Grol sat in his usual chair looking up at the Frozen Throne. Few had ever made it to the summit of Icecrown Citadel to gaze upon it, but he was not like most. He frowned up at the sleeping Lich King. The fool. He did not know how to use power when he had it within his grasp. There must always be a Lich King. Why not me? Grol thought to himself. A necromancer walked quietly to his side. "My lord, he is here." Grol's heart lept. Even a death knight should fear the one who had come to visit him.
"Where is he waiting?" he asked the robed man. They descended the fortress, stopping at a balcony outside the Plagueworks where Grol's master stood patiently staring out upon the frozen wastes below. Grol steeled himself and walked up to the man, and cleared his throat.
"My creation," he said without moving, "I have been quite busy heralding the world's end. How fares your efforts here?"
Grol replied, "Bolvar Fordragon fears to resist my siphon. His thoughts betray him, he is wary that the power of the Lich King would erupt out of control should he try to fight back. Progress is slow at any rate, but without any resistance, the power of the Scourge will be ours."
The master turned and gave Grol a grin. By all rights, Grol should never feel fear, but this man, this thing always put a chill in his spine. "Excellent. Now, about the young woman you let escape..."
Grol's eyes widened, if he still drew breath, it would have been caught in his throat. "I...I have not lost her yet. I can still do away with her, and with little risk from her pathetic Empire! I am your weapon, my lord. Unsheathe me and I shall..." The master laughed. Grol's body trembled from its chill.
"Yes, I have every reason to believe your power. But this Empire is not as weak as you give it credit for. Even if it wholly falls, our plot may be revealed to all the Alliance, and in time, all of Azeroth. If you should think to let that happen, you know the consequences. You remember what happened to Malace, do you not?" The threat forced Grol into stunned silence. "In any case, there is a new threat we must needs dispose of. This man seeks to destroy this world. I cannot rule a dead world, Grol. You will kill this undead named Declan in his hold at Karazhan, or you will join Malace in his eternal punishment."
The master turned back to the edge of the balcony and conjured a dark portal. He stopped abruptly and turned back to his servant. "One more thing. The spy lives. I cannot use you to track him down, but you must be wary. He is the one true lasting threat to our plans. Fight well, son of Draenor, or perish like the rest of the non-believers." He turned and vanished, taking his portal with him. Grol climbed the Citadel once more, much more humble than when he last entered.
"I am the Night!" -Brinnea, Rikthered, Cynthya, Orgog, Kazarak.....