Post by shadesofjoe on Sept 25, 2014 13:32:25 GMT -5
I will never forsake you.
Years later, the words still echoed deep within the Dark Lady's thoughts. Many things had come to pass since she had spoken them. Quel'thalas had fallen, Arthas had ascended and been put down, and Varimathras had finally shown his treacherous hand, losing his head in the process. Victories, defeats, and... other changes had shaped Sylvanas Windrunner into a being completely unrecognizable when compared against who she was when she first swore fealty to Prince Kael'thas. Some devotions, however, cannot be broken, even by death.
She was determined to keep her promise to Kael'thas... by whatever means necessary.
Of course, a promise kept doesn't necessarily mean a promise unaltered. While Sylvanas still bore allegiance to Kael'thas in her heart, she had no intention of bending the knee to him once her work was done. No... they would rule Azeroth as equals. The dream was on the precipice of fruition. Only two final details remained.
The Dark Lady's agents had succeeded in recovering Kael'Thas' remains from Magister's Terrace, save his head, which is still in the keeping of Exarch Larethor. Sylvanas had no love for the Dranei. Given the chance, she would put the entire lot of goats down without hesitation, but there were appearances to keep with the Alliance. Fortunately, the Shattered Sun Offensive held allegiance to neither Alliance nor Horde, which meant she could move against them without raising Varian's ire. The goat's days were all-but-numbered.
Unfortunately, recovering the head was the easy part.
Raising Kael'thas from the dead once more could only be achieved by re-creating his essence in lichform. The magics needed for such an endeavor were beyond comparison, and heretofore the only source capable of such a transformation lay deep within the heart of Quel'thalas--the Sunwell.
But even now, twisted in undeath, she couldn't bring the misery of destroying the Sunwell upon her former people. Not again.
Given recent events, her understanding of Scourgelore had increased at least three orders of magnitude, and with it the knowledge of one other relic that held the power to create life anew from death...
The helm of the Lich King.
But as far as anyone else knew the Lich King was dead and his magics with him. Fools. The lot of them. Sylvanas had seen Arthas' replacement atop the Frozen Throne with her very own eyes. She had been blinded by anger in the moment, oblivious to the finer details, but the passage of time had given her the insight she needed to put all the pieces together.
The Alliance shoulder plate. The flesh still ripe with the stench of the red dragonflight. Fording's ominous silence on the matter. They could only mean one thing.
There is a new Lich King, and his name is Bolvar Fordragon.
Imbeciles. They should have let sleeping kings lie.
Their ignorance would be their undoing. Soon she would march on Icecrown and complete her grand vision...
The Banshee Queen and a true Lich King with Azeroth at its knees before them.
Years later, the words still echoed deep within the Dark Lady's thoughts. Many things had come to pass since she had spoken them. Quel'thalas had fallen, Arthas had ascended and been put down, and Varimathras had finally shown his treacherous hand, losing his head in the process. Victories, defeats, and... other changes had shaped Sylvanas Windrunner into a being completely unrecognizable when compared against who she was when she first swore fealty to Prince Kael'thas. Some devotions, however, cannot be broken, even by death.
She was determined to keep her promise to Kael'thas... by whatever means necessary.
Of course, a promise kept doesn't necessarily mean a promise unaltered. While Sylvanas still bore allegiance to Kael'thas in her heart, she had no intention of bending the knee to him once her work was done. No... they would rule Azeroth as equals. The dream was on the precipice of fruition. Only two final details remained.
The Dark Lady's agents had succeeded in recovering Kael'Thas' remains from Magister's Terrace, save his head, which is still in the keeping of Exarch Larethor. Sylvanas had no love for the Dranei. Given the chance, she would put the entire lot of goats down without hesitation, but there were appearances to keep with the Alliance. Fortunately, the Shattered Sun Offensive held allegiance to neither Alliance nor Horde, which meant she could move against them without raising Varian's ire. The goat's days were all-but-numbered.
Unfortunately, recovering the head was the easy part.
Raising Kael'thas from the dead once more could only be achieved by re-creating his essence in lichform. The magics needed for such an endeavor were beyond comparison, and heretofore the only source capable of such a transformation lay deep within the heart of Quel'thalas--the Sunwell.
But even now, twisted in undeath, she couldn't bring the misery of destroying the Sunwell upon her former people. Not again.
Given recent events, her understanding of Scourgelore had increased at least three orders of magnitude, and with it the knowledge of one other relic that held the power to create life anew from death...
The helm of the Lich King.
But as far as anyone else knew the Lich King was dead and his magics with him. Fools. The lot of them. Sylvanas had seen Arthas' replacement atop the Frozen Throne with her very own eyes. She had been blinded by anger in the moment, oblivious to the finer details, but the passage of time had given her the insight she needed to put all the pieces together.
The Alliance shoulder plate. The flesh still ripe with the stench of the red dragonflight. Fording's ominous silence on the matter. They could only mean one thing.
There is a new Lich King, and his name is Bolvar Fordragon.
Imbeciles. They should have let sleeping kings lie.
Their ignorance would be their undoing. Soon she would march on Icecrown and complete her grand vision...
The Banshee Queen and a true Lich King with Azeroth at its knees before them.
