Eva Sarkhoff

Eva Sarkhoff is a human ghost located inside the Scholomance on Caer Darrow in the Western Plaguelands.
==Biography==
Eva Sarkhoff was the head maid of the Barovs' residence in Caer Darrow. She was married to Alexei Barov's butler Lucien Sarkhoff.
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 experiments 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 death's 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.
==Quests==
*Doctor Theolen Krastinov, the Butcher (Classic) 
*Krastinov's Bag of Horrors (quest) 
*Kirtonos the Herald (Classic) 
*Doctor Theolen Krastinov, the Butcher 
*Kirtonos the Herald (quest) 
==Quotes==
===Gossip===
;In the Hall of the Damned after using Krastinov's Bag of Horrors
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;As you remove the toy buff
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:Time and time again I am forced to relive the memory of the Butcher. I do not understand why you appeared in his visage, but I am grateful that the cycle has broken; even if just this once.
:I fear our time is short, so I must be brief. I stashed my journal away where I thought it would never be found. If there is even the slightest chance that it has not been destroyed, it is paramount that you locate it.
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::I began to keep detailed records of what had happened here. Some of the atrocities were far, far worse than the words I chose to describe them. The world needs to know, so nothing like it ever happens again.
::And yet, there is still so much left unsaid, so much I couldn't bear to write...
::<Eva hesitates for a moment before regaining her composure.>
::Find my journal, <name>; find it and gather five candles of Caer Darrow. Bring them and something else that once belonged to me to a quiet place upstairs. Set up a site to prepare for a ritual, the rest will come to you naturally if you allow it.
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:::One last thing.
:::Caer Darrow is not as abandoned as it may seem at first glance. I suspect you may need to negotiate with the dead to acquire the candles. Take this, <name>. It is a piece of our own essence. It will allow you to communicate with the other lost souls.
:::Please hurry.
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::::Player will receive Inert Spectral Essence, or Spectral Essence, if Kirtonos the Herald (Classic) has been completed.
;After earning Memory of Scholomance
Thank you for all you have done, <name>. I may not know what the future has in store for Caer Darrow, but I feel a sense of peace that had long since become foreign to me.
Hello young <Master / Mistress>. I am Eva Sarkhoff and this is my husband, Lucien. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
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...
<Eva weeps.>
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.
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.
<Eva shudders.>
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.
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.
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.
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.'
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.
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. 
We feel nothing. Our souls remain here, in limbo. We are unable to leave until our remains are found and spirits laid to rest.
;After finishing the questline
==Relatives==
She might also be related to Tobias Sarkhoff.
==Patch changes==
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==See also==
*Remains of Eva Sarkhoff
==External links==
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Category:Human ghosts
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Category:Western Plaguelands NPCs
Category:Scholomance NPCs
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