My name is Chrupek. I am a Slavic man, fan of Ashan.
Once, I was a dark elf, loyal to Malassa and the laws of underground. Fighting with dwarves, I was better than all the other assasins. I was lucky, real lucky. But my luck ended abruptly, when a dwarven fire spell ended my life and destroyed my clan. Its history faded away through twenty years. Nobody even mentioned Silverarrow clan anymore. But everything changed when a fellow necromancer passed through a tunnel where I died, my grave. He resurrected me, so I could serve him to the end of eternity. But he was bad, so I killed him. His forces didn't fight with me, though. They joined me. Since then, I was a peaceful death knight, seeking for vengeance on dwarves.