My postings throughout the cities populated by members of the Horde had evidently been forwarded to the leaders of the various factions. I had been summoned by the Dark Lady Sylvanas herself. Having made haste from the tiny Forsaken town of Brill, I approached the Undercity with some concern. The plague, while its incubation had been stopped in its tracks, did not mean that all of those previously infected were gone. Entering through the rusty iron gates of the once-glorious city, I cautiously looked around. While Arthas would undoubtedly turn …

*An addendum is placed beneath Arrens’ original note*
My fellow members of the Horde,
I prayed I was mistaken. I hoped beyond hope that I was wrong. But last night’s events have proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that my initial fears have likely come to pass. Arthas and his agents of destruction are imposing their will upon the denizens of Azeroth again. Reports from Booty Bay state that crates were scattered around the humid jungles of Stranglethorn. When opened…oh what hell they released!
The plague has returned and it …

*A large parchment written in bony script hangs prominently from the bulletin board in Orgrimmar, Undercity, Thunderbluff and Silvermoon City*
My fellow members of the Horde,
I am about as far from the druidic or shamanistic callings as one can get, yet even I can hear the calling on the winds, the whispers of the portents of our not-too-distant future. They all virtually scream the same thing: He is awakened.
Arthas, the Lich King.
Rumors have spread for months that the Horde (and presumably the Alliance) will march north into the frozen tundra known …