From the journal of Sir Isaac Garevel
...I have begun this new journal to help chronicle my new...life...within the Forsaken. How better to begin my story than with my death...
....It had been two long, cold winters since the fall of the great Lion, his tatered banners brought us no warmth, only memories of his courage. How we needed it in thoses dark times...when the vile trolls of the Second Gurubashi Empire along with Horde mercenaries held the city of Stromgarde under siege and had finally broken down it's gates.
Many had begin fleeing for the inner sanctum of the city...while a small band of knights...my...knights held out as long as we could. I remember the details, vividly.
The Gurubashi savages descended upon us like vultures to dead carrion, five to each of my knights, their wicked spears and arrows pieced our battle-worn armour, many died before they could draw their blades. I was lucky, I was able to cut down at least one of the monsters before my chest became riddled with arrows. As I stumbled backward to the warm and wet puddles of blood that covered the ground, I saw on the bridge, our "Queen and Princess" no true child of Arathorian blood should flee...in the sight of our hated foes..no true child of my Lord Seiken...would quit the field.
I lay there, my life's blood flowing into the cobblestone of the streets. The trolls losing interest of their kill charged onward into the city...seeking new pray to hunt. I saw something glitter in the mist of the battle...a small silver badge, in the form of a raven, old memories came speeding back, of the moment that my lord presented me with my own, making me part of his Silver Ravens...his honour guard. More memories came and went of old battles or former glories before the darkness finally took me...and my new life within the Forsaken would begin.