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"You were once slaves"
The sounds of heavy machinery were heard within the bowels of the fortress, and heavy pieces of armour were dropped to the ground yet only one person spoke.
"Your minds and free will were taken from you"
Across the long chamber, ten different machines opened up giving room for those next in line to move forward and take place inside of it. As one they all moved and stopped once they stood in the middle of the machines, clamps on each side reached out to them and every person moved to grab each one.
"But no more, you have chosen to take up this fight. You could have done it because you want to protect this world, its people, to redeem yourself perhaps or something as plain and simple as revenge"
Holding onto the clamps their bodies were twisted as the ground under them opened up and more mechanical hands came forward. Each one holding a different piece of amour.
"The reasons don't matter, the objective, the mission, it's all going to be the same. Soon we march for Northrend and take the fight back to the Lich King and end his reign"
The amour pieces were slotted into place and connected and soon all of them now stood with a new set of amour. Except for one, now standing upright, a helmet slowly started to form around their heads, taking the shape of a silver skull. The clamps lowered around them, and the machines reset for the next person. As one, of the group moved forward out of the machine and moved over to the next station, another group of ten entered the machines. (1)
"We will be outnumbered, outgunned, in unknown territory. We will need every advantage we can get. So, you shall be more than what you are"
The newly armoured group of ten moved to the next area, they each moved to the weapon racks and grabbed the strange-looking weapons that none of them have seen before. They each grab one and move to a shooting range.
"The amour you are going to wear is the most advanced on the planet. It will allow you the shrug off magic attacks, it will increase your strength, your speed. Your helmet is no longer for show, a tactical heads-up display that connects to the satellite network. You will be able to immediately talk to each from any point on the battlefield, and be given information on the enemy forces"
They all kneeled and aimed their weapons, as they at least worked the same as the other guns in the world, meaning you aim and pull the trigger. As they did, aiming at the target, they fired and trained themselves. Blue rounds of hot plasma left the barrel and flew through the air before some of them hit their targets and some others missed.
"This will be an uphill battle, we will have to fight every step. So be it, if the rest of the world is going to sit back and let the enemy consolidate his power. Then we'll just have to deal with him ourselves"
They continued to practise with their new weapons before standing and moving to the next station. Arriving at the new weapon rack, they each moved forward and grabbed a large black blade that was waiting for them, not the rune blade that they used before but something more.
"But do not forget, there are many other Death Knights that have been enslaved by the Lich king. But they were not so lucky as to be freed from his control. This is a mission to end this evil but do not assume that we are going to let others suffer, the secondary objective is to free your fellow brothers and sisters. We will turn the army of the enemy against him"
Each one of them grabbed their new blades and turned to each other. Then they started to fight, training their skills and getting used to the new armour.
"Once the enemy is defeated, I give you my word I will do everything in my power to undo what has happened to you, if it proves impossible then I will grant a loophole to peace, and I do not mean death. I mean a deep slumber full of pleasant dreams and good feelings. A fitting reward for what you are about to do"
The Death Knights charged at each other and fought.
Kal stood in front of a round holographic table and looked at a new detailed map of Northrend, thanks to the satellites they now had a real-time image of the continent and we were discussing what the best landing zone would be. Around him were the Horsemen, it was decided that until such a time that it proved not to work, the original command structure that the Death Knights would be put back into place.
The Horsemen held the highest rank but Kal had taken overall command, something he didn't necessarily agree with as he knew the least about what they were attacking. Though based on what he was told, he had no choice but to take the lead 'You were the one who freed us, you're providing the means the free others and combat the enemy. The rest wouldn't listen to us as much as they would you' Mograine had told him.
"The Borean Tundra would be my choice," Lady Blaumeux said as Zeliek nodded at the idea "Flat lands so they wouldn't be able to sneak up on us, the new weapons will do good work against them here, there's no cover, it'll be difficult for even the worst of us to miss"
While no one was directly against the idea, Korth'azz shook his head "It'd also put us further away from'em. We push forward but they bastards will have more time to prepare for us" he countered calmly "Not ta mention we'd lose are chances of a surprise assault"
It was a fair counterargument and neither directly corrected him on it "But we could try and get some allies" she reached up and the map zoomed in on another zone next to the Tundra "The Nexus would be right next to it. If we could set up a camp, maybe a small fort if we have the time. We could provide support for the Blue Dragonflight who no doubt is starting to struggle against the undead hordes" she reasoned.
It was something Kal found himself nodding to, the idea of getting help from the dragons sounded like a very good thing and something he would want to have. Before he could voice his opinion on the matter, Mograine spoke up first "A partnership with the dragons would be a huge advantage for us, but do not forget that the Blue flight is the most unstable and the least reasonable" he said calmly, countering the argument "despite regaining his mind after so long, Malygos is just as crazy as he always has been, the fuckers mad. If we want to ally with the dragons, then we should land right at Dragonblight" he said moving forward and pointing at the map.
Kal looked and saw that he pointed to the middle of the map, a large patch of land connected to the ocean and seemed to be directly under the lands controlled directly by Icecrown "If we go there then we'll be in for a lot of large scale fighting quickly, we won't have time to build up a defence" Blaumeux said back as she crossed her arms, looking at their former leader.
"True" he admitted "but we'd have a far better chance of getting allies" he pointed to the drawing of a large structure that looked like a tower "We can land on the coast and make up a temporary camp near the Moa'ki Harbor. While the rest of us do that, Kal can head up to the Wyrmrest Temple, they'll be someone there he can speak to and arrange an audience with one of the Aspects, the Life-Binder if we're lucky" All the others listened as he explained the plan.
"The Life-Binder?" Kal spoke up as he looked at the Death Knight "Alexstrasza" he stated, thinking back to what he was told about Azeroth's history. The dragon queen came up a couple of times and he had to admit he was interested in her story, as well as the rest of the dragons.
"Yes" he nodded back to their new leader "out of all the Aspects, she is the most likely to ally with us. Though that is assuming her personality hasn't changed too much since her capture by the orcs during the first war"
'Yes, that could cause issues' he thought to himself, Kal didn't know all the details about her capture by the Horde when they first arrived on the planet. Though he knew enough to know that it would be more than fair for her to change during her capture "but if you could convince her to ally with us against the Scourge, it would be completely possible for her to do the same with her kin. The united force of the Dragonflights would be a force that few others could match" he continued as he turned to look at the others.
Sir Zeliek looked closer at the map "The only problem being is that we would need to secure an alliance with them. We would be stationed dangerously close to Icecrown, within spitting distance of the Frozen Throne. We won't have the time or a way to quietly free our still slaved brothers and sisters" All others turned to look at him as he spoke "If we can secure dragon aid then it will be a frontline battle the the entire way to the citadel, they'll be no time to secure lines or fortifications. Even with the new weapons and armour, it will be a close call. If we fail to get the alliance, then we will have no choice but to withdraw and set camp elsewhere, build up our forces and attack again. Only this time the Lich King will be more prepared"
Stating it in such a way, it did paint a bleak picture. Everything roads on him making a good impression on a dragon queen and convincing her to ally with a force that consists entirely of undead. Which sounded like something the Life-Binder would be against. They did have something else going for them, thankfully. There was no doubt that the Scourge wasn't at the very least causing problems for the dragons Kal and Kelex both theorized that the dragons may be the only ones keeping the full might of the Scourge at bay. It was completely possible that they would welcome the aid of another force, despite where it comes from.
The thought of such a large horde of mindless undead caused Kal to remember what was at stake. The longer the Scourge went on the larger their force became, the more they killed the larger their force got, and the more dragons they killed the larger their force got. They couldn't afford to wait for long and they couldn't afford to leave any of the enemy left standing.
"We head for Dragonblight" Kal stated, interrupting the conversation that he had missed as others carried on without him "We make a temporary camp near the coast and move to Wyrmrest Temple, I'll speak to whoever is there and do my best to explain the situation and secure an alliance. I'll go over the plan in more detail later, I need to do some tasks first" Kal turned away from the table and made to leave "Make sure everyone is trained up and ready, we leave in six hours" he ordered them all before leaving the meeting room.
As the Death Knights got to work, training with the new weapons. The plasma rifles were standard Kryptonian tech, they would make short work of the Scourges forces. At least when powered up. The weapons have a system built into their software, the wielder has the option to charge it up to make the blast more powerful, however, the more powerful you make the lower the rate of fire is. On the lower settings, the rifles can use rapid fire and have the same amount of power as a 50-cal bullet, though without the recoil of a weapon that would fire bullets that strong.
Not that it was the only weapon upgrade, of course, being made to discard their rune blades on Kal's orders. They were given new blades made for that, created with primary reinforced steel but given a small cocktail of Adamantium and Nth Metal. Needless to say, on their own, the blades would be unmatched, however, Kal was not going to take any chances. The handle of the blades and axes was not just solid metal but technology. When activated, a wave of plasma will coat the blade and be held together with a magnetic field. A small chuckle escaped Kal when he thought about the situation, he pretty much brought buff lightsabres to a medieval world.
Not to mention taking the time to get a better understanding of the new speed and strength that the armour could provide. They were running around the training halls, climbing up tough terrain and lifting weights. He didn't doubt that they would get the most experience from the battlefield itself and he would be there to help should they need it.
But at the moment he had his project to work on. Within his own smaller personal workshop, he was standing in front of a large metal casing. It was circular with a hatch on top of it open, holding the key to the weapon in his hand. He looked down at the small rod that was ready to be placed into place and ready to be used.
Kal floated up into the air and hovered above the opening of the shell, he took a moment as he wondered whether this was something that he wanted to do. No, of course, he didn't. Azeroth has known war, but he didn't know if he truly wanted to introduce this world to such a weapon from his past world. Though the thought was quickly pushed back, it was that type of hesitation that caused his enemy to create even more death and destruction.
"Never again" he said to himself as he reached forward and inserted the rod into the casing and armed the weapon. When the Lich King is dealt with, he was going use this a wipeout everything he built in one fell swoop. Sliding the rod into its hold; he twisted it sideways until he heard a click. Then stepping back, he waited a moment before the calming hum came from inside the casing. It was now armed and ready for use "Now I am become death, destroyer of worlds" he quoted.
Turning away and making his way back out towards the others. It only just dawned on him how correct that statement was. Now all that was left was to hopefully get some information on the woman he needed to speak to, thankfully he had quick access to someone who could help.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Onyxia smiled as she leaned back on her chair, looking out of her cell and across the corridor. Right towards her new neighbour, it was the best entertainment she's had in a while. Kel'thuzad has done nothing over the past couple of hours except try to use his magic to escape, needless to say, it wasn't going well.
Much like with herself and druid, that dammed machine Kelex has warned him about the pain that would come from trying and of course how the electricity would turn fatal if continued. It seemed that the lich didn't care too much, his pride not allowing him to handle being held captive by someone who has no magic. Though unlike herself and the druid, he didn't have a... conventual body.
Kel'Thuzad was nothing more than a pile of bones being held together with magic and his soul. What was left of it at least. So, you couldn't kill it, it was already dead. Which also meant he take a lot more punishment from Kelex.
Which created some entertainment for herself, hence leaning back in her chair and watching with a smile as the undead lashed in pain, doing everything he could to try and escape. Only to result in more pain making him stop. Then he tried again, and the cycle continues.
"The pain stops when you do" a new voice called out, a frown came onto her face as the figure of her captor walked into view, standing in the middle of the corridors, blocking the view of the lich. Much to her annoyance.
"Never!" he shouted at the alien "I will escape these bonds soon vermin! When I do, I will take great pleasure in turning you into my personal slave!" he shouted as he tried again to forcibly remove himself from the containment sarcophagus, which resulted in another wave of electricity going through him.
"Well, I'll try again later" he said and waved his hand. As he did so, the front of the sarcophagus was sealed up with the same blue crystals as the wall. After a moment one would be forgiven if they thought that nothing was there as it was completely indistinguishable from the wall.
When that happened, Kal turned and looked at her. As soon as their eyes met, he walked forward and stopped just in front of her cell "What can you tell me about Alexstrasza?" he asked her.
Without her even meaning to an eyebrow rose on her head 'The Life-binder' she thought to herself. What would he want with her? Not that it mattered, of course, she would not help him. No matter what he wanted. Calming her facial expression, she didn't answer. Instead, she turned in her chair and went back to staring at the wall.
"What? Still don't feel like talking?" he asked her, once again he was met with silence from the black dragon "You are an interesting one" he continued as he took a couple of steps forward and to Onyxia's silent shock, he stepped right through the glass wall that kept her trapped like it wasn't even there "everywhere I go, whoever I ask. When the topic of the black dragons come up, it's always the same answer" he walked into her cell and started to pace calmly behind her "the black dragons, the brood of Neltharion, the former Earth warder and more commonly known as Deathwing" despite her best effort, she facilitated in place at the mention of her father "himself and all of his children are completely insane, uncompromising and desire nothing more than the destruction of everything around them"
He stopped moving and looked at her more closely "which is why you confuse me so much because based on what I've been told, you were able to seamlessly infiltrate Stormwind, take one of their most important roles, practically take over the king. That doesn't fit the discretion of someone completely mad. So why is that?" his question was once again met with complete silence "The only assumption I can currently make would be that it has something to do with age. Though I'm only basing that on what I've been told about you and the size of your dragon form is similar to that of Merithra, Caelestrasz and that blue dragon I never got the name of"
The urge to stand up and burn him overtook her for a moment 'This mortal dare's call my true form a dragon form!?' as if it was less important than the one she was trapped in now. She quickly stood up and made to attack him. However, before she could, a searing pain came from her neck "AAAAHHHH!" she yelled before falling to the ground 'magical use detected, two warnings given, one more warning remains before lethal force is authorized' Kelex's voice called out from above them.
Onyxia grits her teeth, ignoring the pain before she tried to pick herself up off the ground. Placing both her hands on the ground as she pushed herself up "Sorry, I'm rambling" he commented "Anyway, Life-binder, what can you tell me?"
His question was once again left unanswered. The brood mother simply scowled at him before stepping back to her chair and sitting down "You've done very little since coming here, I get that you have a lot of patience, you must have given your long life. But I'm willing to bet your board" he stopped speaking for a minute and thought about what the best plan going forward would be. That was when he turned and looked at the window, the only viewpoint she had to a place that was not her cell. A look of contemplation came onto his face "If you tell me about the Alexstrasza I'll lower the concealing screen and you can keep watching the Lich torture himself" he offered.
When he said that, she turned her head and looked at her warden. She thought about it before a small smirk came onto her face.
Kal stood in front of his forces, at least his temporary ones within the fortress's main atrium. The Trident of Atlan was held tightly in his hand, embedded in the ground. Just in front of him were the four horsemen, each one now wearing their new silver armour with their helmets left off. He didn't know why but he assumed that it was so they could stand out from the others and hold more of a measure of authority over the others.
Behind them, each and every one of the former Death Knights stood with their backs straight, the armour completely sealed around them, helmets included. They had a real menacing look about them all, Kal had to take a moment to once again agree with himself when he and Kelex said it would be best for them to change the colour from black to silver. The plasma rifles were held with two hands against their chests, a small plasma pistol on their hips and finally on their backs a collection of newly created swords, axes, daggers, the works.
They were ready for the first assault "Before we begin, I would like to say a few words" he started as all the others stared blankly "Make no mistake about it, as of the moment, you are the most powerful and equipped force in the known world. We are outnumbered in every way shape and form but we will win. We have to win, we owe it to all those who died at the hands of those monsters, those that suffered due to the will of their master and most of all, you owe it to yourself for all the pain you have suffered and been made to force on others" as he spoke he could see a couple of people shuffle in place, clearly many where hit hard by the acts they were made to do, at least they are now that they have their own will back.
"What we are about to do is many things, an act of war, defence, a pre-emptive strike or retribution. Take your pick, but what some of you may not have realized, is that this war could be a chance of redemption for your past crimes. I doubt anyone could still blame you for your past actions if you personally aided in the storming of Icecrown and knocking the Lich King right off his frozen throne and raising the entire citadel to the ground"
With that said Kal raised the trident and tapped the base of the shaft to the ground. It wasn't hard but the sound of it echoed throughout the hall. When it did, Kelex's form came in from behind Kal and floated just behind his body. He didn't say anything, instead, he just stayed there for a moment as his hands spread out and a Boomtube opened up in front of him but behind Kal "Now! Shall we begin!" he said before moving forward towards it.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he heard them shout behind him.
'How could it come to this?'
That was the one prevailing thought going through Ko'nani's mind as he was forced to jam his fishing spear into the skull of one of the Scourge's mindless foot soldiers. The body which was mostly a skeleton fell to the ground with a final blood gruelling screech.
Ko'nani, the leader and Elder of Moa'ki Harbor looked around the ice desert that gave a solid road further inland towards the centre of Northrend. Off in the distance, seemingly just on the edge of the Horizen one could make out the great tower of the dragonflights. Sometimes in his youth, he would spend hours of the day looking out over these lands and admiring the beauty of them. But now all he could see was death.
The white and blue colour that the ice gave off was now replaced with black, coming from the dark armour of the enemy that was charging towards them. He couldn't at least two hundred of the monsters, not even a fraction of the Scourge's true force. But when he looked from side to side, he could count only twenty of his own people that remained able to fight.
They couldn't even rely on the dragons to aid them, the force they were able to face was enough to wipe them out but also small enough to not be noticed by the flights. Turning his head, he looked at the closet to him "Caregiver Mumik" he started as he reached out with a shaking hand and gripped the innkeeper's shoulder "Get everyone to the boats, right now" When he said that all others turned to look at him "we'll hold the line and buy you time to escape with the women and children"
The Innkeeper's mouth opened, and his large tusks waved as he shook his head "...Elder" he started.
"GO!" he shouted with a shove that nearly knocked the Innkeeper down "The others must escape! We must hold the line for the others!" the sound of his strong and commanding voice seemed to be enough to knock away the fear that the others no doubt felt. He heard the faint whisper of someone saying a prayer as Mumik quickly got to his feet and ran back to the harbour, it wasn't a long journey. They now stood just on the outskirts of the harbour.
His breath was getting quicker as the force of the undead continued to rush towards them with no sign of stopping, no sign of succumbing to the cold and the ice and the snow to slow them down. It would be any moment now "Everyone!" he said loud enough to be heard over the sounds of crunching footsteps and the metal clanking of armour "I'm sorry we have to do this! It's been my privilege to guide and lead you as best I could. READY!?" he shouted as loudly as he was could.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" they all shouted with him as the army of undead was now spitting distance away from them.
Ko'nani raised his finishing spear, ready to strike for what would be his last stand. He was so caught up in the moment that when he saw a large flash of light seeming to come behind him, he didn't even turn to glance and what it was. Too caught up in the moment, at least until that bright whiteness was changed to a bright red, but unlike the white it wasn't just the colour. Ko'nani had to duck slightly in order to get further away from the great heat that came with it.
He looked on in amazement as the first wave of the undead force was reduced to nothing more than smoking piles of ash and a new figure came into his few 'a human?' he thought to himself as he looked at the man who stood strongly with some type of blue clothing, a red flowing cape, tracings of gold over his entire outfit.
The man looked over his shoulder, seeming to be completely oblivious to the remaining undead that despite the devastation of the opening attack, continued to sprint towards them. As if taken by madness, he turned around to face them completely and started to walk towards him. Ko'nani and many others were about to shout out a warning but before they could, something else entered their field of vision.
In the small gaps between the remaining fighters, new figures appeared. The Elder of Moa'ki Harbour took a step back in shock as... people? He guessed stepped in between his own line of fighters and started to move forward without any type of fear. They were dressed head-toe in silver armour that allowed for none of their skin to be seen. He could make out a strange device in their arms and large swords on their backs.
It was just four and first, then seven, then ten. More and more kept on coming. It was such a surreal experience that the Elder was able to turn his head away from the undead and behind him. Once again, he stepped back in complete shock. Just behind him, in between himself, his fighters and the village was a large completely white circle in the air that allowed more and more of the silver armoured fighters to pass through it 'a portal' he guessed, the nature of magic not known to him as it was others.
Sounds not too dissimilar to magic attack caught his attention and he turned his head away from the still-increasing number of silver warriors. His own mouth hung open at the sight of what the warriors were using being raised and firing a blue blast of... something. He watched with relieved fascination as they seemed to go through multiple enemies at once and they just kept moving forward, allowing the others to move forward and attack as well.
The man who came first didn't turn back to face the undead, seeming to trust the others to deal with them. He walked forward towards him and stood a few feet away "I'm sorry that we couldn't come sooner, but we're here now" he reached forward and placed a hand on the Elders's shoulder "You've fought a fight that should never have involved you in the first place, you and your people may rest now. We'll take it from here" he said with a calm but comforting voice.
At that moment, Ko'nani didn't care for his power and capabilities. He was just glad to have a moment of respite against the undead.
He hated this place, always had since he first stepped through these trees and grass fields when he was a kid so many years ago. Walking through it now, surrounded by nothing but death and decay. The Plaguelands were now adeptly named.
It brought Darion nothing but pain as he stared at the work of the Scourge. He's been walking through this hellscape for two days now. Having heard the reports that a new player had entered to the war of the Plaguelands and knocked the Scourge out of the fight, effectively driving the forces of the Lich king being kicked out of the Eastern Kingdoms and driven back to Northrend. Of course, there were stragglers, Darion's clothes were stained with dried black blood from the handful of remaining undead that seemed to be wandering around without any aim or goal.
While the lack of any real enemies had started to confirm the reports, but he wanted to see it for himself. He needed to, ever since he had received word from his brother Renault about the death of their father, it was like a part of him died as well. The worst part about all of it was when Fairbanks marched into the meetings and shouted at the top of his lungs that Renault was the one who killed their father.
He didn't want to believe it at first, but when he saw the look in his brother's eyes. He knew the truth. Like many other Paladins, he left the hall right then and there. Helping form a new organisation. The Argent Dawn. While planning on helping the Dawn cast down and overthrow what was left of the once noble order of Paladins, now calling themselves the Scarlet Crusade. But before he could even try and convince the others to forget about the undead for a moment and deal with other threats. They had received word that the Scourge now had a new weapon. The Four Horsemen.
New leaders of the Scourge, directly under Kel'thuzad. The one who lead them was a large man on a black horse, carrying a weapon that was all too familiar to him. When they managed to find a witness that had somehow managed to survive the encounter. There was no doubt, the Ashbringer was now a weapon of the Scourge. And his father was the one to use it.
As soon as Darion found out about this, he knew that he must do something to save his father. All thoughts of vengeance against his brother were forgotten and he was consumed by a desire to bring his father back. Hence why he was now on his own. Despite the strength of the Argent Dawn, they were not ready to attack Naxxramas, not to mention they had no idea how to free anyone from Lich King's control.
But Darion would not let that stop him, the Light will not fail him. It cannot. Coming up to a large hill covered by trees, he knew he was nearing the last known location of the necropolis and once he knows what happened, he will plan from there.
Upon reaching the top, his eyes both widened and narrowed at the sight. It was an ongoing battlefield. The hill he stood had a good view of a large open plain that looked completely dead, the ground full of nothing but dead grass and vegetation.
But that wasn't what caught his attention the most, there it was. Naxxramas was now a ruin, completely crumbled and completely destroyed. Sitting there in the middle of the plain 'it was true. What could have done this?' he thought to himself. Thankfully he had plenty of people to ask.
All around the downed necropolis, a large battle was taking place. He would recognize the tabards of the Scarlet Crusade anywhere and his fists clenched at the sight of them. The others didn't do much to quell his temper. The Forsaken had lines of infantry that seemed to be pushing back the Crusaders. While Darion had his own thoughts about the freed undead, they weren't good, but they were better than the ones he had for the crusade.
Thankfully it seemed that the undead was winning the fight and the crusaders were being driven back, so he wouldn't need to deal with them himself. Darion reached for his belt and pulled out a binoculars and looked closer at the forces. He couldn't see his brother which was probably a good thing, he if did then he doubted he would have been able to stop himself from charging that battle right now.
Turning his eyes to undead forces, he found his target. He could see the leader of the Forsaken, Sylvanas standing calmly near the back of the lines commanding her forces, surrounded by her personal guard. Lowering his binoculars he looked down to the tabard and made his choice. He needed to speak to her and find out what happened. All he could do was hope that the former ranger general would recognize him as while not a friend or ally, at least not an enemy.
(1) Think the armour that General Zod and his forces use in Man of Steel just silver instead of black, same for the weapons as well.
And we shall call it there guys. Sorry again for the delay but sadly real life came forward, the pain in the ass that it was. Anyway, let me know what you think not that Kal has his own force and is pretty much starting to build his own faction without even knowing it.
And yes, I saw Oppenheimer, it was great which is why there's a little nuke easter egg in there, but it does make sense that Kal would want to wipe out Icecrown completely. I'm just in an Oppenheimer mood now which is why he built a nuke instead of using his own power, you gotta forgive me there but if you've seen the movie then I hope you get it.
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