The night turned darker as the hours flew by into dusk. By the coast of Hillsbrad the Forsaken were in formation on their steeds waiting for Teirvel’s commands. They had prepared the night before with several ideas to inflict upon the Humans in the northern kingdoms and made motive to head into Alterac. The Defilers were seasoned in a time of war, and so they acted quickly. The Apothecaries were hard at work as they were creating a new chemical to use in the new catapults that were being constructed.
“Defilers, we will proceed our conquest in these lands, but we need to take a different route. We will take our people into the ruins of Alterac, there we can transport what we have here now, and also station there temporarily for more reinforcements. I also need to look for something that I have dreaded to look for long ago..” Teirvel looked at the abandoned house that stood in front of their sights.
The Forsaken approached the house, kicking barrels over, yanking out the drawers of old cabinets, searching for anything that could be salvaged. Heads turned as smoke arose into the skies. Screams were heard as they echoed in the mountainous valleys of the uplands. The other Defilers were burning the tents as the Syndicate and Argus Magi were sleeping, with flesh burning alive. The Defilers pillaged all of their supplies and leaving it in destruction.
The Forsaken cackling as they began to smell death, marching towards the gates of Alterac, when a lone Troll approaches the group behind them. A thick accented voice was murmured from the bushes, as she revealed herself. Blightbane glared at the Troll, approaching her rapidly, with Gideon and Krug aiming their cross heirs at the head of the Troll. “Shackle this Troll, I do not want someone who knows of our plans to flee with their lives spared.” Shevrron grunted, as he began to tightly tie a knot with thick rope around the wrists of the Troll. “I mean no harm, I be Venizi!” The Defilers had a heavy history with Trolls dating all the way back to their past lives with the Troll Wars against Trollbane. Today, Prince Galen Trollbane despises them, now retrieved Trol’kalar back, he cares none for them.
The Forsaken ignored her, shoving the Troll with the rest of the marching group to Alterac, now keeping it as prisoner. They had hoped to use her for future experiments, as the only reason to keeping her alive. Then, gusts of wind are motioned at the group, as a proto drake landed near them, an Orc dressed in Blackrock armor appeared. Gorlakka scowled out in a foul voice, “What are you doing here, and that Troll?” The Forsaken troopers’ eyes darted the Orc, as Blightbane responded, “We are patrolling our lands, while on a search for something. The Troll has been caught overhearing our conversations and motives, she is our claim.” The Orc spitted out, “What are you searching for around here?” “None of your concern, what is said is said.. these are lands of the Forsaken, you have no business here.” Blightbane replied, as the Orc tucked her helmet back on, “You’ll be hearing from my Warlord you incompetent whelps!” as the drake flew off into the skies. Teirvel waved his hand dismissively as he proceeded the march with the others following. Shevrron shoved the Troll, to follow them.
The Defilers of Arathor have entered the broken gates of Alterac, flakes of snow would scatter upon the steel armor of the Forsaken troopers. The High Executor would beckon the other Defilers over near the Keep ruins. Snow surrounded them, and it was going to be a hard task to retrieve the tome of Strom. There were four tomes issued to lieutenants that led the footmen of Arathor against the Forsaken. The four who were issued them were fighting vigilantly together in an order named Keepers of Stromgarde.
This one belonged to Belaal, former Lord Commander of the regiment. No one knows how he died, but his body was found buried in the frigid Alterac Mountains, where Teirvel had led the Defilers to reclaim a memento of a lost friend. “Dig it up Troll filth! Find me that tome!” Teirvel shouted at the Troll prisoner as she was released of her bonds momentarily to complete her task. The Troll endlessly shoveled snow with her palms as they began to feel numb, THUNK! Venizi slowly lifted the tome by the corner, immediately Teirvel snatching it as he grimaces deeply at the sight of it. The rest of the Forsaken cackle and speak amongst themselves, pulling the Troll back as her wrists were tied together once more.
