Evening in Booty-Bay.

It was a peaceful evening in Azeroth. All who can be killed was already killed. So the survivors were wandering the Booty Bay, fishing and just having some conversations. The blood in Stranglehorn Vale was already deep in the earth and the fresh breeze from the Sea made the air clean and innocent. Till the next morning.

But Gharb wasn't interested in all these things. Fresh air, beautiful sunset, peaceful atmosphere - that was nothing more than a blur remembrance to him.

He was sitting in the Booty Bay Inn with a large amount of Rum which he'd stolen from the pirate camp this day.

That was a really sad evening for him. First of all, he lost his arm again. Some brave night elf hunter cut it off when Gharb was fighing against a group of pirates. Though, the elf was also really dumb to do this cause sometime later Gharb returned there, took his arm found the elf and chopped his brainless head off.

But the arm is aching still.

Gharb was in a really sad mood. A human female sat nearby. He decided to share his feelings with that very well-known living creature...

Gharb stared at her for a moment and then decided to say something. Just to try at least.

Why you, Alliance people, are so cruel? You know.... I used to be a human... - Gharb gulped at one all the pint of Rum. The beginning of the conversation was stupid - he realised that. But he just had to begin from something.

Yes, I was. I wanted to become a paladin. To fight in the name of the King Terenas. For the Alliance. To create some justice and courage in this bloody and dishonourable world. Do you understand me? - Gharb waved his bony hand - Bah, of course you don't... You just need to slay some "enemies" - he marked this word with sarcasmic intonation. He was exited.

But such things happen with all the living creatures - they die. Do you know what is death? Do you have any knowledge of what is it?! - Ghab was nearly shouting now. The woman was gazing at him with attention. It seemed like she understands the undead speech. He continued.

I'll tell you everything about death, human. First of all you die. In general, creatures die in pain. My case wasn't original. I was fotrunate to catch a cursed plague. Several days in hellish agony - and my pain was gone. Simple. But, human, that wasn't the end. The true death was just approaching - Gharb poured another pint of Rum and handed to the woman. She thanked him.

Then I found myself standing at the cemetry. That was a bit weird feeling... I can't explain that - you have to feel it for yourself. I wasn't sure if I were dead or alive. But really soon I found a Voice in my head. It wasn't just a whisper. It wasn't any call. It was another, alien Mind inside my body. And I was forced to do everything this Mind was ordering to me. I couldn't do anything. First of all, this Mind ordered to kill. To kill everything that lives. Humans, orcs, trolls, animals... EVERYTHING! - Gharb bashed the table with such a force that the table cracked a bit.

And I WAS killing everything. Beginning from my friends - as they're living in the same village and ending with the most skillful warriors of the Night Elves and Humans! That was the Mind of Kel'Thuzed, that I was driven by. I was "dead" in the middle of the deepest and strongest nightmare I ever had. My only purpose was - to bring the End to all the living. That wasn't so pleasant to do, you know...

I hadn't got my will. I hadn't got any choice. I hadn't got my DEATH. The only things that was remaining - was my remembrance of my life, my broken feelings and a lot of pain. It's better to die forever of that plague screaming in endless agony than to live such a death. I was trying to free from the Kel'Thuzad's will. That was hopeless. So I lost my hope. Then I lost my mind. And I was killing... I slew many beautiful beings in this world. With my help the Night Elves lost their Sunwell and their immortality, the humans lost their capital, the orcs lost their greatest heroes... That IS my fault. But I WASN'T sorry for that. Because I was a living deathbringer, a true horror - Gharb stopped his speech for a while and for several minutes he's thinking about something. The he sighed and continued. - And that is death, human. That is the true death - you do not belong to yourself anymore. You're doing the things you would hate if you were alive! - THAT IS death! Your soul becomes spoiled, dark and empty!

And Lady Sylvanas gave me MY life back. Yes, I still haven't got my own will. But at least I'm not a mindless machine. I'm no longer being used for somebody's ideas. I don't care about anybody. And now I know that Lady Sylvanas will bring all the undead to their own peace in this world. I'm tired of pain, I'm tired of useless living. I know nothing about love. I know nothing about courage or justice. All I have now - is my mind, my purpose and my precious remembrance of all the feelings I used to have when I was alive. That is my treasure. And you just can't understand me. For you I'm just another ugly zombie that want to kill all the living. You've killed the Forsakens' messengers from Lady Sylvana. You cut off our hope for restorating peace. And more than that - all the damned Scourge and the truly Forsaken are the same to you. I despise that, brainless Allies.

He wasn't sure if he talked or just repeated his story in his mind. Maybe it was just his ill imaginations that brought another part of broken hope...

Alliance woman gently patted Gharb. Just for a moment he felt like he was alive again. Like he could love... another beings. That he could love all the life. But that feeling disappeared the same second.

He stood up, cursed the heavens for this death he has and bashed out the door or the Inn. A moon was shining in the bright sky. A group of humans outside the tavern was staring at him with digust.





When he was wandering the Stranglehorn Valley a blur shadow was following him. The shadow carefully approached Gharb from the back. Just a moment and Gharb fell down with a poisoned dagger in his back. He was trying to stand up but then another cold blade cut his throat. Human rogue took out the dagger, spitted on Gharb and laughed. His gnome comrade was happy too for the beatiful defeat of their victim.


"I was trying to be tolerate... I'll be trying still. But I'll slay anybody who will stand on my way! Alliance, thy hopes will wither like mine was, thy bodies will be cutted into pieces just with my dagger of pain, thy lives will be taken and then I'll show you the true eternal pain! And then you will be enlightened and will ask me for forgiveness. You, monster, will ask my misery being for forgivness!"


Gharb poisoned his daggers and melted in the shadows... he felt the anger coming to his mind