(( I'll write down some more info later. ))

Name: Armillian Artem Nategarth
Nickname: Ner'ithoz or The Malicious
Rank: Fallen Scarlet Champion
Original race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown, around 35 at the time of his death
Profession/class: Mainly a warrior and a skilled blacksmith.



*~Physical Description~*

Before you stands a rather tall undead. His flesh hasn't decayed much, but instead it's covered in stitches and slices. The few joints visible are covered in scratches and burnmarks. His face is still well formed, and you can nearly make out what he looked like when he was alive. His skin is light-blue and his eyes differ from yellow to purple.


*~Background Story~*

Armillian Nategarth was once a highly respected Champion within the Scarlet Crusade ranks. Before the Crusade, he was a guardsman of Lordaeron and king Terenas Menethil II. Soon the plague came along, and like many others, he joined the Crusade to vanquish the scourge from the world. However, he soon realised that the ways of the Crusade could be foul and deceiving from time to time. But he kept his mouth shut about it, seeing as others had been punished or killed for saying anything that could be interpreted as undead sympathizing. He was stationed in Tyr's Hand, and he executed the orders given to him without questioning, whether it would be to purge entire villages that supposedly had been plagued, or striking at undead outposts. He quickly climbed the ranks and eventually became a Champion of the Crusade. As the months passed, his reputation grew, but his belief in the Crusade faded for each passing day. One day, Armillian was called up to the Scarlet Basilica in Tyr's Hand, where he was ordered by the High General to execute a fellow member of the Crusade. Armillian had executed alot of traitors and infidels, but this was different; he knew that the woman was innocent. He knew, since it was his own wife, who had also joined the Crusade in order to help. She was a priestess and had been accused for siding with the scourge. Of course, these rumors was nothing but wild imagination from someone jealous of her status. He refused to have her executed, and the High General ordered the guards to arrest Armillian. He was thrown into a cage, and kept outside for five days, feeding on bread and water. He was then released and geared up for a new mission; to march against Stratholme, with nothing but fifty men, those fifty men most likely being 'undead sympathizers'. Soon, the fifty crusaders and Armillian marched out through the gates of Tyr's Hand as dead and burnt roses were dropped above them, swaying slowly in the air and down to the ground before the men. They were accompanied by guards to make sure that they reached their destination instead of deserting. Nearly a day later, they reached the back entrance. They were forced in by the guards, many being killed right at the entrance for not wanting to go in. Those few who saw resisting as pointless walked straight in without questioning. They passed the second gate, reaching the Elders' Square, the stench of death and burnt flesh stinging in their noses. It didn't take long for the undead to arrive at the square, surrounding the small amount of crusaders. "We, the true crusaders of the Light, less than fifty to the numbers, an army most small. We shall die for the right cause, none other!" was that last thing Armillian said before charging straight into the undead masses with his fourty or so last remaining men. Of course, they didn't stand a chance against the undead forces. The crusaders was slaughtered within a few minutes, and as the last screams of pain was laid to silence, the only noice heard was those of the undead, and the suffocating gurgles of poor Armillian Nategarth, as he was coughing up blood. He managed to remove his helm, and peered down to his chest to find himself impaled on his own sword, that had been knocked out of his hands earlier. As his vision faded off into a strong white light, the last thing he saw was the silhouettes of ghouls closing in on his body. At last, the final rest; or so he thought. He was brought back to serve the Lich King, which he did for some time before breaking lose with the rest of the Dark Lady's undead forces. Today, Armillian is on his own crusade, helping in whatever way possible to drive the scourge away from his homeland. The legend of Armillian Nategarth and the death of him and his fifty crusaders is a well known one.

Perhaps you've stumbled across it yourself once?


(( I will develop the story further at some point. ))[/B][B][/B][B][B]