Another old doodle I found and just slap colored.

Arkhe is my warlock, and I came up with an backstory for her as I repeatedly farmed for perfect fel tainted worg testicles or whatnot. Arkhe stayed in her native village in what is now the Eastern Plaguelands until the plague swept through. She did what she did, and surprisingly she found honor and compassion in her dark and twisted tomboy heart. After surviving by sheer will and spite for many months, she began stumbling eastward to the last refuges in Tirisfal Glades. The plague overcame her on that road, and by the time she had made it to Deathknell her flesh had succumbed. She eventually twisted free of the Legion and Lich King's thrall, and became the kooky Arkhe we all know and give knowing glances about.

So here she is on the road to Tirisfal Glades, the fungal plague choking her lungs and her body transforming.

Arkhe and art is © me, as are some concepts. The rest is © whoever holds WoW IP.