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Chapter 1
A courier was walking down the path of Silverpine forest on his way to Tarren mill. The message he carried was a message from Lady Sylvanas herself to her chief apothecary that resided in Tarren mill. The letter contained details of a new plague that Sylvanas herself had made to thwart the Scourge's advancement. Because of the letter's importance he had three bodyguards with him and he was a considerable fighter himself. But nothing could have prepared him for the challenge he would have to face. He was just walking along the path when suddenly he heard a gurgling noise behind him, he turned around and saw a sword sticking out through his bodyguard's throat and blood spilling everywhere. Suddenly the sword was pulled back out and the courier looked up at the smirking figure standing before him. The figure had black shoulder length hair, and wore an armor of some strange dark metal that didn't reflect much light, which made it seem almost night black, the armor was basically a breastplate, shoulder guards, wrist guards, and leg guards. Over that he wore a long black hooded cloak that hid his features. He had a sword with a serrated blade in his hand and lazily cleaned it on the fallen body.
"One down and two to go." The figure said with laughter in his voice.
"We'll wipe that smile of your face!" and with that the two bodyguards charged at the figure while the courier tried to sneak away from the battle. But the attacker noticed this and with a wave of his arm and some muttered words icy chains shot up from the ground and constricted around the courier making him unable to move. He struggled for all he was worth trying to free himself and felt the chains loosen up a little, but while he had done this the attacker had already decapitated one of the bodyguards and was toying with the other one and taunting him.
"Is that all you're capable of? The Forsaken sure ain't much to brag about nowadays it seems." The attacker taunted.
This seemed to enrage the other bodyguards as he charged forward and made a slashing combo towards the attackers arms, but the attacker just dodged easily and caught the bodyguard's sword in his left hand and slashed his arm off with his sword just before he decapitated him. The attacker turned his attention towards the courier and saw that he had managed to break his bonds and was running for his life, he threw his sword and managed to hit the courier in the leg. The courier fell over in obvious pain as the sword glowed bright blue and the area around the wound started freezing over rapidly. Suddenly the attacker disappeared just to appear in front of him.
"How do you like the power of my sword? It's called The hungering cold, the sword that is." The attacker asked with his lips quirked into a smile.
"Who are you? Why are you after me?" the courier asked with clear panic in his voice.
"I? I am the son of the Lich king himself! And I am not after you, I'm after that message of yours." And with that Morsul lowered his hood and cold green eyes met the eyes of the courier who was trembling with fear.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I don't have any message!" The courier said while trying desperately to get his leg into working condition again.
"Oh don't play stupid with me! If you don't hand over that message right now I'll just crush you like I will crush the whole band of the Forsaken when the time comes! You don't think you can escape the wrath of the Lich King do you?" Morsul noticed the courier trying to get the sword out of his leg and gripped the handle, pulling the sword out and sheathing it.
"I will never give you the message! It was entrusted to me by Lady Sylvanas herself! I'll never betray her!" The courier shouted.
"Now look here, I'm no fan of torture and would rather get this over and done with without torture but if you give me no choice I will unleash the powers of death itself upon you!" Morsul threatened.
"Oh, that's supposed to make me feel fear? Did you forget that I'm already dead?" The courier asked.
"You may very well be dead, but you can still feel pain, trust me, you don't want to know what my father have taught me in the fields of making people talk. But enough of this, I don't have all the time in the world you know, because you gave me a moment of humor I'll have mercy on you and kill you quickly and just take the letter from your dead body." Morsul stated and the courier looked at him with thankful eyes just before his world went black. Morsul found the letter and started chanting in an odd language. After what felt like forever he was done and was sweating all over but before him was a shimmering portal to Northrend.
"Damn I really need to learn how to make those more efficiently." He said to himself.
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In the previous sixteen long years the young Morsul had been raised and trained in all sorts of aspect of magic, mostly magic dealing with death and destruction of course, weapons training had made him formidable with most kind of weapons even if he was by no mean a master with them. He had been brought up to believe in his father's view of the world and quickly became his father's right hand man. His father would often send him out for assassination missions and other small but important tasks. On Morsul's seventeenth birthday he would get a real test and if he made it he would get a high ranking position in the scourge army. It was safe to say he couldn't wait for his next birthday.
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Late one evening Morsul sat in his study in the upper kingdom of Azjol-Nerub. He sat in darkness and meditated, the only light in the room was from a torch by the door, which could in no way light up the whole room, seeing as it was quite large.
Azjol-Nerub had been his home for as long as he could remember, it was kind of creepy seeing as it was built by the Nerubians, large spider looking humanoids, the lower half was spider and the upper half was humanoid. But Azjol-Nerub belonged to the Lich King now, since he had attacked and scoured out, or turned all of the Nerubians and Dwarfs that had resided there. Azjol-Nerub was a huge underground empire that consisted of the old kingdom and the upper kingdom. The scourge had only conquered the upper kingdom and sealed off the old kingdom since the old kingdom was swarming with strange and ancient creatures that were best left alone. Suddenly a shade appeared in front of Morsul with a message from his father.
"The king has requested your presence." came the hollow voice from the shade.
"Tell him I will be there shortly." Was the short reply.
"As you wish." And with that the shade faded away.
Morsul stepped out of the shadows, fastened his sword to his waist and started walking towards the door. He walked fluidly even though the armor was heavy, a trait that being undead gave him. Being an undead gave him beyond human strength and since his body wasn't alive he could not die from age or wounds, unless they separated his head from his body or totally destroyed his body.
He stepped out of his room and the two skeleton warriors that were guarding his door immediately kneeled before him. He nodded towards them and kept on going throughout the maze like halls of the upper kingdom. Even tho Azjol-Nerub was his home he still disliked it, the Nerubians had their own kind of style that no normal person really could understand, not that Morsul was normal, mind you. Soon they would move to Icecrown Citadel as they were almost done with the repairs, but for the moment, and the previous sixteen years, Azjol-Nerub had to do. When he reached his destination and entered through the double doors into his father's chambers he noticed that Kel'thuzad was present as well.
"Well well well... what gives us the honor of your bony presence?" Morsul said with a smile
"Child, you shouldn't underestimate me and show me some respect!" Kel'thuzad bellowed, but after a moment both he and Morsul started laughing and greeted each other warmly. Arthas had watched them bicker with a knowing smile and a dangerous glint in his eyes that Morsul soon noticed.
"Oh no you don't! You will not send me away on some rubbish mission to clean the shores of Murlocs or something again!" Morsul exclaimed.
"Morsul I am your father and I know what is best for you! and if you don't want to rid us of the Murloc infestation then I happen to have a leak somewhere in the sewer pipes you could take a look at." Arthas said with a laugh.
"Yeah right, the son of the almighty Lich King himself, doing a plumbers work. Now that would be something for the masses to find out." Morsul commented.
"While this conversation is highly amusing indeed, don't we have more pressing matters to discuss?" Kel'thuzad politely redirected the conversation.
"Oh, so you didn't just call me over for a chat then? And here I thought it was just a small family meeting." Morsul said in a sad tone.
"Oh, it is a family meeting indeed, and there has been an grave insult done towards our bony friend since he seems to be unable to look out for his possessions." Arthas said.
"Hey! Don't talk about me as if I wasn't here!" Kel'thuzad whined in a childish voice.
"But are you sure you are here? What if you actually just are dreaming all this? How would you know? That is a highly philosophical question indeed..." Morsul teased.
"Erhm... As I was about to say... There has been a raid on one of Kel'thuzad's warehouses. While we don't particularly care about the stuff that has been looted there is one thing that was pretty valuable in there. The item in question is a stone box with a red diamond on each side. Kel'thuzad refuses to say what it contains, but it is supposed to be something of great value to him and as such I think I don't want to know what it is either. Arthas informed Morsul.
"You're doing it again! Stop ignoring me or I will get mad!" Kel'thuzad growled.
"So... you want me to go somewhere and snatch this box and return with it? That sounds a little bit too easy... And by the way father, do you hear something odd every now and then? Sounds like a mosquito or something." Morsul said.
"Yes indeed, most irritating indeed... I will get someone trustworthy on killing the mosquito as fast as I can, but for now lets just concentrate on your mission." Arthas said barely managing to not laugh.
"I've had it with you two! Now I'm gonna go sulk in a corner or something. BYE!" Kel'thuzad cried and rushed for the door. But when he reached the door he turned around.
"Oh, and see to it that you get my box back will you child?"
"Sure thing old man." Morsul said with a satisfied grin on his face. He loved annoying Kel'thuzad. At this point Kel'thuzad had already left the room and Morsul turned back to his father.
"So where is this box located? I'll have it back in no time." Morsul boasted.
"You see that is where the problem comes in. They have brought the box to the Scarlet Monastery it probably is in the High inquisitor's room." Arthas said.
"Oh... I am indeed powerful but I don't think I can take on the whole monastery by myself you know..." Morsul said.
"I know my son, soon you will, but we can't wait for your seventeenth birthday and I don't want to send some mindless minions and all the other champions are busy with our war. No, you will make your way to the box unnoticed and take it and leave the high inquisitor's head as a replacement for it." Arthas said.
"Thy will be done, father" Morsul bowed in respect and turned to leave the room to go check the library for some maps and other information about the Scarlet Monastery. He wouldn't go in unprepared. Being unprepared would often lead to disaster. But suddenly his father's voice stopped him.
"Morsul, heed my words. Showing respect for me and your superiors is indeed right, but you are Morsul Menethil, the son of the Lich King, you will not bow before anyone, not even me.
"Yes father, I understand."
"Good, then you are free to go and prepare for your mission. And remember, when you enter the Scarlet Monastery you stay in the shadows and remain unseen until your mission is complete, if you are detected you either kill the one who saw you before he can raise an alarm or you get the hell out of there fast, the box ain't as important as you."
"Yes father, trust me, you don't have to remind me every time." Morsul said with an irritated sigh and left the room. Arthas remained seated in his room for a while thinking about ungrateful teenagers and how he would like to beat some manners into them.
Later that evening Morsul sat in his study with books scattered around him, he had just finished planning his little trip to the Scarlet Monastery. It seemed he would have to go through the cathedral gardens and into the heart of the monastery. It was basically as far into the building as possible. It would be tough but if only he could get to the box unnoticed he would be able to do it. He could even use brute force to get out of there, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that.
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The sun had just gone down when Morsul arrived outside the monastery, he checked that all his gear was in the right place and started sneaking towards the monastery. The guards that were patrolling outside the monastery we're easy to spot since they were wearing red and white armors with the Scarlet Crusade tabard. There were only two guards standing at the entrance with an additional two patrolling the area, Morsul stayed a few minutes and checked their paths before he stealthily sneaked past the patrolling ones and stopped behind a pillar to check that the coast was clear inside the entrance. He focused for a split second and suddenly he was behind the guards in a shadowed corner inside the building. He loved "Blinking" as it was called, there were only some slight problems with it, such as that he had to see his destination and the distance couldn't be too far, but otherwise it was a stealthy means of traveling, it just required focus and willpower. If you blinked without proper focus it would either not work or give a nice light show followed with a strange noise, but he had mastered stealthy blinking a long time ago when he was just a child so this was no problem for him. Where he currently was there was only one way to go, up a large staircase with two guards stationed at the end of the stairs. He slowly walked up the stairs and saw that they lead to a large hall with four doors. He knew which door he needed to go through because of the reading he had done before, one went to the graveyard, one to the armory, one to the library and one to the cathedral gardens, he was heading for the last one. Since it was just past midnight the only light inside the monastery was from some torches that were lined with a two meters interval, this made it all to easy to just blink by the guards into some shadowy place and go on to the door unnoticed, here came a slight problem, the door was locked. He could easily have blown the door apart, and even if the Scarlet Crusade pawns had the mental capacity of a snail, I don't know how intelligent a snail is but it sure ain't fast, he didn't think they would fail to notice such a noise and that would kind of ruin the whole purpose of the mission. No, he had to go into the library first and get the key from the librarian who had his little room not far into the library building. Luckily for Morsul the library was open and unguarded all the time since some Scarlet Crusade members needed to read up on stuff at night and the books in there were spelled so they would raise all kinds of hell if someone tried to remove them without permission, so he basically just sneaked right in there and headed for the librarian's place. He was careful to avoid the few people in there who were doing some late night reading and soon came to a halt in front of the door that lead to the librarians room and thought about how he should handle this.
"I could either wait for him to exit and just take the key from him and hope he doesn't notice, or I could just go in and kill him before he can make a sound and take the keys from him and hope they don't discover him before I'm long gone… but knowing my luck they would discover him immediately… ah whatever, guess I'll just have to rely on luck for this then, it could take forever before he comes walking by."
He drew his sword and opened the door silently and swung his blade towards were he thought the librarian would be sitting, only to have the sword hit the empty chair, the librarian weren't even in his room.
"Damn, there went my totally awesome entrance… I just hope he doesn't notice the little cut in his chair. Well I better get going, I don't have all the time in the world. Let's see, he should have a spare key somewhere around here."
He looked around for a minute and found the spare key in a drawer, he quickly took it and went out and closed the door behind him. He resisted the urge to whistle as he went back to the cathedral door, and once he was there he waited until there were no guards looking and silently unlocked the door and sneaked out into the cathedral gardens. The garden was a beautiful sight even though it was a moonless night the flowers and the fountains seemed to sparkle with life. He kept to the shadows and moved through the lower regions of the garden and went up the stairs to the upper regions, now here came the really difficult part of the mission. He had to get through a set of double doors which were guarded by two guards, and there were usually some praying monks inside the cathedral. He spotted the two guards by the door and quickly decided that he wouldn't be able to get past them unnoticed so his best course of action would be to take down the guards. But if he killed the guards then he would only have limited time to find the box before the dead guards were found or noticed missing. That was a problem he had to live with though and he moved along the walls until he was standing pretty close to the guards but still outside their line of sight. He waited until the guards started talking to each other and weren't looking in his direction before he stepped forth and started channeling the energies of pure death into his left hand, while he unsheathed his sword with his right. He threw the death coil towards one of the guards and as soon as it had left his hand he threw his sword towards the other one. Both the guards were to busy with their conversation to notice anything before suddenly they both fell to the ground, one had a sword protruding through his neck while the other one died immediately from the ball of death, lucky for him that he died, because the corpse started rotting and decaying as the corrupted energy spread throughout his body leaving a very grotesque corpse behind. Morsul quickly picked up his sword and cleaned it and re sheathed it, he then lifted the corpses out of the way into some bushes in a dark corner where it would take longer before anyone found them. Now he needed to get through the cathedral and take the box without being noticed, and he didn't have much time. He went to the double doors and opened one just a little bit so he could look inside, inside were four praying monks who all had their backs turned towards him. He blinked inside and left the door slightly open so he could get outside fast if he needed to. He stayed in the shadows and blinked his way through the cathedral until he came to the high inquisitor's room. His thoughts were so occupied with how easy it all had been that he didn't remember to be careful, that was the biggest mistake he did, as he opened the door and found himself staring right into the high inquisitor's eyes.
"Who are you? What business do you have with me this late in the night?" She queried. Morsul was shocked at first but soon regained his thinking capabilities and decided to try and intimidate her.
"I am death personified, and I have come for your life" Morsul answered in a deep cold voice that sent chills down her spine. But this may have been an error too since she made to grab her battle mace that she had conveniently placed just beside her. Morsul knew that the monks had heard their little conversation and that they probably had ran off to wake up the sleeping fighters of the Scarlet Crusade. He quickly pulled the door closed and locked it, then he drew his sword and entered a fighting stance, his weapon starting to glow with the power of frost. He reasoned that he could probably throw caution to the wind now and charged towards the high inquisitor thinking of ending the battle as fast as possible and getting out of there. But things didn't really go his way, because she quickly dodged his assault and lifted her mace and swung towards his head. He barely managed to pull his head away before the mace swooshed just an inch from his face. He slashed at her again but she just parried and managed to score a hit to his left arm, and it hurt like hell, the mace was apparently blessed with some disgusting holy magic. Morsul sneered and pulled back and let some of his real powers out. The room filled with corrupted magic which made it difficult to breathe for the high inquisitor. She watched his powerful aura with awe and asked him once more.
"Who are you really, and what do you want with me?"
"I am the avenger sent by the almighty Lich King, and I am here to take your life as payment for the raid you people did to one of our warehouses!" With that said he stretched his arm out towards her and black flames erupted scorching her for a split second before she got up some kind of holy shield that repelled the flames. Morsul let the flames die down and looked her in the eyes.
"You sure are persistent, and you know what? It pisses me off!" Morsul hissed and slashed at her with his sword, this had a little bit greater effect since the holy shield seemed to require her to concentrate quite a bit and she didn't notice the attack before it was to late. The sword went straight through the shield and cut her shoulder, which immediately froze from the frozen powers of the blade.
" Seems like your shield only could repel shadow magic." Morsul said with a sneer and raised his sword to decapitate her.
"No! Please! Spare my life! Show me some mercy, Please!" She pleaded when she noticed that she were unable to move because of her frozen neck and shoulder.
"Mercy is for the weak." Was all she heard before she felt a strange and cold feeling in her neck and everything went black. Morsul cooled down and noticed the banging on the door. It seemed as if the people were trying to get in, and by the look of the door they would soon succeed. He quickly scanned the room and found the box on a bookshelf, he took it under his left arm which still hurt pretty badly from the blow but at least he could still use the arm. He then turned towards the door and tried to think of a plan, But everything seemed kind of futile since he was probably outnumbered by almost a hundred people wielding holy weapons.
"Why do I always get into these kind of situations" He thought with a frown. He decided that he had the largest chance if he just tried to use brute force and run for it. He threw open the door but stopped for a second when he saw all the people inside the cathedral.
"This is gonna hurt like hell." He thought to himself as he gathered as much energy as possible in his sword and slashed it forward, the blast of raw frost energy was actually quite beautiful if you had time to look at it as it sent people scattering back while it passed, some unlucky people didn't get away in time and suffered from severe frostbite where it had connected with them, Morsul took the opportunity and made a mad dash forward through the opening he had created. At first the people in the room just looked at the happenings, too surprised and stunned to think clearly, but it didn't take long for them to recover and start chasing after him. Morsul felt some of their holy spells hit him but his armor absorbed most of the magical damage, he only felt the pain it caused, but pain can be ignored and that was exactly what he was trying to do while rushing for the exit as fast as he could. He made it out of the cathedral and jumped down the stairs into the lower garden but that was when he noticed that the exit was blocked by a group of men.
"Shit they actually thought out a strategy? I thought they were to stupid to do that... I guess the saying, never underestimate an enemy, makes sense now." He thought while still rushing towards the blockade. He didn't have enough energy for another of those frost blasts, he still hadn't reached his magical maturity and even if he had much larger magical reserves than other people his age, he didn't have as much as an adult, that would change when he reached his magical maturity at seventeen but for now he had to think of something else. He chanced a glance backwards and saw that the others were a bit behind him, but it still wasn't more than ten seconds. He wouldn't be able to kill of the blockade before the others caught up to him and he started wondering how everything had gone so wrong. But his thoughts were cut short as he reached the blockade and had to jump to the side as they all charged at him at once. He started battling for his life and quickly dispatched one of the members of the blockade, but there were still too many left. He glanced backwards once again and saw that the other members had almost caught up with him now, things were looking really bad for him now.
"I guess that I have to try and gather whats left of my reserves for another blast, its my only chance." He was getting desperate, this wasn't supposed to happen. But just as he started concentrating on building some energy he saw several of the people in front of him get ripped apart from behind. He looked up and saw around ten ghouls standing there snarling and any despair left him.
"Father has sent some of his mindless ones to my rescue, I wonder how he knew I was in trouble?" He wondered before starting his sprint out of the cathedral part of the building, he knew he could leave the ghouls to battle the members of the Scarlet Crusade as a distraction as they were only mindless slaves. As he sprinted towards the exit he saw several Scarlet Crusade corpses but for almost every scarlet crusade corpse there were two ghoul corpses, the only thing the ghouls really had was diseases and sharp teeth and claws, they needed numbers to win, while the Scarlet Crusade members still had at least somewhat of a brain to think with. But the ghouls had done quite a good job at swiping away the Scarlet Crusade members who were supposed to block his way and he didn't have to fight anything on his way out from there. As soon as he came a good distance away from the monastery he put down the box and started chanting to open up a portal. When the portal was open he grabbed the box and readied himself.
"Mission completed, It's gonna be good to get home." He thought as he stepped through the portal.
A/N: Finally, there's the second chapter, hope you guys like it, if not then that's too bad. :P
Now to answer T.E. Rankin's question, I'm planning for him to return to England later on in the story and hope that it wont be totally out of place when it happens.
Omake: Arthas Revenge by Stefoo, the mindless beta reader
Earlier a worried Kel'thuzad was looking for his beloved kitty. "Mr.Bigglesworth where are you?" Kel'thuzad called out in a sad tone. "You can't still be angry at me for refusing to clean your droppings box, right?"
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Even earlier the same day, "There, there Mr.Bigglesworth" Arthas said with a wide grin across his face. "This will teach Kel'thuzad to stop switching my porn stack with that awful slash dutch porn of his". And if he somehow figures it out I can always blame it on Morsul. Arthas chuckled for himself as he sent Mr.Bigglesworth to the Scarlet Crusade anonymously with a note saying who he belonged to and it would be best to cleanse the cute kitty from all the darkness. That Arthas lacked a couple of brain cells was kind of apparent. The fact that he hadn't thought about how Kel'thuzad would learn his lesson, if he didn't even know who it was that had been so cruel to Mr.Bigglesworth in the first place, certainly proved it.