Ealya Frostmoon was a young night elf mage, who excelled in the field of frost magic. She had recently left her birthplace of Teldrassil. She was venturing through the Barrens, killing local wildlife for other locals, what some would call "questing". She spotted a few horde, she was just starting out on her own and it looked like they were too. She decided that they could be left to their own devices as long as they left her alone. On a few of the tougher foes, some of the Horde had even helped her, differing from the blood thirsty monsters her childhood stories had depicted.

Ealya kept this up for quite some time, earning valuable heirlooms from locals in exchange for work, when she spotted an undead. She noticed that he was remarkable well preserved for an undead, hardly any rot on him. He also seemed to be better equipped than most horde in the area. He wore elegant dark robes as well as a hood over his face. He would cast a spell and any creature near him would either flee in fear or drop dead, clutching their head. Ealya thought that this undead may not be as passive as most other horde in the area. She tried to run, but was struck with a paralyzing pain in her head. She dropped to her knees, clutching her head, trying to stop the hurting. She didn't even notice as the undead approached her.

"Would you like it to go away?" he asked her in a deep, raspy voice.

She looked at him pleadingly, just wanting to be left alone. "Please, just take what you want and go."

He let out a deep chuckle at this. "Oh believe me night elf, I will take exactly what I want. And what I want is you." as he assumed a shadowy form. Ealya knew what he was, he was a shadow priest. He excelled in shadow magic, especially against the mind. He gently extended his arm towards Ealya's face and a dark magic aura started to form, making its way towards Ealya's head. "Now you will listen to my orders, and you will obey." He stated matter-of-factly.

Ealya at that point knew what he wanted and what he was doing. He was attempting to control her mind. She attempted to fight back, casting a flimsy fireball in his direction. The undead dismissed it immediately, and the dark magic aura returned, this time stronger. The undead barked at Ealya again, "You will listen to my orders, and you will obey me, night elf! Now rise and bow before your new master!"

Ealya had no choice, she attempted to resist, but her body would not let her. She slowly rose to her feet, then fell to one knee. She continued to try to resist, but it was futile, her body uttered the words he wanted. "Yes master. I will obey you."

The undead smiled at her submission. "Good. Now, what is your name?" He asked her.

She responded flatly. She attempted to resist him, but it failed miserably. "My name is Ealya Frostmoon. Mage of the Kal'dorei."
The undead grinned evilly. "Good, I am Romek Swiftgrieve. I am now your master, and your owner. Now place your arms behind your back and submit to restraints."

Ealya heard herself, feeling like this had to be a dream, but couldn't wake herself. Her body was forced to place her arms behind her back. "Yes Master." she uttered, shamefully. Romek placed her wrists in shackles, and placed a metal collar around her neck, with a leash attached.

Romek pulled the leash tight. "Now, Ealya, you will follow your master back to the Crossroads, where I will obtain a flight to my home. There, you will follow my every order."
Ealya couldn't believe her ears. The Crossroads? That place was completely occupied by the Horde. Would she be killed? Or worse, taken back to this undead's home to be used in ways she couldn't even imagine? She tried to force herself to flee, but her body remained motionless, as she stated her new mantra. "Yes Master, I will obey."