it has been long, arthas, too long ;;

[nightstolen]

So be it.

You play a fool's game, sowing to see which way the seeds of your interest will once more quicken. Stand at the ready: in Icecrown, we keep a dead ground and harvest with our sword.

You cannot play to win.

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brotha from anotha motha :u

[darknessb4me]

[What treachery is this :|]

Icecrown was a long time ago.

twin made for the win!

[nightstolen]

Then we keep our hours at a different count.

/o/

[darknessb4me]

The Lich King has been dead for two years by mine.

[And he doesn't appreciate being face-to-face with a reminder of that.]

[nightstolen]

...well met. Shall I bid a long life to his likeliest heir?

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas laughs bitterly.]

Would you let Ner'zhul be defeated without dying for him first?

[nightstolen]

There is life. There is death. And there is existence beyond them.

I had a mind to see the likes of dragons rise. Do we? Within your two years.

[darknessb4me]

Not in the two years.

Before that, though, yes. What we become capable of is... unimaginable.

[nightstolen]

Careful, mirror-wraith. My imagination can run far. Best I not be disappointed.

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas - this one anyway - snarls.]

You're the one that's a ghost. If I've been dead for two years you've been dead for ten.

[nightstolen]

I keep well, for a corpse. Or a memory you'd sooner shed.

[darknessb4me]

You would. [Keep well, that is. If anyone would, its a Death Knight.]

[nightstolen]

If you've come to me with your regrets or words of wisdom, I'll not heed them.

[darknessb4me]

Of course, why would you? You're far too happy being a slave..

[abeltorun]

[Fuuuuuuuu-]

...Doesn't work that way, mate. Muns play t' keep.

[nightstolen]

A hand is only as good as the wrist that won't be cut down with it.

[abeltorun]

An' a hand's only as good as the one reaching out to it. What's your point?

[He remembers you from that zombie apocalypse meme. And Runner 5 is not amused.]

[nightstolen]

That whatever the stakes and the 'play,' metaphors fall as easily as men. As women. As all who cross Frostmourne's path.

[abeltorun]

"Frostmourne"? Yeah. That's not ominous in the least.

[nightstolen]

The blade chooses its man and its name.

[abeltorun]

Whatever, mate. You're the one faffing around with a fancy sword. -An' denying a man the dignity of dying as himself. Don't think I forgot that.

[Grr!]

[nightstolen]

A man doesn't forget his first death. Perhaps those after.

[abeltorun]

Yeah, well, consider that your one and only shot. 'Cause there won't be any more. Not if I can help it.

[nightstolen]

What was your first say, creature? Your little master plays to keep.

Nothing was said of how.

[abeltorun]

...Runner 5. Not "creature", ya overgrown Popsicle. And if mun here is smart, she won't put me in anything that dangerous again. Right, mun?

[Wanna bet? You're in one right now, kiddo.]

[nightstolen]

I'll wager your throat I have the right of it, creature.

[abeltorun]

And I bet my dogtags that you're as wrong as it gets. So? Ante up, mate.

[nightstolen]

With which of your body parts?

[corpseknight]

[Lark opens his mouth. Closes it.]

Are you the one I have or haven't slapped yet?

[nightstolen]

Shall we take the trial?

[corpseknight]

[He licks his teeth and sniffs delicately at Arthas.]

...haven't. You don't talk like the other guy.

[nightstolen]

I kill better.

[corpseknight]

[Unsteady laugh.]

Think I'm gonna challenge that one? I'm not that stupid.

[Lark lays his ears back and inches closer to Arthas, still sniffing the air.]

[cow_abunga]

Big words from a guy who's dead.

And I mean dead dead. Shuffled off the mortal coil. Pushing up daisies. Worms devouring what little actually remained of your brain.

[nightstolen]

And yet still with a sword held many heads higher than yours, little dinner.

[cow_abunga]

[Shrugs] Eh, I'll resurrect.

[nightstolen]

Atop a roasting fire, creature?

[cow_abunga]

You COULD do that, but considering the mindboggling amount of explosives I'm loaded down with, Icecrown would end up becoming a crater.

[nightstolen]

They say a good meal is worth a coin purse.