Grim Views

“Issac! Where are you boy!?â€

Five years passed and much changed, Issac’s little sister Tannyth had run away from home and joined a crew of pirates according to sources as she had been plundering the coast of Tirisfal while Issac was put through relentless training by a dwarven instructor named Murann who gave him the title “The Ravencallerâ€

Two years passed, Issac has become a master with his axe now named “Fisuraâ€

As time passed the Scourge became a force of destruction across the land, slaughtering the remaining citizens of Lordaeron. Quel’Thalas was obliterated and their king slain, the Burning Legion came and took control of the scourge and left for Mount Hyjal where they were defeated by the combined forces of the humans, orcs, and a race of elves. Issac had stayed behind with three dreadlords Varimathras, Detheroc, and Balnazzar, the lich Kel’Thuzad, and the banshee, and former Ranger-General of Quel’Thalas, Sylvanas Windrunner along with many other Scourge forces that were left to defend the capital.  Sylvanas and Kel’Thuzad were discussing something in a hushed conversation both sneaking glares at the Dreadlords who were complaining about not hearing any news from Archimonde lately. Suddenly the doors burst open and Arthas rode in on Invincible.
“I must thank you for looking after my kingdom while I was away, however your services are no longer needed demons,â€

Raven and the necromancer trudged toward his home town when they arrived they approached a mound of dirt near his old home. “Resurrect the horse buried here,â€

Sylvanas left on an important errand soon after the great victory to the Orcish kingdom of Orgrimmar to establish new alliances for their protection, Varimathras was left in charge and he carried out his duties without hesitation. Raven sat in the throne room of the Undercity, a city under Lordaeron that was used for prisoners during Terenas’s reign now under the Forsaken’s control, watching Varimathras scold a messenger for being late, suddenly Sylvanas entered the room with an orc following close behind. Raven glanced over at his queen and Varimathras immediately stopped scolding the messenger.
“Welcome to my quarters Warchief, excuse me for one moment,â€

((This is just Raven's story of his life to his death and the beginning of his service to Sylvanas >.< There are flaws in it most likely such as major lore character quotes and spelling. Raven acts somewhat calm in my eyes whenever I read this, he only acts violently toward other races unless seeking their help, anyways I was hoping some people would read this and throw some tips my way maybe ))

(( It was a very good read! It made me sad when Arthas killed Nightwing, but I thought you captured the emotion of Issac well. I always thought it'd be interesting to read and write a story from a Forsaken's point of view, since some of them remember and some of them don't. I look forward to another story from you! ))