Undead? Surely not.
Gnarled trees sway and creak as echoing steps emerge from the crumbling crypt below. Yellow eyes peer at a world both foreign and familiar.
"Elwynn Forest has really let itself go," he mutters to himself.
Sir Aetoss Broadshield, famed paladin and hero of Stormwind, was surely not undead. Yes, surely not. His shield rattles on his exposed spine as he jaunts up to what he assumes is a friendly face.
"Fear not, I'm here! Let me guess - did Kobolds wreck the place? Or perhaps it was the Defias Brotherhood? They never learn do they? Well, fortunately I'm always willing to provide a lesson in divine justice!" The paladin laughs boisterously to himself.
The other figure holds up his lantern, eying the fresh recruit with a mixture of bewilderment and pity.
"Err... yes. Please help us, great paladin. The Scourge have been giving us a lot of trouble around these parts."
"The Scourge?! By the Light, it has been quite some time since they've crept so close to Stormwind! Seems like I have my work cut out for me, a Paladin's task is never done!"
The other figure stifles a laugh and uses his shovel to point towards the nearby town groaning with zombies, "Have at it, brave hero."
Aetoss readies his sword and shield, charging into the fray, "For the Light!"
The Crypt Keeper smiles to himself, "Just what we need around here.”
November 2024