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Arthas Menethil receives [Soul Shard] x4
[The face that comes to the screen is one that may (or may not) look familiar. Judging by how suddenly the communicator clicks on, its done in a frantic sort of smack, like it was hit accidentally. Whoever is on the other end sure does look a lot like a certain Lord of The Undead...only much less undead.
His voice is full of emotion, and full of rage. Its unclear as to where he's been the past few days, but judging by the undead gore on his armor, he's been out killing his own army...without knowing it, of course.]
Enough of this charade, I will hear no more of it. You will tell me where you've taken me, who you serve, and where you've taken my men. Do you not understand what evil threatens my Kingdom? I must be returned immediately!
[Its impossible to see who Arthas is confronting, but the light of the device seems to catch his attention, and he turns his head down to glare at it. His hair, where it was once wispy and white, is now full and golden blond. His eyes no longer glow that horrid runic blue, but instead are a lively sea green to compliment lightly tanned skin. He bares silver armor, chased with gold around its edges, swathed in a royal blue cloak bearing a strange symbol.
He also has a huge motherfucking hammer bearing the same symbol in his hand.]
What sorcery is this?
His voice is full of emotion, and full of rage. Its unclear as to where he's been the past few days, but judging by the undead gore on his armor, he's been out killing his own army...without knowing it, of course.]
Enough of this charade, I will hear no more of it. You will tell me where you've taken me, who you serve, and where you've taken my men. Do you not understand what evil threatens my Kingdom? I must be returned immediately!
[Its impossible to see who Arthas is confronting, but the light of the device seems to catch his attention, and he turns his head down to glare at it. His hair, where it was once wispy and white, is now full and golden blond. His eyes no longer glow that horrid runic blue, but instead are a lively sea green to compliment lightly tanned skin. He bares silver armor, chased with gold around its edges, swathed in a royal blue cloak bearing a strange symbol.
He also has a huge motherfucking hammer bearing the same symbol in his hand.]
What sorcery is this?
video; oh, RIP my heart 1990-2013
Its a long shot, but...]
Indeed it is. Tell me, do you know anything of it?
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Only a little bit. My father said that the Bronze Dragonflight has something to do with it, but that everything will be alright.
[There's a faint uneasy look in those blue eyes, as if he isn't completely satisfied with the explanation he's been given, but he trusts his father, so he'll give him the benefit of the doubt on that one. Magic is weird.]
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That meant--]
I see. If the dragons have their hands in this...
[He's only heard stories. For a while, he doubted the reality of them.]
Tell me, from which kingdom do you both hail?
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[Have a cocky little grin at that. He's intent on finding out.]
We both hail from the Kingdom of Stormwind!
[Curious look. He knows he's supposed to be polite but curiosity is hard to contain.]
And yourself?
video; here it comes, i feel the pain
Good lad. Don't get yourself in too much trouble, especially not on my account.
[He offers a small wink, but brightens at the mention of Stormwind.]
Ah yes, Stormwind. A strong nation indeed. King Varian is a great man, you are most fortunate to walk under his banner.
[The fact that Anduin doesn't recognize him is almost refreshing. But he can't bring himself not to be honest to the boy, already steeling himself for the usual reaction.]
I am Prince Arthas, of Lordaeron.
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You know my father as well?
[And then he fell silent, brow furrowing a little as he listened to Arthas, tilting his head just slightly as the weight of his words hit him.]
Prince Arthas... but father said-
[He cuts the words off, uncertain now.]
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But the more he looked at Anduin, the more he could see Varian's face in him. It was almost disturbing.]
Anduin.
[Its a recollection, not a question. Yes, named after his murdered father. If the Bronze Dragonflight was truly at work here...Anduin's aged presence was certainly proof of that.]
It seems the Bronze dragons are busy indeed.
[He would not appear ruffled for long. There was no cause to worry the boy, after all. If the undead were here with Varian and Jaina, certainly they could combat them without much trouble.]
You've grown much, since I last saw you.
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I believe that they do have a hand in it. I'm not sure how much but with how weird everything is...
[He nods his head firmly, deciding that he will tread carefully with Arthas, but listening all the while. Arthas even manages to wring a faint look of curiosity from him.]
When was that?
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[His smile stays perfectly fit on his face, but some part of him cringes momentarily at the memory. With the undead attacking Lordaeron now, it seemed so long ago.]
video; would I lie to you?
[And he's staring for a moment in silence, noting that perfect smile and how calm he seems once more. He knew his father had warned him from talking to anyone, but surely this was an exception, right? Even if it wasn't, he was still doing it.]
Wow... The Bronze Flight must be all over this!