In the throne room of Star Crown Empire a few days after the Dark Carnival

A guard burst into the throne room and began yelling

[Your Majesty! General Liu Bei has returned from battle and seeks your presence immediately!]

An aide was miffed at the breach of procedure and began scolding the guard, but the king stopped him

[Very well, let him through.]

[Yes, Your Majesty!]

Liu Bei enters the room and kneels before the king. 

[Rise, Liu Bei, tell me, where is my son? As well as the generals?]

[Your Majesty, I regret to inform you, but I have their remains here.]

Liu Bei brings out three sacks and places it on the ground before him, a bead of sweat seen rolling down his forehead, and bile threatening to rise from his stomach. A guard picks the sacks up and places them on a nearby stand and opens them. The fly infested heads of Julius, Zhuge Liang, and Guan Yu are seen. The sounds of gagging and even someone fainting and hitting the ground is heard. The king's face turns deathly pale as the hard truth of reality bitch slaps him in the face. 

[Your Majesty, I have been instructed to leave a message by the perpetrator. The message is: Hello Father dearest, how do you like my farewell present? Not only have I given you the head of the enemy commander, I've even given you the heads of your firstborn, your trusted strategist, and a war hero. If you leave their heads in good enough condition I can even make them talk again if you desire. Do not send men after me, for all that come will only bolster my forces.]

Everyone is shocked hearing that the perpetrator is the exiled son. 

[You were there Liu Bei, tell me everything that happened.]

[Yes, Your Majesty. It seems the Exiled Son has become a captain of a mercenary band called the Raiders, and signed on, calling himself Al to avoid using his full name. On the first day of the battle nothing really stood out except the unusually high amount of kills his band had. He only signed on with a total of 16 people, but had gotten over a hundred kills. On the second day is when the rumors began to accumulate; the men were saying that the Exiled Son was brutal, killing scores of men with his bare hands with reckless abandon, fighting like a wild beast, and that his men began fighting the same way soon after. There was even word that when one of his men took off their mask, he had no face, only exposed muscle, and that said man was laughing the entire time. Their kill count was double what it was before even though they lost two men the day before. In the middle of the night the men reported hearing wails of what they thought was either dying men or animals and got frightened. And on the third day, hell broke loose. Right before the horn commencing the battle could be blown, a shadowy being cloaked in purple fire split the horse in half and decapitated the horn blower. After that a howl was heard from it, the same howl heard in the night, and the next we knew, thousands of these beings were around us, and began onesidedly massacring the republic forces; every soldier they killed became a zombie and rising up to kill their comrades. The commander was brought before us and the undead knelt as the Exiled approached. He said something to the man and decapitated him, bringing his head to Julius. After a short conversation the Exiled took his mask off and revealed his identity. After talks broke down he called his undead to kill the soldiers who haven't fled, and the three died. He told me to bring the heads and deliver the message. As I fled I saw the zombies burst into purple flames, and turned into those shadowy beings. That is all Your Majesty.]

Everyone was stunned into shock and silence. No one knew what to do with this information. If what they heard was correct, the Exiled had enough power to decimate entire armies by himself, left unchecked, he could bring ruin to the Empire, and they were all but sure that he would considering his grudge. The king ordered martial law, and gates and roads were to be strongly reinforced and patrolled.

In the city of Fayr-Nox, in the council room.

The Supreme Chancellor of the Fay Republic was seated at the head of the table, and on both sides of the table were other council members who ruled over the Republic. They were busy listening to the report brought to them by one of the only surviving members of the Republic army who survived the Dark Carnival. Upon hearing the news, everyone at the table grew nauseous. Not only had someone slaughtered their entire army, the even bolstered their forces. This was a worst case scenario. Those who had suggested that they capture Alscepius grew sick upon realizing the force of nature they were trying to rein in. The council came to an agreement, and decided that they would not participate in any upcoming battles for the decade or two, and would bolster national defense in the meantime.

Deep in the forest of the west, in the mystical city of Yggdrasil

The city of Yggdrasil, a city thought to be only a myth, for no mortal race has set foot in it in aeons. Within the sky piercing tree that the city was named after, in a room so high off the ground if you were to look outside, you would be casting a shadow on the clouds below, Elves who had been alive since before even the cataclysm sat, these were without a doubt the most powerful humanoids alive, a single one could decimate an entire human kingdom. With age comes both wisdom and power, and elves were immortal, unless they were slain in battle or given poison. They do not age, and they do not get sick in the same ways mortals get sick. If an elf was properly fed and taken care of, they would live until the end of time. And of course, as a person's soul grows older, the more powerful it becomes, and it's mastery of magic can become unrivaled. There was a dozen of such elves, those who had been alive and powerful enough that they even held council with the Immortal Emperor himself, and they sat at a round table, drinking wine older than entire nations, discussing the news they heard from their spys seated in the Fay Republic, a puppet nation of humans blissfully unaware of themselves even being puppets.

The oldest of the Elves, Galbatorix, who despite his age, sported a young, masculine look befitting of a knight, or athlete, headed the conference and began his spoken aloud monologue

[So, a necromancer has arisen. Necromancers are not rare by any means, but one this powerful has not been seen in millenia. Death does not like necromancers since they steal what belongs to him, so there can only be one reason. Another Behelit has been forged, and found. The same cursed piece of jewelry that caused his meteoric rise to power and caused the entire world to shatter, has found its way into mortal hands. We must find it, and seal it before another cataclysm befalls us, once was enough to kill all the gods and devils, and shatter the world and change it forever, we may not live to see the aftermath of another. Those who dwell deep beneath the ocean, those monsters who even we cannot compare to, are playing their games again, and we must not let this one come to fruition.]

With this, the decision was made to hunt down Alscepius, and seal the Behelit, so that another cataclysm cannot come to pass.

In the frozen ice caps of the north, a tower that stands even than taller than Yggdrasil, blacker than night, made from obsidian that seems to swallow light itself stands alone, and at the very top, the leaders of the Horde sit

Thrones made of bone, and a table filled with human meat, and goblets holding blood, and seated around are the leaders of the so called Horde. Seated is a vampire, an ork, a goblin, a dark elf, a dark dwarf, a werewolf, and a giant, who sits crosslegged beside the table, too large to fit into a chair. The Vampire, who is as old as the aforementioned elves, and the de facto leader of the horde, begins to talk.

[The Second Lich King, chosen by our master beneath the waves, spoken of long ago, has finally surfaced. We must do our best to bring him to our side, for he shall bring a new era to this world, and we must be there to welcome it with him. The Age of Fire will be over, and the Age of Dark shall begin. To the upcoming change, FOR THE HORDE!]

[[[FOR THE HORDE!!!]]]

Deep beneath the waves, in a city that was old before even the primordial fay, the ancestors of the elves, were alive and sentient, a city of  monsters and nightmares, a being so old and powerful it considers gods and devils to be children, begins to stir, awoken from someone finding its blessed jewels.

A being incomprehensible to the human mind, made of tentacles, wings, claws, scales, moist slick skin, sits in a throne older than all the mortal races combined. The long forgotten city of R'lyeh, a city which none but the council of elves and leaders of the horde even know exist, deep beneath the ocean waves, in a trench that is so deep the tallest mountain can fit in it three times over and still have room, around this being are millions others, the ones referred to as the Deep Ones, prostrate themselves before the being that has not moved in aeons. The being, one of the oldest gods to exist, so powerful calling it a god would be disrespectful, and is the only higher being left since the cataclysm. This same being was the one to cause the cataclysm, gifting a young boy in the nearby city of Xerxes an amulet and ring, the first Behelit.

This young boy heard the same promise as Alscepius, and just like him, accepted the price. The boy became an exceptional man, and united the world under his rule;but nothing is free. Soon after this boy became the Immortal Emperor, the price was paid in full. An invasion of Deep Ones emerged from the watery depths and sacked Xerxes, leaving none behind, and to this day the city yet remains, even after the great cataclysm. In revenge the boy swore vengeance, but in his folly forgot the power of the being. After swearing his revenge, the war began, and the cataclysm erupted.

Remembering his last game, the being chuckled, a chuckle so loud the vibrations sounded for thousands of nautical miles. It peered into the soul of the current toy, and laughed. This time all the coastal cities were assailed with waves. The Old One is excited for the great chaos soon to befall the world, and patiently awaits.