#0 - Oct. 1, 2009, 2:59 p.m.
Blizzard Post
It was early on a Monday morning, the mist of the night was making its' final assault on the lands surrounding the camp before being abolished by the warmth of the morning sun. Silverpine forest, filled with life - or rather, undeath, now made house for a camp filled with agile and mighty warriors ready to do battle against the armies of the Horde in the north.

As usual, the leader of a small but elite group of alliance fighters, Leolann Hazann could be found preparing his troops for battle under the banner of Conquest. His comrades, veteran warriors experienced in all forms of combat, were all but tired and unprepared. To them, this was to be a routine cleansing of the filth and evil that has taken root in the world. This was not the first time they had taken up arms against the Horde, and most certainly would not be the last.

Renowned heroes such as Kittenclaws the Nocturnal, Gritter the Holy and Robyyn the Cleaver were amongst the members of Leolann's folly. This time their target was not the ancient dragons of the world, nor the old gods, but rather the mass armies of Horde. This time it was not for glory, but for revenge. Revenge and tribute, to their fallen legacy of heroes past. It was then the message came from over the hills.

"This is nothing but a temporary stage of insanity. The armies of the horde have gathered in much larger numbers than expected." Hazann yawned and shrugged. He then gave the order: "Business as usual folks, saddle up and get ready to ride the snake! Not even their bat alarms will save them this time!"
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