A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.

And nope, I in fact do not own Warcraft or anything else I write about.

Chapter 17

A dark morning showed its dawn over the snow covered ground of Lordaeron. The sounds of several horses stamping through the crisp snow were heard as Wayne and Nollis walked out of their crypt. Their eyes bore witness to the return of Arthas and his chosen Death Knights as they rushed past and into the capital city. Wayne was foolish enough to give a wide carrion smile as Arthas's eyes flashed onto him, but Arthas did not seem to notice how unusual that it must be for a Scourge minion to smile. The Forsaken achieved immense pleasure at the thought of how Arthas did not realize how short his time truly was. Not to mention how painful his death would be at their hands. No matter the cost, they were set on Arthas never leaving this land without having their vengence.

The plan was already set and in motion by the instructions of the Dark Lady. Once nightfall came, the Forsaken would storm Arthas's chambers within the city. The gates would be locked tightly behind them to keep the Scourge at bay while they had their fun. Then it was believed that upon the death of Arthas, the rest of the undead would be liberated as the Forsaken was, and their ranks would become unlimited. The power of the Forsaken would surpass all, Azeroth would become theirs for the taking. All for the glory of the Banshee Queen!

But all plans have their unforeseen problems that can arise out of nowhere. For it was not long after Arthas rode into the city that new visions passed through the eyes and minds of the Forsaken. Sylvanas spoke of an offensive and blockade against the surviving humans within Lordaeron. She earnestly warned the Forsaken to follow and behave as the rest of the Scourge, not to stand out, not to be independent. It was very important that they all understood this, for they were not swayed as the rest when an order was given and thus could be easily spotted.

Shortly after the vision Arthas emerged from the city as the undead began to rally towards him. He rode down the pathways with the Lich and Sylvanas following behind, Sylvanas of course being in her banshee form. None of the Forsaken had seen her back within her own body since it had been reclaimed, and Arthas was meant to see her true self only upon his death. The undead followed the trio in one large mass as their numbers reached into the thousands. Then the Lich split away with a large force behind him, then Sylvanas. Arthas kept riding with great numbers of undead still following and flocking towards him. Nearly all of the Forsaken went with the division under the command of their Queen, though she gave no such order.

Within minutes they came upon a trail of humans who began to panic and flee upon seeing them. Their orders were clear and they must not disappoint. Sylvanas gave the signal and the Forsaken and Scourge alike stormed down upon them. Wayne was suprised to see a few of them stand their ground with weapons in hand, ready to fight against hundreds of the fierce undead. Though their courage was not rewarded, as their fate proved the same for all humans that attempted to escape that day. Villages from whence they came were soon raided and burned to the ground. Wayne was suprised for the second time as to how many humans actually lingered within the kingdom.

The darkness of night began to set in, and their orders seemed to be that they must remain at their posts and let none pass into the dense wilderness. Though no humans had tried to come this way for some time. Sylvanas was unable to plead for reason from Arthas, as reason was meant to be one of the many things for which she should have no understanding of. With a vision full of malice, the Dark Lady informed the Forsaken of the postponement of the plan. Wayne and the many others seethed with concealed rage at Arthas's lingeringly pointless venture. He and the rest of the Forsaken dug themselves deep within the snow and waited through the night for humans that would never come.

End of Chapter 17