The denizens of Scholomance had never heard Darkmaster Gandling and the Lich, Ras Frostwhisper, laugh so loudly and for so long as when a group of Tauren presented themselves at the entrance gates, demanding admittance into the Cult of the Damned.
The bull-men claimed that they were a hand-picked troop of elite Tauren warriors, sent by their Elder Crone, one Magatha Grimtotem, to aid her esteemed Forsaken allies in the war against the Scarlet Crusade.
When Gandling and Frostwhisper finally stopped laughing, the Instructors reminded them that Arthas had recently been rather obsessed with collecting “recruits” for his new Death Knight training fortress, Acherus. They dressed the Tauren in the robes worn by all non-elven Scholomance Neophytes — a process requiring a tremendous amount of magical stretching — and made them drink the potent mind- and will-dampening concoction given to all new pledges to the Cult.
The first thing Kregga remembered after her mind and will were freed at the Battle of Light’s Hope Chapel was the last thing she had consciously perceived before the initiation ritual potion took hold of her: the Lich King’s voice inside her mind, laughing at her presumption to think that she could simply spy on his operations for awhile.
Thanks to Tirion Fordring and Darion Mograine, however, Kregga had the last laugh: she did bring the Lich King’s secrets back to her chieftain, after all.
Woah. Short and sweet!
err, when I say ‘sweet’…
haha! Not such a “sweet” story, is it?
Yep. I’ve debated back and forth with myself for a long time about just how much of Kregga’s backstory I needed to write, and I finally decided that this key event was really all that needed to be told.