It was a pleasant day in silvermoon, a paladin walked in with his mighty hammer upon his back, and he had a grim look upon his face as he spoke the High Elven guard…
The paladin spoke with gruff tone "Fair guard, you must understand! The undead come! We have to prepare ourselves for the oncoming army, why would I waste your time with such a dire threat if I did not mean it!"
The guard merely looked to the other and then sighed "Well…I suppose If the Ranger lord wishes to waste her time speaking with you…I can allow it, wait here human." She walked off and a few minutes later she had returned with The Ranger General of Silvermoon herself, Sylvanas Windrunner.
The High Elf guard looked rather flustered, clearly the Ranger general told her not to think of these matters as petty… and she spoke with the human paladin that was awaiting her at the gates
"Human… I was told you had urgent news of the undead?" The Paladin bowed and then nodded, "Yes general…The scourge have begun their attack, as we speak the undead have already turned one of your outer towns into…."
He lowered his head in sorrow, a slight prayer on his lips "I am afraid we must make defenses quickly…or else all of Quel'Thalas shall perish under the Scourge's wrath!"
He said the last part he had raised his head and had a fire in his eyes, and the Ranger-General having already been aware of Arthas having invading and getting past the elf gates, she took no moment for sorrow that the last line of defenses had failed, but merely made haste to the other village to prepare to make it a base for the defense, the guard attempted to reach for her general to ask "My Lady, should we alert silvermoon's protectors?" Shaking her head with a smirk on her face, Normal Elven arrogance "No, we shall send a runner if we require aid, but I assure you silvermoon will not fall this day...
As the last bit of the Scourge base was summoned in, Arthas sat there, planning his attack on the Sun Well, and Silvermoon which guarded it. Suddenly, The demonic figure of Tichcondras appeared, Arthas looked over at him," "What do you want demon?"
"I have come to ensure you complete you job..." "I am fully able to get to the sunwell on my own" "I am here to ensure you do your job not do it for you!" The dreadlord looked at him with a glare, and then teleported back to the nether, Arthas said to what an onlooker would think himself "Do you think he suspects anything?" While no one else could hear, inside his mind he heard the voice of the dead necromancer Kel'thuzad "It's in his nature to suspect the worse…, but steed yourself, the hour of my rebirth draws near!" Arthas nodded, when suddenly The Ranger General and the paladin attacked, with a few high elves as well, "Did you forget about us you wretches!" Sylvanas spat at the death knight, and the paladin shouted "My name is Richerd Duskbringer, and I shall draw a red dawn with your blood!" Arthas sighed and ordered his ghouls who were cutting down trees to attack, along with his crypt fiends, soon the high elves were killed and Sylvanas and Richerd were forced to pull back "Retreat!, we are no good to silvermoon if we merely booster our foes ranks!" She shouted as she fled, the plated protector of the light right behind her.
Arthas smirked as the nercromancers raised the undead as skeletons, and after scouting around the land for awhile he heard the call of Kel'thuzad once more "Sylvanas is attempting to send out a runner! We must stop her at all costs!" "The gargoyles we brought back from northrend could prove useful here…" The death knight mused for at that moment the runner was slain by the beasts the undead had brought
He sent out gargoyles to watch all the major roads as well as a few ghouls, soon he had amassed his army and made the attack upon the Ranger-Generals base, His ghouls quickly slaying the towns folk, and his nercromancers going toe to toe with the Magi of the elves, He himself was locked in combat with the ranger general, until she saw her base was not going to withstand the assault she quickly decided she had to warn silvermoon herself, and she fled, the undead attempting to chase after her but she managed to get away. A lone cultist approached Arthas with a bit of fear, and asked "My lord….Silvermoon knows of our base now what shall we do? "Ready the spirit towers at the base, and build some meat wagons…Tonight silvermoon will be nothing but ashes and undead."
"Lady Windrunner you have returned! Are the undead slain?" Sylvanas panted once and then said "Defenses, now…and launch an offense…we can't let the scourge take Silvermoon… I think they are after something more then our death…" The paladin mused aloud "Well besides fair woman what do you elves have" He earned himself a glare from both the Ranger-General and his girl-friend who happened to be standing behind him "Richerd…are you sure you're a paladin? You don't seem all that pure to me..." Turning around to see her he grinned "Words slip out; anyways I am afraid we don't have time to chat Velleynda my dear. I was just about to head out against the undead..." He said with his grin fading rather quickly, giving her a kiss on the forehead, he prepared to attack when all the sudden, The undead struck first, Noting them heading for his dear love, he called upon his powers of the light without hesitation to take his life in exchange for saving her, and she was protected in a blessed orb that was unopenable by evil, His lasts words he shouted as a rallying battle cry "For Silvermoon, For honor, …for love.." What he was unaware of as that he called upon that blessed power, his life being drained from him to fuel it, it protected her by transferring all his powers of the light into the orb. Thus meaning he was no longer immune, to the plague…