The Grim stand before the Empress of the Mantid, ready to destroy her. The last of her lieutenants have fallen, their chittering cries of defeat as the last gasps of breath escaped their lungs attempting to warn her of our assault.
The massive insect known as Garalon stood before us upon entering the Dread Terrace. The creature is by no means an intelligent one, but what it lacks in brains it more than makes up for in tenacity and aggression.
It may be time to reconsider stepping on bugs. Don’t make fun of this hulking behemoth’s tiny wings; that’ll just make him angry.
Next to lay in defeat was the Wind Lord Mer’jarak. His aerial forces came at the Grim from all sides, but were no match for our skill.
Wind Lord Mel’jarak commands the mantid’s numerous aerial forces. Although he exudes arrogance, the cunning insectoid is fiercely protective of his soldiers and enjoys fighting at their side. Mel’jarak believes the mantid are superior to all other races, convinced that his kind cannot be defeated.
As the Grim made their way through the Royal Approach we faced the Mantid Queen’s alchemist, Amber-Shaper Un’Sok. Alchemy is a deadly and dangerous practice, even more so when the practitioner is mad with corruption. He turned our very own into horrid amber beasts, but we pushed on. Putting down those that required it, and steadfastly moving to our objective.
Eager to please his empress, Un’sok has produced several innovative concoctions. Yet this brilliant young alchemist’s proximity to the mantid queen has allowed the sha‘s negative energies to take root in his mind. Now, Un’sok’s overwhelming fear of failure drives him to create increasingly deadlier weapons.
The Empress of the Mantid shall fall very soon, as we move onward through the most powerful foes Pandaria has to present. None shall stand before the Grim’s might, and we only go stronger.
