Black clouds swirl over the Burning Legion’s foothold on Azeroth. Demons of every shape and size march along the rivers of fel magic that boil over the Broken Shore. Above everything looms the dreaded Tomb of Sargeras, an ancient night elf temple that serves as the Legion’s gateway into the world.
Aegwynn used this sacred temple of Elune to lock away the defeated Sargeras’ avatar. She hoped it would remain dormant, buried deep within the earth, but the lure of power has continued to draw foul entities to this site. When Gul’dan re-entered the tomb, he tore down Aegwynn’s wards and opened a doorway for the Legion to invade. Now, the fel army tears at the vault, hoping to reclaim their master’s power.
The Grim have cracked the Tomb, and laid waste to those monstrosities inside. Be them Naga, Demon, Constructs, the Undead, or even Titans, the Grim have purged all that oppose them. The Mandate will not be stopped. Soon the Fallen Eredar will meet his fate as well.
The first to fall was the Demonic Lord known as Goroth.
As punishment for past failures Goroth’s flesh is marred with searing wounds. With every movement this behemoth makes, his flesh crackles and hisses with unending torment, a scourge he is happy to inflict upon those who oppose him.
The past failures of this Pit Lord should have been a clue to its masters that it would pose little threat, and the Grim easily bested the fiend.
The second obstacle the Grim faced was known as the Demonic Inquisition. While these demons once broke the will of Rakeesh, son of Velen, the Grim would prove the Will of the Mandate does not bend for any being.
Anticipating the arrival of mortal forces invading the Tomb of Sargeras, Kil’jaeden has called on his best captors, Atrigan and Belac, to lock down the interlopers and prevent them from using the Pillars to advance deeper into the dungeon.
Again, the forces of Kil’jaeden fail. The Grim are too strong.
The Naga have proven to be resilient opponents throughout our history. A pity really, as they would be valuable servants of the Mandate. Their strength is never more apparent then when facing a Naga Brute. The third challenge of the Tomb proved to be just this. A brute called Harjatan, the Bludgeoner.
Harjatan was trained from birth to demolish his enemies. Through a conquest of savage brutality, he gathered throngs of cave dwelling murlocs who see him as a god. Now, the naga brute merely has to bark a command and hordes of devout followers set themselves to task.
The devout fanatical Murlocs serving this behemoth could not save their god from death. There are no gods above the Mandate. The only path one must follow are the laws of the Mandate. The Light and The Shadow, the Elements, the Titans, the Old Gods, the Dragons, the Undead, and the Demonic, all bend to our will.
The flooded passageways of the Tomb are the domain of the Naga, and one in particular was sent to lie in wait to recapture the Tidestone. The sea witch called Mistress Sassz’ine was a master of the depths and its beasts, but again, would see none can be master of the Grim.
Mistress Sassz’ine has spent a lifetime binding the denizens of the ocean to her dark will. With this power, she summons nightmares from the briny depths to wash away any who dare challenge her.
Winding our way through the massive temple complex, the Grim discovered one of the original wardens of the Tomb. Sadly, through either demonic corruption, or time alone, the spirits known as the Sisters of the Moon would not let us pass.
The Sisters of the Moon served as wardens for the temple long before the Avatar of Sargeras was buried beneath it. Even in death, the sisters maintained their vigil, but over the millennia something twisted their ability to distinguish friend from foe. Their madness slowly consumed them, and now any who enter their sacred chambers are put to death.
The Grim have dealt with the tragedy of the mad before, and the Grim will again in the future. No amount of pity or sorrow will stop the Mandate from being enforced, those that stand in our way will perish, and so, the Sisters are now at rest.
More of the original inhabitants of the Tomb were discovered as the Grim delved deeper inside, hunting for Kil’jaeden. The Night Elf spirits contained within would probably not be allies of the Grim even without the corruption of the Legion influencing them, and so, like the rest, they must be put to rest for good. The corrupted soul of the High Priestess Dejahna, ruler of the spirit realm of this chamber, and the Engine of Souls presented itself in the corporeal realm. Upon their defeat, the fearsome amalgamation of the corrupted dead known as the Desolate Host presented itself to attempt to stop the Mandate.
Once, this was a sacred burial site for the Night Elves, but the Legion has twisted these grounds with the Engine of Souls. This foul machine draws upon the energy of the dead, twisting them into abominations. Due to this corruption, these tormented spirits have become monstrosities, looking to feed on any who descend into the tomb’s depths.
The twisted forces of the Legion and the corrupted undead are a terrifying force, but nothing will stop the Mandate. We press onward.
Once again, a failure to foresee what the taint the of fel energy is capable of has resulted in a guardian of the Tomb to become blind with rage and destruction. The Grim have no quarrel with the Titan construct called the Maiden of Vigilance, but it had quite the problem with the Grim.
Charged by Aegwynn to defend the Tomb of Sargeras, the Maiden of Vigilance has stood watch for hundreds of years. Yet, the guardian did not forsee what effect the avatar’s seeping fel energy would have on this titan construct. Slowly warped by this maleficence, the Maiden now seeks to destroy any in her path.
Holy magic still flowed from this construct, but so did the Fel. Unable to control its own energies and hell bent on the destruction of the brave servants of the Mandate, the Maiden was relentless in its assault. Again, the Grim prevail.
The Tomb of Sargeras holds the undying Avatar of Sargeras. Entombed in Titan machinery, and guarded by another construct called the Maiden of Valor, the fel energy of the Avatar has tainted all that remain in the Tomb.
When Aegwynn defeated the Avatar of Sargeras, she was unable to destroy his avatar. In an effort to seal it away, the armor was entombed beneath the Temple of Elune, where it remained dormant for hundreds of years. Now, with the Legion tearing down the tomb’s barriers, Kil’jaeden is in a position to reanimate the armor and unleash its power on Azeroth.
The Maiden proved to be an annoyance at best, but the Fallen Avatar eventually freed itself from its prison, and the Grim did what Aegwynn could not. Destroy the beast.
All that remains is Kil’jaeden. He time has come, and the Mandate will be his end.
The Grim have prevailed in besting all of the beasts thrown at us since the rise of the Legion! The Emerald Nightmare, The Trial of Valor, and now, The Nighthold all fall before the Grim in Heroic fashion. We await the Tomb of Sargeras and its riches and bloodshed.
The chain of events set in motion when Garrosh escaped to Draenor has continued, unbroken for all its twists and turns, leading to this very moment. Thwarted in Draenor, Gul’dan now stands on the precipice of achieving ultimate victory on behalf of his Legion masters. Standing atop the Nighthold, as the vortex of fel energy swirls in the skies overhead, the outcast orc warlock awaits his destiny.
Our chase has finally come to conclusion. Gul’dan is no more. His ties to the fel destroyed, and he along with it. The Grim have defeated the old, powerful, Orc, and in turned freed Illidan from his prison. We know what must be done, and we shall continue to strive to protect the Horde from all threats to this world.
On the anniversary of the ringing of the Scarab Gong to unlock the gates of Ahn’Qiraj, the Horde and Alliance fought for dominance upon the barren dunes of Silithus. Though a minor skirmish in the grand scheme of the war, the Horde was victorious and the banners hang from the walls of Ahn’Qiraj.
The complete destruction of the Alliance is the goal towards which we strive. Though we are loyal to the Horde, we believe the Horde leaders are not always able to take the necessary steps to ensure its survival. Many who are allied under the banner of the Horde do not agree with our methods. But talk and half-measures are for the weak. It is through our hands that the Horde will become the dominant force on Azeroth and the world beyond.
-The Grim Inquisition
As the early frosts of winter fell across Azeroth, plans had been made to bring justice upon the great enemy. Reaching out to other factions within the Horde, The Grim sought to create a force with enough strength to show the leaders of the Alliance that transgressions had not been forgotten.
The great halls of Ironforge were flooded with troops, and the Council of Three Hammers were reminded of the true power of the Horde.
Regrouping quickly, assaults were made against Darnassus and The Exodar. The High Priestess felt just how weak her “goddess” was, while the Prophet was blind to our approach.
The assault regrouped and, utilizing the weak Stormwind defenses, stormed directly into the throne room where the Child King lorded over his domain. He was given a taste of what his father had created. That peace could only be achieved through annihilation.
Lodged in the hollows of a now-decrepit world tree, Il’gynoth is a manifestation of the horrors that lie at the heart of the Nightmare. It is a mass of corruption – a thing that should not be. Its tendrils seep through the ground, emerging in countless horrifying eyestalks and limbs.
The voices were heard in our forces minds before we saw the horror of a corrupted Un’Goro Crater. One of the world trees of the deep jungles has been corrupted by a dark force hailing from Ny’alotha. The twisted forces of the Old God N’Zoth seep out to infect the world and can not be allowed to take hold. This Old God is rumored to be responsible for the corruption of many of the most powerful beings of our world, but The Grim are not so easy to infect. Individually we may fall, but while we fight together The Grim will never be defeated.
The seed of evil nested in the heart of the world tree was protected by a massive and revolting eye that seemed to ignore all attacks. As we pressed our assault, tentacles burst forth from the ground, the roots of evil infecting the once mighty tree. Turning its own defenses against it, we gained access to the hollow heart and set upon Il’gynoth itself. A most difficult challenge, but again, The Grim prevail.
Elerethe, once a mighty druid and adept shapeshifter, was led by a dark path by the belief that she was betrayed by her closest allies. Her consciousness now resides in the nightmare, damning her to an existence of fear, confusion, and hatred.
The Grim know well of the Night Elf Arch Druid. Her allegiance to the Alliance is not one we would ever forgive, and while we did not mourn her death at the hands of the Twilight Hammer Cult, we know that the blame placed upon Hamuul Runetotem was one more lie perpetrated by the foes of the Horde. Our mission was furthered by her death, but her weakness and paranoia in believing Hamuul was at fault for her assassination put Thunder Bluff itself at risk, for her soul lived on in the Emerald Dream. Xavius’ corruption of the Dream to the Nightmare twisted this powerful shapeshifter and drove her to madness. Her suspicious formed to self-believed reality, and she was convinced anyone in her path was part of the plan to murder her. Her spirit so twisted that she sought to take vengeance upon all of Thunder Bluff.
Seeing Mulgore corrupted in the Nightmare was truly a frightening thing. The mesa’s shattered and broken, webs of destruction and vile spiders and their eggs filled this once serene place. This could not be allowed to come to our world. The Grim ensured it will not.
Be it by Roc or Spider, The Grim endured her onslaught and madness. Her twisted mind believing to the end she was betrayed in life, and we were finally able to send her to final rest.
Nythendra was once a member of the Green Dragonflight charged with guarding the world tree, Shaladrassil. When Xavius’ corruption of the Nightmare consumed Shala’drassil the sleeping guardian also fell to his corruption. Nythendra is now nothing more than a skeletal version of herself, swarming in pestilence, ready to devour anyone or anything foolish enough to enter her lair.
While Nythendra is no longer guarding Shaldrassil, she know is the gatekeeper to reaching deeper into the Emerald Nightmare. Her mastery over disease and rot are now as strong as her command over the natural world and the uncorrupted dream. The Grim’s healers are strong, and they were able to keep our forces purged of filth and rot. In the end, the final death awaited this once proud creature.
The Grim control the Clutch of Corruption and the Core of Nightmare.
It seems we will once again have to deal with Malfurion Stormrage, as the Arch Druid deems himself worthy to be among The Grim in this venture. Stormrage has tasked The Grim with cleansing the Emerald Nightmare by slaying Xavius in order to save Azeroth, but first we must enter the Nightmare portals which seal off access to the deeper depths. He seems to think that because we saved him from the Shade of Xavius, that we are his allies… we will use him as necessary.
On the 16th of September, the Grim assembled in Orgrimmar on top of the southern gate. One by one each member entered and settled in accordingly. Once the Commander, Awatu saw fit, he began the ceremony. The following dialogue was recorded verbatim by the Keeper of Lore, Bishoph Steele:
Daxxum salutes Awatu with respect.
Aderlee bobs his head, “Ah know but it always be a good way to see ju face, Leyujin.”
Leyujin grins tuskily.
Khorvis lands deftly on his feet, the unsheathes his cane to hobble beside the Commander.
Leyujin looks amicably at his old protege, and nods once.
Jorlkal eyes Lupinum up and down.
Valindria moves over to make a space for Lupinum.
Baalthemar nods at Lupinum.
Awatu: Many letters find their way to the High Inquisitor’s door, correct?
Lupinum flops down grumpily near the Insane.
Awatu glances at Khorvis.
Ruuki nods at Awatu’s words.
Jorlkal fidgits nervously now that Valindria has returned the nearness.
Khorvis gives Awatu a look that could sour a pickle enough to tear a rift in a Voidlord’s heart.
Awatu grins ever so slightly.
Leyujin exchanges a quick, fleeting smile with Swifthoof.
Lupinum looks over the collected Grim slowly.
Awatu: Tell us, then, how you plan on addressing this.
Khorvis growls and moves forward. His cane clicks against the iron of Orgrimmar’s Wall and sends reverberations along its length.
[Khorvis]: We Grim do be a clutch of laws. A bastion of order in a world of chaos!
Awatu watches Khorvis, though the cane keeps his attention at times.
[Khorvis]: Without our guiding will and blades, I do think Azeroth would have sunk beneath the waves of the Void long ago.
Lupinum offers a tip of his fask to that.
Leyujin lets his gaze languidly rest on the High Inquisitor, his forehead nodding appreciably at times.
Kiannis nods quietly as he listens to Khorvis’ words.
Marrgot, in true marrgot fasion, starts to write the words down.
[Khorvis]: But there do be occasion to break rank and seize the initiative. Who among us has not seen the weakness in our foe and hamstrung their prey before sinking in their tusks?! In the cold light of battle’s morrow, valor wins acres for the Horde.
Ruuki’s brow furrows as she tries to follow Khorvis’s words.
Khorvis turns and clicks back to the Commander’s front.
[Khorvis]: We would reward those who ride the tides of battle.
Awatu looks at Khorvis.
[Khorvis]: Kiannis Ash’Therod, step forward.
Kiannis blinks. He does not hesitate, but it takes a moment for him to register that it was indeed his name called. He steps up quick and quiet, standing at what would be considered attention.
Awatu looks at Kiannis.
[Khorvis]: I do not like you.
Leyujin salutes Kiannis with respect.
Jorlkal grins wickedly.
[Khorvis]: You remind of me deserters, fleeing on the slopes of Blackrock Spire.
Ruuki shifts her helm from under one arm to the other, watching the proceedings with interest.
Leyujin: Da huntah ‘as shown ‘is worth, in spirit as well as deed. Git ovah it, joo ol’ codgah.
Kiannis matches Khorvis’ gaze with a steely one of his own. He does not speak.
[Khorvis]: I do suspect, in the BLOODY CORNER OF MY SPIRIT.
Khorvis glares at Leyujin.
Leyujin rolls on the floor laughing at Khorvis.
[Khorvis]: That I will find you impaled on Alliance lances. From behind.
Lupinum raises his eyebrow inquisitively at you.
Khorvis snorts at Kiannis.
[Kiannis]: I do endeavor to dissapoint you in that regard.
Skalla blinks at Khorvis, she doesnt know what to think of this
Lupinum cracks a smile at that.
Khorvis snarls, but witholds any further insult.
[Khorvis]: The tides shift, Ash’Therod. My likes and joys do not be coddled by the cold light of battle’s morrow. You have shown valor and dedication to the Inquisition like very few on whose wake you ride.
Kiannis-TwistingNether only nods once as Khorvis continues.
[Khorvis]: Moreso, you do seem to have a natural… snout, for seeking out what it do be the Mandate requires for victory.nWe break tradition this night and raise a Supplicant in the twilight of his Inquisition to the rank of Inquisitor.
Lupinum raises his eyebrow inquisitively at you.
[Khorvis]: Our war demands it. Peace requires it.
Baalthemar raises his eyebrow inquisitively.
Skalla is pleasantly shocked, then begins to applaud. Yeah for Kiannis!
Daxxum ‘s jaw drops a bit at the turn of events.
Kiannis would quirk a brow and a smirk- his smarmy way cut short by Khorvis’ words. He stares at the High Inquisitor for a short moment, before pounding a fist onto his chest and bowing his head slightly.
[Khorvis]: Who among you questions my right in this?!
Marrgot is genuinly suprised, but after a few seconds pulls out a journal and writes down this recent turn of events
Leyujin nods but once at Khorvis’s pronouncement.
[Aquizit]: You’re the boss (I think).
Khorvis growls, “For I will flay your bloody hides…”
Ruuki seems surprised, but then again not surprised at all. She remains silent, having no objection. They will need to put another desk in the Office of the Inquisition, though.
Skalla cocks her gun and looks around to see if anyone questions it
Kiannis looks around.
Daxxum remains quiet.
Baalthemar: What of his trials? I have been in the wilds for some time, did he complete them all?
Anaie: Cus dere out dere…. somewhere…. everywhere….
Darjiin shrugs at Ruuki. Who knows?
[Kiannis]: I have given much, but I am not a quartermaster, so I will not list litres of blood nor raw material. If it becomes nessescary, I will give my life. Furthermore- It is for the glory of The Grim. The Mandate. This Tournament is a chance to prove our strength to those who doubt us. To show them first-hand what we are capable of; on the field, and otherwise.
Lupinum looks at the floating prescence of Malebrignon.
Malebrignon nods at Lupinum.
Leyujin shrugs at Kiannis. Who knows?
Baalthemar: You will be in charge of supplicants, you are a skilled killer, but are you really willing to commit everything to the mandate? Without a worthy sacrifice, I doubt it.
Leyujin shakes his head to himself. “None too bad.”
Lupinum: Cha! Let his actions prove it, Baal’themar.
Baalthemar looks at Lupinum.
Baalthemar shrugs. Who knows?
[Kiannis]: I suppose I will endeavor to dissapoint you as well, Baal’themar.
Cayli looks around, then to Anaie, shrugging as she cannot uncover anything from the shadows.
Khorvis chuckles darkly at the display of bravado.
Khorvis makes a noise that could be mistaken for a strangled human child, in some decrepit circles.
Anaie nods at Lupinum.
Lupinum lets out a soft sigh.
Leyujin narrows his eyes, a flaring light bright as a thousand flaring suns suddenly lighting unnaturally in his eyes as he gazes at Lupinum.”
Jorlkal raises an eyebrow at Leyujin.
Lupinum: I fear our battles are far from over. Few of you have stepped forward to help me in our fight against the Pinkskins, and I will forge us into a elite fighting Fist.
Leyujin nods at Lupinum.
Lupinum: That being said, I have asked for a right hand to assist me in this endeavor.
Kiannis nods at Lupinum.
Lupinum: Or own Gnarrdog, who is absent on a mission handselected for him, is that hand.
Kiannis raises his eyebrow inquisitively.
Bishoph mumbles incoherent words to himself.
Leyujin guffaws. “E’s gud at battle, not at bureaucracy!”
Lupinum: Upon his return, we will bring forth the Red Tide of the Mandate to wash away any and all foes.
[Khorvis]: That garrolous wastrel of an ale besotten orc?
Lupinum shoots Leyu’jin a glance.
[Lupinum: Yes, the very same. His blade is swift and his arm is powerful.
[Khorvis]: The perfect choice.
Aderlee nudges Leyujin and jokes quietly, “It’s a liddle complex.”
Lupinum ‘s lips pull back into a sickening sneer. Gnarled yellow teeth glint in the dying light.
Leyujin raises one huge eyebrow and nudges Aderlee back. “‘ey, donna make da lil’ mon feel small, ya dig?”
[Bishoph]: If he could keep his festering gob shut, as good as he kills, he would excel beyond his own expectations.
Lupinum: That being said… I ask Leyu’jin for his blessing in our conquest.
Lupinum looks at Leyujin.
Leyujin salutes Lupinum with respect.
Lupinum bows before Leyujin.
Leyujin: Nevah hav ah found ‘un so beholden ta da Mandate. Dis ‘un’s bloodlust be troo. Lupinum, brotha, ah trust abov all da Loa dat joo will lead da Grim ta victory ovah da pinkskins. PEACE TROO ANNIHILATION, GRIM!
Malebrignon looks down the front of his robe and mutters: “Settle down, Steven. Feeding time nears.”
Awatu: This evening marks a special event for The Grim. It is the eve upon which the founders gathered, formed, and signed the official manuscript of their organization. The night the Mandate was put upon parchment and borne upon lips.
Lupinum makes a sign with his fingers.
[Khorvis]: We do be the glorious afterbirth!
Awatu blinks at Khorvis.
Malebrignon nods at Khorvis approvingly.
Lupinum makes some notes on a small map.
Awatu: …in any case, we are the legacy of the night, over a decade ago.
[Aquizit]: In Brill, I think, if I remember the history right.
Khorvis holds aloft his blade inscribed with runes decrying the doom of the Horde’s enemies.
Awatu: We stand, now, as the onslaught of those who would cut us down and claim this world for their own. But it is not their world.
Cayli leans into Ezra, putting her arm around his shoulder slowly, slipping a small bell over the tip of his horn, and returns her hand to his shoulder
Awatu nods at Aquizit.
Duranor grins wickedly at Aquizit.
Lupinum blinks at Anaie.
Anaie shrugs at Lupinum. Who knows?
Esrythalon swats at the book fluttering around him.
Awatu: This world is our world. The Horde’s world.
Lupinum nods solemnly.
[Khorvis]: A world for our own children and blood.
Awatu: And on this night, we shall bring swift retribution upon those that foolishly brought the Legion to our doorstep.
Esrythalon tilts his head in confusion; looks around a little bit and then shakes his head.
Lupinum: We ride for Lor’Danel! Meet there and we’ll cross together!
Once everyone was ready, the Grim mounted up and flew to Lor’Danel in Darkshore. Once they rendezvoused upon the Inn there, they flew across the Veiled Sea and to the island and homeland to the Night Elves, Teldrassil. The awaited the ferry at Rutteran Village, hoping to remain silent to the defenders of the Alliance. The ferry came as each Grim swiftly boarded as they sailed towards the Draenei capitol: Exodar.
Kiannis salutes Lupinum with respect.
[Cayli]: Eating too much?
[Esrythalon]: My ears are ringing.
[Cayli]: Your poor mount barely could get you here!
Cayli laughs at Esrythalon.
Leyujin salutes Awatu with respect.
Cayli snickers at Esrythalon’s comment “Ringing? What do you mean?”
[Esrythalon]: I’ve no idea.
Once arriving in Exodar, they exited the docks and entered the Vault of Lights. They quickly dispatched the guards as they rampaged towards The Ageless One, Prophet Velen.
Leyujin starts to charge.
Leyujin starts to charge.
[Rumbuggery]: Boss, ovah here mon!
The Grim engaged the Prophet of the Naaru for several minutes, while the Divine One sent his gaurds periodically to distract from himself, like the coward he truly is. With no other Alliance presence whatsoever, the Grim viciously murdered Velen as sacrifice to honor the Mandate.
Lupinum roars with bestial vigor at Prophet Velen. So fierce!
The Grim were victorious in their efforts to honor their ancestors before them! It was a glorious day in the eyes of every Grim present! A new Keeper of Lore was officially announced as well as a new Inquisitor! This Ceremony was a complete success. PEACE THROUGH ANNIHILATION!!!
The Emerald Dream was created by the titans as a blueprint for Azeroth itself – a verdant and perfect mirror that reflects the state of nature had it remained unspoiled by so-called civilization. For many years, the druids and keepers who are closest to nature have noticed signs of an unsettling presence stirring within the Dream. Spurred on by the Legion and Nightmare Lord Xavius, that creeping corruption has now burst forth, and will engulf all of Azeroth if it is not rooted out at its source.
With the coming of the Legion, many threats have reared their ugly head. The Grim must choose where to strike and when to strike. The first target has been determined, The Emerald Nightmare. The Shade of Xavius has been defeated, and Malfurion Stormrage freed, but Xavius himself still lives inside the Nightmare.
The Grim will make first contact immediately. The brave Grim that will be the first to enter the Nightmare are listed here, let their bravery and determination to save Azeroth be known to all:
We have gathered the following information about the Nightmare.
Clutch of Corruption: At the base of Shaladrassil, the withered husk of the once proud green dragon Nythendra remains guarding access to the Nightmare-corrupted Dream.
Core of the Nightmare: The Nightmare bleeds out into Azeroth, warping reality. Heroes will need to enter the Nightmare portals and cleanse the corruption sealing off access to the deeper depths.
Nightmare Un’goro Crater: A darkness grows in the middle of the jungles of this titan-shaped crater, the heart of corruption known as Il’gynoth beats from within a Nightmare-twisted world tree.
Nightmare Mulgore: Under the shadows of a broken mesa, the tormented soul of Elerethe Renferal lurks, spreading her webs of destruction as she finishes preparations to destroy those she feels betrayed her.
Emerald Dreamway: This once pristine glade has been completely consumed by the Nightmare thanks to the corrupting influence of Ysondre and the spirits of her companions, the Dragons of Nightmare. The way must be cleared if there is any hope of stopping the Nightmare’s spread into Azeroth.
Nightmare Moonglade: The most sacred place in the Dream warps and collapses under the veil of the Nightmare, further harmed by the active corrupting influence of the demi-god Cenarius.
Rift of Aln: An endless abyss. Half formed, infinite darkness. This is the true soul of the Nightmare. This is the ultimate fate of Azeroth should her heroes fail to stop the Nightmare Lord.
Emerald Dream: A pristine, untouched source of pure life. Can the veils of Nightmare be parted enough to find the path to this serene paradise?