Realm maintenance for Tuesday March 31st
The winds swept across the frozen plains making swirling geometric patterns in the snow laden prairie grass. This was a cold day in the northern land, both in weather and in heart. For it wasn't only the snow, but the chilled waters which were causing the kingdom concern; up and up they went, rising over the rivers banks. The land's people thought they could hold them at bay but none could be sure.
The engineers flew over the homesteads of their countrymen, working diligently in their flying machines to hold back the mighty waters. And while things were quiet now, it was predicted by those with foresight to not be quiet for much longer. More movement in the waters was coming, and it was something that no man wanted to see.
The kingdom was under the protection of the councilmen and councilwomen, yet they were impeded in their efforts at every turn by the maniacal Lich King, laughing and taunting them with his powers over the frozen wastes.
"Petty mortals, do you really think you can withstand the power of the mighty Scourge?" he chided the citizens who dared brave the cold north. Sitting atop his ice crowned citadel there was nothing he couldn't see, nothing he couldn't do. For the domain of the north was his and his alone.
Except upon this day the voice of the gods and the wizards of Dalaran opened up their mouths and spoke in unison.
"Let it be known across all the lands, from the islands of the Maelstrom to the floating prisons of Outland, the realm are being put into stasis at sunup on most eastern shores of the most glorious Eastern Kingdoms. All shall be silent, and all shall obey!"
The only reaction from the citizens of the northern land was a slight smirk by a trio of adventurers, for no one else cared as they toiled against the rising tide. This trio though, they smirked knowing that their plan was beginning to take shape, and that even the Lich King couldn't resist the will of the mighty ghosts crawling throughout the heavens moving to and fro the very celestial bodies he wished to control.
A crab skittered across some dry ground in front of the weary adventurers.
Marcella looked at Osull and remarked, "This is the start, isn't it?"
Osull nodded and replied, "So it begins..." A broader smile now crossed Osull's face, and a soft but confident chuckle could be heard coming from his mouth.
This indeed was the beginning. For even if the Lich King's will wasn't undone, at least the people would be safe.
