• There I stood, the last surviving Blood Elf in the entire area. I gripped at my shoulder, at the new bandages covering the wounds left by the blades of the Death Knights. My men, my friends, my life was all gone. Why was I left alive?

    I wasn't alive. The Ebon Blades had resurrected me as a defilement of my honor. They had stripped my very pride from me. I swear revenge now. Naxxaramas will fall, with or without the help of the Horde heros.