Endless Questing

[Agrovale]

"Master, is this the spot?"

Agrovale knelt into one of the many snowbanks that looked over Icecrown Citadel.  Behind him hunched his pet ghoul who was munching noisily on the remains of a dwarf.  The fool thought Agrovale represented the Knights of the Ebon Blade and that Agrovale had some fools quest to send him on.  The look of surprise on the dwarf's face as Agrovale bashed his brains all over the snowbank is something the death knight will cherish.  For at least a week anyways.

He reached behind himself and the ghoul handed Agrovale a strip of flesh from the dwarf's treetrunk legs.  As he chewed on the flesh that steamed in the frozen air, Agrovale contemplated the task assigned to him by Highlord Morgraine:  Find a way into Icecrown Citadel.  A shriek overhead drew the death knight out of his musings.  Glancing upward, Agrovale saw a gargoyle trying to flee as fast as it could.  "Where do you think you are going?"  The knight flicked his wrist and a tendril of darkness snaked outward, wrapped around the gargoyle's leg, and yanked it down before him.  Agrovale's ghoul howled in glee and leaped upon the gargoyle, its filth ridden claws tearing deep gashes into the creature's wings and side.  One swing of Agrovale's mace knocked the gargoyle senseless.  He frowned at weapon.  Axes and swords created such wonderful sprays of blood with their blows.  Maces simply broke bones and oozed fluids out of the orafices.  This train of thought soured the knight's mood.  Agrovale raised his foot and brought the booted heel down upon the creature's neck, snapping it like a twig.

"Tear its head off and rip the spine out.  Leave me the spine.  The rest is yours."

Happily, if one calls a undead creature that hungers for living flesh having the ability to be happy, the ghoul feasted once more.  A few minutes later it handed over the gargoyle's spine to Agrovale.  Taking off his helm he shook out his matted ponytail.  Agrovale still didn't understand why he kept the silly hairpiece or how it is still growing no matter how much  it gets ripped out.  "Vanity.  All for a squad."  Tilting his head back he crushed the gargoyle's spine from the top and ran it down to the end that hung over his mouth.  Spinal fluid trickled into the death knight's mouth.  He drank it all and then tossed it over by the now freezing carcass of the dwarf.

"How does one break into the impregnable?  A simple task indeed."