Cerna nods "Very well. I will tell you what i know" She sat up and crossed her hooves to face her man

"He wasn't always an undead brute for a start. And his name was not always Aranor. In life he was an Orc Paladin and a damn good one at that. Back then he was known as Sir Araios the Gallant. He had faith in our version of the Light. But about two millenia ago...That changed. He was leading a group of us to safety after we were attacked, Myself being in that group. And yes, The incident that sealed his fate, sealed mine as well. But i digress

Anyway We were attacked by a large dragon-like Creature. It struck swiftly and without mercy. Shadows etching out from every gap in its jet black scales. It struck Aranor down in a single swipe of the tail. It then proceeded to raise him as an undead and branded him as what we now know as the "Undead King." To give him minions to serve him, the dragon mowed the rest of us down and ressurected us. Little more then mindless brutes....." She explained to the best of her ability