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Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IVIVWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IV by Daneas
A Flame In The Dark
The orc sniffed the air.
“Hmm?” another one joined him. “What’s wrong, Rakro?”
Rakro sniffed the air a second time. “There’s a stench in the air.”
“This place has always smelt foul.” The other orc huffed and leaned against the barracks’ wall.
Both looked at the guards pacing to and fro and at those observing the land from the intimidating watchtowers. The wind blew again and a bitter chill enveloped them. It was followed by the squeaking and creaking of a loose wooden signboard.
“Rakro and Dest,” a tauren said as he walked out of the barracks, “keep an eye on that troll again. He’s drunk a bit too much.”
They both nodded. “I should’ve hit him harder the last time he got drunk,” Rakro said.
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IIIIIIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter III by Daneas
Old Enemies, Old Friends
“Highlord Fordring. I have a report concerning Northrend.”
Tirion sat on a bench reading in one of his few moments of leisure. He faced the messenger as soon as he heard his voice. “Everything is in order, I suppose.”
Sweat trickled down the messenger’s cheeks. “Actually...sir, there—you better read it yourself, my lord.” The renowned paladin put the book away, stood and took the letter containing the report. “I was only given a brief summary of what the report contains.” The messenger spoke as Tirion opened the seal and began reading. “Some mages of the Kirin Tor offered me safe passage to Hearthglen. Their abilities are at your disposal, sir. They await you at the main entrance,” he said, though he wasn’t sure his words had been heard. Then, for the first time in his life, he saw Tirion Fordring, wield
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IIIIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter II by Daneas
The Dead Still Live
There is much to do, Fordragon. The blade must be reforged, Northrend must be reclaimed and the lich must be found. He knows much. Too much.
The elven woman could also prove being useful, but be wary, she cannot be underestimated. Arthas did so, and almost perished. She too might be in search of Frostmourne. She cannot be all—
Bolvar hushed Ner'zhul as a nerubian erupted out of the ground. “Sire,” the creature said in a raspy voice. “It is an honour to serve you once again. We have been awaiting your return.”
Abominable little thing, Bolvar thought, although he didn't make his disgust visible. As he looked at the many undead that had come before him he came to the conclusion that the nerubian was probably the least revolting.
“I am Anarak. Anub'arak served you in the past but, alas, he no longer treads this world. I would like to
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter I by Daneas
Winds of Change
The birds fled, the winds howled, the living and the dead stirred as the presence of the Lich King was felt once again.
"Death to the Scourge! And death to the living!”
Bolvar shook his head to dismiss the memories. He stood close to the edge of the icy platform, looking, sensing, feeling the undead. He knew he hadn’t fully recovered yet. Unlike his predecessor, he only held sway over the cold lands of Northrend and even here not all the dead were under his control. Some wandered with minds of their own.
Beneath the citadel, scattered around Icecrown and beyond its borders he could almost see them: nerubians, ghouls, skeletons, dragons, vrykul, shades, liches.
He sought out the lich. He had served Ner’zhul and Arthas well and his wisdom could prove being useful even to Bolvar. Al
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