Chapter 1
Kel'Thuzad and the Scourge

It was a chilling morning. Snow crunched under a pair of heavy feet, light boots, rotting legs, and metal wheels. An Undead caravan marched through a frozen forest, devoid of all life, not even trees lived from the blight scattered. The land of Lordaeron has definitely seen better days.

Suddenly, a dark arrow buzzed through the air and struck a ghoul right in the undead chest. The ghoul gave a shriek, and fell back, breaking into half from the force which it crashed the ground with. The remaining four ghouls and abomination paused, the necromancer alert. Four banshees appeared and flanked them; two from the right and two from the left. An undead ranger emerged from the shadows and walked up to the caravan, her bow poised and ready with an arrow imbued with darkness.

The caravan struck; a ghoul for banshee and abomination against the archer. They were prepared however; the banshees howled and screamed a mystic song, which cursed the ghouls, causing them to go even clumsier with their attacks. Soon, the banshees again screamed and started displacing their souls inside the living corpses, taking control of them. Their ghostly form evaporated as the ghouls looked as though they had been struck with a mallet. Meanwhile, the huge abomination lumbered forward and kept striking the ranger with its bloody hook and fearsome cleaver. However, it seems the ranger was not even affected. She stood tall and unmoving, taking the blows, her hands outstretched while she muttered. The lumbering creature suddenly stopped as though he was struck by lightning. The ranger then disappeared into the shadows, taking the corpse hulk with her. The ghouls followed suit.

The necromancer, staring in shock at the battle beforehand, suddenly abandoned the lone meat wagon and ran for his life. Looking back, he saw the ranger once again, taking aim. He screamed in fear; but his cry was cut short when a near-invisible arrow shot through the air and pierced right through his body. Then all was quiet once more.

Back at the camp where Kel'Thuzad visited, a necromancer hurried up to the terrifying lich.

"Master Kel'Thuzad, urgent news! Out of the previous three caravans that disappeared a week ago, the caravan that set out west five days ago have been found!"

The lich, with eyes of light blue like a frost and a body like a robed skeleton, raised his head when he heard this, and waved his arm that was shackled with a broken chain in acknowledgment. "Well? Lead me to it at once," he said lazily.

The necromancer led the skeletal being, guarded by five abominations and a frost wyrm, to the place where the caravan was ambushed. The wagon was splintered into many wooden fragments and metal, and robbed of its load of corpses. The corpse of the shot necromancer still lay there, with a bloody arrow in his back. On the projectile was a note. Kel'Thuzad picked it up, and after a few minutes of silence reading it, crushed the paper with his bony hands and the note exploded in shards of ice. It had read:

Greetings, Lich. I am sure you had not forgotten about us, the Forsaken Undead? We, which were murdered in our homelands of Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas, and forcibly taken to do your bastard Lich King's bidding? Mark my words, I shall take back our land and take Lordaeron as my own, and you shall bow before me with your precious King Arthas. Beware…

S. Windrunner

"Come, necromancer. Back to camp," barked the Lich at the mage. "We must pre-"

He silenced. A leaf rustled during his order. With a sudden motion, he waved his skeletal arm and pointed a bony finger to where the rustling leaf was heard. A frost nova erupted from the exact spot, and 5 ghouls shrieked from the blast.

Without warning but expected, a huge wave of ghouls appeared from both sides of the woods toward the small group. The hungry, snarling corpses ran for their fresh meat.

Before Kel'Thuzad could release another nova, his frost wyrm suddenly blew upon the abomination guards, freezing and slowing their actions. The lich quickly casted Frost Armor on himself and his forces by speaking a powerful incantation that at once covered each of his troops with a frigid halo of frost in mid-air. Cursing the power of Charm Sylvanas commanded, he released another powerful Frost Nova which wiped out a circle of ghouls. Ice erupted from the center of the pack, freezing the walking corpses beyond and below temperatures. The frozen ghouls then shattered into pieces by themselves. The necromancer casted his Cripple spell on the giant undead dragon to put it to no use; muttering incantations, the wyrm started slowing down as though shackled by numerous heavy chains. It struggled to release another blast, trying to shake off the magic.

The wall of abominations with the aid of the armor fended off the ghouls effectively, but they were beginning to weaken. Kel'Thuzad then summoned all his power and mana and unleashed his Death and Decay on the ghouls surrounding the giant creatures. His blue eyes shone with energy as he raised his hands and chanted; purple and black clouds erupted in a radius controlled by the lich. The area around the magic clouds started growing black as it rotted and decayed; everything in the vicinity started dying as though aging thousands of years in a matter of seconds. Wave after wave of ghouls instantly fell and were reduced to rotting corpses once more when the clouds surrounded them. The cleaver-wielding creatures decomposed and fell to the ground in a pile of moldy remains. Soon, only Kel'Thuzad and the necromancer stood in the middle of the circle of decaying corpses.

Back at camp, Kel'Thuzad angrily pondered the meaning of the letter.

Of course, Sylvanas had separated with her forces when she attempted to assassinate King Arthas, and no doubt also marked I, the Lich who saved him, a target. But to even now still defy Arthas, who has merged with the Lich King himself? She shall pay dearly for this…

Sylvanas had been launching sneak attacks and ambushes at his forces since the destruction of Balnazzar the Dreadlord at Dalaran. About 10 of his whole Undead army have already fallen due to her harassments and cunning ambushes. Now, it was his turn to strike back now. Collecting his cool demeanor once more, he organized an army of Undead.

The Lich led the wave of ghouls that marched on the front lines, with abominations behind them. 3 large wyrms floated above them, their empty, white eyes staring around blankly and roaring once in a while, releasing shards of frost. Obsidian statues, dark as the pit of night, hauntingly behind them, ready to act as support and healing. A meat wagon creakily moved behind them all, as a corpse carrier. The robed necromancers stood by the wagon, ready to raise an army of the dead. Gargoyles, vile, voracious, one-eyed creatures, flew above these, acting as sentries and ready to slaughter any opposing air opponents. Upon nearing the ruined location of Dalaran, Kel'Thuzad halted the army and prepared for battle.

I'm coming for you banshee…you shall not survive against the Lich King's power and servants…