Waking Cold in Deathknell
An Undead paladin wakes free of the Lich King's grasp, learns what the Forsaken are, and is handed a grim duty against the Mindless Ones.
The Road
The day began at Shadow Grave in Tirisfal Glades, in the thin light of dawn. I stopped there a moment and simply took it in. A few minutes later I came down to Deathknell, still dawn, and paused again to look over the place that would be my first footing in this new life.
Deeds
Undertaker Mordo gave me my first request at Deathknell. "About time you woke up," he said, and told me they had been ready to toss me into the fire with the others. He is caretaker of the crypt, and he told me I was the Lich King's slave no more. He bade me speak with Shadow Priest Sarvis in the chapel at the base of the hill.
Sarvis greeted me as a paladin and said no other people on Azeroth had suffered as ours had, and that laughing in the face of death had become second nature to us. When I turned in my task, he said I must have been shocked to wake in the crypt with only the cold and Mordo for company. He explained that Lady Sylvanas, the Dark Lady, had freed us from the Lich King's control, and that we now war against the Scourge and the holdouts of humanity who dog our steps.
Then he gave me another charge, The Mindless Ones. The north of the village is overrun, and I am to destroy eight Mindless Zombies and eight Wretched Zombies. He said to show them no mercy, whatever they once were, for the Fallen are only the Lich King's slaves. I have not yet begun it.
Fellowship
Aramis Hammerhand greeted me as I left Sarvis, with a welcome back to the light and an offer of training. I did not take it up before the candle called me to rest.