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|The subject of this article was removed from World of Warcraft in patch 5.0.4.
|Relative(s)||Lucien Sarkhoff (husband)|
When the Barov family accepted Kel'Thuzad's offer of immortality, Eva and Lucien hid in the corridors of the Caer Darrow keep. They stole food from their former masters and survived that way for six months. In those months they watched horrors of the Scourge arriving to gain further training in the arts of necromancy everyday. But then it happened.
They were discovered by the undead and they were used for experiements of Doctor Theolen Krastinov. They were tortured for days and weeks, denied death by magical means. When finally the Doctor was finished with them and they felt deaths embrace, it was but a short pleasure. Lucien and Eva were revived and thrown to the ghouls, who devoured them.
Now their spirits are trapped in Azeroth, and they ask adventurers to travel to Scholomance and burn their remains, so that they can leave Azeroth for eternity.
Hello young <Master / Mistress>. I am Eva Sarkhoff and this is my husband, Lucien. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
The pleasure is mine, madam. Might I ask what it is that you are doing here?
Certainly, <sir/miss>. We were once servants of the house Barov: What is now known as the Scholomance.
I was the head maid and Lucien was Master Barov's butler.
We had worked for the Barovs for decades, until...
Until what, Eva? I must know.
Oh it's just so horrible, <sir / miss>. The house Barov was once full of life... full of splendor. The manor was the Barov's primary residence amidst their far reaching empire.
Lucien and I noticed that as the days progressed, the Barovs became depressed. Despondent. Paranoia and rage often overcame the master and missus. At night, we could hear the Barovs arguing in their chambers. From what we understood, their greed had 'broken the dam,' so to speak.
What do you mean?
We suspect that in order to preserve their fortune and hold of the land - well past their lifespan - the Barovs made a deal with a powerful human mage named Kel'Thuzad.
From this deal sprang the school of necromancy: A place which bore the Cult of the Damned and would become their capital.
As each week passed, the house Barov became more and more decrepit...
Dark beings began to take residence in the various wings of the house. Upkeep became impossible... and disgusting.
Why didn't you just leave?
And go where? It was all that we knew; all that we had known and all that we would ever know.
Eventually, we lost contact with the Barovs and ultimately, were separated from the household. We knew not what happened to the other servants, only that there were screams. Tortured screams.
Knowing that we had nowhere to go, Lucien and I were forced to hide in our quarters. During the day, when the school was relatively quiet, Lucien would sneak out to scrounge up food and drink.
So what happened?
We did this for about six months and watched as the house went through horrifying changes. Foul monsters roamed through the manor at will. Dark cultists populated every inch with various paraphernalia relating to rituals and sacrifices. We knew that we could not hide much longer.
As expected, we were found and captured. They stripped us of all our clothes and laid us out inside a circle of blood. We sat there for days, naked and terrified.
No restraints? Just in a circle?
Restraints? There are things in this world far more restraining than bars and shackles, young <master / mistress>. The undead surrounded us, constantly tormenting us with horrifying acts of depravity.
Finally, he came. He introduced himself as Doctor Theolen Krastinov. We came to know him as 'The Butcher.'
Tell me more.
We finally understood what the screams were from. The Butcher exposed us to pain that we did not know existed. He used us in countless experiments, attempting to devise a plague.
The days turned to weeks. We would have died on the first day had it not been for that cruel monster keeping us alive through magical means.
This is an atrocity.
The Butcher would speak of 'the blood of innocents,' and his dark master, 'Kirtonos.' Of how he must appease his master.
Finally, the beast was done with his experiments. We had been drained of all life. Our spirits shattered. The sweet embrace of death was upon us and we welcomed it with open arms. But in his infinite cruelty, the Butcher revived us from death's door.
We were to be kept alive and thrown to his ravenous ghouls. He laughed as he watched the fiends devour our flesh.
I feel sick.
We feel nothing. Our souls remain here, in limbo. We are unable to leave until our remains are found and spirits laid to rest.
What can I do to help?
- After finishing the questline
Eva, I have lost the Spectral Essence. I need another.
She might also be related to Tobias Sarkhoff.
- Patch 5.0.4 (2012-08-28): Removed.
- Patch 4.0.3a (2010-11-23): Moved inside Scholomance from her previous location, just outside the instance entrance. Level set to 43 from previous 54.