Mees Thunderhoof has not received any gifts yet
Sealed with a thick wrapping of cloth to protect the contents from damage, a box marked with the Baron’s crest should hopefully find its way to Chieftain Wraithverge. Inside is a note resting unsealed atop a perfectly kept, unscathed red tabard. Sealed within the folds of the tabard is a polished stone marred by scratches from the wears of travel.
These notes are in no sort of chronological order, spread haphazardly and uncharacteristically disorganized across the Headmaster’s desk in the back room of Scholomance. They are in Mees’ handwriting.
The human subject re-awoke, but there was no real intelligence. Only control. This is not what I need.…Continue
Mees Thunderhoof was in pain.
A constant, lingering pain that, despite what many would think or assume, is not something you get used to. It burns and stings every minute of every day, and his only respite from it is to transfer the pain to others. Life snuffed out as a breeze snuffs a candle, Arthas made his death knights weapons of psychological warfare…Continue