"Would love to go romantic and say: my friends, and all the usual stuff…
But…
Been there, done that… and nothing on Da Other Side, my Troll friend, just a grim mirror of the Living world, it is gloomy; colors are muted, light is dimmed, the air is chill and life is generally dark and gray. dark clouds and mist, that hides the souls… faint moans. Shadows that used to torment us. Forget the “traditional” directions of the World of the Living, I suspect, the “Shadowlands” are just the outskrit of something disturbingly greater, I think it is the part of the Underworld closest to that lands of the living, a mirror “skin” of reality, with every location in the breathing realm having a corresponding location in the Shadowlands which, for the most part, obey conventional rules of distance.
But deeper?
Behind the mist, the swirling darkness?
I don’t know, never dared to wander “deeper” farther away from the Living world.
But from the corner of my eyes… sometimes, not always, just… sometimes… I see someone
Never actually catch her face, and when I turn to her, she is gone
But I’m sure, it is her
My sister
And it kills me a little inside every time
Question: If I would offer you a chance to become a Death Knight… would you accept my offer?