The rampart was deserted. There were no entrances or exits on this part of the citadel, and thus nothing to guard, but it proved a good vantage point for the chaos below. The multitudes of mindless scourge seethed back and forth across Icecrown glacier. It was an ocean of undead, waiting for the moment in which they would be released on the world. Elionene hated to admit it, but Tirion had been right. No large force of soldiers could make it through this. They would be dead, risen, and fighting their own in seconds, adding to the already vast sea of monsters. A smaller force, one that could skirt past the outer defenses as she just had, was their best shot at getting inside, and confronting the Lich King once and for all.
Elionene quietly dismounted from the hippogryph and made her way to a secluded area of the rampart that overlooked the Court of Bones. From this area she could see that the gates into the fortress were still fastened tightly shut, with no apparent way of entry. That would soon change. The entire structure was made out of saronite. Cursed ore, formed from the blood of Yogg-Saron. The Old God now lay dead in Ulduar, but his evil presence was still felt everywhere in Icecrown. Elionene did not think it a coincidence that the stronghold of the Lich King and the Scourge was formed from the life essence of the Old God of death.
Tirion Fordring's tournament had proven fruitful, and now both the Alliance and the Horde were forming small teams to infiltrate Icecrown. A way in had been discovered. Elionene wasn't sure by who, but she did know that tonight, Jaina Proudmoore herself would be leading people into the underbelly of Icecrown, to seek out secrets that might aid them in the destruction of Arthas, and the Scourge. From there it was only a matter of time before they cracked the main door open.
Veritas had been recognized for their prowess and victory in the Crusader Coliseum week after week. Tonight, Elionene had called a rally of the guild to brief them on their mission, and the hope that they would be bringing not only to themselves, but to all of life on Azeroth. Elio peered around at the empty rampart. The location would do nicely for an inspiring speech and give a good view of what exactly they were facing as well. All throughout their time in Northrend, the Lich King had taunted them, goaded them, encouraged them to seek him out in his fortress. And now they had come.
And this time, Elionene would be the one laughing.
