Lonely, so lonely.
Vise walked the roads of Tirisfal Glades, head down, contemplating the events of her previous life which left her where she was now: alone, unloved, and Undead.
The narrow road between Deathknell and Brill held no answers. Others passed her, seemingly unaware of her presence, running their errands, doing their little chores, not seeing or caring for the quiet woman walking alone. Her condition knew nothing but pain and suffering. Her skin, mottled and gray opened, revealing joints and tendons, never to heal again. She was truly forsaken. The beautiful yet haunting Lady Sylvanas could not help; would not even sympathies. Her only commands were tasks and quests to forward the progress of Undercity's welfare against enemies, both foreign and domestic.
Yet, Vise believe there was more to this so called "life" which she had been forced into.
Then, lying in the unkept and uncut grass near a broken fence at the graveyard in Brill, a scrap of paper twitched in the breeze caught Vise's eye. Vise walked over to it and picked it up. Reading the ancient text her hopes grew. Perhaps this was what was missing; the key, or at least start, of the answer to her existence.
Written in what appeared to be blood were these words: Bring this ticket and yourself to Blizzcon for enlightenment and insight!
Slowly, Vise turned the prospect over in her now undead brain, curious if her fate would lead to what ever answers the epic event, talked and dreamed of by every sentient being from the lowest graves of Azeroth to the otherworldly reaches of Outland, would hold for her.
She stuck the paper into her molding robe pocket and started her long walk to Blizzcon.