Verzan Skywise

Victory was claimed and for one last night everyone gathered together to 'toast' bread and share one large bonfire before each different clan, banner and guild set out on their travels and went their seperate ways.
Farewell to our friends, Outlands is a little safer thanks to everyone's efforts.

Just when it felt like the odds were too impossible and the battle beyond our grasp.... The demon's armour slipped, it weakened and many were the blades that fell upon it. While at the same time the fel storm all around us was broken and dispersed.

Guarded by bone constructs and Infernals, fighting in the heart of the fel storm our foe was revealled to be a Dreadlord by the name 'Meldivius'

With the Ramparts clear the entire Horde force took to battle against the demons and their minions (totally at the Citadel and not Auchindoun). Cultist followers throw themselves and minor demons against us until their commander was revealed...

Thrallmar was defended and riding out the next night our forces focused fire upon the Citadel. Verzan Skywise leading a strike force to secure the upper ramparts, drawing fire and removing threats while others fought in the canyon below.

Climbing out of the red crust of Hellfire, escaping the mine our eyes were still clearing when we saw the Fel gateway before us. Quickly trying to dismantle it - but needing the support of Itlaris Silverspell who desperately raced across the battlefield to get to us.

Fighting through the mine below Thrallmar.
We found peons tricked by their traitorous foremen to drink demons blood leaving them too tainted to save but worse was to come as we pressed on to clear the mine of demonic corruption.

Then came the night of the storm.
A huge attack followed with demons in the mines under Thrallmar while the main gate came under heavy assault. Following Kemuro in a small support force we held the rear gate to the town before moving to the mine.

Finorel giving a talk on the crystal that was recovered from the Altar of Storms, it was supposed to be for the magically inclined but Verzan pulled up a box along with some other less magical folk and we were all there keen to contribute to the talk.

A few long nights watching the 'totally a closed gate' and some of the folks pitching in to repair it had the Winter Sun on guard duty. They made the most of it though pitching tents and weathering the incoming storms.

Demons and their minions blocked our approach to Thrallmar and so the Magisters and Arcane casters of the group rallied, if we could not cut our way through we would leap over their efforts by portalling into the Garrison at Thrallmar directly.

Travel to Outland would not be so simple this time. The cultists had surged through the dark portal ahead of the Horde mustering and begun practicing dark magics at the altar of storms around a mysterious crystal.
Riding out the clan and allies put a stop to their foul ritual.

Winter Sun answer a call to arms, they would once more be heading to Outland.
Travelling first to Grom'gol along side a dozen other guilds, the clan found out that their rapid return was brought about by demons and their cultists that had to be stopped.

Rrosh'var - 'Punch club'
Held in the new holdings the clan are swiftly becoming custodians for, the orcs brawl in friendly unarmed combat among themselves.
Part to learn their strengths and part to learn their weaknesses, it was a good night of throwing hands with friends.

Bhal'ten Kithrah Starshimmer took charge of bringing in the New Year for the clan, Quillboar seemingly driven off for a short moment of respite among the huts raised by the orcs.
Each would make a small object that would represent their reflections upon the events of the last year.

The first nights were strange, fighting Quillboar who obsessively tried to dig in places around the settlement. The fights were harsh but after the clan found respite in the central buildings.
Soon they would be gifted dwellings of their own.
And it was easy to see how simple it could be to settle.

On to new Horizons, a new island?
Attacked by Quillboar and the residents driven away by persistant attacks, the clan arrive to support those who remain.

Yeah you guessed it, despite the clan being nomadic we wanted to have our houses count IC and thats led to this short story over the Winter.

The Final moment - Fighting Void Walkers on the edge of Space itself. At the heart of the Singularity a void monster grew in size and destructive power. Together both banners fought while below them charges were set to explode and throw the rock deep into the nether.

A hard victory claimed.

Leaping across the void and out beyond the edge of Outland, Wayfinders and Winter Sun had to fight the shifting gravity of the growing singularity and its debris field.
Some were more optamistic about the... Adventure. Than others might have been.

The fallen star had carved a huge chunk of Outland from the Shelf and with rampant void magic begun to fold in on itself. Drawing all debris and scouring the edge of Outland consuming everything it could as it transformed into a singularity.
We had one plan. Blow the metor back into space.

But worse was to come yet,
When stars fall they draw more attention than Ravagers thirsty for revenge against cosmic events they dont understand. Etheral looters arrived to plunder the area while the very structure of the Shelf itself began to destablize with gravity distortions.

Out along the Razorthorn Shelf the damage was catastrophic, Ravagers scattered, their nests ruined and the thorns that sheltered them clipped across the top...
And then the discovery of the huge chunk of void touched debris, a meteor that had struck the edge of Outlands itself.

Wayfinders and Winter Sun Gather after a terrible attack on the camp by Ravagers with shards of stone and glass in their hide, something was not right and it was time to send out some scouts out across the Razorthorn Shelf to find out.

In Sadness the tree was felled and Wayfinders and Winter Sun slept the night away with a cosmic display overhead, a thousand thousand shooting stars.
The sort that led to a camp attack by Ravagers? The creatures frightened, wounded and maddened by something over the ridge.

The Source of all of this trouble: A huge Ancient, abused greatly in the Botanica by unscrupulus captors. Experimented upon and torn by the fact it had escaped to find a dieing world it tried to regrow.
We had to fight it. Had to beat it and save Outlands?

Chased to the edges of Outland,
the very rim of the world there was no place left for the source of the Botani threat to hide. This was the root of the problem and our people had to fight hard through Tuurem first though nothing prepared them for what they found next...

As soon as those who were poisoned were recovered, a journey was made to Terrokar where more Botani were discovered and a threat to everyone who made their home there.
Wayfarers and Winter Sun fought hard against the plant peril chasing it to the edge of the Outlands.

When the scouts returned it wasn't all good news, though the plants were not in the North, some of those who had been out information gathering had found themselves poisoned.
Emergency efforts were put together using the natural abundance of the Zangarmarsh to try and save those infected.

Botani discovered, efforts were made to head north to the Dreadmire to make sure the infection of plant troubles had not spread there. A dicey few moments when a Marsh Lord emerged out of the wetlands and the group fell back.

Thankfully the plants had not spread North.

Investigations began...
Root like pits and seed pods rapidly progressed to something many thought impossible in Outland. Botonai? The plant people were here along with something else chased down from the Netherstorm by the Wayfinders as the plot thickened.