PROLOGUE
I am Kel'Thuzad the Lich. I am the advisor, majordomo, and commander of the Scourge in Lordaeron in the name of the Lich King, Arthas. During recent events, I felt like I have evolved…
A banshee, Sylvanas Windrunner, turned her back on our former Lich King, Ner'Zhul for rebellion. King Arthas slew her during his scourge of the land, and she harbored a terrible vengeance for my king. After her foiled assassination of the king by me, she foolishly vowed to take over Lordaeron, then the Frozen Throne. War was waged between us two, lich against dark ranger, necromancers fighting banshees. When her general Dreadlord Varimathras was introduced, King Arthas sent his former advisor, the Crypt Lord Anub'Arak, to aid me in my mission.
During numerous struggles against surviving dwarves and the banshee's forces, both of us fought valiantly in the name of the Scourge. When we at last arrived at the final showdown, I ended the ranger's time on Azeroth. Anub'Arak dealt with the Dreadlord, and eventually won. However, the damn Natherizim still lived, and used his remaining energy to send both himself and the Crypt Lord plunging into the sea. I, in a vain attempt to save him, conjured an ice platform to hold them from their deaths. Unfortunately, I had miscalculated my powers, and the platform was too weak. I watched helplessly and uselessly as they entered the roaring waters.
When Anub'Arak disappeared beneath the crushing waves, I was free from my king Arthas' control. The death of my first friend had left me feeling unwholesome; I yearned to find the reason of my newfound feelings. I had traveled into the forest for many days and many nights, unsuccessful in my wanderings. Now, I only hope that, with the Scourge, my destiny will lead me to the search for my reason…