[Skahra]: Why am I here?

[Zyro]

"Skahra!" Madam Nyx shouts.

Skahra stares deep into the eyes of those around him, with an emotion that cannot be judged by his own.

"Friends of the past, I come here from a long and distant journey. I was once, with you. The road has been hard, and I have learned my lesson in the ways of engineering. I am proud to serve the Lady Nyx once more, however, you should learn the story of why and how I came.

Many months ago, I left you. It was not by choice. Through an accident involving a teleportation device, It seems I was transported back to past years, months and days. When I awoke after the traumatic experience, fate would have me in The Lich King himself's hold. There he found me, after several days of hiding in the armory. It was then that he questioned why I was there, and insisted that all things must serve him.

He removed my powers of the light, so I may no longer heal. I could not protect myself, as he threw me into the darkness that this power truly is. It took many days for me to recover. When I came to, I was weak. Interestingly, my eyesight was restored. A fortnight later, after recovering, I was put into some sort of training camp. They taught me to use my abilities and I learned them well. I must admit, at first the powers of necromancy and disease were uncomfortable and foreign to me, but I swore to myself, deep down inside my heart, that someday I would have my revenge.

You may refer to me as Skahra. In a past life, you would have me called Lynden, but those days are long gone."

[Baelspar]

Lady Nyx has reclaimed her own. Well, just be sure to clean that armour. Having put some of it on myself, I know all the places that dirt and other soilents can get into. I was forced to work my way into Gnomeregon and have Yaen'gohl remove one of their cleaners. Fortunately, I was able to retrofit it with a titansteel kettle, whose capacity allowed me to throw the whole lot in. The tailors of Silvermoon were able replace the lining with something more acceptable to be placed against my skin. It may just be that the Death Knights use the flesh of the living to line their armour. Rather disgusting.

Glad to have you back, Lyn-...I mean, Skahra.