T H E D E A T H T W I N S: A Pair of Monks

About the Death Twins

We were born in Darnassass a long long time ago. We were very rare identical twin night elves. So rare that we were ostracized by many superstitious citizens in the Alliance community. We roamed the world, doing good where we could until one night we were killed in our sleep by an agent of the Alliance who thought because we were twins, we must be evil.

We were laid in a single coffin, side by side, and placed in a crypt far away from our homeland. A single name was scratched on the outside of our coffin and all it said was "Riviera". We rotted there for more than two long years. Time moves so slowly when you are dead.

One foggy morning, we found the strength to emerge into the strange new world of the undead, and assumed the names Rivíera and Rivìera as a reminder of our tragic doom from the side of the living. We wondered how it could be that our souls were somehow revived and we found our answer in the Undercity. We were, like so many others, called to duty from the grave by the Queen, Lady Sylvanas.

So, now we are here again, but the world seems so strange and different than the one we barely can recall from our past. As undead beings, we serve the Queen now and will gladly kill those who shunned us in our former lives.

We have become dead upon the world. Undead.

And so it begins.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

A Pair of Monks

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