Conquest of the Horde

Day one,

This is the journal of a man with no name. I have no identity, no home, no friends, only ambition. I have given my life up in exchange for the promise of power, and a possible shot at immortality. It's a small window of opportunity, since so many have tried before, but failed miserably and instead became that which they once controlled. What they once held unbreakable power over goes free, and often ravages the master, and slays him in cold blood. I intend to learn from the mistakes of the past, and not follow the path of the failures of my art. No, I will live forever. I will become something far more powerful than any of my brethren that I know not of can imagine. I do not speak of Lichdom, either. That is too simple a goal, too easy to aim for, too understandable by my enemies, many as they are now that I have joined my new family.

I am a necromancer, and through the power of this arcane school, I will be something nobody else has ever been. I will be eternally young, eternally powerful, and forever remembered. Once upon a time, I wanted to merely be remembered. To be known of. To have a legacy after I passed on. Even before that, my life's ambition was too simple for me now; to become a legendary adventurer, to become a pioneer, to explore the unknown, to discover the newest creatures, and to slay the forgotten beings of Azeroth and beyond. A childish dream, I now realize as I reflect. Something that is beneath me. Azeroth won't ever love me, this I know.

So instead, Azeroth will fear me.

-Nobody

Day two,

Yesterday, I got a bit high and mighty in my journal. That was a mistake. Caution and patience must temper my ambition, no matter how high or low it is. I also sort of... didn't state what I was doing with this journal, mainly. So, I've decided that I'm going to simply say it. I'm jotting down my notes and thoughts, but most importantly, my progress in the art of necromancy. So, without further ado, here's where I am now.

I found a young male corpse today, partially decomposed, recently buried in the cemetery I frequent. I dug him up myself (can't trust anyone else to do the job, they might ask questions) and dragged him over to my undisclosed location of practice. I spent half an hour in preparation before I reanimated him. His upper torso, like my other subjects, animated just fine, but the legs just seem to twitch. I also had minimal control over the ghoul. He thrashed and clawed at everywhere around me, but couldn't bring himself to strike at me. While I cannot command my minions yet, I can at least make sure they don't attempt to harm me. An excellent beginning, I'd say. After the spell wore off, I started experimenting with reanimating only certain segments of the ghoul. I found I can animate only half of the body at once so far, but too much more taxes me. Trying a full animation lasted a full three seconds before everything broke down, and it did try and take a swing at me with it's claws. Tomorrow, I'll focus on teaching him to walk. Until then, he is frozen. As soon as I finish writing this, I'm off to practice my alchemy.

-Nobody

Day three,

I've encountered a sentient ghoul, I remember. Well, sentient isn't the right word. It was the night I took on my new identity, when the Master took me in, showed me that my dreams were too weak, too easy to obtain, that I could achieve something so much better than anything I wanted. He showed me I could reach for the impossible and grasp and bring that idea into reality through careful planning and my sheer force of will. He didn't say all this, of course, but he made me realize it. He probably thinks nothing of me.

Let him.

Anyways, I digress. I've decided to spend an hour a day investigating the giant cemetery (why can't I remember the name of it?) and search once more for this ghoul. I don't know if it was slain or not, because I was drugged right before it showed up. My memory may be faulty for that particular day, but I will still try. I want to dissect the creature, figure out how it's staying animated without a clear master, unless Morbent is controlling him... but then he would have attacked me on sight if he was. It's an interesting conundrum.

Now, onto my task at hand. My newest friend that I found, still in rather good shape, has been unfrozen. I decided to work on controlling before I further my research in the art of animation. That way, when it can walk around and fight, it won't try to tear my throat out. Eventually I'll mix the two skills together and become a necromancer proper, but I need to work my way up to that. Now, as for today's results, I was able to get the half-animated ghoul to follow basic instructions, such as "raise your right arm" and "tap your claws together", so on and so forth. I'm finding controlling the dead to be much, much easier than animating them. Not sure why this is. Perhaps I should just repossess the minions of other, less friendly necromancers rather than raise my own. After I'm capable of raising my own minions, of course.

-Nobody

Day twenty-four,

Success! Unbound, but obvious success! Today, I made my ghoul speak. I used sheer willpower in order to force my specimen to speak what I wanted it to. Seeing that it was a rather fresh cadaver, he spoke clearly and loudly. I only had to whisper oh so quietly the incantation and think the words I wanted it to speak. I developed a personality for him, too. I made him a Sir Frederick von Rascalli, a foreigner from a distant land who was made a knight in service to Stromgarde, and died defending Grand Hamlet from the dark curse that overtook it. We debated the new look of the place, and personally, I think that Darkshire suits the name better and it looks... better than it used to. Not that I know what it used to look like. In any case, the Sir is an idiot and is nothing more than a puppet to amuse me now. I have total dominion over him, and can animate his entire body for up to an hour a day. Soon, I will be able to please my Master through the power of my necromancy. He will take note of me. I will not be a nobody forever. But for now...

-Nobody

Day ?

I'm still alive.

-Nobody

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