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The heavy booted feet of the hulk that was Kalimdor Menethil soudned out in the courtyard as he walked behind Iris whose whispy, lithe frame nearly drifted over the steps. Ahead of the two of them was his Queen and master, Pandora, to whom he served above all others. His gleaming red eyes instantly found the skeletal rider on the horse of haunting flames. The draugr whose lidless eyes stared out at the souls before him. The guards backed at his approach much as they did with Kalimdor but with much more a superstitious type of fear. Kalimdor inspired fear in others, he was physically imposing. Those around him feared the pains they would suffer at his hands. This death knight inspired a different type of fear all together. The fear of the unknown. The fear of death itself. During Kalimdor's travels through hell to hone his demonic powers he'd seen a great many terrible things and the pure, debilitating power of fear of what lurks beneath the grave is a power unlike no other that Kalimdor respected. His own power was different yet akin to it, like two sides of the same coin. He was the searing heat of chaos while this death knight was the icy grip of death. A fine pair of generals. Then there was Iris, the haunting essence of darkness itself. The three would surely bring this world to it's knees. Kalimdor stepped down to the courtyard to match his burning gaze with the hollow lifeless stare of the death knight before a dark smile formed on his face.

"I yearn to see this one in battle my Queen, our enemies will tear themselves apart with fear at the sight of him. What say you Iris?"

The massive demonic Overlord asked, his booming voice echoing out in the courtyard. Standing half a foot taller than the large death knight Kalimdor's mind began flashing with images of the blood that would spill in the wake of the trio.