Hey everyone, this is just a fun little side project I thought I'd do. I recently replayed Warcraft 3 and then did a RWBY marathon, which is how this idea came about. I'll try to update when I can but until I finish the current arc on my other story and get out of exam hell, this isn't going to have a very big focus. Anyway enjoy…

Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past.

Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction, the creatures of Grimm, set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void.

However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "Dust".

Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life.

But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die…

This has never been more true than the Arc family and the birth of the Scourge, causing the once noble and caring royals, whom wanted nothing more than to protect their people, to be turned into hate filled killers.

Once the royal family in charge of the now destroyed kingdom of Lordaeron, the once peaceful and beautiful land soon found itself facing a Horde of Grimm the likes of which has never been seen before or since. The Arc family led their armies into battle after battle against the monsters and succeeded in saving the lives of thousands of their subjects, human and Faunus.

They were hailed as heroes of the people, champions of justice, fighters whose mere presence rallied their men to feats once thought unheard of. So powerful were they that what should have been a crushing defeat and massacre of an entire Kingdom turned into a long drawn out war of attrition as the forces of Lordaeron made the Grimm bleed for every inch of ground they took.

Indeed many experts believe that if the kingdom of Lordaeron had not held out for as long as it did then the other for Kingdoms wouldn't have been able to raise armies in time to combat the Grimm and been overwhelmed by the Horde. However despite the obvious success they were having at combating the Grimm, the forces of Lordaeron knew they were only delaying the inevitable, there were simply too many Grimm. For every village saved another ten were lost, for every Grimm slain another hundred took their place.

The Arc royal family continuously begged for aid from the neighbouring Kingdoms but was turned away every time, all wanting to keep their forces within their borders for when the Grimm finally crossed into their lands and refusing to waste their troops for a 'lost battle.'

The people of Lordaeron and the Arc family were outraged by this betrayal, hatred beginning to sink deep into their hearts, which attracted even more Grimm. The human and Faunus forces of Lordaeron continued to fight as one, united in both their faith in their royal family and hatred for both the creatures of Grimm and the other Kingdoms.

In the wake of this news the current King of Lordaeron and head of the Arc family began searching for other methods to combat the Grimm. Shortly after this the forces of Lordaeron suffered a massive morale drop as two members of the Arc family, Joan Arc and Amber Arc, were overrun trying to defend the last port city left. The King was horrified at this news and as more and more reports of casualties came in, he continued looking through the royal archives for some answer, where he found power that supposedly even predated the Four Maidens. Desperate he began preparing the necessary rituals and spread his creations out to cities about to be claimed by Grimm, only to realize too late that everything had a price as he opened Pandora's Box and the cities turned into contaminated wastelands.

Suddenly to make matters worse, a disease began spreading throughout the kingdom, killing hundreds and thousands of innocents as entire towns were destroyed much like those used in the King's experiments. No one quite knows what happened next but suddenly soldiers around the country were getting reports of the dead rising from their graves, attacking anyone or anything nearby, human, Faunus or even Grimm.

Those towns and cities that weren't destroyed immediately were quarantined by order of the King, before the current heir to the throne, Prince Jaune Arc ordered the unthinkable.

The culling of Stratholme…

Stratholme had been one of the few places spared the conflict between the warring factions and, along with the capital city, was one of the few places peace could still be truly found. Due to this, it was flooded with refugees, and as the newly named Plague of Undeath began to spread throughout the city…drastic actions were taken.

After quarantining the city, instead of helping his subjects Jaune ordered his men to leave the citizens to their fate, allowing the Undead to rampage throughout Stratholme and slaughter hundreds of men, women and even children, preparing the bait for their trap. Sure enough, the feelings of fear and hatred from the terrorized citizens drew the creatures of Grimm to the city like moths to the flame.

Jaune then ordered his men to retreat from Stratholme as the Undead and Grimm fought each other for dominance of the city, only for the Grimm themselves to join the ranks of the Undead as they ate contaminated bodies and drank diseased water. Upon seeing these Undead Grimm, Jaune Arc ordered all forces to engage while the Undead and Grimm were still fighting, wanting to eliminate both factions in one attack before the Undead grew too powerful.

The result was a resounding success and the spread of Grimm and Undead were severely crippled, and yet what should have been a time of celebration was met with stony silence as Jaune and his men burned Stratholme and its few survivors to the ground. Not willing to risk the Undead Plague spreading further while they still had Grimm to deal with.

The tide of Grimm and Undead had been slowed and allowed the forces of Lordaeron to rest and recuperate…and yet a bell was tolled to mark the sacrifice that had to be made for the respite. One of the few places in Lordaeron that represented hope to its people…had been razed to the ground by their own soldiers…

The King quickly gather his remaining family and informed them of the true nature of the Undead that he had unwittingly unleashed, the existence of magic and the true natures of the Four Maidens. All were shocked at what their father was saying, and yet all of them could see the potential. If they could find some way to control the Undead, they would have a powerful fighting force to combat the Grimm, and later get their revenge on the other Kingdoms for abandoning them.

Seeing this, the King informed his children of the existence of two powerful artifacts needed to obtain control of the Undead, the Helm of Domination and the Runeblade Frostmourne. And so he sent his faithful son after these artifacts, which were meant to be hidden deep within the Grimmlands.

It took nearly a year of constant searching and fighting off attacks from numerous Grimm before the young knight finally found what he was looking for. Hidden deep within the caverns beneath him he found a Helm and set of powerful looking armour along with a sword buried up to the hilt in stone.

All were guarded by a race of arachnid-like creatures called Nerubians, they explained that they were driven to near extinction from the Grimm above and that it was said that whomever wielded Frostmourne would lead them in a quest for revenge, returning their Azjol Empire to greatness once again.

But not anyone could wield Frostmourne, only those with a strong enough soul, a powerful Aura, could awaken the cursed blade.

'For whomsoever takes up this blade shall wield power eternal. Just as the blade rends flesh, so must power scar the spirit,' they warned.

Jaune Arc just frowned he grasped the sword, his men and the Nerubians watching with baited breath as the Prince pulled…

And suddenly stumbled as the Runeblade easily slid free from the earth before the runes running along its blade started glowing a bright blue and despite being in an underground cavern everyone felt a cold wind blast into them. The Arc was then surrounded by the bright white glow of his Aura before the blue of Frostmourne's blade slowly spread out from the weapon to surround the Prince, the white light of his Aura now extremely weak.

Then both glows died as Jaune sheathed his new blade and turned to his observers, both his men and the Nerubians bowing before him as his eyes began glowing a smoky blue. The Prince then promised the Nerubians vengeance and the restoration of their empire if the travelled back to Lordaeron with him and aided in their battle against the Grimm and beyond, to which they happily agreed.

The loyal son then donned the armour before wrapping the Helm of Domination in a rag and stowing it in his pack for his father.

Unfortunately Jaune and his expedition had been gone for years, by the time he got back both the Grimm and Undead had spread all over the country with only the capital city remaining, which was currently under siege from both forces.

Upon arriving the Prince displayed just how much power Frostmourne had as he eliminated the Undead in his attempt to break the siege, an almost joyful feeling seeming to come from the sword as it greedily destroyed his opponents.

With the pressure on one side being relieved the rest of the defenders were able to push back the Grimm enough for Jaune and his forces to enter the Keep. He then reported to his father whom looked tired and sad as he informed his son of the deaths of the rest of his siblings, surprisingly the Prince didn't really feel anything at the news.

However, before he could hand the Helm of Domination over to his father the Grimm renewed their assault, and everyone saw what was thought to only be a myth. A Grimm Dragon. Thought to be extinct the Grimm Dragon were similar to their smaller counterpart the Grimm Wyvern, only these Grimm were easily twice the size and even more vicious.

The gigantic Grimm easily tore down the Keep's gate and walls, allowing lesser Grimm to flood into the breaches and slaughter anyone they found. The two remaining Arcs had the misfortune to be cornered by the Dragon, with the King fighting valiantly with his blade Crocea Mors. Meanwhile Jaune began slaughtering the lesser Grimm between them as he rushed to assist his father, not noticing the Grimm he slew begin to rise up again. Their once red eyes now the same blue as his own before they began attacking the other Grimm nearby.

However, by the time Jaune reached his father it was too late and the Prince watched as Crocea Mors, the indestructible sword said to never break as long as Lordaeron still stood strong…shattered. The King looked at his blade in shock before turning to face the oncoming teeth with a tired expression as the Dragon crushed the ruler in its jaw and swallowed.

The Prince looked at the Dragon before calmly walking towards it as the Grimm then turned to stare at him in silence. 'Frostmourne hungers,' whispered the Arc softly.

Everyone felt a soft breeze begin to blow as the Prince held Frostmourne out before him and as they looked up they saw, for the first time in the country's history, snow beginning to fall down to the earth from the grey clouds above them.

The siege lasted for days as the snow fell down over the once beautiful landscape, rendering it into a frozen wasteland as everything around the Kingdom lay dead, animals, plants, Grimm, Humans, Faunus, Nerubians. Only two fighters remained, the Prince and the Dragon, as they continued their fight in the ruined Keep. It would have been an epic tale of heroism if any had been alive to see it…

Suddenly the long fight finally ended and the Dragon roared as it rushed towards him, only to feel its legs get trapped by ice that suddenly formed around it. Now trapped the Grimm could do nothing as it felt the Prince climb onto its back and a sharp pain pierce the back of its head…then nothing.

The Prince removed Frostmourne from the Grimm's corpse and slowly staggered off the body to collapse in the snow, only to see the Helm of Domination roll out of the bag and lay next to him. The Prince stared at it before a voice inside him encouraged the Prince to take it.

Groaning the Prince pushed himself onto his feet before grabbing the Helm and slowly stumbled towards the ruins of the throne room as he used his sword as a crutch, the dragon's corpse beginning to twitch as the winds began blowing a blizzard.

The Arc then collapsed onto the throne in exhaustion before he grasped the Helm and slowly put it over his head, Frostmourne's glow becoming blinding blue as Jaune's eyes did likewise. The Prince then stabbed Frostmourne into the ground as the blizzard intensified and a pulse of blue energy spread out from the Runeblade. Suddenly the Dragon's corpse rose from the ground, flesh dissolving off it as its skeleton and bone armour became visible. The Frost Wyrm then gained a blue glow around its bones and eyes as it rose to its full height and let out a bellowing roar.

The Prince then closed his eyes, ready to go into slumber and recover his strength as crystals began to cover him and the throne. And so sleep claimed him as his Frost Wyrm remained perched nearby, a silent guardian waiting until its master woke once more. The Wyrm then looked out over the battlefield, seeing the numerous corpses, both Grimm and otherwise slowly rising from the ground and creating a sea of blue. Standing silent and ready, waiting until their beloved master led them to get revenge on those who had betrayed them.

Throughout the land of Lordaeron, the blizzards began engulfing the land, shrouding it in massive storms of snow and ice that nothing living could survive in, and within that storm a silent army began growing and preparing. They would have their revenge, for they were the Scourge. And that is what they shall be, a scourge to their enemies.

Thus, the Kingdom of Lordaeron fell, replaced by the Icy land that is now Northrend or as the more superstitious call it, 'where Grimm fear to tread.'

To this day no one truly knows what has happened in the former kingdom of Lordaeron as, despite the large number of expeditions sent, no one that has gone to that place has ever returned. While the tales of Undead are likely due to hallucinations and the 'rituals' the King committed are probably primitive bioweapons. The fact remains that this Kingdom managed to hold off the largest Grimm horde ever seen for well over eight years and eventually destroy the Grimm as well as themselves, something most modern Kingdoms that have access to powerful weapons would struggle with today.

It is a truly terrible fate for such a noble Kingdom, which was betrayed by its allies, Vale, Mantle, Mistral and Vacuo. But let this be a lesson for the remaining Kingdoms, no one Kingdom is strong enough to survive alone, we must stand united…or not at all…

"Blake what are you doing?" questioned a male voice, causing Blake to snap her book shut and turn to face her 'friends.'

"Just some last minute revision on the location before we arrive," she replied, honestly.

"Don't tell me you actually believe those legends do you?" scoffed Adam as he looked out over the stolen Schnee airship. "Calm yourself my love, Northrend is the perfect place to set up a White Fang base."

"If you say so Adam," sighed Blake as she looked out at the icy tundra growing in the distance with a lingering sense of unease.

Well how did you guys like the prologue chapter? Let me know what you think as well as any suggestions or any Warcraft characters you want to see and why.