Anub'Arak

"Stop touching my carapace, fools!" His booming voice echoed the caverns below Yet the chosen champions kept their onslaught Being the master's envoy he had no choice His obedience was not his own though Long ago, himself the king of the spiders unknown His noble life ended with the master's blow Now mindless tool, caught in master's throes His last stand against the factions' hope Spikes pierce the ground, his summons close His efforts in vain, his master's anger known