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Who: Arthas and his warden :[
What: The flood made Arthas tell him where Frostmourne is (yeah, that thing again) and now they're probably going to have to have a slappyfight or something
When: Right after Arthas' poast
Where: Fifth flo'
Warnings: Product not intended for human consumption
Third floor, landing, fourth floor, landing.
He didn't need to keep it away from Fordring forever, just until he could get it open. He didn't know what after that, but the need to have the sword out again where it could kill and consume was overpowering - it whined and snarled to be free, and, alone with it now, he simply didn't have the motivation to resist.
In a way, this was just another race with him - get the box, get it out, and get it to the fourth floor. Any deal was worth it, whatever the hell that smug bastard wanted, just so long as Frostmourne was safe. It could not fall into the hands of the Ashbringer's bonded - unthinkable, boy, unacceptable, how could you have not planned for this? We are in danger, we must have a haven...
He threw his weight into the bar that held the fifth-floor door closed and it opened with a noise like a cannon firing. By the time the pistons let it click quietly shut again - no door-slamming in the interdimensional prison, please - he was already far down the hall, striding towards the empty cabin where the box was being hidden. It was post-inhabitant - he didn't have to trust anyone to hide it if it was simply stored in the empty rooms all over the ship that no one payed any attention to...
What: The flood made Arthas tell him where Frostmourne is (yeah, that thing again) and now they're probably going to have to have a slappyfight or something
When: Right after Arthas' poast
Where: Fifth flo'
Warnings: Product not intended for human consumption
Third floor, landing, fourth floor, landing.
He didn't need to keep it away from Fordring forever, just until he could get it open. He didn't know what after that, but the need to have the sword out again where it could kill and consume was overpowering - it whined and snarled to be free, and, alone with it now, he simply didn't have the motivation to resist.
In a way, this was just another race with him - get the box, get it out, and get it to the fourth floor. Any deal was worth it, whatever the hell that smug bastard wanted, just so long as Frostmourne was safe. It could not fall into the hands of the Ashbringer's bonded - unthinkable, boy, unacceptable, how could you have not planned for this? We are in danger, we must have a haven...
He threw his weight into the bar that held the fifth-floor door closed and it opened with a noise like a cannon firing. By the time the pistons let it click quietly shut again - no door-slamming in the interdimensional prison, please - he was already far down the hall, striding towards the empty cabin where the box was being hidden. It was post-inhabitant - he didn't have to trust anyone to hide it if it was simply stored in the empty rooms all over the ship that no one payed any attention to...