[even if his faith is misplaced, he definitely doesn't think the relationship between Martin and Bariyan is like that. He doubts anyone who's seen them interacting could possibly come to a different conclusion than his own.
And when Bariyan leaves off, he just sits for a minute, bewildered at this brief exchange. What was the point of it? What was Bariyan even trying to accomplish?
[BITTER LAUGHTER.] What do I know? I know that he is the traitor prince who becomes the Lich King. I know that he destroyed his own kingdom, slew his father in the throne room of his keep, and that he ravaged my own homeland.
I know that he is the reason I am this aberration.
He is capable of creating soldiers like myself. Death knights. [granted, Koltira can do that, too, though he never would.]
His runeblade, Frostmourne, sustains itself on the souls of the living. He will almost certainly satisfy this need at will. Furthermore, his mastery over the weapon itself is absolute. Like me, he can spread plagues, boil blood, induce the decay of any creature or structure ... [he trails off. It's a little endless, really.]
His powers are countless, they are more enhanced than my own, and he has no restraint in their use.
[nah, he ain't bothered.] That's a complicated question. There are several generations, and they were not all created in the same way. Presently all either of us would need is a runeblade and a ritual, and a runeblade can be forged easily enough.
The Lich King controls almost every undead creature on my world. His power is far-reaching, godlike. The Arthas here has not yet ascended to that status--but given that he is calling himself by the title, I suspect he was taken from the moment just before he did.
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