There they stood, beneath the Frozen throne monument to evil and seat of the dreaded Lich King, The entire Northrend campaign relied on this crucial moment, the seed of the alliance and horde's effort has led to the besieging of the Lich King's dark citadel and the goal of reaching the pinnacle of the world, the Frozen Throne…
Once a prison for the spectral Demi-god, now a seat to him. The light seemed to avoid the icy embrace of the throne, every flicker that dared approach being consumed by the receptacle. The champions tensed, a chill running through their spine as they looked at the figure seated upon the mighty throne, He who destroyed kingdoms and cursed countless innocent into damnation.
Once the holy prince of Lordaeron, his fall into the ranks of the Scourge marked the undoing of Azeroth and many of its people, even as many of Azeroth's leaders lady Jaina Proudmoore, Muradin Bronzebeard and even warchief Thrall and King Varian were present in this final battle, hope seemed to wane as the Lord of undeath looked down upon them from the roof of the world…
Yet, their holy leader Tirion Fordring stood at the helm unfazed by the evil deity's presence for the light was at his side. He walked towards the Frozen Throne, which prompted the Death God to stand up to face his challengers and their divine retribution, then they heard his voice, like a thousand needles in their hearts.
"So, the light's vaunted justice has finally arrived? Shall I lay down Frostmourne and throw myself at your mercy, fordring?," His voice echoed through the wasteland, breaking the champions' morale bit by bit.
"We'll Grant you a swift Death, Arthas. More than can be said for the thousands you've tortured and slain," Declared the High Lord, sensing the uncertainty in his followers.
The King of the Scourge then looked to Fordring and laughed, this laugh was not a welcoming one, rather it was one that promised eternal suffering to his challengers.
" 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 a testament to my unbridled power...,"
Deep in his heart the Highlord sought a way to redeem the prince, he never wished to accept there was no redemption, yet now this seemed to be the case, the time for reasoning is long gone, now it was the time to save their world of corruption.
"So be it. Champions, attack!"
The High Lord commanded, running forward to attack the prince of darkness, but could only get two strides before blurriness enveloped his vision, the Lich King has imprisoned him in an icy tomb to watch helplessly as the champions engaged the dark one in a battle that would decide the fate of the world and perhaps beyond it.
Thunder and blinding light struck as each blow dealt by the cursed Runeblade Frostmourne landed, promising nothing but death to all creation
The light's champions fought on, they did not fight in the wastelands of Northrend, dismantled all the Scourge's necropolis and eventually laying siege to Icecrown itself only to end their journey in failure.
The Lich King unleashed his full fury upon the heroes, tearing their souls from their bodies and into Frostmourne, yet the spirits trapped within rebelled against their jailer, helping free the champions from sharing their fate. The Lord of the Scourge continued on his assault, destroying the platform through quakes and freezing some heroes and rendering them into nothing but icy husks of their former glory, yet even that did not stop them as they continued their assault, hell-bent on ending the Monster that has ruined the lives of many.
But despite their valor and heroism, the champions could not prevail The Lich King's might overwhelmed them all with one single mighty bow, the Lich King called upon the might of Frostmourne and extinguished all life on the icy platform, It was then he showed the full scope of his plans to the trapped Fordring.
All the crusade's efforts were for naught. The campaign was nothing but a mild annoyance for the scourge's glory, and a way to further empower the undead ranks and now the Lich King finally had his prize all the world's greatest champions laid there dead beneath his feet as they will also be once they were added to his ranks He relished in his victory knowing all of Azeroth was now his and so so Arthas centered himself in the middle of the platform and cast an all too familiar spell Frostmourne raised high into the air.
" Watch now as I raise them from the dead to become masters of the Scourge. They will shroud this world in chaos and destruction. Azeroth's fall will come at their hands and you will be the first to die.,".
Yet in this dark moment, the High Lord did not lose spirit, uttering one final and desperate prayer to the light.
" LIGHT GRANT ME ONE FINAL BLESSING! GIVE ME THE STRENGTH… TO SHATTER THESE BONDS!,"
Light enveloped the Highlord showering him in all angles and breaking his ice containment, now was the moment of the truth, the end of the Scourge and its master, he lashed out at Arthas intending to stop the evil deity once and for all and he was close, very close indeed…
A rift, in reality, tore open, taking the High Lord by surprise and halting his Final blow to the Lord of the Scourge, and from it a dragon appeared, black as the night's sky, Tirion and the Lich King himself was surprised by the sudden occurrence, and looked at the beast as its voice echoed throughout the platform.
" I am Murozond the leader of the infinite Dragonflight And Your future, Tirion, must not come to pass and so… You Must disappear!,"
And just as it uttered those words, the rift's gravitational pull increased a thousandfold, so vast was its power that even the Lord of the undead was being pulled, as much as he struggled against it, clinging to the world he so tirelessly fought to control, he was pulled into the rift and into unknown lands.
Tirion's fate would not be the same. But, as in that moment, the rift closed taking his hand and the Ashbringer with Azeroth was saved for now… or so he thought as laughter echoed throughout the platform again as the dragon that caused this mayhem spoke once again.
"Whether it shall be your loss or the fallen prince's this world's doom is at hand, for without the will of the Lich King the Scourge will consume this world and all that lives.".
Tirion watched as the prophet of Azeroth's doom disappeared, He heard the desperate cries of the alliance and horde soldiers that were holding the Scourge at bay, in front of the citadel gates… he looked down and saw the massacre that has occurred, the now berserk Scourge tearing through the soldiers like a knife cutting through butter… He had failed… He prayed for the light's forgiveness, and descended from the Scourge transporter, vowing to end as many of the undead as he could before succumbing to the release of Death.