Allyk Karsin, Undead Tinker

Varimathras stalks out, the undead wretches having deposited their heavy burdens following quickly behind. I sit up and stretch until I hear vertebrate pop, not that my muscles suffer fatigue but some habits do not break as easily as others. Placing the pen back in the ink well set into the desk before me, I glare down at the blueprints that will allow "our" catapults to fire some near-meaningless percentage faster.
Standing up, I open the first heavy chest as a cloud of dust puffs up from the long ignored plans. Stacks soon form as I make a stack of each category, pulling out the odd blueprint that looks like it's more unique than the rest. Before I've even noticed it, night has fully embraced the land and I'm surrounded by piles of blueprints.
The physical effects of nerves no long bother me, one of the few perks of my new unlife, but my mind still reels as I read and re-read the blueprint held in my hands. "The Forsaken can NOT be allowed to create this device" My loyalty was already on shaky ground but these past.....months? have hardened my resolve to escape. Now with this discovery, I can not put it off any longer.
I run over to the alchemical station and begin mixing together reagents and chemicals until i have a bomb large enough to hide my escape. Rushing around I gather my few possessions and a handful of blueprints along with this new terrible one. Stuffing these plans down my shirt I rush out of Brill and into the night shortly before a massive explosion rocks the small outpost.

A hiss of frustration escapes my lips as I keep moving, trying to put as much distance between myself and any potential pursuit as I can. A shadow passes over me, looking up I see the Goblin zeppelin returning from Kalimdor to pick up the next batch of passengers. "Forsaken might be unknown across the sea, but if as much of it is as unexplored as I believe..... I should be able to hide until I can figure out what to do next." With a plan now in mind, I continue on toward the zeppelin tower trying to look as unassuming as I can. Behind me an undead squirrel chitters angrily at my back, upset at being disturbed by my out loud wondering.