<span style="color: #ffff00">"Nothing to talk about. It was a war and a lot of people died. You know how it is..."</span>Lonnie stared at the table but after a moment he looked at Ophidian.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "I dunno how much you know about Dwarven... Let's call it ingenuity. I come from a long line of engineers, we fought in every war on every continent. During those wars my family created a weapon called phosphorus. It's a kinda chemical that was considered a war crime of the highest order to use in combat. Imagine the Plague the Forsaken love, now turn it into a power that is carried by the wind, bonds to flesh at a chemical level and incinerates the victim..." He glanced at Order then looked back at the table. "That's my family's legacy. And I brought two shells of it in my tank when we defended Hyjal. We were given the coordinates of a cultist stronghold and set up an artillery position. The coordinates were wrong, or the commander was compromised... Scouts reported we had no friendlies in the area and so we fired."</span>Lonnie took a deep drink and shook his head.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "It was a refugee camp, hidden away from the war... Not a soul survived. I couldn't live with what I had done, Order found me after a botched attempt to end my life."</span><br/><br/>Athena nodded and listened with great interest, her wire-frame figures appearing and adding to her 'web' of people.<span style="color: #ff00ff"> "This is a large family. Why is there a beast woman here and was has Ras mated with her?" </span>Much like with Ashia, her prejudice towards the lesser beast races wasn't hidden.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>