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[_Arakad_]

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The chill night air over The Lost Lands felt like ice striking into the flesh; but for the lost city of the dead whence 'flesh' was not an issue, much less the feeling of it being frost bitten. The walking dead continued their fumbling about upon the barren land of the one time fertile city. The Lich commanding their undead militia into groups for attack upon the road back to Papau.

The earth shifted beneath the fallen chapel near the center of the city, though the undead took not notice. Thin pale fingers clawed to the surface, a leather clad arm reaches upwards for the air above. Gripping at the lose soil, pulling its mass further into the frozen night air, the figure took in an unnecessary breath. The Undead clambered about noisily but still paying no mind to the man that just rose up from the ground.

Flexing his hands to regain his grip - the man also rolled his head upon his shoulders. Joints and tendons snapping out and back into correct position. "It feels good to be back" the creature speaks through gritted teeth, the glowing glyphs of ancient meer shimmered upon his face, he would run an thin set of fingers through the long white hair shaking out the debris of moist soil. Patting down his midnight armor with the other releasing a cloud of dust into the stale air.

"We have laid to long - to much time has passed. Order has grown stronger... It is time for Chaos to return to Sosaria." Those glowing sky blue eyes peering into the felucca moon above, he gave an almost sinister sneer before replacing the mask over his lower face and pulling the hood up over his head, he pushed off from the fallen rock of the one time magnificent chapel heading for the road towards Papau. "Next stop .. Umbra"

The Death Knight has returned.