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Dralmere Bleason

Name	Dralmere
Occupation	Courier and Librarian for Brill
Age	Middle Aged

Race	Undead
Residence	Brill
Guild	Brill

Outward Appearance	Dralmere walks with a distinct spring in his step, his hair is combed back and greasy and he often sports a grin which reveals his rotten teeth, coated in plaque. His face has not yet decayed to the extent of most Undead as he is still a newcomer to Undeath its self. He often carries with him a large sack cloth bag, which is usually slung lazily over his back and always full to the brim with strange cuisine and objects. His back bone has already petruded through the skin in his back and creates a huge boney arch leading from his neck to just below the middle of his back.

Outward Appearance

Dralmere walks with a distinct spring in his step, his hair is combed back and greasy and he often sports a grin which reveals his rotten teeth, coated in plaque. His face has not yet decayed to the extent of most Undead as he is still a newcomer to Undeath its self.

He often carries with him a large sack cloth bag, which is usually slung lazily over his back and always full to the brim with strange cuisine and objects. His back bone has already petruded through the skin in his back and creates a huge boney arch leading from his neck to just below the middle of his back.

Background

In life Dralmere was a courier, travelling to and from places with messages, mail or packages, covering huge distances on horse back, sometimes on foot. He depended on nothing but what he could gather whilst on the road and his dagger. He often rode hooded and swift past the Horde settlements, not realising that one day he would walk freely amongst such settlements, and even call one home.

Dralmere had one client in particular, a writer. He would have Dralmere take his books to friends and outlets alike. It was from such books that Dralmere developed a passion for reading, and even writing himself and would later create short stories and tales to keep him occupied at night on his travels.

After a year of working for the writer, Dralmere received and strange job. He was to deliver a book to a member of the Scarlet Crusade in the Plaguelands, and to uphold complete discretion, no one other than the writer, Dralmere and the Scarlet where to find out about this job. Obviously curious Dralmere inspected the book on the road, he opened it to find no novel, but only a compartment hidden within the book, built in to make it look like the real thing. Upon inspection Dralmere discovered a syringe like device and a note, the note read...

Here it is, as you asked. I imagine my courier got it

to you in time, he is trustable enough, so do not worry

about him making our business public.

The Elixir should start to work about five minutes after

injection, turning any living creature into the walking

dead. Put it to good use old friend.

...Dralmere was shocked to find this, and in a panic left the book behind. He realised he was now part of a very thick plot, and made haste to return home, promising himself he would never contact the writer again. He rode through treacherous forests, over scorching deserts and sailed the seas to reach his homeland of Southshore. Eventually he reached his family home days after he discovered the syringe, he did not find an open fire, or a nice roast waiting for him on the table, but the blood of his loved ones splattered against the walls, and he watched as it slowly slid down the wooden walls and onto the floor, where it found its way into the cracks and seems of the floorboards.

The writer was waiting for him, and there he stood smirking, drenched in the blood of Dralmere's family. Aside from being smeared with blood, he looked different, a wicked glow to his eye and wore an emotion Dralmere had never seen him bear. Before Dralmere even had time to react he was struck from behind, he fell back, his last sight in life was that of an upside down Scarlet tabard, no questions, no answers, just un-death.