A/N: This is my second story, following on from The Bonds of Friendship. Like the previous one, I'd love feedback in anyway, constructive or positive so it can help me build as a writer and hopefully improves my work as time goes by. I am planning on stretching out the timeline for WoW/Warcraft as I feel events in the game go by quicker than I'd like. So if it ends up taking a year or two longer to do any of the major events in this story, there's my reason why! :D

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Preparations

A month had passed since Elaria had left Northrend to return to the Argent Crusade outpost in the Eastern Plaguelands. She had tried to convince Athrodar to leave with her, to come home to Thalina but he knew he couldn't do that. He felt he needed to stay in Northrend and slay the man that made him into a weapon of death. This is why he finds himself in a war council room with the Knight's of the Ebon Blade. An order of Death Knights that broke free from the Lich Kings control, forming an alliance with the Argent Crusade and taking the fight to the Scourge of Northrend and the Lich King.

He had recently been accepted into this order, after a long debate whether or not they could trust him, he was put under the rank of Captain, though he believes Highlord Mograine gave him such a demotion from General to keep an eye on him, seeing as he was under the Lich King's influence longer than anyone else. Not that it bothered him, he just wants to mete out justice to the butcher of his race, the Sin'dorei, and the man who made him what he is.

They were gathered around a table full of maps, the main one being all of Northrend, something Athrodar had put a lot of work into. Stone lions and wolves placed all around the map, signifying the Alliance and Horde encampments in Northrend. White and Black Knights are placed around the map as well, indicating the Argent Crusade and The Knights of the Ebon Hold. Whilst they both had fewer figures on the map, Athrodar had made sure that they placed them in the best locations. After all, he knew more about this frozen wasteland than anyone else.

The last set of figures, and most dominant of all were stone necromancers placed almost everywhere around the map. These indicated all the Scourge presence they were aware of, majority of them Athrodar had placed there when he was under his command, the rest had been reported in from the front lines, keeping them updated on pockets of Scourge that he hadn't remembered or were newly risen.

At the table with him was Highlord Darion Mograine, leader of the Ebon Blade. The rest were captains and other officers of the order, one of them being Stefan Vadu, Athrodar's second now equal. He was to command the forces in Zul'Drak, home to a troll empire that has now turned into members of the Scourge, strengthening them more. With them was Dread Commander Thalanor, Second-in-command of Acherus, and Baron Sliver, soon to be commander of their forces in Icecrown. He was assigned the mission of infiltrating the Scourge ranks and setting up a base of operations in the heart of Icecrown.

The remaining officers around the table were leaders of each school of Death Knight. The leader of Blood, Lord Thorval. The leader of Frost, Amal'Thazad and the leader of Unholy, Lady Alistra. They were to teach new Death Knights how to use their abilities to take down the Scourge threats in each of the locations in Northrend. They were in this meeting so they could get an idea on who to send where and how they needed to be trained in order to defeat the Scourge once they arrived.

"What's the situation like in Howling Fjord?" Darion asked, pointing his hand over towards the location on the map. "Have we taken Utgarde Keep?"

"According to our latest reports, we have breached the keep and shall have it under our control soon." Athrodar replied. "The Alliance and Horde are keeping reinforcements at bay, both factions seem to be winning the constant assault from the Scourge."

Stefan cut in. "Though to the east," He points to the eastern shoreline of Howling Fjord. "The Alliance and Horde are also contesting each other for the shores."

Darion clenched his fists in anger. "Incorrigible fools, they're making this war harder than it needs to be."

"Perhaps we should bring back the dead." Amal'Thazad suggested. "Who knows, we could bolster our ranks with them when we assault our objectives."

Darion glared at him "I don't think so, Lich. We don't want to spark a war against both the Alliance and Horde. We don't have the numbers we would like, going to war against two more factions would decimate us."

"He is right Amul," Came Lady Alistra. "We can't afford to go to war against them, let alone what the Argent Crusade would do if they found out. It's best if we try to keep on the good side of either faction, for our survival if nothing else."

Athrodar began to walk around the table, stopping at Zul'Drak and looking at the pieces placed there. "Stefan, how goes the assault on Zul'Drak?"

He glanced up at him then back at the map. "We have set up a small camp at the foot of Zul'Drak. The Argent Crusade have set up a couple of camps around the area further in, we have a good foothold altogether in the zone."

As he gave out details of their positions, Athrodar began to place the representative markers at their locations, marking out where each faction had troops followed by where they heard there was Scourge activity. With the Drakkari Trolls aligning with the Lich King, the Scourge forces in Zul'Drak are more of a threat now than they were a few months ago. If it wasn't for the alliance between the Ebon Blade and the Argent Crusade, the Scourge armies placed in Zul'Drak would invade other areas of Northrend, making victory on the frozen continent impossible.

Highlord Mograine began to scan over the map of Zul'Drak before slowly nodding. "Good... This area of Northrend shall be ours within the next few months." He glanced around the table, making eye contact with everyone. "This will be a major blow to the Lich King if we take Zul'Drak from him, and we will take it from him." He turned to face Stefan. "Captain Vadu, I presume they have some sort of defensive positions. Keeps, Fortresses, outposts?"

Stefan nodded. "Correct, they have two as far as we know, as well as a necropolis floating nearby the Argent Crusade's main camp."

"I see, what of the two outposts? What sort of intel do we have on these places?"

"From what little we can gather, they seem to be very well defended inside each outpost. The first, Drak'Tharon Keep, have plenty of trolls inside, rapters, bats and from what we can tell, they have a Lich somewhere inside. We would have gotten more information but," He clenched a fist tightly. "We lost our last scouts due to an ambush."

"What of the other location? How well protected is it?" Darion urged, needing all the information before they deployed their full force.

"Gundrak is its name, though we have little information on this location. What we do know is that the trolls of Zul'Drak have turned on their ancient gods, the Loa, and are apparently using the blood from these ancient gods as a means to repel the Lich King's minions."

The Highlord's eyebrows rose a little in surprise. "So these trolls aren't under the Lich King's control?"

Stefan shook his head. "It doesn't seem like they are, no."

Darion began to stroke his chin, seemingly lost in thought as he paced around the room. "We could try to get into contact with them, form an alliance with the remaining trolls and get them to help drive the Lich King out of Zul'Drak together."

Before Darion could order him to get in contact with the trolls in Gundrak, Stefan gave him a look that suggested it wouldn't work. "I'm afraid they won't form an alliance with us, Highlord. They were the ones who ambushed our scouts whilst they were returning back to camp. We have reason to believe their maddened prophets are the ones who are feeding them lies about us." He shook his head in disgust. "Trolls..."

Athrodar pinched the bridge of his nose. "So we have two factions to contest with now. I was hoping they would see were taking the fight to the Scourge and would join us in this. No matter, we will destroy every last one of them. That will teach them to attack us unprovoked."

Everyone around the table nodded in agreement. "I dare say attacking us will be their biggest and last mistake." Darion replied, looking over the table once more before addressing everyone. "You all know your individual tasks. Let's take the fight to the Lich King, once and for all." Glancing at them all once more. "Dismissed."

As they all began to leave the area, Athrodar stayed back to scan the map once more. Not to add more pieces to it, but to make certain they had all their forces in the right areas. Whilst he was scanning over the table, a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Captain," Said the voice belonging to the Highlord. "I have something for you."

He turned to face him, only to see him walking towards a door joining his office to the war room. Athrodar followed him through the door and into his office. "What is it, Highlord?" He asked. As he looked over at him, he beckoned him closer, the Highlord stood beside a chest he had only just recognised as the Highlord put a hand on it. Opening the chest he pulled out a pair of twin axes before giving them to Athrodar. They were well balanced, despite the short handles and huge axe heads. He swung them around momentarily before inspecting them some more. "What are these for?"

"Well, as you've been without weapons since we captured you, I thought it was best to get you equipped before you head out into Northrend. You do still know how to use them, right?"

Athrodar nodded. "Of course, it's not something you just forget, though I used swords not axes." He placed the two axes on his back, handles pointing upwards for an easy reach. "They're very well made too, where did you get them?"

The Highlord smirked at him. "They're not normal axes, Captain. They were made for Lordaeron Royalty." He gestured to the axes now sheathed on his back. "These are Havoc's Call. What used to be one axe has been made into two. Our best smiths have been working tirelessly to get the exact balance on the second axe, something that took a lot of work." He began to walk towards the door. "Keep those axes close to you, and they will serve you better than any weapon you had before could."

As he left his office, Athrodar unsheathed one of the axes and ran his hand across the blade before murmuring a spell. He was crafting runes into the blades, something Death Knights learnt to do through training and with a runeforge. Due to the power he had been granted from the Lich King, he could do such a thing without a runeforge with the added bonus of the runes being more powerful than most. As he finished crafting the runes into in first blade, Athrodar saw it begin to glow before turning into what looked like a blue flame. He unsheathed the second axe from his back and began to do the same. Once he finished, the second axe had a more of a white glow to it. It looked like it was snowing on the axe, yet there was no snow about. As he held them in my hands, he could feel the power resonating from either one and coursing through him.

The journey back to Northrend was a rough one. The seas weren't kind to them as they departed from Tirisfal Glades with forsaken forces on their way to reinforce the Horde. Lady Sylvanas Windrunner surprisingly allowed them voyage with her troops without putting up much of an argument. According to Highlord Mograine, she saw they were going to take the fight to the Lich King and was willing to help them get there. He also believes due to her vendetta on him, she was more than happy to allow others to die in this frozen wasteland, as long as it got her closer to killing the butcher who slaughtered her kind all those years ago.

That's why it was a shock to them when she was onboard the ship Athrodar and the Highlord were currently on. "So, this is the 'Prince of Death' I have been hearing about?" They couldn't see her, but being the most skilled ranger Silvermoon had in life, that was probably her plan.

"You would be correct in that, Lady Windrunner. He was second to the Lich King himself and has provided valuable information for us." Highlord Mograine remained calm the whole time, not flinching when the Banshee Queen appeared from the shadows and stared him in the eyes with her own crimson red ones.

"And in doing so, you've cut out his tongue? Or is he capable of talking for himself?" She looked past him and at Athrodar. Her eyes scanned him for a second before she raised an eyebrow. "He's an elf? I didn't think Arthas would choose an elf as his second."

Athrodar removed his helmet and placed it under his arm. "Better yet, Lady Windrunner, A former Lieutenant-Ranger of Silvermoon." He watched her for a reaction and got none in return. Turning to the Highlord he asked, "If I may, I'd like to have a word with Lady Windrunner, alone."

He looked at Athrodar before leaning in. "Be careful around her, she's showing signs of distrust. Her actions are becoming that of the pure vengeance. Who knows what she will do to get it." He kept his voice low enough for only him to hear, tapping his shoulder before leaving him with her.

Athrodar walked over to the side of the ship named The Windrunner, leaning against the railing and staring out into the ocean before looking around the deck, making sure they were alone. She joined him shortly after, though her tone was that of anger. "I don't have time for games, elf. What do you wish to speak to me about."

He smirked at her tone, knowing all the stories of a relentless Banshee Queen hell-bent on vengeance were true, which just frustrated her more. "I'll skip right to the point." He glanced at her before looking back at the ocean. "I hear you will take on any Death Knights that wish to join you. As long as they swear loyalty to your cause."

"You heard correctly." She replied bluntly. "Though I hear you're a Captain in your little organisation. Why do you concern yourself with what I do?"

The question wasn't a surprise to Athrodar, he knew she would ask it, which is why he was already prepared with an answer. "You and I want the same thing." He stated boldly. This piqued the interest of the Banshee Queen. She wondered what this little chat was going to convey and whether or not she would benefit from its outcome.

She glanced at him before she said. "I'm listening."

"We both want to see the Lich King killed for what he has done to us." He turned to face the Banshee Queen. "We both want to kill him ourselves for taking us away from a life we had worked so hard to keep safe."

"It is no secret that I want that butcher dead." She held on to the side of the ship, tightening her grip on it as she spoke. "The countless lives he has taken, including my own, shall be brought to justice at my hands." Her grip on the railing loosened as she turned her head to face Athrodar. "What are you proposing?"

"What I'm proposing, your Majesty," Athrodar started. "Is for a chance to serve the Horde in the war to come." He stood up straight and locked his icy blue eyes with Sylvanas' crimson red ones. "A chance to serve under the Ranger-General I had served all those years ago as a ranger myself." He got down on one knee and unsheathed one of his axes. "If you would allow me into your service once more."

Sylvanas looked down at the elf in front of her, a dark amusement had come across her face. He would make a powerful weapon a voice in her head said, smirking at the idea. "Very well, I will allow you into my service, Death Knight, under one condition." Athrodar looked up at her before she continued. "You are to lead my forces in Dragonblight, namely Venomspite." She waved her hand for him to follow her to her office onboard the ship. As they both arrived at the office, Athrodar could see a map of Dragonblight and Forsaken banners planted in a location next to Scarlet Crusade Knights.

Athrodar made his way around the table, taking in as much information as he could before Sylvanas could inform him on what she wanted him to do. "What I want of you, Athrodar," He hadn't given her his name, yet she knew it. "Is to lead my troops in an attack against the Scarlet Crusade, I hear you're very good at killing them. After what you done at New Avalon, I would very much like to think you're the right person for the job." She picked up a statue of a Scarlet Knight and held it with two of her fingers, resting her thumb underneath it to hold it up. She was inspecting the statue momentarily before it was enveloped by a purple shadow, becoming incinerated by said shadow seconds later and turning into dust. "Destroy them for me, and you shall be granted your wish of becoming a ranger for me once again."

Athrodar nodded in agreement to the task before making his way to where Sylvanas stood. Taking hold of a Scarlet Knight statue on the map and inspecting the intricate details on it. "So you want me to decimate their forces located in Dragonblight." He placed the statue back down on the map before asking. "You don't want any prisoners?"

Sylvanas pondered on the idea of prisoners for a few seconds before replying. "If you think you can get me prisoners, then by all means, get me prisoners." More like test subjects she said to herself.

Athrodar bowed his head slightly. "Then I shall get you prisoners." He left the room shortly after and made his way to Highlord Darion to inform him of his new … Job title.