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"It's begun.
According to Lor'themar Theron, Ranger-General of Silvermoon, the Scourge had invaded a town, Havenshire, in the Eastern Plaguelands. The citizens had called for assistance from New Avalon, a town located due south of Havenshire. Despite the overwhelming support of Scarlet soldiers from New Avalon, the amount of Scourge continued multiplying giving the impression that the crusaders were making no headway in their efforts.
New Avalon had sent a courier directly to Silvermoon City in a desperate attempt for help. Their fleets were dying and their supplies were diminishing each day. Soon their people will starve to death and join the massive undead army. Without support from the Horde alliance both towns will eventually meet their downfall.
Young heroes... I was once like you. You have come to this place seeking to bring judgment upon the damned.
As such she, as well as others, was ordered to investigate and contribute to repelling the Scourge in any way possible. The blood elf navigated through the scorched land producing a map, from her traveling backpack, of the area. She viewed the Light's Hope Chapel in the distance and understood that she was mere miles from her destination. Soon her sword shall bring righteous justice upon the Scourge.
You will venture deep into forgotten lands. You will see wonders beyond imagining.
Carneficina drew hardly a breath as her eyes lay on what was before her. The quaint town of Havenshire was reduced to nothing short of chaos. Civilians cowered in their place as Scarlet Crusaders ran about, retaliating against the Scourge onslaught. However, their efforts were futile. The Scourge outnumbered them tremendously, and where one was killed another fifty took its place. There was no end to the carnage and bloodshed. Even if she could help, it would be all for naught.
But be warned.
Blood poured profusely from a shoulder wound inflicted by one of the Geists. It chuckled maniacally at having caught her defenseless and dived at her once more, claws outstretched. The paladin rolled out of the way, wincing as the ground bit into her injury. She raised her sword with her right, throwing out a Judgment of Light with her left. Within a moment of her cast the blood elf sprung on her stunned assailant amputating a limb with one swipe of her blade.
Blood spewed forth from the stump painting the battleground a dull scarlet, and the Geist howled clutching the base of his arm in pain. It continued to shriek in terror as Carneficina readied herself to deliver the final blow.
The land itself will rise up against you. Long forgotten terrors will smother your courage.
The land around her began to crumble and fall away. From the gaps in the soil rose hundreds upon thousands of undead, prepared to defend their comrade. They gathered around her, blocking off any way of escape. Sweat ran from her brow and her legs quaked in fear. In that moment she truly knew what it was like to stare into the face of death.
Sacrifice everything as the final darkness falls... in the end, all that awaits you is death.
But the paladin boldly stood her ground, grasping the blade in both hands tightly. If she were to go down, she shall go down with a fight. Carneficina dove into the fray with a leap, slashing blindly at her foes. Her Divine Protection surrounded her in a glowing bubble, making her temporarily invincible. Claws knocked at the barrier only to ricochet backwards.
She continued slicing, counting backwards from twelve until the barrier finally gave way. The Geists wasted no time in barraging her with attack after attack. Crimson rain poured from each blow and her screams were lost amongst the jovial shouts of the dead. Everywhere was a searing pain; from her arms all the way down to her toes was agony in its finest. The paladin succumbed to the realization that there was no hope of escape.
Only then will you understand - you've been following in my footsteps all along.
The sound of footfalls drew near to her battered form, halting an inch from her face. The Geists slowly backed away, bowing slightly in reverance at the newcomer. And suddenly she was lifted high into the air staring directly into the eyes of the Lich King. As she stared she was filled with a sense of foreboding. Something vile was going through his mind and Carneficina found herself struggling with all the strength she had left to keep conscious and get the hell away, be anywhere other than there.
The Lich King chuckled darkly as he sensed her fear, shoving her limp form behind the horse bound Highlord Darion Mograine.
"Take her to Ebon Hold."
Mograine nodded obediently, drawing up his DeathCharger's reins and taking off for the hold. She found her eyes closing despite herself, her strength completely sapped from her frail body. She could only lie helpless as Mograine carried her to Ebon Hold, her fate falling into his and the Lich King's hands.
So come then, you heroes! Come in all your power and glory! For in the final hour, all must serve the one... true... king."
All that she heard as she was taken away was an echoing, malevolent laughter in the distance before her world turned black.