<High Inquisitor Fairbanks lifts up his tabard revealing several gruesome scars.>
Because I was there... I was the Highlord's most trusted advisor. I should have known... I felt that something was amiss yet I allowed it to happen. Would you believe that there were a thousand or more Scourge?
>A thousand? For one man?
This was the Ashbringer, fool! As the Scourge began to materialize around us, Mograine's blade began to glow... to hum... the younger Mograine would take that as a sign to make his escape. They descended upon us as with a hunger the likes of which I had never seen. Yet...
Yet? Yet what??
It was not enough.
<Fairbanks smirks briefly, lost in memory.>
A thousand came and a thousand died. By the light! By the might of Mograine! He would smite them down as fast as they could come. Through the chaos, I noticed that the lesser Mograine was still there, off in the distance. I called to him, "Help us, Renault! Help your father, boy!"
>And did he?
<High Inquisitor Fairbanks shakes his head.>
No... He stood in the background, watching as the legion of undead descended upon us. Soon after, my powers where exhausted. I was the first to fall... Surely they would tear me limb from limb as I lay there unconscious; but they ignored me completely, focusing all of their attention on the Highlord.
>Continue please, Fairbanks.
It was all I could do to feign death as the corpses of the Scourge piled upon me. There was darkness and only the muffled sounds of the battle above me. The clashing of iron, the gnashing and grinding.. gruesome, terrible sounds. And then there was silence. He called to me! "Fairbanks! Fairbanks where are you? Talk to me Fairbanks!" And then came the sound of incredulousness. The bite of betrayal, human...
>You mean...
The boy had picked up the Ashbringer and driven it through his father's heart as his back was turned. His last words will haunt me forever: "What have you done Renault? Why would you do this?"
>You where right Fairbanks. That is tragic.
The blade and Mograine were a singular entity. Do you understand? This act corrupted the blade and lead to Mograine's own corruption, as a death knight of Kel'Thuzad. I swore that if I lived, I would expose the perpetrators of this heinous crime. For two days I remained under the rot and contagion of Scourge - gathering as much strength as possible to escape the razed city.
>And you did...
Aye, I did. Much to the dismay of the lesser Mograine, I made my way back to the Scarlet Monastery. I shouted and screamed. I told the tale to any that would listen. And I would be murdered in cold blood for my actions, dragged to this chamber - the dark secret of the order. But some did listen... some heard my words. Thus was born the Argent Dawn...
>You tell an incredible tale, Fairbanks. What of the blade? Is it beyond redemption?
I'm afraid that the blade which you hold in your hands is beyond saving. The hatred runs too deep. But do not lose hope, warrior. Where one chapter has ended, a new one begins.
Find his son - a more devout and pious man you may never meet. It is rumored that he is able to build the Ashbringer anew, without requiring the old, tainted blade.
>But his son is dead.
<High Inquisitor Fairbanks shakes his head.>
No, human; only one of his sons is dead. The other lives...
<High Inquisitor Fairbanks points to the sky.>
The Outland... Find him there...