All around him the crys of battle roared like an untamed beast, with an unquenchable thirst. For his part Dagaz had already cut down so many of the undead, that threatened all life he had lost count. As he re entered the fore it began once more a familiar feeling as a rage from deep within, a pure rage that warriors enter, when caught up in the heat of battle, It was a welcome feeling, for it told him he was alive. In a blink of a moment he felt a sudden pain,yet from where in his body he was not to sure as something else begin to flow within that rage. It rushed like a wild storm sweeping through him. It was altering and transforming him. within a flash of his awareness, there had been a fundamental change within Dagaz. .

" How ? ..."

"Why ask ? ..... when you you already know the answer... ", he could hear the whisperings of his thoughts, and within them was another voice it was separate, apart from him, yet it was if it now became apart of him. He could not put into words, he could not recall, yet all the same, he knew. His memories before this moment in time all that had been were like leaves on a breeze, that had been picked up and carried off to places long forgotten, all that had been before this moment was now but a distant echo of a dream.

Within the throng of battle, Dagaz had helped secure another dawn, yet the cost of doing so was paid with his life. The evil he had vanquished, was not to be so easily destroyed. Within the spaces between the moments of death, Dagaz had been chosen. It was the hour of his dark rebirth. Now he had been as others before him. Risen up from the mass's. One among thousands. All he knew, all he was, all he had accomplished, had been swept aside. He had been reborn, re made. He was to become more than he ever had been.

Yet this knowledge caused him no concern or panic. His past now no longer seemed to matter, it was no longer important in any way. In this moment in time all that mattered was hearing the splendour held in the voice that whispered in his mind, The tones within the words were like welcoming arms to embrace him. Calling to him, beaconing him to step beyond all he had known.

He was, he now realised, head down, bowed on one knee. In an instant he felt a sharp pain in his chest, a pain that then screamed from every fibre of his being. As a feeling of surprise and shock washed over him,everything faded everything was blocked out, by the pain that screamed through him. The Pain only grew and intensified within him to the point where it was blinding. He could no longer think of anything all he knew was pain upon pain, then he felt as if he was falling into darkness, an abyss where time itself no longer held sway, and within and between those minutes he heard that voice call him, by name. Then as suddenly as he had felt the pain, he no longer felt anything. He knew whom this voice belonged to, it was if he heard the answer to the unasked question, whispered in his ear. Then hearing his own voice, as if for the first time. He listened to himself utter in reply "Arthas my king....I serve only your will"

" The Lich King will be pleased with this one, Place Upon him the trappings befitting a herald of Arthas"

Two voices replied as one, Yes Instructor Razuvious

Only now hearing this other voice, over power his own., He felt as if he had awoken from a slumber

" Dagaz rise up and stand, you have been measured. Your master awaits your arrival."

Dagaz stood and lifting his head he could see to one side stood two Necromancers. it was these that had lifted him from the field of battle, and it was these that had conjured upon him the garments he now wore.

Dagaz peered up into the face of Instructor Razuvious

He was a giant of a man at least eight feet tall, His complexion was a pale gray,save for some dark markings upon his face that made his eyes that stared back look like deadly pools of unending darkness. Yet Dagaz held no fear, what was there to fear here in Ebon ? The fortress of the immortals re born. Not even Naxxranas could with stand an assault form the floating citidal of the Lich King

Dagaz walked toward the Balcony there he knew his king awaited him, his boots echoed on the cold gray stones and all about him were the servants of the scourge.

The room was circular in design. It was divvied into two distinct half's. These half's were split into quarters or stations, each appeared to have its purpose.

Directly in the centre of the hall lay a lower curricular area reminiscent of an arena it was cut in half by stairs opposite each other, leading down to the floor. Either side of the stairs, those that he guessed were initiates that had displeased the Linch King, and thus were unworthy . As his eyes travelled over their forms, Each was in a kneeling postion, they all had a look about them, like mortals who's very souls had been broken and defeated. They were all held in place by chains created from the shadows of evil, forged in the flames of Hatred and cooled in the tears of sorrow. Other than this cursory glance about his new surroundings, his focus was set to his master's will. Before him was the front half of the hall. A set of stairs lead up to the Balconey, in the very center of them they had been carved into a horse shoe shape, in the center stood a dais, a piller of coloured light shone up from it, yet there was no discernable sorce of the power. Dagaz took the stairs to the right. As he did Dagaz felt what he knew to be a chill wind, yet for such a cool wind he showed no reaction to its crisp bite, nor did he react, when upon it came the scents of fire, rotten corpses, misery and death.

His King was standing upon the balcony his back to the approaching knight, He could easily feel his presence drawing nearer as he awaited his newest creation to join him.

Having walked up the stairs Dagaz now saw ahead of him his King, yet what caught his breath was the sight of the Madains just behind and to either side. Each were winged, the beating of thier wings allowed them to hover some feet off the ground. They both looked as a mirrored reflection of the other, they were ethral in appreance, as if they were only part of this world and part of a world beyound. Upon their heads were to caped helms two braids of hair flowed down unto their breasts which were covered in a black breast plate of armour, Bands of what could have been leather were woven and wraped from their wrists up their fore arms. Upon their feet they wore sandals, with the ties wraping up their well defined claves. They were in short a sight no words could adiquitly describe, who they were and what purpose they served Dagaz did not know, and captured in thier breath taking beauty he did not care. It was only by his will to serve that he was able to tear his gaze from them and proceeed to approch his King. As he did so, the Lich King Arthas turned to face his newest Death Knight. Dagaz bowed on one knee before his Lord and Master.

" Stand and look below us, My champion in making, even now the Mortals of the scarlet crusade scuttle about trying to undo all I have done, all I have created, Their pathetic efforts are pointless. They are a blight upon the Land, a blight that will be easily swept aside... You my chosen shall be my instrument of retribution, all that stand against us shall perish. Go now for where you tread doom will be your companion, now only blood and the newly reborn will follow in your wake. The time has come to fulfil your density." He could feel the eyes of the king penetrating every part of him digging deep into his very being as if searching for any flaw that had not yet been revelled. " Go now your instruction into the order of Death Knights begins, with Instructor Razuvious." the King had dismissed him and turned back to gaze out on the lands far below.

A Sense of pride surged through him now, as he walked back to receive his first instruction as a fully accepted Death Knight, He had answered the call, he had been chosen and lifted above those he saw around him, He was an elite, a part of the dark brotherhood a bound that travelled through space and time itself. To serve was his only aim, to excel as a death Knight his only goal.

As he walked back he now inspected his surroundings in greater detail

Directly to the Left of him. Was one of the four stations. here tables of dark alchemy stood, before them stood the servants of the scourge. One stood out form among the others. A giant of re animated flesh created from bodies unknown, it had three arms in one of its hands was held a chain to which a hook was attached. In the other an axe or giant cleaver, his third arm and hand that spawned from his back held a rod with a hook like head, Yet the most notable feature was the gaping opening of it's abdomen. It seemed only the darkest magic that had created him, also served to hold his innards from spilling out. Moving about where half decayed bodies. Each carrying on with it business at hand. On the far side to his right, Skeletal blacksmiths worked upon anvils shaping and forging weapons and Armour for the ever growing army. Between the two groups of smiths was a carved giant skull out of the wall its eye sockets glowing red with a power of their own within the open jaw he could see dark shadows twisting.

His eye carried round the room, directly in front of him, in the centre, of the back half of the hall. A second giant skull it was as the first and it was between two stations. To the right of it he saw two carts being filled with corpses of the failed, awaiting to be taken to where ever it was they were disposed of, or were they to be used ? IT was not his concern, for to the left of the second skull stood the two necromancer's , along with Instructor Razuvious.

As he walked past One of the giant skulls directly to his left he could see clearly within the gapping jaws was an anvil. It was from this, that dark fume like tendrils curled as they rose, which Dagaz had first took for as shadows.Yet now he felt they had a life and power of their own connected as all here were to the will of the Lich King.

As he walked over to receive his first instructions, he watched as one of the Necromancers stepped forward rising her arms as she did a ring of glowing glyphs and runes appeared upon the floor. IT was into this a near naked man appeared. He was as Dagaz had been knelling with head down. He stood and watched. Then suddenly the human called out " the pain , the pain, take it away, please make it stop"

Dagaz had drawn closer he could now see clearly, the agony of pain upon the humans face, every muscle in his body seemed to tense and twist.

The commanding voice of the Instructor could clearly be heard over the screaming, with a look of loathing and disgust upon his face he addressed the man knelt before him. "You have been measured and found wanting" Turning, he spoke to the necromancer to the far left "dispose of it"

The Necromancer simply nooded a reply, as a perverse look of pure pleasure swept over the other wise mask like face, stepping forth he spoke. " creatures of the darkness come feast. " No sooner than the words had been uttered the shadows that danced upon the floor from the near by torch's began to slide and shift forming what could only be described as, four dark pools of liquid. From these, arms of rotting flesh and bone reached up and out, placing each on the solid floor, lifting the creature's head then torso then finally its legs, The captive looked about, horror dawning upon his face as the realization of what was about to happen sunk in. Each of the four ghouls clearly salivating, then they pounced as one. Each tearing at the flesh the screams of agony that tore through the hall, only seemed to fuel hunger lust, then the screams suddenly ended. Leaving only the sound of flesh and muscle being torn from the body, followed by the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard. The only other sounds to be accompanied with the dismemberment was that of the ghouls themselves, as they slurped and sucked, feasting upon the body, devouring it in little time, then looking about as if hungry for more and seeing nothing left to feast upon. They simply slipped back into the shadows of the floor once more.