Actully i Must thank you all. i called blizzard. They are buying my account back and hookin me up with some items and gold in warhammer. Wicked!

He felt lost. Always lost. Lost, alone and incomplete, as if a part of his soul had been torn from him. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t smell, couldn’t feel... Time had no meaning, life had no meaning. Every night he wandered the roads, always shrouded in shadows, shunning people, not wanting to be seen. If only he could find what he’d lost, if only... It is time, he decided suddenly, for the first time in months thinking coherently again, it’s time to find what I lost on that day. But in order for him to find out what he’d lost, he knew he had to go to the one place he had sworn never to go again: the place where Harukhana had died.
With his ailing body and fragmented mind, bordering on insanity, he started walking, an inner compass guiding him to the Blasted Lands. His cloak of shadows was shrugged off near the town of Booty Bay, causing a panic on the road he was planning to take.
“By the gods, where did he come from?”
“Guards, call the guards!”
“Get him, don’t let him get away!”
The words meant nothing to him, since he had stopped caring about keeping himself in shape since Harukhana’s death. But even though he looked horrible, with his cracked skin, oozing wounds and the stench of decay that followed him everywhere nowadays, his muscles were still as strong as they always had been. So, when some of the braver folks attacked him, he grabbed hold of his faithful hammer with both hands and deflected the curses and spells that were shot at him. The pain they inflicted meant nothing to him, pain had been his companion for more than two years. After the casters were dealt with, two warriors attacked him. He easily took care of them, without killing them of course. Just as she would have wanted.