*Caleb finds a new world upon his return*

It's amazing what the Undead can do, Caleb thought as he downed another mug of ale.

He forced himself into the darkest corner of the tavern and tried to go unnoticed. His red eyes glowered in the midst of the undead that surrounded him. While thoughts of vengeance and hatred still flooded his mind, thoughts of what his next step might be were persistent.

Fool, Caleb thought as Kil'jaeden entered his mind, you are already dead.

His time in the tavern was not just for show. He heard some interesting tales among the more intelligent of the undead. Within the length of just four hours, he knew the aftermath of the so-called "Third War". The Forsaken, as they called themselves, have allied with the brutish Horde; the Draenei, a race he only heard from Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, landed on Azeroth and make a pact with the Alliance. The Blood Elves, pathetic remnants that they were, have also joined the Horde. Caleb was surprised to hear that Illidan Stormrage, Malfurion's cursed brother, had made a name for himself in Outland, but was later slain by a group of heroes. It is still not known whether he is truly dead or not. The damned prince, Arthas Menethil, had also risen to prestige. Caleb personally knew him, having met some time ago. But their moment was brief and Arthas had most likely forgotten about him.

Even more disturbing was that Arthas had become the Lich King himself, fusing with the soul bound in the enchanted helm. However, Caleb was not prepared for what he heard next.

"Are you sure?" An undead warlock asked his warrior companion.

"Yes, I received the news this morning." the warrior replied, "The Lich King has been slain by a group of adventurers along with the aid of Tirion Fordring. I honestly didn't believe it at first, but it's been confirmed. Arthas is dead."

There were few things that stunned Caleb after the hell he had been through, but this simply paralyzed him. Arthas, having become a death god, ruling swarms of undead creatures and wielding the power to conquer this world, had been defeated. This was a possibility that Caleb did not foresee.

It seems that even death may die, Caleb thought.

Anyway, the time for reminiscing was over. He had more important things to do. Having no gold on him, he quietly snuck out of the tavern without even so much as a glance in his direction. The green light emanating from the buildings that dotted the street he was walking on exposed his full figure. The leather trench coat, hat and boots, along with a white linen shirt were all gained from a rogue he killed on his way to Undercity. He also gained a nice set of daggers so that he now had something to kill with other than his demonic spells.

This won't do, he wearily thought.

Cocky as he was, even he knew that even with his strength having returned, he would still need help when the time came to face Kil'jaeden once more. But that was the problem. He didn't know who to call upon. The Horde in general distrusted the undead, and although he could pass himself off as merely a powerful human warlock with his ghastly features, he could never ask the Alliance for help for if they discovered what he has done up to this point, they would rather die than help him. An idea then came to him. His allies may not necessarily still be alive, but not undead either. Yes, he would have to find fallen allies dotted across Azeroth and bring them back to the corporeal realm using his advanced resurrection spells, courtesy of Kil'jaeden. Although he removed his powers, he couldn't remove Caleb's knowledge and that was his real strength. Now, he needed to find these beings that were once powerful and famous in their own right and to give them a second chance at life.

And he knew just who to look for.

It was risky, but he had to find Arthas' corpse. The last time he met the fallen prince, it didn't end well. But Caleb had no choice; he had to make this work if he were to ever get his revenge. This is a path that he had to follow to the bitter end. Nothing else mattered now.

Finding the Bat Handler and quickly plunging one of his daggers through the wretched creature's skull, Caleb took off with the mount so that his presence wouldn't attract further attention. Finally exiting the ruins that were Undercity, Caleb turned his thoughts to the frozen wastelands of Northrend. He had to find the corpse of the former Lich King and fast. Who knows what his killers have done with it? Maybe he wasn't too late, and hopefully his mount could get him there soon enough.

Realizing that he could soon have Forsaken on his tail, he kicked the reins of the bat so that it flew even faster than before. Caleb glanced back to see Undercity fading into a silhouette and took a moment to plan his route to Icecrown Citadel suddenly remember that he had a safe house near an abandoned mining town not far from the citadel. If he could reach it, maybe some of his equipment, spells and summons were there. He would need all the help he could get, after all.

Now, Caleb took a moment to rest. There would be plenty of time for killing, but now he needed to relax and prepare for the coming onslaught.

Before he could do so, however, he spotted an Alliance ship heading in the same direction he was. He stared blankly at it for a few moments, when a malicious grin soon swept his face as he fantasized about what he could do to those onboard.

"He he," Caleb snickered, "you're going to need a bigger boat."

He then pulled on the rein and swept down towards the doomed vessel.