Battle Report: Ashran
I found myself leading a platoon of soldiers in the basin of ashran, not really news, it happens at least once a week. The Alliance were pushing forward, taking one small victory after another. It wasn't long until they had us pushed back all the way to Vol'mar. Time was growing short, I knew that if a miracle strategy wasn't made soon there might be a graveyard where we stood that day. As I looked at the faces of the proud horde soldiers I stood with, I knew I couldn't let them throw their honor away with a cowards retreat. With my axes in hand I rose up and let out a scream that I'm sure they heard all the way back at their precious lion's watch. We charged forth, swinging wildly into the enemies ranks. Our eyes were squinted closed, the sprays of blood and the shards of steel would have rendered us blind. The screams of orc and man alike filled the morning air. The rage overtook us, I remember very little of the assault. But just as I thought we would have breathed our last breaths, my axes stopped hitting steel and flesh. Soon I found myself just swinging and spinning my axes into thin air. As I wiped the blood from my eye I could see the enemy running, fleeing like beaten dogs! But as I looked to my platoon I saw that there were heavy casualties. Only four of my men were left standing. A sense of triumph and regret filled me, we had thrown them back, but at what cost? I knew then that their sacrifice wasn't in vain, our foothold in ashran was asserted and victories would soon be a common sight. I removed my helmet and gave respect to the fallen, the ground was a bright red from the blood that has been spilt. I emptied my waterskin and began to collect as much as I could. Not only had their sacrifice gained us victory but their spirits would live on. Returning to my post in the rear guard, I recalled the words that Khorvis had told me, "Smith a pair of axes, tempered in the blood of our enemies." While I knew the blood of our enemies where in this skin, I also knew that the blood of our brothers and sisters where in it too. As I started to forge the blades of the axes the screams of the fallen ring in my ears like a war drum. I tempered the steel with blood, as asked, but the spirits of the hordes fallen would call the blades home as well...
Tempered with the blood of our enemies... but strengthened but the blood of our family.
