Ramstein

I was overwhelmed. On this very stead, I stood... held my ground in defense of Lordaeron. The farm and all on it were waylaid by a gigantic wave of Scourge.

The wretch. The filth. It hovered above me, entrails hanging from its gaping chest cavity.

I woke as Scourge. For so long I was helpless. My mind had coalesced with the Lich King's.

She came for me... somewhere, somehow, I knew she would. Free.

And now, I must have my vengeance - my vengeance on that which took from me my life. Destroy it.

After Sylvanas freed me, I hunted the beast across these wastes for months. It fled to the safety of Stratholme. The bastard...

I wonder... did it beg for mercy? Could it know what mercy is?

<Nathanos spits.>

I will hang this beast's head upon my wall.

You have earned a spot amongst one of my champions, <name>.

<Nathanos salutes.>