The stink of the charnel pens were not so distracting to the Forsaken. Zevhra, Kodo, Giraffe, Plainstriders, even the Lions were all stored and processed here. Pounds and pounds of meat, enough to feed the amassing army was being smoked, salted and dried. Butchers worked around the clock, throwing scraps to the many Kor'kron battlewolves that prowled around the outskirts.

 

Insein looked up from the Outrider she had just incinerated, pieces of burnt flesh still being chewed as…

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The first morning light saw the bodies pull away from each other reluctantly. Lingering affections bringing the pair into contact as armor was again donned with care and robes smoothed into place. There were soft words that were lost in the gentle breeze that carried the woman’s light laughter to the spirits and beyond. When all buckles were fastened to the man’s criteria, and weapons had found their way to replace a warrior’s focus upon those important smallish things, there was a flash of… Continue

There have been unforeseen developments in the recent days. The troops out of Razor Hill and the groups stationed in the Crossroads have been almost endless in their activity. Trolls and rebels continue to join under banners set around the two towns, and I find myself flying between them frequently.

 

There are few Forsaken here. Many say that this is a Living war, and stay away. Others cite Sylvannas in remaining loyal to the Horde, and that this division should be worked out…

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There were too many living again. No, I should not discriminate. There were too many functional bodies within the Crossroads. The din from the crowd was too much. Many spoke or found themselves engaged in conversations of modest forms. It seems they were all eager for the relaxation portion of the event. I met a self proclaimed ‘silly’ warlock. It was my intention to determine if its inanity was detrimental to Penance, but she was more than equipped to deal with such vacuous… Continue