Valkors was thankful for quite a few things, and one of the most important things he was thankful for was his skills within Alchemy. Being able to create many new and exciting potions to aid him in his undeath has been quite handy. Even though he had no eyes, he could still see. Even though he was rotting, he kept his flesh from decaying so quickly. Even though most undead knew only gutterspeak, he managed to retain his past memories of the language and his life as best he could.
A voice spoke to him "Landowar Lost burvon thought Valkors?" Valkors cursed his undead rotting brain for slowly forgetting his once primary tongue of speak. He looked up at the human female in front of him, her name, Orianna. Orianna's hair was a long dark black, which contrasted quite well with the white tabard and scarlet red flame displayed upon it. Quite funny for a forsaken like himself to be chatting with a member of the Scarlet Order. So they met in secret within the undead crypts of Duskwood, to exchange important information, as was usual with this contact of his... all notion of her once being a friend in life far in the back of this undead's mind.
"Valkors, bur landowar you want?" said Orianna as she held out some important documents. Valkors let out only a small nod as he reached out and grabbed the documents with his boney fingers. He read over them as best he could trying to make sense of it all. He gripped the paper tightly and tearing it to shreds after reading only half. That name caused him to go into fits of rage at times, and at others break down in what some folks may call crying... if you can cry without eyeballs or tearducts that is. Edwin VanCleef.... how he despised that man.
Orianna was about to speak when she noticed that the rogue undead was no longer in her sights. She sighed to herself and then slipped away into the shadows aswell, probably returning to see Sir Wyatt of the Scarlet Order. Valkors only caught fragments of memories within his mind of that young girl Orianna, aboard the ship of Captain Campbell. The Captain... the man who taught him the ways of the sea and how to use a gun... among other life important lessons such as holding his liquor and where some of the best brothel's within Stormwind were. Not that any of it mattered now... and with that Valkors headed off to his private hideout.
Posted by Valkors at 01:44 PM 5 April 2006