Name: Vinadine<br/>Class: Deathknight<br/>Race: Undead<br/><br/>Vinadine took a moment to gaze at this underground city, green slime and noxious gasses swirling around much like a river along the outskirts of the harrowing dungeon-like city, corpses bustling along at their own pace here and there. Every now and then she would lay her eyes on a couple of Orcs, their appearance quite out of place here in this crypt, most of which kept to themselves, obviously not liking their current assignments she would wager, having felt there distrust as she had made her way into the city through of the huge stone lifts from the surface.<br/><br/>Being her first time here, as far as she could remember – and that wasn't a lot – she had no real idea where she was heading, some signs at the fork in the path, along the inner 'ring' if she could call it that, had made out that this direction led to that of the apothecaries society, she had a fairly decent idea of what went on there though, having come from Durotar via the goblin constructions not to long ago, she had heard much of the betrayal and destruction these apothecaries had wrought up in northrend while she had been there, pity she had missed all of that, though she did not pity the outcome, because of that fiend, here she was clinging to some random corpses name, unable for the life of her to remember anything of her 'living' life, all she had now was the name and the gear she possesed, oh and a city of walking corpses to call 'home' perhaps.<br/><br/>“least your in control now you silly bitch, stop whining and move on, you've been through this before” she sighed, kicking herself inside, how often she had been told on the journey to Durotar that she had to leave all that behind and move on, no point clinging to something that wasn't there anymore.<br/><br/>Her pace was slow and unmotivated, just walking along, looking around, here and there a passers by would grunt or mutter a hello, more often than not she received a cold stare and a grimace from people, she took it that Deathknights in general were distrusted still, even among their own kind. One thing she noticed, and continued to focus on, as she walked past the living corpses, their eyes.. those glowing, yellow eyes.. the only thing that made her different to them, yet somehow, all that was needed to drive a wedge between herself and her kind. She sighed, shaking her head slightly as she lifted a bony hand to remove her helm, her short hair matted to her scalp, she found it hard to believe she had ever potentially been beautiful.<br/><br/>“Enough of this! Hmph.. my sword needs a good sharpening, where’s the bloody blacksmith” she groaned, more to get her mind off things, oh how she hated how her mind worked.. always wiggling its way to pondering her past. She looked up at the closest sign, pointing her in the direction she should take to find someone with the skills to sharpen and polish her sword, possibly her whole gear, she had money in enough supply, the advantage of having killed so many scarlet’s all those months ago.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>