Conquest of the Horde

              It started with a haunting at World's End in Shattrath. I simply hoped to accompany my sister as a means of recovering from my break-up. There was also a meeting with Mr. Singerius in which I hope to have a testament written up for Aria in the event I will don't survive another walking.

              It turns out I needed it after all.


              There was.....


                            Light.


                                          Cries.


                                                        Shadows abound.


                                                                      People slain. War cries of orcs. I saw it.


                                                                                    Spirits were calling me.




              I returned to the tavern later. At times, that spirit wasn't there. Perhaps it travels. It draws me. My dreams are plagued. I have lost the taste of food, the light of my eyes. It was around this time my hair started to whiten. Spirit walking.... it changes you. I stayed for a little bit, returning to Azeroth once in a while to check on The Love Exchange, then return to see if the spirits can be put to rest.

              I lent my body to a nameless harbringer once. That ordeal was.... frightening. He was despondent, desecrated, nameless. He lured us into the tombs where Shadow Council ritualistic performed perverse acts upon the departed. An Ashtongue Krokul was there too. He... she..... I don't know. It tore an orc to shreds. Blackened blood was everywhere. I couldn't sleep.






              Mahen'tosh. I am grateful you came.... but we didn't have to travel all the way to Shadowmoon Valley to meet your grandson.

              There was.... again... a song.


                            Armies. Knights. Wolves and orcs, a temple....a vast temple. A song.


                                          They won't stop singing in my head.