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A light flashes, hotter then then a noon-day sun...

Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 7:25 pm
by Sarnttok
~As the council of the Elders draws to an end, a flash of light ignites the room, filling the room with such great force, That even the mightiest of warriors fell back and shielded their eyes from its glare. As the light starts to dim, something started to take shape in the center of the room. Float in the air before them was a scroll, steam coming off it as if the surface of the sun itself was douse with water from the Well of Eternity. ~

Greetings,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, I am Sarnttok of the Darkspear Trolls, and mage of the Arcane Order. I don't have much time. I am writing to you from the frontlines in the Barrens, we are at war with Garrosh's force; we are fighting for the resources needed to help win this war. But I must admit, there are times that I can't help but feeling underutilized. I am a proud and powerful mage, and this is beneath me to raid a supply depot. I am meant for so much more, enough is enough, I will not stand by as Garrosh destroys my Horde. He will pay, I will see to it. For this reason I have written you. I heard from a traveler that The Grim was gathering forces to lay siege of Orgrimmar and kill Hellscream, if that is true; I want to be a part of your raiding party. It is the only way, I need to see Garrosh pay for what he has done to my people and my Horde! Please, my staff and my namesake is at your disposal. You will not be disappointed.

Sarnttok, of the Darkspear Trolls

~The scroll busted into flame, leaving behind a cloud of black smoke.~