Like most of the Blood Elves who remained in Azeroth after the third war, I took a blood oath swearing my allegiance to the Horde. I have since played an active role in their millitary efforts - particularly those in against the undead Scourge, so I can take vengance on what destroyed my homelands. A few months ago I was promoted to the position of ambassador - one of many. I was helping the Forsaken in Howling Fjord when I kept hearing reports of more trouble with the Scourge over in Borean Tundra. I felt the urgent need to assist Garrosh Hellscream and High Overlord Saurfang at Warsong Hold.
The most immediate threat was the nerubians emerging from sinkholes connecting the surrounding quarry and their hives. They set out to destroy the foundations of Warsong Hold and attack our infantry. If they were to weaken the hold's defenses, it would be an open door to the Lich King's Scourge. I was given a bundle of seaforium depth charges and told to blow in the sinkholes to set them back and buy us time. What a task for a warlock!
Whilst I was down in the quarry rummaging through dust and dirt to destroy what eggs I could find above surface, I found the body of a Forsaken clutching a journal. I pried it from his hands and flicked through. An agent gathering intelligence on the Scourge - he'd written about Necrolords using the farms to the west as a spawning glade for undead. I took the journal to Shadowstalker Barthus who advised that I ask Hellscream to send reinforcements to the farms. He laughed in my face, and told me to report to them personally. As I marched out of the hold to tackle the situation myself I came across a lost looking Forsaken warrior who I asked to come with me to the farms.
We were greeted there by a small camp of Horde looking over the farms in disbelief. Sure enough, Necrolords were performing rituals and strange undead creatures were roaming around. Shadowstalker Ikoris explained that the 'monsters' were once orcs and tauren. We scouted the surrounding area and moved onto the neighbouring farm where we were greeted by Shadowstalker Getry. Also displeased with the so-called 'reinforcements' that Garrosh had sent, pointed out over the field so that we could see what we needed to take down. As it turned out, the warrior I had picked up was highly capable and together with Getry we despatched the lead Necrolord and his minions. I congratulated the warrior on his fighting ability and he introduced himself to me as Ambassador Robin - another one for the Horde! Lok'tar Ogar!
I exclaimed as I shook his brittle hand, and we returned to Garrosh Hellscream together to brag about our victory. Unfortunately, I get the feeling that the loss of a lead Necrolord was only a very minor set-back for the Lich King and it will be only a matter of time before more serious threats present themselves.
Whilst I was back at Warsong Hold a Sin'dorei named Endorah approached me, pulled me aside and told me a story of how she narrowly escaped capture whilst gathering herbs nearby a rift. She claims to have been rescued by red dragons but nobody else believes her story. She asked me if I would find them and thank them on her behalf. I suppose there's no harm in remembering should I ever encounter the red dragonflight. Frankly, there's more important things to take care of right now.
Sunday November 23, 2008
