A story I'm working on

The story is based in the Warcraft universe around a hero named Toregon a fallen hero of Lordaeron (by fallen I mean dead) who is given life once more by The Forsaken and goes on an adventure in the lands of Azeroth here's the first paragraph of my story and feedback is appreciated (by the way sorry about my bad grammar)

        Our story begins with our hero in a deep sleep and tranquility unlike anything the living would know with darkness all around him. Suddenly sensations of which he hadn’t felt since the last moments of his life returning to him and just as quickly as it ended, life returned to his body he awoke in a dark field surrounded with the living dead. One of them was speaking to him ‘What is your name?’ asked the undead man. Our hero did his best to answer but what came out of his mouth was maggots and vomit. The undead man then picked up a maggot and ate it and said ‘Can’t answer? Fine off to the pits with you’ but as the undead man gestured to the direction of where he was being sent another undead man interrupted. ‘Weavil! Look at his attire he was a man of great importance’ ‘Arthur he can’t even remember his name he’s worthless’ Weavil responded ‘I doubt that, he's just in need of my assistance’ as Arthur said this he gestured for two undead to come to our hero they turned him around and got him on his knees. ‘Now what is your name?’ Arthur asked as he brought out his whip our hero could not answer for his mind was in a fog suddenly a new sensation came over him as Arthur’s whip came in contact with his skin ‘What is your name?!’ Arthur asked again our hero shouted as the whip struck him another time ‘This is your last chance-What is your name?!’ as the whip struck our hero he shouted ‘TOREGON!’