
“Something....more?” “Yes, something far greater than the undead. You are Forsaken and mine”.
Forsaken, that was who I was now, my defining edge, my core, my knowledge, and I am hers.
“Now tell me, my brave new Forsaken Warrior, what is your name?” Name, it echoed in my mind.
What was my name, I am Forsaken but that is not my name, who am I?

“I do....not know. What is....your name” A small chuckle replied followed by “I am Sylvanas”.
Sylvanas, such a beautiful name for my Dark Lady, my Dark Lady Sylvanas, but who am I?
Next thing I knew she placed a hand upon my head and I felt a surge of power flow into me.
“This should help you remember who you are” Such thoughts pounded my mind, I began to think.
Many memory’s flowed through me, brawls and raids fell before me and I remember stone walls.
I remember hundreds of warriors swarming....Stormwind to take the head of its king.
But my name, name, Name, NAme, NAMe, NAME, NAME, WHAT WAS MY NAME!
“Ri-ri-rinth...zal. I was called....Rinth'zal” “Rinth'zal? Much too orcish, no name for my Forsaken”
“My apologies, my Dark Lady. What name would you grace upon your warrior?”
A pleasant smirk appeared on her face “I knew I would like you, my new Forsaken Warrior...Vrithzal”
Vrithzal, the Forsakan Warrior of the Dark Lady Sylvanas, this is who and what I am now.
With that I gently grasped her hand and took a knee before her with my new knowledge and memory.
“I, Vrithzal, hereby swear my undying loyalty to you now and forever my Dark Lady Sylvanas”

After that day I fought in Honor of my Dark Lady and faced the legendary horrors of Azeroth.
Illidan and his brood were slain by my raiding party and my Forsaken fame grew.
I took vengeance upon the Lich King for tormenting my Dark Lady and our kind.
The quakes of the Cataclysm stopped when we stormed Dreadwing and brought him down.
Within the lands of Pandaria I faced the Thunder King and stood my ground when he fell.
Now the Horde faces a grim threat as our leader Hellscream opposes us for his own personal gain.
Yet I feel nothing as I gather our forces to take him down, for my heart belongs only to my Dark Lady.
But though she consumes my thoughts, every now and then I feel a pain in my dead heart.

When I see a warrior slain, I see a faint glow of a female being hovering over the dead.
Every time she turns to me with a sad smile and my mind burns as though I have forgotten something.
A wipe the tear away and march forth with that shadow in my heart for my two loves.