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scourge-lover · 9 months

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Arthas Timeline, from Paladin to Lich King

A friend asked me to summarize Arthas’s induction as a paladin all the way to his defeat as Lich King in a more convienent way than the wiki, so I decided to oblige them. It’s kind of fun summarizing it in my own words mostly!

This first part is when Arthas becomes a Paladin, to when he becomes a deathknight. More Parts to Follow.

Part One

At 19 years old, Arthas went to Stormwind to become a Knight of the Silverhand. This is when he met baby Anduin. Sometime after is when he saw Thrall in Durnholde Keep still as a gladiator. After, Invincible suffered the fatal accident and Arthas had to put him down. Arthas visited Dalaran and spent time with Jaina. This went on for some time, and Arthas invited Jaina to Lordaeron to celebrate both NobleGarden and Hallow's End. Their relationship basically became public at that point. They slept together during Hallow's End. For the Winter Veil Party, Arthas realized things were moving too fast and ended the relationship. Arthas was one of the jurors during Tirion's trial that ended in the old paladin's excommunication and exile. Orcs started to break free from the internment camps and Arthas went to Strahnbrad with Uther to defend the town from raiding orcs. This is when Arthas killed the black dragon Searinox. They defeated the blackrock clan leader who was leading the raids. A plague started to effect Lordaeron and there is official confirmation that Arthas is 24 years old at this time. Jaina comes to join him because the Archmage thinks the plague is magical in nature. They discover undead and an infested granary which lead them to Brill and Kel'thuzad, whom they pursue to Andorhal. Andorhal's grain is discovered to have been already shipped out to outer villages. This is where Arthas kills Kelthuzad but not before he is warned about the dreadlord leading the Scourge, Mal'ganis. They stop at Hearthglen to rest, but there is news of undead coming. Jaina leaves to warn Uther and bring back help. Arthas discovers the villagers of Hearthglen have eaten infected grain and are directly turning into undead. Arthas and his forces barely hang on until Uther comes to save them. Arthas travels to Stratholme and meets Medivh, who fails to convince Arthas to leave Lordaeron to the undead and go to Kalimdor. Jaina had been following him and tries to tell him that Medivh might be right, but Arthas ignores her advice, determined to defend his home and people. Stratholme's grain has already been distributed and baked for the townspeople to consume. Uther catches up in time for Arthas to order a purge of the entire city. Uther refuses and Arthas strips him of command. Uther and Jaina leave Arthas. After killing some of the people of Stratholme, Mal'ganis shows himself and vows to meet in Northrend, spurring Arthas to chase after him. Arthas burns Stratholme and takes the royal fleet, but not before meeting with Jaina one more time and ignoring her warnings. Arthas and his men leave to Northrend, landing in Daggercap Bay. They look for a place to set up base and are attacked by Muradin Bronzebeard's explorer expedition. He tells Arthas they were looking for a rare artifact called Frostmourne when they were attacked by undead. They join forces and start searrching for any signs of Mal'ganis An emmissary comes via Zeppelin and tell Arthas's men they have been ordered to return home. The men are happy to abandon their posts and head through the forests to the ships to go home. Arthas is furious when he gets back, and they are gone. He goes and finds some mercenaries to hire and manage to reach the ships first. Then he sents fire to them but when the men finally reach the ships, they are upset. So, Arthas accuses the mercenaries of burning the ships and lets the men kill the mercenaries, much to Muradin's disgust. The only way they were leaving, Arthas said, was when they were victorious. They continue to search for Mal'ganis, who taunts Arthas about his impending death and has the undead attack the base. Muradin and Arthas leave in desperation to find Frostmourne. They manage to track it down and the Guardian attacks them not to protect the blade from them, but to protect them from the blade. They reach Frostmourne and after reading the inscription at the pedestal, realizes its cursed but Arthas declares he'll suffer any curse to protect Lordaeron and asks for the sword to be released. The ice breaks and a piece hits Muradin in the head, knocking him unconscious but Arthas assumes he is dead. He leaves with Frostmourne in hand. He easily defeats Mal'gani's army and the dreadlord himself who is shocked when Arthas tells him the Lich King is instructing Arthas to kill him. Afterwards, Arthas leaves his men and runs off into the wilderness, but later the men search for him one by one. Falric and Marwyn are killed first, and then Thassarian, and then the rest of them.

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viktorsabbath · 2 years

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Muradin Bronzebeard

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sekhisadventures · 1 year

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New Finds, Old Friends

The Hall of Explorers, Ironforge Mountain, Six Months after the defeat of Zovaal

Three figures strode towards the Hall in the center of the cavern, the huge building being a combination museum, library, and headquarters to the Explorer’s League.

The Explorer’s League was headed by one of the three Bronzebeard brothers, Brann Bronzebeard, of the royal line of Ironforge. The other two brothers were Magni and Muradin. Muradin was currently working in governance of the city in the Council of Three Hammers alongside his niece, Moyra Thassaurian, and the High Thane of the Wildhammer Clan, Falstad Wildhammer. Their other brother, Magni Bronzebeard, was absent from the mountain… but that was a tale for another time.

The trio reached the entrance to the hall together, each of them carrying several objects carefully packed into soft cloth bags. Nelen Fullmoon, member of the Explorer’s League and trained archaeologist was one of them. He’d picked up Archaeology after the Cataclysm had died down as a way to try to help distract himself from the constant urges to become a feral monster that the worgen curse had given him. Once Jaie had helped him reconcile with his bestial side by introducing him to Yu-lon he’d even tracked down an artifact for her, the Spear of Xuen, and carefully restored it for her use out of gratitude for her help.

Dareley Steelhammer was next, the dwarven paladin quite happy to be back home in the mountain. He’d come to say hello to Brann, the two of them having worked together to help stop the threat of Yogg’sauron at Uldum during the Northrend Campaign. He hadn’t been part of the force that had fought the dreaded Old God himself, but he and Shalandrae had been with the vanguard that ensured the corrupted titan machines hadn’t escaped Uldum and run amok.

Lastly, to Dareley’s surprise, Samantha Montebank had accompanied them. He’d asked her why she wanted to come to Ironforge, and she’d just smiled and said, “I wanted to see an old friend of mine. Don’t worry about it.”

They were greeted by one of the caretakers of the library, then ushered in back where Brann’s office was. The dwarf would plan expeditions here, gather resources, arrange for transport and goods… really he couldn’t stand it, but he wanted expeditions to succeed and that meant someone had to handle the logistics. Brann sighed, looking up from a list of resources still needed for an upcoming survey of Ulduar, then grinned as he saw them coming in. “AH! Finally! When ah got yer letter I could hardly believe it. Ye say ye brought back somethin’ really special this time? Somethin’ from th’ Shadowlands itself that’s tied ta dwarves ‘n th’ titans?” he asked, looking at Nelen.

Nelen grinned at Dareley and Sam, then the three of them sat down their bags and opened them up to reveal several artifacts… from Zereth Mortis. “More than that, these are relics of a race of beings called The First Ones… and we think they may have been the progenitors of the Titans themselves.” he explained.

The dwarf’s eyes widened as he beheld several parts of Automata, a cypher wheel, and a few tools that had been used by the Zereth’s caretakers. “We couldn’t take much, really they weren’t happy about us taking these few things… but yeah.” nodded the magus. “These all came from a realm where, if rumors are to be believed, the Shadowlands were forged and created… and apparently there’s a Zereth in every plane of reality. These ‘First Ones’ created the Eternal Ones of the Shadowlands, the rulers of that realm, and if that’s the case then that implies that they also made the Realm of Order and the Titans as well.”

Brann chuckled, feeling gently over one of the Automata arms, “Bloody freakin’ fel… th’ find of the century or I’m a damned kobold…” he whispered, looking up, “Ye say these things made th’ Titans ‘n these… Eternal Ones? How’d ye figure?” he asked.

Nelen opened his mouth, but Sam rolled her eyes, “Hoo boy, that’s my cue to go. Sorry Professor, not sitting in on the lecture today.” she smirked, “I’m going to go take in the city. You boys have fun with your toys.” she grinned, walking back out of the office.

Nelen shrugged, “Eh, she already knows most of it, so that’s fair.” he replied, “Anyways…” he began, then he told Brann of what they found in the Sepulcher of the First Ones when fighting back Zovaal. The artificial bodies, the prototype pantheon, and what they implied… that the Eternals, and quite possibly the Titans, maybe even the Naaru and the Void Lords, were not born but made by these beings.

Brann fished out a notebook and scribbled furiously, taking down everything Nelen could remember of the land of Zereth Mortis, the mage reaching into his own bag and removing several thick packets of notes he’d made there himself, handing them over as well.

“This is… astounding lad. All this time we were tryin’ ta find our origins with th’ Titans… it never even occurred ta me that they could just be one more link in th’ chain!” he whispered, flipping through the notes.

“Indeed… though I did hear some of our fellow adventurers were rather disturbed when they found out that these godlike beings could just be robots…” he sighed.

Brann paused, looking up at him, “Aye, cannae pretend it don’t sound really strange… but we dwarves were made o’ rock ‘n stone once upon a time, ‘n even our gnomish friends were as robotic as their creations are now.” he smirked.

Nelen nodded, “Yeah, and I have a theory about those things too…” he murmured, “During our time there one of the Eternal Ones, a being known as The Arbiter, was destroyed by our adversary Zovaal… and… well, myself and a couple of our allies were present when the beings of Zereth Mortis attempted to create a new Arbiter to take their place. Apparently, those vessels are filled with Ancient Souls of some sort… which makes me wonder...” he scratched at his beard thoughtfully, “… what would the beings of Zereth Mortis consider more ancient than their creators?” he suggested.

Brann looked up at him, “You mean ta say…” he murmured.

“I think… those ancient souls may well be the First Ones… or perhaps… fragments of them.” he nodded. “This is just a theory of course Brann, but… what if the First Ones are so far beyond us that they have to create artificial bodies just to interact with our reality as we know it? Like… their existence is so advanced compared to ours that we wouldn’t even be able to perceive them otherwise? I think… and again, this is just a theory, that those bodies are vessels for fragments of the consciousness of the First Ones, so they can exist in a way we can interact with.” he nodded.

Dareley smirked, “He’s been talkin’ nonstop ‘bout this fer weeks now…” he chuckled.

Bran smirked back, “Aye, well it be a fascinatin’ subject Steelhammer!” he laughed, “Aye, it’s a sound enough theory given what ye’ve found out about ‘em… but we’d need more evidence ta be certain.” he pointed out.

Nelen sighed, “Yeah, and that’s where I hit a wall. The Oracles of Zereth Mortis flat out refused to clarify anything about the nature of the ancient souls in their keeping.” he frowned, “Still… it implies that there are other Zereths out there, perhaps even in our reality somewhere…” he nodded, “… I wonder where though…” he mused aloud.

Brann grinned, “Well, maybe we’ll find out someday lad. Fer now, I’ve got work ta do cataloguing these finds! If ye wanna gimme a hand we can see ‘bout drinks afterwards eh?” he nodded.

Dareley smiled widely at that, “Now there’s a bloody good idea!” he grinned.

The Forlorn Cavern

Hulfdan Blackbeard sat at his table, tallying the day’s… well… ‘takings’ would be the most appropriate word. He was older now, his black beard starting to show the barest hints of grey in it, but he could still cut your ear off ‘n feed it to you see if he don’t.

He paused in the middle of stacking coins… his hand slowly going for a dagger resting on his table, then a voice said, “What, no warm welcome for your tall friend?” in a bemused tone.

The dwarf heard the voice, registered the accent and sound, then grunted, “Ain’t got nae elf friends fer a long time now…” he muttered, “… ‘n th’ one ah had wasn’t a lass.”

His eyes darted this way and that, but he didn’t see anyone in his room save for himself…

“Well, things change…” came the voice again.

Hulfdan decided to stop taking chances. He leapt up and snatched at the dagger…

… at where the dagger should have been…

The dwarf started, then slapped his hip for his blade in its sheath…

… which was empty…

“Getting sloppy Hulfdan. If I’d tried this running with your gang you’d have seen to it I could only count to eight for the rest of my life.” came the voice once more.

Hulfdan glanced around, “… Montebank?” he asked in disbelief.

From just behind his ear came the faintest of whispers, “… surprise.”

The dwarf spun, arm out and ready to grab and throttle, and his hand snatched a neck…

… on a bottle of Thunderbrew’s finest ale, the dwarf looking at it in surprise and stopping himself from throwing it by sheer force of will. No self-respecting dwarf, rogue or not, would dare desecrate a full bottle of Thunderbrew.

Sam was leaning against the wall, idly testing the blade on Hulfdan’s sword, “Ooch!” she winced, licking her thumb, “Still keeping the edge properly though. I remember the earful you gave me when I let my daggers go dull. Had me sharpening them all night, and everyone else’s too.” she grinned.

Hulfdan’s eyebrows went up, “I’ve heard o’ people changin’ their identity after a good heist… but that’s a bit much…” he said, looking over Samantha’s body.

When he’d last seen her, she was a sin’dorei, a normal blood elf.

She was also… to be blunt… male last time he’d seen her.

“Lets just say I made a new business partner, and we had quite the experience together in the Shadowlands.” she grinned, “So, what do you say squat, dark, and handsome? Share a drink with an elven lass?”

Hulfdan looked at the bottle he was holding, then at her, then he smirked and reached into his drawer, pulling out two mugs.

Several drinks later…

“Umbric? You broke inta Stormwind Castle ‘n tried ta snatch somethin’ out from under Matthias Shaw’s nose?” he laughed, “Lass you’re lucky ya ain’t rottin’ in th’ bloody Stockade after pullin’ a stunt like that!” he grinned, “Though… knowin’ ol’ Shaw he may well ‘ave tried ta recruit ya.”

“Yeah well, this was right on the heels of me nicking Titanstrike from Trueshot Lodge… it was NOT easy finding the right alchemy to hide my scent from all those animals there, and some of the hunters, and I guess I got cocky.” she smirked, “But yeah, what I thought was going to be Azerite or something turned out to be the core of this void creature called Annulus… and… well…” she gestured to herself, “Boom!”

Hulfdan nodded, “… ‘n this Annulus turned ye into a lady?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes, actually…” she nodded, taking a pull from her mug, “… that came later though. At first she just took up residence in here and made me into one of the ren’dorei.” she replied, tapping her temple with her fingertip. “After I teamed up with this adventurer team, Avalon, and we went to the Shadowlands… well… that’s where all this happened.” she gestured to her chest and hips. “Annulus and I got talking and… well… turns out that I was in denial about a few things, so… she helped me out there.” she smirked, “It did come with a few catches though, I didn’t have these before.” she said, idly twining one of her tentacles around her finger. They had started out small, peeking out of her hair, but were now long and down to her shoulders. Sam wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about that.

Hulfdan nodded, “Hmm… Avalon eh? Heard ‘bout ‘em… not a ton mind, the smaller groups never get th’ attention the big guilds do… but mostly what I’ve heard is good. Though… a few o’ our local… not-so-friendly magic types have been whisperin’ bout one o’ their former members goin’ rogue.” he said, raising an eyebrow.

Samantha blew out her lips, “Jeez, guess warlocks have a good information network… must be the imps. Yeah. She did, tried to kill all of us… She almost did get one of us and another… we had to deal with after what she did to him, but we managed to drive her off… of course, that means we just made her run away. She’s still out there…” she frowned.

Hulfdan nodded, “Aye… ‘n now yer waitin’ fer th’ other boot ta drop…” he leaned back in his chair, “… hmm… seems ye ‘n yer new team are in a right pickle eh lass… well cannae ask ye ta come back… I mean if an elf in Ironforge stood out afore, a void elf… well, ye spooky types ain’t exactly a copper a dozen.” he nodded, “But… I can have th’ lads keep our ears ta the ground, feel out th’ mine… if we hear rumblin’s bout… oh… dogs barkin’ in th’ dark… we can send ya a little whistle.”

Sam grinned, “Knew I could count on you. Yeah, life has been going really good for me with Avalon… and I want to keep it going that way. Dissonantia is a real threat though, not just to us… you tell the lads, don’t try to tangle with her. We’re thieves, we gut people if we need to, but we don’t use a dagger where quick fingers and lockpicks will do.” she nodded, “… Dissonantia will. She’ll use a dagger, a fireball, an axe, a whip, and all sorts of nasty things. Now that we know about her she has no reason to hold back, and if she does get one of the crew… well, the term ‘fate worse than death’ definitely applies here.”

Hulfdan nodded slowly, “Aye… ye were a snarky lil’ bastard before Montebank, but ye was never one ta lie ta yer mates. I’ll tell the lads ta keep a canary out ‘n candle lit, but ta douse the candle if the bird sings.” he replied.

She nodded back, “I owe ya one Hulfdan. Can’t promise I can sneak away from Avalon that often, but next time I’m around we can share another drink.” she smirked.

Hulfdan smirked back, “Ye’ve come a long way since Darkdraft damn near broke yer arm fer tryin’ ta knife me in a cave gel…”

Samantha grinned, “But how far will I go yet, and how much will I be able to sell the shit I find on the path for?” she chuckled.

Hulfdan laughed, “There’s the Sam I remember!” he grinned, “Shove off lass, yer Avalon is likely waitin’ fer ye.” he shook his head, looking away for a moment.

“Already gone.” came the reply.

Hulfdan looked up, then behind him, then back ahead… and he was alone in the room. “… bloody fel, maybe I should give a voidy thing a poke sometime…” he muttered, then glanced at the table. There was a fresh bottle of Thunderbrew there with a note reading ‘for the lads.’ The dwarf just had to grin.

Outside Sam walked through the Forlorn Cavern, quiet as a whisper, invisible as a breeze.

"That dwarf will be able to help your allies find Dissonantia?" asked Annulus in her mind.

Sam nodded, thinking back to her, “(She knows how to prevent you from seeing her in your visions, buggered if I know HOW but she does. Hulfdan’s boys are skilled rogues and they run every scam from here to Arathi. If Dissonantia shows up north of the Burning Steppes, Hulfdan will know within the week.)”

"We shall see…" came the reply.

Sam snorted, “(Have a little confidence Annulus. Just because we can’t see the future doesn’t mean we can’t catch it from behind and make off with its purse.)” she smirked.

Annulus paused, then replied, "As limited as you mortals are, you do have the most entertaining way of viewing the world. Make off with its purse indeed."

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jthorsten · 3 years

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Blizzard Owes Me a Bottle of Wine

For these amount of cheese I just had to sit through for the Kyrian side of the 9.1 campaign questline.

Warning, unpopular opinions ahead:

I have mixed feelings about Uther and his ‘new viewpoint’ on Arthas. On one hand, yeah, maybe Uther should have sat down with him and talked about his misgivings before his anointment as a paladin. But to be honest, I agree that he was just being a supportive mentor when he told Arthas everything would be fine as he walked down the path as a paladin.

After that? Everything Arthas did was HIS CHOICE. People tried to dissuade him from doing everything from Stratholme forward. Uther, Jaina, Muradin, etc. They all pleaded with him to try and choose a different path than the one he ended up choosing.

By the time Uther faced him at Andorhal? He wasn’t his student anymore. He wasn’t his friend. He was a foe. Arthas had already massacred countless innocent people. He went on to murder countless more!

Yes, I know, Denathrius’ nethrazim had their fingers all up in his ears after a certain point. But ya know what? Before he picked up Frostmourne, with Muradin behind him telling him how BAD of an idea this was, he could’ve stepped back, and walked away. Said no, and found another way of fixing his problems.

Arthas chose everything he did up until Devos and Uther dumped him into the Maw.

Should he have gone to Revendreth? Maybe. Do I think the Maw was his destiny?

Fuck yes.

#warcraft #world of warcraft #unpopular opinion #uther the lightbringer #arthas menethil #frostmourne #jaina proudmoore #Muradin Bronzebeard #To the Maw ya fucker #Seriously he was just a whiny child who killed his own pony

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medivhstower · 3 years

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#art #illustration #videogames #video games #gameart #game art #blizzard #muradin bronzebeard #dwarf #wow #warcraft #world of warcraft #love #amazing #rpg #mmorpg #fantasy #digital art

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lothirielswanwarcraft · 4 years

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Imagine: The Alliance Leaders When You’re on Your Period

Anduin Wrynn: Best chance at survival. Angel Andy will do his best to make you as relaxed and comfortable as possible. He’ll offer to use his Light magic to combat the pain and ransack the Mage Quarter of Stormwind for tasty treats to get your mind off of things.

Genn Greymane: Worst chance at survival. Genn is pure testosterone in humanoid form, so in this situation...he has no idea what to do. Genn can probably sense the change, given his extra sensitive nose. At first, he’ll give you space. Genn will avoid the topic at all costs. When his plan of neglect fails and blows up in his face, he will just sit with you quietly somewhere outdoors. Whether it's listening to the tree branches crinkling in the woods or the soft downpour of rainfall in Gilneas, both of you will enjoy a peaceful moment.

Tyrande Whisperwind: Careful with this one. Tyrande is pure estrogen in humanoid form, so she will take your side on every dispute (including publicly shaming whoever is bothering you). She’ll pray to Elune for you, offer hunting-bonding trips, and be your devoted Mean Girl on call.

Tyrande: Do not fear, Champion. Women secretly rule the world.

Anduin Wrynn: It's a beautiful world!

Genn Greymane: It's a frightening, cold world.

Malfurion Stormrage: He has centuries of experience with Tyrande and Illidan, so there isn't really an issue here. Malfurion may try to coax you out of the physical world to relax for a while in the Emerald Dream (the out-of-body experience may lessen the pain). In the meantime, Malfurion will offer natural remedies. You may find yourselves sipping tea together in the woods, listening to the chime-like chirp of the birds.

Prophet Velen: There is limitless knowledge here, so if you’re looking for a pain-fix, this is your avenue. Velen can vanquish both the pain and symptoms, all the while offering compliments and gentle smiles. Velen can also distract you from your current situation with epic tales of his travels across the cosmos.

Velen: I met someone once who went by the name “Thanos.” Quite an awful specimen. He had a chin that looked like unspeakable body parts, and had an unhealthy obsession with snapping. Thank the Light he's not Azeroth’s problem…

Muradin Bronzebeard: Anything can be fixed with alcohol. Muradin will offer you barrels of dwarven ale, on the house. He may invite you to visit the forges, where the heat is so intense it will numb any physical pain.

Muradin: Yer not so bad, Champion. Ol’ Arthas acted like his noggers were bleedin’ year round!

Aysa Cloudsinger: This woman is the queen of battling tough emotions. Aysa can teach you yoga poses to ease the pain and mystical monk tricks to “replenish your energy”. Aysa also has tons of punch bags and food (Pandaria is plentiful in both items).

Gelbin Mekkatorque: He’ll lend you tons of machines to skitter around and grab things so you don't have to move. Gelbin can also assign tons of cute gnome advisors to watch over you and keep you in good spirits. Your condition may actually inspire Gelbin to make some sort of thermal pad to combat the pain.

(Bonus Edition coming soon)

(Alliance, Dragon Aspects, & Fallen Heroes Editions coming soon. Stay tuned!)

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katieskarlette · 4 years

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AU!Arthas can check Muradin off the list of people he needs to beg forgiveness from.

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tentoriwrites · 4 years

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Nexus Fall

In her misery, Lady Raena summons Anduin Wrynn to the Nexus so Varian is forced to watch him die over and over again. However, that proves to be a catalyst for Varian to seek out a way to escape the Nexus and free his son from a life of endless fighting. With the help of their allies, Anduin and Varian seek the heart of the Nexus and endeavor to climb to the very top of its great tower. If they cannot escape, they will ensure no one else has to suffer and no one else can use the Nexus as a means of conquest...

Rating: Teen and up

Pairings: None - no cross-dimensional romances here folks.

Warnings: Violence and fighting maybe discussed in more detail later on. So mentions of blood, fighting, violence may be present. Chapters will be tagged appropriately.

Chapters:

Battle Field Reunions

There is Always Hope

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eremulade · 4 years

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#warcraft #arthas menethil #muradin bronzebeard #yeah let's see how that works #with a sword that has skull and crossbones #in the frosty north

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wowheadquarters · 5 years

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Ranking their singing voices

For a lovable anon. Mirror mirror on the wall, who has the singiest voice of them all? This list is out of the usual order with the least singing voices at the top and the best singers at the end. Most of this goes from headcanons rather than serious lore backup, so... So if you view it differently than I do, I’m not saying it’s wrong! Ft. three songs.

Geya’rah: Run! Cover your ears and run! Forget the children and run!

Lor'themar: Firstly, Lor’themar cannot be bothered to sing anywhere near the key or the rhythm. Or to sing at all. Secondly, if you have been paying attention, on this blog at least the Lord Regent has a serious problem with drinking and alcohol isn’t exactly what you should overdo if you want to pursue an opera singer career.

Spirit of Vol’jin: Perhaps he used to be really good at singing, the Zandali language is melodic after all and there is no way serving the loa doesn’t include singing your voice out. But let’s also remember he got his throat slit on Pandaria and it actually never healed properly.

Taedal: He can barely speak competently, it’s a miracle he can sing. Because I say so. Unless I find a very valid reason to retcon this decision, a screeching buzzard sounds ten times better than Taedal.

Ghost Garrosh: As much as he isn’t like his father, he is more close to the scream part in Hellscream rather than the song part in Warsong. (Although, if this list was ranked by rapping capability, he’d be far more towards the top.)

Thalyssra: The Nightborne overall aren’t something I personally would be willing to listen to for too long. Thalyssra and Occuleth sound better than their generic brethren, but the First Arcanist still sounds like her nose is full, so... we give this a soft no.

Ghost Varin: He is dead as dust and also hoarse most of the time because of all the shouting he does. Maybe if we let his voice rest long anough to recover a bit, it gets better.

Anduin: Thanks the Light he is behind the awkward years of voice transition, but it is still... Not something he’d be off to show off. He isn’t a practising priest, he’s a battle-priest, so it’s okay.

Falstad: His voice is actually quite fine, but once he gets on the brew, which is usually half an hour after he rolls out of the bed, he loses his sense of rhythm and melody whatsoever.

Mekkatorque: That’s how you fix most computers: with a lot of swearwords and singing. Also, ‘Torque is the person who sings when stressed. As in “This is all terrible and we’re gonna diiiii-eeee, lala lala la.”

Thrall: Surprisingly good, given he has absolutely zero practice or knowledge of theory at all.

Moira: She doesn’t sing much, but she sings. It is mostly a church practice, I suppose. She doesn’t have to be really good, though, because in places like Ironforge or Shadowforge (as the Dark Iron city in the Blackrock mountain is actually called) has that kind of acoustic everything sounds ten times better than it is.

Aysa: Sometimes people have hard time telling when she is reciting poetry and when she is singing. Her range is narrow, but within her range she is very good.

Ji: As long as you can prevent him from yodelling for fun... Unfortunately, Ji is more of a troll this way.

Velen: He is a Middle Earth fan and nerd. If you have read Silmarilion (like Velen most likely had, or some Azeroth/Argus version of it at least), you’d know the whole story is one big musical. Following this logic, Velen sings.

Muradin: Maybe it is just me, but Muradin is one of the most classic “high fantasy dwarf” trope we have. And those do sing.

Turalyon: He was a Knight of the Silver Hand, that is a trained Paladin. That means he spent years and years in churches and cathedrals full of singing and chanting priests. He most likely had to join some choir of young novices or something, where singing was more or less literally beaten into him.

Mayla: The Tauren have such beautiful melodic voices, it sounds like they are already singing.

Baine: He is probably as good as Mayla, I just have a thing for deeper voices, that’s all.

Genn: Comes out really surprising, but after the Worgen curse he ended up with a far better hearing, so he had to improve. Not like he sings often. Kings are only allowed to sing in the shower and only when nobody hears them.

Talanji: Up with Vol’jin I said something about singing while in the service of the Loa, so here is a Priest Princess. Also her not-singing voice is something I could listen to all day.

Alleria: I suppose it’s a Windrunner thing, the singing. But she is older, got stuck in the stressing Twisting Nether for aeons from her point of view, and I am pretty sure the Void doesn’t go soft on your throat either. She used to be better.

Gallywix: I like to think that his path to success was composed of insurance fraud, tax evasion, and a couple of top selling Goblin!Broadway musicals which he both composed and sung in. And while a big portion of his mass is fat, there is also a plenty of room for a pair of really big lungs. With all the theatre-like props he’s wearing, he probably wanted to pursue an opera singer career.

Sylvanas: One of the few people we have actually heard singing, probably. In case you haven’t, she’s the person responsible for the WoW cover of the Lament of the Highborne with backup banshees and all of that.

Tyrande: I am pretty sure that to be a good priest of Elune, you have to have better than decent voice do sing chants and psalms and whatnot. (It would be easier to say if we got a more in-depth view on the religions of Azeroth, even the “boring” ones. Oh well, I guess I have to do everything by myself in this house.) And Tyrande is in charge. What I am trying to get at is that she has to have sing beautifully. Probably practices on lullabies for Malfurion.

Jaina: Anyway.

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Chapter 1-9: Frostmourne

With a mission name like that, you know something big is about to go down.

We open with Muradin calling out Arthas for the stunt he pulled at the end of the previous mission.

He brushes it off, of course.

Mal'Ganis' forces appear from the mists.

Normally I'd have my doubts about a single sword being able to turn the tide of battle, but for this one I can make an exception. We'll see why later.

Arthas leaves defense of the base to the captain, takes a few soldiers, and heads through the portal.

Our first task is to bring Arthas and Muradin to the vault where Frostmourne resides.

There are a few creeps to fight along the way.

We have full control of the base during this time, and occasionally have to fend off Undead attacks. It's a good time to get some upgrades in. We now have access to the full Human tech tree for Reign of Chaos. The Frozen Throne expansion added a few more unit types for every race, which we'll see when we get there.

Magic Sentry: This upgrade researched at the Arcane Sanctum allows Scout Towers and all towers upgraded from them to detect invisible units in their sight radius. A little rune appears above them to indicate this.

I actually unlocked this one back in chapter 7 and forgot to mention it then. Mal'Ganis' forces don't really use much in the way of invisible units, but at least it looks pretty.

Gryphon Rider: Flying creature mounted by a dwarf warrior. Attacks by hurling magical hammers at enemies.

Gryphon Riders are the Alllance's 'ultimate' unit, one which requires the third town hall tier and has its own unique production structure. Since they're animal riding they benefit from the Animal War Training upgrade.

Gryphon Aviary: Aviary where Gryphon Riders can be trained.

Storm Hammers: Allows Gryphon Riders' attacks to deal splash damage in a line.

Anyway, back to the hunt for Frostmourne. Here one of the ghosts possessed my rifleman, turning him into an enemy. There's no way to reverse it, so the only option is to kill him.

This guardian and its minions are the last obstacle protecting the vault.

He's a level 10 creep and is accompanied by a few revenants and skeleton archers, making this fight a bit tougher.

"No... Trying to protect you... from it."

Muradin tells Arthas to just forget this business and lead his men home.

The ice holding Frostmourne shatters.

Eh, he's probably fine.

In the original Warcraft III, Arthas' character model looked pretty much the same while wielding Frostmourne. Now he looks much more gaunt, his cape is torn, and his hair is starting to turn white.

According to later games, Muradin was not actually killed by this. He was just knocked out and lost his memory. This is probably a retcon.

With Frostmourne in his hands, Arthas receives a substantial damage boost, and he now has the Chaos attack type which deals full damage to all armor types. Muradin's items are left behind inside the base, and I grabbed a few of those for him too.

A high level hero is kind of a one man army by default, but Arthas takes it to ridiculous levels here. He can literally solo the rest of this mission. Guess I didn't need those upgrades after all.

There's our man Mal'Ganis. With Arthas' Divine Shield up, all he can do is flee from the attacks.

We can nuke him and his minions with Holy Light too. Holy Light and Divine Shield both have very cheap mana costs, and Arthas has deep reserves now.

Killing Mal'Ganis leveled Arthas to 10, allowing me to max out all his skills. With their leader dead, none of the undead troops stood a chance against him, and even the buildings fell quickly thanks to Arthas' Chaos damage.

In the original Warcraft III, Mal'Ganis' (and other Dreadlords') death animation was just him dissipating into a cloud of bats. I'm glad they changed this so he can have a proper death scene now. (Not like it matters, since his death got retconned too.)

"After taking his vengeance upon Mal'Ganis, Prince Arthas wandered off into the frozen wastelands of Northrend. Tormented by the sword's maddening voice, Arthas lost the last vestiges of his sanity. Now, driven by the sword's dark will, Arthas plans to return to Lordaeron and claim his just reward..."

The bells of Lordaeron ring as Prince Arthas returns, victorious.

The townsfolk scatter rose petals in celebration. Arthas takes one, and it wilts in his hand.

That's, uh... a nice new outfit you've got there.

Arthas steps toward his father, and the camera moves to their shadows on the wall.

"...and from the ashes shall arise a new order, that will shake the very foundations of the world."

This ends the Human campaign.

Next time, we continue Arthas' story in the Undead campaign, following him along the path of the damned.

#mezzo's screenshot lps #let's play #warcraft iii #warcraft iii reforged #reign of chaos #arthas menethil #muradin bronzebeard #mal'ganis #frostmourne

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