One of the greatest evils Azeroth has ever seen (at least until Deathwing breaks through the Maelstrom..), has finally been killed. 10 brave adventurers from the epic band of warrio… eh.. merry men and women known as Tabula Rasa, ventured into the freezing cold halls of the Icecrown Citadel, found in the the forsaken lands known as Icecrown, in north-western Northrend. On the highest peak of the highest tower of this dreaded citadel, you would find the Frozen Throne, where the Lich King – the former noble prince of Lordaeron, Arthas – controlled the evil Scourge in his quest for killing all living beings.
However, his evil reign should last no longer. The brave adventurers fought many of the Lich King’s most horrible creations and lieutenants on their way towards the Frozen Throne, where they should finally meet their destiny. They were lead by the powerful and righteous paladin, Tirion Fordring, on this final attack on the Lich King. However, shortly after engaging the enemy, Tirion Fordring was encased in a frozen tomb of ice. So, it was up to our 10 brave friends to fight the powerful foe.
A powerful druid, took it upon himself to keep the Lich King from attacking his comrades. He assumed the form of a big, fat bear, and kept the enemy busy. However, the Lich King quickly found himself outmatched, and summoned powerful undead to kill the adventurers. Luckily, a stout dwarven warrior taunted all the undead away from the more squishy casters and healers of the group. It was then up to the healers to not only keep the brave tanks alive, but also to dispel any maladies cast on the group by the Lich King. Luckily, the group counted 3 skilled healers: a night-elven priest, whom skillfully removed any illness on his friends or protected them from harm with a strong magical shield of light; a draenei shaman whom managed to not only keep the group alive, but also conjured powerful totems to strengthen the group AND had time to once in a while yell for the BITCH to SHUT UP! The third healer was a rather panic-struck elven druid who had a tendency to shout out in fear whenever something looked the slightest bit as if it was about to go wrong.. However, she was never hesitating to put her efferfleff under people when they truly needed it!
Since the Lich King wouldn’t just drop dead on his own, the group also counted five very skilled fighters who in their own way did their best to harm him. A short dwarven hunter skillfully shot his gun towards the enemy. His bullets hit the enemy fast and hard, while his dog, Scruffy, was kept busy biting the King’s arse off. A paladin, hungry for retribution, kept himself busy hurling not only a massive blade against the enemy, but also the power of light, which filled his body. A powerful mage of the arcane was also among the friends. He was attacking the enemy with something called “massive crits”.. A second priest was also brougt to the fight. However he did not cure diseases or shield his friends, no, he was working on an experiment to clone himself, and he proved to be very successful. Except for the fact that all the clones he made turned out to be dumb suicide bombers. The group also brought a rogue, who didn’t really do anything, as he was busy eating muffins……..
The fight was long and frightening. In fact, it seemed like it would never end. Whenever the adventurers finally mastered the fight, the stupid Lich King decided to change tactics and hurl something new against our friends. But they learned to adapt, and the Lich King’s health went down, millimeter by milimeter. The friends became slightly more confident, and thought they had finally secured the success, as the Lich King suddenly yelled “Enough!” and instantly killed all the brave friends. He then said a lot of stuff, that noone actually heard (being dead and all..) and started to raise the adventurers to become powerful minions.
Luckily, at this exact moment, the paladin who was encased in the ice earlier, remembered that he was able to use the power of light, and he broke free from his cold prison. He charged towards the Lich King, with his blade Ashbringer lifted. Sadly, after being encased in ice for the last 10 minutes, his aim was kind of off, so he didn’t actually hit the Lich King. But, as luck would have it, he hit the runeblade Frostmourne instead, and with enough power that the blade shattered into a thousand pieces. Sadly, for the Lich King, the spirits of anyone he had killed with the runeblade through the years of his terrible reign, broke free in this moment and surrounded him. The spirit of his ow
n father, Terenas also came forth from the blade. He was pretty mad at his son, because he had killed him. So he gave him a timeout. The Lich King sulked and didn’t want to, but all the other spirits agreed with Terenas, and held him in place.
Now there was nothing much left to do than reviving our 10 brave, but dead, friends. They returned from the dead, and quickly turned against the Lich King, as they did not think a time out was quite enough punishment. So they did all they could to kill him off quickly, and eventually, he fell.
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I think it was amazing that we managed to kill the Lich King before Cataclysm, and I’d like to thank every single member of the guild for being amazing and for making this possible. I’ve said it before, but I will say it again. I have never had this strong feeling when killing a raid boss before. It was nothing less than amazing, and THAT is why I play this game. Great game, great friends. I love you all <3
Also, once again, I apologize for my loud screaming on teamspeak xD
- Tri, PROUD guild master of Tabula Rasa – and kingslayer :)
