Hello people! This is my first Warcraft 3 Story.

Anyway, as stated in the synopsis, this world will be different than the one that occurred in the game. There will be the same events and order but now things have changed because certain people have taken different routes as Arthas traveled his path of vengeance leading him to becoming the Lich King's champion.

Lastly, if my timeline is off then I apologize but it doesn't matter that much to me. I am making Arthas's grandfather be king around his mid-20s 100 years before the plague rose in Lordaeron. From Warcraft 3, Arthas's father seems older than he would be if he had Arthas at a young age and Arthas appears around 24-28 so I figure Arthas's father was around 50-65 when the plague hit.

Lastly, if you do not know what some characters look like then please google them and find a picture you like. If the image is not from my own head then I usually suck at describing the appearances.

So, let's begin.

Disclaimer: I don't own Warcraft, Blizzard, or a great many things that will be in this fic except for some OCs.

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Chapter 1: Setting the Stage

Unknown location, time, and world

My name is Arthas Menethil and I am the King of Azeroth and Outland and leader of my creation, The Legions of Hell. My rise was ordained since before I was born and the destruction of several locations and races was a part of it. Now I rule over the dead and the living, a coalition of several different races all living and serving in my kingdom in harmony. I fought and clawed my way through over a dozen different races in my rise to power and with each soul I claimed, I gained more power. None who stood against me lived, not even my own father and one of the mentors he gave me when I was a boy. Cities, races, countries, demons, ancients, and even continents fell before me in my quest for vengeance, power, and my own kingdom.

I was born a prince, turned into a warrior of the light, then a warrior of vengeance, to a butcher, to a rebel, to a ruler, to a conqueror, to a king, and then finally to a godlike entity. Insanity would have claimed me if it wasn't for my top commanders along with the loves of my life keeping me sane and my natural desire to keep my subjects safe. My mentors, friends, comrades, father, and loves of my life had all commented that they had never seen a commander with the loyalty that I held with my soldiers and commanders. Through this loyalty, I had very little resistance to convincing them into following me over their rulers and people.

All of my life, I was raised to believe that I was to be a warrior of justice, which in essence I still am, I just deal out my kind of justice. I have gained many names over time and campaigns, butcher, manslayer, corruptor, destroyer, bastard. All of these are true in one form or another and I care little for opinions as I know how the people who I care for view me.

I owe my rise, power, life, and the love I have found to a man who arrived when my former master was charged with his mission. The man was named Damon Corvus and was called The Reaper, and I have come to recognize him as more of a father and mentor than my real ones, and he gifted me abilities that made me a juggernaut compared to others and put me at a level that only arch demons can keep up with me. The man also ensured my survival through various means and ensured I would not be corrupted to someone else's will. I met the man four times in my life, twice during my rise, once after I assumed control of Azeroth and prepared for Outland, and once after I took the mantle of Lich King. He explained the creation and plans for me and why he did it and each time he gifted me with something to further ensure my survival and that of my captains and loves.

My name is Arthas Menethil and this is the story of my damnation and rise to power.

Frozen tundra of Northrend: 100 years before the plague arose in Lordaeron

A suit of armor and a sword covered in skulls sat trapped in an ice block while a towering figure stood before it. The figure was red with burning eyes and had an aura of power surrounding him, while the armor had an aura of malice and death. These were the arch demon warlock Kil'jaedan and the cursed soul of the Orc Warlock Ner'zhul now titled the Lich King. Kil'jaedan stared down at his creation, "You know your task Ner'zhul, you are to weaken the mortal races of this plain to allow the Burning Legion access and ease of infiltration. You now have powers over death, corruption, and necromancy. Till your mission is complete my agents, the Dreadlords, will be watching over you to ensure you complete your mission." His voice was similar to Darth Vader's but more demonic and not robotic.

Ner'zhul glared hatefully at his supposed master, but without an actual body the demon lord did not notice. He was about to be defiant when a voice sounded out, (Play the humble and loyal servant.) He tried to sense out the source, (Be calm, only you can hear me and I intend to aid you in ridding yourself of your oppressor and jailors. I will speak more when he is gone, for now play the humble servant and let him believe you are too afraid to cross him. Request a champion to lead the forces that you will create and enforce the will of the Legion since the Dreadlords will not heed your orders. I am sure you will find an excuse).

Kil'jaedan was growing impatient, "Did you hear me worm?!"

Ner'zhul was shaken from his thoughts and spoke, "For… Forgive me. Master. It is. Difficult to. Communicate in this. Form. I meant. No disrespect to. You and your power. I will crush. The mortals and. Make way for. The Legion as you. Ordered." His voice was like Hades' from Clash of the Titans, and he actually was struggling to speak.

Kil'jaedan stared at his creation for a minute before nodding, having gone through a similar process to get his powers, but he had proven his loyalty to his creator while Ner'zhul had attempted to flee and break the bargain, "Very well worm, I will show leniency this once. Do not fail me or you will suffer far worse than you have already for attempting to break the pact."

Ner'zhul kept his anger in check, "I understand my master. I humbly request that I. Be allowed. To create a champion for myself. To enforce your will. Onto my forces. And to lead them until. They are able to. Summon Lord Archimonde. I would never presume to order. Your Dreadlords and. To even consider such a. Notion would be foolhardy. Even if I was. Foolish enough to try. Your agents would never. Obey me and. Punish me accordingly."

Kil'jaedan, in his own arrogance, believed his servant and that he could control him with ease, "Very well, but do not attempt to betray me or I will personally torture your soul for the rest of eternity."

Ner'zhul, if he had a body, smiled wickedly, "Of course my master. Your will be done." Kil'jaedan narrowed his eyes slightly before vanishing and Ner'zhul then tried to sense out the voice, but was interrupted as 7 swarms of bats came and formed pale, vampire like creatures with large wings and claws standing before him. Each was wearing different colored armor and was radiating that same color, "You are my commanders. For this task I presume? I will need to know. Your names so. That I can. Address. You properly."

The largest one, who was red, spoke, "You are correct wretch, I am Tichondrius commander of the Nathrezim. With me are Mal'Ganis, Varimathras, Balnazzar, Detheroc, Anetheron, and Mephistroth." As he spoke he motioned to a light green one, scarlet one, purple one, putrid green one, a blue one, and a yellow one respectfully, "Now, it is time for you to begin your task." His voice was deep and echoing slightly.

(Be respectful for now, in time you will watch as they perish by either your Champion or by events caused by him. If you push them, then the minute you are deemed unnecessary they will send you back to the Twisting Nether to Kil'jaedan. However, if they can believe you serve Kil'jaedan and you then press the hatred for their enemies the Night Elves they will forget you until it is too late. Begin with sending out your power to the nearby villages to begin the corruption and claiming of this land as a base of operations. Then send out your presence to begin corrupting power hungry beings to your service, who will then spread your "generosity" to others).

Ner'zhul, still heeding the voice, spoke, "Of course sir. I will begin with. Finding weak minded. Individuals that I can turn. They will then aid me in. Corrupting this land and claiming it. Then I will send out my presence to. Individuals who lust. For power. And bring them here. To be converted to my soldiers. Then I shall begin the scouring of the mortals."

Tichondrius narrowed his eyes, while he would admit it was a sound plan, he could not help but feel that Ner'zhul was not the sole creator. He based this on the fact that when Ner'zhul was still an orc he followed brute force strategies and tactics, but now he was using strategy and plans. He finally chalked it up to his master expanding his mind slightly to ensure he would be successful (which wasn't entirely wrong), "Very well, do not fail us."

With that they vanished and Ner'zhul sensed around the room, "Show yourself." A moment later a figure appeared dressed in black armor with crimson designs with a hood and mask on, "Who are you and. Why would you aid me?"

The figure stood there before speaking, "My name is Damon Corvus, but I am known as the Reaper. As to why I am aiding you, it is for the betterment of this world. You see, without my interference the Legion will return and will win and cast this and other worlds into darkness. You however, do not kill everything; you conquer and let live those who bow to you. I am ensuring that if this world must be conquered it is through one who will not destroy everything and ensure other worlds are safe through the fact that Outland is all that is accessible through this world's abilities. If you follow my advice and council, not only will the Legion be undone, but its remnants and other forces will be under your command."

Ner'zhul stayed silent for a moment and accepted the response since following my advice so far had paid off for him, "Very well, how should. I proceed except for the obvious. Of turning different towns and. Such over to my control?"

I grinned behind my mask, "First off there are a dozen small villages around this area that can easily be converted, after which you press on the larger areas for with each enemy that falls, and even some of your own, can rise up again to serve you. Once the local settlements are taken you can move on to strongholds and encampments as well as some of the local dragon spawning pits, but be warned there is a kingdom of spider creatures called Nerubians here with multiple entrances to the surface. They will not go easily, but you will be able to influence their king, Anub'arak, to join you and give you the weaknesses to their race and defenses. As they fall recreate them as your soldiers and they will prove their worth a hundred times over. Anub'arak will not be happy with his loss of will until he meets your champion in the future."

Ner'zhul was too tempted not to ask, "Who is this champion? And how will they be able to. Influence this king?"

"When I am done here, I am going to go to his ancestor and implant in them a unique ability to rally soldiers and inspire loyalty that will not activate until your champion is born. With this ability your champion will be able to pull forces to his side and increase your forces without their deaths thereby in essence giving you two soldiers for each one he takes. As to whom they are, his name is Arthas Menethil and in less than a century, he will be born the crown prince of the Human kingdom of Lordaeron and will become second amongst their paladin ranks."

I felt the Lich King's shock since as an orc he had faced paladins and their leaders and they could match any soldier among the orcs and even a few demons with ease, "He will join you as he goes for his quest for vengeance because of his land being corrupted. This blade you have, once you have taken the areas of Northrend that are key you will force the blade out and send it to this location." I then sent an image to his mind, "There, Arthas will draw the blade and submit to your will and from there he will kill Mal'Ganis because you are going to humbly request that he lead the forces of undead to draw Arthas to Northrend and force him to take up the blade. After he has become your servant give him a skeletal horse and turn him into a Death Knight." I gave him the information of the three brackets of the Death Knight and that Arthas will fall under the unholy tier.

I could feel his delight at that, "An archmage you should pay attention to AFTER you are finished with Northrend is named Kel'Thuzad. By the time you are finished with Northrend and are prepared to move on to the next goal, he will be among the circle of Magi and will be close to several powerful individuals which will follow him to you and then they will turn others and aid your forces in pushing forward. Kel'Thuzad will be instrumental in both sides of the plan; your champion will kill him and then will resurrect him in the High Elves' home of Quel'Thalas, with the powers of their sunwell, as a Lich who will then summon Archimonde and be one of your champion's top commanders. After the legion has started their attack on the continent of Kalimdor, send Arthas to the area called Felwood and have him tell a man named Illidan Stormrage how to stop them by absorbing the skull of Gul'dan since he thirsts for power. He will do so and the Legion will slowly be undone and Archimonde will perish on Mount Hyjal."

Ner'zhul listened intently as I told him events that would take place, "After mount Hyjal, Arthas will return and proceed to kill the other Dreadlords that are claiming ownership of the scourge. At some point, there will be an attack on the Frozen Throne by Kil'jaedan's soldiers and Arthas will return and need Anub'arak's help to reach you. He will butcher his way through the land and combine with you to create one entity."

Ner'zhul was pleased by my explanation and was so engrossed in his fantasies he failed to notice me restricting information and that I planned to change certain things beyond what I told him. I placed my hand on the glacier and started funneling power into the blade, "This will seal Arthas's powers into him so if the attack happens, then Arthas's powers will not dwindle as quickly as they normally would and will reduce the risk of your death at the hands of Kil'jaedan's troops." "It will also do a few extra things to aid Arthas but that is not your concern. I know full well that you will not stop at the two lands, you will crave more and unleash as many horrors as you need to in order to expand gateways to this world to reach other worlds." "I am going to give you details on how to set up certain events to help push your Champion and subordinates to other events that will benefit you as well as events that could slow his progress."

I placed my hand on his prison and sent the knowledge to his mind, "Now I shall take my leave and prepare your champion to be ready." "As well as a few of his major supporters" with that I vanished in a swirl of black flame.

Lordaeron (human kingdom): Capital city Lordaeron (Blizzard was very original with the names for locations)

I was walking through the city with three targets for here. I found the most important one, Terenas the first (Arthas's grandfather) and moved in his direction. I approached the castle and was stopped by the guards, "I am a mage and I must speak to the king about an important matter."

They stared at me before calling over three guards and instructed them to take me before the king. As I entered the hall, I saw a man with long dark brown hair and a beard to match sitting on a throne with guards surrounding the hall and above held representatives from the major factions, the Kirin Tor, the Silver Hammers, the Archbishop, Captain of the guard, and the war council which was made of the five surviving generals of the second Great War against the Orcs. The king leaned forward, "Speak."

I bowed low, "Forgive me your majesty, but this matter is concerning your family and I wish to speak in private." The king narrowed his eyes slightly and then sent away everyone while having guards by the doors. While he was distracted I sent cloaked clones after the Silver Hand and Kirin Tor representatives to find two specific people. I approached the throne, "In less than 200 years your kingdom will burn and your people will be eradicated and turned into abominations."

He rose from the throne and appeared to be in anger, "WHAT!? HOW?!" he felt his anger burning and waved the guards away when they came inside because of the yelling.

I sighed and looked upward, "The Demons will return and the only hope for your people is your descendant who will be in the midst of the fighting. I can't guarantee the survival of the entirety of your people but I can guarantee at least 42% do as well as your allies the dwarves and gnomes, the elves will take a serious hit as well but will survive."

He was forced to sit down as his heart was slowly breaking, "When? Tell me when so I can prepare to stop or slow the threat."

I sighed knowing I had to lie partially, "I honestly don't know, I recommend you enhance the guards training, funnel money into technology and blacksmithing, get more guards, and increase the training of your magi, priests, and sorceresses. If you need funds ask your people to give what they can to help defend the realm from the Orcs and any allies they may have. Remind them that you may have defeated the Orcs, but not their demon masters and they may come for their servants at any time. I also recommend that you train your children and have them train their children in all forms of combat possible, if their magically capable, press them in those arts but also press them into close and ranged combat and then stabilize those traditions so they do the same for their children." He sighed and nodded, "I have to leave now and prepare for those who can stand up as well. I will reveal myself to the descendant that will be at the heart of this. Goodbye good king, may you have peace and security during your reign." He watched as I disappeared in a burst of white fire.

He rose from his throne and called his guards, "I want all the chief engineers, masters of the Kirin Tor, captains, drill instructors, smiths, and master craftsmen we have to gather here immediately! I also want our emissaries sent out to our allies and inform them we are preparing for a possible war with the orcs and their masters and any aide they can give we will gladly reciprocate if needed." His guards bowed and immediately sent out orders to their messengers.

Northrend: 6 months after I left, outside the Lich King's prison.

Tichondrius was meeting with his fellow Dreadlords, "It seems that Ner'zhul is up to something and I have the sneaking suspicion that he is getting aid from someone or something. If this continues we will have to be monitoring him even closer then we have been." Before anyone could reply they were blinded by a flash of light and they found themselves bound in Ice tentacles and pairs of hands on their heads.

They felt their mind become fuzzy as the hands started glowing, "Ner'zhul is a coward and isn't strong enough to pose a threat to the Legion, he would never dare to cross you. If he seems to be competent and tactical, then perhaps your master chose wisely and to doubt his choice is to doubt your master and you know how unwise that is. Ner'zhul will never be a threat to the Legion so long as you are in this world and once Lord Archimonde arrives he will be no threat whatsoever. In fact he will be so insignificant compared to the Night Elves that there will no point to pay attention to him unless he attempts something." These words repeated themselves in their minds and then a minute later they were standing there with confused looks across their faces.

Tichondrius shook his head for a minute, "As I was saying, Ner'zhul is progressing well in his assimilation of the native populace and has already started growing his forces by robbing local graveyards and is nearing the forces necessary to take the nearby stronghold."

Mal'Ganis nodded, "That is good to hear, Lord Archimonde and Lord Kil'jaedan will be pleased to know there is progress being made."

Tichondrius nodded, "Yes, also Mal'Ganis. Ner'zhul requested, and the masters approved, that you lead his forces in the human kingdom when he is ready and will lure his champion here to take the runeblade as his own and enslave his soul to Ner'zhul." Mal'Ganis nodded and left to oversee the forces to familiarize himself with their potential. Tichondrius then turned to the others, "The masters also stated that if he should have to give his life to ensure their summoning then that is acceptable, but Mal'Ganis cannot know about it since he has record of fleeing a battlefield and not ensuring the enemy suffers for their victory. The masters have decided that his life is unnecessary if it means the champion will come and help ensure their summoning." The others nodded and dispersed to their own areas.

I smirked from my perch high above their meeting, "Now that they believe Ner'zhul is not a threat, he will be safe for a time and Arthas will have his chance to combine with him and unlock his true power."

Fast forward: 45 years later

I watched as the Lich King's forces swept through over 65% of Northrend and had a standing force of over 300,000 and a half dozen wyrms recreated as his skeletal constructs and was preparing to go to war with the Nerubians and had already been in contact with Anub'arak and was already plotting the areas to force the fighting to specific areas that were out in the open to gain a large amount of their forces as his minions. How to do this you ask? It's quite simple, he is going to place explosives at the above ground areas over the tunnel junctions that Anub'arak pointed out. This will cause severe cave-ins which will kill quite a few themselves, but the Nerubians would also believe that an attack force would be coming from there and send their forces to intercept the attackers. Of course while this was happening he would be sending his deadliest fighters to the gates far to the south of Ice Crown, while barricading and blockading the upper gate with his human forces to ensure that if they did attack from the northern gate, he could revive any of the two forces that die as new warriors and drive back the invaders while also bolstering his ranks.

He also placed several mages, turned necromancers through him, which lived in Northrend, to the front lines… well directly behind the front lines so they could call skeletal warriors from corpses to attack and press the front lines harder. His plans worked slowly, but surly and with each Nerubian killed, he resurrected it as a crypt fiend and it aided his warriors in taking more dragons as his slaves by them spewing webbing over their target to force them to the ground and killing their former comrades. That isn't to say that the undead forces didn't take hits as well, but for every soldier of theirs that fell in combat the necromancers revitalized them as new corpses/skeletons/abominations.

45 years later

The war with the Nerubians lasted 10 years, but 8 years into their war the Nerubians made a grievous mistake by tunneling too far into the earth. They awoke an ancient race called the faceless ones (for obvious reasons) and were subsequently attacked by them and were now fighting on two fronts. The Lich King, having been warned of this threat ahead of time, sent his influence out and turned the Nerubians that died fighting the faceless ones and even the dead faceless ones into undead and started attacking both sides.

As the fight dragged on the faceless ones retreated to the depths and the Nerubians were pushed to the point of extinction as their strongest warriors were now attacking them as they fled to areas deeper in the earth away from the faceless ones and Azjol-Nerub was conquered. The Lich King, knowing the danger of the faceless ones, blew a series of points around the tunnel they were using and buried it under a hundred feet of rubble. He then ordered that defenses be built and stationed a standing force to ensure that they could not get out without massive losses.

With the conquering of the Nerubians done, the Lich King continued to take more lands of Northrend and create/corrupt more soldiers to aid with the only true resistance being the dragons that resided in the mountains and with the defenses that the mortal races would have as well. He was pleasantly surprised to discover another winged creature that he could dominate, they were known as Gargoyles. With relatively simple minds they were corrupted easily and aided his forces in taking more dragons as his slaves or using their corpses to create bone dragons.

He also discovered by sacrificing some of his mortal servants in certain manners would create ghostly apparitions called shades that could connect their field of vision with the other undead and were undetectable to normal means and thanks to my information, he was able to enable it so they could harm enemies but it also made them slightly weaker to attacks. So he created both types, one a pure scout type that could be harder to detect while not being able to attack and one that could attack, but was easier to kill.

Then following more information I gave him, he started upgrading his soldiers, creating new ones, and planning on taking others who could aid him in doing so. His basic fighters, known as ghouls, were upgraded to be as fast as a horse while striking with ferocity that matched any predator in the world. His necromancers grew in power and were able to summon three different types of skeletal warriors and could now summon three of them per corpse. He created a female creature called a banshee that could possess a living creature and convert their mind to serving him; this in turn made conquering villages easier by possessing the chieftain of different tribes and villages. This became a double bonus because he would send the living forces against his enemies and then resurrect them after the battle to serve him again.

He left the local alchemists, engineers, and craftsmen alive but under his influence to create new items, weapons, upgrades, and creatures for him to utilize. Thus the creation of 2 new servants, weapons, and upgrades were achieved. The first unit was created by the alchemists who were able to stitch together a mass of corpses into one living entity that they rightfully called an abomination.

The second servant came from the alchemists and craftsmen recreating the obsidian statues and destroyers from the remnants of designs, corpses, and remains of them that were found in Azjol-Nerub. The beings could shift from a statue to a full blown flying creature ready for combat. The statue stage allows them to give off an aura that can heal allies or restore there mana/magical power and launches energy attacks from the top of it. As a creature it naturally drains mana from enemies and can slow them down quickly with its ranged attacks.

The first new weapon was called a meat wagon, which was essentially a body transport and catapult that would launch corpse remnants and other items at the enemy. But Ner'zhul took it even further through some goblins that landed on Northrend's shores and used them to convert some of the meat wagons into machinations that were similar to their shredders, but with an undead instead of a goblin and the alchemists and necromancers were able to fuse some soldiers into said machinations. It had the basic structure of a shredder but with cannons on both arms, dual shredder saws attached to the back on the creature, and claws for hands. The cannons had runes that could collect corpses, like the meat wagon, and then those same corpses could be fired out of the cannons as well as other items.

The upgrades were a plague inside all of his soldiers that when they died, or in the meat wagons' case when they launched an attack, it would create a cloud of toxin that would infect, slowly kill, and then transform enemies into undead. The upgrade also made it so abominations were releasing a miasma of the plague thereby infecting enemies as they attempted to kill/destroy them. The next upgrade was the ability for all of his forces to be able to consume corpses, whether friend or foe, to heal them if they are not on blighted ground.

Further enhancements he was able to fabricate were buildings and items that generate a corruption, or blight as he took to calling it, that would heal his warriors and structures while being on it. He also was able to boost his presence and control to the point where he could now attempt to reach Kel'Thuzad.

Dalaran, seat of magic in the eastern lands: Library

An older man was sitting in the library reading through several books trying to find more sources of power and magical abilities. He had a frown on his face as he recalled how Archmage Antonidas had forbidden him from seeking out Medivh's book and learn other arts besides just arcane, "That decrepit old fool, we are the keepers of all magic so it is within our right to study all forms. I will have power and learn new arts, even if I must leave this place to do so."

He straightened as he heard chuckling, (That is good to hear young mage, for I wish to offer you a place as one of my commanders to learn the art of death and corruption).

He looked around the room, "Who's there!?"

He heard the chuckling again, (Be calm mage, my name is Ner'zhul and I am the Lich King. I reside in Northrend and wish to offer you, and any that will follow you, a place in the coming new world order and grant you and them power over death and corruption. And, should you prove your loyalty, I will grant you immortality).

Kel'Thuzad sat there for a minute contemplating the offer. After a minute he spoke, "What must I do my Lord?"

Ner'zhul smiled, while thanking me internally for finding such a perfect servant, (Collect those who will follow you and come to Northrend, there one of my agents will meet you at the shore and escort you to my throne where I will bestow the powers you seek on to you and the others).

Kel'Thuzad stood and nodded his head, "At once my Lord."

Months later: Shores of Northrend.

Kel'Thuzad and around 30 priests, magi, and sorceresses had disembarked and were waiting for the agent of the Lich King to come. Kel'Thuzad had picked the different students who desired power and knowledge of other arts and those he knew also lacked a certain set of morals and ethics and were willing to sacrifice others for power. Their thoughts were all about gaining power and striking down anyone who dared to oppose them and stop their gaining of knowledge and said power.

Their thoughts were broken however when the ground erupted and a large scarab creature covered in spikes stood before them, "I am Anub'arak, my master the Lich King sent me to lead you to his citadel. His forces can at times be, unruly." As he finished speaking smaller spider like creatures arose, "Get on these Crypt Fiends, they will ensure you can keep up with me and we will not be delayed by taking the few paths there are in this land." His voice was deep and sounded like he talked through a fan as his voice reverberated.

Kel'Thuzad nodded and got on one of the spiders and the rest followed suit before the crypt fiends and Anub'arak took off to the north, "Be respectful when you meet my master, or it will be the last thing you do." Kel'Thuzad nodded and held on tight while wondering what type of master he had gotten himself.

Six hours later: Ice Crown

Kel'Thuzad and the others stood before the prison, "So you have arrived at last. Now we shall begin." The Lich King sent out his power and began corrupting them; they did not resist or hesitate. They absorbed his power and knelt before him, "Kel'Thuzad, you will create the Cult of the Damned and begin the scourging of the humans. These are your orders for the future and the role you play in my champion's creation"

Kel'Thuzad bowed as the information of his mission both for the Legion and for the Lich King flowed into his mind. After it was over, Kel'Thuzad gathered his followers and some ghouls and sailed back to Lordaeron to begin the plague.

10 years later

I stood atop a tower and watched as Arthas stood before his Father, "We have reports that an encampment of Orcs is situated close to Strahnbrad and may be planning something. I wish for you to go and meet up with Sir Uther at his encampment outside of Strahnbrad's outlying farm lands."

Arthas saluted his father easily hefting his great hammer with one hand. Unlike other Paladins, he held no spell book under his arm and needed only one hand to wield his weapon with effectiveness, "It will be done father, I won't fail you."

His father smiled at him, "Just come back and fight with honor and you will never fail me."

Arthas nodded and went to the barracks to get his most trusted captain, Falric Mortethil. Falric was an athletic built man, with short spikey black hair and had joined the royal guard shortly after Arthas joined the Silver Hands, and was immediately assigned to Arthas, when said prince was of rank to go on missions solo. Almost 100 missions and untold number of battles later, Falric wouldn't be lying if he said he held more loyalty to Arthas than anyone else in the kingdom, the king included. After Arthas had gotten Falric and his brigade, which many had taken to calling the Juggernauts, they started heading to the stables to get mounts prepared.

I watched as they rode off, "Go forth young warrior, go forth and begin the conquering of this world. May the authorities of this world watch over you and ensure your enemies fall. Watch out Azeroth your future Ruler has taken his first steps to claiming this land. Now, let's see if his potential has fully awakened yet." I vanished from the tower and headed towards Strahnbrad.

And done!

The stage is set and the path for Arthas is set with his allies prepared to be turned. Most likely the chapters will be the interludes and missions from the campaigns as well as some of the things I throw in to keep things interesting.

Couple things, Yes, Arthas will have more than one girl.

Yes, he will have people following him into damnation.

WARNING! Arthas will be godlike as we progress and his abilities will be changed/strengthened.

Also some characters will be changed slightly due to the interference of my OC.

Review and give your thoughts please.

Later everyone.