Ice Crown was a sight to behold, its enormous spires many hundreds of metres high, towered above all, its structure an ominous warning to all those who wished to take on the might of the Scourge. Surrounding it, many abominations and undead guarded the fortress from all sides turning on all things living that came too close. An aura seemingly leaking from every pore, sucking the very warmth out of everything and everyone.
Reynnawulf shivered as she beckoned her Netherwing Dragon to turn towards the Citadel. Even the dragon, a twisted creature, brood of Deathwing but infused with the Nether Energies of Outland was hesitant to listen to his masters' command, but with a gentle pat from Reynnawulf proceeded to glide toward the spire.
Constructed out of the solidified blood of the Old God Yogg-Saron this one time lake is now the home of the most fearsome enemy of all the citizens of Azeroth, The Lich King.
Reynnawulf could see it, the Frozen Throne, for several years now, the Lich King sat upon this throne and oversaw the construction of the Citadel as well as his many abominations. But now it was empty, not a single being was atop the mighty spore. Reynnawulf signaled to her mount to land, ensured that the landing was clear.
The mighty dragon drew snow from the landing with its massive wings, pulsating, filled with Nether Energies, it hovered for a moment before landing effortlessly. Reynnawulf surveyed the area again, to ensure no one, living or otherwise was around. Satisfied that she was alone she dismounted ordered her dragon to fly around the spire to ensure she wasn't disturbed.
Again with powerful beats of its wings, it flew off into a holding pattern above the spire.
She summoned Piprot (she needed to be prepared for anything) who appeared and instantly felt the effects of the biting cold.
"Should of brought my cardigan" Piprot squeaked
"You have a cardigan?" Reynnawulf asked "Are they still in fashion?"
Piprot snorted "Where I come from, nothing goes out of fashion"
Reynnawulf looked around again, she was on the look out for whoever beckoned her here. She didn't like to be kept waiting, she had other things to do: crafting gems to sell, raiding with her guild as well as get some new clothes as she noticed other people running around with much, much better looking attire.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a portal open, and a figure stepping out. She turned on the spot, Piprot, already sensing the new arrival started firing up his fingers for a firebolt. The figure was covered in a hooded cloak, covering the figures' face and flowed from head to toe. A staff was held in one hand, looking more like a withered stick than a staff. The figure stopped just in front of Reynnawulf and planted the staff on the ground end first.
Nothing happened at first, the figure looked down for a moment whilst Reynnawulf stared. The cold wind didn't seem to bother the figure, the cloak blowing with the breeze whilst for Reynnawulf every gust felt like needles on her face.
"I come as a friend, not a foe" The figure finally said cementing the image of a male in the mind of Reynnawulf.
"I don't know what your intentions are, calling me all the way up here" Reynnawulf replied slightly frustrated.
"Trust me, my intentions will be made entirely clear when you have heard what I have to say"
"Well the sooner you tell me why you have brought me here the sooner I can get off this frozen rock" Reynnawulf responded with a touch of sharpness.
"As you wish Reynnawulf, but first let me introduce myself..."
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