The green hills of Stranglethorn Vale, the snows of Northrend.
The dead broke free from the embrace of the earth and stood once more upon the snowy plains as a Death Knight. Her dim, lifeless eyes could no longer see the splendid panorama of life she once knew, and her precious memories drifted away like fragile bubbles in the wind.
Blood for a shield, frost for a blade, fel energy for a soul: the power of all three runes rests upon this single sword.
All right, enough chuuni stuff. In a nutshell: a Death Knight girl sets out to find herself again~
