Vision
Xoscyl - May 12, 2006
Xoscyl stood at the gates of Ahn'Qiraj, her eyes shone with a
look of wonderment. A grand gust of wind swept by her and stole
her attention. As she turned, she caught sight of Horde and
Alliance alike, speeding by her into the gates, disappearing
before her eyes. Off in the distance, from where the blurred
beings had emerged, walked forth the Grim. Though they seemed to
be putting forth effort, they did nae move as fast as those
before them. All the others had climbed into the gates, and some
began to emerge with treasurous weaponry and armor. As the rest
of Azeroth seeped out of the hole, they came at the slow coming
Grim, and were cut down. As their numbers doubled, tripled, and
so on, the Grim began to struggle, until they were outnumbered
three to one. The Grim members began to drop. Their bodies
slumped to the floor, broken and battered, until they were no
more.
Xoscyl gasped as the vision faded. Sweat rolled down her hot
face. She feared for her brothers and sisters within the Grim.
The Earth Spirit had given her this message for a reason, and she
must warn those that accepted her and her companion.