DISCLAIMER: I don't own any character, location or anything else in the story.
Shouts to Blizzard for a wonderful fantasy saga and some great games around it.
Authors words - This is meant to take place in post-present time, during Wrath of the Lich King.
This is actually my story of how the battles yet to come may have taken place, while I
gravley doubt anything like this will be like the official battle of Icecrown Glacier.
Also note the cross-faction teamwork, felt this to be necessary partially, but not only for this story not to be classed as Alliance/Horde fanboyism. I also warn that the whole first chapter is mainly character development.
Main character list:
Karen Marene, Human Priest
Argus McStout, Dwarf Warrior
Zul'Erad, Troll Rogue
Azok Stormhoof, Tauren Shaman
Anarial Sunblade, High Elf Arcanist
The Battle of Icecrown - Chapter 1
The biting cold of Northerend had surrounded them for days, as the heroic expedition finally approached Icecrown Glacier and left behind themselves the area known as The Dragonblight.
"Stop, everybody", Karen quietly said, "I sense dark forces nearby!"
Anarial took a few steps forward and let out an arcane pulse, material remains of ghostly shades appeared and dropped to the ground.
"This place is being watched by the Lich King. We'll have to find a suitable spot to set up a camp for the night, and exercise Scourgebane magic. Azok, you lead the way."
Following the wise Shaman, they soon found a good spot. Combining his natural warding skill with Anarial's arcane power, the group was safe from Scourge for the night. They had a meal and sat down by the campfire.
"Wha'cha doing, elf mon?", Zul'Erad asked, pointing at Anarial who sat a bit back in the shadows, seemingly exhausted. The rest of the group looked his way.
"I... I'm meditating. It's the only way for me to fight my magic addiction."
Anarial coughs.
"After the Sunwell was corrupted by the Scourge, and eventually destroyed, our people parted ways. The ones who chose to clean themselves and fight their addiction remain under the label "High Elves", while the ones who initially followed Kael'Thas and learned how to feed off demons call themselves "Blood Elves" in honor of our fallen brethren."
Anarial takes a deep breath:
"Personally, I despise the whole fight between the Alliance and the Horde, which is further fueled by that we're now on different sides... Killing another non-evil being is agianst my principles, and another elf is just... madness."
Few but long seconds after his story ends, Argus picks up on him:
"Yer ambitions are great ones, Anarial, but for now our primary concern is that wee bastard Arthas...
Let's sleep for the night and continue our travel tomorrow."
The rest of the group agreed, and they rested for the night.