The Lich king walked through the southmost gate and stood on that side of the stage. His longsword hung at his hip and an unearthly chill swirled around him. As he stared up at the people gazing at him with a mixture of fear and wonder he almost laughed. He had been alive longer than this kingdom had been around and after this fight he might just come and conquer them. He had been awoken from his slumber by whispers of one who could challenge the Lich king. A hulking behemoth of a man who could crush bone to dust. This made the Lich king happy, he had been alive for many years and desired a new opponent, and perhaps a new general.