The last few days had drained the energy from Veleth. Ever since arriving in Pandaria, he had been at almost constant conflict with the Alliance. His armor was battered and in need of repair, his sword caked with human blood. The worst however, must've been the extreme fatigue. His muscles cried out in agony against him as he reached to get a mana potion out from his pack.

He uncorked the bottle and quaffed down the magical liquid. His mind had calmed from this, and even his…

Veleth shifted in the mire. The chest deep water he was hiding in was incredibly cold, but this was the new paln and he would stick to it.

The first assaults were utter disasters, the Alliance had grown to an insurmountable force in Theramore and were more than prepared to take out the small groups of Horde soldiers when they fought traditionally, easily overwhelming them at every tower the Horde tried to capture. They had a brief reprieve, during which strategy was discussed.…

Hail, Lady Syvbia,

I am sorry for not notifying you ahead of time, but the Souls you placed under my command have been relocated to the Southern Barrens in preparation for Garrosh's grand campaign. I stationed those already in the Southern Barrens to Desolation Hold as to keep them safe from the conflict at Northwatch as well as to meet up with the rest of the army as we march through to Theramore.

Those that arrived from the Eastern Kingdoms made it in with the…

"You're late, blood elf. What were you doing that required to much attention that you leave the base camp on the eve of war?" asked a large orcish officer. Veleth had been assigned to the brute after he was approached, during his vacation no less, about being called to fight in Garrosh's grand attack plan to "liberate Kalimdor from the clutches of the Alliance." Because obviously his previous attacks in Ashenvale were a grand success, but so long as Veleth got his commission he wasn't going…