An Instrument of Judgment

[murder_row]

Archerus, the grand citadel of death.  It had no equal in this world and not even the mighty Naxxramas could withstand a direct assault from the Ebon Hold.  What horrible things there were to observe within its walls.  The floors were scattered with the corpses of those found unworthy.  Had I cared?  Was the stench of blood nauseatingly overpowerful or did the smell lend itself to my power?  We had only one mission:  Death to all.  None were to stand boldly before the might of the Scourge without reprisal.

Death knights were made for war and we would be the instruments of his judgment.