Northrend and the End of the Lich King

As we finished in the Outlands the Lich King began to stir once more. Who knows why, and who cares? The point is that he finally made himself known and now it was the time to act. A plague came upon the cities of both the Alliance and the Horde and terrible creatures came bearing down upon us. But we fought it all back as we must.

We followed Sylvanus into the North and began our assault. And we also began hauling our plague up there as well. In the recent years I had disconnected form the Apothecary Society and it was probably best that I had. the Grand Apothecary Putress unleashed the plague upon all of the forces of the Argent Crusade and the Scourge to wipe them out both at once. It is believed that Sylvanus did not know that this was to happen.

We rushed back to the Eastern Kingdoms to defend our homeland as Varimathras made his intentions clear. He and Putress joined together and Sylvanus showed her loyalty to the Horde by destroying Varimathras with the aid of Thrall. The Alliance scum also took their chance to try and destroy the leaders of the Horde but they were stopped by the girl Jaina Proudmore.

We returned to Northrend, though now the Forsaken is kept under close watch by the other races of the Horde. It is most annoying, but a necessary evil. I will follow my Queen into the grave once more, but there are still those within the Undercity that see her new view on the Horde as a weakness and will surely plot to overthrow her. I will not let this happen. We have gone too far with her, and I will will follow her to the ends of the Earth, and to the Icecrown.

As I helped battle the forces of Northrend, in the top spires of the Citadel my Queen helped to destroy the Lich King for us all. And defeated he was. With his death our hopes were renewed and we battled with new vigor. In the end it was a victory for the Forsaken...it was a victory for the Horde and the Alliance.

Return to Quel'Thalas

The Blood Elves, or the Sindorei as they are now called. As the Horde moved into the Outlands and to the Orc's former homeland the Blood Elves became our allies. Almost unconsciously I began searching their faces as we met ambassadors in the Throne Room of anyone familiar. I sensed that our Dark Lady did the same. They did not hate us as I thought they would.

They shared our pain. Many of the Forsaken were elves in their former life and they still felt the sting of losing their ancestral homeland.  Many of the Elves of Silvermoon had lost loved ones to the Scourge and to see some of them again in this unlife was truly a welcome thing. A group of tourist ambassadors was invited to Silvermoon to learn more about the Blood Elves as they were to become part of the Horde. I, and a few others, accompanied the Forsaken ambassador as allies.

The destruction of Silvermoon nearly made me fall to my knees in anguish. But I held my ground. Fear and sadness was a sign of weakness. But for the first time in my unlife I felt a new sense of hatred for Arthas and a wish to help rebuild a living person's life.

I frequently returned to my former homeland remember fond memories. I also found that some of my sect had survived, but a very small amount. Fantastically one of my best friends had also survived the onslaught. He was surprised to see me, but that surprise gave way to sheer joy and happiness and she fell in my arms weeping. We talked for a long time and I told her about the Light and how it had abandoned me. Arabeth told me that the Light had also abandoned the Blood Elves and that now they had to find new sources for the thirst for magic and for the Light.

Their manner of doing this fazed me a little. The Blood Elves were not a terrible evil lot, but now that they had fed off of Fel magics some of them had become so. Some had gone mad. And there were warlocks in their midst now. The Forsaken part of me did not care: Anything to defeat Arthas. But the Elvish part of me screamed in pain and anguish at seeing the Blood Elves become so desperate.

I learned that our Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider had practically betrayed the Sindorei. He had turned to the half-demon Illidan for support against the Alliance and the Horde, but also against Arthas. He failed in his quest. The Forsaken would destroy the Lich King, not some Night Elf demon child of Kil'Jaeden.

The Creation of a New Plague and the Horde

My knowledge of various herbs and plants helped the Apothecary as we started creation on a new plague. This plague would destroy the Scourge and the Living. There was one faction of Azeroth that we had allied with that did not know this however, and it would remain that way for the time being.

The Horde. How well I remember them in my living life. Now they were our allies? How quickly the tables turn in the favor of the Forsaken. They would help us destroy the humans that so hated us. It was strange how we could ally with the living, and sometimes even former enemies to reach a common goal.

But the Plague. It would be a glorious plague. We worked in secret, using the wretched tongue of Gutterspeak to communicate without being overheard. We learned it from the former denizens of Lordaeron's Undercity before we made it our home. It was a symbol of our defiance against the Living Alliance. And with it we were able to create our glorious plague.

The Destruction of the Sunwell and the Joining of Sylvanus

Quel'Thalas.

My home and sacred land. This is where my people began their new life in a new land. This is where that life was destroyed. Arthas, the Lich King, destroyed my people and destroyed the Sunwell forever. I did not get to see the Sunwell be destroyed. But I witnessed its aftereffects.

I was killed when Arthas came to Quel'Thalas. I, a priest of the Light, fought against his undead Scourge to defend my people and my home. But it was not enough. I was struck down by the necromantic powers of one of Arthas's mages. But shortly there-after I was reborn to fight for him. But I do not remember seeing the Well destroyed.

But destroyed it was.

My name is Karolinus and I am now of the Forsaken.

Sylvanus Windrunner, former Ranger-General of the Silvermoon Conclave, now Dark Queen of the Forsaken. There was a moment in our undeath that we were no longer under the Lich King's rule. In that moment Sylvanus came for us, my brethren and me, and we were free. We were intelligent, strong, willful and angry. We were vengeful! Ruthless, corrupt creatures of darkness. I could no longer wield the Light, but I could wield the Shadow perfectly in my new state!

And I did use it against the Scourge and the humans who so rejected us at every turn. I relished their screams of pain, pain that I could no longer feel! My jealousy consumed me and their screams quenched my thirst for life and hope.

I used the Shadow to do horrible things. Entire towns, villages were destroyed in our wake as we pushed to find a home for ourselves within the plagued and dying lands of Azeroth. The former human capital of Lordaeron became our home. And within its depths we carved a new nation. We continued our blood work to find a cure and to create new weapons of war in our fight against the Scourge and the Living.

Sylvanus saved us all. Without her I would not be here. Many of the priests now follow the Shadow, and within our sects we have created a cult for it to rival the Church of the Light, to rival the Light itself who so abandoned us in our greatest time of need! The Cult of Forgotten Shadow. How powerful we did become. We stretched the very boundaries of the Shadow near to the breaking point, and still we are not finished.

I am Karolinus Shadeblight, and I am of the Forsaken! Arthas will meet his end!