T-minus five minutes.
Who: Arthas, Gellert, Hix, and someone Frostmourne really doesn't like
When: Only a few minutes before the port
What: Evil sword screams like little girl - tape at eleven.
Where: Wherever the abovementioned are.
Warnings: No clue.
As if in a preview of events to come, there was no warning.
Through every connection to its victims the cursed sword Frostmourne had, there was suddenly an earsplitting scream of rage -
"ASHBRINGER."
The normally smooth and pleasant voice was deep and gutteral, and the force of the sheer hatred behind the word was like a shockwave.
In the first-floor hallway, halfway between rooms sixteen and seventeen, Arthas Menethil collapsed against the wall, eyes sightless and flaring molten blue.
When: Only a few minutes before the port
What: Evil sword screams like little girl - tape at eleven.
Where: Wherever the abovementioned are.
Warnings: No clue.
As if in a preview of events to come, there was no warning.
Through every connection to its victims the cursed sword Frostmourne had, there was suddenly an earsplitting scream of rage -
"ASHBRINGER."
The normally smooth and pleasant voice was deep and gutteral, and the force of the sheer hatred behind the word was like a shockwave.
In the first-floor hallway, halfway between rooms sixteen and seventeen, Arthas Menethil collapsed against the wall, eyes sightless and flaring molten blue.