Yeah, this is what happens when you watch too much monty python, and play too much Warcraft 3. Any one want to take a guess at which skit I parodied.

Warcraft: Non Evil Takeover

The meeting that would spell the end of Lordaeron had begun. Prince Arthas Menethil looked over the table at his two primary lieutenants. They alone knew of his intentions regarding the upcoming celebration. Even now they plotted their destruction of the country that they had once been loyal to.

"Alrigh then." said Arthas "The plan is simple enough. We shall enter into Lordaeron city in full force. And thanks to our defeat of Mal'ganis, we shall doubtless be received as heroes by the foolish populace. I will then request an audiance with my father, the King. Given the situation it is almost inevitable that I will be grantedone. Do you two understand."

Falric and Marwynn both nodded in agreement, and Arthas continued, shoving away a lock of his pale blonde hair.

"Now then," he said "when I arrive, my father will undoubtebly want to congratulate us for our great victory. When that happens, I will respond to him with polite acceptance. Everyone got that."

There was a moment of silence. "Go on." said Falric.

Arthas continued "We will then proceed to work to repair the public's opinion of Necromancers. Eventually, when my father dies of old age, I will take the throne."At that point will go to phase three of the operation where in we gradually change the state religion to worship of the Lich King through a combination of persuasion an law changes. The only question now is how to do it. I'm thinking by having zombies construct orphanages might be a good first step." he looked at his two top officers. "Do you two have any input?"

There was silence for a moment before Falric spoke up.

"Sir, this plan seems a bit off, don't you think."

"No, I think it's workable." replied Arthas.

"Well yes it's workable." said Marwynn "But we don't seem to be doing anything evil."

"What do you mean?" said Arthas, almost sounding offended.

"Well…" began Marwynn trying to find the words "Why are we waiting for the King to die?"

Arthas looked at him incredulously "Well they wouldn't give me the throne if my father was still alive would they?" he replied as if it were the dumbest question he had ever heard.

"No, we know that the King needs to be dead." clarified Falric "It's just… well…"

Arthas gave them a dangerous look "What are you trying to say Captain Falric?" There was ice in his tone.

Silence for a moment.

"…Couldn't we just kill the King sir?" said Falric at last deciding to just spit it out.

"Of course not you idiots!" yelled Arthas "What about the plan! I spent weeks drawing up a chart on how to corrupt Lordaeron without killing anyone! And I'm not going to throw the whole thing away because you want to commit regicide!"

"I don't like this order of Death Knights." muttered Marwynn.

"Why not!" said Arthas.

"Well we never break the bloody Paladin code!"

"What do you mean!" replied the Champion of the Lich King, grabbing Marwynn by the horns on his helmet.

"Remember when the Lich King told us to raise your previous soldiers and their families in undeath."

"Yeah, and what was wrong with that!"

"Nothing" said Marwynn, sounding slightly scared "except for the fact that you just promoted them all and began looking into ways you could make undead monstrosities more family friendly."

"How dare you-" began Arthas, however Falric cut him off.

"Oh my god!" he said as he came to a dark realization.

"What wrong?" said Arthas, concern in his voice.

"I just remembered that I forgot to put through your apology letter to Lord Uther." said Falric. "It completely slipped my mind."

"When does the post office close?" askjed Arthas, dread in his voice.

"Er... In about five minutes." said Falric nervously.

Arthas' expression turned to rage "Five minutes! You fool! We'll never make it there in time, Uther will be expecting an apology, and I'll look like a jerk because of it!"

"Just a thought." said Marwynn "We could just kill him..."

"Shut up Marwynn, now is not the time for your insanely overcomplicated theories." said Arthas, before turning back to Falric "All right, I'll send a message to my father to delay the ceremony, then we'll grab our horses, blow the city up to cover our tracks, and head for Kalimdor."

"But sir we can't blow the city up." said Falric "That would be evil."

"Oh." said Arthas in a disappointed tone, before raising his hands "Better give ourselves up then."

"We can't Milord." said Marwynn, facepalming "We haven't done anything evil!"

"Damn." said Arthas in slight disappointment "I suppose the only thing left to do is drop the plan and move on with life."

"Oh." said Falric in surprise. "Well what do we do now."

"Well I suppose we could go be hailed as the saviors of Lordaeorn." said Arthas. "I mean, we certainly earned it."

"Yeah, let's do that."

….and that's just what they did.

Meanwhile, at the peak of the frozen throne:

Tichondrius, and Ner'zhul sat in absolute silence, inwardly seething.

At last Tichondrius spoke "I told you it wouldn't-"

"Shut up Dreadlord."