Xanthiran

Xanthiran never did know how he died or to who was the cause all he could recall in days walking the cold black heart of Northrend known as Icecrown Citadel that he served the Lich Kingand was in training to become part of his Death Knights. He was nothing more than a stutent however on path that led him to power, death and ruin. In life he did not know simplest spells of any sort of magic but his teachers saw the power he had to use living life force to aid him and use aginst all who stood in his way, a;; it took was the push and pain of training of his mind and body to become a elite knight the Lich King. First he choose to train his body a

As Xanthiran walked among the ruins of New Avalong littered with remains of fallen Humans and Scourge with his Frostbrood Vanquisher known as Morrigan and a Geist not that far behind him, he recalled the lives he took not once feeling remorse or sorry for them. When Xanthiran came to a stop in front of a pile of stones Morrigan stood at his side the smell of death stronger than normal with both the undead dragon and Geist so close but the stench of both death and power which control both was the Death Knight that led them. The wind was a mere breeze like songs of soul trying to place guilt on him. "Destiny is a cruel mistress."  Aft