[b][h2]Duskwood[/h2][/b]

It was a poor necromancer that couldn’t see the spirits of the dead. If anything, the challenge in Duskwood was the sheer weight of restless souls made getting them all to shut up for any length of time difficult. Thankfully, ghosts could be ensnared and wards set up to keep them out. 

Which made the surprise on Bautic’s face when one bypassed the wards and awoke him from his slumber all the easier to see. “M-Master Kel’thuzad! It is an honour.”

Even as Bautic was about to get up to prostrate himself before the ghostly master of the Cult of the Damned, his mentor gestured to stop him. “While I admire your dedication to provide a proper welcome, we have much to discuss and little time to discuss it. The Lich King has taken notice of your rather ambitious plan… and has deemed it of enough importance to send me to refine it to ensure its success.”

“In its current form, it would destroy the city of Stormwind. However.” To say that the face of the spectre grew grim failed to capture the chill that ran down Bautic’s spine. “You lack the raw power to control the undead beasts you are plotting to create. Even with all your pupils, you would not be able to both raise them in the numbers you need, let alone control them. Nor can you act as a conduit for the Lich King’s power so he could do it directly. We require a Lich of considerable power.”