Thomas didn't understand the questioning, and when he questioned why the Crusade was acting without any physical sign of the plague, the explanation was a convoluted affair. The plague first spread through tainted wheat, Thomas was told, but now that this method had been discovered by the Crusade, the Lich King had devised "other methods." The world was littered with "traitors" who had sold their souls to the Lich King for immortality, the Crusade insisted.
Cities bearing refugees from other cities were immediately under suspicion. Villagers that were deemed "too healthy" were obviously in cahoots with the Lich King; otherwise, they would not be healthy. Towns that were deemed as havens from the plague were more than likely deemed such in order to attract more people, so that more people would be available for the Lich King to raise as undead. It all made utter, chilling sense -- why on earth would any village be spared the plague, unless they were somehow being prepared to receive it?
It never occurred to Sir Thomas that he was committing the same kind of murder that Prince Arthas had done when he purged the city of Stratholme so many years before. Sir Thomas Thomson had turned into that which he'd wholeheartedly cried against as unconscionably wrong just four years before.
Two months later, the Scarlet Crusade discovered another pocket of healthy villagers, proclaimed the village to be yet another group that was preparing for being turned to Scourge and ordered the village eliminated. Sir Thomas was at the head of the fray, and a woman and her son fell beneath his blade. The daughter walking with them turned an instant before the fatal blow stuck, staring up at her executioner with terrified eyes -- and Sir Thomas recognized in that split second the eyes of his daughter.
But from his room, instead of the normal sounds of grieving tears shed came strange, inhuman noises. Laughing, howling, sobbing -- all punctuated with strange little rhymes, the sort one heard in fairy tales used to illustrate where, in his life, a man had gone wrong. It was Hallow's End.
And so Dathrohan persuaded Sir Thomas to join the fight against the undead once more, on Hallow's End, in an effort to help Thomas put the mistakes of his past firmly behind him. But as Sir Thomas fought with an almost savage frenzy, slaughtering hundreds of undead, he was nearly overtaken by Scourge. His comrades leapt to defend and assist him -- and that's when they discovered that Sir Thomas wasn't merely overtaken by grief. He turned on them, running them through with his blade as viciously as he murdered the walking corpses that threatened them all.
Sir Thomas Thomson had gone completely mad.
The Scarlet Crusade was forced to take down one of its own, beheading Sir Thomas and taking the once-valiant paladin's body back to the Scarlet Monastery. Grand Crusader Dathrohan said he would prepare the body for burning himself, an honor to the Crusade's fallen comrade. But once again, things were not as they appeared to be. The Grand Crusader was in fact the dreadlord Balnazzar, who had taken over Dathrohan's body years before.Duped for far too long by lies, I see you now through clearer eyes!
Infected all, you too shall fall; the Light to win out through your demise!
I'll make of this land a funeral pyre ... and end your curse with cleansing fire!
The only burning Sir Thomas would feel would be the burning of fel energy, coursing through his body as Balnazzar reanimated the dead paladin's corpse. Balnazzar had taken over the Grand Crusader's body years before and was the real leader of the Scarlet Crusade -- nothing more than a puppet, a facade with which Balnazzar could continue to wreak havoc against the Lich King, against Sylvanas, and against humanity itself.
To this day, the corpse of Sir Thomas rides the skies come Hallow's End, setting buildings ablaze with fires to cleanse his beloved homeland of any possible threat. In life, Sir Thomas trusted those around him without fault, leading to the deaths of his comrades, his beloved mentor Uther, thousands of innocents and at last, his beloved wife and children. In death, Sir Thomas is so maddened that he doesn't even realize he is dead. In death, he desperately continues to fight the Scourge, wherever or whoever it may be -- for who knows when or where it may strike?I fought for you ... I fought in vain.
Now scatter, scurry, shriek in pain!
No mercy on this night abides,
On Hallow's End, when the horseman rides!
And he will not stop until he's put an end to all of you.
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