ooc: I once had a paladin Alliance side on this server, he was married and ended up having a child before getting killed in the plaguelands. I RP Ocsic as this paladin come back as an undead. I hope you enjoy this!
Righeg watched in fascination as the forsaken sank to its knees. Seconds ago he had been sure he would die and then his niece had stepped from the house behind him, no more then eleven years old and with the golden hair of her father yet fine features of her eleven mother. Her appearance had halted the forsaken dead in its tracks and now, as it sank to its knees, it stared at the girl without moving. Righeg slowly stood again, dusting down his robes and retrieving his staff, the forsaken paid him no heed. It was speaking, or trying to, its jaw moved and words came out but it was gutterspeak, the forsaken language, and to humans it made no sense at all. Slowly a hand came up, not in a threatening gesture, but as if the forsaken were reaching out to touch the girl.
She took a step forward, eyes searching the rotted face before her as if looking for a clue to the forsakens identity. Its spoke rapid fire gutterseak again and suddenly it paused, reaching beneath its chest plate to pull out a faded letter and emerald green ring. Slowly it held them out towards the girl and she stepped forward to take it. Righeg knew he should stop her but he couldn’t move, he seemed frozen in the moment. The small living hand took the letter and ring and she stepped back, unfolding the letter and looking down at the writing and her eyes slowly grew wider. She opened her mouth to speak but as she did Righeg suddenly snapped out of his daze and launched a fireball that blew the undead over backwards.
“Get back Jade! You cannot trust the forsaken!”
The girl screamed and fell backwards as the forsaken rose, drawing a sword and launching himself at the mage. The two met in the centre of the yard, weapons flashing as they hammered at each other. The sound of their battle brought others from the village running and soon the undead was fighting viciously with both blades to keep the humans back. Amid all the fighting a young voice screamed at them to stop, desperately trying to pull men back from the forsaken only to be pushed back again and again. The forsaken could have fled but he fought on, never killing a man with his blows, only stunning or knocking them out cold. The villagers finally drew back slightly to take stock and it was then that the girl pushed her forward again, the letter and ring clutched tightly in one hand.
“Stop! That’s my father!”