Bellmont cut the runeblade sharply against the cold sky of the Northrend, a black shockwave tearing through the frozen ground like a dagger through tissue paper.
Indeed this suited him well.
"King Arthas will no doubt be pleased to hear of your... defection... Lord Neven." spoke Darion Mograine, a clear hint of sarcasm within his voice.
"You doubt my altered loyality? Of what decent citizen of Lordaeron would I be to listen to some rotting High Elf hag then my true-blooded King." hissed Bellmont,
"Perhaps... though this poltery some of Forsaken you have slain proves little.... as it would seem you hold your allegiance elsewhere as well do you not?" spoke Darion Mograine,
Bellmont cackled,
"Surely you do not mean that pathetic group of axe wielding marauders? Bah! They're strength died with their last Warchief. And in the chaos they elect that corpulant shapeshifter in lake of true leadership..." hissed Bellmont, a hint of jealously in his tone.
"Interesting... the Forsaken will require a more varified set of information... but these aged marauders shall be a simple test of your loyality to the Lich King now won't it?" said Darion Mograine with a bone-chilling cackle.
"If his majesty so wishes it I will exterminate them as well. They are not however to be underestimated... I will require some aid." explained Bellmont,
"When your training is farther along, we shall make a move. However our eyes inform me that one of those second war echoes has come here searching for you." informed Darion Mograine.
Bellmont grinned,
"Most excellent... I shall show them the right to leadership is mine." hissed Bellmont, whistling to his loyal warhorse, Bayne.
"The gargoyles will guide you. Perhaps I was wrong about your intentions... though I doubt it... Nightbringer." said Darion, riding off into the howling winds.
Bellmont turned and followed the two gargoyles who flew high up, just barely keeping in eyeshot.
"A most convincing speech, Grand Executor." Varimathras voice echoed in Bellmont's mind.
"I'm no doubt the Queen will be offended at the mention of such personal attacks. Reguardless, a decent preformance none the less though. A pitty though your little Grin will have to suffer... some casualties." said Varimathras within Bellmont's mind. A short laugh echoed thereafter.
"Bastard." hissed Bellmont aloud.
Unfortunetly, the death of this scout would be a nessecary conclusion. Perhaps even a minor attack on Stonard. He doubted he'd ever regain the Grin's trust after these actions, in particular Yagyu's, however this mattered little.
The death of Arthas is somthing he would see come to pass. Reguardless of how dark the road to this outcome would be.
Meanwhile...
"This is the last time I come on one of your little adventurers, Sinderion." complained Craven.
"Oh quit your whining. You owe me and you humans are better built for this weather then myself." responded Sinderion as the two made it down the treacherous mountain pass into the Grizzly Hills.
"Bellmont was he?" Craven thought for a moment, "If I recall that was another noble family in the Alterac Mountains. Never knew what happened to them. But, given our current situation, nothing to good I'd imagine." said Craven.
"It seems the sun is starting to peak out. Two days is enough by my concern. Lets get back to your vesssel. We'll sleep there for another night then try one last time." said Sinderion as the pair descended down the mountain pass toward the bay.
As the two entered the camp they where given a eerie sight. The men that had accomanied them where gone. There tents empty, the lanterns out. Darkness and wind.
"Well... this is comforting..." muttered Craven, drawing his claymore. A bright white flame soon enshrouded it, illuminating a small area.
Sinderion drew two arrows and shot up into the air, startling Craven.
"Now why'd you do tha-" started Craven, an explination was presented with two gargoyles crashing to the ground and exploding into tiny black shards.
"Most impressive.... Ranger, I can see now why she thought you a suitable replacement... reguardless... you are no match for me!" cackled Bellmont, leaping from the shadows and bringing down his runeblade, causing the area around him to wither and die.
Craven quickly followed suite by driving his claymore into the ground, a bright concencration shooting forth and battling the death and decay caused by the runeblade.
"My my... so you brought a Paladin... still it will do you no good... I will drink in your suffering, Ranger. It may be better for you to simpily end yourself now, for you are not even the slightest comparsion to the--" an arrow caught Bellmont in the shoulder, causing him to stumble backwards and step on an explosive trap, rocketing Bellmont a few feet into the air.
Sinderion wasted no time in firing several flamming arrows into Bellmont's armor. Though the the flame made them unnable to be shot with the preciseness needed to perice such thick plate armorments, they still jammed thickly within the armor and burned brightly, showing quite clearly where Bellmont stood.
"They say overconfidence salts the road to ones own destruction, Sythegar. That and what appears to be infatuation with your own voice." hissed Sinderion.
The two charged eachother, Sinderion purposely leaping on a slick spot of ice on the snow and sliding between the legs of Bellmont, allowing numerous shots into the former Spymaster's back.
"It would seem I underestimated you... no matter." cackled Bellmont, rushing with a sudden jolt of speed and slashing at Sinderion.
Barely doding it, Sinderion drew his two handed axe and barried Bellmont's runeblade. Craven quickly came to Sinderion's aid. Bellmont whirled around as he clashed blades with the two.
With a sudden jolt of unholy power, Bellmont strangulated Craven, choking him with dark magic and throwing him into the snow nearby.
Sinderion whirled around and kicked Bellmont in the face, quickly retreating back and turning to face the recovering Death Knight.
"Your not use to that heavy plate, are you?" chuckled Sinderion as he twirled the arrow he drew, shooting it with deadly percision.
With barely enough time Bellmont brought up his arm to block the arrow. It tore through the thick plate, the arm, and out the other side. The arrow head close enough to draw blood right between his two eyes.
Bellmont growled, his patience was spent. Whirling around he flung his runeblade, the large sword driving itself through the Ranger, Sinderion completely caught offguard by the move.
Sinderion lay bleeding on the snow as Bellmont looked over him, stepping on his chest he ripped the runeblade out and chuckled. As Sinderion attempted to stand, Bellmont stomped on his chest.
"Don't move, you'll tear that wound wide open." hissed Bellmont.
Hearing movement, Bellmont brought up his runeblade to parry a sudden attack from Craven.
Sliding back, Bellmont chuckled. Whirling his cloak around he disappeared in a veil of shadows.
Bellmont grinned. If his replacement was strong, then he'd have no problem surviving the blow. It was a pitty of Stonard's eventual fate, yet part of him wanted to duel Yagyu, to perhaps silience that over-loyal Warlord.