Redemption of the Lich King:

Prelude

As Arthas reached for the blade Frostmourne, Muradin reacted with intense speed.

"Arthas! Don't pick up that cursed blade!" Muradin bellowed, too late to be heard

Arthas disregarded this warning and continued to grab the damned blade.

"Feeble dwarf, you cant stop me now..." Arthas replied softly.

"ARTHAS!"

Almost seven years have passed since the turning of Arthas Menethil into the Lich King. And now, ten heroes have emerged from the four corners of the world to combat this massive threat to Azeroth.

"Long have I waited for this day, hero. Are you and your allies prepared to bring the Lich King to justice? We charge at your command!" Tirion Fordring asked Onabeol Stingsinger.

"Yes, Tirion, we are ready," Onabeol replied.

"So the Light's vaunted justice has finally arrived? Shall I lay down Frostmourne and throw myself at your mercy, Fordring?" Arthas taunted. "We'll grant you a swift death, Arthas. More than can be said for the thousands you've tortured and slain," Fordring replied. "You'll learn of that first hand. When my work is complete, you will beg for mercy - and I will deny you. Your anguished cries will be testament to my unbridled power..." the Lich King threatened. "So be it. Champions, attack!" the Highlord yelled. "Not so fast, paladin," Arthas said as he encased Tirion in ice, "you and your allies are feeble to attack this citadel. My undead minions will soon feast on your frozen bones!" "Why are you so quick tongued Arthas, eh? You think you're so much better than this dwarf, do ye?" Lenic Ogreslasher remarked as he mooned the the Lich King, "Kiss me fuzzy red arse, you frozen piece of scum!" Appalled by the dwarf's outburst, Arthas shook his head and took up Frostmourne. "I suppose you think you are better than I, foolish your thoughts are. For I am the master of the Dead!" the Lich King bellowed as he leaped off the Frozen Throne to strike at Lenic. Lenic dodges the four foot sword and looks up at the flustered Lich King. "So ya do think yer better than me, I'm insulted," Lenic affirmed as he gave a quick, yet powerful left uppercut to Arthas' chin. "You red dwarven piece of... Nevermind." Arthas delivered while reeling from the blow just given to him by a four-and-a-half foot red-head. Stricken by their friend's witty remarks and bold actions, the rest of the ten-person team charged toward the Lich King.
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The Lich King lay, his body completely exhausted of energy and the will to continue, Tirion frees himself of the icy prison to see to the fallen Lich King. "We did not come here to kill you, young fool, we came to redeem you." Tirion spoke softly to the body on the ground as he turned his head to the ghost approaching him. "Tirion, you may have gone too far this time, but as always, I will clean this mess." Terenas Menethil II materialized and cast the Redemption spell on his son. "Well, did the damn spell work?" Lenic Ogreslasher questioned quickly.