What curse has this infernal castle placed upon me?
He's...gone. I have not heard his voice since stepping foot in this realm. No dark whispers, no guiding hand, the return of those--
[An abrupt scratch of ink goes across the page as Arthas' hand spasms in pain.]
...and yet there is still Frostmourne. Frostmourne is still at my side. And it hungers. It will always hunger.
Unfortunate, that the simpering fools of this castle must be the forerunners of Lordaeron's redemption. Those who had no hand in its demise. But I will see that all of their lives are avenged. All their vengeance is delivered.
All have forsaken me -- except my blade. So then I say now: the only King I serve is myself. And this castle will not keep me from pressing forward.
It's my price to pay.
[ooc: /stops spamming the comm now, orz. Arthas has officially relocated to Riful's mansion]