We pressed onward through the frozen halls of the Icecrown Citadel. It felt as though we hadn’t been warm for years, and mutterings were heard wondering if we’d ever feel warm again. This small group, only 10 of us we were, were beginning to lose morale. It seemed as if the walls would freeze us and we would be trapped there like the thousands of skulls we walked across on our hunt for the Lich King. We killed every evil thing lurking in each hallway. The creeping Precious and Stinky and their hideous abomination owners died quickly under our horrified and heroic intent. We didn’t feel like heroes though as we tried to remove the stench of them and their disgusting Professor’s chemical mixtures. The Blood Queen and her council tried their magics and vile venomous bites, but were unable to withstand our might.
Sindragosa proved a tougher enemy. Her debilitating tail swipes and frost tombs had us scrambling in fear, but we overcame that too.
Finally, we reached the Lich King’s frozen throne. The Lord of death sat calmly waiting for us to approach, as if he had been watching us the entire length we had been in his citadel.
He slowly descended the stairs, yelling threats at Tirion, but we stood ready, in position waiting for him to face us. He stopped and froze Tirion. Gasping in fear and outrage, we pulled our courage around us like a protective cloak and unleashed all our powers. Warlocks hurled mighty shadow bolts, rogues slashed, attempting to pierce through the armor in his back to weaken him, mages cast spell after spell pinning him with frost bolts, fire bolts, arcane, anything they could throw at him. He ran in to the middle of the room, and called down freezing winters upon us. We laughed this off merrily, we had been freezing for months, what was one more storm? He tried to cast plagues, infestations, disgusting pools of defile to distract us from our murderous intent. We had paladins cleansing each infection off of us. He pulled down Valkyries from the skies to carry us off, but we were not willing to let anyone die, we stunned and killed those Valkyries before they could escape with our allies.
One moment we were fighting, and we had almost killed him, when the next moment we all died suddenly. We waited though as Tirion had broken free from his frost tomb, he was able to resurrect us, and we went back with a vengeance at killing the Lich King and stopping his evil work. We prevailed! Cheers rang out against the hollow throne as we stood around the corpse of the evil lord.
We have once again saved the world from a terrible fate. But recently the earth shakes, arguments are tearing apart alliances and the citizens feel uncertain. It is not good times my friends, something terrible is stirring under the earth. Change is certain.
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