Rune-etched Rimed Tome

[Anthek]

*Hidden away beyond the eyes of the living, this frozen book bears the name "Fimbulvetr" across it's front...*

In the beginning, there was only cold. In the end, it shall be the same. The Master's grasp encircles all, most of all, my still beating heart. It is an odd warmth among the biting chill that extends from my extremities at my beckon, to be alive and yet not at the same time. He is the only anchor left in me, and I am grateful.

My life past is irrecallable, even if it would suit a purpose to me now, and only the haunting pain remains, so I do not bother. All I need is the Master's voice and Greyfast in my hand, strange as it is. Three fingers... they weren't meant to hold a blade such as this, but fits comfortably all the same. Lord Tys'kvar says that it knows and molds to my grip and strength, an all too suiting gift from the one who brought me here. His bony hands somehow are so gentle when they caress my cheek, although I know it is because I am like a pet to him. I do not care.

My fur has been lightening in color a little. I don't know if it is from the frost or the state of my flesh, but I do miss the rich grey. Why do I think that? I suppose, even as I am, there's no surpressing a little femininity. I am reminded of it every time I stand aside another of the trainees, the looks they give me. I have finally seen another of my kind, but I am fearful to address him. His stoic nature distances even the others. It seems we are very few among the chosen, based on our inherent nature, but, without memory, it's of no matter to me.

I am not sure why I am even keeping this record, or what motivates me to do so. Do I still have my will? I've seen it in some of the others, that they've come willingly, but did I?

I--

*The ink is splattered here, like the pages were shut quickly before it could finish drying.*

[Anthek]

Lord Tys'kvar found me writing in this book, and, surprisingly, did not request that I stop, even after viewing my writing. He told me that, like the other trainees, I am special, and still have my own thoughts, unlike the few rotting laborers and guards that haunt the necropolis. He touched me as he always does, like his pet, and told me how I meant more to him than all the others, even the male tauren I've seen about. He did not tell me why, but I trust him above anyone else, besides the Master.

One of the others addressed me personally, for the first time in a long while, although it was not in a comforting manner. Humans, apparently, keep domesticated animals known as livestock, the females being called "cows." She thought to call me as such in a derogatory manner. I left her choking on her own frozen breath, and was promptly scolded for it by one of the instructors, although the human lived through it. I think my lord was mildly amused when he received the report. Cruelty, he called it, just as the world had shown me. I did not understand what he meant, but it is of no consequence.

I tried to approach Jurnmar, the male, again, but I could not shake off my timidness. All I want to know is if he remembers, if I can find out about what I am, to use it to my advantage against the disdain I've been receiving. I will show them why I am Lord Tys'kvar's favorite, and make sure they do not forget.

[Anthek]

((Just as a note, Fimbulvetr and Jurnmar use Norse pronounciation, said "Fehm-bull-vee-tur" and "Yurn-mahr."))

In a strange twist, Jurnmar was the one to approach me first. My nervousness around him must have been more apparent than I thought. He asked me why I had come to this place, and I answered that it was His Highness's will. He responded by shaking his head and told me that I did not belong. I was so upset by that, I nearly struck him with Greyfast, but stayed my hand, and instead walked away. I shook with anger and took it out on one of the ghouls, sacrificing it to give myself a little relief.

The only being I am comfortable with anymore is Lord Tys'kvar. The others be damned, even that stupid bull. A disgrace to the Shu'halo...

What does that word mean? I just wrote it, and I have no idea where it came from, or the reasoning to it. A disgrace? How?

My head is pounding, now. I'll have to continue writing another time, after the pain has passed...

[Anthek]

I had a dream, one that I dare not tell anyone else, although His Majesty likely saw it, anyway, if dreams are passed like that. I'd never experienced one before, or, at least, remember having one. I can't even tell Tys'kvar (he asked me to stop calling him "Lord").

I saw a forest, not the dead ones below the necropolis that are dead, grey, and white. It was green, vivid. I felt the desire to desecrate it with Blight where I could, but I could not bring my hand to corrupt any of the land. There was a face, no, two of them, ones that looked like my own, except one had brown and white fur, a male and a female. I can't recall who they are, or if they even truly ever existed.

My memories are coming back to me, but do I want them? Why now, of all times?

[Anthek]

*The words here are barely legible, scratched harshly onto the page with an unknown substance.*

kIILLl me! FReeE Me fffrOm ThIs tttoRMeNt! i i i i I WANT TO DIE! save ME! aN--

*And promptly cut off.*

[Anthek]

Gods, my head hurts. I haven't felt pain like this in so long, not even when I get injured while training. What the fel did I write before this? I can't read the words, some language I can no longer remember. I've been avoiding letting Tys'kvar see it because of this, or writing anything new, but he'll become wary of it soon enough. I wish it would just go away, everything that I've forgotten. It haunts my dreams, and makes my hands unsteady. At times, I want to ask Jurnmar about what these visions are, although I have little patience with him, still.

Worst of all, it seems I'm being sent away, soon enough. I'm to be accompanying the Acherus to combat our enemies abroad. I caught a glimpse of it's leader, Morgraine, a human, but he must have been powerful even while living. How long can I stand to be without my lord? On top of all that's been happening, I fear that I won't be able to stand toe to toe with the other knights.

[Anthek]

It begins...

As it stands now, I have been sent out into the fold, combating the Scarlet Crusade in an unfamiliar land. They have numbers, but they are still only mortal, and each day is another we subvert them, as their dead rise to add more to ours. It feels good to put my abilities to practice, freezing the humans in their tracks and watching their limbs snap and bodies shatter as I cut them down.

Most of all, though, he is here, His Highness, watching from atop Acherus. I was elated meeting him for the first time, although it was fleeting, as I took my orders and fulfilled them dutifully. The headaches seem to have stopped completely, with him nearby. I can hear his voice constantly, encouraging and comforting me. I almost feel like I'm back with Tys'kvar, but His Highness is so much stronger and louder in my mind.

I haven't seen Jurnmar since I arrived. I don't even know if he came with Acherus, although I had expected it, with so many other knights accompanying. Although the King is in direct command, Lord Darion is most active in leading, being the most powerful of us. I wanted to search Jurnmar out, but I just haven't had the oppurtunity, and I can't help but wonder why he seems to have disappeared, although, now, I see that there are some other tauren here as well. He was the first, though.

[Anthek]

Jurnmar is dead, and not coming back this time. The Scarlets got a hold of him, and "purified" his body. There was little left but ash, and I have nothing left to remind me of what I once was.

The pain is gone, only to be replaced with more memories that I don't want. I remember the taste of blood, sweat, and worse. I can see the face of my captor, and how I drove a stake through his throat to escape him. There was a land of stone spires, near the forest where I grew up, and where I was taken twice in captivity. My memories of my family are faint. My parents, long gone now, but I can see my mother in my mind, how she was when I was young. My brothers... Boroaam, he died, killed by the centaur. I hope Lee'she is alright.

Anthek...

I know now, the Scourge, what they've done. I just don't know if I care anymore. The voices in my head are gone, but I still can't remember my own name, so I remain Fimbulvetr. Who I was before is dead, but I am no longer Tys'kvar's pet. I will end the lich myself if I ever get a hold of him.

[Fimbulvetr]

Freedom... but for what purpose? What do I have left after I destroy Tys'kvar?

I don't know if I can face my brother, not like I am. I killed so many, in the Lich King's name, and I don't think I can be as I was, anymore. I still feel cold, dead, and, worst of all, alone. I don't want to talk to the other knights, and I avoided any familiar face I saw. There's nothing I can do.

[Fimbulvetr]

I've been spat on, cursed, and attacked numerous times. I ignore it or fight back when I can, but I know that I deserve it. Nearly every person that sees me stays away, if they don't try to harm me, all but Anthek. He found me, and I felt that he always would, can't escape that nose of his. I can't say I've ever felt more happy than when he held me again, like I'm still his little sister. I can't die yet, not until I have my revenge, and for my brother. I've made him worry so much, and I don't want to cause him any more pain. He's about all I have left.