It starts in the Forge...

[Ryanica]

How did it come to this?

Ryanica Prowltusk, a huntress of The Grim, stood above the lifeless body of Bronjahm, one of the Lich King's most powerful magi. She and her companions were deep in the halls of Icecrown Citadel, and they, along with the help of the Argent Crusade, were to infiltrate the fortress and allow a way for the rest of the Horde inside. This particular team was lead by the Banshee Queen, Lady Sylvannas Windrunner. Ryanica had heard much of her, but had never been commanded to serve alongside her until now. Ryanica had a huge hatred for the undead, but she kept to herself as she followed the dark lady's orders. She was a long way from her home of Stranglethorn Vale.

Sure, she had faced many dangers and even stared into the face of death itself. But old gods, a deranged tribe of her own kin, and even demons in Hellfire Peninsula were no match for what she had encountered in the Citadel. The cold was mind-blowing, and they always had to keep moving to stop their blood from freezing. Bridges and walkways were laden with ice, ensuring every move was careful or they might find an end with a spike or a long fall. Soldiers of the dead walked everywhere, gargoyles flew freely, constantly sniffing out intruders. Screams filled the halls, warning the team of what might be their fate.

"Come heroes, we haven't much time. We must pass the Forge soon, and then we will be at the Pit. There, we can free the slaves and press on!"

The dark lady interrupted Ryanica's thoughts, and looked at her with blood red eyes for a swift second before facing the team.

"Do not be afraid; we will strike the King, and with our----"

Her speech was interrupted by a terrible, bone-chilling scream. Ryanica turned to see what it was. It was a demon, a monster unlike anything she had ever seen. It resembled a floating stone, with three faces covering it. It charged the huntress and her team.

"You dare look upon the host of souls?! I SHALL DEVOUR YOU WHOLE!"

Ghosts appeared from the demon, swarming everyone. Ryanica felt her spirit fade. She was becoming weaker. The demon was draining the life out of them. She became so weak her bow dropped, and Ryanica fell to her knees. Some of the soldiers fell all around her. Her vision became bleak...

Then she felt the monster turn its gaze on her.

"Damnation! Doomed for eternity!"

The world fell dark around her.