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[frostmourned]

[The camera flickers on, not to show the usual dull scenery of the Lich King's whereabouts, but a close up of this The ghoul rattles the device a few times, snarling and suspicious of it's new find. And then something distracts the ghoul enough to make it drop the device on the floor and go bounding into a corner

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[wantedtostudy]

...I see you've coerced some "volunteers" into assisting with your cruel experiments.

[necromaniacal]

You're familiar with my Cult, Miss Proudmoore. There is always a seat for you.

[wantedtostudy]

I do hope that was meant in jest, for your sake. It'd be a pity if your memories were addled enough to believe that I'd ever join your ranks.

[necromaniacal]

I'm touched. But ah -- you wound me so, my lady.

[wantedtostudy]

I can only hope.

[necromaniacal]

Yes, that is all you can do, isn't it?

[wantedtostudy]

How funny that you say that. I seem to have a very different recollection of the last time we met face-to-face, if all you believe I did was hope.

Or perhaps hope is far more lethal than I imagined.

[necromaniacal]

Pity all you did was make me stronger.

Did I strike a nerve?

[wantedtostudy]

And yet you were defeated again. Twice. You may be resilient, but your influence is always cut short.

You flatter yourself.

[necromaniacal]

I do not need to be present for the Scourge to march forward.

Hardly.

[wantedtostudy]

Then you are irrelevant? Unneeded to carry out your master's will?

I cannot for the life of me fathom why others suffer you to exist unmolested.

[necromaniacal]

I am the same as any other beneath the Master, merely more intelligent and more useful. My worth matters little in the grand scheme of things.

Perhaps you should ask them.

[frostmourned]

Very little coercion was needed.

[wantedtostudy]

Deception, then. Delusions.

No man or woman in their right mind would submit themselves to such an end.

[frostmourned]

Ah but they did. And so willingly too. There are always more.

[wantedtostudy]

What did you offer them, Arthas? Power? Immortality in undeath? Glory?

The chance to die a guinea pig, bleeding in agony on your floor?