Chapter 2
Darkness. Black as far as the eye can see. No sign of life here. It was a typical, yet unfortunate scene in Lordaeron now.
But not today. A ghostly wail echoes throughout the land, the spirit crying for vengeance. The Undead will forever hear the echoes of the ghost screaming for revenge, forever moaning the words, "Cho'Nammoth…"
Kel'Thuzad stood perched over the cliffs behind his throne, overlooking the sea. The exact spot he stood was also where he watched the now missing Crypt Lord fall towards the icy waters. No one dared to disturb him in his reverie; to disturb a mage or scholar in deep thought was practically suicidal, and liches were no different. His mind raced toward different thoughts as he tried to cope with his newfound feelings which had not been felt for a very long time. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, he broke his gaze over the ocean and turned back to the throne where a necromancer was patiently waiting.
The caster spoke as the lich sat down, "Master Kel'Thuzad, one of our lich advisors, Cho'Nammoth, has been missing for a week's time. Our shades, who have been prowling around the whole area of the land, reported nothing."
Kel'Thuzad sighed, wondering where his pompous general could be. "Very well; continue the search. It feels uneasy to have him somewhere out there alone. Updates on the citadel?" he replied.
"Our Necropolis has been upgraded to a Halls of the Dead, and continuing towards the form of a Black Citadel. Acolytes are busy harvesting and haunting the many mines of Lordaeron, although our supply is running dry. Our wood-chopping ghouls have been hard at work, but the forests too are diminishing. We will need to extend our power towards the old land of Azeroth, past Ironforge," the necromancer said monotonously, as though he memorized this speech.
"Perhaps it is time to do as you have said, mage. Very well; get back to work."
The blue-robed necromancer bowed deeply, and walked briskly back toward the huge Citadel. The building was a huge mass of green, surrounded by ancient runes. Black-hooded acolytes could be seen from the bottom to the top of the building, all busy with the construction of the Citadel. The quadruped, bloody ghouls were on a perfect sync as they one by one dropped off wood and returned to the forests.
As Kel'Thuzad pondered over the lost lich, a Death Knight rode up to him and unmounted. These warriors rode on skeletal, shadowy steeds draped in unholy tapestries. They themselves wield giant runeblades marked with transcriptions and were empowered with the ability to steal souls by the Lich King himself.
The Death Knight, Lord Nightsorrow, one of a trio of Death Knights, walked with the air of a strict general. His white hair flowed down toward his black armor, which glinted in the afternoon sun. He bowed on one knee as he approached the Master Lich, and spoke in a tone that would send chills down spines. "Lord Kel'Thuzad (The lich's eyes narrowed for a split second; his servants call him by 'Master', not 'Lord', but he quickly returned to normal so as not to create suspicion in the knight), one of our shades have found a clue to the case of Cho'Nammoth."
Still not believing that this is the same knight that aids him in commanding his army, he responded in an icy tone, "Good. Lead me to him at once."
Now it was Nightsorrow's turn for his black, pupil-less eyes to narrow, with an additional scowl as well. Quickly hiding these signs of annoyance, he stood up, remounted his obedient and awaiting steed, and led the lich into the forest.
The shadows crept toward the pair as they enter the foreboding, dead forest. Branches creaked and swayed in the lifeless wind. The crunch of leaves bellow from the ground as Nightsorrow's steed continued. At last, they reached an opening where a black instead of a blue-robed necromancer stood.
The mage began, "General Nightsorrow! Good to see you brought Lord Kel'Thuzad safely here."
Kel'Thuzad now knew that these two are not his forces; Nightsorrow was a lord, not a general. Putting his hands behind his back, he formed two ice daggers by collecting the moisture from the humid air.
As Nightsorrow and the necromancer continued speaking, Kel'Thuzad swiftly and silently tossed both daggers at the mage. One pierced his head, and the other went through his stomach. He gasped in pain, and fell to the ground, turning into bones along the fall. With an almighty crash, the bones broke into dust.
Nightsorrow unsheathed his sword and said snidely, "Looks like you realized my plan early. However, you still fell into my trap."
Kel'Thuzad responded coldly in anger, "What is the meaning of this!? Where is my general, Lord Nightsorrow!?"
"He is…indisposed." The fake death knight replied lightly, and raised his sword to strike. He catapulted himself towards the lich at high speed, attempting to impale him.
Instantly forming two of his signature ice swords, the lich parried the sword strike and kneed Nightsorrow in the stomach. The knight flinched and recoiled back in pain, and Kel'Thuzad took the opportunity to unleash a Frost Nova. Muttering incantations, he tossed his palm onto the ground, where an icy fissure traveled from there to Nightsorrow. Ice exploded right where the knight stood, showering the area with chunks of frost and dirt covered in blight. While the dust was clearing, the lich could make out a larger figure than the knight standing in the center of the nova.
Kel'Thuzad's eyes opened wide in amazement, and he unconciously dropped his swords. He started backing himself up while uttering in shock, "No...it can't be you..."