A new beginning.

I was out picking flowers again, then the world went dark...I awoke with the dank smell of the sepulcher in Deathknell full in what remained of my nostrils.
"Not again..."
A emaciated form waited to direct me up the stairs and back out to what it barely a town. A hamlet, if you will, sprung up around this all important grave where the Forsaken tend to awaken.
"Go, speak to Shadow Priest Sarvis. He'll have work for you."
"Yeah, yeah. I've done this a million times. You always seem to say the same thing."
The step led up to the gloomy trees and rotten buildings of Deathknell. Been there, done that, but it felt...somehow different this time around.
A guard called out to me as I lurched past.
"You! Are you Kharbrydis?"
"Uh-huh." My eyebrow raised over an empty socket. "What of it?'
"Post for you today."
"What? I just woke up. Is this some kind of joke?"
"No idea, but there was a package waiting for you. Said to be on the lookout, since you were due to revive today and to have the package delivered into your hands before anything else happened."
"Odd." I took the package and sat right down on the ground to dig into it. It's not everyday you get a death-day present from a stranger. "Hmm, there's a note"
Dear Kharbrydis,
I hope this finds you in as good a health as your kind tends to have. I hope that these daggers and the armor help you with making the long trek to Northrend and beyond.
your pal,
Nibbies
"Who left this?"
"No one saw anything, it just appeared"
"Well, never look a gift horse in the mouth, good way to get your fingers bitten"
I pulled on the armor and affixed the worn shoulder pads to my scrawny frame. The daggers had a comfortable, well broken in feel to the handles. They were also razor sharp and emitted a soft greenish glow that spoke of enchantment.
"Yeah." I said quietly to myself, "I think that these are gonna do just fine"