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The last of The Four
"My name is Kazedor Scarr and I am the last of The Four.
For seven years I trudged through the snow and bitter cold of Northrend, searching for the object of my vengeance. My saronite plated shield, my battle-worn hammer, they have become so much a part of me that they are like extensions of my limbs and I feel naked without them.
I long for respite, to languish in the hallowed halls of Ironforge once more! Oh, to use yon hammer to build and not destroy! Oh to bask in the warmth of The Great Forge, to lose myself in the music of metal on anvil and drink myself drunk on the wine of creation!
I cannot return. Not yet! For I am honor bound and oathsworn to avenge the deaths of The Fallen Three and by the Holy Light I will not be denied! So I will search, from Basin to Tundra, from city to Citadel, until I find that unnatural creature, that vile and sinister, monsterous Undead whose disgusting dark arts took my friends from me - took their bodies, stole their souls, leaving nothing left.
So now I am the last. Do not mourn for me. The void in my heart I have filled with anger and hate, but the Holy Light has not forsaken me. My light-forged armor, my trusty shield, they have not failed me. Perhaps one day they will. Perhaps one day the snow and bitter cold will claim me as its own but I don't think so. No... by this quest's end I will confront that creature and the risen husks The Fallen Three have become and either I will deliver them all to the eternal peace of Final Death, or I, too, will join then in Darkness everlasting.
All I ask of you - whoever reads this tome - is to take this memoir to Light's Hope Chapel in the Eastern Plaguelands and find therein an agent of The Argent Dawn. Tell them! Tell them that if I am defeated, and risen, and a new Dark Four is formed in Northrend, that only Their Order and the Holy Light can help us all. " - excerpt from the Journal of Kazedor Scarr