Merlynne stared out over the rail of the mighty ship, The Thunderstorm, the chill wind crisp on her face. Her hands were covered in soft, woolen gloves and tucked neatly inside a thick, fur muff. A heavy, fur-lined cloak, clasped down the front, hung from her narrow shoulders enveloping her thin frame. Despite being bundled up like a Winter Veil gift she still felt the chill biting into her. Her body hadn’t fully regained its weight and vitality from lying so long injured in a cave in…

She was growing used to the smell of the dank cave. Every so often a stray breeze would manage to penetrate and bring with it the smell of pine. Several days had passed since she first woke in the darkness unsure where she was though now she thought it might be somewhere in the Grizzly Hills of Northrend. Apparently her teleportation spell had gone terribly awry.



The darkness when she first woke revealed a worgen standing over her. At first he seemed feral but there seemed to be…

Merlynne woke to the taste of blood and dirt in her mouth; it tasted pasty and thick. She longed for water to rinse it clean. Her eyes opened to darkness and she could smell cool stone and moisture around her. Her entire body hurt; she could feel a sharp pain in her arm and when she tried to move her fingers they would not obey. She could feel the pain of a stone digging into her thigh. She tried to shift away from it but the searing ache of her body would not permit it. She felt weak and…

Merlynne could feel the power crackling around her, through her, flowing in her veins like her own blood. She let it flow freely, using herself as a conduit to draw and focus it for this single task. It flowed from her fingertips in beams of white energy into the glowing disc before her. A pale vision of Stormwind could be seen within the lighted circle.



She’d been in this same spot since dawn when the call went out to open portals. The mages worked quickly establishing their…