<span style="color: #0000ff">"i grew up happy, i loved my parents and my siblings... but as i neared adulthood things began to rapidly change. the Scourge was winning, we were running out of troops and in desperation to survive my tribe became even more evil then the Scourge, or at least that's how it looked from my perspective. so yes, in a fit of betrayal and horror i willingly became a Death Knight. for us survival against the weather was an endless battle, we didn't have time to make war on anyone else or do any of the other horrible shit some tribes got up to."</span>she pulled the blade out of the forge and waved him off.<span style="color: #0000ff">"lay off, we are nearly done."</span>she finished hammering in the second rune and set it aside to cool.<span style="color: #0000ff">"we will have to clean up the edge but then we should be done."</span><br/><br/>Jasmine shook her head and frowned.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"now you have a taste of how Vyre treated us, just add in actual violence and even more baseless arrogance... i mean Nyarien and Vyre are both utter failures as Highborne and they have bigger egos then Sharindia who is a paragon of Highborne success and their ancestor."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>