Hold onto your bawls, shit's about to go down
WHO: necromaniacal and liadrin (Later masterous)
WHERE: En route to Superjail
WHEN: Sometime after the Lich King ends up in jail
WARNINGS: Uhm. Violence. Lots of it.
SUMMARY: A very exhausted Kel'Thuzad seeks to liberate his King from DA LAW -- Liadrin has other plans.
FORMAT: Doesn't matter
Kel'Thuzad knew little of rest since his death. He had required little of it as a result of being undead. The longer he stayed in the boundaries of the City, the more useless he was beginning to feel. But he would not have faltered in his duties to the Lich King, not when they had worked so hard to create the army they had raised. Now however, now that the City had once again robbed him of his hard work and he was left with nothing. Nothing but an extreme void in his chest, where he could feel his very existence wavering with weakness.
Raising a horde repeatedly had done him no favors, nor had chaining down Koltira and Jaina. Had it not been for their location's limits, the City would have been their's before nightfall. Just the thought enraged him and caused him to rake his sharp fingernails across his chest.
The Lich had rested a few days much to his chagrin, under the impression that his master would have been able to hold his own. As such, they had miscalculated, and he was now imprisoned in some superimposed cell. No doubt he would be able to forge his magic through the locks to release him, so long as he could get inside. And if that failed, he imagined he could control a guard long enough to force them to unlock it.
Still, Kel'Thuzad was not a fool -- he was weakened, and he knew it. He made no plans to pick unnecessary fights along the way and ducked behind every alleyway he could find. With a plague infecting much of the City and Koltira's confession, there would be plenty out for his blood, however frozen and congealed it may have been. As such, a frost spell awaited launching on his boney fingertips, should something sneak up on him.
WHERE: En route to Superjail
WHEN: Sometime after the Lich King ends up in jail
WARNINGS: Uhm. Violence. Lots of it.
SUMMARY: A very exhausted Kel'Thuzad seeks to liberate his King from DA LAW -- Liadrin has other plans.
FORMAT: Doesn't matter
Kel'Thuzad knew little of rest since his death. He had required little of it as a result of being undead. The longer he stayed in the boundaries of the City, the more useless he was beginning to feel. But he would not have faltered in his duties to the Lich King, not when they had worked so hard to create the army they had raised. Now however, now that the City had once again robbed him of his hard work and he was left with nothing. Nothing but an extreme void in his chest, where he could feel his very existence wavering with weakness.
Raising a horde repeatedly had done him no favors, nor had chaining down Koltira and Jaina. Had it not been for their location's limits, the City would have been their's before nightfall. Just the thought enraged him and caused him to rake his sharp fingernails across his chest.
The Lich had rested a few days much to his chagrin, under the impression that his master would have been able to hold his own. As such, they had miscalculated, and he was now imprisoned in some superimposed cell. No doubt he would be able to forge his magic through the locks to release him, so long as he could get inside. And if that failed, he imagined he could control a guard long enough to force them to unlock it.
Still, Kel'Thuzad was not a fool -- he was weakened, and he knew it. He made no plans to pick unnecessary fights along the way and ducked behind every alleyway he could find. With a plague infecting much of the City and Koltira's confession, there would be plenty out for his blood, however frozen and congealed it may have been. As such, a frost spell awaited launching on his boney fingertips, should something sneak up on him.