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Betrayal ran deep in the southern sector, his friend, his lover, his champion. He was living his worst nightmare, dethroned in the blink of an eye. When he returned to <i> his kingdom </i> he could not find his youngest child, Lothar. He quickly searched for him, the scent was thick in the forest and what he approached was a foal, recently kissed by the plague.
His innocent child, he left him for his kingdom members, the same ones who turned there backs to there king. Because of his neglect Lothar now suffered from the plague, the very sickness the faeries struck down on beqanna.
The dapple king ran as fast as he could, he knew he had to beg the faeries for the safety and protection of his child. Lothar already lacked a mother, perhaps if she had stayed around this situation would not be his reality. Arthas ran as fast as his legs would carry him, his heart pounding with worry and adrenaline.
He breaks into the mountain, a place he had not seen in ages, and one he did not hope to visit for this occasion. He comes to a halt in the center, but it was silent and no one was around, <i> now you want to hide? </i> He thinks to himself, his body is in a rage. Dropping a plague on them all, but lacking the balls to remain for all to see <b> HEY FAERIES! </B> His tone is testy, shaky, <b> I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU. </b>
It wasn't a bone, he had a request, a favor, a huge favor, <b> please </b> his voice had calmed, almost pathetic. <b> My son...he is sick...YOU DID THIS TO HIM! </b> Arthas was many things, but a damn good parent was his best trait. He loved all of his children, and he won't let this one suffer for his lack of presence. <b> Please, I have danced with the devil, I have evaded death once before, pass my immortality onto my son, please save his life. YOU OWE HIM THAT YOU COWARDS </b>
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<div class="artquote">Dangerous Business</div>
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OOC: risky arthas, per public approvals please pass the immortality trait onto Lothar and kill Arthas, whether it be punishment for talking like an asshole or just an eye for an eye.
http://www.beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20379
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<div class="artname">Arthas</div>
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Betrayal ran deep in the southern sector, his friend, his lover, his champion. He was living his worst nightmare, dethroned in the blink of an eye. When he returned to <i> his kingdom </i> he could not find his youngest child, Lothar. He quickly searched for him, the scent was thick in the forest and what he approached was a foal, recently kissed by the plague.
His innocent child, he left him for his kingdom members, the same ones who turned there backs to there king. Because of his neglect Lothar now suffered from the plague, the very sickness the faeries struck down on beqanna.
The dapple king ran as fast as he could, he knew he had to beg the faeries for the safety and protection of his child. Lothar already lacked a mother, perhaps if she had stayed around this situation would not be his reality. Arthas ran as fast as his legs would carry him, his heart pounding with worry and adrenaline.
He breaks into the mountain, a place he had not seen in ages, and one he did not hope to visit for this occasion. He comes to a halt in the center, but it was silent and no one was around, <i> now you want to hide? </i> He thinks to himself, his body is in a rage. Dropping a plague on them all, but lacking the balls to remain for all to see <b> HEY FAERIES! </B> His tone is testy, shaky, <b> I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU. </b>
It wasn't a bone, he had a request, a favor, a huge favor, <b> please </b> his voice had calmed, almost pathetic. <b> My son...he is sick...YOU DID THIS TO HIM! </b> Arthas was many things, but a damn good parent was his best trait. He loved all of his children, and he won't let this one suffer for his lack of presence. <b> Please, I have danced with the devil, I have evaded death once before, pass my immortality onto my son, please save his life. YOU OWE HIM THAT YOU COWARDS </b>
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<div class="artquote">Dangerous Business</div>
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OOC: risky arthas, per public approvals please pass the immortality trait onto Lothar and kill Arthas, whether it be punishment for talking like an asshole or just an eye for an eye.
http://www.beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20379
