Chill of Death

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Death within the Citadel

Harry looked at the big hand of Commander Mograine, which held the sword which sent spasms of pain through his body, his hands holding onto the sword tightly, as a lance of fear shot through his body the moment that he looked at the man. It had been some time since he had arrived, the Lich King having promised to a forge armor and a weapon suitable for him, though he could not banish the thought that there was something behind the whole façade of nice-ness, hat there was something to the Lich king that the Lich King had withheld from him, the whole idea of the massacre of that village, with Anveena apparently so ready to follow him for a reason, the way that his heart was suddenly filled with an ethereal feeling whenever he was in contact with Anveena, like a well of magic was suddenly accessible to him, the feeling of the blade in his hands suddenly strengthening.

" Hold it right there." A voice rang out as the whole room shook, a lumbering Abomination forcing its way through the entrance, the beast of war standing before the Horseman of War, Mograine. " Master Mograine wanted by Kel' Thuzad. It be Important."

In the far reaches of the north, the Lich King was currently busy with forging the weapon of his desired Champion, his hands plunging straight into the molten Saronite, the dark energy that ran through the Saronite being focused into the blade, as he melded it to his specifications.

" Master, I think it would be prudent if you took a rest." He looked at Anveena as she held up a rag, which smelled plain bad. A look of irritation washed over him as he watched Commander Mograine saunter behind the Abomination, who he thought was named Patchwerk, it being something akin to a mishmash of limbs, and it was truly something that intrigued him. The idea behind the creation of an Abomination did not really reach his mind, for the presence of the Lich King once again filled his head. " It is a simple process, to create an Abomination. Stitch enough things together and make sure they are all animated, giving it a consciousness by adding a brain which is not really decomposed, though you could make sure that it is a reasonably fresh one, which increases the intelligence of the Abomination exponentially, but would make it less effective."

Harry seated himself on a nearby bench, watching as the Death Knights trained, the rag going over his muscles, which felt strange and stiff, even though he had been busy with fighting the Commander. The feeling of power that went through his body nearly constantly was only a testament that while his body continued to be used and abused, that it still would continue to work out for him, as the muscles apparently had seemed to grow well enough to be able to swing a sword the size of a Runeblade, which was easily 90 centimeter in length.

Anveena slowly began to undress him, the armor which he wore being dismantled by her hands, who seemed to be very unskilled in the tricks of unarmoring a man, or a woman, to say the least. There was a moment of silence where she looked at him, a blush slowly coming onto her face as she unlatched the belt that kept his trousers up, Harry merely giving her a look which said to get on with it, the entire job being quite the nuisance to him, due to the fact that there was something about the girl that bothered him slightly, even with the deathly energy running through his body, it was like she imbued him with Life once again, and that was, somehow, odd.

" Boy, fight me." A half-rotting Death Knight walked up to him, Harry's eyes looking over the corpse which had been reanimated to become a Death Knight. " Your name?"

" Edward Taggat. I will test your mettle." A hint of bodily fluid dripped from the jawbone, which was partially visible, the eyesockets being still with the eyeballs in it, but the color of the eyeball had taken on a milky white coloration, the decay in the body of the undead was clearly not too advanced, but still pretty largely done, though, Harry suspected, the Plague of Undeath was something which stopped the decay before the body became completely rotten. It wouldn't do for the soldiers to fall apart when they had been reanimated for a few weeks due to natural conditions, or if that was the logic behind it, it still might be a bit different from the whole reanimation process.

" Let's fight then." Harry said, looking at the undead with a vicious look coming onto his face, as he began to slowly get into a stance which would allow him to receive and deflect almost any blow, the blade in his hands being weathered and worn, while Edward apparently used his own Runeblade, which meant, that he was a fully fledged Death Knight, and should be leagues above him in skill, if not perseverance.

" Have at you!" the undead shouted at him, presumably to evoke a feeling of fear or just machismo, though it didn't really work on him, as he parred the blow of the blade with his own., the runes upon the blade igniting and a fine mist landing on his shoulders, immediately forming boils, which began to ooze blood as they burst under the weight of the platemail that Harry wore, Harry looking at the undead with a baleful look, a grin coming onto his face as he turned the pain and anger that he felt at the boils into power, the conversion of pain to pure undiluted anger working magnificently as a burst of strength filled his muscles and he forced the Runeblade off his blade, his anger swelling even further as he gripped the blade tightly and then forced it into a thrust, straight through the undead's platemailed chest, Edward staring at the blade between his ribs and letting out a rather hacking cackle which sounded like a chuckle, even as he moved backwards, apparently not impaired by the fact that he had just been impaled through the chest. "You need to take more than that to get one of the undead down. You probably had to wipe out Scarlet Crusaders, am I right?"

" Yes." That was the only answer he could give, before the Runeblade almost decapitated him, the look in Edward's eyes being somewhat bloodthirsty, but it would make a fine experience. " I would recommend you look into some of the research texts, should you manage to survive the extra training you will receive once you have your Runeblade. It should be beneficial for one of your skill. Also, I would give the friendly bit of advice to keep that fighting spirit, and show it to me again."

He walked away after casually throwing a bolt of some greenish energy at one of the Death Knights in his path, watching how the body of the Death Knight was flung by the blast into one of the walls, cracking the section of the wall, which repaired itself magically, it seemed, as the Death Knight got up and then ambled back to the opponent he was fighting, like nothing had happened, throwing a casual greeting at Edward.

The unmade blade was dipped into the burning chasm, the metal heating up almost instantly as runes sprang up around the blade, floating around it in a cylindrical fashion, the look of horror which came upon one of the mortals which were present to serve as the first victims of the soon to be Runeblade being as much as an enjoyment for the forger of the Runeblade. Arthas Menethil he had once been, but now was the Lich King, the Lord of Death, the Unholy King of Lordaeron. "Today one of my greatest champions shall receive a blade worthy of him." A silence fell after that, followed by the scream of one of the mortals as the blade was driven through his chest, smothered in the flesh, the sizzling hot metal making a smell arise from the body, as it turned into a different shape, a blast of Ice-cold air rushing through the landscape just as the Lich King held up the blade, the frosty air imbuing the Runeblade with the chill of the plains of Northrend, as Ice Revenants had been sucked into the blade, the blood that was still on the blade freezing solid and breaking off within a second, a mighty abomination stepping forth and gave a deep growl as the Runeblade was imbedded in its guts, a mighty wail from the Abomination signifying the transfer of necrotic energies had been done, the Lich King now holding up the blade and giving a hiss from his mouth as he planted it into the ground, a screeching sound coming from the ground as something gargantuan that lay underneath the ice stirred.

Harry looked up to the ceiling as he lay, spread eagle on the ground, still feeling the tremendous abuse that had been inflicted upon him. Apparently, one did not try to engage in friendly banter with a Lich, who had been quite cross with him as he had been smacked around by bolts of frost, obviously not enough to kill him, but still, it had hurt a bit. A cackle and clatter sounded from behind him as he watched the Lich's skull appear above him and he wondered about the whole thing with the spells and such, since they should probably have been lethal to him. "You are one of the Master's favorite pets, so I will not harm you further. Bear in mind however, that I will destroy you should you show any sign of weakness. My name is Theodore Lambast, but you may call me Theodore, or Mister Lambast." Harry groaned something as he got up, dusting himself off, small chunks of ice hitting the ground where they shattered in even tinier pieces, a look sent at them making him wonder how he would be able to control such intense frost too. It would be nice to toss it around for some time, to freeze people solid and make ice lollipops out of them.

"Well, since you do seem to be quite capable of surviving, let me teach you a bit about frost." The forced generosity within his voice put Harry on edge as he grabbed the sword he had on loan from the armory and then got up, looking at the Lich, who had an extremely cross air around him. " The Lich King has asked me to instruct you in some of the basic properties of frost. Due to my will being forced by him, I do not have much choice in the matter, but I will let you know that it is often best if you would just try to work within the lines of his command, and do not take them literal, always with a pinch of distrust."

The Lich straightened out and then began onto a long lecture about how to call up the energy of frost, as the blood within Harry's veins began to slowly turn frozen as he applied that mechanic of manipulation to his own body, a frigid cold enveloping his body at the moment when he looked at the Lich, a hand being raised into the air and a blast of chill spreading through the room, the Lich looking at Harry with a mixture of what appeared to be smug satisfaction, though it couldn't really be seen as the facial muscles had been gone for what appeared to be some, well, to say, most of the flesh, the only thing moving except the bones being a steady chill which pulsed like a heartbeat.

" You have learned how to control the frost in your body. Now, there is nothing for me to teach, so scram." Without anything else to say, the Lich left, Harry looking at the space where it had been and hoped that it would be a bit better for his own sanity should his next teacher be someone who at least would employ some sanity in his training mechanisms, due to the fact that his entire beody felt stiff and unresponsive, probably due to the frostbite that had appeared around most of his extremities, which was a quite unpleasant feeling.

"You are required in the great hall." A voice sounded close to his ear and he looked to the side to see an Acolyte stand there, looking down towards the ground, Harry's armor clanking a little bit as he walked beside the Acolyte, not being that used to the architecture of the citadel of Naxxramas.

"The rest of your fellow Death Knights will receive their weapons before you have received yours." The acolyte was very reverant of the tone with which he described the weapon part and Harry looked at the Acolyte as he followed the Acolyte through the corridors of Naxxramas, finally coming to a large open space, where a portal had shimmered into existence. Syra, Anveena and Trisha were already in front of it, Calia being nowhere in sight. "It is the intention that we go through the portal, commander." Syra's voice cut through his thoughts about where Calia might be, as she stepped through the portal, him being the last one, the chill of the winds that howled around him overtaking his senses for a moment as a shiver ran through his body as he stared at the Lich King, seated upon the frozen throne. "Your armor and weapons are finished, Death Knights of mine." With a snap of his fingers, a suit of armor rose from the ground, levitated there by a wave of frost it appeared, floating towards Trishia, before which it hovered. "Wear the armor proudly and with distinction, little Gnome. You belong to the Scourge now, and enforce MY will." A Runeblade floated into the air before Trishia and she took it gently.

The blade was longer then she was, but it didn't really matter, as it looked to be very strong. Runes glowed over the length of the blade, as it was wide and seemed to have a razor-sharp edge, along with a green glow which ran over the blade, it looking quite impressive, even if someone said it. As she had taken a hold of it, the runes ignited, as she cut the air, a small gash appearing upon the stone as the vampiric Runeblade activated fully for its master. The armor which she had gotten had spiked pauldrons, apparently going to be used for ramming a shoulder in someone's unprotected stomach or something, along with the plate armor being decorated with skulls, along with what looked to be something like a barbarian's outfit, which was, quite odd, Harry thought.

"I will serve you with my life, Master." She took a few steps back, beyond Harry's point of view and he could hear the sounds of her dressing herself with her new armor, which he noted to be quite weird, as it seemed more like she were slithering into something. "Syra Stormfury, tread forwards. With pride and distinction you will serve me, by this I, the Lich King, grant you your weapon and armor."

The armor which was levitated in front of Syra had a distinctive look, there being no spiky pauldrons, but instead of that, a single skull mounted on the left pauldron, apparently made out of the same material as the pauldrons had been made from, a tail hole being in the leggings, apparently out of anticipation for the fact that she had a tail. For the rest, it looked very much like the armor of a knight, except the symbol of the Scourge was emblazoned upon it. The blade was something entirely different, being a straight one with some grooves into it, along with a saw like part of the blade, which looked to be ready to tear flesh off the body, a sadistic smile coming onto Syra's face as she accepted the blade.

"I shall serve." Was all that she said as she stepped back after receiving the armor, out of Harry's line of sight, as had Trishia, his eyes keeping their forward stare at all times, not wanting to look away from the Lich King. " Sister, this here is your armor, even if I am not around anymore."

An armor without much ornamentation was given to her, except the lion on the breastplate, along with the symbol of Lordaeron, which the woman accepted gladly, the Runeblade she received being picked up and then swung a few times. A skull adorned the pommel, as rubies and sapphires were encrusted upon the blade, the dark essence that seeped from them being a clear indication that this was something that was very dangerous to the health of those who ventured deep into the territory of being able to touch it. She took it without saying anything, kneeling before Harry and then beginning to dress herself, the whole part of dressing herself in the new armor involving her stripping of most of her garments save a small chainmail shirt and a pair of linen pants and then placing the armor onto her body, as the look that she sent Harry was one of complete trust, the Lich King patiently waiting till she was done with dressing herself before allowing her to rejoin the rest. Harry felt how the other two formed a line behind him, wondering what the meaning was.

"Now… Harry Potter… my champion… You have survived the trials which I have thrown at you, even managed to get an apprentice in the art of magic to follow you unquestioningly… Hereby, I grant you this armor, wear it with my blessing." Harry watched as the armor floated through the air towards him, there being only a platemail chest, gauntlets, arm protectors, leggings and boots. The chest plate had the sigil of the Scourge emblazoned upon it, while the runes on the chestplate seemed to emanate darkness. As he pulled off his own chestplate, discarding it and then putting on the chestplate, Anveena's hands helping him to get it on, the rest of the armor being picked off by her hands, the rest of the armor plates covering his body soon enough. As he was fully armored, he looked at the Lich King, kneeling into the snow before him, as a Runeblade was pushed towards him.

As his eyes looked at the blade, a shimmer entered his eyes. The blade's hilt seemed to be made out of black metal, which shone in the faint light that shone at this moment, a silence that stretched as his breath made the blade fog up a bit. A skull was engraved at the pommel, runes stretching over the blade in a cryptic pattern, the rune pattern lighting up.

"You are… my master." A voice entered his mind as he grabbed a hold of the Runeblade, accepting the sentience of it within a second, at that moment, a shudder going through his body as he looked at the Lich King and rose. "As a special gift… You shall receive a steed." A roar rumbled throughout the surroundings and something heavy thunked down onto the ground behind Harry, making him turn around to look at the thing that had landed behind him, staring into a massive maw filled with frost and otherworldly energy, the skull which it held being that of a dragon, and a very large one at that. "This is your mount, my Chosen. A Frost Wyrm named Destrogos."

" You are… my master." A deep rumbling voice, which could only belong to the Frost Wyrm, Destrogos, rumbled around in the howling storm, Harry being in awe that he was getting a Frost Wyrm as his mount, this being more then he could have hoped for. A normal mount would have been nice, but this trumped it all. There was a silence as he looked at the mount and then thumped himself on the chest once, in a mock military salute from his world. "I will make sure that Destrogos will survive."

"Very well. You four are now a company of Death Knights under the command of Harry Potter. Do not fail me, Potter, or you will lose what favor you had with me." Syra, Trishia and Calia briefly gave a salute, although Calia's seemed to be somewhat more out of a different emotion then the others, Syra giving him an appraising look and then seemed to mutter something to herself, about having to work on something now.

"What is it that you want us to do, My King?" Harry asked, most diplomatically, looking at the Lich King's feet as he was bowed before the Lord of the Dead, the Lich King's hand briefly touching his cheek, the blue pinpricks of unholy light that shone within the eyes of the Lich King fizzling out of existence for a moment until Harry blinked, the glow back in full swing.

" I want you to retrieve an item from a pit for me…"

I hope that this chapter pleases you, since it sprouted from my mind…

NOW…. I will play Wrath of the Lich King today, and make my Death Knight… Probably going to make it a Blood Elf, they look a lot better than other chars…

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